#stayers

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

Stay Safe Online

[skunkes]

never underestimate a cheye's ability to think "what if this is as good as it gets" about any situation

[weirdlookindog]

Mischa Auer, Rex Lease, Sheldon Lewis, and Martha Mattox in The Monster Walks (1932).

[leolingo]

been travelling for almost a month if i dont go home soon ill wither and fucking die im so serious

[c0rpsedemon]

can't wait until guaranteed benny tomorrowwwwww

[stylistic-nightmare]

Witchfinder General - No Stayer

[rastronomicals]

7:54 AM EDT June 26, 2024:

Witchfinder General - "No Stayer" From the album Death Penalty (September 1982)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: NWOBHM

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[skunkes]

dynamic

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

Smthn about escapism and why someone (me) might choose to stay with Kinito even tho he was a bit mean and also didn’t like that u had freewill lol

Also a little bit of thinking abt how Kinito and the Player Who Stays (the Stayer???) share a lot of parallels (working hard to deserve nice things, crippling loneliness, selfish reasons for clinging to one another, self awareness, dissatisfaction/disappointment with their respective realities leading to them idealizing the concept of each other, etc etc)

(The song lyrics are from ‘Woof woof’ by ARTHUR. It took a few listens to rlly appreciate it, now it scratches my brain in v nice ways)

[heartfeltcherie]

i had this idea pop into my head a couple nights ago and i finally put it into words! hope u all enjoy <33

wc 662

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yet another meeting.

charlie had gathered everyone in the hotel’s lounge area for a rundown of new team building exercises that she wanted to explain to everyone. it wasn’t that you weren’t interested in helping out, you were.

it was just the fact that the couch cushions you were currently sat on were providing the utmost comfort and it also wasn’t helping that you were trying not to nod off in between sentences — you swear you closed your eyes at “trust fall exercises” and opened them back up at “writing out your feelings is also important”

and then there was the red radio demon you were sat beside.

alastor.

everyone feared his presence, wouldn’t dare to even look in his direction. but the way he was with everyone else, he wasn’t the same way towards you. you didn’t know how to describe it; sitting beside him right now, you felt a sort of… warmth. and of course with that usual smile he has plastered on his face, you don’t know which emotion he’s feeling.

but it doesn’t make you wanna run away and hide. instead, you feel contentment. you feel safe next to him, even though you know that he could have you dead in cold blood within seconds.

and this is perhaps the fifth time he’s watched you, out of the corners of his eyes, nod off for what seems like five seconds, only to almost jolt awake again in what seems like… panic? oh you poor little thing.

“you know, cher” he’s not even focused on charlie’s tangent anymore, instead on you, the tired little doe that can barely keep her eyes open. he still keeps his eyes trained forward. “if you’re feeling so out of sorts, i could provide you with a tad bit more comfort, if you truly desired” his voice is a low whisper, careful not to disturb the other hotel stayers as he’d rather not bring attention to the fact that he maybe cares about someone. how preposterous.

you look up at alastor through your tired eyes. he has one leg crossed over the other, his hands resting on his kneecap — you think he looks so handsome sitting this close to you. he meets your gaze with a turn of his head, careful not to cause such a commotion as he glances between you and his shoulder.

oh?

it’s a very sweet gesture. especially coming from the radio demon himself because you know he hates when people invade his privacy. and even though you’ve always wondered what it’s like to fully be in his touch…

you’re scared, shy, all of the above.

and you think the dust of pink on your cheeks gives it all away.

“no need to get so bashful on me, sweetheart, it’s just a simple gesture. besides i can’t have a belle like you being exhausted all day, now can i, hm?”

alastor trains his focus back towards charlie as you shyly take his offer, slowly laying your head down on his suit-clad shoulder and it’s… very cozy, you decide. the small amount of contact feels very serene as you nuzzle your cheek against his shoulder. and god forbid anyone looks in your direction, otherwise you probably wouldn’t hear the end of it. especially angel dust who’s been bugging you about your little crush on the radio demon.

you decide to go a bit further and link your arm around his, only for a bit more warmth your mind declares is the perfect excuse while your heart fluttering in your tummy, watching for any disapproval alastor has. but he shows none. it’s the greatest feeling in the world to be this close to him. you shouldn’t get used to this… but god, do you want to, so bad.

“you gonna put me to bed too after this?” you whisper jokingly in alastor’s ear, seeing his ear twitch just the slightest. how can an overlord be this adorable?

“don’t push your luck, cher”

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[hiddenonyx]

How the Cast Plays Lethal Company

This is 100% stupid, short and sweet so please enjoy. Also included what their steam usernames would be bc I can.

Lucifer - (Steam username: Angelicdevil): 

Very serious - constantly stressing about meeting the quota. Does not tolerate fooling around or killing each other (unless it's to meet quota). Screamed (kinda) one time when a coil-head got him and has never lived it down.

Mammon - (Steam username: GrimmLover_xX_)

Actually kinda serious. Might low-stakes prank people but like closing the ship doors on them, but nothing serious. Stays on the ship most of the time and does the terminal stuff there. Will scream at the slightest noise.

Levi - (Steam username: G4M3M4AST3R)

Professional gamer; the second most serious after Lucifer. The most nonchalant about everything in the game. Cannot not seem to avoid the ghost girl on higher planets and almost always dies no matter what.

Satan - (Steam username: KitCat)

Thinks the game idea is cool, but a little repetitive. Likes to goof of a bit, but will still be helpful. Always gets lost and 7/10 times dies to something (probably a snare flea or bracken).

Asmo - (Steam username: UnH0lyDove) 

Becomes a scardy cat like Mammon (he died once to an eyeless dog and just never again). Clings to someone if he has to go in, and will dip at the slightest idea of a monster; somehow never gets lost.

Beel - (Steam username: w4ntm0re)

Also pretty serious. almost always has a shovel or sign to kill shit. Is often accompanied by the scaredy cats. Yelped once when he stepped on a landmine. Also never lived it down.

Belphie - (Steam username: dreamingstar_)

"Guys?"

Is lost all the time. Never dies though and always has the most valuable loot. Has to take a walkie with him and someone has to help guide him out. Doesn’t matter if he goes in with someone, they will get separated.

Diavolo - (Steam username: prince_drag0n)

"Oh hey, that’s a turre-" 

Turret magnet for some reason. Pretty fearless but will yelp and maybe scream if he gets surprised. Probably has arachnophobia after this game.

Barb - (Steam username: aquaticsn4k3)

This man is just as serious as Levi and Lucifer. He gets in, gets out with all the good shit and never gets lost. Screamed once when a jester got him and has also never lived it down.

Simeon - (Steam username: Kristopher)

Yet another ship stayer. He's just useless otherwise, - fast terminal typer though. (He does try to help, but he’ll probably close the game in a panic or something).

Solomon - (Steam username: some1___)

Somehow the most paranoid player. Begs to stay next to someone at all times. Is often just used as a flashlight for someone else carrying shit. (He was fine till a spider fell on him and killed him. Since then he hasn’t quite been the same).

Luke - (Steam username: l1ttle4ngl3)

Played once and got nightmares so he's no longer allowed to play (doesn't want to either).

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Masterlist

Character Masterlist

[bananacakepie]

So there’s a webtoon called Cinderella Boy by Punko, and I’m hooked. There are some spoilers about the plot up to the 17th episode, so if you haven’t read that far: continue at your own risk.

The plot goes like so; there’s a boy who goes by Chase, and his mom is sick. He wants to make a magical wish to save her, but to do so, he needs both a magical liquid called Narration, and a set of 12 magical archtype keys. Each of the keys can turn into a little person, but also allow whoever is using that specific key to enter a story, and seemlessly take the place of whatever character holds that specific archtype. There’s a dangerous group called Ex Libris that wants the keys (assumingly to fulfill their personal goals with the wishes) and has most of one, but Chase is on a mission to find all of them.

My big question is this: What keys are there?

So the plot kicks off with Chase finding Silver, the Heroine Key.

So she then tells Chase thst the last thing she remembers is being held by Ex Libris, and dhe refers to the other Keys as her family, and she encourages Chase to find them.

While trave Ing through stories, Chase meets “Buddy”. He wants Chase to stop using the Heroine Key and hand it over to him. Buddy has a Key of his own - but he hides it under his shirt.

Buddy holds the Villainess Key (who’s name Silver tells Chase, is Violet), and is implied to work for Ex Libris. So that one will definitely be hard to get.

In a recent storyline, Silver spots two Keys at a flea market, but by the time Chase runs away, grabs the money to but them, and comes back, one of the Keys has been sold. Chase buys the remaining Key.

The Key that Chase does get turns out to be Bronze who is the Helper Key. The archtype of a sidekick.

And that’s all the know Keys! The Heroine Key (held by Chase), the Villainess Key (held by Buddy/Ex Libris), and the Helper Key (held by Chase/Chase’s cousin).

You get the idea. 3 known, 9 unknown. 2 held, 10 with unknown locations.

And Chase wants to find them.

One of the Keys got sold at the flea market, so it’s likely nearby.

(Left Picture: The lighter colored Key is the missing one.)

And there’s another Key mentioned on the paper that Chase found.

(Right Picture: We can see symbols on 3 of the Keys. From what we can see, the top left is labled “Hero-”, has a rose on top, and a heart shape on the bottom. The top right’s lable is obscured, but we can see the sun on top and the circle shape on the bottom. The bottom left is labled “Villa-” before being cut off, has a gem on top and a curved diamond shape on the bottom. There are no visible details on the bottom right Key.)

The right picture tells us more about the unknown Keys. We know about the Villainess and Heroine Keys that match up with what is seen on the bottom left and top left respectively. But the top right Key’s name is unknown.

So aside from that, we can also guess what the rest of the keys are, because they said to represent the 12 archtypes in stories.

Chase initially mistook the Heroine Key for the Hero Key, which is a good guess for one of the archetypes.

But things get interesting if we look at the 12 Jungian archtypes: The Innocent, Everyman, Hero, Outlaw, Explorer, Creator, Ruler, Magician, Lover, Caregiver, Jester, and Sage.

Breaking down these roles, they are:

The Innocent - The dreamer or a romantic

The Everyman - Kinda background character

The Hero - You know this guy, he’s the warrior, the dragon stayer, the HERO

The Outlaw - The rulebreaker, or revolutionary who dislikes the status quo

The Explorer - The wanderer/seeker, they like their freedom and seek to keep it

The Creator - they seek to bring their vision to fruition as an artist or innovator

The Ruler - The big boss who wants plwer/control (maybe the VILLAINESS)

The Magician - They seek to make others all happy and are charismatic leaders and healers

The Lover - The HEROINE; goal is to be in a relationship

The Caregiver - The HELPER

The Jester - The fool or the trickster who lives for fun

The Sage - The smart one, often the mentor

We do pick up some potential archtypes from this, but we can’t really be all that sure of the names for some vauge ones. Some new ones I feel more sure about might be: Mentor, Trickster, Fool, Leader, Wanderer, Artist/Creator, Rebel, Everyman.

But what do I know? Do your own research, or share your own opinion on the future Key archetypes!

[spenobis]

Can I request a leosagi interaction? >.> (abandoned au)

:AbandonedAU: For context: Leo works at a local coffee shop, he is a cashier and the one making the orders since only a few costumers come in, save for a few well-stayers who are familiar and kind around Leo. He is still the family medic (Medic Leo supremacy) when Usagi and him met in an accident (i'll save that for another time) they grew closer which are stemmed from curiosity and interest because Leo has never met someone who is like him other than his brothers, and Usagi who has hatred towards humankind sees a yokai (he doesn't know that the turtles are creations of draxum's.) living among humans so casually. They both learn a lot from each other, Usagi will sneakily visit Leo on work time because he likes Leo's playful and layback energy as oppose to most people he works with and nothing more than that. Sometimes he visits looking somewhat beaten up and Leo will fret over him and patch him up (he now brings a first Aid kit to work.) They are just good friends :))

[rastronomicals]

8:09 AM EST February 14, 2024:

Witchfinder General - "No Stayer" From the album Death Penalty (September 1982)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: NWOBHM

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[yuniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiie]

Motel , (1/1)

Norman was only ever my colleague starting to work in the bates motel with him ever since i lost my job, i always found him to be a sweet guy, he always made my day even if he was strange.

Y/n’s eyes roamed over the motel and it’s lobby. “Shift today,” she mumbled to herself, “Y/n?” I heard Norman, i turned around and smiled at the male. “Good morning Norman.” I politely greeted, he smiled back just as, “We have the same duty for today.”

I looked up at Norman, nodding at the dark haired man, wrapping my apron around me when we made it downstairs. “It’s fun making coffee for a bunch of people, hopefully i don’t burn my hand.” I chuckled softly, easing any unwanted awkward tension between us both.

I recalled the day i first met Norman before when he let me into the motel being in the shivering cold, only to end up working here with Norman ever since.

“You know - i ran the motel alone for a long while..” Norman spoke, it made you feel a bit bad. No one liked being lonely after all. “Why? Is it because it’s a bit far from town or..?” “No not - that.” He muttered, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck as he thought, “You know i just really wnjoy your company.” I felt a bit shy as he stated, i tucked my bangs behind my ears. “You do?” Y/n spoke.

He nodded softly, confirming her and his words reassuring. He looked down, he felt embarassed. But he’d wanted to confess to her. Badly, but he never had a chance to do that. Ever. Not with how much stayers here or visitors flirted with her all the time made his blood boil, it took out alot from him not to attack them afterwards. But she’d only think he was a monster, and he loved y/n. He didn’t her to be scared of him. No, they were supposed to be in love.

It was how it worked in his own mind,”Hey,” One of the people who stayed here showed up to the counter. By then orders began to fill up both Norman and Y/n,

He was so absent minded he bumped into another person, “i’m so sorry -“ “What the fuck is your problem?!” The man groaned loudly, clearly impolite.

The curse had alot turn to stare, y/n staring herself. “What’s going on here?” She placed down the tray and walked over to be beside Norman. “What the hell is your problem, you’re really impolite.” Y/n quipped quickly, stepping up to the rude man. “It isn’t my fault for this loser not watching where he’s going bitch-“

The man exclaimed. His hand tightening around her wrist, her eyes grew frantic. Norman clenched his fists in anger, “Let her go.” The man turned around, Norman reached into his pocket slowly, his hand shook. He couldn’t do this. Not infront of her

“What are you going to do about it then, boy?” The man bellowed twice, making norman’s anger rise more, your wrist was red from the man’s harsh grip. Norman pulled you over to him, the man leaving the place angrily,

“Y/n..” Norman mumbled quietly, looking at her. Seeing her slight tear in her eye, “I’m sorry. I can close up the Motel for today,” She looked up at him, anxiety was built up in her. She held herself, “It’s okay norm, really.” She mumbled her own nickname for her male co-worker,

He walked over back to her room though,”Y/n?” He called out for her quietly in midst of the night.

“Norman?” She opened the door, looking at him. Rubbing her eyes, “What’s wrong?” “I closed up the motel for a few days, i wanted us to rest and- i wanted to ask you if you wanted to go with me tomorrow so we could have like a picnic, to makeup for today?”

It made her confused why he ever wanted to makeup, it was that dick’s fault. Not his, she smiled though. “That’s fine.”

It neared her bedtime though, Norman studied y/n ever since the day she got here. He knew the dainty female was the only one genuinely ever kind with him, but his obsession with her grew by day since she was here, it was beyond him whenever she explained to him how much guys dumped her all the time when she had the beauty of a model to him in his eyes and perspective with gentleness of a feather she was his own angel. His own nickname for her, Angel.

But he still had something to be taken care of before he would go out with her, making his way upstairs, he hidden what was in his pocket, not yet out. Not yet, his face wiped off any emotions. With the key to all the rooms, he picked the door open. His eyes landing onto the disgusting man who hurt his y/n.

Of course, he would always murder someone; the body gets found. No one ever suspected him, he knew this was probably going to cause a smell like all the time due to the rotting corpse.

Making his way near the bed. The man woke up with a loud ear piercing scream that shook the walls of the room. It was too late, blood oozed out of the man’s neck, coming out the mouth, “You hurt her,” Norman gritted out, his knife jabbing into the man’s stomach. Making him choke on his own blood, “You HURT her!” The knife twisted into the stomach, reaching the insides, Norman twisted the knife even further and left a big gash. For a list time the knife lodged into the man’s cut open stomach, Norman shoved the knife back into his back pocket, clicking his tongue at the dead man across him.

He made his way back downstairs anyways, his eyes widening and his form freezing halfway when he spotted Y/n walking alone down to her room after presumably getting herself some water, he ran back into his own room, disposing the murder weapon and clothes before getting into the shower, shaking, he saw his hands. The adrenaline in him was calming slowly, the events of today,

“Norman?” I mumbled, opening my eyes to spot his all too familiar figure by the door holding something behind his back, “Y/n.” He completely forgotten about the picnic anyways, he only wanted to be with her. “Why are you here so early- i..?” Norman only got closer to the bed.

“I just wanted to talk to you,” He glowered a bit, “It’s just about um - well.” The irritating sound of a phone ring pierced both you and him. It was your sister.

“I’m so sorry - i’ll talk to you in the lobby in a second. - hello?” You held the phone up to your ear, unaware of the disappointed Norman.

“It’s been a while y/n, where are you though? I miss you sis.” It was always her own way of talking, i smiled, “I’m at the motel,” “Oh, don’t tell me that shady one too?”

I clicked my tongue softly and grinned. “No, it’s not shady it’s the bates motel.” But she didn’t take it serious, “Is it that boy with the mommy issues, the crazy guy? Or is he your boyfriend?” She mocked.

Her nature had always been a bit hotheaded, unlike you. “He’s a really nice guy, rachel, really!” “Yadda yadda-“ She disnissed. “Mom and dad aren’t here i thought it’s fun i’d stay somewhere before my trip honestly. To that motel, i wanna see you.” The night was going to be a long one, and you didn’t assume Norman thought bad about it, “Norman?” I tapped his shoulder as he put something away. “Y/n?” He uttered, “What’s happened?”

“My sister had been wanting to stay here a bit,” Norman’s face dropped a bit, “I just had hoped you hadn’t mind her coming here. Is it okay?” He nodded hesitantly yet hid it. “I’m fine-“ “Y/n!” Rachel gasped. Hugging you and dropped her luggage all over the floor she startled the Female.

Norman was far from happy. He picked up the dropped luggage, seeing your attention shifting to your sister as you hugged her back and all, he frowned.

“Is this him?” She spoke, looking the dark haired male up and down, “It’s just Norman.” He retorted back, but she had only rolled her eyes. “Sure, do i have a room yet?” “Yeah it’s this way.” Y/n led her kin to the bedroom, soft with her movements.

Norman’s blood boiled every day, every minute it could be exagerated to every second he saw this girl with his y/n. Y/n didn’t have her attention on him anymore because of that impolite incel. And he hated it,

So he waited and waited, waiting. It was only a matter of time before he gripped the same weapon he always used, the pocket knife. “Where’s y/n?” She asked him. Texting someone on her phone, Norman frustradedly tightened his grip on the knife, “It’s all your fault.” And she turned, “What?..” “it’s all because of you!” He raised his voice, hand clenching into a tight fist. “You took her! You stole y/n away from me!” His knife landed into her shoulder, holding her down when she screamed, “I’ll make you pay for this” he grunted. Knife detaching from the shoulder, landing fatally straight into the jugular. Her eyes went wide, blood poured out immensely out the neck after the knife was dragged, screams no longer leaving the lifeless body at all, but this was enough.

But it was wrong, very wrong of him. “Here’s the coffee y/n.” She smiled up at him, sipping it out of the cup quietly, eyes on the counter, feeling a bit weird, “Norman..” Her legs began to numb.

He had the face of a guilty kid, “I’m sorry y/n.” Dread filled her expression, legs aching like hell. Eyes drooping, he drugged her.

Y/n pushed herself up against the railing but fell infront of the door, eyes watering. She cried meekly, hands reaching and tugging against the doorknob, But Norman dangled the keys. She squealed quietly when he flipped her on her back, she saw stars. Not believing Norman would do this, her stomach dropped. Heart sinking, she rested her head against the wooden floor in tears, giving up.

“Shh..” His hand reached into his back pocket. Drugging her yet again, the rag covering her nose, blocking her from inhaling anything but the chloroform. He saw her chubby cheeks, wet with tears.

“It’ll all be okay y/n. I need you with ms.” He broke, “Your mine. Y/n-i can’t let you go..”

“I won’t ever let you go.” He whispered.

[hotelraleigh]

AHHHHHH YOUR HARVEY STARDEW SERIES IS INCREDIBLE....i cannot understate how much i love it, it's my favorite stardew series period you just GET HIM, to an incredible degree...you flesh him out so well i love it. thank u for sharing it!!!

id just like to ask like...how is harvey's perspective for all this. when did he really fall into it. how did he feel abt this situationship...i love your farmer so much but also the way u write other characters is also so so good so !

Wow thank you so much! I really appreciate all the love that y'all have been giving, fills me with a ton of joy.

It's so funny cause I was just writing chapter 4 for the most recent part and there is a moment of reflection (by our farmer) about Harvey's perspective. I'm interested in potentially writing another part from Harvey's POV, similar to part 1.

What I'll say for now: I think Harvey and our farmer have very similar anxieties, but the way they manifest and react are vastly different. Our farmer is a runner, while I feel Harvey is a stayer - even when it's no longer serving him/another person. I envision Harvey as a solid person who does know what he wants - but he's also a deeply pragmatic person (to a fault sometimes). He will take what he can get, or what he thinks he deserves. So I do think Harvey is going to go on his own journey in this series of sorting out his own wants/needs (and I have an idea for a little conflict bc of this, but that's farther down the line). I will also say that I feel Harvey is someone who - both because of his profession and his personality - worries about making other people uncomfortable and if he thought he was overstepping (real or not), he would hesitate.