#this is admittedly kinda of wierd but it's something

[afraidparade]

I've always had an interest in g/t dinámics but I DIDNT KNOW THERE WAS A WHOLE COMUNITY I tought it was something wierd I liked.

new hyperfixation unlocked

(feel free to give g/t content recomendations )

that’s great!!! i basically had the same reaction when i found out lololol, though i ended up lurking silently for a long time before i realized i have the power to contribute

i’m kinda bad at recommendations because i admittedly don’t explore the community much nowadays (not at the fault of the community itself, i just legitimately haven’t consumed any new media in general for the past year unless someone sits me down and forces me to lol) so i call upon my followers to leave recommendations for anon in the comments or rbs

[pangtasias-atelier]

A False World Free of Consequence

Another 7th Dra/gon co/de fic. This one based on the fake world during ch.7 But we don't talk about ch.7 in this household. Ch6 we fuck with cause that fucked me up in a good way. Except for the Yuma dialogue before and after his fight since the dialogue doesn't even change if you dated Yuma or not.

This is a bit different as this is more saddish? and with forced weight gain. Coupled with obsession and craziness so just a warning.

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This isn't real. This isn't real. This isn't real. Thi-

You breathe deeply, your breaths coming in shaky. Back in your room's bathroom, Nodens no longer destroyed, you splash more cold water on your face but it doesn't help. Gripping the sink, you close your eyes.

This is real. This world is real. Everything is fine. Everyone's dead.

Eyes opening from the truth, you sigh as it comes back. As much as you want to pretend, nothing is going to change. Laughing at your reflection, nothing off, you crack up before tears sting your eyes. Your losing it you briefly think before you hear movement outside the bathroom.

Checking it, you see Yuma.

A normal Yuma. A Yuma with both eyes. A Yuma without horns. A Yuma without claws. Just Yuma. An alive Yuma. Your Yuma.

"You look ill." Yuma struggles from your vicelike embrace. Pressing as hard as you can, you laugh as tears continue dropping.

"We have to leave. Before the rest of Unit 13 gets here."

Yuma grips your shoulders as he stares at your face. "Are you okay? Who-"

"You said I'm all you have. And you're all I have." You bring your hand to Yuma's hair, running it through it. You never had the chance to before.

"I-"

"Let's go. Please."

"Alright."

Smiling, you grab Yuma's hand as you hug his arm. You can't let him go. Not again.

Exiting Nodens you thankfully evade the rest of your team as you walk out.

"Where are we-" Yuma asks as he looks at you concerningly.

"It's a secret." You giggle. You never really thought about such things but after Yuma's death, everything was a blur. The future you two could have. All gone. But not anymore. This fake world was real, you knew it. A second chance. A chance you can't mess up.

Out in the open, you force yourself to stop hugging Yuma so much and begin picking up the pace. Yuma follows your example and with the aid of public transportation, you two are at the edge of Tokyo.

You rent a hotel room for the night and sadly ask Yuma to wait while you take care of some business as you put it. By the time you return, you're now the proud owner of a modest house, your expansive money and katana sparking fear in its former owner.

When you walk back into the hotel room, you find Yuma nowhere. Destroying the room for any clue as to what happened to him, you barrel into him crying when he simply walks in.

"You're not okay..." Yuma says as he grabs your hands. "I-"

"You don't have to do anything now that you're here." You remain latched onto Yuma. By the time you fall asleep still holding on, Yuma sighs before placing you on the bed. Sitting in the chair, he stares at your blotchy face, wondering what's wrong.

----

Waking up, the first thing you do is reach around for Yuma. Feeling him, you pull him towards you. Sighing, you open your eyes and smile as the sun has risen.

Checking out of the hotel, you lead Yuma to your humble new home. With extra pay and some choice threats, there is absolutely nothing in the house, the entire place barren.

"It's not much, but it's ours!" Laughing, you clap your hands together as you smile at Yuma.

"This is a surprise." Yuma coughs. "How-"

"I have another surprise!" Yanking his hand, you lead Yuma to the bedroom. The bedroom is the only room with stuff still in it.

A simple bed and another surprise for Yuma hidden away in the closet.

"We should celebrate with Unit 13." Yuma responds, he stares back at the exit, weighing his options.

"They wouldn't understand." You grimly reply. You flop down onto the matress and sigh from the relief. Patting the side beside you, Yuma hesitantly joins.

Plan perfectly set up, you spring your trap as you quickly handcuff Yuma's left hand to the headboard.

"What the-" You grab Yuma's right arm and overpower him with your two free ones and and handcuff is right arm. With no way to retaliate besides his thrashing legs, you secure those as well.

Yuma completely stuck, he begins cursing. "You're insane! When ISDF or Nodens or U-" Yuma shuts up as you ignore him and pull out his next surprise from the closet.

A brand new state of the art feeding machine. Just for Yuma.

His thrashing grows as you bring it closer to him. Strapping the feeding tube into his mouth, Yuma continues fighting.

"I know you're scared; I'm scared too, so I can't let you do anything rash." Giving a kiss to Yuma's cheek, you turn on the machine, your new lives starting. A better life. A life with Yuma.

----

Despite the proximity to Nodens, no one has found the two of you.

You rarely go out; instead, you have most food brought straight to the door and that's most of your interaction with the outside world. If you have to go out, which is rare, you do so at night.

Yuma's constant feedings have done a number on his body. The once lean Dragonslayer was now obese. He's no longer anywhere near the healthy weight he used to be. With no clothes to speak of, his ISDF uniform torn, you can perfectly see how much he's growing.

You've removed Yuma's handcuffs at times and despite his insistence on not being able to move, you caught him one time getting up. A tackle and a fight led to Yuma being handcuffed again. You forgive him though. He just needs more time to understand. You can't risk anything.

Soon, you think. Soon he won't be able to walk. Then you'll be in the clear. You won't have to fear losing him again.

The thought in your brain, you set the speed of Yuma's machines slightly higher.

----

Removing Yuma's handcuffs, you smile as you step back to see his progress. Giddy, you laugh at how big he is. Even if he can walk, he's bigger than the door. So he won't be going anywhere.

Lying on top of him, no more room on the bed for you with Yuma taking it all up for himself, you smile down on him.

Every day was always one day closer to your goal and now you have it. Stuffed with food all the time, Yuma grew and he can still grow you happily think.

Yuma's face was mostly now taken up by his cheeks, the extra weight needing somewhere to go. His extra chins to go along with it made him even cuter. His arms bend and fold over from the amount of fat trying to be stored there. His moobs spread out on his expansive stomach, Yuma's breasts so big that they slightly droop down the edge. His stomach dwarfs the rest of him. The massive weighty blanketing his thighs as it sags all the way down there. You don't see Yuma's back too often but he can see the rolls cascading down his side, his love handles begging to be grabbed. His thighs are covered by his stomach, but you know they press against each other; both legs fighting eachother for the limited space not taken up by Yuma's fat.

Caressing all of Yuma, not willing to part with him again, you take out his feeding tube. A rare occurrence; most of the time you kept the tube in, the faster you made Yuma unable to move, the better.

Upon his tube being removed, Yuma only groans at first. He slowly brings his doughy arms to rest on his chest and you fill with glee with how difficult it is more him to do even that.

Yuma continues heavily breathing, his stomach lifting you up and down as it rises and falls. You keep staring at him, a smile on your face at being able to still be with him.

"You're insane..." Yuma gasps out.

You frown from hearing the rude statement but you partially expected it already. Running your hand through his hair, you smile once more. "You can leave if you want. If you can get out of this room, then I'll let you go." Getting up off of Yuma, you help him sit on the edge of the bed. Yuma wheezes from the exertion despite your help. Now at least upright, his fat shifts as gravity pulls it down. You stand to the side as Yuma distrustfully glares at you.

Taking deep breaths, Yuma rockily stands up. Up after so long, his legs shake from carrying so much weight. Taking a tentative step, careful he doesn't lose his balance, Yuma takes a step forward with his right foot. Then his left. And another time with his right.

He can't get up without your help, but he can still walk. You panic, getting ready to tackle him. But when Yuma takes another step, he stops as he gasps for air. You guess even his man-made body wasn't made for these circumstances. Yuma falls to the ground, his ass taking the brunt of the fall.

You run up to him, sad to see him in such a state. But it's all for his own good you remind yourself. You rub your hand over his body, the mass red from the effort it put in.

"I'll take good care of you." You kiss Yuma who can only allow for more oxygen in his body right now.

----

You check your funds and are happy to see so much left, barely a dent put into the money after the initial purchases of the house and Yuma's feeding machine.

Now you don't use the machine as often as before. Yuma immobilized, you stick to handfeeding him most of the time. He always makes a fuss until his stomach begs him for more food, Yuma held captive not only by you but his stomach.

Before you began the session, the sun was still high in the sky but now it was gone, the moon replacing it. You rub your hands all over Yuma's body as he digests his feast.

He's overtaken the bed at this point, some parts slightly sagging over the edge of the matress. He's far past immobile you catch yourself thinking but you need to be sure, you can't risk him leaving.

"Why?" Yuma asks, a constant question for you.

Climbing on top of Yuma, you answer. "So you don't get hurt." Yuma never understands you, but that's okay with you.

This is a second chance. Everyone was lying about this world being a fake. And even if it is, who cares, you have Yuma again. Time stands still so it doesn't matter either way. You can stay as long as you want. You can't really do anything with Yuma immobile, but he's at least here. That's more than you can say before coming here.

"That doesn't make sense." Yuma retaliates, bringing you out of your thoughts.

"It does, trust me." You don't ever plan on telling Yuma. If you did, he'd either call you crazy, as if that's any different from now, or try to obtain the dragon specimens regardless, thinking he's strong enough to overcome them.

Yuma opens his mouth to say something, but all it elicits is a burp. Yuma blushes, even at such a size he still has some modesty.

"Looks like you're hungry again." Food within arms reach, you bring it to Yuma's face, ready to begin your routine.

This is real; everything is okay, you remind yourself as Yuma eventually accepts his food.

[rotshop]

Heyo ✌🏻! ik know this request can be kinda wierd but...How would the madcom main trio + (anyone you'd like to add) react to a Half-dragon!reader who can actually transforms into a dragon when angry? thx! ~🦉anon

dw its not weird!!! /gen its a rlly neat idea and i am looking so intently,,,also i hope u dont mind i just went w/ tha main trio wyduesdc,,

theres a good title right here i promise

Hank

-this man is so so curious about you its insane. the amount of time you'll just be sitting down reading or watching something and he'll just. come up behind you and quietly ask permission before he jut like. traces your wings / horns really carefully

-he still wont ever like. FIGHT fight with you but he kinda likes to just see what you can do??? if you seem kinda clueless or lost in that field then he definitely tries to help (please consider ; his calloused hands over your own while he readjusts your grip on some weapon, the little pleased hum and quick compliment he gives when you get it right) you out. also if you ever kinda like. headbutt him or something bc of your horns during these he just laughs and its rlly nice :]

-messes with ur claws a lot too, whenever u guys hold hands its a guarantee that he's gonna fidget with them a little. he just thinks they are Neat. also he's like sheriff (/derogatory) in the way that he kinda blanks whenever he sees your sharp teeth. if you ever kind of. use them in fights against grunts or agents he just stares. it makes him go head empty no thoughts

-unfortunately it is VERY hard to carry him when flying so you don't really get that option unless ur pissed :[

-SPEAKING OF, whenever he sees you shift during missions or something he does his best to give you a little space so you don't have to worry abt accidentally hitting him. also he thinks you're fucking legendary with how you can rip and tear through enemies

-after the fights over tho he'll usually just kinda place his hands on either side of your face and lean his forehead against you to try and calm you back down

Deimos

-fire starter x fire starter what could go wrong!!! <33333 you breathe little huffs of smoke whenever you're upset and sometimes he'll just imitate you with his own smoke lmao

-also very very curious about all ur nonhuman features !! he likes messing with your wings a lot whenever you two cuddle and he'll just kinda. 'does this hurt / can you feel it???' as he messes w/ em. does the same thing with ur horns too (if urs are able to like. shed and regrow then mercy on him because he'll just be like. pulling on em a lil out of curiousity when its around shedding time and they'll just. snap off. you can see all the blood leave his face. IMMEDIATELY starts panicking and freaking out,,,pls reassure him you aren't in pain and that this is normal he's GOING To start crying if you dont)

-luckily for u!! it's a little easier for you to carry him around than with hank. really loves it when you do it even tho he was super scared at first you were gonna drop him. sometimes u'll just kinda be. flying home from a mission or sumn and he'll just fall asleep laying on ur back because he feels so at peace,,

-ur claws scare him a little bit tbh BUT,,he relates to the sharp teeth thing, you shake hands on it :] . but also he kind of. chuckles a little when you guys kiss sometimes because he's still not super used to someone other than him having sharp teeth like him

-n e ways!! whnever you shift he admittedly gets pretty nervous abt it,,he'll steer clear too just to be sure but the entire time he's fighting other agents his gaze keeps flicking over to you. he just!! really worries abt u :[ but also he is impressed by ur ability to turn agents to dust and stains in seconds it makes him go 'awooga' under his concerns lol

-whenever its over he always just come over to you and does that gentle little 'hey, hey' before holding ur face in his hands. most times it ends with you resting your head on his lap while he kinda. pets you and reassures you everythings alright and that ur both safe and fine until you feel properly calm enough to go back to ur normal form. he gets a little emo abt it because he genuinely does worry so much abt u pushing yourself too far or someone doing serious damage to you that you couldn't take if you were to shift back

Sanford

-he gets deimos' and sheriff's 'people who can crush me' thing a lot more after he meets you lol. like. at first you might not be super intimidating but after the first few times he sees you fight?? he's gone. done for. 110%.

-admires u all the time, you'll just be chilling or maybe you're talking to deimos about something and the entire time he's jut off to the side with a little smile on his face. if someone points it out to him he just kinda goes blank and gives some really weak excuse, awkwardly stuck between his normal tough facade and relaxing a little.

-you two are a fucking MENACE when you're put together on missions. you both clear through rooms way too fast its crazy, what the fuck is an agent supposed to do when some half-dragon is charging at it with bared teeth and claws while their boyfriend chokes out one of his co-workers while shooting another. what the fuck.

-also traces ur features a lot but he usually only really does it when he thinks ur asleep. he's a little too embarassed to ask if he can touch them when ur awake so he resigns to very carefully brushing his hands over your tail and horns. (if you have any scratches or dents in your horns though he totally asks about them and the stories behind em, he's just rlly curious abt you in general and like. who in their right mind would pass up an opportunity to hear abt their sick-ass dragon s/o about a possible fight they won???)

-but also he gets nervous whenever you shift too. he's afraid of you getting hurt or the possible emotional tolls that it has on you mentally and he brings it up to you sometime after the first few shifts he sees. he's just real concerned about you :[

-very similar to deimos in how he comforts you, he doesn't like leaving unless you've calmed back down, both because he wants to make sure there's no real wounds on you and because he doesn't wanna risk any other agents seeing you and trying their luck. if you're exhausted afterwards then he'll usually carry you, mumbles little words of assurance and praise to you while he does so

[jeannedarkterraguard]

Exandria Unlimited episode 1 thoughts:

-it's wierd not having sam doing some crazy shit for the ad

-holy fuck! That intro is impressive

-starting out with inspiration? Wow!

-halfling fighter for liam? Interesting choice...

-Lisa just informed me that the air ashari have something to do with campaign 1 but refuses to tell me what exactly...

-dorian storm... blue skinned bard... i'm guessing air-genasi (mostly because of the name "storm") maybe water-genasi or triton?

-druid for ashley? Not what i was expecting. Also are they using faun just as another name for satyr or did they use a homebrew race?

-so fearne is clearly circle of wildfire right? With the fire spirit/monkey and her "not gentle" magic... i won't speculate on subclasses for characters that haven't chosen one yet but as a druid she already has one at level 2 soooo...

-i'm already in love with fearne...

-dariax and dorian... i can already tell that i'm going to confuse those two names a lot

-he's sleeping on a roof? Must have been a wild night

-a dwarf sorcerer? Cool, i love sorcerers. Probably the only full caster class (besides cleric but that's different) i ever considered playing as. No idea what his subclass could be though...

-"i'm gonna wash myself and my spear" -mathew mercer 2021

-and a warlock... that's a pretty caster-heavy party.

-okay but what race is opal? Human? (Half-) Elf? Aasimar? Maybe even kalashtar? Everything's possible and i'm exited to find out.

-do not try to outdrink the dwarf... yep my character sirene learned that the hard way too

-so opal peed on his spear... Mystery solved everyone! time to end the episode...

-okay now i'm in love with opal too. Screaming for food instead of just looking is... honestly relatable.

-and now she's screaming for her grandma. This is great

-not even an hour in and we're having a literal pissing contest... i'm already sad there's only gonna be 8 episodes because i know i'm gonna need more

-bacon lips? Bacon Lips?!? BACON LIPS?!?!? please tell me that's not a real thing

-matt just listing of city-names... in the world that he literally created 😆 he could just make them up on the spot and say they exist

-they're all just missing a week? Wow!

-time is a weird soup. I feel like essek would agree.

-"Ooh!" Let's file that under: 'things you don't want to hear from your DM after you make a saving throw'

-i know he said it's just decoration but wouldn't it be funny if that thing actually was a working compass and dariax just continually wanders north?

-holy shit! Dariax has just NO impulse control. I think matt is enjoying this

-the way ashley said 'insight check'. Fearne is just the cutest

-yep, just a gardener...

-oh my god! Now opal is screaming for the city guards.

-and now she's asking if they actually want the city guard to come... kinda late for that

-thordaks attack... this is now the third time that Lisa literally jumped up from the couch with joy and i have no idea why. I feel like i should watch campaign 1...

-one and a half hours in and the party decided to become criminals... i'm more and more convinced this is just a normal d&d campaign but as a speed-run

-wow, it kinda took me a second to realise that they're actually all siting at a table together in the uk'otoa bit

-orym is babysitting? Yeah that seems accurate

-common and elvish. So that rules out kalashtar and aasimar...

-yeah if you don't want people to bother you just carry around stuff and act like it's important to carry that stuff

-aand dariax has shit on his face... again.

-what the hell was that accent, fearne?

-he's got Bless? Divine soul sorcerer?

-wait do the players not know each others class? That sounds... potentially dangerous but admittedly also very fun

-"why are we all idiots?"🤣

-darkvision, blindsight and tremorsense?!? What the hell?!?

-well, good news is: they found the Crew...

-Yeah dariax. Put this obviously evil crown on. What's the worst that could happen?

-have you ever had such a bad day that when someone wiped blood on your shoulder your only thought was: 'Well at least it's not shit'?

-"Not infernal but you recognize the lettering" so i assume it's abyssal

-or just comic sans that's even more obviously evil

-500 PLATINUM!!!!!

-oh great now dorian is vomiting ichor

-chaotic good: vomit. Neutral good: nearly vomit. Chaotic neutral: nothing. So this thing doesn't like good alligned characters

-time is a sandwich now? I thought it was a weird soup

-ankheg? At level 2? Wow aabria wasn't lying when she said she wasn't afraid to kill them.

-"It's in a cage" Yeah sure but it can still spit acid and honestly i'm surprised it hasn't already

-no darkvision so yeah opal is a human

-illusory script... sharpie... Really what's the difference?

-"Let's make ourselves a little more suspicious" wow this episode is just full of great quotes

-initiative!!!

-first blood! Opal just atomized that dude

-wait so dariax has the crown in a papoose... i feel like i've seen something like that before on a different d&d show...

-okay opal is a hexblade warlock

-holy shit opal! That was brutal

-and matt gets the hdywtdt!

-opal how could you lie to your friends like that?!?

-could someone please heal dariax?!? That man is clearly suffering

-wait are they now stealing from poska?

-obliterating 4 dudes in less than a minute and then they take like half an hour to get through a door

-40 pounds of residuum? So that's another 20000 gold. Just to check: is the goal of this to accumulate so much money that it will colapse the economy, rendering all currency worthless?

-now i kinda want them to just randomly find a Baby somewhere

-we get post-credit scenes?

final thoughts: i really liked this episode and already can’t wait for the next. my favourite character so far are (perhaps unsurprisingly) fearne and opal. and while i don’t like dorian and orym as much that’s mostly because i’m just not a big fan of bards and fighters but i’m sure they will grow on me. Aabria’s DMing style (while substantially different from matts) is really fun and honestly it was barely noticable that Aimee and robbie were new to the game. Seeing Matt as a player was just great.

[spookybreadstick]

Dear Jeff,

I sent this in a little late—I was hesitant and unsure of what to say and who to—hope you get to my letter.

I always found you very fascinating, and admittedly, frightening when I was younger. The internet sorta reduced you to some angsty, emo girl’s wet dream, and with my realization of this, my fear recasted into an innocent preteen crush. Oh God, the fanfiction. What a bloody nightmare.

Aside from my reminiscence, the purpose of this letter was to tell you that you’re one of the main reasons I’m passionate about horror and all things macabre. I’ve recently become intrigued by body horror and gore, and my desensitization to it is scaring me a little. I love painting and drawing things that evoke fear, as well as writing to scare, and I’d like to say that interest of mine stems from my discovery of you all those years ago.

Should probably end this off with a few questions for you. Are you afraid of anything? What’s your favourite memory? Any hobbies aside from slaughtering for fun?

Sincerely,

Aurora <3

𝔸𝕦𝕣𝕠𝕣𝕒,

𝔽𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕝, 𝕓𝕖𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕖𝕞𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕠𝕗𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕥 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕀 𝕘𝕠𝕥 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕒, 𝕤𝕠 𝕟𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕤. 𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕨𝕒𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘���� 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖? 𝕀𝕞 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕪, 𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕟𝕚𝕥, 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕊ℍ𝕆𝕌𝕃𝔻 𝕓𝕖 𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖. 𝔸𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕖𝕞𝕠 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕤𝕟𝕥 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕤𝕦𝕣𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕥. 𝕀 𝕥𝕣𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕘 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕤𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝔹𝔼ℕ 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤𝕟𝕥. 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕀 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥

𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕖 𝕠𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀𝕧𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪'𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖. 𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕚𝕗𝕗𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕟𝕥, 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤. 𝔹𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕓𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕥𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕗𝕦𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥. 𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕀 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙. 𝕁𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕚𝕥. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀𝕞 𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕤𝕠 𝕀 𝕘𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕀𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗. 𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕀𝕞 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕗 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕒𝕪. 𝕊𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖.

𝔾𝕠𝕥𝕥𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕪, 𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕕 𝕨𝕖𝕚𝕣𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕞𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕙𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕓𝕚𝕘 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙. 𝔹𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠. ℙ𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 "𝕘𝕣𝕠𝕨 𝕠𝕦𝕥" 𝕠𝕗 𝕔𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀𝕥𝕤 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕒 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕖. 𝔹𝕖𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕, 𝕙𝕦𝕙? 𝕋𝕠𝕠 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀 𝕕𝕠𝕟𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕥𝕪𝕖 𝕥𝕚𝕖 𝕞𝕖 𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟. 𝕄𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕠

- 𝕁𝔼𝔽𝔽 𝕋ℍ𝔼 𝕂𝕀𝕃𝕃𝔼ℝ

  ℙ𝕊: 𝕃𝕠𝕠𝕜 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕖𝕕. ℍ𝕒𝕙𝕒 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘. 𝕆𝕣 𝕒𝕞 𝕀?

Aurora,

First of all, being some emo girl off the internet's wet dream is basickally basically my nightmare. Thats how I got stuck with Nina, so no thanks. Why does the internet always have to ruin things for people? Im supposed to be scary, damnit, people SHOULD be frightened of me. Although I have to say that emo girls crushin on me isnt a big suprise surprise cause I'm super hot. I try not to brag about it becase because BEN said its making him feel bad that I get all the girls and he doesnt. But dont tell him I said that. Because he might not have actually said that

Its nice or whatever that you like horror cause of me. Ive never been somebody's insparation inspiration before. Its something different, I guess. Body horror can be lots of fun though. The gorier the better. You could send me your art and stuff if you want. Its not like I want to see it though. Just if you want somebody else to see it. And Im bored with nothing else to do so I guess Ill take time out of my day to look at your horror stuff. Even though Im pretty much the king of horror anyway. So youre welcome.

Gotta say, its kinda wierd weird that you told me you had this big crush on me though. Bet you still do. People dont just "grow out" of crushes on me. Its a blessin and a course curse. Bet you want me to be your boyfriend, huh? Too bad that you cant have me. I dont do relationships, they tye tie me down. Maybe someday tho

- JEFF THE KILLER 

PS: Look under your bed. Haha just kidding. Or am I?

[chainslaughter]

Rant/wierd relationship to horror/invaderzim idk its got it all

Godamit i barely think of my childhood bc i hate it and i also cant even remeber a lot of it amyway. But sometimes i think of random things n im like. Hmm.

Like the sudden resurgence of InvaderZim stuff and people “rediscovering” the dark harvest episode (when zim stole peoples organs) and talking about how gross and disturbing it was but i rember being pretty unphased by it AS LIKE A 8 YR OlD KID(actually zim was my shit back then tbh which i kinda forgot about but in itself is kinda a hmmm moment for me lol). And there were a bunch of other gorey or messed up things i prob had no business finding either (tho admittedly i was a bit older w some of them but still really young)

Which is wierd because i was suuuuuch a rediculosly sheltered person (still kinda am) who also had a lot of like “puritanical religous guilt” for most of my life( which as i am nearing 20yrs old i still have NOT COMPLETELY GOTTEN RID OF.) so like i had this wierd sense of “anything dark or horror related is evil amd messed up amd i should stay away” but also on the occasion of consuming such things id just be like. Yeah. Okay. That was a Thing i watched.(or being super into in like i was w zim.) But it was also not like, idk ive seen sooo many peope in real life or otherwise who talked about all the messed up horror stuff they watched as a kid or messed up things their parents let them watch way too young but i didnt have that at all. I KNEW my parents wouldnt approve of absolutely amything i wanted to consume.

Honestly im just ranting and have no idea where im going with this or what the point was anyway so yeah. I dont think its something i could properly explain amyway

[bornfromscarletcords]

City Of Sparks (Or) A Miracle’s Monopoly

I once heard that in any work of writing one should start with one true sentence. Well my sentence starts with the following “this is going to be hard”. Consider that much of reality is governed by the most subtle yet potent consumptions of energy. Entertain the idea that one could in theory see a person’s whole life, hopes, and perhaps even soul simply by touching them. That contact could merge two things without either losing their core essence. Now imagine that since the beginning or perhaps end of time their have been creatures waiting, and growing by using these tiny yet brilliant flashes of energy as their source of evolution and change. A sliver from the source of a piece of candy would circulate the source of all sweetness through them without corrupting them or thwarting their path of destiny. With this said I will introduce you to a world, well, a city, forged from and consisting entirely of walking, talking, breathing miracles.

First up is, Ms. Theatre, and if you want to spot her, the simplest way is to look for the lady in green with eyes like emeralds. She has wild dark hair and smoky cinnamon skin, and maybe like a beauty mark on her cheek or something. Her waist is also said to be pleasing with sultry curves. She runs the cinamaplex; the movie theatre. Her usual garb is an admittedly fashionable mix of employee and owner garb/uniform, though typically she goes for some type of sweater, over dress shirt, skirt and high heel combination. She has a lot of power and is pretty entertaining as long as you’re willing to put the time in to understand that she is a predator first. You could say she’s more like nature, very survival of the fittest, but a worthy challenger, an interesting rival, or a close friend are like a warm bed and campfire to her. She kind of smells and tastes like candy, popcorn, pretzels, any number of sodas, slushies, nachos, hotdogs and well, you kinda see where I’m going. She can be condescending, and naive in a way you wouldn’t expect given her intuitiveness, but she is charming and she knows of the essence of need and yearning.  

Next to bat would be Ms. Restaurant, who has sapphire eyes for the sky blue of her chef and waitress uniforms. Her hair is long and blonde like a  daisy’s or starlight. She is sweet and wise, though a bit lonely. Her skin is peachy and pale. She is crafty but in a helpful way though if angered or corrupted you’d best run for the hills because she’s your worst nightmare walking. Generally she has good advice and understanding of compassion and hope. She smells and tastes like steaks, quesadillas, tacos, sweet or savory soda pop, milkshakes, desert, waffles, omelettes, blueberry syrup, afternoon sandwiches, orange juice, crazy drinks, and honeyed beer along with other restaurant flavors. She has large...personality...and breasts. You need a lot of patience, and poise to understand and effectively interact with her, like being a dog and having to take after a bunny, except the bunny’s magic and could blow up the entire world if snuck up on or disappointed.  Surprisingly tough despite some initial or more immediate assumptions.

Finally for our main crew of ladies, would be Ms. Home. You’d know her as the lady in red, either for her preference of the color in her outfits, or because of her blazing scarlet hair. Like an inferno those fibers are. Her eyes don’t seem to be able to decide whether they’re green or blue so they’re a little in between, one of each. She has freckles and skin like moonlight. She is courageous, and prone to accuracy; what I mean to say is she’s a bit of an over achiever, but in a very likeable way. She is friendly and though she can be a little headstrong she is very loyal. She sorta smells, sorta tastes like delivered pizza, chinese food, groceries, microwaved burritos, emergency chocolate, hidden chips, leftover spaghetti, tap water, juice boxes, handmade lunches both simple and extravagant, tasty and… in need of some improvement, and other home like flare. She lets you feel okay leaving a bit of yourself behind if you need to rest or be a little different for awhile. A very comforting person or inspiring person.

If you’re wondering whether those are their real names or not, well than the answer would be yes and no. They do go by those monikers but with people like these you sort of have to embrace the fact that their are visible or tangible ways of calling/identifying a person, and invisible or intangible ways. Some people have a song you can play to let them know you need them, some people have certain rituals like dances, other people you just sort of know how to bump into. Suffice to say they have nicknames and more personal denominations for themselves but those are usually reserved for their closest companions.

Ah, yes, well here’s the awkward part, there is another consistent member of this strange city, it would be me. You may call me Mr. Arcade, and I’m pretty well known for my eyes like imperial purple, and my, what you might call, aura of similar hue. I tend to wear suits, heavy coats, and or customized armor based on my favorite in game characters. All of these clothes are resistant to any number of weapons and powers (I can’t take any chances with these women).  I’ve been described as magnificent, brilliant, and fun. I’ve also been described as possibly sadistic, unusually perverse, and entirely enticing. If there’s a game out there, either I know it, have it, or I am it. And those extremely scary and likeable girls are always welcome in my territory, well, Theatre may have to wait a little so I can make sure she isn’t planning on trying to eat me or something. Speaking of eating, I’ve been told I sort of smell/taste like simple yet satisfying premade food, vending machine snacks, appetizers people eat like meals, candy, soda, and energy drinks. In many ways I’m kinda a jack of all trades, as outside of my preferred mode of bearing, I occasionally open a bar when their more adult tastes, and I in turn get a more alcoholic flavoring. I’m also the city mechanic. Ms. Theatre could have done it, but it is probably too below her, and Ms. Home just has even more aptitude for it but I suppose you could say, a different stylistic approach to things. As city mechanic my job is to make sure that everyone is feeling healthy and that they are communicating so that we would know if they needed help before the “I’m going to unleash an atomic bomb” feeling starts kicking in...or something. Basically I make sure they are functional, able to change if they need or want to, and that they know how not to change if they need to. It’s a little tricky but worthwhile, though not extravagant enough for me to change my name to Mr. wrenches.

I suppose there is one more member of the community worth mentioning, though she wasn’t one of the more consistent survivors like us four. You could say she’s something of an inevitability considering our temperaments, and environmental destinies. Almost like a critical response event triggered by the world as it sort of takes account of it’s necessities and treasured joys. You could call her Ms. Casino, and she’s about as gold as a fire is hot. As far as physical appearances go, she has Ms. Home’s dimensions or structure, but with dark skin like Ms. Theatre, and Ms. Restaurant’s blonde, well gold hair, though hers are much curlier. She likes power suits, and enterprise. When she wants something from you or wants to make a quality impression before you catch on to her nonsense she acts sort of like Ms. Restaurant, and maybe she actually believes she’s sweet and wise. She’s definitely clever, but clever people don’t always know how to actually help others let alone themselves. She has Ms Theatre, somewhat sharkish instincts or perhaps, snakish might be more accurate. She’s not unlike a dozing lioness or wierd bear woman. She’s generally tempting though her pleasures can often make one feel lesser or hollow if precautions are not taken. She has freckles and eyes like bursting suns. She is a mighty creature that much is for sure, and on her own she could give each of us a run for our money, though if we stood together she probably wouldn’t stand a chance. Ms. Theatre would see her tricks a mile away, but she’d also be likely to team up with her, and if she didn’t, deciding to fight her instead, she’d have to sort of barrell through one trap after another. Ms. Restaurant could stay off her raydar and though she may not see some of her deceptions, most likely because she would have little interest in the logic, if she found out she’d been wrong, she’d thrash her, though most likely she too would have to sort limp her way through any number of traps. Ms. Home could both see her coming, and be able to quietly creep around or disarm her machinations though she might have some trouble if couldn’t end things quickly and in silence. I could beat her, but I’d either do it by accident, by going into super evil badman mode, or by being extremely loyal. The latter pertaining to the fact that as much as she is sort of an anomaly amongst anomalies, she is still our clan member if you want to call it that. She tastes and smells like desires, insecurities, vices like cigarettes, gum, liquor both cheap and expensive, overpriced food, despair, manic hope, bloody metals, nervous sweat, excited sweat, betrayal, invincibility,  mysterious and miraculous fortunes, and sweet need, strange change. She’s duped us a couple of times, once sort of gaining ownership of the city’s deed, which allowed her to convince all of us we were her employees for eternity and beyond, so our territories sort of became weirdly twisted extensions of her own, and I had to wear a common lackey’s vest...yuck. Ms. Home got us out of that one because she remembered she had no real place there. Outside of that, whenever she appears I offer to keep her tuned and healthy like any other members of the city, though she often mistakes my knowledge of machinery to translate into me being her servant. I suppose you could say, under a watchful eye and a general awareness of her deeper concerns as a person and a force nature she’s not entirely terrible to be around.