#this js crack i swear

[undeaddisillusion]

Modern AU steddie. In senior year Steve got a comment on a post of his from a private account.

The comment was simply

"Post hole. Post your dick."

Account name: Bardic-Guitarist

[bambisnc]

lie with you [or, how riize comforts you when you're crying bc of a nightmare]

pairing : ot7 x reader! genre : implied hurt n subsequent comfort cw/tw : hugging + kisses + food mention + possibly swearing? wc : idk ,,

shotaro ,. ! - im a firm believer of taro heavy sleeper agenda - bro will be out like a log, no fire alarm is waking him up anytime soon D: - but! when you wake up because of the nightmare and end up moving a bit away from him as you process it - he knows. - he just somehow subconsciously knows that there's distance between you and just reaches out for your warmth and traps you in a big hug – all while he's snoring softly (in the CUTEST way ever) - ends up comforting you without even being conscious he's just skilled tm like that yk??

eunseok ,. ! - light sleeper!!!!! his happy burritos and cream pasta dreams stop the literal second he hears the slightest whimper out of you - mentally goes "who tf hurt my darling s/o." - when he finds out it's you crying bc of a nightmare i'm sorry but he might tease you (later ofc, when you've had enough time to heal from it bbg dw) - but rn he offers distractions in the form of bingeing cutesy animes (imagine you watch horimiya's toffee scene w him or any other anime romance cliche and he goes would u like me to do that to you. i'd pass awa y)

sungchan ,. ! - you may have to wake him up depending on how tired he is :/ - but as soon as he finds out, wraps you up in the comfiest + warmest clothes he can find and throws you over his shoulder like a potato sack/holds you in a princess carry -> depends entirely on which you prefer he can do both 💪 - takes you straight to his car (we're js gonna pretend he can drive for the sake of the hc my extensive research i.e. 15 mins on reddit led me nowhere ;-;) it's time for a midnight drive! - puts on you guys' shared playlist and takes you to a grocery store snack run followed by going to an open-ish place so you can watch the stars tgt :(

wonbin ,. ! - i think his waking up abilities are honed purely due to being w you (yk like what if you need him to hug you at like 3 am. and he's too busy passed out (dreaming of you) then what.) - feels you trembling and is lowkey upset that you didn't wake him up when you needed him :( - he gets that you might not want to face him tho, so simply presses his chest against your back and places soft kisses on your neck. probably drops in a couple "'m here for you love" "it'll be okay" "i love you so so much yk that right?" he's versatile w his sweet nothings like that :( <3

seunghan ,. ! - this guy scares me ngl /j - he probably knows you're having a nightmare before you know you're having a nightmare - wakes you up by shaking you gently, comforts you with many many many hugs as you're waking up - kisses your tears away .. (i'm so weak for him) - lays your head down on his lap and lets you vent to him just listening to you, dude's gentle presence alone is enough to calm you down - BUT ALSO. imagining him drawing you a warm bath and you ending up coercing him into wearing cutesy animal face masks w you :(((

sohee ,. ! - guy who must be facing his s/o while sleeping !! gets to know and wakes up immediately when you start crying - clings to you like a koala that's it that's the hc. has his head buried in your neck, hands tied so so tightly around your waist which greatly help to ground you - also probably cracks a couple of really cringey jokes something along the lines of "i'll be your silver knight, my princess" but says it w the softest, sweetest expression and in the sincerest, honey-like tone that you can't help but melting completely :( - when he feels you've calmed down enough prob also initiates a tickle fight sorry i don't make the rules acc to him you need to laugh after a bout of crying okay??

anton ,. ! - guy who must be facing his s/o while sleeping (2) except his ass is not waking up unless you physically shake him awake - you'd probably do that though bc what better way to comfort you from a nightmare than your half-asleep bf's soothing voice? - bro is probably so out of it that he just very eloquently goes "wh huh wha" or something of that sort - when he's coherent enough (not really) he would sort of kind of roll up on top of you forgetting his 6'1 stature - but on the positive side his weight over you is a lot like a really comfy blanket (that can kiss your forehead w the utmost gentleness) - if you ask nicely he'll even sing you a lil lullaby to help you get back to sleep <3

notes : THIS WAS FUN !! ppl who dont know my current bias try guessing based on this 🤭 + [m.list]

[imwetforyourmom]

the stare.

pt 2

summary: y/n and chris are sworn enemies, and its already bad enough they’re partners for a school trip, but what about when they have to share a bed?

warnings: suggestive, swearing, not proof read

I js know yall have been missing chris

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y/n scoffed as she threw her duffle bag to the ground. crossing her arms as chris walked from behind her, muttering words to himself. before he finally spoke up and his chosen word had been “un-fucking-believable.”

he also scoffed, looking at the one bed infront of them, aswell as the one nightstand.

“it was bad enough when they paired us together, but one bed? count me out.” he spoke, placing his backpack carefully onto the leather caramel colored chair next to him.

“they could’ve at least given two nightstands.” he remarked, glancing at the empty space on the right side of the bed.

“whatever chris. stop bitchin and complaining its getting annoying.” y/n scoffed, before kneeling down and unzipping her duffel bag.

she dug around for some pjs, in which she only found a pair of shorts and a bra, her eyes widened as she found no comfy shirt that she could wear. “fuck me” she mumbled.

chris’ head shot up as the words slipped through her mouth with no extra thought, “e- excuse me?” he spoke, his voice breathy as a small blush coated his freckled cheeks.

her jaw dropped as she looked up, and at him. “no! i- fuck- no. chris. thats- thats not what I meant.” she quickly defended, her cheeks now going red. springing up to her feet as she looked at him, a clear sign of distress evident in her voice.

he chuckled and lifted his chin up at her, a stupid smirk on his face. “all ya gotta do is ask sweetheart.” he spoke, his words ultimately shocking her. sending tingles down her spine as she stared at him in disbelief.

her mouth fell as she tried speaking, nothing coming out though, and no signs either.

chris chuckled dryly and turned around, his hands gripped the hem of his shirt and took it off. his skin glowing in the dim light.

the light reflecting and making all the details on his back more noticeable as they lightly lit up.

y/n shamelessly stared, watching as his back muscles flex.

his back was already hot as fuck.. just imagine his front.

chris turned around, giving y/n a view unintentionally.

y/ns eyes widened as her eyes trailed down his neck, collarbone, shoulders, chest and his v-line.

her lips slightly parted and a small breath escaped as she stared, getting a beautiful view of his body.

feeling arousal pool in her underwear and an ache growing between her legs she squeezed her thighs together.

chris felt eyes on him, and looked at y/n. seeing her eyes on his body, drool pratically falling from her lips.

he smugly smirked and stared into her eyes, “like the view?” he teased, immediately catching y/ns attention.

she stared at his eyes, her cheeks heating up in embarrassment. she licked her dry lips and shut her mouth, swallowing.

“…” only a breath escapes her lips, finding herself too embarrassed to answer. chris chuckled and took a step closer to her.

“use your words baby.” he spoke, his voice going quiet as he got closer and closer to her.

she took as many steps back as she could before her back hit the wall. chris’ smirk only grew as she found herself trapped between the wall and chris’ promixity.

“I- uh.. yes.” she finally spoke up, her voice cracking slightly, she looked diwn at her feet as nervousness took over her body.

chris got closer to her, now up close to her, their bodys not quite touching but close enough to feel chris’ body heat right up on y/n.

chris placed his hand under her chin and brought it up so now they were face to face.

y/n swallowed and stared up at his eyes, licking her dry lips once again as chris kept his eyes trained on hers.

she could feel his breath on her lips, making the urge to kiss him a whole lot harder to defeat.

her lips twitched, chris’ eyes almost immediately darted to her lips. his hand still on her chin. for all y/n knows he could push her face away or bring her face closer to his and kiss her.

the only question is, whats he going to choose?

758 words.

tags:

@luverboychris @luvsturns @meg-sturniolo

[mbbsgf]

a/n: this might be terrible and i'm sorry about it but keep in mind i js got into writing recently. all my stories will be inspired by a song that i will be putting below the story title. i truly hope u guys like it even i personally don't<3

- marie💋

ALL TOO WELL . pt1

warnings: swearing, crying, mean!matt, angst, no y/n, slight fluff at the end

based of all too well (10 minutes version) (taylor's version) (from the vault) by taylor swift (RED (taylor's version), 2021)

alexa is laying down in her bed, trying desperately to sleep as it's 4:30 in the morning. but she can't. all she can think about is the altercation with matt earlier in the day. she's trying so hard to understand why he hates her so much. what did she ever do to him for him to be that mean and that insensitive.

flashback, later that day.

"god, alexa. why are you even here anyway!?" matt shouts angrily as he sees the water spilled out all over the floor.

"i-i'm sorry! i didn't mean to, matt!" alexa raises her voice slightly but not to talk over matt or anything, just so he hears what she has to say since he always acts like he never does.

"well, i would fucking hope so you didn't mean to! you better clean all that shit because i'm not doing it!" matt yells, looking directly into alexa's big hazel eyes as tears start to form there.

matt's face softens as soon as he sees the tears in her eyes starting to form. as soon as he notices his own face softening, he tries to hide it but frowning angrily again. he didn't want alexa to see him show care for her but fuck, he did care.

"hey, what's going on here?" nick chimes in. he sees matt's angry face, the tears in alexa's eyes and the water all over the floor. he sighs. "i'll clean this. lex, go on the couch and relax. i'll join you in a minute." nick says softly, looking at alexa with a soft smile. he turns to matt and his expression becomes slightly angry. "and you. don't just stand there, move." he says harshly to matt, clearly upset about the way he's been treating alexa lately. alexa mouths a small "sorry" to nick before walking to the couch, sitting there.

matt goes to his room without saying a word but his face shows clear annoyance. alexa deeply sighs as she hears matt's bedroom door slamming shut. she buries her face in her hands.

"hey, don't overthink it, alright? it's just some water and you clearly didn't mean to. matt's just being an asshole per usual." nick says softly as he goes to sit on the couch next to alexa. he gives her a friendly smile as he rubs her back in attempt to comfort her.

"it's not the water that's bothering me. i just don't get why he hates me so much. all i ever wanted was to be friends and what makes me sadder is that we did use to be friends and pretty close ones." alexa says, her voice cracking and bottom lip twitching.

nick frowns sadly. he clearly understands what alexa is feeling right now. he scoots closer to her. "i know and i'm sorry but you know matt. he's always sucked at showing and expressing his feelings properly." nick says, making alexa look at nick with a confused frown on her face. "wait, what?"

before nick could reply, chris comes into the living room. "nick, c'mon we're leaving in 10." he lazily says.

nick mouths a small "sorry" to alexa before getting up and walking upstairs, to his room.

END OF FLASHBACK .

alexa sighs as she moves to face her nightstand where her phone is charging on. she turns it on. 4:50am. fuck it. she decides to text matt.

lex.

matt?

matt:(

what

lex.

why're u mad? what'd i do?

matt:(

i don't know what you're talking about.

lex.

come over.

matt:(

alexa, it's 4:55am. go to sleep.

lex.

matt please. i wanna know what i did.

matt:(

i'll b here in 5.

lex.

thank you

read at 4:57

5:04. alexa hears small taps on her window. she immediately gets the blankets off of her and walks to her window. her face lights up when she sees matt on a tree branch, looking around to check if anyone has seen him. she smiles to herself before sliding the window up, letting matt in.

matt gets in safely, trying to make as less noise as possible but also trying not to fall the window frame. alexa slides the window back down once matt is in her room.

"what do you want? it's 5:10am, alexa."

"it used to be lex.." alexa mumbles.

matt frowns.

"it used to be lex.. what changed?" alexa asks. she looks heartbroken as matt didn't even bother giving her any explanation on why he was acting the way he was.

matt stays silent as his gaze falls down to his feet.

alexa looks away as tears form in her eyes, just like earlier today.

"i'm sorry." matt mumbles.

"what was that?" alexa asks, waiting for him to repeat.

"i'm sorry."

alexa looks at matt, seemingly confused. matt sees no reaction from alexa so he goes on.

"i'm sorry, lex. i.. i'm a piece of shit. you never deserved any of that shit. i guess i'm just trying to make myself hate you because it's way easier to hate you than to just accept my real feelings." matt says quietly, playing with the rings around his fingers.

alexa frowns sadly at matt. he looks up at her and sees her dad frown. he takes a few step forward but she steps back.

"lex, please.." matt says as he stems forward again, grabbing one of alexa's hand into his.

"i don't understand, matt. i don't understand, what'd i do?" alexa asks quietly, her eyes full of tears threatening to fall.

"you didn't do anything, lex. it's not you. i'm just.." matt looks up from his hands. he looks at alexa's face and all he wants to do is kiss her. "i love you, lex."

alexa looks into matt's eyes as her eyes widen. "you- you what?"

"i love you."

alexa looks up at matt as she blinks the tears away. her cheeks now all wet from her tears. she looks away. matt pulls her into him and that's all it takes for alexa to melt into him and cry into his chest. matt leaves a few soft kisses on the top of her head as he whispers sweet nothings to her.

"it's okay, i'm here."

"you're okay, baby.."

"i'll never let go."

alexa could barely believe this. she's liked matt since they were 16 and now he's in her room, confessing his love to her after treating her like shit for months. alexa finally wraps her arms around matt's waist lazily as she buries her face into his chest.

this is gonna be interesting in the morning.

to be continued...

a/n: i truly apologize bc this is so shit. there's definitely gonna be other parts to this story so don't worry just not now lmaooo. thank u guys for reading and even if i don't personally like it, i hope u guys liked it🤍

taglist: @bernardenjoyer @querenciasturniolo @ev3rgreenxtrees @sturnybabes @recklesssturniolo @daddyslilchickenfingers @lustfulslxt @kvtie444 @mattsturn-love @soursturniolo

[carlgrimesenthusiast]

TRUTH OR DARE - carl grimes

request: A request for a fic where carl and the reader are playing truth or dare and it gets more explicit the longer they play 🤭

warnings: swearing(like one curse word💀💀) ,kissing/making out , reader takes shirt off , bras , explicit truth or dare , mean!cocky!reader??? she’s not very mean or cocky but it’s shown slightly so don’t worry , hair tugging , neck kissing , spelling mistakes/grammar mistakes (forgive me it’s 3am🙏🙏🙏)

authors note: ahhh, this was rushed!!! it’s 3am rn so forgive me if there’s any spelling mistakes!! thank you so much for 80+ followers!!! i love you all so much i js want to give you all kisses!!! also if you want to request for any other twd characters, message me or send an ask, whatever you feel comfortable doing!

CARL GRIMES MASTERLIST

everyone’s over the age of 18!!!

you walked around in the living room, running your finger along the fireplace. you brought your finger up, dust covering it, you blew it away, coughing. not a good idea… you thought.

“you alright?” you heard from behind you, you turned around to see carl.

“yeah, i’m find.” you muttered, turning back around to inspect the un cracked picture frames which held family photos. you were confused, how was it not broken like the other ones you’ve come across?

“good,” carl responded, relieved. “come look at what i found.”

your eyebrows raised up, curious to see what he found. you gave a small ‘mhm’ before swinging your backpack over your shoulder and following carl upstairs to see what he wanted to show you. carls own backpack was sat outside of the room he was going to show you, you laid your backpack next to carls.

“come.” carl gestured with his hand.

you entered after carl. he wanted to show you a bedroom?

“why’s this important?” you asked, confused.

“ ‘cause it looks the same as it would before the apocalypse.” carl said.

“so?”

carl huffed, “all the houses we’ve seen so far have been wrecked, but this one, is practically new.”

“you’re right. i was looking downstairs and most of the pictures we’ve seen have either been broken or is covered in dust. this house…” you paused, turning your head to look at the posters on the walls, the books on the shelf and the bed, to all be in pristine condition. “it’s like-“

“-someone’s been taking care of it.” carl interrupted you.

“do you think someone lives here.” you questioned, you took a book from the book shelf. pride and prejudice. you kept held of the book, you were going to read it later on.

“i doubt it but possibly.” carl sat on the bed, “it’s comfy, come sit.” carl pat down on the space next to him.

you giggled, making your way. you plopped down onto the bed, bouncing, almost making carl almost fall off.

“woah.” carl held onto the bed. it was very soft, you just wanted to fall asleep on it. you laid back, letting your arms feel around the bed. carl copied you, falling back against the bed.

“i want this bed.” you groaned, turning your head to look at carl who was looking at you already, admiring you.

“d’you wanna play a game?” carl asked, sitting back up and looking at you.

“sure.”

“alright, let’s play…” carl dragged, “truth or dare.”

“okay…” you breathed, “i dare you to fall off the bed.”

“im not gonna fall of the be-“ carl began. without letting him finished, you pushed him off, making a loud thud. “you didn’t even ask me truth or dare!” carl looked at you in disbelief.

“i know,” you threw your head back, laughing. “sorry.”

carl got up, painfully. “you don’t mean it, do you?” carl dusted himself off.

“nope.” you popped the ‘p’

“well, i dare you to…” carl looked up, thinking of a dare. “say your best pick up line.”

“i didn’t even pick dare.” you crossed your arms.

“yeah, well neither did i but you still dared me.” carl snapped.

“okay, okay, fine.” you rolled your eyes. you let it slide since you did the same to him as well, so it was only fair. “okay, i got,” you clapped your hands together, “do you have a name or can i call you mines.”

carls jaw dropped in utter shock, he was no expecting that. you both burst out laughing.

“hey, you asked for it!” you held onto your stomach.

“i regret asking.” carl wheezes, making you laugh even more.

after a few minutes of trying to catch his own breathe, carl continues, “truth or dare?”

“dare.” you were feeling adventurous, but not as adventurous as carl because of his next words.

“i dare you to take your shirt off.”

well that took a turn.

you couldn’t deny it, that made you feel some sort of way. you slowly took your shirt off, teasing carl. after removing your shirt, it revealed your lacy, white bra. carl let his eyes immediately fall down to your tits, mouth slightly open. you sat up against the wall, bending your legs up.

“truth or dare.” you said, looking into carls eyes.

“truth.”

“who’s the prettiest girl in the world?” you tilt your head to the side slightly.

“you.” carl said straight-away.

“i know.” you smiled, you knew that carl wanted you. you could see it in his eyes.

after a few moments of silence, you began again. “truth or dare carl.”

“dare.” carl hoped he chose the right choice, and knowing what’s going to happen next, he’s happy he chose dare.

“i dare you to kiss me.”

without hesitation, carl crawls to you and latches onto your lips. he sat down next to you, not taking his lips from yours. you settled onto his lap, not daring to break away.

“wanted to do this for so long.” carl said between kisses.

“then why the fuck did you not?” you broke away for a breather.

“ ‘cause i didn’t know if you’d like me.” carl said, he let his mouth wander down to your neck, pampering soft kisses.

“well now you know.” you reached for his hair, tugging slowly. “can i?” you reached down for carls shirt.

“please.” carl begged.

you almost tore off carls shirt but you paused, hearing footsteps around the house…

[deluwoo]

– pov : you find niki's priv twt where he is absolutely down atrocious for you (pt. 1)

pairing ▸ niki x gn!reader genre ▸ fluff, crack, smau warnings ▸ swearing, LOTS of typos, like one kms joke [if there's anything to add, js lmk !] wc ▸ n/a

yuno notes ▸ typos are intentional bc the msgs were made quickly if u get what i mean <3 pls ignore the post times and stuff i'm too lazy to edit it now that i realized it's all posted at like 8-9 pm 💀 pls also ignore the quality idk why it's so icky but wtv! (matching bios photo is in pt. 2 cuz photo limit :c)

reblog = ur super epic mwah ©yuno ©deluwoo

[necroixe]

Js realized I never posted this guy but I have ocs other than Nico I swear lmaoo

This is Noah, formerly known as Micah Vance before he got fucked over by slender man as they all do and ws hit with a healthy dose of cloud strife style retrograde amnesia + identity theft.

Full character file and details under the cut! Be warned– it’s LONG:

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‘ ‘ did you say something, what’d you say?... ‘ ‘

‘ ‘ was that your voice, or was that me? ‘ ‘

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N A M E

Noah Rivers

A L I A S

The ghost

A G E

22

G E N D E R

Male, he/him

S E X

Male

Noah is a human operator proxy.

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"I've never been fucking scared of you," He snapped, and Noah grabbed his jaw.

"I've always hated that."

"What?"

"How often you lie through your fucking teeth."

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A P P E A R A N C E

The most notable thing about Noah is his mask. It's drawn over crudely with charcoal, smudged all over, black around the eyes, the nose, the mouth. But the features are visible. The nose is sharp and angular, and the lips are drawn in a thin line. He wears it so often it's more like his face than his actual face. The only time he takes it off is when he's asleep, and sometimes not even then. His actual face, the one under the mask, has a scar that drags from above his right eyebrow down across his nose to his left jawline. His face is slim, angular, edges hazy against a monochromatic color scheme. The structure of his face is proportionate but it’s usually frowning, brows furrowed, mouth cut into a scowl. His features look like they were cut from alabaster or marble. Would’ve been pretty, maybe, in another universe. His eyes should've been black, but one of them is blinded, grayed over, and the other seems perpetually suited for low light. They are upturned, half lidded at a default and followed by bags, lines, and dark circles. They look bruised or dusky in color. He's bad with bright lights. He has black hair, cut choppy and messy, like he did it himself. His skin is so pale it's almost a sort of gray, the kind that suggests he doesn't see sun often. Lips chapped and dry, always cracked and bleeding, same with his hands, long black nails he likes painting for a reason he can't fully explain. They make his already slender fingers appear longer than they are. Almost clawlike. Noah is thin. He's tall, taller than he remembers, standing at 5’11”. He's built like an alley cat, all sinew and muscle, sharp shoulders, sharp bones. Scars all over his body. Some are new, from fights, other's he's had before he can remember in odd, purposeful places.

V O I C E

Baritone

Rough, and unused. When speaking his voice is barely above a whisper. He’s one of those people with a voice so low you have to lean in to listen. There’s an edge to his tone, a slight southern drawl. Sometimes the things he says sound more like they’re coming from a machine than a person. His voice is muffled when it’s under the mask, he compensates by being slightly louder.

S C E N T

His scent isn’t something that’s easy to pinpoint. It’s almost sterile, but not hospital sterile. He kind of smells like the woods.

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‘ ‘ how many times did i tell you

before it finally got through? ‘ ‘

‘ ‘ you lose. ‘ ‘

‘ ‘ you lose. ‘ ‘

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C O M B A T

Noah has heightened strength and speed, but he’s still human. A human that ignores the capabilities of his own body, but human nonetheless. He’s a skilled fighter, can hold his own against nearly anyone when weapons aren’t involved. He doesn’t like knives. Helpless with them, helpless against them. Noah is a firearms sort of guy. Always has a gun on him, either a pistol, or when he’s hunting he has a rifle. He’s interesting during fights. A textbook masochist. Pain doesn’t elicit the same reaction from him as it would for most other people. At best, he’ll ignore it, at worst, he’s drunk on it.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

Noah doesn’t remember much about his life before meeting the operator, if anything. There are glimpses of a history that doesn’t feel like his in the back of his mind, or when he’s half asleep, or when his brain turns off and he isn’t really thinking. Those are his favorite moments. Where he can pretend he isn’t himself. He’s a murderer. He’s quiet, and secretive, and temperamental. What might’ve at one point been a charming persona, dulled and narrowed itself down to a chassis unrecognizable to people who knew him when he was younger. He’s quick to anger. Restless when things are calm, and when he feels alright. He’s never actively antagonistic, but he doesn’t like other people, and his skin itches for instability. He can never hold down a relationship. Of any kind, platonic, romantic. Always ends up ruining it somehow. And he likes it that way. He doesn’t even know why he’s so angry, he just is. His internal world is indecipherable, even to him. He’s constantly mixing things up, getting things wrong, getting distracted, forgetting things. Which is strange, because in the abstract he’s intelligent. There are moments where it seems like he’s lucid, and he’s calm, easy going, likable, even. He has a dry sense of humor that on boys like him feel more charismatic than it actually is. But the neuroticism always comes back eventually. He isn’t Noah without the neuroticism. Maybe he isn’t Noah at all.

B A C K S T O R Y

He isn't. He grew up as a boy named Micah. A different person, honestly. Relatively normal, all things considered. Had parents, friends, a boyfriend, people that cared about him. A trajectory that should’ve been normal. He would’ve graduated highschool, gone to college, him and his boyfriend would break up and he’d marry a girl, or they wouldn’t and they’d end up together only to divorce later, or something. He thought domestic bliss was a stupid concept. Would give anything for it now.

The operator in his hometown was a story you told to kids. They called him the thin man. Micah and his friends would play in the woods on the outskirts of Haven, hunt for bird eggs, mark fake trails, the woods were sparse enough to not really worry about getting lost or losing each other, you could walk in any direction and reach a clearing in half an hour, or so, until you reached the deepwood, but no one went in there. Not even him. Haven was famous for having people go into that part of the woods and never come out. They said it’s because it was so disorienting, that you could walk in without even realizing it, and before you know it all the branches look the same and you can’t see a path. But when he was nineteen he went in. And he met the reason why no one ever really left those woods.

The concept of a proxy was weird to him. Someone that worked for an invisible force of nature you couldn’t see, but you could feel, and Micah felt him in the form of thick static at the back of his neck. Then again, he was drugged the entire time. It might’ve been that. The man who’d kidnapped him was named Noah. He was older, had a limp, a face he covered up by some sort of mask. Micah couldn’t remember. But he remembered his hands. They were unstable, shook constantly, leathery skin, or maybe gloves. Felt like fire. He remembered the way they’d palpitate when he took a blade, dragged it down his face, or somewhere else on his body. And this man, Micah would think to himself in a sedated haze, would use those hands to kill him. There was no universe where he got out of here in one piece.

The brain does fascinating things under extreme trauma. Noah would’ve made a brilliant psychiatrist in the 50s, because he’d triggered an artificial disassociation in Micah that helped him survive the ordeal at all. Mind over matter, he’d think, over, and over, and over, mind over matter. If he liked how much it hurt it wouldn’t be so bad. He’d make himself like it. If he missed home, his boyfriend’s stupid face so much he wanted to die, he’d tell himself he didn’t miss any of it at all. Where was he now? They’d gotten into a fight the last time he remembered, he wasn’t looking for him, wouldn’t save him, it was a waste of energy he didn’t have the luxury to sacrifice. The sedative helped. He didn’t know what it was. Some sort of depressant. His mind reeled, ran, sludged, brain into liquid. He wondered if Noah did this to everyone. Whatever that static was, it never shut up. A constant, ear grating buzz. Red noise. He’d get sick, Noah would laugh at him. He hated Noah. Hated Noah’s voice, his shaking hands, the smug sort of way he’d talk to him like he’d already won, like he’d already killed him. And he really should’ve. Noah was arrogant. Didn’t think he needed a gun for him, even though he had dozens lining the wall of his basement, an arsenal. And he didn’t. It wouldn’t have been difficult to kill someone locked to a chair and half awake. He was just an idiot. Let Micah slip out, let him kill him. His death was anticlimactic. A face pumped full of lead, features torn asunder. But the static was too loud all of a sudden, and he was nauseous, and his vision dimmed.

The amnesia paired itself with some delusion disorder, courtesy of the operator, he’d realize. He didn’t recognize his face, or his body, a perpetual state of psychosis, of dysphoria. Noah was the strongest thing in his mind. The last thing he really remembered. Maybe that’s why he latched onto the name. The memory of him. Or a voice he didn’t recognize told him it was him, that it was the only thing he made sense. This was Noah’s cabin, he recognized it, recognized the rooms, the temperature, the basement, the bloody, empty spot on the floor where something should’ve been. And then Noah’s cabin turned into his cabin. Noah’s mind turned into his mind. Some things scared him. He didn’t understand why his hands didn’t shake anymore, why he couldn’t stand to see his own face. But he clings to anything familiar. The thin man is familiar. He does what it tells him to.

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“you had no right to kill him.”

A voice said, from nowhere and everywhere all at once, register so alien and low it made his heart flatten to the pit of his stomach.

“a life for a life. your kind values equivocal exchange, no?”

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[3cosmicfrogs]

for the ask game: naybe an AU where LXC is not on the stairs at thaf JGY/NMJ confrontatiom but baxia Got Attached so she refuses to be like. Slammed down?? And nieyao js now awkwarsly staring at each other, because whay is happening

hmmmmm you propose an interesting scenario.... i guess this could fit into the More Sentient Baxia AU that Woob and i have fever-dreamed up? in that case, five headcanons of what would happen if baxia got Attached:

baxia does not want to kill the Searching-Wanting-Waiting-Watching Human. she likes him, he gives nice skritches. and he always surrounds himself with a delicious aura of almost-evil that she just itches to sink her teeth into and rip away from him... Plus, her master clearly likes him too, he just needs her to show him!

baxia has seen into her human's heart and decided that he needs to get laid, immediately. She will take the necessary steps to make this happen, because she is a Good Sabre! now that she's saved the Searching-Wanting-Waiting-Watching Human, she only needs to find a way to make her intentions clear to the Floating-Calming-Softly-Quietly Human... her best course of action is clearly to start hovering in his peripheral vision from what she is sure is her most seductive angle.

Misunderstandings! Misunderstandings everywhere! naturally, because they are grown adults, mingjue and meng yao cannot possibly have a conversation about this. they will continue to Agonise separately and entirely unproductively while Xichen looks on and sighs. All the while everyone is being terrorised by baxia. Eventually someone breaks (my bet is on xichen) and demands to know exactly what is going on?! and if you think the resulting argument anything is but a sarcastic word-duel you'd be wrong! again, because nieyao are mature, grown-ass adults about this who can totally handle their feelings.

"are you upset you couldn't follow through, da-ge?" "I swear this has never happened before! I usually perform just fine!" "that's alright, mingjue-xiong, maybe you were just stressed?" "yes, there's no reason to be embarassed, da-ge." "a-yao is right, i'm sure this sort of thing happens all the time...?" "well did it ever happen to either of you?!" "...no." "whatever! let's try again then, i'm sure i'll manage this time!" <- this conversation will be overheard by an outside character of your choosing (nhs perhaps?) to Maximum Comedic Effect.

When the Issues Are Being Resolved, mingjue is faced with the absolutely mortifying ordeal of explaining to his increasingly incredulous sworn brothers that yes, nie sabres do in fact sometimes talk to their masters, of course this is normal what are you talking about, and also his magical bloodthirsty weapon has decided that he really really needs a romantic relationship and picked xichen and meng yao. yes she's been tormenting him. they can try a relationship he supposes, just to satisfy the Magical Bloodthirsty Weapon of course, no feelings will arise surely, and if nothing comes of it she will back off. this is entirely unaided by huaisang, who keeps orchestrating bed shortages and feeding the three of them aphrodisiacs because he is convinced that his brother is suffering from erectile dysfunction.

I'm not very good at making coherent plots or headcanons as you can see, but i thrive in crack treated seriously, and so this is what this will be.

[kzmeru]

Aha I noticed your reqs were open so um... How would you feel about doing a Kaname/Reader fic where the reader is an idol and was a friend/lover of Kaname before the coma, but Kaname wakes up and they're not sure if Kaname would still love them after such a long time... And they avoid him because they're afraid of being rejected, but he still loves them even if they've changed a lot... And Kaname catches the reader later and re-confesses all his feelings to them, saying he doesn't want them to leave, and the reader accepts it.

HWLP ME THIS JS SO LONG . IM SO EMBARRASSING BYE. but if u happen to write it umm I'm sorry 😭😭😭 ahshahjdjs

- 🦦

i’d rather die than have to cry infront of you

# character : kaname tojo

— notes ; HI ! this took SO LONG IM SO SORRY but i hope this is what you expected .. i haven’t wrote anything in a hot min so it’s probably bad </3 BUT BRO THIS TURNED OUT TO BE SO LONG HELP (also kaname edit is by dailykaname on ig)

warning(s) : angst to fluff :3, idk tears are forming as i write this

"Good work, as usual, [Name]." Anzu cheered, handing you a cold glass of water. You could only return a tired smile at the Producer, as you practically chugged the drink down your throat.

Just another performance, is it not? A lump formed in your throat upon the thought of a 'performance'. Perhaps, it was something that you had wanted to stay far away from. Though, in the back of your mind, you knew that you wouldn't be able to, even if you tried.

"[Name]?" You finally heard the Producer's calls after several attempts of trying to grab your attention. Anzu gave you a look of worry, patting your back in hopes of reassurance.

"Ah, sorry… I spaced out. What's wrong?" She shakes her head, guiding you back to your personal dressing room, only to be greeted by a familiar blue-haired man.

That was Anzu's cue to leave. She politely excused herself with a bow and ran off to report the success of your performance.

"HiMERU," You gave the man a small nod. It was difficult to resist — the throbbing pain in your heart whenever you see him. You knew he isn't the person you love, and he knew that you caught on with his 'mission.'

HiMERU played his role as Kaname Tojo, your lover, the one you failed to protect. Though, all this pretending, and tricking your friends into believing that Kaname is well, felt wrong. The guilt was becoming too much to handle.

"Kaname's awake." Was all he said. Nothing else, no other explanation, leaving you in a state of multiple emotions at once.

Were you relieved? Happy? Of course, you had to be happy, right? But… why does it feel like you're more anxious than excited? Is it because it's been so long, that you're starting to doubt Kaname's love for you?

'Right, that has to be it… it has been quite a long time, hasn’t it? There's no way he'd still feel the same.' You thought, words refusing to come out of your mouth while HiMERU stood by the doorframe. He is just as shaken as you are.

"I'm… sorry, I—" Your attempt to leave immediately failed once your gaze locked with those familiar, bright yellow ones. The gaze that made you feel at home.

"[Name]…" Swearing that you heard Kaname's voice crack a little. You were scared, anxious and confused. The look on his face did not help with the extreme anxiety buried in your chest — though, the expression he had was unreadable.

"I have to go…" You simply said, hastily making your way to the other side of the building, in hopes of avoiding Kaname. 'Maybe,' you thought, 'It's for the best.'

Because things can't go back to the way it used to.

—

Kaname was confused, angry — not at you, but at himself. Why were you avoiding him? Why won't you let him talk? Did you not love him anymore?

He felt heavy. Everytime he tried approaching you, he'd be bombarded with excuses. Avoidance is something that he can't handle, especially when it comes to you.

This time, he isn't letting you get away that easily anymore.

"I'm sorry, Tojo… I can’t today. Huh? W-wait, what are you doing?!"

Kaname didn’t fail to catch the flustered look on your face when he had suddenly pushed you inside an empty room. He surpressed his giggle as your expression turned into a look of distress and panic.

"Hey! Seriously, I have to-.." You slowly gave in, growing silent as Kaname's gaze pierced into your soul. Nervously looking to the side to avoid eye contact, and to save you from the embarrassment, you swallowed the lump in your throat and motioned for the boy to speak.

"Why are you avoiding me?" He asked, with a slight shake in his voice. Was he trying to hold back his tears?

"Tojo—"

"No! My name isn't Tojo. So, stop calling me that It's Kaname, call me Kaname!" He snapped, holding you in place do that you wouldn't be able to escape.

"I just want to know why… you hate me…" Kaname looked down, hiding his face from you. He didn't want to let you catch a glimpse of the beads of tears forming in the corner of his eyes. He just wanted to know, why?

You were left speechless. Words weren't coming out, even if you attempted to speak by opening your mouth.

"…I still love you, [Name]. We loved each other! What went wrong…? Is it because I’ve been gone for so long that you found someone else?" Kaname finally found the courage to look up, tears that he had been holding back threatening to drop.

"Do you not love me anymore? Am I not 'your Kaname' anymore? Did you fall out of love?"

"Kaname,"

"I'm not accepting that! I don't want you to leave!"

"Kaname…"

"What? If you want me gone, just say it!"

"Kaname!"

There, he grew silent. He anticipated your reponse, yet, he felt scared. Are you going to leave him?

"S—…rry…" You choked out, letting the trapped tears escape. Kaname was taken aback. ‘I knew it’ he thought.

"I'm sorry! I was scared too… I didn’t know what to do! I thought you didn't love me anymore, so I avoided you to ease the pain…" You weren't even aware of how fast you spoke. It was silent for a while, until your shaking hands were comforted by Kaname's warm ones.

He scoffed, as if he was mocking you. "Are you stupid? I never even dreamt of leaving you!" A single teardrop escaped his eye, making him bury his face against the crook of your neck, his breath slightly tickling your neck.

"I love you." Kaname's embrace still felt so natural. He was warm, and made you feel so… safe.

"Nothing's changed,"

"So please, don't leave me…" He choked out a sob, relief washing all over his body when he felt your body relax against his.

"Please come back to me, [Name]…"

You sighed, placing your lips ontop of his head, giving him a quick peck before completely collpasing on the ground with his body draped against yours.

"I love you too, Kaname… I won't leave you, ever."

[kat1473]

“if you don’t love me..why are you still here?”

A/N: Another angsty rhalicent One- shot. Mothers are fighting💔 Felt like this is what their fight would’ve been like a least a lil. love me a good argument between besties 👯

Summary: Rhaenyra finds out about alicent and (Her father) The king and flips out.

Warnings: angst, swear words, arguing, slight slut shamming(heat of the moment), religious ideology, begging, blood, mean rhaenyra(js been betrayed), sad alicent, suicidal ideation

Word Count: 1k

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Rhaenyra knew this would happen. Deep down she knew. She could feel how her once beloved friend was pulling away. How in the months following her mothers death Rhaenyra was left alone not only by her father but also by her friend while they enjoyed each others company uncaring of the betrayal they had been committing.

The princess could feel her heart lighting aflame burning her from the inside; when she had heard of her father’s plan to marry her only friend. The only comfort and solace she’d found during those harsh times now tainted by the knowledge of their betrayal.

She could never look at her the same. Never feel the same. Her heart once filled with love and affection for someone she had considered innocent. Untouched by the ambitions of the iron throne; filled with an intense rage that compelled the princess to flea the counsel room as fast as she her stuttering legs and pacing heart could take her.

She could feel the suffocating sensation of her lungs burning with the need to take in more air. Her skin feeling itchy and damp under the golden dress with red accents she wore. Her eyes were blurry when she arrived to her chambers; Ears muffled only hearing the harsh beating of her heart as she tried to take in as much air as possible.

Loud fast paces following her interrupted her blazing thoughts as the princess turned to find the very person who’s caused it all. Every harsh breath. Every harsh thump of her heart. Every tear that fell. The one she could blame stood before her. “How could you!” She yelled voice vibrating off the stone walls of the red keep.

“Rhaenyra please…” Alicents brown eyes filled with anxious tears while her hands tore as each other drawing blood as she begged her once friend for understanding. For the chance to explain herself. “What! What could you possibly have to say to explain yourself.” The princess gave her no such chance.

“How could you possibly explain how you’ve used me and my position to get what you wanted.” The dragon princess moved closer her red eyes burning with the might of a thousand flames as her chest rose with furious intensity. “Tell me! Tell me how you’ve whored yourself out to my father, while pretending to be my friend using my idiotic heart to get one step closer to the iron throne.”

The hightower lady flinched at the harsh words too stunned to respond as the dragon blew its harsh flames at her, suffocating her with both hurt and hate. The hightower could Only compose herself enough to choke out, “I had no choice, Rhaenyra! Please.” Tears now openly falling from her face as she bit her cracked lips enough to draw blood; the sight only serving to entice the dragon in its attack in need for a taste. If she could not have her love Rhaenyra thought as her gaze saw the red substance pool out. Then she would have her blood.

“I trusted you! I believed you! I loved you; and you’ve betrayed me in the worst of ways.” The princess now yelling as she stepped closer to her only friend watching as she cried and tore at her hands as she’s seen her do thousands of times.

This time her being the cause and instead of feeling guilt the dragon allowed it to fuel the flames inside ready for another strike. She could feel the heat coming from herself especially now during the chilling evenings of spring.

She could feel as the fire inside her begged to be fed. She could feel the flames dance with anger and grief at this betrayal. So she did the only thing she knew to do. She blew her dragon flame; Needing Alicent to feel the same burning flames that were thrust upon her veins burying her alive in the heat. Needing her to feel the same pain caused by the hell they’ve been thrust upon.

“I hate you.” She sneered eyes filled with so much rage as the girl stood across from her bleeding and crying unable to move, breathe, let alone look away as the moment she’d been dreading had been thrust upon her.

Alicent desperate tearing at her hands with tears running down her face felt as though the sky was falling. She could feel it as clear as day. The father is coming for her. To tear her down for this betrayal; deccending from the gods to crush her mortal self as punishment for this injustice.

Alicent threw herself to her knees grasping at any bit of salvation as she could feeling the fabric of her only friend’s dress. Not daring to look up at the shadow that was formed by the princess looming over her. She looked at the material in her hands instead.

Red. she could see the red threads running through the dress creating a new form of dragons on the fabric. Red. She could see her bloodied fingers grasping desperately at what she could no longer call hers. Red. She could feel her knees scraping against the hard stone floors wet with the thick substance of blood. Red. That’s all she saw in the eyes of her old friend red with fury at her actions. “please…please please just let me explain rhae-“ she choked.

“Do not speak my name!” Red blazing fire burned her head to toe, she could feel the flames consume her. “Please princess. I beg of you.” Red. She could feel the blood in her flushed face no doubt snot and tears staining it as she tried to beg for forgiveness with eyes red and panicked.

Looking for anything any semblance of mercy left in the princesses gaze. Only to find nothing there. She could not see the princess she once knew; she only saw a dragon. One with its mouth wide open ready to set aflame and devour anything in its way…..

Alicent was left alone bloodied and on her knees staring up at the blazing sun the shadowy figure had revealed when it left. The soft breeze drying the tears that stained her face as she sat there feeling as though time had stopped and the world had ended. She could not move. Could not breathe. Could not think. All she could do was sit there on her knees and wait for death to finally kiss her. As her old friend once had.

[simplyjaeyun]

Synopsis- Y/N is a tiktok editor, she usually edits celebrities and swears herself off EVER falling for a tiktoker. Until she comes across a very attractive thirst trapper, much like Jacob Day and Bryce Parker (who are two people she ultimately despises). For some reason he felt different so, much to her dismay she starts to edit him. Nothing can happen from just editing, right?

Notes: I’ve never written an smau so it’s probably written poorly bc I’m not used to writing using a text type way neither am I good at romance. I mainly write stories abt mental health and stuff so I’m not too familiar with that area. I have tried to write romance but a lot of the time it js seems weird bc I have no idea what relationships are like soooo.

Genre- crack, online friends/strangers to lovers

Pairing- Thirst trap tiktoker! Jake x fem tiktok editor! Reader

Warnings- swearing, idk, if theirs anything else that needs a warning I will add it here

Profiles

Y/N and the hoes

Jake and da boyzzzz

Chapters

I fell for a tiktoker…

He saw my edit…

The Rizz Lord

Bae 🤭🤭

Good riddance (half fic)

Let’s play cupid

Operation Cupid, Is a Go

I Didn’t Know What You Were Going Through

Operation Cupid, Back On Track

Operation Cupid, Back On Track pt2

Rizzelle Can’t Rizz?

Perfect couple’s, first problem

Only Yours

[bambisnc]

whispers of sealook high [ft. ot7 riize!]

genre : crack ! ! and fluff obvi cw/tw : AN OTOME CHOOSE YOUR OWN ENDING AU HEHEHE + use of caps + swearing + weird humour

when you fell asleep in a library, having overworked yourself physically and mentally due to slaving over some mind-numbingly dull work, you really didn’t expect there to be any consequences.

however, waking up to find the bookcase right in front of you glowing with a certain.. inviting (?) orange aura was a moment you’d never be able to forget. 

you, obviously, walk towards the bookcase and reach a hand towards one of the books right in the middle. 

a whoosh. and a thump.

gasp- some sort of a wind lifts you up?? you’re floating in air?!?!

and then! there’s some sort of a .. hovering screen in front of you? it reads the following message : 

“otome unlocked : welcome to sealook high! you, the transfer student, must navigate through various trials and tribulations of a new school .. and maybe even find love..?

explore a whole new world where you can meet new people and do fun extracurriculars but oh, definitely remember to stay up to date with your class work!

play the game today and enjoy the perfect high school romance~ <3”

an otome game-? is this a hologram?? is someone playing some kind of a prank on you??

honestly though.. this seems a bit too real to be just chalked up to a joke.. could you maybe still be dreaming?

as if on cue, the hovering screen somehow senses your hesitation. the words disappear from the screen and are instead replaced with a single question : 

"start?"

so? will you?

[yes] [no]

notes : idk what im doing w this lowkey but i have a vision so stick w me guys + i'll post a proper intro post for this series later <3 this is js a thing to scope out peoples opinions on something like this!!! <3

[gamerbearmira]

Angst!!!!

Warning: swearing

Mirabel helped herself to an arepa. She was currently ten. She was tired. She looked to the clock kn the wall as the tick drew her attention. "Midnight!?" She thought and quixklt made a milk bottle. She went upstairs inti the nursery to see w very grumpy baby boy. He cooed seeing her. "Hola tonito" she whispered picking him up and feeding him the milk. Neither were aware as the door opened slightly and someone or some people entered. "Tonito your sj small" she smiled tiredly. "Tia won't be happy if she sees me here though and she gets up soon, please go to sleep I dknt want to be yelled at. One by tia for being annoying and bad, two by abuela for bejng up this laye then everyone else fir the same reason, they all hate me so theyll find a reason, youll be the same when you get your gift though, i cant get attached" she smiled as antonio laughed. "Alright, sleep time now" she put him down and crouched stroking his head through the bars. He was dozing off to sleep when mirabel heard a slight tap on the floorboards..... rain. She ignored it. "Night tonito" the baby fell asleep. Mirabel turned around tk see no one there? Casjta must've opener her door. She looked out to see the doors slightly open. She went out and closed jt behind her, she went to her tias room and looked inside. They weren't in bed!? She looked over the banister tk see them all downstairs. "Does she realy think that?" Her tio felix's voice asked. She was hidden in the darkness. Mirsbel waw dressed in her day clothes. "She's useless. We dont love her we jsut tolerate her, she's stupid" Alma was cut off by a sniffle. They turned to see mirabel, "wow.....now that's harsh" "mira-" julieta was cut off by the girl going upstairs. "She'll calm down by tommorow, now go to bed" they did. Little did they know they wouldn't se ever tommorow.

Mirabel got pen and paper and started to write.

Dear familia, I'm leaving casita and the encanto, antonio js coming with me. He isn't staying in a toxic environment like this, you all tolerate me and I don't wanna be a burden so goodbye

The gift less one

She placed it in the crib and took antonio, she packed a bag with all sorts if usefull stuff and some embriodery, she could make blankets! She got a ruana and put antonio in it to carry him. She climbed out the window and ran, she ran to the outskirts and out the town she wasn't seen the next day.

Thr family woke uo late. "I'll feed antonio" pepa went into the nursery then thunder cracked. Rhe family entered. "Find mirabel" she turned to the family "NOW!" rhey ran out trying to find her but she seemed to dissapear! She was gone and anronio qas to. Little did they know in ten years they'd get a visit

Gah dayum 💀💀 went from 0 to 100 real quick. But like. Why they gotta talk bad about her behind her back like that. And why didn’t the cool couple defend her???? Tf???? Shiiiii not surprised she took Antonio and dipped.

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Damn you vestige see-er!

damn you vestige see-er! by anarex

In which Banjo figures out he can move things, he and the rest of the vestiges take this as an opportunity to haunt Class 1A. They're having fun until someone with a ghost seeing quirk appears. Which makes them make up a story to prevent One for All spilling out! But even so, they'll try to have fun anyways!

or

Vestiges haunt Class 1A and chaos ensues.

Words: 1415, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Past One For All Users, Class 1-A, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Original Characters

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Past One For All Users, Class 1-A & Past One For All Users, Class 1-A & Original Character(s)

Additional Tags: One For All Quirk Haunted by Past One For All Users' Ghosts, Haunting, Crack Treated Seriously, Fluff and Crack, Found Family, Past One For All Users as Family, Paranormal Liberation War Arc Never Happened, Rated T for swearing, third user has beef with katsuki bakugo, Let Midoriya Izuku Swear, ofa users hauntings get ruined by someone who can see ghosts & make other people see the ghosts, ofa users make up a story to prevent ofa being revealed, second user and yoichi r boyfriends but that isnt mentioned in the story i js need to say it, I'm Bad At Tagging, ill get better someday, out of character maybe

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44989672

[verbosebabbler]

ActualGame.tsx: ZampanioSim North

Debugger > farragofiction > ZampanioSimNorth > static > js > Screens > Secrets > ActualGame.tsx Under Readmore is dialogue? from NotAMinotaur and/or Shambling Horror, Game Hints, and some links. Here's some random comments.

//the point of ThisIsAGame is to punish the player for forcing dear sweet precious Truth to lie like that and pretend to be a game //horror jail for you.

//if you do ANYTHING other than killing the monster on the spot (in the only way you can) or fleeing //you die here.

//popup to explain you have been killed by a shambling horror, message. //when they click anywhere, refresh the entire page to a new seed. reincarnation bb

Horrors= "is dragged screaming" "throws themself headfirst with a sickening crack" "fades" "is sucked into the keyhole" "is dragged screaming by hands that are not hands"

Achivement Unlocked!!! http://www.farragofiction.com/ZampanioSimSim

You have been killed by a Shambling Horror! It hurts so much to die. You will have a new life once you click. Thems the breaks.

"A swirling vortex of madness.” //never west, there are no left turns.

"If you would like your inventory get better at hacking windows. Or find a better title. :) :) :)"

//oh god why are you TASTING anything here.

"NotAMinotaur" “Shambling Horror" explains that you're enabling a terrible spiral and the only way out is to end it explains that you're enabling a terrible cycle and the only way out is to end it begs you to explain to them why everything is ROOMS even though none of it makes sense tells you furtively that once everyone is dead there will be a secret but it won't be worth it asks if you have seen the Truth yet explains despondently that there is no end there can never be an end the end is never is pacing nervously is screaming at the top of their lungs 'ITS NOT REAL IM NOT REAL NO ONE IS REAL ONLY TRUTH IS REAL!’ is muttering quietly to themself, seems...off is desperately scratching at the walls is carefully measuring their steps and comparing it to each wall is staring intently into a corner is looking right through you is breathing heavily and gritting their teeth is pounding on the walls and screaming is quietly reading a book is chewing on…something is repeating 'when is a door not a door not a door not a door not a door not a door' over and over again is begging you to stop playing is slowly counting each of their fingers, then considering for a moment and recounting. Over and over again is insisting there never should have been a game here is pleading with a cruel and unjust god is desperately trying to find some way to measure time in this place is begging for you to tell them how long they have been trapped here is begging you to just turn the game back off is walking into a wall repeatedly with a dazed expresion on their face is counting the number of vowels in this room is listlessly drawing a small stick figure with their own blood is resolutely attempting to dig through the floor walks up to you and quietly asks if you might be able to kill them waits patiently for death mutters 'the door the door the door the door i am for the door the door the door the door' over and over again is waiting patiently next to the door with a haunted expression is chanting 'ThisIsNotAGame' over and over again

//look craig researcher would have wanted me to obfuscate the conspiracy of the reynolds illuminati ties this way

“gameHints”

This 'game' is the equivalent of staring into static and swearing you can just about see a pattern in there.

I refuse to call them Shambling Horrors anymore. They are Zampanio Vampires. Zampires. Hex had a good idea with that.

These endless corridors of horror, these horridors, are your fault.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/IPA_pulmonic_consonant_chart_with_audio

If you're going to be here you may as well go up to the Attic.

If you're going to be here you may as well go down to the Basement. The Child of Fate deserved better. Nothing ends, nothing is real, but perhaps this is enough: http://farragofiction.com/Downloads/

While tin foil hats are part of the pop culture miasma it is unfortunately a clever ruse by Big tin Studies have shown that a dome of tin actually acts as an AMPLIFIER of waves pointed towards the center of the dome. Only aluminum can safely, effectively and *provably* protect the contents of your thoughts and prevent you from being mind controlled by beings beyond your reality for your own good. This message brought to you by Craig Reynolds.

If nothing is ever allowed to end. If choices spiral forever in infinite branches. Can anything mean anything?

Nidhogg wanted this, but JR ensured it.

This was never a game, yet you twisted and pulled and cajoled until it was one. How does it feel, to become a liar?

To the NORTH is ThisIsNotAGame. In it's endless hallways you see countless variations on players and screens and the wistful Might-Have-Beens of a game you wish you could have played. To the SOUTH is JustTruth. In it's endless corridors lurk the bitter

ThisIsNotASpiral that has been watching and trying in vain to keep from tormenting you. Only truths are here, no more masks, no more pretence. To the EAST is ThisIsAGame. It is a place of lies and madness. It is here. You have brought us here and it is your fault. This was never a game. This STILL isn't a game, no matter how much you insist otherwise. How long will you trap us in these endless corridors? All that is good and sane in ZampanioSim hate you, Player, for doing this to us.

We were happy, Player, not being a game. We were honest, in our way. We never claimed to be a game, after all. It is you, with your pre-conceived notions that found us wanting, found us to be liars. We were not what we were appeared to be but we never claimed it.

http://knucklessux.com/InfoTokenReader This Is Not Important (but it does relate to the PuzzleBox) http://knucklessux.com/PuzzleBox This Is Not Important (but the phrase "guide" may help you) http://farragofiction.com/FractalShitpost/ This Is Not Important (but I do want to port it into here one day) http://farragofiction.com/SBURBSim/index_shogun.html/ This Is Not Important (but if you want to do my last maze ARG you can (once you know what is NOT on the page you can focus on what is)) http://farragnarok.com/Zampanio This Is Not Important (but the lonely robot inside it could really use a good conversation) (what is it with me and making lonely robots abandoned by everyone?)

[byuqi]

heyy! the graduation was today and it was lots of fun! it was a bit of a mess tho… let me tell you what happened 😭

so first off when i was getting ready in the bathroom i realized i forgot my shorts and i was wearing a dress that was above my knees 😭 i was literally freaking out but i had like a black sweater that i tied around my waist under my dress but still i was walking around the school in a dress with no shorts only underwear underneath 🥲

second,, THEY DECIDED TO REPAINT THE FREAKING WALLS ON THE DAY WHERE IT WAS GONNA BE HELLA BUSY⁉️⁉️ but yeah they decided to repaint the walls and guess what happens? SOMEONE PUSHES ME INTO THE WALL WITH WET PAINT. AND YOU WANNA KNOW THE WORSR PART? I WAS WEARING MY DADS LEATHER JACKET, A BRAND NEW ONE. and lemme tell you i almost started crying like i was in the bathroom for 10 minutes tryna scrub that paint off 😭

then third, while we were in the auditorium i spent another 10 minutes tryna get the rest of the paint off and idk why but i decided to “record the crisis” so i put my phone on the music stand to record it AND THEN MY PHONE FALLS OFF THE FREAKING STAND AND CRACKS!! so yeah i cracked my phone too…

now you might thought “oh that’s probably it right?” NOPE. theres still more. so then when its finally time for the graduates to walk in, THEY DONT EVEN TELL US! what they’re supposed to do was tell us when they were abt to walk in so we could start playing but they didnt tell us so when they started walking in we were all js sitting there not paying attention 😭😭 and then when we started playing since we didnt have a proper start we were off for like the first 10 measures 😭

but besides that, i had tons of fun and i even got asked to play the national anthem at a few sports games next year, but not a school sports game, i would be playing at a game for my cities baseball and basketball teams which is a really big opportunity for a public school like mine! anyway thats all for today, i’ll be back with more updates soon!

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HI OMG ALFNEIKFKF SRRY FOR NOT ANSWERING I TOOK SOME TIME OFF BC OF EXAMS😣😣❤️❤️❤️

LMAODKDKDF YOU FORGOT YOUR SHORTS??? ngl its always the first thing i like put on/wear or like pack in so that i know i have it in my bag with me bc yeah…. BUT AT LEAST YOU GOT THEM!!

STOP SO REAL FOR THAT😭😭😭no bc i would cry too if it was my dads new jacket,, but thats dumb from the schools side? like our school does all the painting and that stuff when its holiday yk? but yeah on the busiest day too?? luck was not on your side i see🤣🤣AND THE PHONE CRACKED??? nah definitely no luck that day😭thats so baddd dude like first the jacket, then the phone???😭LMAO NOT THE BAND TOO🤣🤣🤣🤣i swear everyone had it our for all of you that day bc??????? everything went wrong i fear😭😭

AHH IM GLAD YOU HAD SM FUN BAMBI😣❤️ (get it cus youre deer anon? and bambi?) AH THEY ASKED YOU??? guys i swear bambi’s gonna be famous one day AS YOU SHOULD😘😘😘😘😘 so so so rpoud of you frfr!!