#this tag kept me thinking for hours

[anotherspookyarchivist]

ok, originally I wanted to leave it at that, but.... TW: death, implied suicide & kind of suicidal ideation.

Stanley remembered dying. It had hurt about as much as he’d expected, though, there had also been this sense of finality cursing through him. He’d take his brother’s book and take it to the grave.

“The first worthwhile thing in his life…”

So, needless to say the fact that Stanley was waking up was quite alarming. He tried to move his body, but it all felt floaty. It was hard to grasp.

He tried to open his eyes, but even as he tried the world remained dark. He tried to shout, and no sound could be heard.

Stanley started to panic. What was going on? He could… he could hear? Sounds from nearby? But it all seemed wrong. There was a wrongness to the way this information was processed.

“Stanley? STANLEY!” was this a shout of triumph?

But there wasn’t much Stanley could do, he was left feeling like he was everywhere and nowhere at once. He couldn’t even see or feel anything.

“Please, there’s no need to be agitated. It’s all going perfectly well.”

Wait… was that Ford’s voice? He tried again to say something, but still – nothing happened.

“I don’t understand what you were thinking, Lee.” was what he could… infer from whatever was happening around him. “Crashing your car like this! You could have died.”

...Well… he should have died. He had… he had died, hadn’t he?

“But as if I’d let you leave like that”. Was that a laugh? What was going on with his brother. “I managed to capture what was left of you and you’re now safe.”

Safe?

“I don’t know how long it’ll take to actually get you into a body. But for now, you’ll simply remain in this container, I know you can hear me, so you won’t be too lonely in here.”

Ok, so his brother was a crazy scientist, and magician that was playing with the souls of the deceased. Stanley would actually like to leave.

He was still left in this void, he couldn’t feel, couldn’t taste, and yet he could hear his brother’s inquisitive humming.

“Trust me, Stanley. You’ll be fine.”

The void had no way to actually count the hours, but Stanley knew that he’s been left here for too long. There was nothing other than thinking left to him. He wondered where Ford went. How many days had past. Why Ford would only sparingly talk to him.

He remembered a day where Ford had talked at him; had brought up all of Stanley’s dirty laundry without giving him a chance to explain himself. Ford mentioned the cartel, the drugs, the consequences that homelessness must have had on Stanley.

And all throughout… one thing started to change. Ford stopped talking about Stan’s future vessel. There was no talk about the body, about how his brother was trying to ensure that the transfer of… whatever Stanley now was… would go smoothly.

And the more time passed, the more the thing that was the remains of Stanley grew agitated. And the more agitated he grew, the more Stanford would start to berate Stanley.

Stanley should be grateful that Ford was doing his best. Stanley should have known that crashing the car would not work. Stanley should have known that Ford just cared so much about him. Clearly, there should have been a better solution.

He didn’t know how much time had past. He was both restless and also resigned, because the void didn’t give him anything. It was hard to remember having had a body. To remember what taste and touch had felt like. He only had his brother’s company.

The thing in the void was growing tired, as it waited for Ford to arrive and interrupt the nothingness of existence. Ford was the only thing that he had left. Ford would help him.

Which was why Ford’s next words had been worse than anything that he’d said before.

“You know, I had been so frustrated months ago, when I realised that I necromancy was more complicated than I had initially assumed. However, having seen so much of your past – I have to say, maybe this was simply luck in disguise. Because like this… like this you’re safe. Like this nothing could ever hurt you. And you’ll always have me by your side. Maybe I could consider creating something that’ll let you talk, but with all the other work at the Institute piling up… we’ll just have to see.”

The thing in the void couldn’t really react. There was nothing it, or he, could do. Whatever Ford wanted would happen - and Ford wanted to keep it/him safe at all cost.

Stanley remembered dying in a car crash. He wasn’t sure if it had hurt, he hoped it did. He hoped he could feel it again. Stanley Pines died months ago in a car crash. Stanford Pines claims to have revived shortly after. However, the thing left in a place of nothingness, bereft of any sort of stimulation with the exception of one voice, does not consider this a worthy life. It yearns for freedom and something other than his brother, but at least the emotional pain could remind him that he had once been more than nothing. He once thought death would be final. Surrounded by the void, and kept somewhere safe; Now, he mourns his naivete.

Oh the urge to write a dark-ish psychological horror set in "A Better World" from Stan's POV is so strong.

[puddii-ng]

swan lake x valkyrie

[l3v5ha]

#SEVERANCE: boy it's not that complicated 🙄

[sirenspells]

In Stars and Time AMV - Break Stuff

(Inspired by break stuff hoodwinked amv by @/girl-debord)

Song: Break Stuff - Limp Bizkit

In Stars and Time gameplay footage from Carrot Helper, START AGAIN: A Prologue gameplay footage from Shienh

[crystallizsch]

A Reunion

yuusha tala x jamil viper (oc x canon) word count: 800+ words cw: n/a??? i guess??? pure fluff jumpscare. notes: takes place post-nrc, several years after graduation, both of them haven't kept in touch in all those years, inspired by this lmao.

Jamil Viper.

That was him alright. Right there. Standing straight and proud with an air of confidence. At least that's what it appeared to be. He always knew how to fool people.

But Yuusha had learned how to see through his disguise.

She had to admit, he'd changed — at least on the surface, mostly. But she still recognized him to be the same as ever. Jamil still kept his hair long — styled in intricate braids and decorated with golden accessories.

Oh, how she wanted to run her hands along those silky tresses again, hearing the soft bells ring that were tied in his hair.

And then he turned.

Shit.

The eye contact.

And Yuusha was entranced all over again, falling into the soft darkness of his eyes.

She was quite sure no magic was at play. Not this time.

The girl felt her breath hitch in her throat, her feet heavy and frozen in place, and her arms stuck to her sides. She couldn't move.

But she wanted to run. Run.

That's what she was good at anyway. It seemed like she also hadn't changed.

Would she run towards him or in the opposite direction of where he was?

Admittedly, the latter felt more tempting.

It didn't help that he decided to make the first move. Jamil walked with a strut in his step. He'd look so sure of himself if it weren't for the expression on his face betraying it.

Again, Yuusha could see past his disguise.

Run away. Just run. He doesn't deserve you.

Jamil stopped in front of her as if he was just meeting someone casually. Although looking at him, his face was plastered with so many emotions—guilt, sadness… relief?

He was the first to speak.

"Yuu, I—"

As if compelled by a powerful force, Yuusha pushed herself into his arms the moment his voice reached her ears. She let out a shaky breath as if she had been holding it in this entire time.

Jamil stood there momentarily stunned. He had expected a slap, a punch, some kind of verbal abuse, or simply just a pained look on her face that would guilt him to hell and back.

He didn't expect…

This.

Yuusha didn't expect to fold this way either. All her feelings of anger, bitterness, and resignation throughout the years dissipated as soon as she buried her face in his shoulder.

She missed him. She missed him so much.

There was a heaviness in her heart that was lifted. A heaviness she didn't even realize she had been carrying.

Jamil's arms awkwardly floated around her sides, not knowing what to do with them. When she embraced him tighter, he finally felt his disposition crumble against his will.

His arms snaked around Yuusha like a whiplash, burying his face in the crook of her neck as he squeezed his eyes shut. He'd gotten taller since then. It was funny seeing their height difference now, although Yuusha was still fairly taller than the average girl.

Jamil thought this to himself as if to try to distract himself from tears forming in his eyes.

He hated to admit it, but he missed this just as much. He missed her embrace. He missed her presence.

But Jamil had no room to talk because he had caused this anyway. He was the one who had denied himself these feelings.

They didn't know how much time had passed until they decided to finally, regrettably, pull apart. Both of their faces were visibly flushed.

Yuusha sniffled with a teasing smile on her face. "It's been a while, vice housewarden."

"You can't call me that anymore… prefect," Jamil quipped back.

Yuusha let out a genuine laugh.

He missed that too — their banter. The sound of her voice, her laugh, the way her eyes flickered with mischief, and how her lips quirked up with childlike joy.

It was as if all those years without each other were nothing but a blink in the grand scheme of things.

Jamil didn't want to lose this again. Not anymore. He'd make sure of it this time.

[immortalsins]

:/

[elfy-art]

i want the parts of your hand-grenade heart that beat slowly with anger and fear

[sysig]

Coming in to play! (Patreon)

[tw1nkee28]

I MADE ART FOR ATE ALIBI <3 + mini comic of my social anxiety 👍 (@questionablealibi )

aoughh, I panic when I talk to cool ppl... (Usually end up panicking and staying silent lmao) BUT I sorta like how both this and the art work came out. (Also forgive me if I got the back hair wrong ;-;)

Mahal kita ate Alibi <3 /p

+ Ate Birdy (birdify) on their shoulder lmao

I love your Sona so much, it looks so cool and AGHH- Even though I'm not the best at drawing it and I struggled immensely, it's gorgeous. <3

[sociallyawkwardseal]

Prompt: Fictober Day 1: "That was good work."

Fandom: Lumine

Summary: Camille and Kody have a brief conversation.

Content Warnings: N/A

Words: 1,249

Camille watched a series of bottles shift between Kody’s hands; once the green liquid from one vial had been drained into another, thicker, clear substance, Kody would reach for another, his expression not changing past the subtle twice of his nose as the scents mingled. The green itself spread and fell slowly, as if he had just dropped liquid food dye into watery corn syrup.

“Don’t hesitate,” Camille reminded him, her palm pressed to her cheek. “If you do, it’s going to end up tasting acidic.”

Kody huffed in response, his hands lingering over another tube held in a small wooden rack. “Don’t distract me.”

“You’re stalling.”

“Because you’re distracting me.”

A quiet hum of acknowledgment mingled with amusement caught behind Camille’s now-closed lips as she watched him continue, now more focused than before as he slowly poured half of the liquid in with the mixture.

“What, you’re not gonna get onto me for using too much or too little?” As he spoke, Kody’s bitter gaze flickered up long enough to glance at the other. He slowly reached out for the stirring stick, eyes stuck on Camille as he pulled it closer. “Or you’re not gonna tell me to be careful about how I stir it?”

“Nope, not yet. I’m just waiting and watching now.” Camille smiled a bit, watching as he stirred slowly, almost meticulously. His focus had seemed to double after he grew quiet. “What happened to me not distracting you?”

“If I’m just complaining about you, then I’m not getting distracted. But if you’re interrupting me, then I’m gonna lose focus. How long does this even need to be stirred?”

“Didn’t you read the note I left you?”

“I can’t read Terranian yet, and you left it in Terranian.”

Camille could feel her smile break as he reminded her—though, the only actual change on her expression was a subtle twitch of her lips. Her brain went blank, the only word crossing her mind for a moment being ‘shit’ as she stared at the boy now working silently across from her.

That’s right, you and Sera couldn’t talk at all when you first met her.

“How did you follow the instructions up until now?”

“Eyeballed it. I made something similar before, so, it’s not like it’s a big deal. Plus, it’s not like I even asked you to actually write instructions down for me—I just asked if you had the ingredients.”

“Given how Lumine has talked about how you make your potions… That’s not really reassuring.”

“I knew what I was doing then, too.”

“Did you?”

Kody grew quiet, pulling the stick out as he transferred the syrup-consistency potion into another glass bottle and seal it.

“I didn’t know how it was actually going to react with him, but I knew it wouldn’t kill him. I knew what I put in it, and that nothing in it would mix badly together to be that bad.”

“M-hm. At least there’s that, I guess.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

Feels like there should be a ‘usually’ there, Camille said silently, watching Kody put the vial aside and seal the remaining ingredients. You’ve got a long way to go, but. That doesn’t mean you haven’t studied hard already.

“I’ll clean everything up, too. So. Don’t worry about me making things more of a mess than they already are.”

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll get it before I go out today.” Camille waved her hand, watching as Kody pushed himself up. He gathered the emptied and now-dirtied dishes and tools and took them towards the small kitchen. “If you’re going to try and clean up anyway, just drop them off in the sink that’s not by the fridge. It’s the one that’s for anything that isn’t a fruit or vegetable. Potions, meat, whatever.”

“Alright.” Kody did as she instructed, now without any complaint or push-back, and then sat back down across from her. He picked the potion’s bottle back up and held it up to the light, his eyes flickering back and forth through the liquid that almost matched his eye color as he inspected it. “Is it really safe to wash potion bottles next to where you prep meat, though?”

“I mean, nothing I work with in here is toxic. And if it is, then the bottle just gets disposed of.” Camille shrugged, watching him closely. He seemed, at the very least, pleased with the mixture’s consistency and color. “So, what made you want to make something for pain? Everything okay?”

“You’ve been complaining about headaches a lot lately, and clearly, you’re not going to do anything about it yourself.”

Camille felt her smile shatter once again, her lips now fully turning into a frown. “You really noticed that, huh?”

“Lumine did, too. He actually overheard you mention it first.”

“Sera?”

“You actually don’t say anything about it around her, I don’t know if you’re just like. Worried about worrying her or something, but. You don’t even really say it to us, you just kind of say it to yourself and keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.”

Camille dragged her hand down her face as she leaned harder into the back of her chair. “Aghhh. I didn’t even notice.”

“Yeah, well. It’s getting on my nerves, so try this. It’s cool enough now.” He held the bottle out to her, their green eyes meeting as her attention redirected back towards him.

Getting on your nerves? Is that just your way of saying you worry, in this case? Camille hid her smile, eyes meeting his for a brief moment.

She took the bottle from his hands, much smaller than her own, the glass still subtly warm—partially from the mixture, partially from his own hands. “So, you actually sat down and made this for me?”

“Hopefully it’s not too acidic from you distracting me.”

Judging by his half-smirk, it was less of a concern, and more of a facetious comment. Something to poke and prod at her.

She couldn’t help but smile a bit more, seeing how confident he was. How sure he was that, even though she distracted him so much by talking to him, it would still be alright. Even if he silently struggled with it on most days, she always tried to take the moments that he was so sure of himself in good spirits.

“Ha. Even if it was, I’ve definitely had worse than something that’s a little bit acidic. I’ve probably had coffee worse than it, honestly.” She opened it, sniffed, and hen downed it as quickly as possible. If it was actually acidic, she would—hopefully—not even notice. If anything, it would likely feel no worse than mild heartburn—and at worse, severe heartburn.

“Well, was it?”

She waited for a moment, expecting an aftertaste of… Something. Bitterness. Something akin to bile. An incorrect texture from overmixing, adding one ingredient too soon, overheating it, letting it get too cool during the cooking process rather than letting it cool after, something.

But it was no different from what she would have made herself for a patient. Slightly sweet, a bit sticky—it would definitely feel better if she had chased it down with warm water or something else. But it was, actually, up to her standards.

“Not at all, actually.” She said, twisting the neck of the bottle in her fingers. “That was good work, Kody.”

“Yeah? Told you I knew what I was doing. Hope it helps, it’ll probably take a little bit, but.”

[boydyker]

literally sick of the passage of time like what is she on abt

[javierduffy]

is there anyone else out there who has so much respect for people who make insane, out-there aus/ships that are so far from canon that all of the content for it is supplied by their own mind and if yes do yall see ME as one of those people

[mistycookie]

Got bored, made this based on my mood/things I like?,,

Not a wip, just unfinished. Will not be finished.

Tbh idk, I just got bored, made a sketch and said it looked fine lol

[moonske]

slowly making my way through more moobies this year...

[sapsolais]

sometimes you have a shitty day but there are things that make it easier to keep going like:

- being silly with basically strangers

- hugs when you really need them

- quiet 3 am phone calls with people you really love

[walkwithmegirl]

Friendships are so complicated why do I feel so unloved by my friends sometimes