#trunkload

[trunkload]

TRUNKLOAD

A psychological horror visual novel ❝ You're driving. Alone, or so you wish. ❞

There's something -someone- in the trunk. Your hands are steady on the wheel, but your mind is blank. You don't know where you're going—only that you can’t stop.

And then, two hitchhikers appear by the side of the road. Now they’re in your car. In your life. In your head.

One won’t shut up. The other barely talks. They're not normal. But neither are you.

The longer the night stretches, the more cracks appear. In them, you’ll glimpse the truth. When morning comes, you’ll remember who you are.

Maybe you shouldn’t have stopped. But you did. --------------------------------------------------------------- 🎮 Features:

🧠 Psychological horror : unravel your own identity and morality through layered choices 🚗 Road trip through the unknown : a single night, a long drive, no map 🕹️ Choices matter : multiple hidden stats influence your perception, dialogues, and endings 🌈 80s atmosphere : neon lights, tape hiss, and heavy smoke 🔀 Multiple endings : no clean escape, only consequences 🧩 Dynamic narrative : who you are depends on what you do ---------------------------------------------------------------

⚠️ Content Warnings:

Violence (80s) Discrimination Manipulation / Mind break Paranoia / Hallucination Death / Murder Implied abuse Non-Con ---------------------------------------------------------------

Work in progress, more to come. Player discretion advised. Reblog appreciated.

[vindicta-reliquiae]

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[no2ticonderoga]

Some Sunny Day, Part V

Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV

Percy let himself into the apartment. “Hello? Anyone home?” 

“Percy!” came a shriek, and his sister, Estelle barrelled into him. “You’re home!” she cried. “You’re home!” She held onto him tightly. 

He awkwardly unshouldered his duffel bag in the hallway while Estelle clung to him. “Hey, Squirt,” he said. “Good to see you too.”

“Mamma is going to be so happy! She wasn’t expecting you for another day.”

“We made good time on the crossing,” Percy explained. “Is she here?”

“No, she’s gone out for groceries.”

“How come you’re here,” Percy asked. “Don’t you have school?”

“No, silly, we finished last week for the summer,” she explained. 

“Where’s Dad then?” Percy asked.

“He had to go out. Something about the bank, and the post office, I wasn’t listening,” Estelle admitted. “I’m so glad I didn’t go with him, I would have missed you! He wanted me to go, tried to bribe me with a stop at the candy store, but I didn’t want to do all that walking.” She let him go enough to finish getting all the way into the apartment. Percy set his suitcase down, and hung his hat up on the rack. He set the duffel bag down on the kitchen table. “Did you bring me anything?”

“What makes you think I brought you anything?” Percy asked, trying to keep a straight face.

“Per-cy!” Estelle complained.

Percy grinned and sat down at the table. When he’d come from Europe finally, he’d practically had a trunkload of gifts to hand out, souvenirs from his almost five years overseas. He didn’t have as much this time, but this time he’d had to spend a fair amount of his pay on room and board, since he wasn’t travelling on the Navy’s dime anymore. But there were a few things. “How about we wait for mom and dad to get home?” Percy suggested. “Then I can hand them all out at once.”

Estelle sighed. “Okay,” she said. She crawled into his lap, put her head on his shoulder. She was almost too big for this, but Percy didn’t care, and apparently neither did she. “I missed you,” she said. 

“Missed you, too,” Percy said, hugging her tightly. “You take good care of mom and dad while I was gone?”

“Yeah,” she said. “They’re fine.”

“How was school?” Percy asked.

“It was good!” Estelle says, and then proceeds to burble on for a few moments about her school and her classmates. Percy smiled, not following, but so, so glad to be home.  “But school is boring,” she says finally. “Tell me about France! Mama said you might meet a nice French girl and not come home.”

Percy laughed. “No chance of that, Squirt. I met a few French girls, but nobody I would stay for.”

“Because you have to find Annabeth,” Estelle nodded into his shoulder. 

“Yeah, I do,” Percy agreed.

It was funny how Estelle was the only member of his family outside of himself who really, truly believed in his quest. They were very close, even though she’d only been four when he’d left for training, and only five when he’d come home briefly before going overseas. But they’d always had a special kind of bond, and when Percy had written to her about meeting Annabeth and all the plans he had for finding her, she’d been enthusiastically on board from the beginning. Percy really felt like it was something special they shared, like believing in the tooth fairy, or Santa Claus. Only hopefully not as hopeless.

“How are you going to find her?” Estelle asked. 

“I’ll have try some magic, and a bit of luck,” Percy said.

“Are you going to hire a private detective, like in the movies?” Estelle asked excitedly. “Like Sam Spade or Phillp Marlowe?” 

“Maybe,” Percy said. “We’ll see. Private eyes are expensive, and money doesn’t grow on trees. I need to find another job.”

“What do you want to do?” she asked. “Will you stay now?”

“I don’t know, Squirt,” Percy sighed. “Probably? But I gotta figure out what I want to do for work.”

“Mama said you could probably get a job on an ocean liner, or a big cargo ship, since you were in the Navy.” 

“Maybe. We’ll see. I don’t know if I want to spend that much time away from home anymore,” he said. 

“I would like it if you stayed here,” Estelle told him. “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, Squirt,” Percy hugged her tighter. 

The door lock rattled, and then opened. “Estelle, I’m home!” 

“Mama! Mama! Percy’s home!” Estelle launched herself off Percy’s lap to meet their mother.

“Percy! Oh Percy!” his mother came rushing in. She set her groceries down as he rose from his chair, and they embraced. “I wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.”

“Got in early,” Percy said. “I’m glad to be home, though. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” she said, kissing his face. “My baby boy,” she said, her eyes a little mostly.

“Aw, Ma, I wasn’t gone that long.”

“No, but you were out there taking stupid risks,” she said, releasing him. 

“Can I help with the groceries?” Percy offered. 

“Of course you can, dear,” his mother smiled. “Thank you.” 

As they put away the groceries, and first Estelle, and then his mom, and Paul, when he returned from his errands all grilled him about his trip, and the work he did. Percy talked about the place that he had stayed, and the visits he had taken on his off days, to see the remains of the Normandy beaches, where he’d been in ‘44, and to Paris, which he had never seen. He’d asked what they’d been doing since he’d been gone, Estelle’s school year, and Christmas, which he had been away for. They went out to dinner, and come home, and Estelle had finally been sent off to bed. Percy was reluctant to return to his own empty apartment, though he knew he would have to go soon, or he would fall asleep on the couch. 

“So what are your plans now?” his mom asked finally. They sat in the living room. Percy sat on the couch next to his mom, Paul in the armchair next to the radio. It was on, playing soft music.  

“Start looking again,” he said.

“Oh, Percy,” his mother said gently. “Really?” she put a hand on his shoulder

“I’m going to ask my dad for help,” he told her. “I didn’t do it last time, but I don’t see any other way. I have to know.” He knew they wouldn’t like the idea. 

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Paul frowned. 

“I’ll trade favors with him,” Percy said. “I’m sure we can find something not…objectionable.” His mother gave a grimace.  

“Do you think he’s still…involved?” Paul asked. “Maybe he’s retired. Didn’t you say he took Triton’s death hard?”

“He did,” Percy allowed. “But I’m sure he still knows people…I doubt he’s cut all his ties.” 

“Percy, what happens if you find this girl, and she’s married with three kids?” his mother asked. “Are you ready for that kind of heartbreak? Why not let it go, and be a wonderful memory?” 

Percy shook his head. “I can’t, Ma. I have to know. And I know, deep down, that she’s still out there. And I’m going to find her.” 

“There is…Rachel,” Paul pointed out. 

Percy shook his head. “No.” 

“But,” Paul started, but his mom gave him a look, and he subsided. 

“Well,” his mother said. “If that’s what you want, Percy. I hope you’re right.” She squeezed his arm.

Percy left soon after that, heading to his own apartment. His mother had kept an eye on it while he was gone, and she’d told him that she’d put a few groceries in that morning, expecting him home the next day anyway. 

It was in a nice building, though it wasn’t the nicest apartment. But it was his, more or less. It was technically his father’s, but he’d given it to him when he’d returned home. Percy didn’t really want to think about why his father might have kept an apartment in the city, but he had changed the mattress and all the bedding. 

It smelled dusty when he let himself in, but he opened the windows turned on the electric fan to circulate the air. He hung up his hat, and threw his duffle bag on a kitchen chair. He took off his shoes, and then stood his own kitchen, looking around. It was home…but not really more home than the small French hotel he’d lived in for the last nine months. And at least there he’d had colleagues, and the breakfast served by the little old French land lady who’d tried desperately to get her American guests to learn some French. Percy had managed to learn to understand, but his pronunciation had been horrific, according to some of the Frenchmen he’d worked with at the harbor, and they’d told him to stick to English. 

It was very empty, and lonely. He hated it. He wished he’d stayed and slept on his mom’s couch. But he’d be in the way there, and he didn’t want to impose on them. And worse, his back would give him issues. It had never been quite the same after he’d been thrown across the deck into a stanchion after a mine had detonated less than a cable’s length away. But he’d been lucky. The man at the winch control for the paravane had been killed outright by the blast. 

Percy clicked on the radio, and sound filled the apartment. He hastily turned the knob down to something more appropriate for background noise, and padded into the bedroom. Neat and tidy, just as he left it, it would be a mess in three days. Or maybe this time he’d work harder at keeping it clean.

Probably not.

He sighed. 

He stripped down to his shorts and crawled into the bed. He wound the alarm clock, set it from his watch, and then set the alarm for morning. If he caught the nine o’clock train, he could be in West Egg before noon. His father would probably be at home. He could call, but Percy thought this was a conversation he’d rather have in person. And besides, he could see his cousin Hazel while he was there, and maybe Frank would be hanging around. 

But that was tomorrow. For tonight, he was alone with his thoughts. He was worried he wouldn’t be able to fall asleep. But he must have been more tired than he thought, and he slipped off into a dreamless sleep. 

[bitchesgetriches]

The Joys of Getting Around Without a Damn Car

So yeah. Me and cars? We don’t get a long.

And I’m not alone. Haunt the halls of lifestyle blogs and personal finance advice long enough and you’ll run into people who have gone to great lengths to go without driving.

Living a carless lifestyle is entirely possible for a lot of us, and the joys and benefits are many. Getting around without a car saves you a trunkload of cash (see what I did there?), it’s better for your health, and it’s better for the environment. It can even save you time, in certain circumstances.

Below I examine the joys and practicalities of carless modes of transportation. It’s by no means a complete list, so I encourage class participation! Tell me all about your car-free mobility in a comment.

Keep reading.

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[writingsofwesteros]

Saera turns 2 <3

Sweet Saera wakes up to her Mama and Daddies, she had slept in Jae's bed that night- she woke up and toddled into Hera and Jae's room, climbing up sleepily into her big brother's bed until morning. "Happy birthday my girl," Nora cooed, as Saera smiles sleepily and yawns. "Mama," She mumbles, yawning again. "Happy birthday Princess," Aemond hummed, as Aegon pressed kisses to her. "Happy birthday babygirl," Aegon made her giggle. Aegon picked her up and took her down for breakfast- Aunty Hel made her favourite chocolate chip waffles. "Happy birthday!" Hel, Daella, Hera, Jae, Baelon and Aenar all said in unison, while Maelor in his high chair babbled. Saera blushed and hid her face in her Daddy's neck. She spent the morning with her siblings, supervised by Bethany while Nora directed the staff to set up for the birthday party. Alicent, Daemon and Rhaenyra came over early of course, young Aegon and Viserys in tow. And of course, with a trunkload of presents all for darling Saera.

All the family came- Otto, Stev and their girls, Gwayne and Sonja, Charlotte was there all with Criston and their sweet boy, and all the wider Targaryens, Jace, Lucerys, Baela, Rhaena, and some of Hera and Jae's friends from school, and all the rest of ever so close Targaryen inner circle.

Nora dressed Saera up, Alicent there of course, combing her darling's hair. Saera has a ball at her birthday party, playing with her siblings, Cherub, Dove, Trystane, and her cousins. When the time for the cake comes, she sits on her Mama's lap while Aunty Daella brings it out and everyone sings Happy Birthday, Saera blushing and giggling, cuddling into her Mama. After she eats her cake, she gets sleepy and as the kids invited start to head home, she falls asleep on Aemond. When she wakes she opens her mountain of presents, happy for her siblings to help, of course.

LOOK AT HOW CUTE SHE IS !

oh she has the best day and we love her having a little nap as well Hehe

Jae takes ages to get up and sleeping following his sisters around, always that protective force.

and now she's surrounded by gifts upon gits

[certifiedwerewolf]

Sometimes a family is two guys with daddy issues and a trunkload of weapons, a drunk hick who loves his boys, a fallen angel, a reluctant prophet turned ghost, a werewolf, a small town sheriff and her orphan ex-vampire ward, a nerdy lesbian hacker, an old car with lego shoved down the heating vent, the king of hell, and his mum

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

*a shriveled claw extends from the barren soil* hello my wretched lovelies, i have once again tunneled my way out of containment! i am returned to you like a long lost lover...like a faithful and persistent fungal infection. you're welcome!

i am delighted to report (in no particular order) that i do NOT have cancer, i have finally gone no contact with my transphobic parents, I am receiving a Good Grade in Therapy (from my nice new therapist), and steady progress has been made on the Big Shiny Mystery Project i will be shoving down your throats circa 2024.

and now let's ease back into our regularly scheduled shitposting with some more super wholesome fun facts!

the collective nouns for clowns include "trunkload"

at one point in history, billiard balls would occasionally explode during a game. tragically this was discontinued and sports have been going downhill ever since.

given the opportunity, butterflies will happily drink spilled blood

which is fine and totally less concerning than the fact some spiders nurse their young

and whilst we're on the subject of dedicated parents: adult wasps can't eat the food they feed their larvae...because their waists are too small to digest solids

last and also least: picture a kangaroo in your head.

(go on, picture it. 3D rotate it in your mind. the kangaroo is a Shrinky Dink, a perfect stationary image melting in the centrifugal microwave of your mind's eye...)

are you picturing the kangaroo?

INCORRECT that is a WALLABY

hello my foul little beasties, i am taking a (hopefully brief) hiatus to deal with some health & personal issues. in the meantime here are some terrible awful no good wholesome fun facts i've been meaning to share:

bone china is called bone china bc yes it contains bones!

i'm not saying that autistic bees exist but autistic bees exist

for 15 years sweden thought russian submarines were invading its waters; it turned out to be herrings farting

cows have regional accents

sometimes massive fields of ice eggs wash up on beaches. literally just ice shaped like eggs. that is a thing that sometimes happens and i derive joy from this peculiar world

[eclectictundragirl]

i am feeling this way right now

will anyone ever love my body? can he love my body or is he just polite? what do i have if not my body, my scripture? my poems? but that is not enough, god, they dont care about poems!! they only care to crack open the oyster, not so carefully may i add, wrongfully harness her pearl and devour the meat from inside her. how can someone even want that from me when i look the way i do? when unevenness covers me and lumps and rolls, god i praise the people around me for being sculpted by Gods, but a simple "pretty" is all i get. the candle light cannot hide you my darling and neither can the lights turned off. he can still see your sillhouette. what are you thinking? i stare up curiously as he maliciously pounds and prods into me, trying to penetrate my core, what does he think when he looks down at me? at the skin there is too much of and the breasts that fall and lay to the side. how can you tell me i am beautiful when i am like an unmolded lump of clay, no wonder why no one is drawn to her. they dont look at me and know i write poetry, the first thing they see is my body, they don't give me the chance to explain myself, wait, no please! i am more than this, my vessel carries trunkloads of literature and thoughts, godawful opinions and quite interesting takes. i fear that he will see me and will fall out of love, grow disgusted at my body at how it moves disgracefully and carries me downward. i wish i was not like this. i sometimes wish i could be put out of my misery, because what is worth living for if my body is not beautiful.

[snkrfnd]

I am home sick from work and instead of lounging in a cozy nest of blankets, I've decided to update my Goodreads for the 1st time since 2012. They have a scanning feature now! Too bad I took 2 trunkloads of books to the donation bin this past summer. RIP to a complete "finished reading" list.

2012 me was naive. I used my real name! And had everything open to the public including my location!

Anyway, now I'm Snkrfnd on Goodreads.

[you-just-got-feldsparred]

When my husband and I moved from our horrible, disgusting basement apartment to our much nicer rental a few years ago, our landlord tried very hard to keep every penny of our deposit.

Unfortunately for them, they were allergic to NOT fucking up.

We had a well-documented pattern of behavior of them not fixing serious issues (electrical issues, leaks, illegal internal temperatures in the winter, etc). We had several documented cases of them being in the apartment without the LEGALLY REQUIRED notice (in one case we woke up on a Saturday morning to FOUR strangers in our bedroom). I'd even talked to a lawyer about the possibility of a case, and his main concern was just that having a landlord/tenant dispute might make it more difficult to rent in the future.

The most relevant factor was how badly they fucked up as we were moving out. We had about a month of overlap with our lease on the new place, so we'd all but moved out but some of our stuff was still there. We'd go back to get another trunkload and find they'd sawed a hole in the ceiling and just left the plaster on the floor! Or we'd just cleaned out the kitchen and their maintenance guys had left fast food trash on the counter and the window wide open! On NONE of these occasions had we been notified of the intent to send people to the apartment. Which was, once again, illegal. If we'd still been living there, we'd have been dealing with maintenance drop-ins at least once a week.

The last straw was on our last day. We went back to get our last couple of things and clean the floors and when we got there they had guys already in the apartment painting the walls. They'd put our cleaning supplies (including our hand me down expensive vacuum!) in the dumpster! No warning, yet again.

We walked directly to the landlord (a renting agency) and I channeled every bit of willpower I had to stand my ground. Yes, we were here to return the key, but I had some serious issues with the sisyphean task of cleaning an apartment to their exacting standards when maintenance was dropping in and leaving a mess every couple of days. Were they aware of how unacceptable and illegal their behavior had been? I would like to talk to your manager, please. Yes, right now.

She was clearly in a bit of a panic and she ended up telling us then and there that we could expect a check for the entire deposit within the week. I got it in writing. It showed up three days later.

When I was a kid, my dad hated when I hung up anything on my walls. My art, band posters, movie posters, anything. Not with taxks, not with tape (it “ripped the paint off”) not with anything. At one point in 5th or 6th grade he came in my room and found me hanging up a Diary of a Wimpy Kid poster with tacos and he was like “EVERY HOLE YOU PUT IN THE WALL TAKES $10 OFF THE VALUE OF THE HOUSE.” so when I was mad at him, I’d insert tacks into the wall in places he couldn’t easily see just out of spite. Whoever owns the house now is probably wondering about it.

[trunkload]

Sketch #1

the worst roadtrip buddies you could pick up on a night

[silver-dragonborn]

I feel like Aemond would spoil Rhaena with gifts like Daemon spoiled Rhaenyra. During their secret courtship in the Red Keep, Aemond gifted her spools of silk, jewelry made from Valyrian steel, hair pins, dresses, but most of all, books because Rhaena is a total bookworm.

Her family thinks she has a secret admirer and doesn't comment too much about it because it's not uncommon for a daughter of a Prince to be plied with gifts. However, Rhaena just smiles secretly to herself and cradles the books Aemond bought for her close to her chest because she knows who's really spoiling her.

Aemond will also buy out entire vendors selling books to have them sent up to her room. One morning, there was a knock on her door, and Rhaena opened it to a gaggle of maids rolling in giant trunks FULL of historical books.

[bleubcrries]

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾　time skip　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙ *french accent* a few hours latér 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Tonight was exactly the reason Hugo hired exclusively convicts, criminals & fugitives, and paid them well. They would never rat him out, not when they could work under the radar, under the table, for a trunkload of money, just for cleaning up his messes, no matter what they be. But this situation called for his most trustworthy, his most dangerous. Luckily, the incident happened right by the back door-- being near the exit gave Hugo peace of mind-- and they were able to get Silas's body out of the door before anyone saw the blood, and by the time anyone came asking questions, they blamed it on a fighting brawl. It may have been an unrealistic excuse, but it was too dark and they were too drunk to notice. Finally, they had made it home, once Hugo had made sure the club was squared away. His-- their-- home was the polar opposite of the club. It was away from the hustle and bustle of downtown New Orleans, in a gorgeous, big white house, with a big front porch, surrounded by trees flanked by a giant flower & vegetable garden. Feeling the years-old injury in his right knee flare up from the stress of the night, Hugo tried to hide the slight limp in his step as he wrapped an arm around Temperance's shoulders, shielding her from the cold breeze, though he knew that it couldn't possibly bother her. "I think I could do with a positively giant glass of rum," he mutters tiredly, hurrying ahead of her to the door to open it for her, feeling relief settle over him like a warm blanket once he stepped through the door himself. "What can I do for you, hm? I could run you a bath? Get you that silk robe you like?" Hugo held her shoulders gently, his eyes full of worry and sympathy. He didn't know how she felt when she took a life in such a way, not really. It couldn't have been enjoyable. But there was a part of him, too mortal & too troubled for his own good, that made him want to comfort her, as if it would comfort him in turn.

She ignored his words and instead did an inventory of his being. She could not smell his blood so she was sure he hadn't been injured. His panic was still evident though and her concern shifted to his heart. She was reminded every moment of how fragile he was. Maybe they needed to have the discussion. While he was not in mortal peril, she would not act without his permission. But all it would take is for her to drain him, bite her wrist, and nurse him through the change. It would be easy. Then she would never have to be alone again.

Temperance blinked at his laughter. It was a normal reaction but still not one she was expecting. She never opened up enough to people to even be considered funny and it always caught her off guard. It showed he was actually ok though. Temperance wanted to kiss him again, to calm him and care for him. She would never with gore covering her. The idea of leaving him so quickly after he was almost murdered caused a growl to rise from her throat. She knew he trusted his people but would they really sacrifice themselves for him? Would they do what was necessary?

Still, she knew he needed to feel in charge. That control was important even if he was just so delicate. "If you take longer than five minutes, I'll come back inside." Temperance said after a long moment of internal debate. She tugged the coat tighter around her even though the cold did not affect her. It was not the best look to be seen completely covered in blood even when so few people actually cared. She looked back at him from the doorway then exited, using his handkerchief to blot at her eyes as though she was crying. Just in case someone was looking.

[alexanderalbons]

that thing where seb grabs onto lewis' shoulders and tries to shake him up but forgets the fact that he's 5'9 and lewis is a trained fighter so the only thing he accomplishes is getting a fond little laugh out of lewis

[fuckyeahtonyandziva]

it’s one am

i have a flat tire

and work at 8:30

and i’m tired

but i’m in bed with my new weighted blanket and i’ve decided to ignore my problems till approx 7:30 tomorrow am

because someone told me waiting till the last minute always turns out ok