#but it looks soo much more purple now well the background does.

[thereareeyesinsidethetrees]

the second, cooler gravity falls post

anyway, this one requires a bit of context. did you know that this creature has synesthesia? well, now you do! specifically, the kind that makes you associate different things with colors (and patterns and...its a bit hard to explain. its mostly about the colors)

without further ado, lets talk about what synesthesia-assigned colors the gravity falls casts' names are (of course everyone sees them differently, this is just how i see them)

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Gravity Falls and Pines are both green! More specifically, Gravity Falls is a slightly desaturated green and Pines is a deeper, darker shade. They also both have a bit of somewhat dull orange thrown in

Stanford/Ford/Sixer - as a whole: bright electric blue, dark melancholy blue, bloody red, silver. Stanford is slightly reddish-brown + labcoat beige, Ford is a pale sienna with a tiny bit of ash thrown in, Sixer is dark coral + dusty rose

Stanley/Stan/Lee - as a whole: burgundy, bloody red, and ash. Stanley and Stan are both shades of red, though Stan is lighter and more vibrant. Lee is a sort of pale, desaturated yellowish green (it looks nicer than youd imagine it would)

Fiddleford - this guy is green as hell. it gets more yellowed and dusty as time goes on, until hes eventually more dusty yellow than light green

Mabel - bright pink and a sort of warm, pale yellow. the shade associated with stars and dreams (realizing now that that might not make any sense)

Dipper - torrential downpour blue. color of mist at night

Soos - shade inbetween Gravity Falls green and Pines green. also a very dark shade of green

Melody - pale warm colored with no yellow! a sort of mix between orange and red, leaning more towards reddish. coral if coral was made of meat, mayhaps (like with Lee, its a lot nicer to look at than it sounds). also a bit of purple

The wonderous married couple known as Waddles and Gompers - warm greyish brown

bonus time eras!

Young stans era - youd be surprised! yellow (not highlighter yellow, though)

Mullet stan - reddish brown, burgundy, night but warm-colored

Paranoid ford - grey with just the slightest bit of color thrown in, that color being dusty brown. veins and sleep deprivation (again, something that does not make sense to anyone but me)

Researcher era ford - the most labcoat beige of any ford to ever ford. theres also a bit of dark navy blue, but not much

Pre-betrayal everything - pale green and sickly yellow

Post-betrayal everything - a lot of dark greyish color. extinguished crimson and spiderweb blue

Portal era from Ford's side - navy/ocean blue, cool grey, slate. imagine you were looking at a neon sign (the kinds where only the lettering is neon). the blue/grey/slate is the background, the lettering is vibrant reddish-orange and pink

Portal era from Stan's side - pale orange and yellow, some pine-bark-brown. you would think there would be a lot of grey, but theres really only a tiny bit

Weirdmaggedon - hoo boy thats a lot of dark dark red and orange and firey colors and- wait what do you mean weirdmaggedon isnt yellow? not even a little bit? huh.

Sea grunks era - dark ocean blue and cool grey :]

#want to see what synesthesia-assigned color some other gravity falls thing is? lemme know #gravity falls #i feel like this is good enough to tag everyone #ford pines #stan pines #mabel pines #dipper pines #fiddleford mcgucket #soos ramirez #what in the fuck is melody's last name

[darkmagiattack]

Wait did they also change the discord icons color to more purple? or am i just seeing things

#i didnt pay attention to tht when it was going around cuz i thought i didnt notice rly anything with the logo like the little guy. #but it looks soo much more purple now well the background does. #viv.txt

[hauntedtotem]

6, 9, 16, 20, 26, 32, 37, 41, 43, 53, 57, 58, 71, 77, 83

6. What are you excited for?

uuhh well theres a new ben update tomorrow so theres that, but nothing else really? not much it going on. im going on shopping for art supplies with some irl friends tomorrow but im more dreading it than anything else

9. Is confidence cute?

i dont really have an opinion either way? it can be but its not something i specifically seek out in people

16. Do you think you’ll change in the next 3 months?

personality wise- maybe. but not drastically. but i hope my art gets better (more backgrounds/diverse poses is what im aiming for. basically i just want my art to look less empty)

20. Are you starting to realize anything?

i have no idea what this means

26. Is your current hair color your natural hair color?

yep, dark brown. i used to dye it alot but i kinda got bored of basically every color. ive been thinking of dying it green or purple tho

32. Does the person you have feelings for right now, know you do?

yep again, im the type that spams with cheesy compliments and hearts

37. Do you believe in love at first sight?

yeah 

41. When was the last time you ate a cupcake?

i dont like cupcakes, i guess im neutral on them? i’ll eat them if you put them in front of me but theyre never something i get cravings for. same with pineapple, but i had my sisters birthday cake last week tho

43. Ever embarrass yourself in front of a crush?

i still do on a daily basis

53. Is Christmas stressful?

i dont celebrate christmas soo

im one of the few people that likes christmas jingles though, but i dont like chirstmas decorations and themed stuff. everything except the lights just isnt for me.

57. Do you believe in ghosts?

1000%

58. Ever have a Deja-vu feeling?

constantly, but my life isnt really eventful so it makes sense to fall into a pattern

71. Can you curl your tongue?

yeah, can some people not do that??

77. Ever been in love?

hardcore. to the extent that ive rarely seen anyone else have the same kind of passion for someone, and it makes me confused about other relationships’ dynamics. not to put anyone down tho i just dont understand how certain couples work? like some people just seem like best friends instead of a couple, but its probably just bc theyre only gushy and stuff in private

83. Can you swim well?

i used to be able to, but now i cant. im too light to sink tho so i dont really need to swim, i can just float on my back and chill

[pommedelamer]

art of the pen

a/n: soo uhh it’s been a while. here’s a couple pages worth of a story idea I had, as well as my character design that inspired it! this is. extremely rough but I figured that I should get something up. hhhh I was considering turning this into a formal book with actual developed characters and plot advancement (oh god saying that gives me anxiety) but I don’t know if the content I have so far is very promising. lmk what y'all think lol

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Character Description: This character is a young female writer. When the novel she has poured her life’s work into is denounced by publishers, she withdraws to a foreign country in attempts to kindle the flames of a new life and reignite her passion for writing. Rejection, coupled with extreme loneliness, causes her to sink into depression. She wanders aimlessly through her new remote town in search of a sense of community. She comes across this in the last place she expected when she discovers that the decrepit building in which she temporarily resides is inhabited by a troop of eccentric underground journalists. Alongside her intrepid neighbors, she tears into the controversies and secrets woven into the fabric of her town and writes like she never has before.

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The sun peeked through the gaps in the verdant canopy above, but my journal pages were still mostly barren. My pen always seemed to still a few sentences in, flailing like a line unable to lure in a bite. I flipped back to the cover, sluggish in the evening heat. It was adorned with pressed indigo flowers on a cream-colored background. Some of the pigment in the flowers had escaped under the pressure, and each blossom was framed with a deep purple halo. The wind sent the pages tumbling in a delicate fan, and suddenly I was a vandal, a delinquent with the gall to tarnish such beauty with the aftershocks of a passion that had run its course.

A cloud crossed over the sun and the forest floor seemed to close itself off, a flourishing ecosystem in which I was a parasite, leeching off its natural resources to fuel my own unavailing pursuits. I felt the crabgrass clawing at the soles of my feet as I reread the fruits of my two hours. Oh. My breath thickened in my throat and the canopy of branches above shifted in the wind. I suddenly felt compelled to trek back to the little corner market and seek forgiveness for the heinous crimes I’d committed inside the lovely journal with the flowers festooned across the front. And then I’d make a pit stop back at my publisher’s to apologize for my persistence with that novel I’d probably packed with even more of my insufferable delusions. My pen felt leaden and foreign in my hand, and I let it fall to the forest floor in penitence.

I stood up and saw that a thicket of scraggly trees was eyeing me curiously. It could just be a hobby, I told them. They remained steadfast, bony limbs still contorted in thorny skepticism. I didn’t quite know what they sought from me, but I wanted to oblige them. Something to unwind with in the afternoons. The forest was drawing further and further away from me, the thrushes and jays flocking in the leaves of a far-off pine tree, the wind gently guiding the little saplings away on their scrawny legs. A shadow crossed over my bones, and I knew that it was a lie. I wanted to crawl out of the skeleton that had confidently put pen to paper every morning and leave the remnants to disintegrate on the forest floor. I scooped up the marred pages of the little journal and tucked it away. Just something to pass the time. If that.

                                                         ❋❋❋

The town had fully transformed itself when I crossed onto Washington Street. The daytime freshness had long since evaporated from the air, a numbing sense of finality sliding into its place, a reflective epilogue on the day passed. The possibility that I’d felt on my trek to the market that very morning remained in the air, and, silhouetted against the cloak of night, it was mystifying and beckoned me through the alleyways and over the crosswalks. In spite of my spirits, my eyes were dazzled with it. I watched as my shadow, elongated by the streetlamps, tapered off into drains and crept up the sides of buildings, beguiling the eye with its disappearances and reappearances.

I arrived at my complex and allowed myself a moment to take it in at nighttime for the first time. Unlike some of the buildings that retained their daytime charm in the dark, 42 Washington Street took on an air of its own. The streetlamps threw long, delicate shadows over the siding, and the balconies seemed to withdraw back into the wall for the night.

I fumbled with my keys and let myself in. I was immediately enveloped with cool air that seemed awfully artificial, if the sputtering air conditioner on the far wall was any indication. The lobby had also fully adopted the nighttime guise, the broad armchairs appearing to purposefully hold their poses in the dark, as if they had once been dancing. Even the idyllic watercolor gondola painting mounted on the wall behind the front desk had shifted in the night, now depicting rafts traversing the inky river Styx.

“Your first night at 42 Washington, I assume?”

It took me a moment to locate the speaker, tracing over the corners of the room that the moonlight had claimed. It was only when I stepped back and observed the room again, allowing my gaze to slip beyond the cool puddles of light on the wooden armrests and coffee table, that I found the source.

Completely submerged in shadow, a man was reclining on a velvet armchair. Even entirely cloaked in dark, I could tell that he was incredibly tall, almost larger than life. One of his legs draped over the side of the chair, and his foot still managed to touch the ground. His left hand curved over the other arm of the chair, spanning the entire width. He wore a plain button up, the hem of which fanned out onto the chair. I saw an object on his lap that I recognized from my own fruitless pursuits, as a journal. His was almost bursting at the seams, the binding probably beginning to fray under the stress. I saw movement inside the shadow that overtook half the man’s face, swallowing up his likeness so that his features were still up to my imagination.

“It’s a completely different place in the dark, all transformed and the like. One might say we have two buildings for the price of one. It’s a bit of a joke around here.” He spoke as if he were scribbling on a page, the drawl of his voice trying desperately to align itself with the words in his head – as if I’d walked in on him in the middle of constructing his own universe and it hadn’t quite stopped for me. My eyes fell on the fountain pen dangling between his fingers that I’d dismissed as a cigarette, and I realized that was exactly what he had been doing. “But it’s best to keep it between us. If the landlord catches on, you can expect rent to double in price. All the apartments are the same around here, and the landlords are no different. They’ll take anything they can get.” He laughed faintly, and the shadow shortened as if the man had tipped his head back, lost in thought. There was a brief silence, during which I realized I hadn’t yet uttered a single word. “Are you a writer too, then?”

The question was wholly disarming, catching me right between the ribs. I hoped that the night would obscure the rivers of uncertainty it sent ghosting over my skin and coursing through my veins. My heartbeat rattled against my ribcage as I willed myself to respond.

“I’ve dabbled in it. So one might say I am, but ... no, I suppose I’m not, by definition, anyway.” I was again grateful for the anonymity the night provided, for my voice was telling a story of its own, one that I’d recently established was no longer mine. “What might give you that impression?”

The man shifted forwards, the contours of his face revealing themselves inside the beam of moonlight that fell at his feet. I rushed to dismantle the collage of shadowed features I’d loosely fabricated in my head, although it was not far off from what the moonlight illuminated before my eyes. I observed that, for as much as he liked to talk about it, the man’s face was not like 42 Washington Street. “We have a certain look about us, I s’pose.”

My hands wrung behind my back as he propped his elbows on his knees. I couldn’t help but wonder what else he’d detected during this shadowed analysis. I was sure the distress his question had instilled in me had not gone unnoticed, but he did not question it. He did not question me, and I did not question him.

The man skimmed through the pages of the teeming journal and produced a piece of brown paper that, from the looks of it, had been folded up to four times. “If I’m right in my assessments and you’re interested, there’s a group of us around here. I think we’d all be open to more writers in a town like this.” He placed the paper in my palm, and I nodded.

I unfurled the paper and scanned it quickly as I walked.  I was already halfway down the hall when a blank space on the flyer piqued my curiosity. “Excuse me, sir, the address-- it seems to be missing?”

But the enormous man had already eased back in the armchair, hands closing around the journal as the shadows overtook him once more. “It does have the feel of a haunted house around here, doesn’t it?” He mumbled into the dark.

*~to be continued~* 

feedback would be appreciated :)

#writers #excerpt from a book i'll never write #writing #amwriting #writeblr #authors #creative writing #this is really bad sorry #writblr #written #words #free write #writers of tumblr #wip #current wip

[fearsfelt-blog]

beep beep, heeeere’s bobby as penned & loved by kat ! take a look under the cut for his super snazzy intro and more 

[ cismale, he/him, jacob elordi, twenty-two ] there goes ROBERT KEENE walking down center street ! i can’t believe they’ve been living in derry for TWENTY-TWO YEARS. last i’ve heard, they’re AWARE of the existence of pennywise. i wonder if BOBBY is going to stay and fight or watch the town burn to the ground. perhaps it’s because HE reminds me of SINKING MELANCHOLIA FEEDING NOSTALGIA, DEEP PURPLE ON REPEAT, A PLATE OF HOMEMADE CHERRY PIE, but i think they might FLEE. either way, they’ll never be the same after this year. [ kat, she/her, 21, gmt, n/a ]

listen . . my creepy smol 6′3′’ and a bit tall child, i could ramble on for ages but i’m trying to stay focused. anyway, let’s start!

background -

true it stans probably already recognised his last name: keene ! as in norbert keene, the guy with big glasses who works as a pharmacist at the center street drug store and i’m pretty sure he owns it in the movie version so i guess i’ll go with that ! yup, mr. keene is his grandpa, still kicking it but he can’t really work anymore cause of old age so who does the job? ding ding, bobby here to help. 

now that makes greta keene, legend to call bev a ‘little shit’ and a ‘slut’ in the same breath, his mama! (FUN FACT: in the book she died at age 18 bc of drugs and booze and a car accident but in the movie she remained unsuccesful in life doing her father’s job at the drug store). greta might have peed rose water in high school and lived a great life in a pretty house, but instead of making it out of town and into a good college, she stayed. first, doing plenty of assistant jobs, shady jobs at the side. briefly, life started to look grand bc she started an affair with her boss, a well known attorney at the law firm she was working at, but things came to a quick end when she got pregnant at nineteen. his father, 25 at the time, didn’t love that, broke it off and well . . greta got fired and paid off to please keep quiet and raise the child on her own. thankfully, the keenes aren’t poor and were able to keep up a good life standard for their daughter. during the first years of bobby’s life, his mum was a good stay at home mum, really bored and cranky, but she at least loved the little bug. 

so he was raised by his mum at his grandparents house, a good house, a decent house, but not perfect. when bobby was put into kindergarten, his mum started looking for jobs again, eventually ending up as a waitress making poor money and choices, then as the right hand of her father as the drug store. surely not the life she ever wanted for herself. that was only the start of her manners growing frozen, cold, bored to death with no goals.

bobby had a relatively normal childhood despite his mother’s many adventures. he’s always been on the quiet side, a sensitive child who feels things that aren’t there to others. call it a presence, intrusive thoughts or simply tingly senses of something dark about to grow. though his interest in other kids , playing with them , never really developed. he was fully invested in what his mama called creep stuff, playing in the dirt, analysing roadkill, asking questions only an adult would ask. that kind of behaviour continued into middle school.

at the age of six, he got a younger sibling, yay ! not another baby tho, no, a three year old, the daughter of his mother’s best high school friends who had just passed away in a tragic manner. greta and the keenes took in her little girl and ever since then, bobby slowly started to grow to like company. he feels very strongly about his sister, despite not really feeling strongly about anyone ever.

around that time, the visions started: he sees, what it does. what it wants to do, wants to do with him, wants him to do. in a way he’s sort of the herald of clown, a bit of a vessel and before he knew what was going on, he thought he was a psychic or some kind of stuff. though already being a bit on the wacky side, he’ll eventually have to ask himself if the base of wanting to hurt people hasn’t always been there and derry’s famous presence isn’t just encouraging him. think dexter’s dark passenger ! that’s what it feels like.

during his second year of high school, grandma keene died, rip that good old woman ! he was sad to lose a constant in his life and things seemed to be shaken up a bit at home, as the sadness impacted everyone in a different way: his mum started going out again more, meeting shady men at shady bars, growing more and more distant from her kids. his grandpa, however, no matter how cynical or weird people found him, remained good with the kids. he’s taught bobby a lot of norms and morals of society he just never quite . . understood.

this guy wasn’t mr. popular in high school, think somewhat of a jughead jones type. he’s weird, he’s a weirdo, he doesn’t fit --- BUT have u seen his face?? pretty. so he always got a lot of attention from the girlies, even though it never really interested him beyond surface level. in fact, he ditched his prom date to go to burger king a town away with his best friends.

he graduated, decided to take over his grandpa’s position as a pharmacist and is now an apprentice learning as much as he can, y’know it’s not exactly his dream job but it’s fun and he gets a lot of the town gossip, which is a bonus. 

on the side, he’s already planning his escape, drawing pictures at night of things he’s seen that could be the clown. the most re-occuring one: a weeping bride, all black and muddy with rotten flesh, crying and asking for her husband and son. the stories of pennywise came to him during a tale of his grandpa, who’s been around for way longer and some final research on whether that could be. bobby’s often re-visiting places of brutal happenings in the dark, trying to make his tingly senses pick up anything. though 6′3′’, that boy is a little scaredy cat and will flee.

personality -

like i said, think jughead jones, john cleaver from i am not a serial killer or dexter morgan

he’s a scorpio sun with a virgo moon ! very distanced with emotions, analytical

a bisexual legend, sort of closeted as it’s a small town, but ! who writes straight charas in 2019

tw /// has a history of self harm, inflicted to distract him from bad thoughts

loves loves working out, obviously, bc it helps him channel his emotions and distracts him

is looking to move out but doesn’t want to leave his sister behind

doesn’t get if u flirt with him

how to win his heart? vintage music, homemade food, pie !!

i know that was semi long but i have soo much more i could write down regarding his family dynamics, darker self, etc, but maybe a bio? will come? stay tuned. anyway if u read all this ur braver than the us marines ! like this to plot and i’ll hit u up baby beans. or slide into my dms haha and then what.  BTW i already have wanted plots here and stats here.

#sewershqs.intro #iv. filed / ooc ! #listen i wish i wasnt such a bird brain i tried my best hi #did everyone try the chicken

[cassbeewrites]

1-100 also im personally Offended that u will not let me be gay binch and tag u 85 times........ im requesting a divorce

oh boy okay fuck u 

Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? 

pandora does that make me basic

is your room messy or clean?i’m a minimalist with hoarder tendencies. 

what color are your eyes?kind of like a hazel-green

do you like your name? why?i used to hate it but now that i’m older it kind of ? distinguishes me? plus i love the nickname cass so there

what is your relationship status? married 2 u elm, always

describe your personality in 3 words or lessobsessive, destructive, gay

what color hair do you have?light brown but it actually used to be red when i was born! god i miss those days… being an infant, having cute hair….

what kind of car do you drive? color?i have a 2013 subaru impreza hatchback. it’s a rly pretty dark grey with purple undertones and a skeletor decal on the back. literally i love my car 

where do you shop?target. jo-anns. teavana. 

how would you describe your style?i like earth-tones or dark muted colors 

favorite social media accountfacebook?? it’s where i run my cosplay page idk

what size bed do you have? twin 

any siblings?i have one sister but i also have 2 half-sisters and possibly 2 half-brothers who i’ve never actually…. met…..

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?wales. research them arthurian legends. love some pet sheep.

favorite snapchat filter? i rarely take pics of my face so idk maybe the flower crown one?? is that still a thing

favorite makeup brand(s)neutrogena or almay bc they’re hypoallergenic lmao

how many times a week do you shower?realistically, 5-6. ideally……. i would never leave the shower……

favorite tv show?fuck this question i don’t want to think about it

shoe size?9-9.5-10 depending

how tall are you?5′6

sandals or sneakers? mmmmm i do love my hiking shoes but i also love sandals so? both

do you go to the gym? nah my dad is a fitness nut so we literally have like 6 or 7 types of exercise equipment at my house

describe your dream datedying

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?$6 in ones. i handle too much cash during the day to want to keep it in my wallet. 

what color socks are you wearing? …. i’m not

how many pillows do you sleep with?just one

do you have a job? what do you do? i’m a teller at a credit union. i count cash until my fingers are literally black from how gross bills are

how many friends do you have? 0i have like? elma. also a few of my coworkers and some cosplay friends

whats the worst thing you have ever done? be born lol. start writing. learn how to sew. 

whats your favorite candle scent? fresh linen

3 favorite boy names1. Loren2. Liam3. Mothman

3 favorite girl names1. Eowyn2. Ruby (don’t judge me my dog is CUTE)3. Mothman 

favorite actor? leslie odom jr

favorite actress? phillipa soo my gf

who is your celebrity crush?………. leslie odom jr and phillipa soo my gf

favorite movie? right now it’s moana but i love tangled and lotr, unwaveringly 

do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? i can’t pick a favorite fuck off

money or brains? ?!?!?!?!

do you have a nickname? what is it? cass, sass, sarcassidy, sketch, 

how many times have you been to the hospital?like twice maybe

top 10 favorite songsjesus christ ok. okay1. Hot Gates by Mumford and Sons2. Whispers by Passenger3. Above / Below by Birds of Tokyo4. Minor War by Birds of Tokyo5. If This Ship Sinks (I give in) also by….. Birds of Tokyo6. I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young7. Tag! by Scarves8. Despite What You’ve Been Told by Two Gallants9. Young God by Halsey10. Wildflowers by Tom Petty

do you take any medications daily? i’m on that nightly melatonin fix

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)clear. blessedly clear. 

what is your biggest fear? never being someone worth remembering :)))

how many kids do you want? 1. MAYBE 2. or maybe 0? 

whats your go to hair style?Half up, half down. I’m lame

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) my house is actually… pretty big? it’s like. very upper middle class

who is your role model? my old debate coach from high school :’)

what was the last compliment you received?idk elma what was the last gay thing u sent me

what was the last text you sent?“thank u for providing”

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?i had my suspicions as early as 5 but honestly. my mom tells me i have to believe in him for the sake of our dogs because she wants to maintain the illusion that he’s real… for them…. she’s so weird

what is your dream car? actually i’m pretty happy with the car i have. the 2017 imprezas are WAY cute and nice and sporty tho and i would love to upgrade someday 

opinion on smoking?smells yucky. makes our drive through tubes & cash smell yucky.

do you go to college? yes but i am TIRED

what is your dream job?DYING! DEATH AND DYING! being a literary agent actually tho

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? well i actually grew up in a pretty rural area but it was also only like… 15 minutes from a big city and is surrounded by smaller cities. it’s not a bad place to live. very safe and quiet, lots of horses

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? no i have a hair Routine and cannot break it

do you have freckles? no :( I have a few and i have some cute moles tho

do you smile for pictures?no go away

how many pictures do you have on your phone?jesus christ 9,564

have you ever peed in the woods? reluctantly 

do you still watch cartoons? i watch disney movies but like? i think cartoon fandoms are VERY annoying so i avoid them at all costs COUGH stev///en univ//erse

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?chick fil a or die. but i wouldn’t turn down wendy’s or mcdonalds nugs u feel

Favorite dipping sauce?honey mustard fuck me up. chick fil a sauce got me goin too

what do you wear to bed? big shirts!!!

have you ever won a spelling bee?um no i tried bc i’ve always been a spelling hoe and the written portion went well but the speaking portion was an anxiety ridden mess

what are your hobbies?dying. sewing. suffering. cosplay. petting dogs. hiking. being dead. writing

can you draw? i used to draw a lot but fucking jill heiner in 11th grade told me i sucked and i will never forget that

do you play an instrument?i played piano for 12 years and i was never like naturally gifted but i certainly tried my hardest. i haven’t played since i graduated high school 2 years ago tho

what was the last concert you saw? i’ve never been to a concert and may never go

tea or coffee?both but like. there’s a time and a place for both

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?starbucks

do you want to get married?i fear physical relationships 

what is your crush’s first and last initial?V(iktor)N(ikiforov)

are you going to change your last name when you get married? no i’m attached to my initials 

what color looks best on you? greens and dark purples

do you miss anyone right now? my dog :( he’s sleeping in the hall and not in my room

do you sleep with your door open or closed?closed unless my parents are out of town so my dogs can sleep with me

do you believe in ghosts?i believe in mothman

what is your biggest pet peeve? when people acknowledge my physical existence as if i am more than just a semi-transparent blob. also when people call their checking account a “checkings” account. fuck right off it’s not plural and checkings isn’t a word FUCK YOU

last person you called`my mom 

favorite ice cream flavor? pistachio

regular oreos or golden oreos? um if i’m going to spend calories on a cookie it sure won’t be some kind of… prepackaged nonsense

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? rainbow 

what shirt are you wearing? wearin a loose knit dress. it’s olive and strappy

what is your phone background?pic of my sweet dog :’)))

are you outgoing or shy?easily irritated and anxious

do you like it when people play with your hair?no

do you like your neighbors? they are what they are

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?i wash it in the shower but if i wash it too much it will dry out

have you ever been high? no

have you ever been drunk? no

last thing you ate? i had a steak burrito for lunch?? that was like 10 hours ago i should probably eat something else

favorite lyrics right now“all i need’s a whisper in a world that only shouts”or“in a place that’s safe from harm, but i have been blessed with a wilder mind”

summer or winter?why aren’t autumn or spring options

day or night? dusk

dark, milk, or white chocolate? dark

favorite month? october or may

what is your zodiac signtaurus lol

who was the last person you cried in front of? i actually cannot remember 

[yoongihime]

Prologue: Stigma

Introducing Vampire!Taehyung Length: 1.7K ...dear god... Warnings: Blood Ment //Death Ment Insp: Interview with the Vampire & THIS SONG  (a/n) and summary: A beginning / background of sorts for a new vamp!tae AU which will be a sister fic to Indigo.. Surprise surprise it’s gonna be called Scarlet. soo this is a ...preview..??

Taehyung woke with a strange hunger, a poignant thirst licks up from the base of this throat all the way to the back of his mouth, grinding the skin raw. It’s a sensation similar to that of dragging sandpaper deliberately across a dry surface, a slow burn that grows more maddening with each second that passes, causing his eyes to water and his nails to rake down the column of his throat, drawing blood—not the one he wants. The origin of the pain distracts him from the eerie silence, not a sound, not even a heartbeat—that’s right—he is dead. Then where am I? his thoughts echo in the all engulfing darkness of the room. This discovery is enough to momentarily draw his attention from the incessant pain to his appearance as he notes his blood soaked dress shirt, formerly white now stained an unsightly maroon, matted uncomfortably to his skin. His pants are torn at the edges and his feet bare, but despite the distressed state of his clothing, he notes how his skin shines in the pale moonlight, so pale that his veins are visible— light purple against the parchment-like surface — smooth and devoid of imperfections. His mind is blank, desultory; his human memories and emotions like burnt ashes and it leaves him with hollow melancholy.

Who is he?

Where is he?

“Are you awake, Taehyung?” a voice whispers, it’s enticing— honey laced with arsenic—Taehyung feels uneasy as he turns to meet the source.

She’s a beautiful nightmare, with her long silvery locks draping across her form in a veil, white lace framing her slender neck and scarlet blood staining everything else. Fangs extended, she glides towards Taehyung, his eyes widens, childlike bewilderment increasing with each whisper of her footsteps against the wood floor until she comes to a stop one hair-raising breath away.

“Who are you?” he croaks, his voice rough and gravelly with confusion and a rising panic that comes with the presence of this stranger.

“I am your maker, Taehyung.” she whispers, her lips descending on his jawline with the lightest of touches, her fangs grazing his skin which causes shivers to erupts down Taehyung’s spine akin to that of sparks of electricity.

“What is a maker?” he asks, he feels that he’s only a source of annoyance to her, but he cannot help his naive ignorance.

“Look, my child,” she whispers, “look around at the twilight world and accept your new life.”

Taehyung studies the strangely familiar setting with caution, he doesn’t know why this place is comforting to him, but there is a deep-rooted sense of longing which he can’t place as his eyes skim the ornate fireplace behind him. Looking up, his eyes wander towards the painting above the hearth, completely freezing when he is met with a portrait of himself. It’s him smiling with mirth, along with a man and a woman seated in front, as well as a toddler clinging to his back. They look like a happy family. Taehyung wonders, some part of him in disbelief that the familiar stranger could be him. Continuing his quest, he searches the room once again and only notes the lavish furniture and mahogany staircase before he comes to a complete circle—face to face with his maker. This time however, he notes the crumpled bodies surrounding her, some more mangled than the rest, their life’s blood spattered on the silk of the sofa and Taehyung is swamped with mixture of nausea and desire, but he remains unmoving under her piercing gaze.

“W-who are those people?” he whispers, easing away from her touch and towards the strewn bodies, for some reason his heart aches, deep gashes slashed into the delicate organ.

“They’re your old life. One you should have abandoned long ago.”

Her fangs graze against his neck, causing electric shivers to run down his spine as she offers him her wrist and it’s cascade of scarlet.

“Drink, my child.” she whispers, but it is laced with underlying command and Taehyung cannot help but bring the gaping cut to his mouth, gentle at first, as if he was kissing the skin before the taste takes over his senses.

Ah, so this is what he wanted.

It’s liquid ecstasy. The most addictive narcotic and Taehyung is quickly falling down into the depths of addiction. He continues to drink in earnest, drowning so deep in the sensation he fills the heavy quiet of the room with his little suckles. His grip remains loose in wonderment until the memories finally hit him.

“Father, you must leave.” Taehyung grits out between his clenched jaw, his eyes closing before the tears can escape. The gentleman remains impassive, his wife—Taehyung’s mother— squeezes his shoulder, hoping to physically reassure her husband but the worry is rooted deep into her own subconscious as well.

“She doesn’t care to take your lives. If you leave this house you will be spared.”

“Taehyung we can’t leave you like some sort of sacrifice—“

“So what of my brother then Father? Will you have him die in vain in the hands of that woman as well?”

As if conscious of their conversation, the young boy stirs in his sleep from the armrest.

“Taeho.”

Taehyung strides over to the sleepy toddler, hoisting up his sleep laden form and pushing him towards his mother.

“Please father, we haven’t much time.” His eyes plead their case, the tears willing themselves to not spill over until he notices the slight nod from the elderly man. A bittersweet smile blossoms and Taehyung hugs his family tight, his sobs breaking free from their confines now.

The sound of shattering glass ruts his goodbyes tight into in his throat, the heavy words stuck from the shock.

“Knock Knock.” silvery hair billows from the opening, “You should know to not keep a lady waiting.” her voice rings from the gaping hole in the plaster, the formerly pristine window now jagged and chasmal.

“So for that.. I will have to punish you.”

Fragments of the memories seem to blur after that recollection. Maybe because it was too horrible even for his new mind to recollect. Salty tears run down his cheeks, down to his blood stained chin. Echoes of his mother’s screams still ring fresh in his subconscious, tearing him apart from the inside out, so this is what it means to be in a living hell.

Worst of all he can see the fear in his brother’s eyes engraved into the back of his lids, his feeble four-year-old form cringing back towards the dresser until she tore into his throat, life blood flowing freely until there was no more. Tremors work their way through his entire body, his hands now unsteady, rising a questioning look from his maker. Taehyung doesn’t let her utter a single word. No, not another lie that he does not need to be fed. He wants none of it as a scream rips it’s way from his lungs and his hands finds the column of her throat.

Her wide eyes are the only signs of her dismay as she caresses the hand at her threat tenderly, as if relishing in his loss of control. Her rage giving her sick pleasure and delight. 

“Go on, kill me.” She whispers, her voice taunt but her facade stays neatly in place.

“I refuse to give you such satisfactions.” Taehyung grits out, his tears dripping in crystallize droplets onto her skin, “Death will only give you the peace you don’t deserve.”

He straightens, jerking his hand away from her neck and Taehyung turns, uttering the goodbye he wasn’t able to before,

“Goodbye, mother.”

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Snap! The branch under his feet startles Taehyung as he attempts to navigate his way through this estate. He’s not too sure himself how he ended up in this mansion, but the garden and its flowers only served to remind him of his mother, his real one, which only increases his desperation to be rid of such nagging memories and emotions. He’s willed himself to avoid such burdens for twenty years now, surely does not need such a feeble habit as emotion. 

“It’s not everyday I find a lost pup in my garden.” a voice calls out and that causes Taehyung to whip around, bearing his fangs, the scarlet tint coloring his eyes on instinct.

“Woah, so it bites.” the sentence tapers off into a chuckle and Taehyung locates the source of the voice, his form laying languidly on the wooden bench. I must be going crazy, Taehyung thinks as he notes the appearance of the silver haired man in front of him, his demeanor graceful despite his sprawled out position. Is it strange to think that he’s beautiful? Taehyung shakes his head vigorously to clear such intrusive thoughts, but even on closer observation Taehyung still cannot deny his otherworldly charisma. He’s moonlight. His pale skin almost translucent against the glow of a lamp, the silverly hair only adding to his ethereal appearance as his leisurely sips from his long stemmed glass.

“What is your name?” he prompts, the question almost dismissive but Taehyung cannot help but answer as if ordered,

“Taehyung.”

Taehyung’s own response shocked him to the core, the involuntary action igniting a strange familiarity within him—

“You’re a Pureblood.”

The silver haired vampire cocks his head. It’s been decades since someone spoke to him in such a way, without formalities, without bounds. It makes him smile. 

“Looks like I am. Also looks like you’re lost.”

“I didn’t ask for your help.” Taehyung spat, the programed bitterness causing vile to raise in his throat and explode in his voice.

“Wasn’t going to offer it.” the Pureblood shrugs, nonchalant, not at all perturbed.

“I was going to offer something else though,” he begins, propping his form up and Taehyung does indeed feel like a kid under his scrutiny, “why don’t you stay?”

“I don't even know you.” Taehyung whispers, his declination ready on this tongue but his conscience already compelled by the older vampire in front of him.

“Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” he answers, offering Taehyung his hand. A little voice nags at his consciousness, the grime on his hands suddenly noticeable compared to the pristine milkiness of Yoongi’s palm.

“Trust me kid,” Yoongi signs, noting the way Taehyung seems to cringe back from his offer, “I’ve had my fair share of bloodbaths with these hands. No one is pure in this world; we’re just all getting by. Now will you let me help you?”

It’s as if Yoongi was pulling him into sunlight, not the literal one where he would die in, but rather a place of warmth. Delight dances in the elder’s eyes and for a second Taehyung catches a glimpse of indigo in those orbs. What Taehyung doesn’t know that he’s also being pulled towards another path, another future, a future that will be filled with you.

#bts scenarios #taehyung sceanrio #btswriters #kwritersnet #taehyung angst #bts #tae #fluffy baby #well idk where this was going really but THE MAIN STORY IS LIKE DIFFERENT ??? BUT I MEAN THIS IS LIKE HIS LIFE HISTORY ?? AND YOU GET YOONGI #my TAEGI heart