#entry 1

[whysopasta]

more fun with my pen

#whysopasta art #sketchbook #sketch #lineart #marble hornets #hoody #masky #the operator #slenderman #redraw #entry 1 #fan art #mh

[adventuresofhoodyplush]

whatcha doing little man

MAKING RESPONSES i am a little hungty :(

#marble hornets #aohp comments #ask blog #entry 1

[muriel-not-the-dim-one]

@actual-changeling explained, beautifully in my opinion, what happened that afternoon in the bookstore. I did look in the window but only for a moment to thank Mr. Fell for the book Mr. Crowley gave me. At that moment, I realized what “broken heart” really meant.

I decided to write down some things for Mr. Crowley in case he ever came back by. I’m only a 37th scrivener, but I keep very good records.

From the journal of Muriel, 37th Scrivener, Assistant Bookstore Keeper to Mr. AZ Fell: Entry #1

It’s been *7 hours and 15 days*, since Mr. Fell and Mr. Crowley left. I keep finding things to keep myself busy, but I find myself missing them both.

I love the books. The rich smell of them. The sweet bergamot, leather, Earl Grey and Talisker that lingered in the back room especially.

Sometimes I take Mr. Fells soft, grey jacket off the coat rack, where it has lived since he left, wrap it around my body and sit in the sunlight, my body tucked into the chair I have come to love. The first time I did this, it was almost a guilty feeling. Like peeking into someone’s private memories without their permission. But as time went on, it became soothing, calming, loving.

I close my eyes and see flashes of memories. Meeting the snake/demon in the garden. Feeling that first rain, and the overwhelming feeling to protect the demon. To cover him with his wing, when what they really wanted to do was wrap him tightly, hold him close. To take away the pain they felt within.

Sometimes I never even opened the blinds in the shop. (That came as no surprise to anyone who was familiar with the bookshop and it’s strange hours.) The memories flooding through me, transporting me to a time that only a deep love can take you to. As much as I loved reading the books, wearing Aziraphales jacket was like BEING in a book, like living each moment.

Standing with Crawley/ Crowley feeling the rain on their face as the flood was beginning. Sensing the pain inside the demon as he looked at the kids playing. I knew something was wrong with this, but God had to do it, right? I just couldn’t put my finger on why.

Being in Rome, hearing Crowleys voice. Aziraphales heart (even though angels and demons didn’t need them) leaping in excitement, only to feel the overwhelming anger, anxiety, deep shame (?) not because of Crowley or what he had done, but because of the human capacity for evil, far worse than even hell and it’s demons were capable of. Trying to joke with Crowley about still being a demon, only to have it backfire in his face. Telling Crowley he was in Rome to go to a new restaurant. (I really need to try some of the human food. If it was as good as the cuppatea and cocoa I had tasted, I was pretty sure I would like it.) Aziraphale offering to tempt Crowley with oysters and the warmth that surged through their body when Crowley looked at Aziraphale, that half smile radiating like the sun within them.

Standing in a crowd, watching the horror they were inflicting on this beautiful, kind soul. Hearing Crawley/Crowley come up beside him. Turning to look at the demon, her beauty radiating. She cared deeply for the carpenter, and couldn’t understand until Aziraphale told her the message the carpenter was delivering, why they would choose to hurt him. That memory seemed the most painful to me.

Realizing Crowley would face a horrible death if Hell ever found out about Job and what Crowley had done. The pride I felt knowing that Aziraphale, his love of Humanity and Crowley, would be willing to sacrifice his life as well.

On and on the memories went, flashes of joy, love, and a never ending relationship between them.

The Globe and Shakespeare. Why did Aziraphale deny Crowley so much? I couldn’t decide if it was fear or protectiveness.

The way Crowley would do anything for him.

Saving him from the Bastille when he could have saved himself.

Realizing Crowley was always watching out for his Angel. The nazis and possible discorporation, saving Aziraphales beloved books. The touch of his hand as he gave him the sachel. The almost breathlessness I felt at that moment revealing the depth of love that Aziraphale felt for Crowley. The magic show Crowley gave him the confidence to do.

Crowleys note when he asked Aziraphale for insurance. The complete HORROR he felt when he thought Crowley wanted it in case he needed to destroy himself. It seemed to Crowley the way Aziraphale acted, he was appalled at him for asking. Like he thought he wanted him to possibly get into trouble for it. In reality, Aziraphale couldn’t bear the thought of a life without Crowley, the pain and terror showing on his face.

Later hearing about Crowleys “little caper” scared Aziraphale. It made him almost go mad with worry. He knew no one involved but he, understood what even one drop of Holy Water could do to Crowley. As much of a danger, sneaking Holy Water to a demon could be for Aziraphale, he was NOT going to let this happen. He was not going to allow a chance that anything could happen to Crowley.

The sense of relief, the deep love, the rush of feeling, I heard the words almost spoken with an ache, “Aziraphale DOES love me as much as I love him.” The power so strong, so beautifully pure it slammed me in the chest. I had to stand and take the jacket off.

Tears welled up in my eyes, and as I touched the wetness on my cheeks, unbelievably aching for an Angel and a Demon that were kind to me.

*End Journal Entry for the day*

I began sorting through the books, anything to keep myself busy, willing the tears to stop.

#Muriel’s journals #crowley #aziraphale #bookshop assistant #the jacket #I can smell you #eons of love #through the years #ineffable husbands #michael sheen #david tennant #entry 1

[sorrelssurvivalendventure]

Entry 1.14

There are two men in my chicken hole.

[ID: Minecraft screenshot of two endermen in a 2x2x2 hole. End ID]

They are in gay love.

No new lava but I extended the water trough for the cobble generator. I was hoping for a more efficient system but you can't get much less efficient than no cobble at all.

#sorrelposting #the grand endventure #entry 1

[found-in-therubble]

Entry One

Sebastian Hulls’ interview with The Eyewitness Report about his recent hires, published June 28th XXXX

Also mentioned: Jonathan Clarke

Demystifying Shaniko’s Most Reclusive Resident

Q&A With Sebastian Hulls

By Avery Perez

Sebastian Hulls, 62, is locally known as a man of mystery. After moving to Shaniko three years ago he’s been extending a lifeline to those less fortunate in the community. For a man so dedicated to helping the community you’d think he volunteers or donates to shelters, but that isn’t the case. Hulls will only hire those in desperate need of assistance to be his own assistants. Mr Hulls has a habit of always needing more staff to keep his isolated mansion up and running; for three years advertisements to be a part of his staff have overrun nearly every paper in town! The ads themselves add a whole new layer of intrigue, as no qualifications are ever stated; just that Sebastian Hulls of 13 Lookout Lane is looking to hire. Finally, after many inquiries, The Eyewitness Report was able to get the man of mystery himself on a phone call to ask him some questions. Even better, Sebastian Hulls offered to give us a tour of his impressive -and remote- manor, so be sure to pick up our next publication to see this story develop.

Mr Hulls, let’s start easy: what brought you to live in Shaniko? It’s such a quaint little town, how could I resist? I know my manor can be quite grandiose compared to the neighborhood houses but I’ve always enjoyed small communities. Everyone knows everyone, that sort of thing. It feels more connected, and it’s easier to navigate than a big city. 

More connected… I don’t mean to be rude, sir, but for someone who values connectivity you’re quite reclusive aren’t you? Ah, I’ve been caught red handed, I see. I admit I’m much more comfortable inside my home than in town, but I hardly think that’s a crime. Besides, it’s not as though I’m a hermit. I regularly explore town. That’s one of the ways I’ve found employees.

Oh? I know our paper, The Eyewitness Report, has run advertisements for you. Do you also scout potential employees in town? I wouldn’t call it “scouting” per se.. But I do admit that I’ve come across a few people on the street that are now a part of my staff. 

Would you be able to share a story about who you’ve hired after seeing them in town? Recently, the Shaniko Public Library was closed down. I’m not sure if there was a lack of public interest or simply a lack of funding, but it’s quite a tragedy. It must’ve been after midnight, but I was on a walk and passed it. I saw a man sitting on a bench hunched over in front of the building. And while I’m no expert in human emotion, I can tell when someone is sad. He seemed extremely sad, so I went to talk to him. He told me he used to work at the library before it closed down, and now he’s out of a job. Well as it happens, I have a very large collection of books; nearly enough to fill an entire library of my own. I extended a job offer to him there on the spot, I asked him to make sure none of my precious collection gathers dust. I even let him live on site, I have more than enough rooms for him to move in.

Oh. You have a personal library, sir? I do, quite a large one. Family and friends tend to give me books as gifts, I haven’t the heart to throw them away. Over time… I suppose the collection has grown larger than I anticipated.

I see. If I may, where is the library? The third floor, of course. The ceiling is made partially of glass. It's quite spectacular to relax inside during a rainstorm. Why do you ask?

It’s just that, during our research, we called the construction company that built your house. The forest around it has gotten much too thick to get aerial shots of it these days. They gave us some old photographs to print alongside this interview. Has another company been hired to do construction past the initial building in the past three years? Speak plainly. What are you asking, Ms Perez?

Sir, the photos only showed two floors, and no other construction company would be willing to make the commute to your home. I’m confident you haven’t had construction done in the past three years. Where did this extra floor come from? I see you’ve certainly done your homework. I’m not sure exactly what you want me to say, as my manor certainly does have three floors. It always has. Perhaps the blueprints you found were outdated. I’ll be more than happy to show you when you come to visit. 

#writing #original story #chapter 1 #writers on tumblr #the magnus archives #inspired by TMA #this is a fanfic that spiraled into my own thing #found-in-therubble #entry 1

[wonder-teo]

Entry 1

Date: 4/23/2024 Approx. Time Frame: 4pm-5:30pm Days since first contact: 7 Locations Visited: 3 - Amile Forest - Tsubu Woods - Rem River Bank Creatures Sighted: - Finfin - Spidasaures - Clippy (Freaky Bird) - Pepperfish - V-Rex (With picture!) - Palm Tree Snake - Essie

Notes and sightings under cut. Notes I deemed important are in pink bold italics.

Amile Forest - Said hello to Finfin - Finfin left

Tsubu Woods - Followed Finfin to Tsubu Woods - Didn't make much noise, but Finfin left. Perhaps he was annoyed with my presence. Or maybe he got bored with my silence (Can he hear in the woods?) - Spidasaures sighting - Clippy (Freaky Bird) sighting 1 - Finfin arrived, but promptly left. I was beginning my written notes, I didn't notice him until I heard his wings flapping. Again, I had made little to no noise, so this wasn't a case of scaring him off - I heard a sound like a single ring followed by a swoop sound. I was tabbed out, and when I opened the window, there was no trace of whatever made the noise. Strange? Was that you? - Pepperfish sighting 1 - V-Rex! I captured a picture. I was waiting for the right moment, right where he was in the middle. Perhaps I waited too long. I'll see when I look at the image when posting.

[As seen above, the picture turned out alright. The vegetation is covering him up a bit, but overall it's about as good as it can be. I was concerned that his eye would be covered up, but it's visible, albeit barely. Something to note is the color of the Tsubu Woods. The woods is usually depicted in blue colors. Is the color of the Tsubu Woods seasonal, or perhaps depend on the time of day?] - A sound like this: gon-gon-gon-nyeeh, gon-gon-gon-nyeeh, gon-gon-gon nyeeeeeeeeeeeh. No visual to accompany it, or at least, none that I saw - Clippy (Freaky Bird) sighting 2 - Finfin arrived and sang a short song - Finfin did flips around the tree branch and flew around the trunk while singing a jaunty tune! - Finfin again did flips and sang - Finfin flew very close to the screen as Tsubu nuts sprinkled down in the background - Finfin flipped and sung for a third time. He seems very playful today - Finfin was wagging his tail while facing away. Did he poop while I was writing my notes? - The gon-gon-gon-nyeeh noise returned but was immediately followed by Finfin's yawning before the noise properly faded out. How funny! - Finfin is very tired, it seems! He's yawning and murmuring so much... - Finfin left, Tsubu nuts falling in his wake - Palm Tree Snake! I recognized the sound of her slithering long before she appeared on-screen. She looked as lovely as ever - Pepperfish sighting 2

Rem River Bank - I decided to switch to Rem River Bank, my favorite location, while doing some things - Clippy (Freaky Bird) sighting 3. I think I had seen in the encyclopedia that they can appear here, but I had forgotten. What a nice surprise! - I heard some underwater noises, but I didn't notice any visuals - Finfin arrived and began swimming - Some technical issues as my program went to screensaver. Once I was fully back, Finfin was flying - Finfin landed on the rock and began cheeping at me. Can he hear me? I wonder if this game really does differentiate between him in the water and him outside of the water in terms of him being able to respond to microphone activity. It either does that or microphone activity just doesn't work when he's in Rem River Bank at all, I'm sure - It seems Finfin had left at some point. I'm sad I didn't notice. I swear I don't ignore you on purpose, Finfin! - Clippy (Freaky Bird) sighting 4 - Essie! She's bigger than I thought she was, judging by the one head I was able to see on the side of the screen - Dinnertime for me. I concluded by Teo-watching for the time being

#finfin #fin fin #finfin teo #fin fin teo #fin fin teo the magic planet #fin fin on teo the magic planet #spidasaures #clippy #pepperfish #v-rex #palm tree snake #essie #amile forest #tsubu woods #rem river bank #teo picture #entry 1

[fair-fae]

FFxivWrite23 Entry #1: Envoy

FFxivWrite 2023 FFxivWrite23 Masterpost Prompt #1: Envoy

“Does the name Zularti Vensar mean anything to you, m’lady?” Faye’s hands immediately went limp, dumbfounded. She forgot about the teacup she had been holding, fumbling and catching it before it completely upturned, but not without sloshing several drops of its contents onto her gloves and the pink tablecloth to stain the fabric. Had she misheard him?

“I thought it sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it…” the Lalafell across the table continued thoughtfully, stroking his snowy white beard. Lord Raisan Arcmantle had been a friend and colleague for nearly a decade, and few could be as steadfast or capable, but perhaps his age was beginning to catch up to him. “Excuse me–I’m sorry, what?” the Midlander sputtered, unable to get any other words out. She took a moment to collect herself, quietly clearing her throat. “Why… why do you ask?” “We had a visitor here at the teahouse by that name a few days ago, and I showed him around. He said he was a member of the Harbingers of Dawn from the old days. I didn’t recognize him, but it’s been a long time, and my memory isn’t what it used to be… But he had his free company badge, and I know it as one I made by my own hand,” Raisan explained, and Faye did her best to keep up her calm veneer even as her head spun, finding little succeed in the endeavor.. “Zularti? That’s not… That’s not possible… He’s…” Her words trailed off, unable to bring herself to finish the thought, and she shook her head slowly. He couldn’t possibly be alive, could he? After all this time, all her searching, could he just show up out of the blue? It was the conclusion her heart leapt to, what she wished to be true more than anything else, but she couldn’t allow herself to entertain the idea and set herself up for such grave disappointment. So what was this, then? A cruel joke or veiled threat from someone who knew far too much? “What did this person look like?” The Lalafell continued to run his fingers along his goatee as he tried to recollect. “He was tall… but I suppose everyone is taller than me. My apologies, m’lady. I don’t remember much else that stood out. My memory is failing me.” Faye stared down at her teacup, her hands shaking. It took all her focus to be mindful of her Magitek prosthetic, to make certain she didn’t crush the porcelain beneath the metal digits. The conversation continued, but it felt so far away, the Hyur lost in her own thoughts. Raisan had given the visitor a tour and they reminisced. Raisan offered him a room to stay at the teahouse, but the man had refused. She would ask a question as casually as she could, and Raisan would offer a response that brought her no closer to the answers she truly wanted. Her dismay must have been so apparent from across the room that Drakkaern had taken notice and wandered over to her side to offer his comfort, and while some part of her was vaguely aware of his presence, she was too preoccupied to acknowledge the poor man with his hand upon her shoulder. “He did say he will return sometime. It should be easy to spot him if he does,” Raisan surmised. “We don’t get many Hrothgar around here.” Faye stared at him in disbelief. 

“Hrothgar?”

#ffxivwrite2023 #ffxivwrite23 #ffxivwrite #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #faye covington #prompt 1 #entry 1 #envoy #faye #covington #writing #my writing #fiction #short fiction #story #drabble

[painter-of-madness]

I was always told some new scenery could do the mind some good. At least that’s what I told myself during the move. This is the first time I've ever lived on my own. Although the taste of complete independence is invigorating it's also mildly daunting. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to get as far away from my hometown as soon as I could. This house, which I now own, was dirt cheap which caused me some concern. My apprehension only grew when I found the house wasn't a decrepit mess and was in a fairly decent location. Okay, I suppose the location isn’t the best but it isn’t the kind of place that’d strike fear into the hearts of the average middle class person. It's nice, especially considering how cheap it was. Although, there are some rooms locked off, that's an easy enough fix though. And hey It’s home. Flaws and all, it’s a taste of freedom. It's a one story, with three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. It's spacious enough... All the walls are white. The cold, sterile, sort of white that hurts your eyes if you stare at it for too long. But white is a blank canvas, begging to be something more. And that's what I intend to do. 

I didn’t come from much. I was the kind of kid that got into a decent college from scholarships and working my ass off. Things weren't handed to me. So I'm not going to shy away from a challenge. My dad walked out on us when I was a preteen. So it was just me, my mom, and little brother. I know some convince themselves my moving away was a form of abandoning my family. Like father like son, or some shit about running from my problems instead of facing responsibilities. Maybe it’s partly true, but I wouldn't admit that to anyone but myself. I don’t hate my family. I like to hope that once my mom makes peace with my distance maybe we won't be estranged. Maybe that's naive of me. Since my dad left, part of the task of taking care of my brother was put on me. Due to this, much of my childhood was filled with resentment. My younger angsty teenage self would tell you they stole my youth from me like some selfish monsters that feed on the misery and suffering from others. But as an adult, I know better. My mom was never the same since dad left and she never really wanted to be a mother. Not that it excuses anything, but sometimes life isn’t fair. Life doesn’t care when you’re stressed or at your wits end. It’s up to you to make more of it. And I suppose that’s what I’m doing… Or attempting to. And hey, at least she was there…

I want to make something better for myself. If I lived with my family in that fucking town for another year I was going to put my head in a wood chipper. I think that’s a good note to end this on… I don’t know. I’m new to this and I think I’m starting to ramble. I also don't like thinking about my childhood for long. I'm sure some psychologist would push me to dwell on that more for that exact reason. Comfort doesn't build character. Until next time. 

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[the-traveller-through]

Hello. 

If you are reading this - welcome. You have stumbled upon my collection of tales, noted down for future recollection and others who cannot do what I do. 

I refer to them as tales, but mere stories they are not; they are accounts of my numerous journeys across time and space, realms and worlds again, and they are at least in part the truth. My accounts may contain holes, as for all my powers I am not omniscient and omnipresent, but I have noted down what little I can remember, limited though it may be, and faithfully reproduced them in these “tales.” 

I have asked some of my closest companions, and they have decreed that I start here, on this “website”, for out of all the worlds I have walked your kind hold the most propensity for creativity and imagination, and thus your kind will be the most likely to believe me and the tales I tell of my travels. Personally, I believe that the world I write this in should not matter, and one believer is as good as many, but I was shouted down by all of them, scattered though they are across different lightyears. Hence, I have capitulated to their wishes. 

You may wonder why I write these down. The truth is that nothing is eternal, not even the higher powers of which I hold myself accountable to. Though my kind do not age as you do - so much as crumble away into nothingness - my own time may run out soon. Therefore, I will begin to use this place to recount my memories; my tales, as some of you may call them, in little entries that will come and go as they please.

An introduction might go here, at this point. A name, a face, any identifiers that would make me more personable to you, or appear more real to you through the light-screens of which you read this text. 

But within the realms I walk, names are at once sacrosanct and sacrilegious. I have been told I share my birth-name with one of your planet’s seas; a middling one, important enough to be known and yet unimportant enough for those not within its immediate vicinity, and I quite like the sound of that; your planet’s seas are a lovely beautiful sort, with their greys reflecting your own blue skies. However, writing my birth-name here would do nothing for my tales, would not make them more believable to the likes of your minds, and would take your interest away from what I have to say and towards who I am. I do not claim to be an attention-seeker, and an attention-seeker I shall not be. 

My companions have told me, time and time again, that some people deserve to know what is out there for them beyond this. 

I do not claim to be the best fit for enlightening others. But I will try my best.  Regardless, if I am to do this - to recount what I have experienced - then I will need a name for you to refer to me in your minds, to ease your reading of my tales, and for you to remember me by. 

In your world, names were once used to refer to a human’s jobs. So I have presumptuously decided to name myself after my self-imposed job, here; I hope you will not take offence, and will continue to refer to me by my chosen name. I rather like the sound of it, and adding one more to my host of current names - some chosen, some given - is not a huge burden for me. 

It should, with any hope. cement my role in your minds for the foreseeable future. 

You may call me the Traveller. 

#entry 1 #entries #the traveller through... #these little texts that appear at the bottom of these posts seem a little bit pointless #i have read the manual that says they are for organisation #but there is not much to organise #still; they may have future benefit.

[ask-haunted-hornets]

HOWS EVERYONE DOING!!

Entry #1

We're all pretty good, thanks! How are you two?

#Entry 1 #Marble Hornets #Marble Hornets ask blog #Ask blog #Alex Kralie #Brian Thomas #Jay Merrick #Jessica Locke #Tim Wright #Haunted AU

[drdtdreams]

6:34 am December 5th,

Last night in my dreams. I watched from David Chiem’s POV and in my company was Teruko Tawaki in a casino body suit, basically the bunny suit without those parts.

She still had on the wrist cuffs.

We were in our bedroom, looking through a binder and I noticed this large old classic literature book. Housed in a partial red hard cover with golden print.

Though, I can’t remember the name.

Then we talked about books until I woke up and realized I had not set my alarm for work.

Have a good day, everyone

#drdtdream #danganronpa despair time #drdt #david chiem #danganronpa: despair time #despair time #teruko tawaki #Dream Journal #Entry 1 #Dream Diary #teruvid #suggestive

[cryptedscatalyst]

Entry 1, Suspicious Sound. 

8/12/09

One of my colleagues approached me with some information. She told me that while she was on her way to work this morning she heard something. It was coming from an abandoned building. She said "it was like grasshopper mouse's howl but louder and more guttural". I will be going to check it out, and hopefully be able to place a camera. I will update when I have more information. 

~M

#cryptedcatlyst #crypted #crypteds #cryptzoologist #cryptozoology #cryptid #unknown creatures #inhuman #evil creatures #creatures #M #Urban #urban legends #my creatures #my creation #my story #analog horror #horror #entry 1

[tinerva]

#er #electric remains #tinerva #entry 1

[ask-richard-jackdaw]

🥜

Dear Ghost Journal,

A curious thing happened to me today that might require quite a bit of explaining. A couple of years ago I met a 5th-year student who could see the traces of Ancient Magic. How fun is that! Upon asking them to elaborate they took me to the so-called hotspots, curious if a ghost can see or sense a high concentration of such magic. I, unfortunately, could not see anything. But sense? Something was there for sure, even if I couldn't grasp it.

Yesterday I found myself at the exact same spot again, reminiscing about not being able to do simple things like answering owls without the help of my Scribe. It was one of those days when melancholy really strikes yo I decided to poke around the area. Well, poke through, really: I felt my hands pass through something but I could not understand what exactly. After all, it is not like I can really feel since I am not physically in this world anymore. It was an inexplicable sensation. I might have... been jabbing the air with my hands for quite a while there, I only got back to the castle when the sun started rising.

To my confusion, the room I usually hide in had been accessed by somebody else. How do I know that? They left a peanut in the middle of my table! For some reason this mysterious legume did not sit right with me, not after a night of thinking about things I generally try to avoid. In my frustration I absentmindedly tried to flick the peanut (you know, mechanical human reflexes, they stay with you even in such unfortunate conditions as mine). To my surprise, my finger connected with said peanut! I flicked the peanut!

You may not believe me, dear reader. I had a hard time believing my own eyes! But after what Mr. Sallow (er, the older one) went through with being both a ghost and a human — I believe that anything is possible! I am writing this with my own hand on a regular paper holding a quill! I shall be back to the source of magic later to see if there is more that can be done!

However, I do feel really tired for no reason... I wonder how long this will last.

#Richard Jackdaw #Ghost Journal #Hogwarts Legacy rp #Entry 1 #Ah I can feel the preparations for The Real Boy Thursdays #Of course such happy things cannot last forever #Sooner or later the magic will wear off #But for now #Magic is intent is it not right? #The Real Boy Thursday

[sorrelssurvivalendventure]

Entry 1.16

Gay throuple of endermen in my chicken hole. Nothing more to report.

[ID: Three endermen in a hole. End ID]

#sorrelposting #the grand endventure #entry 1

[dem0nguy]

The council (me, myself, and I) have decided, I shall post about my way-too-elaborate OC lore!

I’ll likely share this through story snippets, spurts of lore, art, or whatever else comes to me. Regardless, I hope you enjoy something I’ve been crafting for many years in the back of my mind.

Now let me introduce you to a story called:

A Good Demon

Listen, part of me still doesn’t understand everything that’s happened to me over the past couple years. But these journal entries, those that I wrote while it was happening. May be the only accurate recount I can give you.

So much has changed over the years, I’ve lost and gained. I’ve gone from a naïve little boy to a kid who knows too much for his age.

So let my younger self tell you our story:

9/22/19

It’s My Birthday! Wahooo!!!!

Man I’ve been psyched for weeks! I’m turning twelve, and tomorrow I start 6th grade! It’s kinda crazy honestly. I’m not sure if I should be excited, or terrified.

But well, that’s what this journal is for. Writing down my thoughts and worries. As much as I will use it for that, I also wanna be able to look back when I’m older! It’ll be cool to see what future me thinks of present me (I hope future me is doing well!) He’s not, but the notion is nice.

I got a whole bunch of presents today! First off, I got this journal. Which seemed like a lame present at first (especially in comparison to my twin brother’s remote controlled car) but I’m learning to like it. I think… The journal is a marble red-black pattern, with a gold engraving on the front of my name “Adam”.

I also got a bunch of chocolate (my favorite candy!), as well as action figures from my favorite TV show, a few new books, a couple letters with money, and an odd red and blue crystal necklace. Irrelevant as it may be, chocolate is still my favorite candy.

The necklace was a gift from my Uncle Sam. He’s a very, err, interesting guy? I don’t know, he’s very closed off, and doesn’t seem very fond of anything really. But my dad (his twin brother. Isn’t it crazy there are two pairs of twins in this family??) Likes having him around.

My twin, Conner, got a similar necklace. Though it was a little more blue than red. Uncle Sam was very hesitant when giving them to us, almost as though he didn’t want to. It made me wonder if my dad had made him buy these for us.

I’m not ungrateful for his gift. Just, skeptical. He told us to keep the necklaces close by all day and night, that they’re a sign of good luck. Should’ve been more skeptical…

I’m not exactly gonna give up potential good luck. I’ll definitely need it for tomorrow. I’m absolutely terrified that I’m gonna get lost in the big concrete building that is “middle school.” I’ll have more than one teacher a year now, how will I remember them all?? What if I forget and walk into the wrong classroom? God that would be so embarrassing. All the looks from the other students trained on me, I can almost hear their snickering and laughing in my ears!

Even worse, what if I’m stuck in a class with no one I know? What if all my friends and my brother are on completely different sides of the building? What if there’s an emergency?? What would I do? Funny how this was my greatest fear when I was twelve.

I don’t think I can answer any of those questions, just thinking about them shakes me to the core. But, it is nice to write down on paper. Somehow the words are less scary when you can see them.

Hey, maybe this good luck charm will help me after all.

Little did I know it would make my life living hell.

(Part twoooooo :D)

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