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cynicallyscorned · 7 months

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Ship Bias!!

5 ships i'm biased about for my muse! ( accepting. )

and the #1 contender is... shocking nobody,

Sonic X Cynic.

listen. okay. when i first conceptualized cynic, I went in with absolutely no expectations when it came to ships. the goal was just to play a version of sonic that was fun to hate with a warped idea of self image and right and wrong. I was not expecting cynonic (and every variation it can come in) to be one of the main OTPs here. Tbh I didn't even care much for dupe-shipping since part of me thought it was a lil weird, and the other part just had no experience w the concept. enter my friend Jeremy, who came up with an AU sonic on the spot as I was sharing a bit of info about cynic that is basically the polar opposite to his rugged bad boi persona. a couple impromptu improv charming exchanges between them later and I was sold LMFAO. I haven't been the same since. and since then I've developed such a soft spot for the idea of this traumatized lil rat learning to become...okay with himself and who he is and come away from the darkness through Sonic's help. (frankly, sonic being such a strong influence in the other character's life in a positive way has always been one of my favorite things abt his pairings) I've adored every interaction he's had with every sonic! platonic, romantic, sibling like, enemies -- it does not matter to me. it will always fascinate me and I will always get a kick out of writing this guy's complicated and messy feelings abt his alternates because it's always so unique every time.

Shadow X Cynic.

I'LL BE REAL CHIEF. the OG plan was so far away from this pairing. I came up with cynic during a period where sonadow had been a bit soured for me due to bad rp experiences. part of the way I established cynic and his dynamic with his own shadow from his dimension was a little influenced by this fact. WITH THAT SAID - I've been completely sold on the pairing I have going with seiko's shadow (@somewhereinchaos) because it's like a completely different spin on sonadow. at first it just seems like two edgy moody assholes that somehow get along but then the nuance and actual sonadow undertones start coming out as their relationship develops. cynic and shadow are quite similar and they find comradery in their shared grievances with the world - yet at the same time also have strongly different personalities and they manage to strike an unexpected balance of lifting each other up and leaning on one another for support. I love that cynic brings out a soft and emotionally consoling side of seiko's shadow that had nearly been forgotten, while shadow brings out more of the heart and passion that makes cynic A sonic! its so fascinating... their relationship has also made me fall in love with sonadow all over again and I just care them so very much. 🙏

Scourge X Cynic.

You are strongly responsible for this brainrot turning into a full fledged otp because I was not prepared for how much these two would have me in a choke hold HDGLJ. like, I already knew cynic would think scourge is cool, that he'd have a person crush on him. I've said before while describing him that cynic is of a similar concept to scourge if he just never changed his identity. radical differences aside, they both understand what it feels like to be told (indirectly or otherwise) that they are inherently wrong and their version of 'sonic-ing' is bad. but where cynic desperately clings onto his identity as sonic with a struggling grip, scourge cast that life aside and became something bigger. that suggestion is so dangerously tempting to cynic as it is painfully relatable, to embrace your worst side because it's 'all you'll ever be.' BUT BESIDES ALL THAT - it ALSO is in a hilarious yet tragic way, a dark spin on cynonic. scourge has all the personality traits of sonic that pull you in, make you wanna like him, which is.. infectious to cynic. they are doomed by the narrative but you still can't help but go 'aww' when scourge gets cynic to laugh or when they riff off each other in their dumb competitive natures.

Surge x Cynic.

THIS ONE CAME COMPLETELY OUT OF LEFT FIELD FOR ME BUT I AM NORMAL. ok, maybe not normal. I haven't caught up on IDW since reading the first issue for imposter syndrome so there's stuff I'm missing here -- but the bottom line is @synnrrgy's surge has wormed her way into cynic's tiny little brain and he is down bad. they somehow bonded through beating the shit out of each other and sharing that same brash attitude, not to mention their mutual dislike for sonic and feeling the inferiority complex. they are the kind of pairing where one part of the ship is always pushing each other's buttons and vice versa but still can bond over doing dumb and reckless shit. what's more, cynic is hopelessly drawn to dysfunction, and still has that deep seeded ache to help people deep down. the situation surge is in with starline aches my HEART because it seriously brings out the desperation cynic has to protect the ppl he cares about, making him pull a complete 180 to the closed off and aloof demeanor he usually has. and the memory loss.. augh. I love me a good angsty antag pair that motivates one part of ship to try to be the 'hero'

Blaze x Cynic.

THIS ONE.. KINDA JUST HAPPENED and it's not exactly the setting you'd expect either. in the TBC au ive mentioned dozens of times on this blog, cynic who is a misunderstood outcast at school develops a crush on @warraigoe 's blaze, and due to tragic circumstances leads to them both being put in a position where they have to sorta set aside any growing feelings so they can prioritize 'leading' the one standing force against CHORUS tech. blaze is both cynic's rock and also someone he trusts to watch his back, but she is also nearing dangerously close to hosting age (essentially when a teenager comes of age and falls victim to the brainwashing hive mind psychic force known as the Song. it's like an invisible illness that comes for almost everyone at some point in this verse) and so cynic is deeply afraid of losing her too. it's another very doomed by the narrative pairing and it's their softer moments with each other that just makes all the upsetting things that end up happening to them hit even harder. in another life they are happier and able to maybe get a chance to actually enjoy each other's time without the threat of inescapable doom bearing down on them...

#🚫 — everyone’s out to get me. ❪ answered. ❫#scumbagthehedgehog #you caught me right before i was about to head off to sleep LMAO #anyway not me gushing forever abt the ships this hedgehog has... because i WILL gush about them

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hermitreunited · 5 years

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I’m so glad you’re on the cute Luther train rn. Did Luther fuck up *a lot* in the series? Absolutely. But one of the things I noticed on a rewatch is that when Luther’s not performing as Number One—when no ones watching (like they “I Think We’re Alone Now”, or when it’s not a situation where he feels pressured to Lead (like when he followed Five into the hostage exchange and let Five take over bc he was so out of his depth), (1/)

or when he feels free to just be himself (like when he’s with Allison (I’m not personally a fan of the romance but I AM a fan of Allison being the sibling he can be himself with))—all those times there’s this side of Luther that just shines out where he’s kind of a goofy, sweet puppy. He reminds me of a golden retriever. The biggest times he fucks up are when he’s trying to be what Reg spent his whole life pressuring him into being—like with Vanya, where he tries to Be the Leader & Like Dad (2/)

I think Tom Hopper did an amazing job showing us the sweet doof Luther would’ve been if he hadn’t been pressured into this role that his temperament and skill set really weren’t suited for, for the most part, all his life. Not to woobify or excuse how often Luther is a legitimate asshole, but like… It’s just Peak Tragedy. (3/)

I wish more fic would explore this idea of the specific emotional, psychological abuse that BROKE Luther, when they show the sibling interactions/fics where they’re all trying to be better. I could write a dissertation on the way UA shows how different KINDS of abuse affected each kid differently and that would include Luther. I kind f just did in your inbox. Sorry! Anyway much love for your nuanced perspectives on this good kids (4/4)

Sorry?!? You are sorry!?!?! THIS IS EXCELLENT THANK YOU OH MY GOSH I am so glad you are conducting the cute Luther train through my askbox rn.

I think so much of this is right on the money, and I’ve been thinking a lot the past day or two about why it is that fandom is so mean to Luther (you were mentioning this the other day I think, @ourhitofsucrose, and it got my gears going so I hope you don’t mind me just tagging you here) and honestly - I don’t think it has a lot to do with the character, who yes, is a lovable doof in his truer moments.

(okay and this might be, like, hot takes or something idk I have not been involved in fandom wars over characters, but.) My take on it is that negative reaction to Luther has more to do with first impressions, namely, first impressions to the Luther/Allison thing, and then just about favorite characters in general.

I never got into reading high fantasy, because I would find a character that I liked, and then might have to wait hundreds of pages about other people before I got back to my fave, and that made me resentful of everyone else. With such a huge ensemble and all the plot going on in this show, I think the same thing happens to viewers here - I know on my first watch I was having a good time, but always chomping at the bit to see what was going on with Klaus. I feel that it is v e r y likely that this is a thing for others, with quick favorites like Klaus or Five or taking over the interest of a viewer. If you aren’t the most invested in Luther, you might start to wish his scenes are done quicker because you want to see your fave.

That, coupled with the very strong reactions people have to Luther/Allison, and the fact that a pretty good amount of Luther scenes are ones with Allison, could be an equation that pushes Luther to the bottom of people’s list from the start. It’s not through any fault of his own, necessarily, but then also as the series goes on and he takes actions that harm fan favorites, it’s easy to get entrenched in having him be the butt of fandom jokes.

But he doesn’t deserve it!! Tom Hopper really is so good in the role, you are so right. My top Luther moments have a lot to do with the humor and sweetness he brings to the part. Now, on my.. ..god, maybe-upwards-of-ten-at-this-point?-th rewatch, and after putting in some thought for fic-writing, the love is hitting me full force, and the full tragedy of Luther’s trauma is showing through. But for somebody who hasn’t seen it a stupid number of times, and who hasn’t been thinking specifically about his pov -

Well, there still shouldn’t be hatred. That’s just a complete lack of understanding. idk, I think my point is that I can maybe reverse engineer why prevailing fandom narrative is that he’s the worst, since initial impressions are what fed the fandom as it is today, but I hope that people will come around the more time that we spend with these characters. All the Hargreeves Kids Deserve Love 2k19!!

I have this meta I’ve been backburner-ing for a while that I cooked up when I was writing excerpts of Vanya’s book for my Klaus and Dave fic. I was thinking specifically about what her worldview seemed to be and how that would effect her read on Klaus, since we pretty much get nothing of them in the show. It expanded into this whole thing though, like at one point I was trying to make graphs or something to chart the defining worldviews of all the characters based on how Reggie raised them to relate to the ideas of success and failure, and I think that really unlocked a ton of sympathy in me for Luther. It’s all headcanon, of course, but it just seems like he’s is so so deeply insecure, and then the body stuff getting added on top of it - the boy is Tragic! Angsty fandom, get over here and deal with all of this sadness!!

Whew, that was a lot of words. Thank you for coming in here with all of your words so we could words together! I want to shout about this show forever, so this was the best gift you can give me 💜💜

#tua headcanons #Anonymous #long post #anon is a sweetheart #Luther Hargreeves #tua #I really have got to write up this worldview thing I want to hear what people think about it #it just means I have to you know #write it up #seriously the past two days I've gotten asks talking about this show and it's just the coolest thing in the world #Do Not Apologize you are giving me LIFE rn #oh and the top Luther moments I mention are #2) the little wave to the ice cream truck #1) ... (we died)... *slurps coffee*#there are more I am certain but I need to keep on my rewatch and keep track #and you know what? Another thing #Luther's softest moments are mostly in his time with Allison #which is one of the reasons I enjoy their dynamic so much #but if you are really squicked by Luther/Allison and breezing past their scenes or making a face every time they are cute together #you are missing on a lot of Luther being cute #a Genuine Good Boy

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elceeu2morrow · 4 years

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Simon Boyle, Bizarre Editor 24 Jan 2020, 21:35 | Updated: 24 Jan 2020, 22:29

AS a cheeky teenager in One Direction, Louis Tomlinson conquered the world – performing in stadiums around the globe and amassing a multimillion-pound fortune along the way.

But while he achieved pop superstardom, few 28-year-olds have suffered more trauma in their relatively short lives than the Doncaster-born singer.

In the four years since the group’s “hiatus”, Louis has faced unimaginable tragedy with the passing of both his sister Felicite aged 18, last year and his mum Johannah in 2016, before choreographing an impressive comeback with a debut solo album, Walls.

His personal journey back to full strength has been nothing short of remarkable — with the singer forced to deal with loss of his younger sibling and his mum in the full glare of publicity.

In an exclusive interview with The Sun, Louis explains: “Initially, when the news broke (about Felicite) last year, I was bitter about the fact that everybody was talking about it.

“Loads of people were speculating online about what might have happened. I was just told that it was the reality of the situation, which it is, and I had to accept it.

“So that’s the negative side to it, but a positive side to it and something I wasn’t prepared to feel was the love from my fans.

“I wasn’t ready to feel like that, but I really needed it at the time.

“What was difficult was people speculating about details straight away, discussing online what might have happened when nobody really knew, and talking about my family. But actually when I looked further almost all of it was kind, and I felt loved.”

Just over two years before Felicite’s death from an accidental drug overdose, Louis’ mum Johannah tragically passed away, aged 43, following a long battle with leukaemia. It is a loss that continues to shape his life.

But he tells how, over time, he has come to learn from the experience — and now hopes to support others through his own experiences.

He adds: “I’m still getting asked about my mum now, but I’ve grown to understand it I suppose, and I feel like I can maybe help others.

“When I wrote a song called Two Of Us, I had fans talking to me about a loss they’d had, and they listened to the song and told me I’d helped them in some way. That makes it all worthwhile.

“Despite how difficult it can be to deal with these things when people are watching, if I have the possibility to help even one person, that’s massive.”

Today, Louis is calm, reflective and down-to-earth when we meet in a low-key west London pub — despite him having sold more than 50million records globally with One Direction.

Louis talks with a broad Doncaster accent, and laughs as he reflects on his career, which began when he found fame with 1D at the age of 18.

He admits he has “f***ed things up” plenty of times in the past but hopes to have learnt from his mistakes.

His new single, Walls, recounts his experiences of love and loss. It is a clearly autobiographical reflection on his life over the last decade, which has seen him fall in love with his childhood sweetheart, Eleanor Calder, before splitting in 2015, and reconciling two years ago.

In the years in between he fathered his first child, a son, with a US stylist but the pair soon separated and his romance with model Eleanor is now so strong marriage rumours have begun to swirl, although he’s quick to insist they are premature.

He explains: “Yeh I saw some of that. It isn’t true, but the luxury with Eleanor is I’ve known her since before our first single What Makes You Beautiful, so she’s felt the whole growth of everything.

“As I’ve got to understand it, she has too, and I have the benefit with her that we’ve seen it for what it is.”

So is marriage a possibility? He adds: “One day, yeah, I’d imagine so. If you’re asking me if I’m going to marry her? Yes, I think so! And more kids, I’d say so.”

His lyrics reflect on the ups and downs of his time in the spotlight, as he explains: “It’s about overcoming some of your problems and learning from your mistakes.

"It’s looking back at a certain time of my life and I’m sure there’s lots of people who can relate to that idea of being alone and waking up, being used to having someone there, then they’re not.

“It’s a bit of, “Oh no, I’ve f***ed it up, yeah. But I’ve understood that now and I’ve come back stronger.

“You learn from your mistakes, and the song is about owning them, putting your hands up and saying ‘I know what I did was wrong, but I understand it a bit better now’”.

While in One Direction, Louis earned himself a reputation, alongside some of his other bandmates, as a party boy.

Today he’s learnt to control himself, but jokes that he can “still put a few beers away”. He’s keen to expand his mind now after missing out university when he found fame with One Direction on The X Factor.

He says: “I’ve been very lucky but one experience that I know I would have loved is university, mobbing out and meeting new people.

“Someday it will happen. I’d study psychology. And I’ve just started reading again, I just picked up this Beatles book, so I’m trying to educate myself a bit more.

I just thought I’d pick up a few books, because I realised that I don’t read at all — and for a songwriter that’s pretty criminal.”

With a huge bank balance and global fame, there’s appears to be little to achieve. For Louis, fame has come first — but now he’s determined to prove himself as an artist in his own right, even if he is never able to achieve the enormous record sales One Direction enjoyed.

The album has been almost four years in the making. He scrapped a huge quantity of material and started over after he realised his first efforts had failed to fulfil his own ambitions.

He adds: “I’ve never been driven by money, but I’ve got a point to prove to myself. I think I was frustrated before, because I was in a few writing sessions where no matter what I said at the start of the session, the concept at the end was always something different. But after a while I decided to scrap all of that, and own this myself.

“I struggled with it for the first couple of years. I was trying to work out exactly what my sound was.

"I didn’t have the luxury every other developing artist has of making mistakes in the background until you land on that one you get excited about and that’s why it took me a second go to get it right.”

However successful his solo efforts may prove to be, alongside those of 1D bandmates Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik, the question of a prospective reunion will always loom large for Louis — who remains in contact with his former bandmates but admits they are very different people.

He adds: “I used to feel more pressure about matching up to anything any of the others do, but the reality is we have different skill sets and different fans.

“Harry’s a star, there’s no two ways about it. I’m much more reserved. If I carry myself in a slightly different way, I might be able to get a different market but it’s all about staying true to you and that’s what we’re all doing.

“I spoke to Liam a couple of days ago but haven’t spoken to Niall in a couple of months. Me and Harry don’t speak quite as much but he sent me a text about the single and I sent him one about his, and there’s a mutual respect there, definitely.”

Louis debut solo album, Walls, is released January 31. His single, also titled Walls, is out now.

#there are some good parts but lots of crappy stuff you expect and an ending box about simon and louis' drinking #lt news #lt interview #the sun #baby stunt #elounor 2.0 #walls promo #engagement rumor #rip jay #rip fizzy #harry's a star #the irish sun #1.24.20

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xo-dailypier-blog · 5 years

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Hey People!

It’s been such a long time since I’ve posted anything. But can you guys blame me? It’s been such a snore fest in Santa Monica, I almost just left you guys to you own devices to let you find out all the dirt by yourselves. But we couldn’t have that, can we?

Anyways, while I don’t have a complete recap of the things going on (not that theirs anything interesting), you guys have sent me your BURNING CHLAMYDIA-LIKE questions that have piqued by interests.

I would say things in this town are getting set in motion, but only time will tell…

But before we get into the questions, two things:

1.) Everyone take a moment to say Happy Mother’s Day to QUEEN Phobe! Hopefully she’s been picking up her child from daycare. Am I right, guys?

Hopefully you guys said HMD to your Mo -- Oh, Yikes ... um Moving on...

2.) Congratulations are in order! You guys voted and our Hottie of the Moment has been chosen…

It’s none other than: Jason “Daddy” Sorrentino! With his ripped bod, and killer smile, Daddy Sorrentino has captured the hearts of Santa Monica one day at a time. I didn’t vote for him (I was torn between him and Daddy Lancaster, so I sat this one out), but it’s really no surprise. I mean, have you seen him? Ugh, soy hott.

When asked about his Award Winning Hotness, Daddy had this to say:

“Everyone wanted to know what I’d do if I didn’t win, guess we’ll never know” (Jason Sorrentino, 2019).

... We love original quotes ..... Anyways! Let’s A some Q’s, yeah?

Q: singordie94 asked...

What is the Lipton on Myles Bennett and Julian Stark? The people are talking about seeing them at a bar eye fucking each other? What’s going on, DP?

A: Hey singordie94,

Sighhh, Shark Boy and Lava Top. Ok, so as we know, Myles gets pegged. Very progressive, love that for him. Now, the RUMOR (keyword) is that he ditched the strap and tried out the real thing with one Julian Stark. This, allegedly, happened a few months back according to sources close to the subject(s). Sadly, I honestly don’t believe this, this just sounds like fan fiction. Myles has a loving girl friend back home in Texas. It is PREPOSTEROUS to think our little sea critter would be a LIAR. I mean, could you guys really imagine OUR Myles letting Julian go snorkeling in HIS (chocolate) sea? HANG TEN in his boygina? Go KOWABUNGA in that ass??? (Let’s be honest, if this actually happened, there is no way anyone would actually believe that Myles was on top, we’ve seen him in his sea-diving-catsuit-thing, and … momma’s thicc with it). Anyways, I guess I’ll keep an eye on them just in case. But Myles just isn’t the type to cheat/leave his southern belle crying into the butter she has to churn for supper in the middle of her Amish village. (I’m assuming everyone in Texas is Amish. Look, I don’t know what the fuck goes on there, and honestly? I don’t care). Bottom line (tehehehe) is that Myles has his true love, the deep blue sea, and CHRIST as his main priorities, nothing more. Thanks for the question, singordie94, I’ll keep an eye out for ZESTY activity, but don’t hold your breath (like Myles did when he deep throated Julian, ALLEGEDLY).

Q: AshersBabyMomma asked...

Can we get an Aldridge update?

A: Well, AshersBabyMomma (cute name btw),

Keeping up with the Aldridge’s has been pretty dull this season.

Alex is, naturally, chasing after Award Winning Hottie, Jason. Their tumultuous relationship is one I’ll have to keep an eye on. You would think they were together by the way they interact, one minute their woohoo-ing in the back of an Uber and the next they need space? Maybe they should just call it quits? And apparently Alex was seen getting cozy with Logan Lancaster. I’m told that there was some serious flirting going on???? I heard that Jason totally came up in conversation too, and Logan called him like, a pussy, or something? (Fighting Words!!!) Whatever he said the two laughed about it, as they continued vibing. And to be honest? I kind of ship it. I mean I am obviously the president of the SorrentinHOEs, but ya girl Alex needs some stability. And hello??? Logan is as stable as they come! Daddy Sorrentino might be perfect at everything else, but maybe he should sit on the bench when it comes to Alex, Logan is scoring too high for him to keep up. #LoLex

Crackhead Asher is one that keeps getting written in about, though. A little bird told me, well, several little birds have told me that they’ve seen a guy (with a striking resemblance to our fav) out with several different guys since he’s been here in Santa Monica. I feel like Asher is a little fruity but is this something he would keep from his family? His twin? I feel like they would care less about this and more about his trips to San Diego to buy METH. The Quality Kind. Hmm, I suppose I’ll have to set up cameras inside his house, too, just to see if this story checks out. I’ll keep you posted.

The only Aldridge that matters is the MATRIARCH herself, Alegenda Aldridge. When she PUMPED IT into Santa Monica in kitten heels (because only SLUTS wear stilettos) I knew that she would be the saving grace of this DEMONIC town. We Stan Alegenda in this household, which is why If you use code SharkTop with your next purchase at Blush Boutique — The Anti-Fashionova, you’ll get 10% off, courtesy of The Daily Pier. Go on and immerse yourselves in the most sanctified of garmets, those floor length khaki skirts aren’t gonna wear themselves! Let’s hope that Alegenda does not fall into the EVIL clutches that have her siblings, and let’s hope that she can, instead, EXERCISE the DEMONS on her siblings KNEECAPS.

But honestly, who am I kidding. I enjoy her efforts, but in this town? She’ll probably be smoking the same crack rock as Asher by the end of the month. Tragic. I’ll keep you posted, AshersBabyMomma.

Q: dddonewiththebullshit asked...

I KNOW THAT JAMIE FUCKING CARTER READS THIS FUCKING BLOG AND I JUST WANT HIM TO FUCKING KNOW THAT I HAVE HAD IT UP TO MOTHER FUCKING HERE WITH HIS GOD DAMNED NOISE. HE IS THE MOST INCONSIDERATE NEIGHBOR EVER!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAVE TO DEAL WITH HIM CONSTANTLY WAKING UP MY PUPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!! BECAUSE HES CONSTANTLY BRINGING THE ENTIRETY OF SANTA MONICA BACK TO HIS PLACE TO BANG THE FUCK OUT OF THEM LOUD ENOUGH FOR THE ENITRE BLOCK TO HEAR, AND NOW I HAVE TO HEAR HIM FIGHTING WITH SOME TWINK!!!!!!!!!! ABOUT SOME FUCKING!!!!! PAINT!!!!!!! BRUSHES!!!!!!! HE DOESNT DESERVE RIGHTS, AND I WANT HIM DEAD. #ELECTRICCHAIR

A: I…. Hello?

This is the only negative thing I’ve gotten about Jamie since I’ve started following him. If hoards of you thirst buckets aren’t writing in about want to “operate his ride” then you’re saying how he looks like a math teacher and you’d like to show him an acute angle (with your legs). Wait, is that last part just me? Yikes, this is awkward. Anyways, it’s true. Jamie and Mackenzie Westwood (the twink in question) dated for like 5 months, and when Mac ended things (because Jamie couldn’t commit) he packed his things and left. Apparently he forgot his paint brushes after his departure so he tried to BREAK INTO Jamie’s house and take them. And I guess they got into a fight. Based on the voice memos I got, it got pretty intense. Some people wrote in asking if Jamie got shot.

Yeah he got shot … with love. The repressed feeling jumped out! This whole fight was laced with PASSION and I was waiting for them to rip each other’s clothes off and wake up your puppy (again). They TOTES still love each other. I mean hello??? Amazon Prime is right there and you choose to commit grand theft PAINTBRUSH on a random night, Mackenzie???? Give me a BREAK!

I just hope that this doesn’t interfere with his work, and like, distract him while he’s operating a ride. Wouldn’t want him to ALSO cause a major accident which could kill people. #shade

I guess the final question I got a lot is what couple(s) I ship. And off the top of my head, my top 5 are ... Hmmm, I’ll have to say:

Well obvs, #LoLex

June Armstrong and an Exterminator. The Doll has roaches, and it’s fucking GROSS!!! Someone said she’s become acquainted with them and knows them by name. What a CREEP. Get an exterminator girl, know him by name. And while we’re on the topic of June, The Doll. I see right through her “innocent act”, I heard she hid a razor blade in her mouth in High School, and when she got into a fight one time, she SLICED her opponent. People who went to school with June contact me, and give me the scoop on this.

OLIVA AND DIANA ARE THE LESBIAN POWER COUPLE WE NEED!! I DONT NEED TO ELABORATE ON THIS, MAKE IT HAPPEN LADIES.

(and 5, I guess) And I am torn between Wes/Diana and Wes/Iris. You see, Diana and Wes have history and just thinking about them and all that they’ve been through, the fact that they can find solace through each other’s arms just …. sorry I need a moment.

But Wes and Iris, it’s just … ugh … the flavors. Both of their pasts have been pretty hard, and I would love to see Iris in a happy relationship. Especially after that Sebastian guy (don’t ask).

So these are MY to watch list, lets hope something becomes of it!

And with that, that concludes my comeback post, I guess. Hope you didn’t fall asleep reading this. And if you managed to to not be mentioned in this post, don’t you worry, this is only just the beginning.

xo, DP

#dp recap #drug mention tw

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ivoryandbonerpg-blog · 7 years

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CONGRATULATIONS, Tara!

You have joined the ranks of the second Wizarding War as COLIN CREEVEY. In order to fully prepare for what the Dark Lord has in store for you, it is advised that you read through the new member playbook, create your account within the next 48 hours, notify the headmistresses, and immerse yourself into the world of a war-torn wizarding world.

Your journey awaits you--in the darkness, in the light, or somewhere in-between.

OOC INFO

1. NAME: Tara

2. AGE: I’m 25 but like I promise I actually do have a life I just still really enjoy roleplaying. I started in college & it’s still a fun way to de-stress even though I’m an Adult.

3. TIMEZONE / ACTIVITY: EST, and 5. I’m a teacher so I’m busy most of the day but I have wifi at home now so I can be on almost every evening to do replies, for sure. I know it’s a drag for threads to get drawn out for ages, or for them to get dropped because the plot has moved on, so I try my best to reply in a timely manner, within a day or so.

4. PREFERRED PRONOUN(S): she/her or they/them

5. TRIGGER WARNING(S): omitted for applicant privacy

6. HAVE YOU READ THE RULES?: omitted for admin use

7. HOW DID YOU HEAR ABOUT IVORY AND BONE?: I was hanging out in the “rp rec” tag. I don’t remember what post or what blogger gave you guys a shout out, but someone linked to you in that tag.

8. FAMILIARITY WITH RPING?: I’ve been rp-ing for about about six years. I’ve written for a number of fandoms but I keep returning to the HP-universe; I’ve played a couple iterations of Peter Pettigrew, I played Severus Snape for one round, and I played Seamus Finnigan for a bit as well.

IC INFO

1. CHARACTER NAME: Colin Creevey

2. WHAT MADE YOU DECIDE TO APPLY FOR THIS ROLE?: His earnest outlook. I read his bio and he comes off as really, incredibly passionate - about magic, about photography, about protecting his brother and other muggle-borns - passionate about life in general. I mean, he’s sort of a disaster, and I feel like he’d be a bit bumbling when it comes to interacting with people, but he genuinely wants to connect with them. And I think that his original rose-colored-glasses view of the wizarding world, while still tainted by the blood purity and hatred he’s witnessed, is still something he aspires to see. That’s why he works so hard for the Order - because he wants the world to have a chance to actually be the place that he always thought it was. (Plus, I’m a sucker for sibling relationships, even though you all don’t have a Dennis yet. I’ve never gotten to play close siblings in the HP-verse.)

3. CHARACTER SEXUALITY: Oh, Colin is for sure bisexual.

4. SECONDARY CHARACTER: My second choice would be George Weasley because, again, I love playing characters with sibling connections. Also, I’ve literally never played a Weasley in my life and I think that might be a fun change.

5. ANY MINOR CHANGES / REQUESTS?: I was actually the anon who asked about alternate FCs for Colin, but upon further review, I’m cool with Tom Holland, so, no change requests on that front; and his bio is beautiful, I wouldn’t dare change a thing.

6. ANYTHING ELSE?: I would just like to say that I love the fact that Colin is 18 in this rp when he didn’t make it this far in the canon. To be able to give him the life (or, well, A life) that he wasn’t able to have would be nice. His death was always one of the most tragic to me, just because he was so, so young, and he didn’t even have a chance to grow into the person that he could have been. Lots of emotions.

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The Make-Up Artist

Ingrid Jaeger, or Inge to friends, didn’t appear to much more than another ordinary college aged young lady. This is so far from the truth, it’s almost funny. It’s not exactly clear where this straight A, teacher’s pet, all around good girl went wrong. Perhaps I should further explain.

Ingrid was a girl of many talents, most noticeably was make-up. She’d dreamed of becoming a make-up artist since she was very young, often powdering her dolls in lipstick stolen from her mother. She spent her early childhood in relative comfort, living with her parents and two younger brothers, Wolf and Theo. However the bliss of a happy life was shattered, along with any hopes of continuing with a joyous childhood when her mother walked out on them… Taking Theo, the youngest of the siblings, with her.

Inge’s father, a kind yet sorrowful man, brought up the two remaining Jaeger children. His ways were questionable and often called harsh however it was simply tough love. He knew what the children did not. He knew why their mother had fled from them. He also knew why her body had been found bloodied and mutilated in a ditch, on the day of Inge’s sixth birthday.

Inge herself was the model of a perfect child. She was polite, she did well academically and she was often found helping around the house that had once been a home. Above all else, she was innocent. So oblivious to what was happening around her, that it never quite clicked why her father never came back out of the garage.

This combination of tragic events left Inge and Wolf in an orphanage, at the ages of eight and five, respectively. Despite all the woe in her young life, Inge kept a positive outlook and marched on and on and on. This eventually leads us to her broken nineteen year old self, that optimistic glow having been swallowed by the dark many years ago. The only thing keeping her from being swallowed up with her personality being a combination of pills and therapists.

“ So, who’s this you’ve brought along with you today, miss Jaeger? ” The brunette asked the Germanic originating girl. Ingrid let out a loud sigh, twirling a lock of her black hair in her fingers before once more pulling her hair back into two pony tails.

“ No idea, I just picked him off up the street just there… ” Inge said, rolling her green eyes and zoning out for the rest of the dull meeting. Wolf could put up with the therapist for an hour, if he was so eager for her to see her.

“ I’m her brother, ” The younger of the two siblings stated. Inge half listened as the two babbled on, tackling the formalities first.

“ And for the record, can you please state your full name? ” The therapist asked, scribbling something down in the notepad. The reason why eluded Inge, after all wasn’t she suppose to be taking notes about her and not her brother?

“ Wolfgang Amadeus Jaeger… After the composer, Mozart, ” Wolf explained, slicking back his dark chocolate hair. Inge could have been wrong but she was certain she saw the therapist swoon a little.

“ Hey, lady… That’s my little brother you’re ogling, just for the record, ” Inge said, in a mocking rephrase of the woman’s earlier words. The therapist blushed and murmured something inaudible.

“ I-I, well… And for the record, miss Jaeger can you state your full name? ” The blonde asked, eager to change the subject matter.

“ Why? You ask this every week. If I suddenly change my name to Almighty Visitor Of Creepy Therapists, I’ll tell you… Speaking of which, stop looking at my little brother, ” Inge told her stubbornly.

“ Inge! ” Wolf exclaimed in a scolding manner. “ Her full name is Ingrid Liesel Beatrix Heidi Anneliese Jaeger, ” He clarified, giving his sister a slight glare from his dark grey eyes. Inge simply returned the glower, which somehow seemed more menacing coming from her emerald green ones.

“ Well, that is quite a long name. Your parents must have put a lot of thought into it. They must love you very much, ” The therapist cooed, writing down the information she had been given.

“ Our parents are dead, ” Inge commented, uninterested in the attempted flattery.

“ Inge! ” Her younger brother once more scolded her, this time turning himself properly around to face her.

“ Fine. One’s dead and the other left, with our other brother, ” The older girl commented. Her voice sounded genuine, as if she thought he was actually reprimanding her for giving wrong information.

“ Why, that must have been quite tragic. Inge, darling, what was your other brother’s name? ” Miss Therapist inquired, leaning forward slightly.

“ It’s Ingrid to you. If you must know, his name was Theo. For the record his full name was Theodoric Luka Axel Jaeger, ” Inge said, her voice once more dripping with sarcasm.

“ My, your mother leaving you must have been hard on you. Especially since she took your brother, as well, ” By this point Inge had given up caring what the woman was saying. She only gave a nod in reply.

“ I’m sorry. I don’t think we’re going to get anywhere today. My sister’s in one of her moods. Could we reschedule this, to a later date? ” Wolf asked, getting up out of his seat. As he did so his palm closed around his sister’s wrist, pulling her up with him. After the details of the next meeting were planned, the two siblings left the building at once. Much to the joy of Inge.

“ Inge, you really need to start taking these things seriously. You… You need help. I need you to get help. I don’t know what I’d do without you around. You’re my big sister, ” Wolf said, giving the girl a sheepish smile.

“ Don’t be stupid, Wolf. You’re strong enough to handle things without me. What you need is to focus on your own life. Get a degree or go swim with dolphins, do something worth the effort, ” Inge told him, slinging an arm around the younger boy’s shoulder. As the two walked home, playfully teasing each other, they were blissfully unaware that they were being watched.

Inge woke up the following day, as a few cheeky shafts of light flickered past her drawn curtain. Stretching herself out, she let a yawn roll from her tongue. Pulling on a faded summer dress, that was now closer to grey than it was white, she gathered up her things and dropped them carelessly into her satchel. It would be a pain to dig out what she needed, among all the other clutter, later on but she was still too groggy to give a damn. Pulling on a small set of sandals, she made her way out into the crisp morning.

As she arrived at college, Inge was greeted by a group of preppy girls. Despite the fact they all made the effort to greet her, not one of them ever looked up from their phones. It saddened Inge that to avoid being bullied, she had been forced to befriend the likes of such people. Not that she had anything against preppy girls or texting. It was only that she was sure, if by some irreversible blunder, she ever let them find out who she really was they’d send her to the slaughter.

These girls on a whole, you must understand, were not nice people. Not in the slightest. The things they said, they sometimes made Inge want to curl up into a ball of human despair and cry. The things that came out of their mouths, flowing past their smeared lipstick lips, crushed her faith in humanity. Funnily enough, Inge had managed to be everything they despised. They’d tease people with learning disabilities, while she was currently waiting to hear back about getting the support she needed to deal with her Dyslexia. Then they’d jeer at the ‘emo freaks’, as they so affectionately labelled them, sitting in the corner while all Inge wanted to do was join them. Occasionally they’d even harass some of the openly gay students, ironically while Inge was texting her girlfriend. All these things, made her hate college.

However there was a bright side. The actual work. Yes, Inge was one of those rare and strange people who enjoyed course work. This was because the course she was taking was mostly practical and she was studying to be a make-up and tattoo artist. For just now, she was simply tracing out a stencil. A needed skill for any good tattoo artist.

“ Inge! ” Looking up from her tracing, the girl’s deeply coloured gaze looked up at the newcomer before her. One of her 'friends’. A girl by the name of Angela, know she was far from angelic.

“ Yes? ” Inge responded simply, putting on a fake little smile just for Angela. The brunette gave a confident turn of her lips. It wasn’t quite a smile, it seemed a little too smug for such a warm word.

“ Tomorrow is my auntie’s wedding. I’m going to be her maid of honour, naturally. I need someone to do my make-up and my usual girl is booked out. So, you’re doing it, ” She wasn’t even asking. It was a demand and it didn’t try to disguise itself as anything else. It seemed as if Angela thought, no matter what Inge was doing tomorrow, she was more important than the shorter girl.

“ Of course, sweetie. How could I say no to my BFF? ” Inge said, using a chirpy voice to sugar coat her bitterness. Something in her at that moment changed. Maybe it was just a build up but whatever it was, it was shimmering in Inge’s eyes and drawing a mischievous smirk onto her face.

That night, Inge stood in her bathroom. It was already rolling around into the early hours of the morning and her eyes were sunken from the lack of sleep. Yet, despite that she continued on with that she was doing. The buzz of the tattoo gun and the mild pain of the needle sinking into her skin kept her awake. Buzz… Buzz, buzz… Buzz, buzz… A few drops of red dropped down into the sink, as a result of slightly too much pressure. Inge stopped for a moment, to admire her handiwork. A grin plastered to her face. Moving to her next task, she picked up her make-up case and began to remove it’s contents one by one. Then, her eyes went to assorted bleaches and containers that were stored under the sink.

“ You’re late! ” Angela snapped, as Inge walked into her room. Yet as soon as the words left her mouth, she felt an odd sense of regret. Something seemed… Off. You know when you can instinctively tell when your little sibling’s swapped your box of chocolate with their own? You can’t quite tell what’s wrong with it at first but you know sooner or later you’ll find all the good sweets are gone minus that one half eaten and licked one.

“ I’m sorry… So very… Sorry… ” Inge’s voice was the empty wrapper, if you will. It was different from yesterday. It was no longer laced with that certain something that made it belong to Inge. Monotone, was probably the best word to describe it.

“ Um, well it’s fine. I guess. The wedding’s not until three anyway, ” Angela assured, feeling a lump forming in her throat. She didn’t know why she was feeling so paranoid. It was just Inge after all. What could Inge, the loser girl she’d taken under her wing, do to hurt her? What indeed.

Angela shifted uncomfortably, as her sense of dread began to manifest. A shiver ran down her spine, as if someone had dropped ice-cubes down the back of her dress, as Inge lifted her head upwards. Even as Inge applied the gorgeous pink lipstick to her lips, she didn’t seem focussed on it. No, all while the girl applied the make-up her eyes bore into Angela’s.

“ Here, ” Inge said, stopping quite suddenly to remove a small bottle from her pocket. Upon closer inspection it appeared to be a breath freshener, one of those fancy ones in the tinted bottles. “ I know your boyfriend’s going to be there today, ” Inge said, giving a slight wink as she passed the little vial. Angela smiled, accepting the little gift. It seemed regular Inge was back, much to her relief. Now, it seemed silly she was ever scared. Inge was probably just overworked from all the studying she did, the brunette decided.

“ Oh, honey. You’re always looking out for me. You know I do the same, we’re BFFs, after all, ” Angela cooed, wrapping her arms around the other girl and giggling lightly. As she did so, she couldn’t help notice something as she drew back. A smear of concealer on her fingers and a few patches of white on Inge’s shoulder. Before she could ask about it she was pulled to her feet, being escorted out of her room.

“ Of course! Now, you have a wedding to attend don’t you? ” Inge reminded her, walking her out and to the car that awaited her. Angela got herself into the car, half watching Inge wave her off in the mirror. What a loser, Angela thought before proceeding to text another one of her 'BFFs’ about it.

As the organ began to ring out, it’s music alerting the choir to their queue, the blushing bride began to make her way down the aisle. Angela smiled politely as she past, know she’d never really liked her at heart. As the long and tedious vows went on Angela decided to sneak outside, for a quick cigarette.

“ Angela, baby! ” Angela smiled, as she came outside to find her boyfriend, Jace and his merry band of jocks smoking. Stealing a draw of a cigarette from one of the males, she chattered with them for a moment or so. Eventually the posse of parading youths drifted away, leaving Angela and Jace. Inevitably Jace had managed to push the short cream skinned girl up against the church wall and was leaning in for a kiss.

“ Hold on, just a sec’, ” Angela turned her head away, sticking her small hand into her similar sized and appropriately named handbag. Rummaging around, her finger tips brushing against loose change and nail varnish, she eventually pulled out the petite and pretty glass bottle. Jace raised an eyebrow but he seemed to understand the concept, as Angela sprayed the liquid into her mouth.

After several moments, most of which consisted of the two shoving their tongues so far down each others throats it would make a circus performer jealous, Angela abruptly broke away. Using the back of his hand to break the beads of saliva that stretched from each of their mouth, Jace gave her an annoyed glare.

“ What was that for? ” He demanded to know. Angela didn’t reply at first. Instead she simply choose to flail, grasping at her own throat.

“ M-My throat… It’s… It’s like it’s on fire… Oh, god… ” Angela forced out in a hoarse voice, taking noticeable effort to form even the most basic of words.

“ Angela, babe, what are-, ” Jace cut off because it was at this moment he began to feel it as well. He was the better off of the two, his anguish slightly less than his girlfriend’s however it was still agonising. Unknown to them, as they stood and panicked, chemicals were working away at the flesh in their throat. Burning at the human meat inside of their neck. Slowly disintegrating their windpipes. In this sense, Jace wasn’t better off as it would take longer for the acid to do the dark deed. Their bodies were found later on the eve of that day. Ghastly holes were burned in the skin of their necks and a few remaining drops of the concoction that killed them oozed out of their corpses, seeping into the cracks in the concrete.

“ Pretty grisly, right? ” Wolf asked Inge, holding up a copy of the local paper and pointing a digit at the headline. His sister gave a shrug, before suddenly bursting into hysterics. Her cackling sounded maniacal and sadistic. Good old fashion nightmare fuel.

“ You… You want to know a secret, little brother? ” Inge asked, looking up at him. Her body had been doubled over due to her unnerving chuckles, so when she moved her gaze up to him now her body was hunched into an unnatural looking pose. As if her spine had suddenly turned to mush.

“ Sure? ” Wolf replied, a little taken back by his sister’s sudden deranged behaviour. Maybe he should call up that therapist and get her appointment rescheduled to sooner? Inge seemed pleased by his answer, as she sat in her ragdoll inspired way as she began snickering again.

“ Okay, little brother… Just you wait right here, ” Inge instructed, getting to her feet and pointing to the spot Wolf was currently occupying. Slinking past him, another snigger came from her as she danced up the stairs.

It had been half an hour. Wolf had taken this time alone he had been gifted with to further worry himself about his sister. Had he missed something? He was sure he had been doing everything right to help his darling elder sister. Yet, now she was acting so strange. Being the person he was, Wolf instantly blamed himself for this odd new way Inge was expressing herself in.

“ I’m back! ” Inge’s voice called in a sing-song voice. Wolf was pulled from his bottomless pit of self blaming and loath, removing his gaze from his shoes and moving to face his sister.

“ Alright, Inge, what is-… ” Wolf took a shaky breathe. What had happened to his sister? This couldn’t be right!

“ I just had to remove the concealer and add a little make-up. You know, pretty myself up a little bit, ” Inge told him, dusting her dress off a little. A vast tattoo covered the girl’s body. Bones were etched on, in a somewhat cartoony fashion, over the places they were within her body. Even her face was tattooed but this was done differently to the rest. Instead of a regular head shaped collection of calcium and marrow being forever marked on her, her face now resembled that of a sugar skull. Little grey petal-like shapes surrounded the black circle that spread around her eyes. Over her white lips, which now blended into the rest of her pale face, were little lines drawn vertical to resemble little rows of teeth. After her lips ended a horizontal line took over, giving her mouth a skinless appearance if not close. To decorate was a little spider’s web, placed on her forehead and given the odd jewel in between the webs. In particular was a little white diamanté, set in the centre of the web. However for some reason the little spider itself had found her left cheek a more appealing spot to call home.

“ What… What have you done, Inge? ” Wolf choked out, staring at his beloved sister. He just couldn’t understand why she would do this? His breathing hitched, as his distress grew but Inge simply continued to smile.

“ Don’t you like it brother? Look, I got this grey dress to match and everything. I did this just for you. Angela was suppose to see it before I killed her but plans change, ” Inge said, pouting at him as she stalked forth. Wolf backed away from her, taking slow but deliberate steps backwards as she approached. This game of cat and mouse continued for several minutes, until the younger of the two Jaeger’s was left with his back pressed to the wall.

“ Inge… I swear, stay back! You’re scaring me! ” Wolf barked, trying to sound intimidating. What was she saying to him? Surely, this couldn’t be true? The twisted girl let out a sinister breathy chuckle, continuing her advances towards her little brother. In desperation, Wolf resorted to brute force. Using his larger mass to bat Inge to the side, he rushed past her fallen form. Racing into the hallway before bounding up the steps, taking them two at a time, he leapt into his room and dived onto his bed. Shimmying up to the top, he moved to snatch his phone from it’s place on the bedside table… But it wasn’t there.

“ Oh, little brother! ” Inge’s voice rang out. Judging by the inconsistency of the thumping, she was hopping up the stairs. As if she was toying with him, to know she was coming. Ever so slowly coming but coming none the less. Wolf began to panic. Sister or not, he was dealing with a psychopath now. He searched in desperation for anything he could use to defend himself with, as the sound of Inge childishly moving upwards struck him like bullets. Eventually he found something. It wasn’t ideal, far from it but if he could bring himself to do it then it would do. There was still something in him that couldn’t bare to lay a hand to his elder sister. The sister who had brought him up for all these years. Weighing the baseball bat in his grasp, he ran a finger down the aluminium. He’d never actually played baseball, he only had the bat for means of protection in the first place but never in all his nightmares had he ever prepared himself to use it against the last member of family he had.

Wolf prepared himself, weighing the weapon again. It was heavy but not so much he couldn’t easily swing it. As he stood by the door, he noticed the absence of stomps as his sister’s feet hit the floor. She was on the landing now. As if to confirm his suspicions the door began to creep open. A figure began to emerge from the hall.

Thwack!

Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!

M Wolf breathed heavily, as he stood with the bat held over his shoulder and ready to strike again. Inge lay curled up, her blood pooling around her, as she lay in the space between the male’s two legs.

“ L-Little brother… Why? ” Inge asked in a muffled voice, with her hands on her head. Wolf continued to pant, taking deep inhales and shaking his head.

“ You’re a monster, ” Wolf growled, letting the bat drop down to his side. A snicker, followed by a coughing fit, emanated from the limp girl.

“ Says the guy who just beat me with a metal club, ” Inge retorted, picking herself up from the floor. Wolf watched as his wrecked, bloodied sister returned to her full height. Despite the years between them the boy was both stronger and taller.

“ You admitted to killing two people! ” Wolf said, his voice gruff as he continued to struggle for air.

“ Yeah but it’s okay. If he said it was okay, I don’t see why you’re so annoyed, ” Inge told him, struggling to stand on her feet.

“ He? ” Wolf questioned curtly.

“ The faceless man. He said it was okay. He gave me some things, too, ” Inge told his bewildered sibling. “ Like this necklace, ” What Inge described as a necklace was more of a collar. As she held it up, it looked velvety in material. The buckle that held it together at the front looked silver. Not cheap painted plastic. Proper precious material. A little O shape, crossed with an X.

“ Inge… Let’s just… Calm down and call your therapist, okay? ” Wolf said, dropping his bat and extending upwards his arms in sign of surrender. Then he opened his limbs outwards, inviting the girl for a cuddle.

“ He also gave me this, ” And just like that the tables were turned. All know in strength he was superior to Inge, Wolf was smart enough to know against struggling against a knife. “ It’s a butterfly knife, or a balisong if you will, ” Inge explained, as she pressed the blade to her brother’s throat. Wolf whimpered in pain, as he felt the warm red liquid stroll down his neck.

“ What happened to my sister? ” Wolf asked, through his sobs and occasional high pitched whines.

“ You can be such a baby sometimes, little brother. Now, pick up the bat, ” Inge instructed, backing off to give him room to do so. Wolf was too busy with his welling eyes, weeping over the lose of his sister’s sanity, to question it and retrieved the item. Inge snatched the bat from his hands, as soon as he straightened up.

“ I’m in agony, little brother. It’s only fair you get to feel what metal crashing against your skull feels like too… ” Inge told him. Dropping her balisong back into the place she had originally concealed it in, her bra, she readied her heavier weapon. Wolf squeezed his eyes shut.

Thwack!

Yet, no pain ever came. Wolf peeled one of his eyes open, to find Inge had just driven the bat against the wall and left a small hole next to his head. Looking to the deranged girl for an explanation, he got another blood curdling laugh.

“ You think I’d ever properly hurt my baby brother? A little scratch or two, I can live with that, you’ll get over it. However I’m sure you need your head, even if it’s a bit on the empty side, ” Inge said, pinching his cheeks. As Wolf began to recover from that fright, he felt a sudden sickness coming on. His vision began to blur and his ears popped, in result to the random cracks and whirls of static.

“ Gute nacht, kleiner bruder… ” Wolf barely made out his sister’s final words to him. His hearing went first but his vision last. So while all his other senses were in absence, Wolf was left staring at his sister. Her eyes had gone blank, completely white… And there was a hand, a hand on her shoulder. A large, bony hand that when his gaze followed it back he found a terrible creature. So pale and featureless, it almost seemed like an insult for it to be wearing a suit. Finally his vision began to fail him and he barely saw his sister vanishing, with the towering faceless monstrosity.

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