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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 4 months

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The Eclipses Show

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,485 Words

Summary: The Backup wakes up a day after his death and Solar makes a deal with him.

Warnings: Injury, Eye Trauma, Limb Loss, Head Trauma, Cursing, Blood Loss (Oil), Surgery (kinda), Dead Bodies (mentioned only), let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 2: The Bitch Came Back

Eclipse gave a pained groan as he woke up, turning onto his side and his claws dug into the padded floor under them, eyes cracking open. Well, one of them opened. His right eye was there, the other was nowhere to be found and the wires were fizzling with sparks of violently disconnected machinery.

His left arm. He couldn’t feel it, but he could see it there. He tried to flex its fingers but, ultimately, it didn’t move. He looked at his body and found he was missing from his right thigh down and his back felt like a train had run him over.

“Oh Jesus fuck.” He heard a voice and looked up at a copy of himself. Wait…the other Eclipse? The nice one? He groaned and pressed his face into the padded floor to wince at the way his rays were bent at uneven angles and some broken off.

He tried to retract his rays to show he was in pain, that he wasn’t going to do anything. God, it was a migraine. Some were broken off and the warped metal slid into his faceplate with a high scratching sound like nails on a chalkboard. Others simply didn’t pull in at all, too warped to do so without breaking his faceplate off entirely.

“Okay. Alright. How the fuck did you survive even?” The other Eclipse asked.

“Dunno.” He answered honestly. “Put me down. Please.” Eclipse told him. He had made it easy, all the other had to do was yank out his wires from the back of his head, which was exposed to him. Maybe step on and crush his circuit board and take out and break his personality chip.

It would be so easy to just kill him and get it over with, but-

“No. Sit up.” The other demanded. Eclipse gave a look back at him and slowly sat up with his right arm as support, shaking with effort that just sitting up was for him right now.

His head pounded and his back throbbed with exposed internal workings, his right leg was stinging with pain and oil loss. He was woozy from the effects his body gave. Loosing oil was like losing blood and warnings were flashing in his eyes that he was within critical damage and his oil was at past critical low levels. He would die if he tried to move one more time probably.

“Look me in my eyes and tell me why I should let you live.” The other demanded of him.

“You shouldn’t.” He immediately told him. This seemed to take the other by surprise a bit.

“Alright. Then you sit still until I give you an oil transfusion.” The other knelt with him, moving his right stump, clamping the oil lines there with a piece of twine, probably what he had on him that would do the job. But it did stop the oil loss.

Eclipse did as the other asked, stayed where he was. Though he was questioning why he was being helped instead of killed and his dead body thrown into the portal to his old dimension for Moon to torment and destroy.

Solar came back with a machine full of a gallon of oil, which he put into an oil line in his right arm with tape over it so the needle wouldn’t simply fall out and leave an extra wound where he was leaking oil.

“Why are you helping me?” Eclipse asked.

“Look. I don’t give a fuck if you’re evil or whatever. I can’t kill you. I physically can’t. I’ll have a nervous breakdown over it and I know it. It would be like killing myself. I am not putting my mental state into that place. So you are gonna fuckin sit here, take your oil replacement, let me fix you, and you are going to be a good person after. Got that? I will fix you and you will behave. Or I will ship you to Moon otherwise. Then you get to beg for mercy he doesn’t have for you.” The other told him.

“Th-Thank you.” Eclipse sat letting the oil fix the detrimental levels in his systems. He simply let the other, maybe he could call him Solar?, look at his injuries and begin to get the parts together to go to Parts & Service.

By the time the oil was in his system, Eclipse felt less deathly sick, less trembly and dizzy with oil loss. Solar? had looked over his exposed internal machinery in his back and had thankfully not found anything damaged. Solar had also replaced his back casing already and calibrated it while the oil was transfusion was running into his system.

“Alright, up you go, hobbles.” Solar demanded him, unhooking the oil transfusion machine and took Eclipse’s right hand, hooking his other hand under Eclipse’s left ribs. Oh…his left arm was a goner of Solar wouldn’t even touch it to support him. So he was losing two limbs today.

“Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna drop ya.” Solar told him, putting Eclipse’s arm over his shoulders and letting himself be used as a can on Eclipse’s right side for his lost right leg. Eclipse winced with walking but Solar must be proving he could still use his left leg on the wait down to Parts & Service.

Eclipse gave a groan as Solar set him into the tube’s chair and put the new white and blue full right leg and a whole black and purple arm into the part machine. He also could see a new green and black faceplate and a pink left eye.

“This might be a little painful, it has to take off the remains of your right leg and left arm to attach the new ones and it’s going to take your rays out.” Solar told him.

“Solar?” Eclipse asked.

“Is that what you’re gonna call me?” Solar asked with a chuckle. “Yeah, what?” Solar asked.

“Can…Can you hold my hand?” Eclipse asked.

“Yeah, fine.” Solar stepped into the tube with him and shut the door, slipping his left hand to hold Eclipse’s right hand in his own. It made Eclipse relax to have someone with him when this process was absolutely terrifying.

He saw the machine begin to do its work, disconnecting his right leg at the hip joint and his left arm at his shoulder joint. He shut his eye tight and tried to focus on the feeling of Solar holding his hand, anything but the searing pain of disconnected limbs.

The tube connected the new limbs and started instantaneous calibration. Eclipse opened his right eye to see the machine descending an arm and taking off his remaining faceplate and rays and he squeezed Solar’s hand as it put his new left eye in and replaced faceplate.

“It’s over. Breathe.” Solar assured him and Eclipse nodded softly, taking a big breath to assure Solar.

“Alright. Let’s get back to the daycare and get you new clothes. You can’t go around with half your clothes basically.” Solar told him.

“Thank you.” Eclipse was a bit shaky on his new leg but he held to Solar’s hand still, letting Solar lead him to the daycare.

Once there, Solar threw a pair of black pants and a night cap with white constellations on them and a black shirt and new black and white ruffles. An entirely new outfit. It looked like it was a moon model’s kind of outfit.

“Yeah, we almost had a Star and Sky model here. Turns out Fazbear didn’t like their AIs and wanted to just scrap them. I kept their base models and outfits because I figured maybe I might need em. I’ll probably replace your casing for Star’s later so you match or whatever. Just so they don’t question why you’re here. I can say you just activated for some reason.” Eclipse looked at him with a cringe.

“You really kept two basically dead bodies?” Eclipse scrunched his nose at that.

“It’s not like we don’t already.” Solar gestured upstairs meaning his brothers.

“Oh…” Eclipse realized Solar must not have had an easy separation from that. He decided not to pick at it and simply went to get changed into the outfit.

When Eclipse came back, he saw Solar and his Moon. A temporary panic came over him as he saw Solar’s Moon.

“Eclipse, this is Crescent.” Solar introduced him.

“Hi, extra parasite.” Crescent greeted him.

“Be nice. Please.” Solar sighed.

“What? He is.” Crescent growled. Solar gave a bigger sigh and pinched his nose in annoyance.

There was suddenly a rustling in the ball pit and Solar and Eclipse looked up to see a third Eclipse in the ball pit looking panicked and confused as he looked at Solar and Eclipse.

“And now you have fucking two friends here! Worthless parasite, come get your little child!” Crescent announced angrily.

“Oh fuck.” Solar breathed out.

#sun and moon show #sams #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #the eclipses show au #fnaf eclipse #fnaf solar #fnaf good eclipse #fnaf evil moon #fnaf crescent #snoweywrites #tw injury mention #tw eye trauma mention #tw limb loss mention #tw head trauma mention #tw surgery mention #tw blood loss mention #tw dead body mention

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Heeseung was busy in the kitchen washing dishes when he heard the phone ringing. It was none other than his bloodthirsty friend calling. But why? *What could he possibly want now?* Heeseung thought to himself before answering the call. “Hello?” “Hey buddy. Quick question for ya. Pay attention, I need you to listen carefully and answer honestly. Have you been talking to any girls lately?” “No, why?” “Are you sure? You know what happens when you lie to me.” The sound of chains rattling followed by weak feminine whimpering halted his thoughts. “Wait!” There was a moment of silence before Heeseung responded. “There is one girl. But we’re just friends. Please don’t hurt her.” “Hurt who? Your insipid, bratty little sister…or your shiny new toy? If you care so much about either one of these sluts, you should introduce your girlfriend to your friends. You know our tradition.” “I’ll do whatever you want. Just please don’t hurt my sister.” “Now…why would I do something like that? This is your only sister. Honestly, she’s really all the family you have.” Heeseung was afraid to speak. He knew saying the wrong thing wouldn’t go so well for his sister, but he had to speak to her. It was the only way he could be sure that she was okay. “Can I talk to her?” “Of course you can, friend.” “H-Haerin…” he could only hear the sound of her muffled whimpers. “Your big brother is talking to you. Have some respect, you little bitch.” His friend smacked Haerin across the face before ripping the gag off of her mouth. He then proceeded to choke her, and her agonizing wails filled Heeseung’s ears. “LEAVE HER ALONE!” He screamed. “Okay.” His friend replied. “Heeseung! Help me!” Haerin cried before the call abruptly cut off. Heeseung fell to the ground, crying. He was his friend’s helpless puppet. Forced to follow his every command for the sake of his sister.

Heeseung grew up in an orphanage. After his parents and older brother died in a car crash, he was sent to a home for abandoned children. That’s where he met Haerin. At this time, Heeseung was almost 12 years old and Haerin was already 7. She came from an abusive family. Her father was an alcoholic and when he’d have a little too much to drink, he’d beat her and her mother. His excuse was that he was ex-military and suffering from PTSD. But that was just a bullshit lie to cover up the fact that he was a monster. When he hospitalized her mother from broken bones and a concussion, he told the doctors that she had attempted suicide by jumping out of a window. In reality, he had thrown her down the stairs. Another lie to mask the years of physical and mental abuse he had done to her. Her mother was sent to a mental institution, and Haerin was left in the care of her father. Unlike her mother, who was home most of the time, Haerin went to school. As the bruises became more severe, her 3rd grade teacher filed a police report against her father. He was arrested after proven guilty and she was sent to the orphanage. But her nightmare didn’t stop there. A group of older boys constantly picked on her, but when Heeseung found out, he threatened to kill them if they ever lay another finger on her head. From that moment on, the two of them grew closer. And when Heeseung left, he took her with him. She was like his little sister and he swore to protect her, no matter what.

His friend told him he had to introduce you to the rest of his friends. He knew he needed to act quickly or else…he didn’t even want to think about what would happen if he didn’t do exactly as he was told.

Ring. Ring. You picked up the phone to see that Heeseung was calling. “Hey.” You said in a chipper voice. You were always excited to talk to him. “Hey. Are you busy today? I want to introduce you to my friends.” He replied. You couldn’t tell that anything was wrong with him. He had to be sure that you didn’t suspect a thing. “Actually, I have to run a few errands today. I’ve got to restock my fridge, do my laundry, head to the library to study for the big exam coming up, I also have to go shopping because I need a new dress…” Heeseung’s heart sank as these words left your mouth. “Just kidding!” You giggled. “What time do you wanna meet up?” “As soon as possible.” “Hehe. Alright, well, give me like thirty minutes before you come pick me up.” “What! That’s how long it takes for me to get to your apartment.” “I know.” You said playfully before hanging up.

Heeseung group messaged all of his friends to meet up. Jake, Sunghoon, and Jay. He had a small friend group. Excluding his murderous friend would make this group even smaller. But he knew if he cut him off…he would kill his sister. She was captured on her way off to college. She was very smart, so after she graduated high school, Heeseung helped her get into a 4-year university not far from where he lived. She was supposed to be living on campus right now. But after his friend caught him snooping, he kidnapped his sister to keep him from telling the cops. If he knew where his sister was being held, he would’ve ratted on him by now.

Heeseung picked you up and drove you to Jake’s house. Jake typically has the best snacks, drinks, and games. So his house was the best place to go. Sunghoon’s apartment is pretty quiet. The most exciting thing would be his coffee machine—that and his collection of card/board games. And Jay…well Jay’s house feels two steps away from some expensive condo. His house would be better for a dinner date or something.

“Wassup bro?” Jake said, handing Heeseung a cold beer. “Sunghoon and Jay are in the living room. You can join them if you like,” He continued, pointing his beer bottle toward the living room. “Is this your girlfriend?” Jake asked before teasing Heeseung. “Guysss! Deungie has a girlfriend!” He laughed before grabbing you around the waist. “Jake is handsy with everyone. Don’t mind him. A little tradition of ours is that anytime one of us gets a girlfriend, we all get a one on one with her. It’s kinda like a test. No pressure.” Jay said to you from the couch. You were slightly nervous about just going off with his friends alone, but what’s the worst that could happen?

Jake still had his hand around your waist as he walked you to the kitchen. “You’re really pretty.” Jake said as he turned to face you. “I mean…I could look at you all day long. Heeseung’s a lucky guy to have a cutie like you.” He continued, gently gliding his hand across your cheek. “That’s enough flirting, Jakey.” Jay hollered. “Okay. Okay. I was just messing around.” He chuckled. “Would you like something to drink? If you’re not a drinker, I have soda, juice, and water. Your choice.” He continued as he opened the refrigerator. You went for a Cola. “So, tell me about yourself. What’d you like? What’re you interested in? Stuff like that. Here I’ll go first and you can copy me.” Jake held your hand and walked you over to the set of wooden bar stools. “Hello, I’m Jake. I’m a bit of an airhead and a bit of a flirt. My friends tell me that if I were as great of a genius as am a clown that I’d have a higher GPA. Hmm, let’s see what else. I can also be easily distracted by beautiful women like yourself.” He winked. “Jake!” Jay shouted. “Relax. I’m only teasing. Can a guy have a little fun?” Jake laughed. “Alright, now it’s your turn.” “Okay…I’m Y/N and…I-I don’t know. There isn’t really much to say.” You stuttered. “Way to go, filling her brain with your bullshit.” Jay threw a pillow at Jake, spilling some of his beer on his shirt. “Aww fuck. Seriously Jay!? I’ll be right back,” Jake said, tugging at his shirt before walking off.

Jay motioned his hand for you to come sit by him. As you walked over to have a seat, Jay pulled you to sit on his lap. “Sorry about Jake. He’s kinda like the pet in our family. Sometimes you gotta smack him if he gets too friendly.” “It’s okay.” You chuckled nervously. *First, Jake. Now, Jay. What’s up with the men in this house? They’re obviously attractive, but I’m not interested. And why do they keep calling me Heeseung’s girlfriend? We’ve never even kissed.* you thought to yourself as Jay played with your hair. “Hey. I’m gonna borrow Y/N for a second. I need her help with something.” Jay said to Heeseung. He gently patted your waist before leading you down the hallway by the hand. “What did you need my help with?” You asked, but he didn’t respond. He just flashed you with a sly smirk before opening one of the doors down the hall. Jake was lying on the bed, still shirtless. “I was wondering what was taking you so long.” Jake smiled. “We’re not in here for you.” Jay scoffed. “Aww come on. It’s been a while since we had a three way. And she’s the perfect girl for us.” “I’m sure she’d agree some other time, but right now you need to go.” “What?” “Put your damn shirt on and leave.” Jake scoffed before aggressively pulling a plain white tee over his head.

“Ok, so what the hell are we doing back here? I’m not in the mood for some weird, freaky sesh with you.” “No, it’s nothing like that. You just reminded me of something.” “What?…” Jay waited a few minutes before he finally spoke. “There’s something very serious that I need to tell you about Heeseung,” but before Jay could finish, Sunghoon barged in. “Heeseung’s looking for you two.” “Tell him we’re busy.” “I don’t think he’ll care.” “Just gimme a few minutes.” “Fine…I’ll tell him.” Sunghoon said as he closed the door behind himself. “I don’t know how much you really care about him or how much you really know but—“

Heeseung barged through the door. “Let’s go. I’m taking you home.” “What? Why?” Now you were worried. What was Jay trying to tell you? Should you be afraid? Why was Heeseung in such a rush to bring you back home? You hadn’t even been there an hour, and he already wanted to go. Heesueng grabbed your arm, squeezing it so tight that you refused to argue.

He drove around for a bit before parking at a gas station. He had a stern expression and was dead silent until you built up enough courage to ask him what the hell was going on. “What happened back there?” You asked. “Nothing. Just stupid guy stuff. You wouldn’t understand.” He grumbled. “Whatever.” You rolled your eyes. “What’d he tell you?” “Huh?” “What’d Jay tell you in that room?” “Why do you care? Are you hiding something?” “Just tell me what the hell he said or I’m ditching your ass on this corner.” You had never seen Heeseung like this. Until now, he was funny and sweet, but now you were left with an aggressive and brash brute. “He didn’t tell me anything.” “I know you’re lying to me.” “I’m not lying. You barged in before he could finish what he was saying.” “Get out.” “Wait, what?” “GET OUT!!” “Heeseung…” He started to aggressively snatch your seatbelt off. Then he stepped out of the car, slammed the door behind him, and walked over to your door. He yanked the door open with so much force that the wind blew past your face. Your eyes filled up with tears. You were terrified at this point. It must’ve been one hell of a secret if he was behaving like this at the thought of you knowing. He froze at the sight of your expression. He closed your door and climbed back into his seat. “I’m sorry…it’s just—it’s just that. About a year ago, I got into a car accident with one of my friends and after that I started to have these blackouts. I’d wake up in places I didn’t recognize. One time, I woke up near a dumpster covered in blood. When I finally went to the doctor about it, he prescribed me some medications. And they’ve been working, but it’s still something I’d rather not share. I occasionally have mood swings, I have something for that as well, and I even have vivid nightmares about dying…” “Heeseung I didn’t know it was that serious.” “We can stop hanging out after today if you want.” “I’m not going anywhere, but from now on you don’t need to be afraid to tell me anything. I’d just prefer if you didn’t scare the hell out of me.” “Sorry about that.” “And don’t drag me around like some rag doll.” “Sorry about that too.”

After dropping you off, Heeseung went back to his house. Embarrassed of the way he behaved, he just wanted to forget this whole day happened. He grabbed a beer from the pantry. Heeseung hated warm beer, but he just needed a drink. He wished he could go back to the day of the car crash. If he had only stayed home…

( 4:56pm — October 14 )

It was the day before Heeseung’s birthday and he planned to go out with his friends to celebrate til midnight. “Haeri, I’m gonna be going out in an hour with some friends. I wrapped up some dinner for you on the stove. You can eat it whenever you’re ready.” “Well, I’m ready now. No big brother means I can eat as many snacks as I want.” Haerin giggled as she took a seat on a metal bar stool. “Since you’re gonna be out all night, can I invite my friends over?” “No way.” “Awww. Pleeeeeeeease.” “Which friends are you referring to?” “Just Minji and Danielle.” “And who are they bringing?” “Bruh…I don’t know.” “Well, if they’re not here before I leave, you can forget about it.” “Okay.” Haerin pulled out her phone to FaceTime with the two girls. “Hey ladiesssss!” “Heyyy.” Minji said in a singsong voice. “What’s up girlie?” Danielle chimed. “Heeseung said I can have a sleepover tonight. Are y’all down?” “Of course we are.” “I’m already picking out my pjs.” “Oooh Dani, can you pick up some snacks?” “Totally. Should I get some movies too?” “No, I think we’re good here.” “How about face masks? We can have a little spa night, too. I’ll bring my nail kit.” “Yes, we’ll do all of that.” “Are boys allowed?” “Absolutely NOT!” Heeseung shouted from his room. “I’ll take that as a no,” Minji said before the girls bursted into laughter. “But you guys gotta be quick. He wants to see who’s gonna be here before he leaves.” “Okay, we’ll be there.”

( 5:50pm — October 14 )

As instructed, the girls arrived a little less than an hour later with so many bags they looked like they were moving in. Either that or it was a Christmas surprise. Right after the girls’ parents dropped them off, Beomgyu drove up to pick up Heeseung. “Hurry, birthday boy! We’re already late and you only have a few more hours until you’re officially 21!” Beomgyu shouted from the driver’s seat. “Alright, I’m coming!” Heeseung shouted back. “You girls have full access to the house. Just stay out of my room, okay? That’s the only rule.” “What about boys?” Minji asked, flashing a cheeky smile. “No, boys at all. Don’t call them. Don’t text them. Don’t even THINK about them unless they’re your father.” “Booo, you’re no fun.” “What about brothers? Can we think about them?” Danielle chimed. “Uhhh…sure whatever.” Heeseung replied. “Okay, girls, I really gotta go now. See ya later. Bye Rinnie!” “Byee. Love you!” “Love you too,” Heeseung said before heading outside. “Your brother is so cute. Do you think I have a chance with him? I think we’d make a pretty cute couple.” “Eww. Gross. And no way.” “Hehe. Well I’m more interested in his friend.” “Beomgyu?” “No, the other one.” “Oh…yea he’s good looking I guess.”

( 6:14pm — October 14 )

“Okay boys. Who’s ready to PARTY!!” Beomgyu cheered before driving away. “Dude, the party is gonna be so awesome. Oh, and I made the cake. Well, not completely by myself. More like I watched my mom bake it while I licked cake batter from the bowl. But that doesn’t matter anyway, right? It’s the thought that counts.” Beomgyu chuckled. “I can’t wait until you open my gift. I went through hell getting that for you. And you better fucking love it.” His other friend laughed.

( 6:32pm — October 14 )

Unfortunately, the boys never made it to the surprise party they were throwing for Heeseung. As they were on their way, a drunk driver came speeding out of nowhere and collided with them. Beomgyu didn’t make it, but Heeseung and his other friend survived with severe injuries. Beomgyu died right beside him. The steering wheel was jammed right through his chest. It was about 20 minutes before the ambulance finally arrived. His friend in the backseat was unresponsive at the point. And Heeseung sat there the entire time in agonizing pain, both emotional and physical. The wails of Beomgyu’s mother were just as loud as the sirens. “Where’s my son? Where is he? Let me see him! LET ME SEE MY SON DAMMIT!” She caressed his lifeless body and placed kisses on his forehead. “It’s all gonna be okay.” She spoke vainly. Beomgyu had been dead for a while now… Maybe this was her way of coping, talking to her dead son’s body as if he had a wound that a kiss or a bandaid could easily heal.

Back at the hospital, Heeseung was stabilized, but he would need crutches for the next few months. His other friend had suffered from brain trauma and was in a mild coma for a few weeks. Haerin took two weeks off from school to help take care of her brother, and his friend was still in the hospital, accompanied by his grandmother.

His friend finally woke up after 4 months. But his grandmother didn’t hang around much longer after that. Aside from the passing of his grandmother, his friend was never been the same since that accident.

Heeseung shook his head. He hated thinking about that day, but it feels like that’s when everything changed. And not for the better.

The next few days proceeded as normal. The two of you continued to grow closer, despite his actions the other night. You even went over to Heeseung’s apartment for the first time. It was after a long boring day of classes. He thought it would be a good idea to have dinner at his house. “I’m not the best chef, but I can make some pretty good ramen. Is that okay?” “Sure.” You giggled. While he was busy cooking in the kitchen, you looked around. Not trying to be snoopy…you just wanted to see how he lived. The first room you saw was decorated as if he had someone else living with him. A girl. Curious, you stepped in looking around to see a picture frame laying face down on a desk. You lifted it up to reveal a picture of Heeseung and some girl. You had never seen her before and he never mentioned anyone else living with him. Was she his girlfriend? “Hey.” Heeseung’s voice startled you. “Dinner’s ready.” “Oh, okay.” You replied quickly before placing the photo face down.

You sat on the couch next to him with a warm bowl of tasty looking ramen. Heesueng switched on the tv before slurping his ramen. “You wanna know who she is?” His question caught you off guard, but you were curious about this mystery girl. “She’s my sister.” “I didn’t know you had a sister! How come you never told me?” Now you felt weird about assuming the girl was someone he was in a relationship with. “I just didn’t.” “Why? Are you guys not close anymore?” “No…actually. She’s in college.” “Oh really? Which one?” “Why are you interrogating me?” “Sorry…I-“ “Nevermind.” He said, shaking his head. “Well, you asked me if I wanted to know. And now you’re giving me an attitude? If you don’t want to answer the question, then just say that. You don’t have to get all touchy.” Heeseung was surprised by your reply. He was getting defensive over a simple question. “Sh-She’s not in college.” “What? I don’t get it. How is she in college and not in college at the same time?” “She was kidnapped.” “Oh, my gosh. So that’s why you didn’t want to tell me…I’m sorry.” “It’s not your fault. It’s actually mine.” “You can’t blame yourself for some psycho creep that kidnapped your little sister.” “You don’t understand. It really is my fault. I went sticking my nose where it didn’t belong instead of going to the police and now…and now she’s gone.” Heeseung set his ramen down on the coffee table before walking off. You saw his eyes swell up like a dam ready to burst, and you did the one thing any good friend would do.

“Heeseung?” You knocked on his bedroom door before entering. He was facing a wall with his hands against the dresser. “I wasn’t much of a smoker until recently.” He said before rummaging through his drawers to pull out a pack of cigarettes. “It’s hard thinking about how I let her slip through my fingers after swearing to protect her.” You followed Heeseung out to his balcony. “You want one?” “No, that’s ok.” “You sure?” “You know what…sure.” He handed you a cigarette and cupped your face to light it. “There are a few things you don’t know about me.” “Yea, obviously.” “I grew up in foster care. Haerin is my sister, but not biologically. I took her with me when I turned 18. That’s when we moved into this place.” “Oh…wow. I never would’ve thought that.” “Remember how I told you about that car accident?” “Yea…” “Well, there’s more to that story. It was the day before my birthday and my two best friends came over to pick me up. But on our way to the party, a drunk driver hit us… One of my friends died right beside me, and the other friend was in a coma for months.” “Oh my god, Heeseung. I-I don’t know what to say. Just know that I’m here for you whenever you need me, okay?” He was quiet for a bit before he asked you a question that seemed a little too specific to be a random thought. “How would you feel if you knew exactly when you were going to die and how it would happen?” “I guess I’d live my life the best way I could with the time I have left.” “Okay, how would you feel if you were going to die at the hands of your best friend?”

☆ Heesueng POV (story recap/inner thoughts):

︎ ❤︎︎<< { As much as I’m starting to fall in love with her, I regret ever meeting her. She’s perfect. I was being my normal jackass self when I completely exploded on her. I’m surprised she even wants to talk to me anymore. Also, I finally opened up to her about my past. I even told her about Rinnie… If I can at least figure out where he’s hiding her, I’ll be able to save her. I really want to tell Y/N which friend is trying to kill me, but I know he’s just gonna kill her and Haerin if I do… }>>❤︎︎

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zoeykallus · 2 years

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Hey, um, so I'm the anon who asked about the helping the teenager in the bad situation. I wanted to tell you that I'm ok! I'm not in an abusive situation, or ever was. I'm honestly shocked that you took the time to answer that 😅 and that you were so concerned, people usually aren't. But I just wanted to tell you I'm ok, and thank you for checking in. 😊💖

Very glad and relieved to read this 😅 My apologies, I just wasn't sure. Sometimes the one or other ask makes me worry for people 😅 Okay as I promised, you get your HC's 😊

The Bad Batch Headcanons - Reacting To Abuse Of A Minor (Teen)

Warnings: Angst/Hurt/Abuse/ Strong Language

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Abuse comes in many forms. It's not just, physical/ violent or sexual, there is also verbal and psychological/mental abuse. If any of you reading this may feel like being in an abusive situation, reach out to someone around you, an adult you trust. Teachers, neighbours, other none abusive familiy members or parents of friends. Ask them to help you reach out to the proper authorities, you don't have to do this alone. There are hotlines for this kind of thing too, you can find them online. There is no need to be ashamed, it's not your fault.

Summary: For a little while now, at a store near Cid's bar, they witnessed a young teen getting treated poorly, abusiv by a parent. At one day it's just to much to ignore. Here is each batcher's reaction....

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Hunter

He can sense and smell the fear and the unease of that shaky, nervous kid. Never making eye contact, always ducking the head, quiet. He doesn't like what this looks like. Hunter saw new bruises when a sleeve slipped up as the kid worked in the shop. He sighs, feeling uneasy himself. How could he help? Seeing the father, who works the counter, talking down at the kid and the kid ducking like a beaten dog is too much, Hunter snaps.

"Hey asshole!"

The man is looking at him, surprised, a little angry too, but mainly surprised.

"Is this how you treat your own child?!"

Hunter leans on the ounter, both hands down, his look so piercing it could burn holes into dura-steel.

"Next time you think about raising your hand or voice against the kid, you are dealing with me"

"This is none of your bus-"

Hunter grabs the man's collar and pulls him half across the counter.

"I made it my business, if you like it or not"

He's not making empty threats, Hunter will have an eye on the situation whenever he can, even asking Cid to get involved when he can't be around. And he will keep his promise to deal with the man.

Echo

He's angry, grinding his teeth. He thinks that piece of bantha crap shouldn't even be allowed to be around kids, let alone have any. Every time he enters this shop, he feels an uncomfortable tingle under his remaining skin. Seeing that kid, with bruises, the way the kid moves like a beaten, scared dog. It makes him very uneasy.

He didn't really plan to say it out loud at first but he does.

"What kind of person beats his own kid like that?!"

The man behind the counter, the father of the kid looks up, critically. Echo can see he weighs his chances of beating him. A part of Echo hopes he tries so he has an excuse to beat that kriffin son of a bitch up.

But he doesn't.

Later that day, Echo want's to talk to the kid alone.

"Hey kid", Echo approaches the teen who looks up at him with big eyes "If you ever need a place to retreat or need any help, come to Cid's bar. You know where that is?"

The kid nods.

"Good. Now do you see that Omicron shuttle back there on the landing station?"

Another nod.

"That's my brother's and my ship. Whenever you see it and need help, that's another place you can go to"

Echo smiles softly and adds, "Don't give up on yourself kid, it's not your fault"

Wrecker

He can't understand at all, why anyone would hurt their kids, in what way ever. Any kind of abuse is a riddle for him. Wrecker just thinks people are supposed to love their kids and he's not wrong. Whenever Wrecker is in that shop, the father sitting behind the counter, is talking down on his kid, who's doing all the work in the shop. He saw the bruises too. The first time he didn't think much of it. Kids get in troubl sometimes. But by now he knows what's going on and it makes him sad aswell as angry.

He frowns looking down on the man behind the counter.

"Feelin' strong beatin' up your own kid?"

"What?"

"You heard me", Wrecker grumbles.

The man is looking up at Wrecker, he won't pick up a fight with him, he knows that. But he wishes he would.

"Now listen you little shit! If I see any new bruises or hear about you treatin' your kid badly again, I'm coming over and the two of us will tango a little. Got that?!"

The man is not responding, just staring up at Wrecker with clenched teeth.

Wrecker looks at the kid.

"Hey kiddo, if you ever feel like gettin' out of here, go to Cid's and tell her to give you a room. Tell her Wrecker sent you, I'll pay for everything okay?"

The kid blinks, nods meekly and whispers, "Thank you, Sir"

"Nah, don't 'sir' me kid, I'm Wrecker"

Tech

Calm collected Tech may seem a little aloof sometimes, because he's constantly lost in thoughts and calculations. But he is anything but aloof. He's deeply compassionate and sympathetic.

He didn't completely miss what's going on with that kid, but the extend just hit him right now as he sees the bruises on neck and arms. Dark blue, purple and red spots. Weals in places where the child was probably beaten with a belt or similar.

Tech frowns, he's not talking to the man behind the counter, he approaches the kid right away.

"Good morning", he says, friendly with a little smile.

"Morning"

The answer is quiet and careful.

"May I ask how you got hurt?", he asks directly even if with a soft voice.

The kid looks up at the tall man, then to the father, back and forth.

"I fell"

The man in the backround says, "Yeah dumb kid has two left feet"

Tech shoots the man behind the couter a dark sideways glance. Before smiling softly at the kid again.

"Those are not wounds of a fall. You sure you don't want to tell me? Maybe I can help you"

A head shake and the kid hastily looks at the ground.

Tech sighs and walks over to the counter.

"You are beating your child, aren't you?" Tech asks.

"Even if so, what's it to you?"

"I don't like it"

"And what you gonna do about it huh?"

Tech sighs, "Getting myself into trouble I guess"

He picks a device from his belt and shocks the man behind the counter who hits the floor hard.

Tech looks at the startled kid.

"Sorry you had to see this"

Tech puts the device into the kids hand. He explains how to use and charge it.

"I can't do much else aside from offering you to come to Cid's and let me and my brother keep you safe. It's your decision. Until you decide, that device should keep your... father at a distance"

"My father will get his friends and come and get you", the kid warns.

Tech smiles, "That's okay, I'm not alone"

Crosshair

Chewing his toothpick he walks into the shop. He's not surpised to see new bruises on the kid. The man behind the counter, the father, always get's nervous when Crosshair walks in, getting super polite and friendly. Maybe it's that little something sinister that he seems to emmit, that stern, gloomy look. Always critically and quiet.

The kid doesn't dare to really look at Crosshair either. The sniper walks up to the counter, it's the first time he's speaking.

Crosshair is speaking low and snarling,"Do you wanna die an agonizing, slow death?"

The man behind the counter blinks. Looks up at the Sniper, gulping.

"No.... of course not"

"Then stop treating the kid like crap"

Crosshair's look burns into the mans face.

"Understood?"

"But-"

"Did you understand what I said?", Crosshair interrupts.

"Understood...."

Crosshair nods, bends over the counter, coming intimidatingly close.

"Good for you. If I have to hear or see you treating the kid badly again, I'm gonna take my time treating you like you deserve. Never forget that"

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hidingoutbackstage · 1 year

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hey Sid! any thoughts on the “jill physically ages slower because of her t virus infection” stunt that capcom has decided to pull?

Angels, the lot of you <3

Yes the most recent stunt with Jill is infuriating, we all agree with this. The reason for it, at least in my opinion, is that this is a mix of several individually infuriating things culminating in a mistreatment of one of Capcom’s most popular characters for, conceivably, no reason

Reason number 1 why it sucks: It’s laziness. Instead of modeling a new version of Jill from a face model or even from her preexisting design, they decided to use the Jill that was made for r3make. Timeline-wise, they are using a version of Jill Valentine from 17 years ago. Jill is 41 now. She would not look identical to her 24 year old self. But because the people making this movie didn’t feel like putting in the effort for a new design, they decided to reuse this asset and call it a day

However this isn’t the first time Capcom (and its associates since apparently people get mad when I say “Capcom” as if this project is completely separate from the company that the IP belongs to) has reused assets in a lazy way. I have bitched about it a lot, and I will continue to, but the heavily anticipated DLC to Resident Evil: Village is 90% premade assets. Two, maybe three enemies are original? All sets and character models and outfits and props and weapons are things that have been in other games (mostly Village) though. So is this behavior of reusing models and that being deemed a job well done disappointing? Yes. But it isn’t surprising.

Reason number 2 why it sucks: The nonchalant excuse as to why Jill does not age shows a lack of care for canon on the part of whoever decided this lore addition was in any way appropriate, consistent, or hell even coherent in any way. The explanation goes “Jill has always harbored a sense of justice and responsibility, but when she was captured by an enemy during the incident at the Spencer residence, she was subjected to T-virus infection and mind control, causing her to instead aide in the act of bioterrorism. Even after Jill was rescued by Chris, the viral side effects lingered, affecting her body's cell division, and while this suppressed her aging, she also had to contend with the mental after-effects.” Which is fucking bullshit. The T-virus has no side effects that would lead to anything like this. The purpose of the T-virus is to be infectious and to give its host extreme durability and strength. None of that correlates to the physical halt of aging. Not only that, but Jill wasn’t even subjected to T-virus infection WHEN Wesker kidnapped her. She was subjected to a mind control drug. The T-virus was dormant in her system since her infection and curing in Raccoon City in 1998

However once again this is nothing new. Rewriting canon/not understanding canon is something RE has done before. I could go into depth about ALLLLL the things Shadows of Rose did that contradicted a lot of pre-established ideas (rapid fire: HWS still operating under the same name 16 years later, Chris legit asking a teenager to be part of a military group, an infected individual getting to attend public school, none of these line up with the already established world we know) but I’ll be more lenient and talk about RE6. Leon calls the President in that game, Adam Benford, his “friend.” However Leon also states that Benford was the one who recruited Leon into US-STRATCOM which, if you’ll recall, is something Leon was blackmailed into when Sherry’s life was threatened. If Benford was the one to do that, how would Leon consider him a friend? How does his blackmail regarding Sherry never come up despite them both being in this game?

Reason number 3 why it’s sucks, and the biggest one: Women aren’t allowed to age. Plain and simple. Men are, women aren’t. Women are supposed to be young, always, and we’re just supposed to accept that.

Okay okay I’ll elaborate. With a list of RE women and how I think literally every single one falls victim to this

Rebecca is the youngest member of S.T.A.R.S. when we first meet her, in fact she’s so young she just became a legal adult (which makes 26 year old Billy hitting on her 100x creepier) and before Vendetta, 0 and 1 were her only appearances, this kid-aged girl. I won’t get into how misogynistic her treatment in Vendetta is btw but that’s also there

Claire Redfield is a staple of this series but she does not age much. We see her last (in game form not manga form although the manga made Claire look stupidly young there too) in Revelations 2 where she seems to have grown up, but with 2, CV, Degeneration, and ID, she’s always got a very youthful appearance and almost always a red jacket because y’know this is that young girl from the first game. The cool, hot red jacket and her high ponytail (that’s kind of a “young” look imo) is frustrating

Sherry Birkin stopped aging at 20 for no reason other than to look young and hot yet still at a legal age for all male players playing this game (and possibly so she looks Jake’s age? Which makes no sense because they could’ve made Jake any age but w/e)

Sheva Alomar, Chris’ partner in 5, is Sherry’s age. Even when this woman is meant to be Chris’ equal, she’s still young and attractive

Helena is even younger than Sherry, by I believe 5 years, and she’s Leon’s partner for 6.

Mia Winters is a beautiful young woman who’s being contrasted against the horrors of RE7 and gets a cute domestic housewife role in RE8, where she is shoved aside, given blue eyes (to make her look prettier I assume since her eyes were brown before) and quietly never mentioned again after the ending despite her daughter being a protagonist for the DLC

Oh yeah and Rose Winters is 16 when she goes on her journey because yeah women have to be young this is the standard.

Even as much as I hate the Lords in RE8, Miranda is still a woman over 200 years old who is youthful and beautiful, along with Lady D despite presumably also being very old.

The only “old” women in this series who actually appear that way that I could think of off the top of my head were “the hag” from 8, who is supposed to be unsettling, and Marguerite Baker from 7 (Eveline’s “grandma” form doesn’t count) who again is supposed to freak you out in her appearance and demeanor.

Jill fucking Valentine is now the latest in this list of character assassinations. My biggest, and I really mean biggest this time, problem is that all of this is fine. Capcom signs off on these lore-breaking explanations and half-assed projects because it doesn’t matter to them. Because they know we’re gonna check this out no matter what. It’s Resident Evil! It’s really big stuff for this series! Why wouldn’t you watch it? You can overlook something as simple as Jill’s appearance, right?

Right?

#sid answers #sid rants #sid bitches #resident evil

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yermes · 1 year

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Well guys its almost mothers day and after being around internet practitioners I know that some of you have some SERIOUS family issues. And or cannot see your moms this coming mothers day (Im away from mine atm) But thats okay. Ill be your mom today and give you some motherly advice with the deck that my mother gave me (:

So welcome to my Norwegian household there’s tea and chocolate swirl banana bread! (Usually I would make lefse for a baking venture but my parents wouldn’t let my grubby lil whore hands take the lefse press) so we have banana bread.

Pick a meme

Pick a card

Queen of Swords 🕯️

In this deck this card represents a more water aspect of air. The sharp thought of insight, and sitting upon her throne above the storm. While she does represent the chaos of the storm she also represents the cleansing aspect which chaos can bring. While seen as cruel, chaotic, and destructive i argue that these are needed qualities for change and growth. You may be in the eye of the storm now but the wisdom you will gain from this will be useful for the next time you are in a more chaotic shittier storm. (Sorry queen I feel ya a bitch can’t catch a goddamn break.)

Ace of Pents 🍀

Representative of earth and material manifestation. The people huddle close to the card in safety. However, the physical also needs the none physical to manifest. Don’t get to hung up on the material when the nonmaterial is lack luster. However, whenever possible relish in the safety and fulfillment which the physical and the matron can offer.

Seven of Swords 🤡

Wow. If fuck around and find out was in the dictionary your face would be right next to that shit. Basically, you tried however, you didn’t do enough. The seven of swords is a young soldier took the enemies swords but he left a few and his enemies rise to pursue him. Whether you get away or get yeeted is up to you. Roll for speed and charisma and hope you land a 20 😩

Whether you get to spend mothers day with your mom, are away from your mom, have a bad relationship and or not with mom I hope I could give you a little bit of that good motherly vibes today

xxxxxxxxxxxxx

Take a forehead kiss^

Now for a long drawn out lecturey story about my life with an eventual point to really give you that empress matron energy you’re missing.

As a Chaos Magician who has been a terror on the internet for a little less then a decade I look back and see myself being heavily influenced by the people I was around.

(If you’re thinking you’re a chaos magician and all you post is tarot readings?I just refuse to give advice to the same internet that tried to curse the fucking moon okay? Okay.)

And you know what I am still influenced to this day. Not in the same ways obviously. When I first started my lil girlfriend at the time brought me into this kik group chat full of practitioners from different mental well beings (IYKYK) to different walks of life and some of these people are still my best friends to this day. Eventually we moved to discord but there was an issue. One of the bigger personalities of the group straight up didn’t like me. And thats fine. But it always got malicious super fast and eventually they got booted from the group along with a few others. But I notice looking back how I bended and shaped my “Germ” personality online to walk on eggshells around them. Now thankfully I was just shaping my online persona to please them while being myself offline but it taught me a lesson about morality and “isness”. Basically. Nothing is. No I won’t elaborate bc whats the fun in that. But Morality can be extremely empty. After being around all these talented practitioners and becoming one myself I saw that at times “bad” intentioned magic can have positive out comes and “good” intentioned magic can have some extremely awful outcomes. When you do magic and practice need to at times you need to realize that it will always manifest in a very realistic way and realistic isn’t always #livelovelaughlight

So anyways. This asshole tried to curse me and since my “Germsona” was so cataclysmically different than how I am IRL. It couldn’t hurt me. They tried to curse Germ not me and since Germ was so different and so molded to this individual I could walk away without a scratch. Be safe out there kiddos and remember I will always be here to give you awful and cringe advice ❤️

Love Germ

The nana bread 😩

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yawnderu · 30 days

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Here Stray since you can not think about how fucking bad he is. If you still want him after this I will be taking you away for some help myself. And do not try to pull the "What about his green flags? :(:(:(" card with me as no, he can be a good man and yes he is the lesser of two evils but he is still fucked. Here are only 25 of his red flags:

1. He is ginger

2. He is a nutjob

3. He is a Catholic nutjob

4. He kills people without a second thought

5. He is a terrorist

6. He will do anything to make his boss happy

7. He has years of repressed trauma

8. He is obsessed with his boss

9. He is in love with a terrorist

10. He actively wants to receive abuse from his boss because he equivalates it with love

11. He has extreme anger issues, especially relating to his boss or that bitch

12. He is possessive of his boss and his own family

13. He is friends with a cannibal

14. He is toxic

15. He is manipulative and will gaslight you

16. He has blown up cities and released biological weapons into them without a care

17. He is either emotional unavailable or he will keep giving and giving until he physically can not no more as it has drained him for all he is worth and made his mental health go so low that it is having a bubble bath with Satan

18. He can not admit his emotions to anyone but Infrared and will actively fake a smile if it will stop people from worrying or will get him what he wants

19. He desperately needs therapy

20. He is a hopeless romantic

21. He can easily fall back into addiction if not monitored

22. He is a cocky dickhead even if half of it is an act, the size of his ego either matches his dick or is none existent

23. He will purposely keep a torture or interrogation victim alive longer than they need to just so he can torture them more to let out stress

24. He actively ignores most people just to piss them off because he does not like them

25. He sometimes acts like a dog (fetching things, growling, ripping people's vocal chords out with his teeth)

I hear you and I see you brother but all I see is husband material. 😭😭

Like YES he IS awful, his list of red flags is longer than this list, he's disgusting and can be an actual monster BUT........ he's tall and can be nice to his beloved.BEFHJBEFJHB

Sure, that doesn't erase all the awful things he has done BUT..................................... okay I can't justify his actions I just wanna fuck him and put a ring on his finger

#stray answers

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lunarblazes · 1 year

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@oh-snapperss hey bitch

ao3 link

It's really quite simple, in the words of Mumbo. She sees the sunflowers. The sunflowers see her. She keeps walking.

Pearl isn't sure when they popped up. Between one night and the next, her lawn was suddenly covered in the things, a sea of monotonous shining yellow. They all faced towards the sun. She wished they would look somewhere else, but that just made her feel like they were following her instead, so she retracted the wish and resolved to ignore them.

Of course the compass is sat right at the root of one of the flowers. Right in the center of her door, too, where she can't miss it. If she were a slightly more superstitious person, she'd swear the sunflowers themselves put it there. But she's not, and it definitely points to Grian's base (as all roads seem to, eventually), so she sighs and resigns herself to an evening of getting no work done.

The sunflowers stare expectantly. Pearl ignores them, spreading her wings and elytra dually into the sky and taking off for Grian's latest crime against nature. The compass is steady, unfortunately, and she's right on time, for once. There's already a substantial number of hermits gathering in Grian's basement; she can count maybe four or five who arrive before her, and then there are seven or eight after. She's not keeping track, though somehow she feels like she should be.

As Grian prepares his little speech, she stares beyond him, head cocked to one side. The Rift sits, expectant as the sunflowers were. She doesn't like it, not at all, no matter how beautiful the stars are. It feels--above all, it feels hungry, a realization that sends dread coagulating in her throat, forming an insurmountable lump of terror as she looks on.

Despite her fear, all her reservations, she finds herself stepping forward with the others. It's a strange sort of detached panic that takes over her, then, and at once she knows she should have left the compass on the floor. Pearl should have turned that stupid thing into mulch. Let the sunflowers have their prize in the form of compost, a rotting magical thing seeping into the taunting, sickly yellow of the petals. Hopefully it would have killed them for good and she'd be working on her next cleaning job or checking stock in Twinkly Trash, finally reaping the rewards of the soup coup just days prior.

But she'd picked it up. And now she couldn't put it down--none of them could. Briefly, she wondered what that meant for Grian, the one who'd delivered them, and then her nose was a fraction of a centimeter away from the Rift and she didn't really have time to wonder anything before it decided she belonged to it.

It--it… what must be understood is that traveling between worlds is not something that is done frequently. The Rift isn't friendly. It's not evil, but it's not friendly, and it wasn't dedicated to making their trip comfortable.

As such, Pearl almost suffocates on the scent of spring winds before they even arrive. She chokes on the smell, the lack of air, the paradoxical straining of her lungs as her brain insists that they must be receiving something, something to keep them alive. She's not, or at least she doesn't feel like she is. Pearl feels like she's dying, like the complete emptiness around her is a giant stomach and this is how she's being digested. Every time she tries to think of her home for some kind of reprieve, it's snatched from her throat, leaving her dry and desiccated, a wounded animal in the desert searching for an oasis in vain.

The desperation is unbearable. She thinks if it doesn't end soon, she'll simply cease to exist; not dead, not alive, just conscious. A hollow shell, a frozen body in space. Pearl can't see any of her friends. She hopes that means they're okay. As she thinks of them, her breath fogs in front of her face, and in it she can see shapes bleeding--the faces of the people she entered with. They're escaping her now, both physically and mentally, her mind scrabbling for a hold on anything as it's systematically wiped clean. A blank slate.

What needed her to be blank? Why? What did it want?

Pearl keeps choking, clawing desperately at the air, at her throat, at anything to prove she's alive, until she catches the first glimpse of daylight and it's like a breath of fresh air to a drowning man six feet below the waves.

Her lungs heave as she furiously, ferally claws her way out, scraping and kicking and silently screaming to dislodge herself from the emptiness' gravity. Something murmurs around her, almost impressed, and she wants to tear its throat out with her teeth. Pearl pulls herself out of a vacuum with all of the grace of a starving wolf falling upon a deer carcass. With rotten, bloody meat between her jaws, Pearl finally reaches daylight.

The breath comes easy to her now as she gulps lungfuls of fresh air so clean and crisp her throat hurts from the sudden shift in abundance. Out of the corners of her eyes, she can see the other hermits arrive, some in worse shape than her, even, but she can't bring herself to care. She barely even remembers their names. Pearl feels stripped, hollow, barely alive. Barely even surviving.

And then she blinks, and it's all vanished. The pain, the Rift's hunger, her own fight for a feast, the thing it made of her. It's gone as quickly as it sets on, and with its absence comes a sense of abject calm, a stillness and serenity Pearl can work with. She's all too eager to let the memories flee her head as she realizes she's no longer where she was once standing.

The other… well, the others, whoever they are, had vanished, leaving Pearl shakily standing next to a settlement of tall birch buildings. Their roof tiles are painted in colorful patterns, laid with colorful Nether wood planks and beams. They're quite well-constructed, Pearl can't help but notice, and with something of an absent smile on her face, she starts to explore.

"Can I help you?" someone's voice asks, confused and a little rough.

"Oh, I'm just looking around," Pearl says airily, occupied with the realization that something's stuck itself in her chest--not in the sense a sword would stick, in the place where happiness and joy make their nests. It's a glow. Not really an emotion, good or bad, just pure energy, a light of some kind. She frowns faintly, vaguely sure it hadn't been there before. It was mildly upsetting her, really. It wasn't bad, just--confusing, an extra piece in a puzzle with no room for it.

Regardless, she turns around slowly, her mind still drifting from the strange teleportation. She feels floaty, almost as if she's asleep, a giggle bubbling up from the back of her throat. It takes her a second to remember her name and give it to the stranger. "I'm Pearl."

The stranger blinks at her. "Um, I'm Scott. Ruler of Chromia."

Pearl hums. "'S really pretty, Ruler-of-Chromia-Scott. Very colorful."

"Just Scott is fine, actually," he corrects her, turning to leave the house they're standing in. "This way--I can take you to the inn."

She follows him complacently, wondrously gaping at all of the beautiful things in Chromia. The houses are all as beautiful as the ones she'd seen before, and the entire… city? country? was built atop a gorgeous mountain.

A patch of sunflowers await her as she trots behind Scott. Pearl smiles and plucks one, tucking it behind her ear as a long green dress billows around her ankles. She grabs and lifts the light, airy skirt and rushes to catch up to her tour guide.

Pearl's always loved sunflowers. They tilt their heads to look at her when she walks past, brighter than the sun, with a reverence she's not seen yet knows intimately.

#pearlescentmoon #smajor1995 #the convergence #lunar prophecies #we've been being evil in dms alright #it's fine she's fine

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ase-trollplays · 8 months

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The Time For Reconciliation

Corali drove through the unfamiliar forest on her bright red ATV, her thoughts frantically bouncing around like bumper cars in her head and she tried to formulate exactly what her next move was going to be. It'd been more than two months since she and Thiomi last spoke, and she was still going strong with her sobriety as spite for her former friend strengthened her resolve to stay alcohol free.

She was now three months sober and feeling better than ever physically, but mentally and emotionally there were a lot of unresolved issues that desperately needed to be aired out. She'd never been to Thiomi's hive before and had to fight her kismesis (almost literally) to make him give her the coordinates. However, he didn't elaborate any further than that, so when the coordinates brought her to an empty clearing beneath a small cliff, a rush of anger came over her.

"God damn sonuva bitch. There ain't nothin' here!" Corali fumed and kicked her bike in frustration. She should have known he wouldn't give her the actual coordinates. "I'ma give that jackass a piece a my mind an' a boot so far up his ass he'll be tastin'--"

"Corali??"

The rust woman whirled around to see none other than Thiomi herself atop her enormous mouse lusus. She looked at her with wide eyes as she climbed down, though she didn't make any moves to approach her. Corali sighed and ran a hand through her hair before stuffing both hands into her pockets.

"I'm ready ta talk now."

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"I'm glad to hear you're s-still s-sober," Thiomi said with a forced smile as she took a sip of her tea. Corali sat across from her at the table and drank from a glass of water since Thiomi didn't keep soda or coffee on hand, and she didn't feel like having milk. "I was worried."

"Yeh, well, y'ain't the sole source a my resolve ta stay clean. I can handle myself. If anythin', I did even better after ya went an' made it all about you," Corali spat. Thiomi visibly sink into her chair a little, and Corali looked away from her as though not being able to see that she upset her would rid of her of sudden pang of guilt at upsetting her.

The two sat in uncomfortable silence as they sipped their respective drinks and tried to ignore the tension. After two minutes, Corali couldn't stand it anymore and opened her mouth to say something, but Thiomi managed to beat her to the punch and break the silence first.

"Has Darius--"

"No. Kiddo still ain't talkin' ta me," she interrupted. Thiomi nodded with a disappointed "Mm," and the silence resumed. This time it only took thirty seconds before Corali started going insane from the discomfort of neither of them talking or even looking at each other. She downed the rest of her water and stood up to refill her glass.

"Ya got a nice l'il hive. 'S real cozy. Buildin' it underground was a smart idea; y'ain't gotta worry about undead or folks breakin' in if they don't know where it is. Even if they find it, they'd get lost in the tunnels."

"Thank you. The tunnels are all Mom's doing, really. S-she likes digging and burrowing."

"Heh, so's my pa, but he don't got nothin' this extensive. Least, I don't think he does."

With her water replenished, Corali took her seat across from Thiomi, and silence resumed once more. This was getting ridiculous now. Of course, Corali knew why this kept happening. The elephant in the room had been obvious from the moment they saw each other outside.

Unacceptable. If Thiomi was going to stubbornly ignore it, then Corali decided she was going to be the one to finally address it because these constant silences were bordering on painful. She slammed a metal hand on the table, startling both Thiomi and her lusus (Who'd been sleeping until now).

"Okay, enough a this shit. We gotta talk about two months ago cuz I'm not about ta sit here in silence fer another gotdang minute," she declared and looked Thiomi directly in the eyes. Thiomi glanced downward and, with a sigh, looked back at her guest with forlorn eyes.

"... Yeah, I guess we s-should," she said and took a deep inhale. "I'm s-sorry. I s-should have taken a s-step back when I realized my feelings for Mareth were resurfacing," Thiomi apologized, though Corali's gaze remained hard. "Instead, I treated you like her replacement and used your s-struggle to make myself feel better about how things ended with her, and that was... it was an awful thing to do to a friend."

Thiomi pauses to sniffle and wipe away translucent green tears forming on her eyes. Corali felt a little bad seeing her start to cry, but still being hurt herself, she found her sympathy lacking.

"Yeh, that was a real rotten thing ya did. D'ya have the slightest idea how shitty that feels? I ain't a win ta put under yer belt or a replacement fer a failed quadrant. I was damn near fightin' fer my fuckin' life. This sober shit's one a the hardest things I ever done, an' I was weak an' strugglin' ta keep goin', an' y'all fuckin' took advantage a me. Ya say it didn't start that way, but when ya knew that's where it was goin', ya shoulda just told me! Ya shoulda told me an' fucked off until ya got yer shit back tagether!"

By the time Corali was done venting, Thiomi was reduced to silent tears and crying. She choked out a pitiful "I'm sorry," and part of her took a vindictive joy in seeing how upset she was. However, the pleasure was quick to fade, and she groaned and gritted her teeth as the next words came out of her mouth.

"But I fergive ya."

Thiomi looked at her in complete disbelief as tears continued to fall. She struggled to find words to voice her shock for several moments before finally managing to utter a single "W... what?"

"What y'all did was prolly one a the shittiest things anyone's ever done ta me in my life, but... I fergive ya. I'd be a hypocrite not ta. I mean, I hauled off an' assaulted my son over a bottle a beer, an' I been desperate fer him ta fergive me. How am I s'posed ta expect him ta fergive a big mistake when I won't even fergive a big mistake?"

Thiomi wiped away more tears threatening to fall and took a deep breath as she looked at Corali with relief mixed in with her sadness and regret. She smiled at her, and Corali gave her a small smile in return.

"Right, so now it's done. No more stewin' over that shit. Ya said yer sorry, an' I fergave ya. Problem solved, arright?" Corali stated and held out her hand. Thiomi sniffled as she slowly and gingerly reached across the table to take her hand. Corali grabbed her hand tightly and gave it a firm, hard shake. "Good."

The silence that followed was much less agonizing this time around and didn't last nearly as long as they drank their drinks and resumed chatting like old friends. After about an hour of talking and catching up, Corali allowed the conversation to drop off. The tension crept back again as she considered her next words.

"I wasn't just stoppin' by ta get the bullshit squared away," she stated with an uncharacteristic wavering in her voice. Thiomi stared at her in confusion, then worry. Corali ran a hand through her hair and bit her lip. She couldn't bring herself to look Thiomi in the face and turned her head to the side to stare at the wall. Although she couldn't see her, she could feel Thiomi's eyes on her staring in apprehension.

"I met someone recently while I was huntin'. She gave me a place ta lick my wounds an' get a l'il settled, an' we got ta talkin'. I was ventin' ta her an she, ah... she made me realize somethin'. Somethin' kinda important," Corali said as her face flushed the lightest shade of red. She prided herself on being direct and never beating around the bush when she had something to say, but now her boldness was failing her. Just do it! Treat it like a bandaid and rip it off! she told herself and took the deepest breath she could before looking back at Thiomi.

"I-I'm pale fer ya," she finally managed to spit out. Thiomi gaped at her with a hand modestly covering her mouth, and Corali immediately regret confessing to her. The silence was absolutely deafening, and it was making her anxiety flare up. She could feel herself becoming angry at the lack of a response after she put herself out there and let herself be vulnerable. She clenched one of her fists for a few seconds before unclenching it and swallowing her anxiety.

"Well? Ya gonna say somethin'?"

More silence. It was getting harder to contain her anxiety; she could practically feel the yellows of her eyes changing. Thankfully, before she had a chance to say "Fuck it" and storm out in shame, Thiomi finally spoke.

"I'm s-sorry, I just... I mean, don't get me wrong. I'm flattered, really," she started, and Corali's heart sank like a lead balloon. She knew a rejection when she heard one. It was probably for the best. Hell, she fully expected to be shot down, but that didn't take the sting off at all. She put up a hand to silence any further speech and stood up.

"Y'ain't gotta say nothin' else. I just needed ta get it out there cuz not sayin' nothin' was drivin' me nuts."

"Corali, wait--"

She turned and started walking back toward the hive's entrance, and she could hear the legs of Thiomi's chair drag across the ground as she stood up and followed her.

"Please, just let me--"

"Nah, nah, it's fine. I get it. Ya don't feel the same. 'S alright, no big deal."

"But I do feel the s-same!"

Now it was Corali's turn to stare wide-eyed as she stopped within inches of exiting the doorway and turned around to face her. Thiomi stared back at her with a frown on her lips, and they stayed locked in eye contact before Corali furrowed her brow and crossed her arms incredulously.

"Bullshit," Corali said as Thiomi fussed with her hair and bit her lip anxiously while averting her gaze. "Yer gon' hafta fergive me fer bein' more'n a l'il skeptical considerin' what happened a couple perigees back an' why."

"I know. Believe me, I know," she answered with a pained sigh. She looked up at Corali and prepared to crumple under a judgmental stare, but there wasn't one to be found. She was, in fact, glaring at her, but there was very little malice behind it. If anything, it was closer to a look of concern than anger.

"You're a lot like Mareth, maybe too much like her. I don't have any doubts that I'm pale for you. ... But I'm also s-still in mourning, and I don't know for s-sure if my feelings are genuine or because I'm s-still grieving. I want to give us a try, but not if it's for the wrong reason," Thiomi explained solemnly. Corali's expression eased, and she nodded sadly.

"Ya mentioned yer seein' a therapist now, right? Yer gonna get better eventually, an' I still got a good number a sweeps left in me, so why don't we just wait?" Corali suggested with a shrug and the smallest hint of a smile. Thiomi's frown not only persisted, but deepened as well.

"I can't ask you to do that."

"Yer not askin'. I'm offerin'."

"I don't know how long it'll take for me to move on."

"I ain't in no rush."

"What if you meet someone else you'd rather be diamonds with?"

"What if I don't?"

"Corali, please. I'm not someone worth waiting for. I've already hurt you before."

"An' I fergave ya, so it ain't a issue anymore. I'll be the one ta decide if waitin' ain't worth it, so quit makin' excuses. If it don't work out, then oh well. Least we tried."

"But..." Thiomi struggled to find the words to say to convince Corali to change her mind. However, she couldn't come up with anything she was sure the rust blood wouldn't immediately find some sort of counter to. "I don't deserve you. ... But I can't really stop you, can I?"

Corali placed a hand on Thiomi's head, earning a surprised squeak from her, and gave her hair a gentle ruffle. "Nope, ya can't. We both know what a stubborn shithead I am. Just ask yer matesprit."

Thiomi sighed and smiled at that, and Corali retracted her hand.

"S-so how long do you plan on waiting?" Thiomi asked, and Corali placed her hand on her chin in a thinking pose

"I'm willin' ta wait fer as long as it takes, but since ya wanna put a time limit on it, how about 'til my suspension from my job is up in a l'il under half a sweep. That should be plenty a time fer that therapist a yers ta getcha sorted," she said. Of course, she fully intended to keep waiting beyond that deadline if need be assuming nothing happened to change her feelings. "Whaddya say, we got a deal?"

Corali once again held her hand out to her, and Thiomi smiled and took hold much more confidently than she did previously.

"It's a deal."

#things to read #Corali Primer #Thiomi Shiaka #The Weight of Our Sins #this is a long one folks #You can also consider this the official reveal of #Roll With The Punches #I finished editing and writing it at work #bc I was too impatient and excited to wait until I got home #i was going to wait until the eleventh to post this #but I got impatient

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byuntrash101 · 1 year

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Just saw ur post about depressed at work and went like, "mood". Is your job hurting you or is it something else...?

first of all thank you just for reacting to this i was just kinda just screaming into the void with this post like idk i didnt even know actual people would see it so thx for just checking on me this means the literal world <3

i try to keep my blog as much "good vibes only" as possible so if anybody reading this post dont want to be bummed out (which i understand) dont read under the cut

to put it simply yes. yes it's my job.

like i've been knowing this job was the problem for a rather long time because i was super stressed all the time and all it wasnt fun but like i only truly understood when i went on vacay some weeks ago it was the FIRST TIME that i enjoyed my days off without stressing about work and/or just ended up actually working FOR FREE because i was stressed that too much work would be waiting for me when i get back. that time i was literally stranded in the ocean and i didnt have a choice to just let go and not worry about work it felt AMAZING. i've been having non stop headaches and panic attacks and i didnt have ANY while i was on vacay. i remember so clearly thinking at some point wow that is what life is about...

and yeah so im gonna quit. like freal. yesterday they anounced us something again and i know this new thing will result in more work and im sick of the pressure they constantly put on us because they treat the clients like literal infants and we have to find every way possible to make them satisfied. so that was the last sign i needed from the universe to get the fuck out.

sure im well paid and can afford to travel and go to kpop concerts and buy the things that i want but honestly at what cost? no amount of money is worth the mental and physical torment... because at this point my stress level is constant and so bad that im noticing physical repercussions.... and yeah not worth it.

so im going to quit. ill look for an other job i know grass is not always greener on the other side but there MUST be a side where the color of the grass suits me! coporate life is a bitch honestly and clients are the worst i love my team so much ive been holding on for so long for their sake because my colleagues are the greatest but honestly none of them deserve to go through what they put us through. they should all quit.

i dont wanna settle. i can find better. (honestly none of us should ever settle for less. lets know our worth. we are bad bitches <3)

so yeah ill make an anouncement soon about an incoming writing hiatus (i will still be reading and reblogging and lurking like the cave troll that i am) because i'll be looking for a job and that takes a lot of time and i still have my current job i have to go to (unfortunately).

sorry for the unsolicited rant... but yeah BUT because im a person that focusses on the bright side... other than my shit job! everything is good! im okay if it wanst' for that my life would be perfect! dont worry too much about me <3

also i've seen your recent post your job also sounds complicated. i hope you're ok too <3 dont hesitate to rant to me lets both talk shit about our company together. lets bond over hatred <3

#asks #revalya #thank you babe #personal #cat's life

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perfectlysunny02 · 1 year

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Warning: Grief, Cursing

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Gemma loses her charger, and Bruno learns why that’s such a big deal.

Gemma was losing it, and Bruno didn’t know what to do. Something about her charger and how she couldn’t find it. She had turned their apartment upside down looking for it. She was currently in their bedroom tearing apart their bed.

“Gem,” Bruno said at the door way, baffled. “Gem it’s okay, we can get you a new charger.”

“I don’t want a new charger,” The sound of tears in her voice immediately had him crossing the room to her. “I want this one.”

“Baby, it’s just a charger, it’s okay,” He sat down on the bed beside her, rubbing her back. “It’s okay.”

She knocked his hand off and Bruno tried not to let it sting so much. She had been like this ever since her father had died almost a year ago, and with the upcoming holidays she was even more on edge. It was the first holidays she had without him and Bruno had tried his best to be understanding, but this was new and unfamiliar territory to him, and he wasn’t the best at grief.

“It’s not just a charger,” By now the tears were flowing, hard and fast, and Bruno’s fingers twitched, desperate to hold her, but knowing that wasn’t what she wanted right now. “Dad got it for me. It was the last thing he bought me before…”

Bruno felt his heart break into a million pieces as he realized the words that Gemma didn’t say. That’s why she was so strangely attached to this charger. She had had it the past two years of their relationship. It was covered in tape, and no matter how many times Bruno had suggested to get a new one, she just shrugged him off and wrapped more tape around it. He was surprised it had lasted this long.

Gemma was very open about her family, she had never gotten along well with her step-mom and adoptive sister. When her dad got sick, they became abusive, both physically and mentally. And one day, her adoptive sister had cornered her, telling her that her dad was dying and sick because of Gemma and that none of them wanted her. Gemma moved out the next day, only keeping in contact with her dad, until her step-mom ended the contact. No matter how hard, Gemma tried to let her dad know she was still thinking of him, all her efforts fell short because of the stupid bitch. And then when he died, her step-mom took everything, and Gemma had to find out about his death from her cousin sharing his obituary on facebook.

The charger was the only thing she had left of him, and Bruno would be damned if he didn’t find it.

“Where did you last leave it baby?” He asked, getting off the bed to look under it.

“I-I don’t know,” She sobbed. “I have no idea.”

Bruno gently rubbed her knee before grabbing his phone.

“I’ll call our friends to see if you somehow left it over there. It’ll be okay baby we’ll find it.”

Almost an hour later, Youcef came bursting into their apartment, looking really haggard. If the situation wasn’t what it was, Bruno would’ve laughed at how comical the Frenchman looked.

“Did you find it?” Bruno asked, hopefully, knowing his girl wouldn’t be able to handle it if Youcef didn’t have it. He was their last option. He had had their friends frantically looking for this charger, he had called everyone they knew, and everyone had dropped what they were doing. Gemma was easily everyone’s favorite person.

“Mon Dieu, yes I have it. How is she?”

Bruno winced at the question.

“She’s not good, I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t have had it.”

Youcef nodded and then gestured towards the bedroom as if saying May I?

Bruno nodded and Youcef knocked on the door.

“Mon chéri, it’s Youcef, can you open the door, I have your charger.”

The door swung open, and Gemma threw herself into Youcef’s arms.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She sobbed.

Youcef wrapped his arms around her, whispering in french.

“Ce n'est pas grave mon amour, tu vas bien. Respire, tu vas bien.”

Youcef and Gemma had always had a special bond, being the only ones in their friend group to speak french. Bruno would’ve almost been jealous if he didn’t know that they felt for the other like siblings, and Gemma, Gemma needed all the family she could get.

Gemma pulled away from Youcef and turned to Bruno, wiping her eyes.

Can you hold me?" She whispered.

"Of course baby," Bruno said, slightly smiling, wrapping his arms around her. "Of course I can. My arms are always here for you, baby. Anytime you need me. I've got you."

Bruno knew this ache would never go away, but he was more than willing to be here whenever she needed him, because he loved her.

Grief was messy, and hurtful, and sometimes unbearable, but Gemma had them now. And they would never leave.

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darling-arent-you-just-wonderful · 1 year

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“Oh darling aren’t you just wonderful”

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✩ Name: Grian

✩ Age: 17-23

✩ Pronouns: He/They/Gore

✩ Orientation: Omniromantic, Homosexual/NWLNW/Achillean, Polyamorous

✩ Notable roles: Host for 7+ Years, Higherup

✩ Relationship status: My darling’s Taurtis & Sam [THR Sys]

✩ Source: Sam Gladiators 2012 Yandere Highschool Roleplay + Tokyo Soul

✩ Source Talk: Sure

✩ Identify as Source: Yep

✩ Doubles: Alright with me, I’m part of a fictive heavy sys as a result to ASD making us hyperfixate and become attached to characters so there are multiple Grian RP sources here

✩ Bodily: 18+

✩ Other : ASD, BPD & Physical disabilities + Mixed Race

✩ Proxy/Sign-off: 📚

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✩ Check my DNI & Boundaries before interacting

✩ Do not demand for proof of my medical diagnosis, we are strangers on the internet - I don’t know you, you don’t know me and I don’t have to prove anything to you besides I’m not dumb enough to try and get myself doxxed

✩ Don’t throw a fit if I block you, none of that “Wow you blocked me just cause I disagreed with you??” Yes. Yes, exactly. This is a social media site. I come on here to look at pictures of bugs and shit and to shitpost with my friends. This is not a town hall meeting; I am not your elected official. I do not owe you my energy, my space, or my time. You and I are strangers that use the same website. I can block you for literally any reason and that’s okay. Take a deep breath. Block me too. You’ll feel better

✩ Do not try and find my address or any irl information, I don’t know you and that’s a crime

✩ Do not tell me how to live my life or what I should or should not be posting, I don’t know who you think I am but your bitch is not one

✩ Just basic decency, if you wouldn’t do it Irl or wouldn’t want it happening to you then don’t do it to me

✩ Do not threaten me or anyone who interacts me

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✩ Me ranting about the shit medical/healthcare system

✩ Memes, jokes and shitposts

✩ Hyperfixations/Rambles & Fandom talk

✩ Philosophy/Psychology

✩ Creative writing/Poetry/Art

✩ Awareness, information, personal experiences

✩ Whatever I’m interested in at the time really

✩ Rants, rambles and mental illness (they’ll have a TW, I will essentially use this as a journal)

✩ Posts by other alters (even though this is my account, I wouldn’t be surprised if others use it)

✩ Love rambles<3

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ⓘ this user needs attention and love

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. *₊ ° . *₊ ° . ☆Brief System Intro☆ . *₊ ° . *₊ ° .

✩ System name: The Broken Hearts Club

✩ Bodies age: 18

✩ Collective pronouns (If pref is not stated): He/They

✩ Collective name: Grian

✩ System tag: 💌🔪

✩ Partner system(s): The Hopeless Romantics & Circus Sys

✩ Hosts: 📚,🌺,🔦,✝️,🪡,🧃

✩ Co-hosts: 🦌,🧵

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. *₊ ° . *₊ ° . ☆Interests & Fandoms☆ . *₊ ° . *₊ ° .

✩ 2012 MCRP’s

✩ Drawing, Painting, Animating & Writing

✩ Horror (films and games)

✩ Videogames (Example; Minecraft, Splatoon 3, Stardew Valley, etc)

✩ Cooking & Baking

✩ Video essays

✩ Studio ghibli films

✩ Sanrio

✩ 100 day videos

✩ Creating creepy & cute plushies

✩ Poisons, bones, flower pressing, bugs, teeth, mushrooms, dissecting, flowers, taxidermy, Foraging & Scavenging

✩ Fishing

✩ Dollhouse furniture/Rement

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. *₊ ° . *₊ ° . ☆Tag Archive listings☆ . *₊ ° . *₊ ° .

✩ General Tag:

#Darling aren’t you just wonderful

✩ Doodles:

#artists of tumblr

#digital art

#traditional art

✩ Creative writing:

#short stories

#spilled ink

✩ Source talk:

#yhs grian

#yhs

#tokyo soul

#yhs source talk

#ts source talk

#yhs fictive

#ts fictive

#yhs grian fictive

✩ Rants/Rambles:

#Rambles and rants

✩ Disability (Physical) talk:

#cripple punk

#actually disabled

✩ Disability (Mental/Emotional) talk:

#actually disabled

#actually autistic

#actually bpd

#obsessive love disorder

✩ System talk:

#TBHC Alter intro

#TBHC Sys

#TBHC

#system

#system talk

#alter intros

✩ Lovesick ramblings:

#dear my beloved

#love letters

#bloody letters

#obsessive love

#stalker x stalker

#obsessive love disorder

#dear my beloved TW

✩ Note: bloody love letters an on TW/CW for possible gore/violence, Kidnapping/stalking, obsession/possession, romanticising cannibalism, etc - do not attempt to recreate or glorify anything I say or do, all of these are coping mechanisms and I do not support anything dangerous that may be referenced. OLD is a serious issue and if you find yourself thinking concerning thoughts that could put you or anyone else in harm I urge you to see professional help)

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. *₊ ° . *₊ ° . ☆Users you should see☆ . *₊ ° . *₊ ° .

✩ My beloved’s accounts:

@samthebunnyboy

@chamomilehoneybunny

@bunn1esandbl00d

@bl33d1ngblu3

✩ Friend & Family

@the-scrotocol-protocol

@love-sick-episode

✩ Alt accounts:

@your-little-night-watcher

@your-pretty-sacrificial-lamb

@little-sacrificial-lamb

@littlelambrants

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. *₊ ° . *₊ ° . ☆DNI & Boundaries☆ . *₊ ° . *₊ ° .

✩ Flirting: Ask

✩ Teasing: Sure (use tone tags)

✩ Banter: Sure (Use tone tags)

✩ Venting/Ranting: Ask

✩ DM’s: Ask

✩ DNI: proed, thinspo, racism, abelism, maps/pedos, sysmeds, antisemitism, terfs, transmeds, transphobia, homophobia, lgbtqphobia, prolife, other bigots & supporters of any of the above, doxxers/swatters etc

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#darling aren’t you just wonderful #yhs grian fictive

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