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thedeadthree · 6 months

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-`. OCS AS TYPES OF SUFFERING.

TAGGED BY @chuckhansen, @queennymeria, @shellibisshe, @leviiackrman, @nightbloodbix, @lavampira, @marivenah, @faerune, @socially-awkward-skeleton and @corvosattano to take this uquiz for a few dears !! ty ty!!!!!!

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-`. DESPAIR.

The tunnel never had a light. You wish for nothing because you know you'll receive nothing, and your hopes died out long ago. The only thing that keeps you going is the thrill of emptiness you feel when things don't turn out your way. It's bitter. It's proof. Proof that you don't feel this way for nothing.

-`. THE BLACKHOLE.

There's a hole where your heart used to be and nothing is filling that hollow void. You could drown in a world curated for you, and still nothing seems to fit. It eats you alive knowing you're unsure how to satiate the hunger of your soul. It's barely hunger, it's more like a blackhole.

-`. THE TAKER.

Your expectations are ones you can barely meet. You compare yourself to others, but with a hypocritical light. You'll never find what you're looking for if you're laying down half of what you receive. It stings to be given less than expectations you've set, but if they were more reasonable, do you think even then you'd be happy?

-`. YEARNING.

The pain in your chest bubbles knowing that what you want may never be yours. You're lost in a fantasy world, or consumed by what you wish you were or had as opposed to what you do. It's hard to appreciate what's around you when you're appreciating the hope of what could be instead.

-`. THE GIVER.

Your energy depletes as you hand it out to anyone passing by your basket. People walk by and take, but no one ever leaves. You're constantly running on low when people keep asking you to give. You'd give your soul away for free, and then what left do you have of yourself if you can't say no?

-`. LONELINESS.

Your heart feels full of the connection you feel you lack. No matter how many people are around you, strangers or not….someone is missing. You don't know who, what, or if you'll ever find them. You're unsure if there's a person out there who'll really satisfy your life, so really what's the point of continuing to look?

#only if you want to of course !! <3 #oc: amavet aerasume #oc: yeva yakovleva #oc: vaermina vanthampur #oc: tissaia thorm #oc: chiara de laurentis #oc: cythia vassermiller #GEE WHIZ QUIZ WARN ME NEXT TIME BEFORE YOU GUT AMAVET LIKE THAT gvashgdv *SCREAMS*#DESPAIR. HE GOT DESPAIR IM - !!!!! are you KIDDING mee!!#they dont call him the mourning lord for giggles :') THE NERVEE #im fine with this im fine with this im fine :)#*screams* ok ok i was a bit ?? with yevas but I THOUGHT ABOUT IT AND RAHH ITS !! it gets her!!!!!!!#they were too on the nose sweet pea im SORRY vaer !!#TIISSAIAAAA FIRST OF ALL HOW YOU DARE QUIZ SECOND OF ALL DO YOU MIND IF I BEGAN CRYING BC!!#TISSAIA MY SWEET GIRL :') this is fine!!!!#CHIARAA i knew she would get this answer I KNEWW ITTTT #cythias *screams* THE WAY THERE WAS SOMETHING I HAVE HAD BRAINSTORMED FOR HER IN MIND THAT FITS THIS SO WELL??#over the course of her arc in the novels (and show as well!!) loneliness is PREVALENT the part on how in spite of the people around #she can still feel loneliness is SO poignant to the isolation she feels at court this answer gets her to the letter AHH!!#TY TY SO MUCH FOR THE TAGS i missed doing uquizzes sm !!!!!! THIS WAS FUN <3 i may do more clowns with this it was lovely !!#cy ur so a*licent coded <3 'is there no one in the empire to take my side' 'i have no friends here all they see is the empress' SCREAMSS #something something 'id like to think im still the lady cythia' AAAAA BABY BABY MY POOR BABYY #i mean vaer was living in an estate alone with just her t*ressym trying not to be a sacrificed to summon the hells by her family so she #really just had her expectations of the life she manifested SO LIKE..... yk?? sweet pea'll marry the love of her life and #skxjjxjx

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absurdumsid · 2 months

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HI SILLY CREATURES ON MY PHONE !! GOOD EVENING !?!!! IM BACK IT WAS FUN IM SORRY I COULDNT BLOG DURING IT (I WAS BUSY.... UM. ADMIRING SOMEONE TEEHEE) ANYWAY !! I WILL PWRHPAS DRAW TOMORROW !?!?!!!!

thats from my calmer playlist lmao i just realised i rarely post songs from those playlists

#was actually very overstimmed at one point and started yelling randomly ermmmmm. that was weird. anyway #had FUN actually it was very fun #surprisingly #sid rambles #wouldnt do it again but that was fun !!!!#the finding out two of my friends had gifts for their dance partners was so very funny to me we just all Had Something to give em #<- mind u two of us have crushes on our dance partners (the other one im not sure hes rlly vague abt it lmao)#so that was fun !!#we all like figured out our own times to give em #I WAS GIVEN. THE OPPORTUNITY TO HELP HER WEAR IT (my gift was a necklace !! insanity)#also we took pictures together #maybe ill show em #but i will be censoring them #maybeeee tomorrow. im tired #and hungry #why am i hungry #probably because im tired #sorry for pining on main #<- implied + tags are very much just me pining #look its not my fault shes pretty. and shakes from performance anxiety. and is so much taller than me. an #ok #too much maybe yea ok yep mhmmm #gnight silly creatures thats all the pining for tonighfhfbcndnd

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hershelwidget · 26 days

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Ok Last One

for today.

I had a vision.

Closeups of their faces AND their boots because those are the BEST BOOTS I've drawn yet and also you Cannot see BB's eye unless you're zoomed in so there's also that

Something something musical episode where BB has a "villain" song that it duets with Barnacles

#barnacles is green because i messed up. ok. leave me alone #octonauts #hershel’s octonauts au #captain barnacles #the boogie board incident #this is the MOST i've tagged for those four things in the span of a few hours what is wrong with me #also erm !! tying into the fact that barnacles is taller !! i really tried to show it #sighs. yo imagine being barnacles right now #you're having a normal day and then this Thing that looks WAYY too much like you for your own comfort manifests in your ship and starts #singing about what it is and then it GRABS you and you're like ''ok.'' and try to convince it to Not Be you (while singing as well ofc.)#(you're polite like that.) and it's oddly fun but also your entire crew is staring at you both the whole time just GobSmacked #you yourself just want to know Why it's you by the time the song ends but it buggers off for a week and comes back only to be punched #by who ? you dunno you weren't there for the punching #we be writing episode plots in the tags man HELP #POST IT YOU COWARD. im done for today i promise. at least on this point. maybe. hopefully.

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twilightarcade · 7 months

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oc-tober day 27 - monster!

#notwordswordstag #anyways we're so fucking back. Sorry for missing literally a third of the month goodlord #bweirdOCtober #oc-tober #ok idk what i want as a caption all significant thoughts are going into tags today #we missed friends week because of That. Luckily every week is friends week when I'm around #doing that.. hopefully this week? That said it /is/ halloween so it might leak over #anyways monster au.so funny 2 me like what if everything was the exact same except they we freaky little creatures #wouldn't that be fun. The answer is yes. I am having fun #maaaan i was supposed 2 draw something else I think. Here we are anywyas #didn't think about it too much #erm.. in terms of life news? may pick up the saxophone. For like 2 seconds.#or i'll teach myself piano that would be fun (and relatively easy given. Piano)#who knows. Maybe we'll do nothing.#but what if i'm REALLY good at sax. What if it's actually my true calling. Clearly not a flute player.#Man I hate the flute #ok im tired besties bye 4ever 🫶🫶🫶🫶

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whumpy-wyrms · 6 months

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yk i was having trouble writing tllr chapter 12 because Dew is sick with a fever in the beginning and i just,, idk felt uninspired or something because im not the biggest fan of sickfics or whatever

well now i’m sick with a fever and it’s helll so sorry Dew im gonna have to put you through this now my bad 👍👍 at least i am now inspired

if this post makes no sense it’s because my brain hurts and i’m tired 👍👍👍

#i’m fine it’s just kinda funny #like last night i was writing ahead to chapter 14 because i was stuck on chapter 12 cuz i didn’t know how to write it #and now i’m sick with a fever just like Dew hahahaha sorry buddy but we’re in this together now 👍👍👍 and it’s 105 idk if that’s normal #at least it’s giving me inspiration and i am no longer stuck on it #but i’m too sick to fucking write it!!!! i wanna write uhhgjjfjdjd #ok im done #well actually i had the craziest dream last night #it was about this new animated movie that doesn’t exist and i was watching it/ acting it out as the main character and it was so fucking #cool like i was flyingggg!!! i was a weird purple creature with wings and was flying just like dew it was fucking awesome #like there were so many really cool characters with really creative designs and the antagonist was a weird giant bug who could also fly #so he was chasing me around in the air and it was so cool i was so fast flying around like in a minecraft elytra course #i love vivid dreams like that that feel real and like after the movie was finished i posted on tumblr about how much i loved this new #netflix animated movie and my mutuals were there and also thought it was cool #anyway it was fun i love flying in my dreams i feel so free.. unlike Dewey oopsie sorry buddy #deweyeyeyeye ur so silly i love him SO MUCH #ok im gonna shut up now #wyrms says stuff #fever #fever dream #if i tagged this as irl whump would i also have to tag it as minor whump hahahhaha #idk i wanna play roblox with my mutuals again #mutuals if ur reading this u can literally bother me to play video games all day every day because the answer will always #be an enthusiastic YESS!!!!#i should watch nightmare time today #no dumbass i should REST dumbass ehehheehe #i’m being so annoying again sorry everyone 😼😼😼😼

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werebutch · 3 months

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WSBH chara q’s: (you don’t have to answer all the numbers, just whatever you want to 𖢘)

16/35/51 for Scotch

1/6/55 for Atlas

I LOVE YOU

16. What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

okay i truly think scotch argues with seraph in his head all the time. ALL the time. scotch largely ignores them, and vice versa, because he dislikes them and they know it. seraph is very conflict avoidant lol, and as long as hes not a "threat" they dont care to talk to him about their problems. he probably argues with atlas and jacob (his older brother) too, atlas about more stupid small stuff, and jacob about childhood and life stuff :p

im trying to think of more general groups he would argue with but i cant come up with anything BAHAH. hes not exactly conflict avoidant in the annoying libra way that seraph is, he more just ignores conflict for his friends’ (mostly atlas’) sake. idk if that makes sense LOL

35. What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

hmmm.. smallest? i mean scotch strings eloise along for most of the time pre timeskip. its not a main focus but its definitely important in order to understand scotch as a whole. she and scotch go out for a while, and mid way through that he realizes hes GAY gay. lol. and obviously lying to her about that is pretty questionable after a while. especially since he and atlas have been 👉👌 like the whole time. but she kind of knows. well

something a little bigger would be him encouraging or otherwise turning a blind eye to all the weird stuff atlas is up to. he doesn't know what it's like to be a werewolf, he can't say anything, right? lol.... murder is okay if its a talking dog doing it. scotch enabler supreme. actually when seraph is introduced, he and atlas have a 'joke' (kind of starts being real) about luring seraph somewhere to kill them. obviously doesnt happen and gets abandoned. but i think its important to know about their dynamic LOL

51. What’s a phrase they say a lot?

this guy is kind of goofy. i cant think of phrases rn but he has a specific way of speaking.. you could watch pretty much any old pop punk band interview and kind of get the idea. HAHAH

1. What’s the lie your character says most often?

atlas is a big fan of saying 'its fine' for all situations ever. family in mortal danger? its fine. completely splitting? its fine. arthritis excruciating? its fine. hes one of those people that dont like to deal with the fawning of others unless hes feeling real special. Ends up putting people in more danger a lot of the time. i think eloise is the only fan of communication in this friend group to be honest. i should have made her the main character

he tends to make promises he cant keep as well, but thats more general..

6. What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

i have NO idea. i feel like atlas would be a music snob, so maybe his favorite 'super underground' bands. otherwise he'd probably never recommend raw human meat to another human (no matter how much scotch asks -__-).. (he would chicken out anyway)

55. What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

um. so atlas hates working out. he especially hates running, you know, the thing that wolves are known for doing a lot of? unfortunately the lycanthropy came with a side effect of pretty bad arthritis, so that doesnt exactly encourage him. he DOES exercise, a lot since hes pretty much required for his ermm "side job", but he hates it 😸 besides the arthritis it’s mostly because I think it’s silly that he hates it. yay

#ummm a lot of what i talk about with my ocs are the character relationships but thats why i write. i like gossip. its fun. LMFAO #im actually having trouble deciding whether i want atlas to be a killer or not. like regularly killing i mean. hes definitely killed SOMEON #im really inspired by ginger snaps and scream. i dont even like scream that much but it reminds me of how they are. lol #scotch and atlas are pretty different but theres two things i see as themes. they both hate communication (and that causes conflict; so mor #avoiding). and the fact that scotch lives vicariously through atlas. atlas is doing #what scotch thinks is interesting. for pretty much the entire time; scotch likes to beg atlas to turn him. i think scotch sees the lack of #control he has over his life and sees lycanthropy as power. arguably thats why scotch is so attracted to atlas. lol #idk. thats not canon. im just thinking out loud here.#and yk it is power but not freedom. atlas would much rather just be a regular wolf. hunting and shit. but hes got these damn people here lo #but he sees what his life is like being a lycanthrope and hes kinda like. no. im not bringing that onto you. you dont know what youre askin #YOU KNOW? its goofy. i know. but its fun. LOL #if you (a general audience you but it can be you too grins) want to talk about scotch's confusion about his attraction to eloise we'd be #here all day. i think scotch is an egg. i dont know. i truly think theres some vicarious living (again) through her femininity.#and el is trans so he doesnt see her femininity as unattainable to him. you know? i hope that makes sense lol and im kind of projecting on #to him wif dat. to be honest. but obviously in the other direction. BWAHAH #asks #eucyon #thank u for da ask jesse this is so fun ^__^ and exciting that someone remembers their names HAH #after all this talking in the tags what I meant to say is that scotch and atlas both have sick intentions. it’s just that scotch doesn’t #act on them. and atlas does. so. living vicariously. ok

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unicyclehippo · 2 years

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Only one bed for imodna

it had never been a problem before. two years they've travelled together and they've slept in stables, wrapped up in the same blanket; they've slept in tiny, crooked huts on tiny pallets, being a pillow for one another; they've slept in gutters and fields and inns, wrapped up in each other, safe and warm.

ashton gets three rooms for them and it's thoughtless, the way they all divide themselves. orym and fearne go into the third room; fearne examines each of them, wanders through and touches everything. she switches the blankets in the first and third room without saying a word, just smiling. fcg and ashton take the first door. chet wavers for a moment before ashton sticks his head out the doorway and winks him into their room, a teasing 'c'mon, you can keep me warm if fearne won't have you' drifting out into the hall before the door clicks shut. and imogen and laudna take the second.

the mind-on-mind-on-mind-on-mind-on-mind-on-mine never really ends, never stops, so when she sees the bed - bed, singular - imogen thinks first about fearne, picking her room, and the way her mind had gone quiet and light like someone laughing in the distance when she'd flounced away, and then imogen thinks about the man outside, three streets away, who can't choose between this curry dish or that bread dip, and then she thinks she might have been in her-their thoughts for too long because laudna is worrying at one of her nails, nearly pulled it from its bed as she stares at the singular bed.

'you take it.'

laudna doesn't seem to hear. she worries at her nail and she worries at the discordant strings inside her own head, pulling and plucking.

'laudna.'

'hm?'

'you take the bed.'

laudna tilts her head to the side, like imogen is speaking in a language she doesn't understand. 'i'm not tired quite yet-'

'i mean tonight. i'm going to sleep with fearne and orym. somethin' tells me they've got a bigger bed.' she lifts her bag onto her shoulder and steps out into the hall.

the door closes behind her - she is the one who pulls it closed, can't blame laudna for that one - and she has to stand still on trembling legs, back braced against the wall as laudna's mind remains empty for an awfully long time, a breath drawn in and in and in, maybe imogen is breathing in, a held breath, waiting for laudna's thoughts to return. in the noise - he decided on curry, finally, and down the way she dreamily watches the mechanics, grease-stained and muscle-bound, and on the next roof they pick seeds from inside the pulp of their fruit, handfeed them to their pin-prick taloned familiar, and more and more and more - and she waits for laudna's thoughts, her music.

laudna cannot keep them to herself, imogen cannot ignore them; laudna cannot hide, imogen cannot be alone. it is not something she gets to be but if she can bury herself beneath the weight, the pressure of something she chooses to submerge herself in, it can block out the rest a little. she wants to hear her, not the words; she wants to be soothed by the ease of it, that familiar mind against, around, on her own.

laudna is quieter than she usually is.

will she take this away too? imogen wonders. it is unkind. it is deserved. it is too much blame, misplaced, mishandled.

laudna's mind is heavier, denser than she usually is. that is not something imogen wants either. she flinches away from it; she returns just as quickly, because what if her mind is the only piece, the last piece, keeping laudna's together?

laudna's mind is a haunted house. the wood is rotted, eaten through with woodlice. she is fragile and always-mended; she fills her home with lovely furniture and friends; there is a woman in the attic who can look and sound just like laudna and if there is a lock on that attic door it is from the inside and the woman holds the key, and the candle, and a knife, and a rope that winds and winds and winds and winds and every beam in the house dangles a noose and laudna hangs herbs from them, and rats, and the decorations are not enough, and -

imogen opens the door.

'i thought you were bunking with fearne and orym?' laudna says. she has made herself comfortable on the bed, black ligaments strung between her fingers. pate sits on her knee. the pages from the conservatory - imogen's notes - sit out on her other knee.

'what are you doing with those?'

'reading them. again. i haven't discovered anything new.'

'maybe there isn't anything to find.'

'nonsense,' laudna scolds in that never-scolding tone, ever so sweet, ever so wise, like the ever-twenty girl knows everything about the turning of the world. 'there's an answer for every question. maybe not in these,' she allows, and shuffles the pages back into the dream journal she is keeping for imogen, 'but somewhere.'

'is there an answer for us?'

'yes.'

'what is it?' she needs to know. she needs the certainty, the comfort, the solid-ground that her mind can't give her. minds against her own, weighty then weightless, never the same sounds, never a pattern she can adjust to. 'what is it?'

she offers imogen no answer. she offers imogen a smile. it is an impossible smile. the joy in it, the love, is a mockery of life. there is no heart alive that can love so unrestrained. it is as though death lifted those limits on her; in recompense for what was stolen, laudna is permitted to love in excess.

'i'm so upset with you. angry.'

'i know. and i am so sorry.'

'scared.'

'i know.'

'promise me. no more lies. you're all mine.'

laudna does not promise. imogen presses with her mind, and laudna's will wavers, but still she does not promise. her eyes are wide and wet and she wants to, that much is obvious. she does not promise. she turns away. turns down the sheets. gets a glass of water from the pitcher in the corner and sets it onto the nightstand. she moves pate to her bag, tucks him in. she makes no promise. it is safer, it is kinder, it is harder, it is cruel. imogen has no stable ground, she is walking on a rope and cannot find her balance. laudna walks with her and it makes it harder but it would be worse to do it alone.

imogen climbs into bed. laudna climbs into bed. it is narrow and uncomfortable. laudna's elbow is so sharp when it digs into her side by accident. she doesn't apologise out loud but her mind presses against imogen's and it doesn't hurt. they have slept on much worse.

the moon glints out their window and something tells her that she won't dream tonight, but she will fall asleep terrified that she will. she is tired thinking of waking up tomorrow morning. how much will she forgive laudna for, just because it doesn't hurt to be close to her? how much is that worth? how much more will she forgive laudna for, because of that smile, all hers? how much more will she ask of laudna, because her mind was the first, her mind is the best, her mind is so freely shared, her mind is comfort in a way that nothing not even the stone felt like?

'sometimes, i think that if you were the one who could read minds, we wouldn't be here.'

laudna lays an inch away from her. she is cold. imogen rolls over and takes her hands, rubs warmth back into them. she does it most nights. tonight is so different; tonight is not so different.

'whyever would you think that?'

'even before,' she says, and laudna knows the befores - before power, before the incident, before laudna - so she does not say which one, 'i never was good with people. never liked them much.'

'there's not a thing in your mind i have not loved yet.'

'not even the other night?'

spindly fingers curl around her hand - spindly fingers curl around the crystal - they're both thinking it, she knows, but imogen doesn't pull away. she might, if it was another crystal, but it's her hand and that's safe with laudna. her heart too. any part of her.

'you think i don't know fear? loss? heartache? anger? you think such things are not sublime in you?' a lock of hair, twisting about laudna's finger. brushed back behind her ear. the weight of her mind, the weight of her regard, like the press of a cold hand. 'do you think i would not bow my neck to you for retribution if you asked it of me?'

imogen's hand finds her neck. she rubs little circles into it, massages out the tension, before leaving her hand there. warm.

'i'm not kind like you.'

'you've been kind to me.'

'i'm going crazy, i think.'

'i'm quite past that point myself.'

imogen smiles. brushes her thumb against laudna's temple. haunted house of a mind. tries so hard to turn every fear into something useful, a work of art. 'you said there's an answer for everything. what if - what if the answer is that i'm evil?'

laudna's breath catches. 'imogen -'

'or if not now, soon? what happens if i use my powers too much and i start attacking people? everyone? controlling them? you saw what i did with the lightning -'

'and i the same, a matter of seconds later.' laudna covers her hand with her own. cool, not cold. 'whatever your purpose is, it is mine. whatever your questions are, they are mine. and whatever my mind is, broken or helpful, it is for you. whatever my powers are, whatever their root, they are yours. it does not do to dwell on the may-be's and what-ifs, darling. they are only so kind in your head because they are not real.'

'real hurts,' imogen grumbles. wriggles forward until she is in laudna's arms and laudna is in hers.

'not always.'

imogen takes in the slow heartbeat beneath her ear, and the blanket drawn up over her shoulders, and the weight of the mind leaning against her own. nothing is settled; everything is as it should be, for tonight.

'not always,' she agrees.

#imodna my beloveds #tagging my stories #prompt fill #cr tag #listen ok i dont have a plan and i dont have a goal im just writing until something makes sense or feels sort of explored #anyway the mind stuff is so much fun to write i still dont think ive nailed it down but imma keep trying #imogen ur so messed up babey i love u #laudna ur so sweet n bright n messed up i love u too

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