#people disappear and the town's like

[frogspawned]

hellwalk... 2!!  begins auspiciously enough. i bear spray myself in the car. this is the second time this has happened, and the third shall happen very shortly. i roll down the windows, standing like a sad idiot in the pouring rain with my dogs, waiting for it to dissipate enough to be bearable. my hands are burning and my nose runs continuously. i take out the cans to stall for time with the dogs, who are trembling with excitement to Go Somewhere. freya (derogatory), who has recently discovered she can run to the neighbor’s yard, sprints to the edge of the road just to make me shout. this is a new fun game! i wish i had never stopped gaslighting her that the road is a lava.

we arrive at destination one, wherein i find a pile of discarded, filthy clothes, an awl, and a tackle box of some sort suspiciously discarded behind the brush.

there is a foul smell, a distinctly dead smell, so i search the area a bit. i don’t find anything, and decide to leave, because it’s none of my fucking business. as park time has been cut short, i decide we will go on a trail for a bit.

so there’s this trail that i took the worst walk of my life on, and, because i do not learn from experience, i decide that this is as good as any. it was optimal conditions; soaking rain for the last few days, muddy, fallen trees and branches from the last storm, no one knowing where i was going. mud and clay and more mud. there are many warning signs i will not have a good time, which i ignore.

freya races down the steep cliffs down to the river flats, having the time of her life. her only goal in life is to be a filth monster. this is her element.

(on a different, happier walk)

chewy (honorable)

chewy stood next to me, waiting for the beast to return so they could resume frolicking and gamboling. chewy does not do sheer cliffs anymore, as she is an old and distinguished lady. except, actually, she does! she goes down the hill, a quarter falling, mostly sliding. the mud reaches all the way to her elbows. this is very pleasing to her, until she tries to move around, after which she says ‘fuck this actually’ and tries to come back up.

the thing is, chewy cannot climb up. it requires a 3 foot vertical leap at the end where the dirt has fallen away from the tree roots. she has the hips of a calcium starved geriatric and thus the jumping power of a slug. she struggles to get on my bed. to be fair, my bed is very tall. to be more fair, i dragged an ottoman into my room -- which she has used before! sometimes she napped on it! -- to help her, and she decided she is terrified of it. she does not understand alternate routes. she is a being of many mysteries.

freya makes the run/jump easily, and demonstrates several times. this is the best thing that has ever happened! and so she must run, to celebrate.  chewy stares up at me, realizing she is trapped. (fun fact! it’s a 12 foot drop into deep mud; i know because many years ago, my OTHER dog walked off the edge and i had to climb down to retrieve her, as she refused to move. until i got to her. then she learned to struggle.) calling in the squeakiest baby voice i can muster, i lead chewy back down along the trail, which thankfully runs alongside the drop. chewy is deeply confused, but follows. the mud is a struggle for her. freya cannot decide what is more fun, lapping chewy or flying up the hill to run around me. after a few minutes, we reach an area with a shallow enough hill that chewy can manage. freya makes 3 trips up and down the hill before chewy arrives; on the fourth, she takes a flying leap over chewy from behind going uphill. i wish fervently i could steal her lifeforce. i would drain her like a caprisun. that dog would be a withered husk.

when she makes it to the trail, chewy is exhausted, cold, and soaked through. unutterably miserable. the biggest wettest eyes you’ve ever seen. she wants to go home. admittedly, she always wants to go home. her greatest wish is to go in the car somewhere, sniff, pee, and then get back in the car and go home. perhaps stopping along the way for a Treat.

we start to head back; however, return trips are when freya becomes Evil. there is nothing new! it’s all old stuff! this is the time to investigate the Mysteries she has passed before. she goes racing ahead, which is fine, normally, both my dogs wait at bends until they are in sight again. they are generally very good about staying near. freya makes a hard left turn into the brush; fine, whatever. they are both obsessed with grass, and i know there’s a patch down there. graze to your heart’s content! this is either my third or fourth mistake. the dog cannot be trusted. foolishly, i am grateful. at least she will be distracted from chewy while we go down the slickest clay hill in the world.

i carefully go off the trail onto the moss, guiding chewy down. it’s still steep but doable. i look up from the bottom. freya has what at first i think might be a piece of chicken, a fleshy pale beigeness. we stare at each other. she begins to chew, testing. i tell her no! drop it! she does, still watching, assessing. ‘drop it’ is a highly conditional command. i scramble up the hill, only to slip and crash onto my side. the bear spray hits the ground. the air is now spicy. the safety needs to be fixed. i have known this for several months. i slide down to the bottom. there is mud all up one side of my body. the puddle is so cold. i look up from the wet earth, and see the dawning realization in her eyes: i won’t get up there in time. freya begins her swallowing process, snakelike.  she doesn’t even move away; she enjoys watching the struggles and hardships, and most of all, people falling down.

i clamber on all fours up the hill, reaching her right as she gulps the last traces down. she is triumphant! her throat is making the weirdest, grossest sounds you’ve ever heard. she drops her head to collect more, and i see what it is. congealed dog vomit. it has the consistency of cold melted butter, with dog food chunks in it. i shoot out my hands to blockade her. it is no matter, because there is More along the trail. i can see it in her face. it is the gum incident all over again. she runs ahead. you’ll never catch me, mother. i am swift and sure footed, a beast of the undergrowth, and you are wearing your worst shoes.

i powerwalk down the trail after her, stopping her from going off to seek her treasures. she listens, because this is also a new game. questions plague me. what dog has been vomiting. why is there so much. i note at least five small piles, all just off trail. something terrible happened here. this is the second time i’ve had a horrible vomit experience on this very trail. which is funny, because it was the first thing i thought of when we arrived. ‘twas hubris that felled the beast; hubris and a short memory.

we are in the home stretch. so far i am winning, and she has not eaten any more puke. it does not matter to her; only that i am forced to keep up, and must shout. we round the last bend, i call her a wretched animal. i hear a voice a few feet behind me. a cold wave of deja vu passes through me. an Old Man has appeared from the woods. time is a flat circle. last time it was two old people. dread takes root in my belly. i am sisyphus. i am cassandra. i am soaked. history does not repeat, but it rhymes.

he is frightened of the dogs. freya is frightened of his umbrella. the disaster unfolds.

she is a slippery eel of a dog, and i didn’t put on her harness because i am a fool most of all, life is one long joke without a punchline, and didn’t expect to be here in the first place. my decision making lately has been poor. that was also a warning sign, ignored.  i herd her back to the car with big arm gestures and pleas (with only one road chicken scare, which gives me palpitations. what a fun game!! oh ho!). she is so muddy. she is so so muddy. the dog blanket on the back has fallen off due to chewy’s awkward scramble into the car. everything is muddy. i apologize to the old man. he is mud as well. the dogs are in high spirits. i give them their cookies, defeated. upon our return home, they gather first in the kitchen, for another cookie, and then on my clean sheets, for a nap. i am so very tired.

#i swore last time i would never take another walk there again but im a fucking clown so #the old people. the cliff. the vomit. it happened AGAIN. #long post #frog croaks #and the road is so so so bad like people die regularly on it #because it is winding and crumbling #in places #and people love to drive fast and/or drunk on it #it's cold enough that there's still snow on the ground #another fun fact #someone discarded corpses on these trails before! #people disappear and the town's like #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ #chronic it's not my fucking business disease #freya #chewy

[quickhacked]

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

For Yancey and Yukiko, if you'd like! 🖤

oc asks! / preferred ocs!

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

answered for yancey here!

i don't know if they can be classified as mythical creatures but yukiko likes eldritch beings a lot. just cosmic horror in general is entirely up her alley and she LOVES reading stuff about it :^)

🍸 COCKTAIL GLASS — what is your oc's favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

yancey doesn't drink anymore! he used to do it a lot and probably a little bit too much to the point he decided to take a step back and he's been sober for a few years now :^) he does like to have a mocktail every once in a while because he used to be a slut for cocktails in general. a mojito mocktail would be his favorite :^)

yukiko is a lightweight and because of that not allowed to drink a lot from her friends because she can get very silly very easily and do many many stupid things because of it LMAO but when she's allowed to have a little drink she will usually go for something sweet! her favorite is peach liquor which she drinks with some sprite and a lot of ice

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

the story begins with yancey moving to blightwood crossing because something has happened and he's no longer welcome at home because of it. the story never fully elaborates on what exactly happened, because ultimately it doesn't matter; everyone has a different perspective on the situation and nobody knows the full story, which makes it hard to determine what ACTUALLY went down and whether or not yancey is guilty of anything at all. but the main thing in there is that someone did in fact die. many would say that yancey played a significant role in it but most of them cannot be trusted or believed, and yancey never killed anyone but it would also not be fair to say that he had nothing to do with it at all. either way, the situation alienated him from his family and friends, unintentionally, mostly unfairly, and that's why he now lives in blightwood crossing and shit is about to start going down there horribly as well so basically yancey's life is fuckkkked

yukiko is known for being very kind and considerate, and she's never hurt or broken someone's trust with intention before. it has probably happened unintentionally over time since nobody is perfect, but generally she talks things out with people before the situation explodes into something bigger

#asks #katsigian #ask:yancey #ask:yukiko #oc asks #THANK YOU <3 i like being vague about yancey's backstory because it's a key aspect of the story that it's unclear what happened #the whole story takes place in this town at seemingly the end of the world where people go to disappear #and what they're trying to disappear from is nobody's business. it's just that sometimes they Actually disappear #which is a bit of a problem! things are happening in town! bad things!!!

[navramanan]

Would give anything to have a little friend group i feel like i belong to

#would give anything to have a few more muslim friends i swear you guys #got involved with the muslim students association in my uni town and took part in a meet up at the mosque #my issue is tho that i flourish in one to one meetings and disappear in group activities #this happened in october but i went there opened the door sat down and everyone was already engaging with each other #and it's so so difficult for me to break into conversations #i sat there feeling very nervous feeling invisible and very visible at the same time #not knowing what to do how to be part of anything #until someone noticed me to come and start talking to me and try to make me part of a group #it never works out for me. it's so difficult it drains me and i feel unsuccessful every time #which then discourages me it's like a cycle #i feel lonely -> decide to meet new people -> doesnt work out the way i wish it wouldve -> i feel lonely etc #i feel like i dont know how life works #feel like whenever i enter a new space i'm already late. everybody has found each other so i'm left out #nesi rants

[ev-isms]

hmm. you

#thinking about. deltarune because of the stuff surrounding ralsei #cause like . somethingsomething ralsei can travel between all dark worlds and #I think that could be because he came from the ‘main fountain’ that has the town #also . since ralsei just appeared in the other dark world maybe he’s an outlier and doesnt really have an objectcounterpart like the others #Now i think its like . most people assume that ralsei would have an object because hes a darkner and i could be wrong on this part but #i do not remember it ever being directly stated or even implied that EVERY darkner has to have an object attached #yes you get things from the closet and you go into the computer lab and the darkness are themed around that but ralsei could be something #different #and #something something the unused text in the manual that says dedicated to the dark fountain that gives my body form and also #how he like disappears when he gets knocked down #you could say that the gives my body form would be like . about the object given the life and stuff by the fountain but #hm #no inventory item or extra sparkle like when rouxls goes off #however i also think the object theory ideas are very neat as well i think would be cool either way:)

[quirkle2]

so like, aw man, this is not what you asked for but AVSNAVDJSVDA so you mentioned a theoretical timeline in which wars does have to go back to his era and has to live on his own in an era that hates him, and I still think abt that sometimes because I’m a sucker for angst. but because I’m an even BIGGER sucker for hurt/comfort, I still hold on in my heart that somehow, SOMEWAY, in that theoretical timeline, legend would not take no for an answer, and— being as stubborn as he is— somehow through magic and the spite and willpower of demanding a happy ending, manage to find wars down the line anyway.

If anyone could do it, it would probably be legend, honestly. Drag chboy back into comfort and safety and the arms of someone who loves him no matter what other people say or do. And honestly, Legend’s earned it. They both have. I know ranch au exists but the idea of both theoretical ends being soft because they just love each other That Much is one that warms me heart.

while it makes me sad that they're not All together, i personally love this idea to bits and i think legend would absolutely be the one to flip off fate and tell it to go fuck itself. the narrative of that is so heartwarming ??

he's done nothing but save the world since he was nine at the request of beings he'll never be able to truly comprehend. he's been beaten and bloodied out of necessity and he's been starved bc nine year olds that come from orchards r not taught how to hunt. the world forced him—a little kid—to destroy himself for it, and he never had any say in the matter. and eventually, he gave up trying to find a hole in the agreement or a promise of freedom between the lines. it's for the safety and security of the kingdom, after all

he never valued himself enough to try harder to escape it. but warriors? he loves wars more than anything. he'd Do anything for the guy. and when legend realizes that wars is prolly gonna get sucked back into his own shitty era, filled with shitty people who routinely bite the hands that feed them, legend felt So much dread at that thought.

warriors deserves better. warriors deserves So much better than that. and thanks to wars, legend now believes that he himself deserves better than this—ripped away from his partner as thanks for keeping humanity alive. he's in a better spot mentally, and now that he truly has smth to fight for that's not just an assigned task by a goddess, he's pretty much unstoppable

it could go two ways—either legend goes to wars' era and lives w him, or he takes wars backs to his own. since wars is in genuine danger of people attacking him in his era, once they have their tearful reunion, they prolly go back to legend's time If they were able. legend might have enough power to make two warps (wow! convenient!)

i rly love the idea of them leaving legend's current house to ravio, and they move to find a bigger space to settle down. they 100% buy a nice home on a more peaceful side of the kingdom and they live in the same space and breathe the same air and they have Never been happier. legend starts a garden and teaches wars how to care for plants n shit. wars becomes an author like he always wanted. they already have enough money to retire cuz bein a hero is a very lucrative business, so their house is Nice and they never go hungry and also they get a dog . i said so.

the end. they live like an old married couple . i Said so

#qktalks #bluesmoth #qpr wars and ledge #also yes the . the story of two people loving each other enough to bridge gaps between WORLDS . i fuckin eat that shit up #they r each others' saviors . #they buy a house together and wake up together and make breakfast togetherand oh m ygod wait h ahang on hang on ohm ygod #the WATERWORKS on display when they reunite ......my god #i kept this reasonably fluffy but i real quick wanna talk abt just how fuckin Miserable wars looks when ledge finally finds him #it's prolly been at least a few weeks ? and in that time wars has slept like a homeless man bc he Is a homeless man #he also hasn't been able to eat a lot ............ he looks a bit rough and maybe a little sickly #he hasn't had any shelter to stay in since everybody drives him away from towns n shit . people hate him now :( #and when legend shows up? #it's not even the relief of like ''oh thank god somebody who can give me basic necessities'' that makes wars break down into sobs #it's the ''ohthank god this entire world Hates me and there's finally somebody who can show me an ounce of love'' that crumbles him #he'sso fucking Starved for it #he went through 20 some years of not getting affection #but he was Used to that back then #now that he's lived it and learned how nice it is ?? he dies a lil bit inside without it #he needs love .............he Needs validation he'sso fucked up and neglected #clings to legend like he's hallucinating and he's gonna disappear if he lets go .............sobs his fucking heart out in relief #legend holds him so fuckin close. so desperately

[bravevolunteer]

thinking about michael and the rumors that he was the one behind the kids going missing. i’m normal

#:((( #i’ve said it before it’s not Serious legal accusations bc there’s nothing to incriminate him for. His Father’s crimes #we know damn well they weren’t even able to figure out william 💀 #but in a small town where everyone Knows and michael is infamous as a murderer for a horrible mistake he made when he was like that young #he can’t ESCAPE. the disappearances are at his family’s restaurants. he’s constantly looked at like a headcase and a problem. of Course #there’s going to be rumors circulating that he did it. and guess what if he reacts harshly it’ll only make it worse! #he just wants to be seen as a person he just wants to be not even good enough just Decent instead of being called a killer or crazy or #whatever else people say about him i’m so sick. and yet he thinks he doesn’t deserve that! mike buddy you know you didn’t do it right #THATS NOT SCARY. THATS A HOMOSEXUAL #⁂ ･ﾟ: i was looking for a job‚ and then i found a job‚ and heaven knows i’m miserable now ➛ ooc

[neverendingford]

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#contemplating the existence of loving yet uncommitted relationships. relationships of mutual convenience not romantic but still not platonic #tag talk #like. I want intimacy. I want to love and be loved. but the usual understanding of that is that you are committed. you are locked in. #taking a break from a relationship is code for “we're breaking up”. there's is no getting out without destroying the bond #I wonder if the classic Tom Cruise c love a woman but next movie she's dead“ trope could be seen as a version of that. #a socially acceptable way to love someone until you're done and then move on to the next thing. #a lot of my hookups have been a one time deal even though I would have liked to see them again. because they got too attached. #people see love and presume romance. people see openness and presume emotional connection and commitment. #if your friend is having a rough time and needs to disappear for a week. that's okay. but a partner suddenly can't. #there's less permissable distance in a romantic relationship. #why can't I do the classic spaghetti western thing? ride into town. help out and be appreciated for it. and then leave when I feel it's time #cue that magnificent seven quote that's like “cowboys are like the wind and farmers are like the land”. there are different ways to live #and social interaction is a numbers game. meeting people until you finally find someone you're compatible with. #and the more particular or non-standard you are. the more your success pool narrows. or at least that's how it feels #I know the reality is that there's more relationship diversity out there than it seems. because divergence is suppressed and hidden. #but that contributes to it being harder to find. more difficult to seek. more culturally shameful to pursue. #I don't think I've ever seen a fwb relationship in media that's not either played for laughs or turned into a romance eventually #the classic “men want fwbs and women want a committed relationship” ☠️ it's not a concept that gets taken seriously. #I just.. ugh. I feel like I'm pushing against the entire weight of my upbringing because what I innately desire is so far from acceptable #and I've unlearned so much self criticism and policing. but there's so much more to go and I just. ugh. it's so exhausting

[robyn-goodfellowe]

@howdyfriend i didn't feel likke finishing. the doodle unfortunately because i am tired and i have sososo many things to do today but here is a really quick sketch of ruby for your viewing pleasure :) i'll render her for realsies one day

ruby is a character from a story that i created for a writing contest in spring 2022 that i ultimately did not end up completing or entering due to a lack of time and confidence in both the story and my writing abilities. because this is a story that i do want to tell one day, i won't go super into the plot, but i will tell you some of the core information about my favorite character from it: ruby <3

ruby is a little girl who immigrated with her dads from cape verde to north carolina (SAD! 💔) when she was ~3 years old. she was by all means a normal child growing up! she was an absolute ray of sunshine and a huge source of joy to everyone who knew her- even as a child, she was always regarded as very charming! she knew how to wrap people around her little fingers and did it with ease. she was very in tune with her surroundings- nature and animals especially-, but her talent was always with reading others in her life. she had an affinity for befriending other kids that were normally bullied, teased, or just weren't very good at making friends, and because she was so well-liked, this friendship offered these other kids protection from bullying. the first friend she really latched onto was khalil (the protagonist of this story), but there were three others that joined her main circle of friends growing up: jordyn, and fraternal twins haadi and fatima. she was, really, the heart of a lot of things: the heart of her friendship, the heart of her family, so on and so forth. in a way, the world did revolve around her. people were always drawn to her and she knew it.

and then one day she went missing.

two weeks before school let out for summer and exactly five days after her thirteenth birthday, ruby started walking home from school and never came home. she was reported missing, but nothing ever came of it- there were no signs as to where she could've gone or anyone who could've taken her. some theorized that maybe she'd tried to take a shortcut through the woods near her home- something she was known to do often when she walked home alone (both out of a love for nature and because it was faster)- but extensive volunteer search and rescue results yielded no results. it was strange. she was there one moment and gone the next in the blink of an eye.

her disappearance absolutely tore her community apart- her fathers relationship suffered, her friend group fell apart, that sort of thing. there was nowhere to search and no one to question and ruby, beloved as she was by her community, was eventually just... accepted as gone and set aside. after all, what can you do when you've done everything you can and still yield no results? (... damn, sounds familiar...)

exactly two years later, two weeks before let out for the summer and five days after what would've been ruby's fifteenth birthday, khalil- ruby's oldest friend- walks home from school. he'd grown up in the same neighborhood as ruby did, but it never really felt like home after she'd left. her family had always been more of a family to him than his own had (his mother is a hoarder with deep, complex issues stemming from her own childhood, and while she loves him greatly she ultimately just was never meant to be a parent and it really shows) and he'd distanced himself through his own grief when he realized that ruby was gone for good. except... there she is, standing by the trail entrance to the woods so many people had meticulously combed through searching for her. wearing the same clothes, holding the same backpack, and waving brightly at him like she hasn't been missing for two years.

despite khalil's tears and ruby's confusion over said tears and seeing him (why does he look so much older?), it's a happy reunion between the two of them. its even happier when khalil practically sprints to ruby's dads' home and almost breaks down the door knocking on it. ruby's home, she's home, and everyone's happy! it's ruby! it's a miracle! most missing children never come home, but she did! she came home alive, whole and healthy... unnaturally so, it seems, because a medical examination that the local precinct insists on preforming on her reveals that she's... completely unchanged.

it's not just that she's still wearing the same clothes or carrying the same backpack (neither of which show any dna that isn't hers) from the day she went missing. it's not just that she's the same height and the same weight as she was when she was thirteen. it's not just that she's still wearing the exact same bandaid she'd put on at lunch the day she'd disappeared because she'd scraped her knee dicking around with her friends. it's not just that the food she didn't finish the day she disappeared left inside of her bag is still as fresh as it was that morning.

she's completely untouched by time. she's still thirteen, and whatever happened to her within the span of the two years she'd been missing, she claims that she doesn't remember any of it. in fact, it doesn't seem like anything happened to her at all. it's almost be tempting to pretend she'd never disappeared in the first place. ruby's fathers, her friends, khalil, they should all be thankful! not everyone gets to have their loved ones back in one piece- or at all.

after all, even if there's still a two year gap in her life where her memories should be, she's still home, and that's enough. sure, her eyes might be growing lighter by the day and there might be more sharp teeth in her mouth than any human normally has, but she's still the same old ruby everyone knows and loves.

it's just a shame there's something else underneath her skin now, too.

i think dwight and ruby would be friends because they both get to have fun body-related horrors :) but outside of that he just feels like one of those kids that ruby would be really quick to latch to and be protective of, even before she goes missing. he's a big sweetheart and ruby has a big, big soft spot for people like him. he's her friend now. they're having soft tacos later!

#ocs #delete later #as u can tell. i write a LOT of stories about people disappearing/leaving/going missing idk. its fun!!!! #north carolina in particular is bc this story is very vaguely tied to hillside (blossom hills is in nc) but by the time this story happens #blossom hills is not really a town anymore and hasnt been for years #but i really just like my human-passing creatures :) im a sucker for fucked up aliens and monsters but idk . i like when they look human #it makes it SO much funner to play into unnatural/uncanny valley type things #this story at the time was called drosera! after the carnivorous flower. feel free to make your own assumptions about what that implies. :)

[erabundus]

creature  is  his  default  state  of  being.

#𝟎𝟎𝟓 : 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘴. ◟ status .◝ #𝟎𝟎𝟗 : 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯. ◟ crack .◝ #( he would probably argue otherwise but you heard it here first. he is a little creacher. a silly little guy. big cryptid energies. ) #( i used to have a headcanon that he was literally effectively a cryptid ) #( i need to find where i wrote it & rewrite it but basically -- ) #( he would get into the habit of returning to certain towns / locations / etc every few years & it would deeply unnerve people ) #( like yes there are a lot of funky immortals scuttling around teyvat but then you just have this guy. ordinary guy but he never ages. ) #( you run a humble bookstore. he shows up after disappearing for three years to harass you for a discount on this obscure & rare novel ) #( it has been thirty years. he was your father's customer. perhaps his father's father's customer. ) #( he has never aged. you don't even know his name. he has no visible vision but his eyes crackle and flash like lightning. ) #( he swings wildly between speaking like a lazy 20-something and an archaic & deeply cynical poet. ) #( his smiles are plastic and don't reach his eyes ) #( but the one time you saw him speaking softly to your neighbor's kid after they scraped their knee -- ) #( you swore he seemed like a totally different person. ) #( ... you run a humble bookstore. he shows up after disappearing for five years to harass you for a discount on this obscure novel..... ) #( he tries to avoid visiting the same place too often now but tl;dr there definitely was a point when he didn't think to be so careful. )

[jestercoven]

my day be so Slow and Lonely and Sad and then boom. philip co con after like a week of being almost completely silent and Gone

#i dont know if me not eating when i have food was what caused him to come out or like. the General Bad Feelings ive been having. #but im happy about it #i missed talking back and forth and just Knowing that he was there in my little passenger seat #things have been Stressful and Upsetting and its comforting knowing that hes Back from Silent Town #i think the only reason he disappeared for a bit is cause of stress from talking to other people and i get it tbh #system stuff

[shadowglens]

anduin has apparently been missing for three years when dragonflight starts, after he was corrupted and traumatised by the jailer’s domination magic, and i can’t stop thinking about the idea that he’s spent those few years with annika and keeshan.

#txt #ch: annika dobrovski #like!! ok hear me out!! #annika was left traumatised after BFA when she was corrupted by the old gods #and so following the war's conclusion she and keeshan left the alliance and disappeared into the wilderness to attempt having a normal life #with only a handful of people even knowing where they ended up settling (somewhere in the mountains of the middle eastern kingdoms) #and anduin was definitely one of those people #so when he goes through a very similar experience with the jailer and almost fears who he is now he first starts aimlessly wandering azeroth #after leaving sylvanas behind in the maw #until one day he hears something about annika (maybe a war story told over drinks in a tavern somewhere) #and Immediately packs his few things and heads off to where he knows she and keeshan settled #cut to a few weeks later - annika sitting in her small garden planting flowers with her a five year old ivana #when her worg natalya suddenly bounds off into the trees and freshly-melted snow howling #only to return moments later trailing behind a sullen haunted looking anduin #little ivana standing with dirt on her cheeks and asking who he is #and annika just slowly standing - brushing her hands clean on her pants - and smiling a small sad smile of understanding #anduin is barely holding himself together after everything that's happened and so when annika quietly walks up to him and places a gentle #hand on his arm and asks if he's okay - he just folds her in a hug and starts to cry #that night once keeshan's returned from town with a 3 year old nessa - he and annika agree that anduin can stay as long as he likes #ivana is constantly asking him questions about anything and everything - and many of the books in the dobrovski household are crayon-marked #and the whole house is covered in wolf fur and is just a little too small for three adults and two young children #but it's the first time in a long time that anduin's felt like he has a home! a real home! probably since his dad died honestly #and so he happily helps with chores and goes with annika into town and hesitantly drinks ale with keeshan on the front porch #and lets himself heal from the trauma he's experienced #idk idk idk #i am having so many thoughts and feelings rn and None of it is coherent because hardly any of the moots care about wow #anyway sorry for wow oc posting on main 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 #oh and also #f: dobrovskis

[greensaplinggrace]

absolute gremlin behavior

#akjshdfkjsdf john wtf 😭 #john marston #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption #anyways i robbed the gunsmith when javier was in town so i know the camp members will intervene if they're nearby #but THIS WAS SO INSANE #catch john wiping out three people and then immediately looting them like some bastard man while not a single cop does anything #before just sprinting away #like WHAT?!?! #arthur gets punched and john's just like 'this cannot stand i must commit murder' #and then two seconds later just goes 'lmao bye' and fuckn disappears into the ether #myramblings #myedits #kinda #lol #myworks #was trying to get captures for my gifs but ended up getting this instead

[localvoidcat]

watched interlude again (still cannot properly stomach mark's screaming but kudos to alex for their sound design cuz holy shit) and it's.

HORRIFYING.

Imagine the horror of seeing the death toll that just rises and rises with every passing year. The government just desperately attempting to dispel the fear to at least TRY to ensure that people survive. The whole of MCPD... :(

YEAH. YEAH. ITS. ARHGHAHGHAHRAHRG.

#dude. that kills me so much #especially when tmcblr bitches use that. its like. the realization that your town is just empty. #you dont notice it at first. maybe stores start closing down maybe you see less people outside maybe you hear less things on the news. #but its not until years later that you realize you're alone. #thousands of people are gone. are they dead? did they leave? are you next? you don't know. #the government says those things are gone. but you can still hear a scratching at your window at night. a voice in your ear. #a face when you try to sleep. #people blame the police for not solving the cases. the police put on a smile and say that they have it under control #but they're just as scared as you are. #another store closes down. another neighbor disappears. another day goes by. #every day gets brighter indeed. #tmc

[cagesings]

i  don’t  think  you  all  understand  how  fun  it  would  be  for  s.weeney  t.odd  to  take  place  in  hawkins  because  either  people  are  disappearing  because  of  spooky  upside  down  stuff  or  because  dramatic  man  decides  to  murder  everyone

#so far for this girl's st verse (look at me getting into the other st): #lucy and benjamin were lived in london but in order to get away from turpin they decided to move to small town indianna #but turpin follows them like a creep and lovett somehow convinces her husband to follow them #the whole thing with benjamin and lucy happens and turpin takes johanna and the story can continue just with more Happenings #sweeney can easily blame the people disappearing on other weird stuff going on #though he probably actually operates in a nearby city for more customers then comes home to hawkins #he has a better chance of seeing his daughter this way but does it take it? probably not #*❈ ‣ 𝑖'𝑚 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑙𝑒 — ( ooc. ) #i did not mean for my tags to get so ramble-y again

[esleep]

i actually do kinda like delivering groceries on the side because it gives me such a unique cross-section of the community. i never know whose groceries im shopping for until i finish the delivery and see them/their home and it's like it adds more detail to the picture of who they are. the baby supplies going to the apartment that i know for a fact is one bedroom (they'll be moving soon - i bet they're apartment hunting, i hope they find a place). the new cat litter box, bowl, and kitten food going to the house covered in "i <3 my dog" paraphernalia (a kitten definitely showed up on the porch recently and made itself at home). the fairly healthy boring grocery order that includes an incongruous tub of candy-filled ice cream going to the home of an elderly woman with toddler toys in the yard (it's clearly for her grandkids, whom she sees often).

shopping for someone else's groceries is a fairly intimate thing. i've bought condoms and pregnancy tests, allergy medicine and nyquil, baby benadryl and teething gel, a huge pile of veggies paired with an equally huge pile of junk food, tampons and shampoo and closet organizers and ant traps and deodorizing shoe inserts and a million other little things that tell a million different stories in their endless combinations. one time someone had me buy one single green bean. i messaged them to confirm that's actually what they wanted, and they said yes - neither of them liked green beans very much, but they had a baby they were introducing to solid foods, and they wanted to let him try one to see if he liked them. another time i had someone request 50 fresh roma tomatoes - not for a restaurant, but for a person in an apartment. the kitchen behind them smelled like basil and garlic when they opened the door. another time i brought groceries to three elderly blind women who share a house. that was one of the few times i have ever broken my rule and gone inside a place i've delivered to, because they asked if i could place the grocery bags in a specific location in the kitchen for them to work on unloading and there was no way i was going to refuse helping.

i gripe about the poor tippers, but people can also be incredibly kind. one time i took shelter from a sudden vicious hailstorm inside an older lady's home in a trailer park, while i was in the middle of delivering her groceries. we both huddled just inside the door, watching in shock as golf-ball-sized hail swept through for about five minutes and then disappeared. she handed me an extra $10 bill on my way out the door.

when covid was at its deadliest, people would leave extra (often lysol-scented) cash tips and thank-you notes for me taped to the door or partially under the mat. i especially loved the clearly kid-drawn thank you notes with marker renderings of blobby people in masks, or trees, or rainbows. in summer of 2020 i delivered to a nice older couple who lived outside of town in the hills, and they insisted i take a huge double handful of extra disposable gloves and masks to wear while shopping - those were hard to find in stores at the time, but they wanted me to have some of their supply and wouldn't take no for an answer.

anyway. all this to say people are mostly good, or at least trying to be, despite my complaints.

#long post

[wild-at-mind]

A couple of years pre-pandemic my town had a series of events happen in it that was so monumental that it made the global news, and a few years later a fictionalised drama was made, but they had all the characters from the town do Bristol accents for some reason.

#because..south west i guess? *shrug #the accent here is mainly only heard in older people and is similar to a lot of rural accents of the region #my mum's theory is that anywhere a town is close enough to commute to london the local accent starts disappearing #anyway i just felt like remembering this weird moment in our local history especially as the event is thankfully long over