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marlinspirkhall · 6 months

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My favourite Game Changer quotes in no particular order:

“Take my points, you twee bitch, take my points away!”

“TIMBS! TIMBS, BITCH!”

“I haven't been able to since the HRT.” / “That's so interesting; I have the opposite problem.”

“He wanted to see his son fall, fall from the sky, oh how CLOSE to the SUN he FLEW, but Daedalus our little master craftsman over here had some WAX WINGS OF HIS OWN–”

“The lady said butthole, Sam.”

“Beardsley left this for me.” / “But you voted them out!” / “I am aware of that, yes.”

“Call your dad! Call your dad!” / “Call his... Dad?”

“I'm hungie :(”

“My period started during the break and I am in immense pain right now. This is not a bit.”

“Hey! Timothy! You're not allowed on the street anymore, and you know why?” / “Why?” / “On account of the crimes!”

“Can I solve it? Can I solve the thing?” / “WHAT?” (...) “That was a real Jewel moment right there, to go to so far at the top from so far at the bottom.”

“If Ally Beardsley comes out with a crown on their head I'm going to lose it.”

“Yes, of course I flinched. I'm not gonna stand here and pretend I didn't flinch, that was terrifying.”

“Just give it to me now, we all know I can do this.”

“You're gonna get Josh Ruben in here and not give him a seagull to do? Okay.”

“There is a big difference between walking into an escape room and finding yourself inside one.”

“Zac is running down the street? Jacob is driving home, and Ally is on their way to the airport.”

“Byoooouh.”✋😐✋“Did you factor in the antlers?”

“I am also 31. It's important to know there are three men in their thirties here today.”

“I think... You did this, and you're a bad man.”

“Was it writing Katie's name down and letting everyone think it was the art department?”

“The dungeon master is now my prisoner, it's Brennan Lee Mulligan!”

“There's gonna be a loop-de-loop.”

#Game Changer #Dropout #Ally Beardsley #brennan lee mulligan #Lou Wilson #Zac Oyama #jacob wysocki #izzy roland #game changer quotes #erika ishii #katie marovitch #josh ruben #sam reich #raphael chestang #Game Changer spoilers

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eoieopda · 1 year

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Can you please do a jungkook being dad or to be dad ?!?🥹🫠they’re freaking cute

aaaaaah! i love writing dad!bangtan 🥹

ft. established relationship au, unmarried jk & reader, mention of unplanned pregnancy, matching timbs.

No part of your life proceeded as planned.

Somehow, everything you ended up with fell right into your lap before you could think to seek it. One of those sudden discoveries was Jungkook, your now-boyfriend, who crashed into your life four years ago in the most literal sense — on a bike, right into the side of your car.

Things escalated from first aid on the sidewalk to compensatory japchae at a nearby restaurant. When his nose stopped bleeding and your bellies were full, the conversation kept flowing until the restaurant staff begged to be able to close for the night.

You didn’t expect him to stick around for all of that, but you were glad he did.

He became a recurring character in your life after that; promoting himself to series regular in the same way your sporadic coffee dates became part of your daily routine. From the café up the block to your jointly-purchased kitchen table, he was present at your side.

Your pregnancy came about just as unexpectedly. Only a year into your relationship, you pissed on a stick to confirm a hunch. You — perhaps unfairly — expected a negative reaction to that positive result, but what you got instead was partnership. Jungkook’s presence once again communicating his promise to stay.

And shit, did he make good.

For someone who didn’t plan to become a father at twenty-three, he was as good at this as he was literally everything else. A quick study, he could change a diaper faster than you could blink.

Jungkook made it all look easy, too; not exhausting, not frustrating, just natural. He soothed Jungsoo’s crying with minimal effort — usually with a song — and he was especially adept at keeping that smushy face smiling.

Best of all, you couldn’t identify a single moment in which the work felt unequal. He was adamant that parenting was a team sport.

True to form, he turned the dreaded, late-night wake-ups into a competition against himself. He’d set new personal records in both his response time and his resolution time. He’d be back in bed, wrapping himself around you before your sleep-steeped brain fully processed his absence.

Working full-time from home meant that you got to marvel at his talents in real-time. Watching the two of them interact throughout each day, you fell more impossibly in love with both of them. With their unbridled imaginations; their special, shared language; the eerily familiar way Jungsoo buffered through his confusion.

Because of your beloved boys, your house was full of laughter — every single day. You didn’t have to miss a single second.

Sitting at your kitchen table with your laptop open in front of you, you were halfway through today’s project. Jungkook had taken over the finger-painting session so you could meet your deadline without issue. At some point, though, you noticed a quiet you weren’t used to.

It was too early for nap time, so where was the giggling? The sing-alongs that made up the soundtrack to your day?

In the laundry room down the hall, you heard the door to the garage open and shut again. It was followed by slow, careful footfalls up the wooden steps; then an odd, metallic clatter that prompted you to stand. Before you could investigate further, there they came:

Jungkook, holding a step stool and a shopping bag from the hardware store. The pair of them must have slipped out unnoticed during your conference call earlier.

Jungsoo, holding his father’s hand while keeping plastic safety goggles on his face with the other. They coordinated perfectly with the toy tool-belt wrapped around his waist, and the yellow hard hat on his head.

Both were wearing Timberlands, though the smaller pair had zippers on the sides for ease of use.

“What are you two handymen up to?” You giggled as you placed your hands on your hips. Truly, the sight of them had you swooning; it would’ve been impossible not to smile.

The twenty-six-year-old exchanged a look with his three-year-old colleague; then the former held up the shopping bag. “The playroom ceiling needs a new eyeball.”

He said it matter-of-factly as if his explanation didn’t require one of its own. Jungkook noted the way you blinked slowly back at him, then he cleared his throat with a laugh.

“Sorry — lightbulb,” he corrected himself as he gently patted the top of your son’s hard hat. It shifted slightly at the contact, but Jungkook was quick to fix it. “I’m studying up on Jungsoo-ese.”

At the mention of his name, Jungsoo’s entire face lit up. His nose scrunched as he smiled, leaving his two front teeth on full display. You lovingly tapped the tip of that crinkled nose with your index finger, “I need lessons, apparently!”

Jungkook nodded, then knelt down to consult with his partner. He whispered something that you didn’t catch, and then Jungsoo went rocketing off to the playroom with a whoop. As soon as he was gone, Jungkook stood, wrapped his arms around you, and pulled you in for a kiss that left you breathless.

“I can tutor you, baby,” he promised with a cheeky grin, “But my expertise doesn’t come cheap.”

“Oh?” You smirked, “Name your price.”

He kept his eyes fixed on you as he nodded, much more serious when he spoke again, “We can negotiate specifics after bedtime, but I think this construction crew would benefit from a little expansion.”

Leaning up onto your toes, you carded your fingers through his hair and kissed him deep. You pulled away only to murmur against his lips, “There are more eyeballs in this house than there are hands to fix them…”

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enden-agolor · 4 months

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I think for Christmas Jesse gets Lukas like really nice clothes and new journals/books for him to write in and read. Lukas though gets Jesse like the first 3 seasons of Spongebob on dvd, V-bucks, a new pair of timbs and a dinner at his favorite restaurant and Lukas just sits there on the couch holding his coffee mug doing that like mom pose where he just watches Jesse open his stuff on the floor and freak out and loudly say "thank you Lukas!!!" At everything and he is so pleasantly satisfied with how easy it is to make Jesse happy and how wonderful it is to see him smile

#rambling

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lovable-liar · 8 months

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Can you write a Jschlatt x vampire goth! Reader 🌚🌚 (female)) ( definitely not projecting 🧎‍♀️

I see absolutely no projecting in this ask 👀

𝗷𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘁 + 𝗩𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

You first met Schlatt when he was in the Lunch Club! (Whether you are a youtuber/streamer yourself or you edit for them or the Misfits)

Back then, he was very surprised by your style. His comfort zone was vintage crew necks and basketball shorts, so when you first met irl he was shocked but more so intrigued.

He was initially attracted to you because of your bold makeup. He thought you were so fucking cool because of the stark blacks and whites of your eye shadow and how confident you were to wear a black or blood red lipstick.

Taking pics together of just your shoes <3

His Timbs next to your Demonias <3

Big tiddies or small tiddies, Schlatt always refers to you as his Goth GF online.

He’s so protective of you.

You get weird stares in public by old white people, but he’s right beside you giving them right back.

Bonding over alt music <3

People do a huge double take when you mention you’re together and you both find it hilarious

THRIFTING TOGETHER <3

You shopping in the wedding dress section for things you can cut up and dye black.

Him shopping in the men’s section for sweaters and shirts with funny prints.

Schlatt being slightly embarrassed if you’re as tall as him in your platform shoes. He’ll puff up his chest and try to make himself look as big as possible which makes you laugh. He’s so cute! <3

Putting eyeliner on him… I’m ill, I’m literally ill, I need help.

He sees you in “normal” clothes one time and is permanently traumatized. Who are you? Give him his girlfriend back.

#jschlatt x reader #jschlatt fluff #jschlatt #schlatt #schlatt fluff #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x goth!reader #jschlatt x vampire!reader #schlatt x goth!reader #schlatt x vampire!reader

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estradasphere · 4 months

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I love the Palace of Mirrors short story so much it reads like bad fanfic someone would write about the band except its official. "Hey what if we were all tragic heroes in a dystopian scifi story. Timb gets magic powers or some shit. Also we hate Lee so he gets his girlfriend taken away from him and dies"

#estradaposting #also the ending feels super rushed and anti-climactic its hilarious. Everyone dies The End go home

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poetdreamerfool · 2 years

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2022 Freestyle Series #29

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its gonna be long night high for hours like the middle of a long flight never sell my soul not even for a klondike

my bars colder than the polar bear's almost at the tower text rupenzel throw you hair I was busy looking for a feeling that was never there locs in my head locks on the windows locks on doors broken locks on the floor locks is everywhere the writings on the wall the writing is on my skin the writing is full of expletives and ad hominems raised by wolves I aint even got mom an them out on a stage out on a limb break a leg break your skin but ain't nobody ask what's breaking him to many folks living life like the sims when my car dash she in call her kim trees could be my logo too word to timbs if youre looking for that poet I am him lost and found like the bin interconnected to my pain like a hoop and a rim swish

here I go probing earlobes if its 4th and 1 then I'm beastmode hear a beat and its feast mode yall think its a game you can beat those but out here in the field there ain't cheat codes

yessir he goes beauty in the eye of the beholder but it aint more pretty than what fear holds but it kinda like pants and a belt aint no sympathy felt inner child aging like milk fight fire with fire And everything melts I know some like hot ask Roddy what I got in the box my arm's in the rim my lungs full of pot I ain't never do shit Thats why i never got caught ascended the block with will power and thought wavy like eyebrows on the Rock I wrestle my demons most niggas just talk game like both marshalls mathers and faulk show em hard work most niggas would balk lived too many years on their knees forgot how to walk

runnin through these trees like jazz jackrabbit just my existence has the cops saying dang nabbit cause my skin blacker than the sabbath and I believe in myself that makes it tragic black excellence seen as average so resilient have you believing in magic when I get on imma wreak havoc move savage I will ravage the mediocrity that I was taught not to be no circle me myself and I its more like an isosceles you can thank masculinity and its hypocrisies cause it don't matter what you say it'll respond you're welcome.

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pumpkinpietimb · 2 months

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“Hello? Is this thing on?” It felt like time had stopped the moment he heard the voice come out of the speaker. Jaiden. He brought the recorder closer to his ears, not wanting to miss a single word from his best friend, all signs of playfulness gone at the sound of her voice. Jaiden let out a little laugh, it sounded weak and tired even through the static of the poor quality audio. "Okay, okay, I got it. Thank you.” There was a small pause, the sound of rustling clothes, and a sigh. "Hi, Foolish.” She said, voice soft with something akin to grief hiding beneath it. He knew that voice. He didn't like that voice.

HI. I WOKE UP TODAY AND CHOSE VIOLENCE. AND PAIN. I'M CRYING. :thumbsup:

#qsmp #timb writes #my fic #foolish gamers #qsmp jaiden #major character death

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natureismynature · 10 months

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I’M COOKING. *doesn’t fucking know how mafias work and is scrambling to understand through google*

#qsmp #timb writes #qsmp mafia au

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thatoneao3writer · 2 years

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In the hero au you asked what Skeppys origin is I think that Skeppy is loaded his dad is rich and collected curse artifacts he spent to much time out looking to make money Skeppy became a kid that caused trouble to get attention that’s why he pranks bbh because he wants attention he got his power because he got mad at his dad and decided to play a prank he took his dad’s favorite artifact but when he touched it he got cursed painful gems now grow on his skin he joined the villains to find a cure

wow. this is a great Skeppy manifesto Skeppy himself would write and post on his MySpace account at 4am on November 12th, 2013

unfortunately dear asker we already have Skeppy's backstory but this is great too. I'll have Timb look into it and see if we can make a timeline E specifically for this (/j but srsly it's great)

- 🐋

#ttau #ask #skeppy #adina123

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 2 years

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In an upcoming chapter, a pair of characters are going to encounter an angel wearing jeans and farming boots under his robe, and all I could think of while writing it was a Bailey School Kids book called “Angels Don’t Wear Timbs.”

#the vampirino story

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s0lam33y · 3 months

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What is the fashion like in your wip? Do you have any pictures saved of outfits your characters would wear?

MHMMMMM If i had to pick a WIP, Imma use the ymms one and the teach me series.

So for the producer!Riri series, I always think of rings, chains, grills, gold in general. I think of her picking comfort over style but still putting a good outfit together. For example, lounge wear is definitely just loose sweats and bra but the chains and rings add a lil oomf to it. She owns a lot of Jean shorts, oversized ones at that. She probably has timbs lying around somewhere.

As far as surgeon! Shuri. I see her dressed down, I don’t think she’d gravitate towards loud or bright colors. She likes muted colors, like olive green, greys, blacks, creams. She’s dressed down 9/10 because she’s so busy in the O.R and working but every couple of days, She’s got to dress up and she still keeps it relaxed.

As far as Y/N. I never have a set idea of what they wear. I kind of like to steer away from doing so as well because I don’t like to dictate what they’re wearing. When I write x reader stories with no OC, I don’t like to get too descriptive bc I remember that I’m not the only person reading this story. Therefore, one person may like one article of clothing less or more than the next. Like I’m aware that I very well could do so, I just choose not to unless the fashion plays an extremely important role in a specific scene. Please tell me this makes sense 💀

#meyspeakssss #meysasks

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death-in-shift · 10 months

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NSFW Alphabet For Maia

A/N: I would've done Maia's NSFW Alphabet last Sinday but I ran out of writing juice. Plus, work handed my ass to me. Still low on writing juice, but I'm slowly bouncing back. But I may post Hayden's NSFW tonight as well, if not, maybe Monday. I just want these out already.

Minors, you know the drill. Do not interact or else I will steal a right shoe from one pair, then the left pair, and I will continue with all shoes so you're forced to mix-match. If you only have on pair of shoes, I take off the soles from those shoes so you got boneless Timbs, Nikes, Vans, whatever pair it is. I have no shame in damaging shoes.

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex):

Maia will give princess treatment. She is very accommodating to her guest, friends, and family. She may ask a bit of reassuring questions only because she wants to be on the same page. She'll put her partner's needs before her own.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and their partner's):

She loves everything about her partner, but the 🍑 stands out to her the most. This doesn't mean she will at everyone's ass, but if her eyes fall onto her partner's, then she will be respectively looking. She also likes 🍒 On herself, it would be her thighs.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum):

Maia doesn't mind having cum on her body or body. She does feel hesitant on tasting/swallowing it because of the bitter taste she heard about. But this doesn't mean she completely turned down the idea.

D = Dirty Secret (a dirty secret of theirs):

She wants to try BDSM. What piqued her interest was the primal and prey, shibari, and spanking (that counts as BDSM, right?)

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?):

She is a virgin.

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying):

This angel doesn't mind any, just as long as she can be close to her partner. If her partner used a strap-on, she would like to try missonary, doggy, spooning, and cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious or humorous?):

She may lean towards the serious side because she wants to focus on the intimacy between herself and her partner. Once in a blue moon, she will giggle when a small thing like headbutts happen.

H = Hair (how groomed are they? do the carpets match their drapes? etc.):

Maia usually goes bare but she doesn't mind having hair there. She would make sure it's trimmed and no hair sticks out past the bikini line (hopefully that makes sense). And her carpet matches the drapes.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment from a romantic aspect?):

This princess is affectionate and protective. She dreams of having a loving wife and children. Nothing extravagant, just something that doesn't become overwhelming for her. She also shows her love through physical contact and spending quality time with her partner.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

When she needs to relieve her stress, she tends to masturbate in the shower. Her work being a princess and keeping up with the public and reputation does get her frustrated. Plus, she does get into the mood at times.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Maia is mostly vanilla, but she wouldn't mind trying some kinks her partner suggests. It will take her time to process and open up to it though. She does like to be edged or denied orgasm though.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do):

She prefers it in her room or the shower because of the privacy she'll have with her partner.

M = Motivation (what turns them on? what gets them going?):

Flirting, being touched, having a sensual moment is what gets her going.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, what turns them off):

Pretty much the same as Omar and Jae; nothing with urine or feces.

O = Oral (preference in receiving or giving, their skill, etc.):

Maia leans more into receiving head. It's almost as if she's a pillow princess but she will give head to her partner whether they wear a strap-on or not.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?):

Medium pace. She doesn't mind fast or slow, but she wants to go at a medium pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.):

Quickies doesn't sound appealing to her. She'd rather have time to become intimate and closer rather.

R = Risk (are they the type to experiment? do they take risks?):

Since she still lives in the manor with her parents, some maids, and security, she doesn't want to take risks. In public, it's the same since she may have paparazzi or unknown stalkers follow her. She's also worried that even going in disguise won't help her out.

S = Stamina (how many rounds could they go for? how long do they last?):

She may go between 1-3 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own any toys? do they use them on their partners or themselves):

She owns a couple vibrators. One of them is clitorial stimulation and the other is the remote control one. She likes to mess around with the settings to edge herself. If she were to use some on her partner, she'd make sure that they're not used, cleaned, and ONLY used for that partner only.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease?):

The princess may tease here and there, but not to the degrading status. She couldn't bring herself to try, but she will give praises.

V = Volume (how loud are they? what sounds do they make? etc.):

Maia can be loud but she tries to be quieter. That's where she'll need to be gagged.

W = Wild Card (a random headcanon for the character):

She dreams about squeezing her thighs around her partner (if they're ok with it) and she wants the treatment returned to her.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive):

It's moderate. As mentioned, she will take out her frustration by masturbating but she usually tries to avoid doing it often in fear if she'd be caught and deemed as impure.

Z = Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards):

If the sex was real good, she's out like a light and knocked for the night. If it was good in general, she may have some energy left to continue (and maybe try to dominate).

#death in shift #oc #maia monroe #mdni

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lavendershotslulu · 10 months

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Umbra’s Allegiance of Cryptic Sins

Hiya! This is a new horror story POV book I’ve been writing with my friend Sp000ks on Wattpad! We are proud to announce that we have released the prologue! (The cover art is not mine, it is an edited cover from an image on Pinterest. Made by Ryethe.)

(MATURE WARNING, MENTIONS OF GORE.)

(Y/N) - Your Name. (E/C) Eye Color.

~ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 ~

The subliminal white noise of the radio overwhelmed the noisy truck as you tried getting a signal, the windshield blinded by heavy downpour outside. Your eyes promptly shoot down toward your radio as you tear your undivided attention away from the dirt road ahead of you. (E/C) irises abruptly shift toward an unsuspecting deer along the way, your eyes shutting in panic as the old truck swerves into a nearby ditch at the touch of your palms against the wheel. The reverberating screech of your tires would override your ears, feeling a second of gravity. Immediately, you bear the heavy impact of the steering wheel, slamming itself toward you.

By the lift of their throbbing temple their blurry vision cleared met with a ghastly black night. A soft pour of rain compared to earlier, they squinted through the pooled water coating their view almost as if focusing on a person through the raindrops. Upon turning the windshield wipers on the black silhouette disappeared instantly as if it was never there. Opened mouth, trying to utter a single word, to no avail, leaving your mouth agape dreadfully. Though, it was best to shrug it off as simply your adrenaline playing tricks on you, there was no use adding to the panic you felt. Taking a moment to collect yourself you stared at the twigs and branches crushed by the truck's bumper, the light of the bright headlights flickering off as the power died. Darkness was greeted at the loss of light, within the blindness your fingers played with the glove box's handle opening it to retrieve your spare flashlight.

"D-Don't panic." (Y/N) inhaled slowly, attempting to stay calm, their voice coming out hoarse.

Welcomed by the flashlight turning on to allow them to see, its batteries old and weak, so much so you had to smack the handle to keep it lit as if it would snuff out like a candle. The car door creaks as you stagger out of the tan wrecked vehicle, planting your feet on the soggy grass below. Awe strikes you at the cost the truck had taken to save you from worse probable injury. The dim light you held going out again at the sound of sticks breaking, as you quickly lifted it pointing it in all directions, spooked by the sudden intrusion, feeling eyes from within what couldn't be seen. With faster breaths the familiar feeling of a painful lump in your throat caught your attention.

With shaky cold hands you climbed up from the ditch grabbing at the long weeds as if to aid your climb, boots scraped against the sudden rocky road as you stumbled on a pothole. Roadkill laid on the road in front of you, blood pouring out of the bucks stomach where its carcass settled, guilt washed over you leaving a bad taste in your mouth. It grew apparent that shivering was inevitable as the rain drenched your person, you didn't know if you were trembling from the cold or the hidden fear inside, or both... Remembering the electronic in your pocket with a flash of hope you quickly took it out struggling to hold it with one hand, uneasy as you noticed no signal, much to your dismay. You regretted not listening to your parents when they said bring a paper map with you, in case of emergencies such as this. From afar a dull light flashed down the road, a drenched lantern lit up a broken down sign at the entrance of a declined dip in the road.

You peered at the light in the distance, as if it was a moth to a flame your feet moved without further thought, approaching the beacon shrouded by darkness. Within a few steps you arrived at the rickety old sign, abandoning the motorized vehicle leaving it isolated in the mud and fauna. Made in timber it stood slanted, cracked and weathered, the lantern almost touching the ground like an anchor. Painted gray words just barely visible through chipped planks reading out, Umbra's Emporium. Below the guide a broken off arrow laid implanted in the ground, showing signs of decay as it seemingly had been there for quite some time as moss collected on its front. Above this, wet woven ropes hung from a rotting tree indicating the arrows' original placement, the slight monsoon making them flail in the breeze.

Surveying the area you observed down the sloped uneven trail, something in your mind egging you to get closer the other shunning the thought. The air felt heavy as you strode through the thickening fog, like a lighthouse you watched the edges of the trail, sometimes checking into the dense forest. From time-to-time, rustling nearby undergrowth echoed, a sharp gasp came out of you, almost dropping the only thing letting you see at this given moment. The sound of your heart hammered accompanied by an unknown visitor watching you from the nearby blind spots. Quick breathes turned panicked as you frantically looked around, catching a glimpse of a scampering shadowy figure vaulting past the stems of adjacent trees.

"What the fuck was that!? W-Who's out there!?" (Y/N) yelled, feeling a burning sensation of their throat suffocating them.

With haste you stepped back stumbling causing the searchlight to plunge in a puddle, sprinting down the path your vision adjusted to the darkness. You felt a petrifying chill run down your spine, occupied by an overwhelming nausea overcoming your stomach. Whatever that was, you didn't know if it was human... or something else. Surely those kinds of things didn't exist, succumb to make-believe folk stories. An extra pair of footsteps followed closely from behind, going from slow pitter patter to a quick stomping haste as it locked onto its prey...you.

As you struggled to catch your breath a physical mechanism of asthma tightened your lungs, a nearing aged homestead coming into view with faster steps. Welcoming those who are led here, a broken down billboard on its front plastered the name of the trivial store. Standing two stories tall, looming over the woodlands it resided within stood, Umbra's Emporium. Weak beams pillared at the corners threatening to collapse if anyone simply touched. A lumber deck hanging over the barely open rustic door with colorful dirty stained glass serving as an entrance from the porch to the inside. The windows looked as if they were imprisoned, covered by bolted planks with orangish-brown rusty screws.

Although it looked untrustable it was your last option at getting away from the intruder as you ran inside. The bronze bell tolling above your head upon setting foot in. Quickly, you turned to shut the door, catching a glimpse of it stalking you, blackened pupils surrounded by white wide eyes. A figure seconds from entering stared you down intent to kill charging at the door as you managed to slam the door shut before it could seize you. It banged the door from the outside as a plea to get in, shaking your body vigorously as you struggled to keep it closed, if your heart wasn't beating out of your chest, it surely was now. Momentarily it stayed completely silent, waiting, the weather finally hearable with the faint sound of its raspy breaths pressed against the entryway. Finally, strong footsteps walked away, going around the building before fading out into the hedges. For a moment, you slumped against the door, frozen in place, as though you barely escaped death. A top chandelier flickered on, illuminating the double story library room with a warm orange hue. Your gaze met with a male individual who seemed to have been eyeing you as soon as you had darted in.

A mysterious figure sat by a table filled with many antique books and scrolls, a raccoon resting upon his lap, chattering about. "Ah, bonsoir..! You must be new around these parts..Don't look so afraid friend. Welcome to Umbra's Emporium! Full of sinful stories and enigmatic items, sit down and have a Midnight Cocktail, my own special brew of blue curaçao and red spider lilies."

The shady man held a sizable book in his hands. Umbra was his name, he was fairly built, and had dark brown chestnut hair. Perched in front of two towering shelves he rested his elbows on the table. One of the many broken shelves threatened to fall as they were filled with various dusty books along with other trinkets. A neighboring shelf was filled with interesting yet unique items. Varying from the run-of-the-mill gramophone to anomalistic relics seemingly set in stone as they sat there collecting cobwebs.

The leather bound book laid unopened on the table, engraved writings littered the front cover. The feeling of the stained pelt of the tome gradually pulled you in, the desires of reading the contents, and flipping the pages were indubitable..

"I see that you're quite interested in this book.. Why don't we go ahead and peruse through the stained pages of this story?" Umbra briskly picks up the bulky novel, a mischievous, but fiendish grin appearing on his face. He dug his fingers deep into the crevices of the tome, prying it open with a heavy grunt. His pale fingers glissaded across the parched pages, he cleared his throat with a firm cough. "Ah, here we are!" Umbra said, tapping his index at the start of a page.

"Begin Sin Ⅰ, The Phantom Pursuer..."

𝐒𝐈𝐍 Ⅰ - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐦 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐫 coming soon…

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