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zydeco-xylophone · 1 year

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ITS FUCKING DONEEEEE

granted this needs a LOT of polish but mostly im glad that it exists outside of my head in a state that isnt just bullet points

Another scorching day; the scuttling lizards and buzzing insects take refuge in what little shade the noon high sun casts. The ancient, rusted fan squeaks offered no relief in the dark office. Even the motes of dusting floating in what little light peaked through the blinders were lethargic.

The stranger paid no heed as it cut a swathe through the stale, dry air with purposeful strides. Like many who made their living in the desert; it was dusty, worn and sunbleached. Unlike them, it chose to layer itself in the triple digit heat. The hat, bandana and fringed mask hid it's face in leather and shadow; it's body likewise hidden underneath a faded poncho and long gloves. The one spot of fresh color in it's ensemble was the patch of red in the burlap sack it carried.

It placed the sack on the clerk's desk and undid the knot. Inside was the latest bounty's head, face frozen in a snarl. The stranger twisted it around to face the clerk. She pushed her bifocals up and peered through the bulletproof glass of the office at the piece of meat.

"That would be... Jakes Ezra, bounty issued one Rain ago, wanted dead or alive?" She rattled off in the voice of someone who had been in customer service a long, long time.

It nodded, and pushed two pieces of paper through the slot. One was the original wanted poster, now crinkled and slightly bloodstained, the other a much fresher but still dirt smudged grocery list.

"Alright, I'll get your supplies and change in just a moment. Please dispose of that outside."

It nodded again, this time more begrudgingly. Shame, it had been hoping for the meat to be fresh enough to count as a bonus. Guess it couldn't have outran the heat this time around. The head got dunked down the trash chute, the sack going back to it's side. No reason to waste perfectly good burlap, bloodstained or not. Every bit of supplies counted when far in the desert.

While the elderly clerk was busy fulfilling it's lengthy grocery list, itself was busy surveying the latest bounties posted. The majority was small game - jilted lovers going after one another for a paltry price, rival farmers trying to hire livestock thieves, and bounties for said thieves. The reward might've been worth the effort for local greenhorns trying to dip into bounty hunting, though that was a big maybe. 'Flock of chickens' and 'eldest child's hand in marriage' weren't exactly tempting. The handful of actual bounties were the usual gang leaders, unpopular politicians, and other bounty hunters gone rogue slash killed the wrong person with connections. Typical stuff, really.

Like usual, it picked the one with the biggest number. Six digit bounty, posted by three different towns. A two for one job involving a couple suspected of stealing several herds and confirmed to have tainted a spring on their property. Located somewhat close by, if you stretch the definition to include over the nearest range. Posted during the current dry season. Someone scribbled 'hethins' in the corner.

It paused. Reread the poster slowly. Confirmed what its eye sockets saw.

Taking cattle happens every day. Taking whole herds less so, but not that unusual. But poisoning a well, even accidentally? It was too important a resource, more so than metal or money. Even the most brainless, cruelest of lowlifes know that. Nobody and nothing (except itself) made it far in the badlands without water. Especially on one's own land at that. If the mass livestock theft was true, than they weren't stupid. If they weren't stupid, they would know there's easier deaths than dehydration. If they weren't stupid or suicidal, then what was their ploy?

It plucked the poster off the wall. Like every other bounty, more information would be provided upon request. Luckily for the stranger, the little old lady behind the counter finished gathering it's requested items. Bullets of several different calibers, waterproof firestarter, manilla ropes, needles and threads made up the bulk purchase. Each package shuffled through the deposit box was carefully stored away under it's poncho. The clerk didn't make it to her old age by staring openly. Possibly magic hammerspace or not, this one had the decency to put the wrappings into the trash can. Only after it's purchase was safely tucked away did it slide the poster to her with a questioning 'hhhh' sound.

The old women tutted as the poster came into focus. "Rue and Dean Hurst. Used to be good folk, those two. Salt ranchers, newlyweds, trying to making a living off of the land. Now they're wanted dead and burnt. The drawing's still accurate as far as I know, but it's been a fair few months since anybody seen them up close. Hard to get a good look at them between the potshots, the dynamite traps and the smell. They dumped their whole herd, and anybody else's they can flinch, into their well. Wind blows the wrong way and it's like the devil's outhouse. Nasty, nasty stuff." She shook her head in emphasis, the chain of her glasses swinging with the motion.

The bounty hunter pointed at the string of numbers.

"Oh, that? A hundred grand came from each town down from their well. Nobody wants that sickness in the water. And, well, it's not my place to say, but..." She leaned in close, voice lowered with conspiracy. "People, not me mind you, have been spreading rumors that they're feeding /something/ at the bottom of that well. Doing foul rituals with tainted meat and the like. Or worse, that the sickness in their heads wants to spread itself. "But", she returned to her reclined position, voice level as Anubis' scales once more, "that could be the working folk trying to light a fire under the moneyholder's asses."

It nodded with experienced understanding. Pulling teeth and fingers off was easier than trying to separate somebody from their riches. /Without/ a knife.

"Nobody wants to wait until their supplies run out, so the high prize is to help speed things along. Can't say how many tried their luck. Don't know how many didn't come back either. You sure you don't want something more to help your luck?"

The stranger's shadowed lack of eyes held her gaze for a moment before it shook its head. With a polite tip of its hat, it left the bounty office without so much as a jingle of rusty spurs.

"Damn kids these days."

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Merciless sun and pounding heat did nothing to check the ceaseless stride of the nameless stranger. It needed nothing but a compass, map and a location to track its quarry. A beast of burden would only slow it down with it's mortal needs. The wild beasts inhabiting the land proved to be less of a challenge than the steep, sandstone hills. They had better things to do than to bother a gun wielding twolegger that didn't pause for anything. The wilder things, the ones who copied voices at dawn and dusk, were politely skirted around. No need to waste bullets on something that wouldn't stop. Like recognized like after all.

Even with it's steady march, it took the better part of a week to get close to the valley were its quarry called home. The knife sharp hills and their winding cattle paths took time to cross even in the best of conditions. It was pure luck that it didn't come across any would be highway thief. Perhaps it was because of the smell. True to the clerk's word, the stench struck like physical blow when the wind shifted. The layers of cloth covering its face and the unnecessary action of breathing did nothing to abate the foulness. It had half a mind to burn its cloths when it was done with job and it hadn't even seen the place yet.

The pale eye of the moon may have turned away when it reached a tiny dip of a gulch, but the many stars illuminated the long abandoned homestead hidden in the dried shrubs. Many of it's kind littered the chaparral - the failed dreams, the broken homes, the bad luck and worse endings. Dime a dozen, really. Still, it slid down a gravelly incline in hopes that there was something worth scavenging in the rusted out place. Or at the very least, get a small break from the foul stench tainting the area. It was getting stronger as it got closer, which was saying something as started off like a slap to the face.

'Devil's outhouse was understating it', it thought to itself with a silver of irritation, 'no wonder they coughed up so much cash, it'd take a dragons' hoard to convince *anything* to get close.' Even the animals and beyond, from the laughing coyotes to the twilight-dwellers, had long since vacated the area.

To its dismay, the stench was no better inside the dilapidated house. The broken windows, hole in the roof and long since kicked down doors might have had something to do it. True to what's left of its gut, the place had been ransacked. Ages ago, if the plants taking root in the rotting carpet was any indication. Bullet shells and broken glass hadn't so much been brushed aside as they became part of the floor. The entrance to the basement was little more than a sunken, trash filled pit in the middle of the mess. A few bending shelves stood the test of time and vandalism, but their contents hadn't. All that was left were indistinct, moldy, dehydrated lumps. The overwhelming stench buried whatever rot infested the discolored walls. It was just about to leave when the mass of lichen in the corner caught its attention. That wasn't a boulder somebody decided to drop in - that was an unbroken, if heavily rusted, safe.

It crouched in front of it with something approaching eagerness. Picking it was right out of the question with how the lock was more moss than metal. Brute force breakage ran the risk of damaging the goods inside, but also not working at all if the bullets still embedded into the iron was any indication. The bounty hunter reached for its least favorite knife and wiggled it into the door's seam. The dull blade cut through the years of grit and rust with no little elbow grease. It would've cursed if it had the tongue as it sawed through the locking mechanism. Finally, its efforts were rewarded with an ear grating screech of rusted metal as it pried the safe open.

The actual reward inside was less than impressive. The papers inside were worth little more than tinder - marriage and birth certificates, tax information, family photographs, nothing so useful as bullets or gold. The odd one out was a well worn teddy bear, sitting like a guardian amidst the yellowed paper. For reasons beyond itself, it took the bear and placed it alongside the many bullets within itself. Maybe to have something to show for all that effort? Something to try and block the horrific smell of rotting meat? It didn't know. What it did know was that it's prize is in the next valley and it wanted this bounty to be done a week ago.

Burs and dust clung to its poncho as it trudged up the last steep hill. Not even the dried plants stirred in its presence when it reached the peak; the predawn sky still awash with stars, the burning sun merely a warning on the horizon. Sitting at the bottom of the valley proper was the homestead. Like any other house worth living in the wastes; it was merely an entrance to the underground levels, hidden away from the sun. There was no telling how deep, how far the passages went. What wasn't like any other house was the well overflowing with viscera to the point it spilled into a large, putrid puddle. Had it possessed the ability to do so, it would've wrinkled its nose at the hammerblow stench.

It didn't come this far to go back empty handed.

Rather than the beeline it had been on for the past however many days, it chose to circle behind the house. It had no heart of it's own to race, no skin left to prickle with unease, yet a discomfort that had nothing to do with the wet rot nearby had taken root. Perhaps it was how no flies buzzed around the tightly packed carcasses, yet maggots writhed on the single unlucky coyote that had tried to eat the foulness. Perhaps it was the silence that made its every step feel earthshaking. Or maybe, just maybe, it's own unnaturalness recognized whatever lurked underneath. It wasn't a comforting thought.

Its hand went to it's shotgun as it pressed against the still warm, unpainted adobe wall. Try as it might, it could not hear any movement inside or out. The soft scuff of it's worn boots against hardpacked earth felt akin to nails on a chalkboard as it crept towards the wooden door. Heat built in the air as dawn inexorably crept closer.

The door didn't so much as squeak as it barged in, gun at the ready. There was no blood on the walls, no criminals set to fire, just an average, empty entrance way. Its entrance didn't summon anyone or anything either. The only thing stirring was the dust in the air. Miscellaneous items, the kind that tend to accumulate but weren't put into storage when two people lived together, decorated the shelves lining the room; pickling jars with entirely ordinary contents, slightly shameful romance novels by the dozen, tacky knick-knacks, and stacks of unanswered letters. The one thing off about the room was how it *didn't* reek to heaven and hell despite the well of horrors right outside.

Its hand stayed on the trigger as it carefully stepped down the stairway leading into the home proper. The all consuming darkness only found in the underground rose to meet it at the bottom step. There was no breath to knock out of its withered lungs, no eyes to dart furtively for light that would not appear. Its own unnaturalness rose to the challenge - dim sparks of ethereal purple fire lit in a mockery of pupils as six rattlesnakes writhed free from under its poncho. Each one of them were nearly as thick as a bicep and more than thrice as long. They too were especially thankful to finally be free of that noxious scent, of the confines of its overstocked ribcage. Their senses and limited minds blended seamlessly with its own until there was no difference between them.

The snakes slithered ahead with a speed that belied their size, the once a person following at a more sedate pace as it sorted through six sensory inputs. There wasn't much difference between them - just stale air, dust, dirt, and not a fresh scent to be licked. Plenty of old trails crisscrossed over each other into a blurred haze of having once been, yet none made it out the entrance way. No secret passages and no bodies revealed themselves from the investigation of the branching rooms either. The desire for stealth and urgency ruled out the urge to look more closely at them. The bounty wasn't going to turn themselves in after all. With no option but forward, they continued down the grave dark corridor.

Normally; the deeper one goes underground, the colder it gets. The slight incline grew steeper, the smooth dirt floor changing underbelly to rock still bearing pick marks, yet the temperature remained comfortably mild. Down right pleasant even, especially after the trip through the sunblasted hills. There was even a promise of fresh water in the slight breeze coming from further within.

The central node of the collective paused midstep as the snakes continued on with renewed eagerness. Its suspicions were spread thinly across minds more concerned with getting the reek out of their noses. Was the well of rot so foul that the quarry was hiding in dark? But nothing came out to take the advantage. Even the pitch black of the grave stayed its hand. There wasn't even so much as a tripwire or buried mechanism down the corridor turned mineshaft. Just plain rock, lumber supports and the occasional unlit lantern on the ground. They still had kerosene in them.

Seams started to rip at the collective when it lingered behind a distance too far. It hurried to catch up with a mental curse; going from six inputs to one was always a disorienting experience and the last thing it needed during a hunt. Senses resolved themselves as connection restored - humidity gathered in the air, pairing sweetly with crisp water, the ground going from unforgiving rock to something more springy, perhaps a mote or two warmer than before. Had it not been for the constant yet subtle give, the snake selves would have compared the floor to an ancient tree's bark. The scent of the Hurst's, gathered from their belongings upstairs, continued to lead downward. The trail grew fresher, clearer - days old as opposed to weeks, details coming into focus with every inch forward. Was that blood on the wind or simply the tang of ore and polished tools?

Fangs and guns were readied as the breeze shifted. The corridor was ending and at it was their prey. Experience and instinct sharpened the collective's mind to a fine point. One after another; the six simple minds entered without a sound, three clinging to the damp walls and three spreading out to the center. The pillar uniting them, the one with no senses to guide it through the unending darkness, stood just beyond the entrance as it absorbed the information. A circular room large enough to hold the house overhead with room to spare, kerosene spilled from broken lanterns, a closed door on the far wall, the freshest water any of them ever tasted trickling down from the walls, rock debris scattered throughout and the prey crushed under the worst of it.

The hunt left the collective as quickly as it came. Then came the confusion. Did they expire just before it got here? The blood was warm, the bodies cold, yet there wasn't a lick of death and decay in the oddly pleasant cavern. Where was that breeze coming from, anyways? Nothing was adding up. With its other avenues turning up nothing and no quarry to alarm, it turned to the one sense it hadn't utilized; sight. It followed a snake to the nearest unbroken lantern, reached underneath its poncho for its lighter, and illuminated the room.

Meat greeted it.

The room and the corridor were made out of glistening, throbbing meat - what the collective had assumed was fresh water was blood sluggishly pooling, the rough floor bones and callouses, and they didn't want to consider if the breeze was breath. The rubble was mostly earth, save for the glistening chunks of broken bone, sourced from a felled ceiling. Yet, for all it swung the lantern around, the scent of damp earth and crisp water didn't falter. The only whiff of blood was from the two broken bodies. Crushed beyond recognition was a better description for their sorry state. It'd be lucky if there was enough left of them to turn into a bounty. An unhappy grunt escaped the confines of its covered face as it set to uncovering the two. There had to be proof that it was the Hurst couple rather than some unfortunate lookalikes it mugged for a quick buck. Hopefully, whatever crazy-sickness followed them to the grave and stayed there. It could only hope that whatever tainted this place stayed behind as well.

All but one snake had left it and the lying meat behind. The disorientation, the world suddenly getting smaller and darker as one became six, didn't make piecing together the heads any more pleasant of a task. Said snake didn't immediately return to its resting place between the ribs and items. Instead, it waited with a predator's patience at the bounty hunter's feet. As for itself, it cast its usual stealthy, methodical pace aside in favor of haste; tossing rubble and shoving the misshapen gore inside the burlap sack. The sooner it got out of here, the better.

Some part of it winced with every sound it made. Just because it was confident in its abilities didn't mean it wanted to face whatever may be lurking just beyond its senses. It had half a mind to burn the whole place down, well included. Maybe earn another few hundred for getting rid of the stink. Or maybe to assuage the paranoia that something was going to come out of the dark, out of the flesh, and drag it back into its grave. The more it thought about it, the more it talked itself into going along with the idea. Why bother to loot the homestead when anything could be cursed, tainted with things beyond mortal reckoning? It certainly didn't want to know who, what or why, the gritty details behind the grisly scene.

It certainly didn't just hear a young child sob behind the closed door.

Even through the door, the sound shattered the silence. Its mind raced. The bounty said nothing about a child being involved. Those who posted it would be calloused enough to trade a child's life for their own survival. It could've easily been a lure, a trick for it to lower its guard. Wouldn't be the first time something tried that. Yet, the nameless stranger found itself raising to its feet and not even reaching for a gun. The heavy rattlesnake coiling along its arm was weapon enough.

It had no name to call its own, but its been called plenty of things throughout its existence - Tombstone, Wraith, Snakebite, countless curses of various creativity, a monster, a demon, and on one memorable occasion, Dead Wife. It certainly lived up to all of them, save maybe the last one. It had not killed a child, by action or otherwise. It was not going to change that.

The light of the lantern illuminated the area with flickering yellow light. By all accounts, it was a normal unpainted wooden door. It didn't even so much as have a stain on it, sticking oddly out from the organic surrounding. The lock on the outside shined without a speck of rust. An acid reflux mixture of dread and hope against hope curdled were its voice used to be as another sniffle-sob echoed out.

It knocked.

"Hhhh*hic*-hello?"

Without a voice to answer, it unlocked and opened the door.

Despite its vow, it had somewhere between 'at a distance' and 'none' experience with children. It wasn't so sure that a nebulously young child could have four eyes, two mouths and not nearly enough space on their face to fit them all. Or that their skin hung off their too thin frame like an oversized cloak, exposing muscle and bone where it draped off of them. They tried to hide under it like a blanket as their wet eyes stared up at the stranger. Their eyes didn't blink at the same time.

Slowly, it reached under its poncho. The stuffed toy, worn with age and love, looked even dirtier in the baleful lantern light. Heartbeats, all of them belonging to the child, passed before they mustered up the bravery to reach for it.

#zxwrites #horror #stickfigures #this isn anthology entry n also the longest thing i wrote in a While #ask to tag

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jasperygrace · 1 year

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March 2023 Mid Monthly Report

Hello hello, everyone!

Another month, another report! We've got a short one this month, but I hope you'll still enjoy it.

As always, if you're interested in my work, feel free to check out my Masterlist or my Artstation for more.

Without further ado, let's begin!

Project Progress

New Art!

It's art time, it's art time!

So I posted a couple sketches a couple of weeks ago of the Shrine spirits Vinnie meets throughout the story, and today I'm here to show you the finished ref for one of them!

Clotho is doneeeee!! I think she turned out very pretty.

I decided to approach my concept refs differently to try to speed the process up. Instead of doing full line art with flats, I found that it's faster to just clean the sketch up and paint it with my watercolor brush. It's messier, but prettier I think.

Lachesis and Atropos are the next refs I'm doing. While I work on that, have some sketches of the of the older sisters to remind you what they look like.

Goals

Here were my goals from last month:

Finish Act 2 by next report (March 18th) [I am so close to being done grrrr]

Work on storyboards for Chpt 3, 5, & 7 [done]

Complete Clotho’s concept art [done]

Have a video posted for Youtube channel by next report (March 18th) [Working on a speedpaint and planning a new video poem]

March Goals:

Complete Chpt 23, 24, & 25 by April 15th

Work on storyboards for Chpt 13, 14, & 16 by April 15th

Finish speedpaint and post it before April 15th

That's all I've got this month! I can't guarantee I will report on time next month because of finals, but I will do my best.

Thank you for reading and I hope you'll support me in my future endeavors!

#writeblr #monthly update #dev blog #mid month report #MMR2023 #project : desert #jasper.txt #jasper's archive #im praying it works this time #had to redo this post 3 times

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justalia · 11 months

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okayyy so i’m boutta just vent tbh and i’m asking for advice. i’ve been a little lost so i might ask other accs lol. basically i’m 17 and i was in a relationship with this kid for a year. we were on and off but we never broke up for more than a week. i knew abt the law of assumption so i used that to my advantage everytime we broke up. this time when we broke up in april it didn’t work…. i learned from sammy that all you have to do is affirm and persist and i did that all the time. well now it’s may and lemme tell you, i don’t have that man 😐. now that we’ve been broken up he’s actually been a whore. yk that is my fault bc that was definitely my assumption. i told myself he’s a whore and he’s gonna be one and that he doesn’t care which showed up in my 3d. he had volleyball season and he asked for girls snaps and literally went to six flags with one of this girls. then he constantly is being a whore, flirting with girls who i hate (and he knows) 24/7. i applied states to this once because i see them every single day in class and it worked but then 10 minutes later it was different. i’ve been in a relationship before him too and i definitely want a boyfriend but idk if i should go with him again. if i don’t choose to manifest him again, i want that man obsessed with me for the rest of his life… i’m genuinely such a possessive and jealous person and he knows that bc he is too so the stuff he’s done….if we got back together i would need him on his knees crying and begging for me back. dude has me blocked rn tho…and you guys recommend to go straight to the end. but i want that man crying like a little baby apologizing at my house with flowers and shit. like would that still happen if i went straight to the end of me and him getting back together? idk if i want to manifest him or my dream dream man. i think i’m still attached. i just want him to apologize and shit and then after revise all of it. he’s always been a good bf tbh so this rly all started to happen once i assumed he didn’t gaf. but that man gave me princess treatment. and i love his family and his home. and he’s always being cute and taking me out and stuff but after all that he’s doneeeee??? idk. either way i still want him to be sobbing on his knees telling me how miserable he is without me but can that really happen if i just go straight to the end? bc i don’t see him as the type to cry. he only started acting like a bitch once we broke up. i see him as the person with a bunch of ego. and i’m using the distraction technique.

girl-

if you want a relationship w that man you need to forgive him for what he has done OUTSIDE of the relationship BASED ON YOUR ASSUMPTIONS!!! how the fuck can you be so mad at him when you recognize he is only acting like that bc you assumed he would? how is that his fault? why are you mad he’s simply enjoying his single life instead of being miserable for the breakup when you literally decided that’s how he was gonna act? makes no sense if you ask me. you can’t desire an healthy relationship and want the person to be miserable for you just bc they are not as sad as you over the breakup (bc you assumed it) 💀

you’re the only one deciding your 3D hasn’t changed by taking it as fact and looking at it through your state of lack. if you say you switched state and saw movement right away and then got mad bc you didn’t get more were you really in the state of the wish fulfilled?? be honest w yourself. you can approach this manifestation by going to the end only after you have let out all your feelings of jealousy and resentment towards him, if you truly want a relationship w him and want it to last you need to forgive that man bc he was only acting according to your assumption. that’s all other people are able to do, mirror your assumptions.

you can decide to manifest your dream man by deciding his traits and giving them to your sp, you still seeing your sp as not your dream partner is keeping you tied to your current circumstances and not allowing him to show up in the way you want him to. again other people are just messangers of your assumptions.

you’re imagining to get instead of just imagining to be. imagination is the only reality and all you will ever be able to experience. your sp could come back right the fuck now and according to your current state you probably wouldn’t even believe a word coming out from his mouth and would dismiss him. bc again we are only ever experiencing imagination.

if you love someone why would you want him to cry? bc you are miserable over this and he isn’t? why would that be his fault? if you want to manifest him do it, if you prefer to move on do it but remember: other people are just reflecting your assumptions.

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hollyhomburg · 2 years

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okay i know this is a dead by daylight tiktok but i have to ask, who would this sound like in bily??

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTdWaDRj6/?k=1

im thinking like an mc pegging one of them scenario kinda deal but im just so curious what you think

also this sound out of context is so horny 😭😭 thank god for voice actors

Oh my g o d anon it is 7:22 in the morning I have to be at work in 20 minutes 😖 too soon to be thinking thoughts of hobi just scrabbling at the bed looking for something to hold onto while the m/c pegs him- or even namjoon like, it’s super hot to think about namjoon making noise like that-fuck

What have you doneeeee to me I’m gonna be h word at work all day :(

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kpophubb · 1 year

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SO WE ARE THE JAKEWON DUO MY HEART MIA I AM DONEEEEE this is so so goals💔💔💔

my ult line is heesunwon SO I TOTALLY GET THE OBSESSION🤭but i love all members regardless, riki is the only one who is younger than me he’s such a brother figure i would argue with him all the time prbly, and i would die to have 02z as my siblings tbh i am an only child so it gets boring from time to time, i always wanted to have an older sibling tbh

RIGHTTTT?!? LIKE POLAROIDS JUST HIT DIFFERENT i always carry polaroids in my phonecase😌

I wish the same for you too love, be really careful out there especially now when you are moving! Don’t get hurt please🫶🏻💖

-yk what i just realized you don’t even know my name i feel so bad how i forgot to introduce myself, i’m Gitta🫶🏻 (MIA AND GITTA SOUND SO GOOD WITH EACH OTHER I ADORE YOUR NAME SM)

Awwh that would literally be goals 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 be the wonie to my jake eeee🙈

I love all the members too and technically, maknae line is younger than me. 🤭 TBH SAME, riki is my baby brother too, I’d love to be his older sister and just have him as my playful younger brother 🥺 bet he’d prank me and tease me all the time lol. Pls, I’d love to see hoon as your older brother?? He’d be such a protective and awkward but goofy and funny older brother <3 *so cute* or JAY? He’d be the most caring older brother EVER who would always protect you. 🤍

Aaah only sibling? That must be boring.. do you have any pets tho?? I have two older brothers hehe. It’s not always fun tho *rolls eyes*

Awwwh your name is so cute too😍 how do you pronounce it?? Is it pronounced like “geet ta” or “jit ta” ? (I’m sorry for asking I just wanna get it right). And haha lol, ISTG so many people told me my name suits my soft girl personality sm lmao..

#mia’s asks #engene 💌#wjj💖 anonie

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madcatdaderpydrawer-blog · 2 years

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Omg nooo now narcoleptic Moon will forever be stuck in my headddd...

Bro I'm gonna make an entire AU with that concept alone h e l p XD

JEREMY WHAT HAVE YOU DONEEEEE??

Also, would Freddy try to help both or one of the DAs if they had a panic attack (either post virus or before Idrc) or would he maybe not know what to do and end up panicing instead? Imagen the brothers being seperate and one starts panicking and Freddy just walks in on that.

It's just a bug that keeps happening. It's not harmful or anything, and it's not bad enough to warrant removing him from the daycare, it's just really fucking annoying. Sometimes he'll just pass out and fall onto whatever poor sap is next to him and then someone has to call maintanence crew so several people can all work together to pry the lanky bastard off of Phil, who just has to be utterly squished until then.

Freddy is... not very good at helping with panic attacks XD He's very fatherly, so he tries, but he's inexperienced. The twins have programming to deal with overwhelmed children and so on, but Freddy is a performer so he's never been given that programming so he's kind of just guessing. His panic would be more similar to an internal panic though, as externally he would be at least trying to act calm. Probably goes with the "pick up and hold them until they calm down" method.

#fnaf moon #moondrop #daycare attendant #fnaf sun #sundrop #sunrise #fnaf security breach au #dad freddy #trying his best #fnaf glamrock freddy

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maiverie · 1 year

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healing era is rlly the place to be rn 😻 after my exams i’m going to be really in my best era i think !! I BET UR NATURAL COLOUR IS GONNA BE TOOO GOOD 💪 even tho i won’t see u i just know everyone will be blinded w how great u look

yeahh i think it was esp messy bc one of them was lowk cheating on the other and we were trying to help our friend be in her healing and moving on era but she got mad at us, told her ex we were chatting shit and then ran straight back to her ?? BUT we’ve cut them off now bc that was too toxic for me to handle !!

YES YES I DID :)) i posted my mini series and then dipped for a while to prepare for these exams now but i have like so much free time it’s a joke rn so i’ve come back to try and cure my boredom 😵‍💫 in the break i’ve actually started therapy and i actually feel a lot better about the mess thag my life was a couple months ago !! (and when i say a mess i mean shit literally hit the fan)

JSJDJSJ fr 2023 our best yr me thinks 😍

also wtf??? 😭😭😭 TOXIC PEOPLE are literally the worst like the way they’re hellbent on ruining relationships and always seem to try turn around and gaslight u into believing they didn’t do anythg wrong 💀 absolutely FLOPERY i’m so glad u guys were able to cut her off 😆 hoping ur friend is okay :((

OH MY GODDDDD don’t even remind me i still have to catch up on ur works 😃😃😃 i fr have so much to catch up on but i’m rlly excited for when my schedule clears up 😋 just have like 3 assignments to do and then i’m DONEEEEE so hehee expect me in ur rbs soon 😈 anyway omg thays so cool!!! i’ve always wanted to try therapy but it’s so expensive,, so youre finding that ur therapist is really good?? AND AAA WHAT i had no idea i hope things are clearing up for you now!!! i am always here to lend a listening ear SAURRR feel free to listen any time bae!!

#ask #@ : shinsou rii ♡︎

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*look around cautionly, slips 💌* for Ice Daddeh (Gabe) plz U w U

Now May you know more than anyone about Gabe’s love woes XDD

But for funnies here we are! Gabe was (is) in love with a doctor named Stev who he separated with due to life cuircomstances....he regrets it every single day.

He might be hitting the bottle again to drown out his misery and seeking out company in others just to try and move on. But deep down we know hes never going to let Stev go.

#object heads #art #*yeets this sad boi at you*#LOOK WHAT I HAVE DONEEEEE #hes a sad boi #somone hug him #just one spesifc person tho #hes suffering from heart broken and needs a doctor quick!

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ming-yu-hao · 3 years

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BRUHHHHHHHH story time in the tags rn if anyone cares to read bc I need to vent

#I’ll just go out and say it #I HAVE A CRUSH #I was feeling really lonely lately cause I was sick and so busy with classes so I hadn’t really hung out with anyone in awhile #so I was feeling rly shitty all day and then I decided to text one of my friends and see what she was doing #and I went over to her building and she was hanging out with 3 of her guy friends and I knew 2 of them except the 3rd one I didn’t #the second I saw him I was like WELL DAMN #HES CUTE #so we all went to get dinner and then we hung out in another hall after and someone brought out a guitar??#everyone just started singing and passing the guitar around and I felt like I was in a movie bro??#BUT THEN THE CUTE GUY STARTS PLAYING #AND NOW MY BRAIN IS LIKE WEE WOO WEE WOO HES MUSICALLY TALENTED?!!?! WERE DONEEEEE #anyways later ppl started doing trust falls okay #so I did one and then my friend didn’t see and walked away #AND GUESS WHO FUCKING CAUGHT ME #I WAS LOWKEY MALFUNCTIONING #IK THIS PROBABLY SOUNDS STUPID BUT YOU KNOW HOW IT IS WHEN YOU MEET SOMEONE REALLY ATTRACTIVE #ANYWAYSSSS I hung out with him for a few more hours and I was starting to get less nervous and we talked a bit and omg #I just needed to rant somewhere bc I don’t wanna tell anyone irl LOL I’m too scared to share my business #so yeah that’s it I guess this doesn’t sound as interesting as I thought but in the moment I was like 😵‍��😵‍💫#luisa speaks

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hyenahunt · 3 years

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Conquest: Armageddon - 1

Writer: Akira

Season: Spring

Proofreading: royalquintet (JP & ENG)

Translation: haranami

Ibara: You f*cking son of a b*tch! Shall I call you Your Idiocy from now on?! What the hell have you doneeeee?! How much of a fool can you be?!

[Location: Vocal Room]

Ibara: ……

Nagisa: “As God, I shall expel you from Eden for all eternity.”

…Fufu. This is well-filmed; no matter how many times I watch it, I still look cool.

CosPro’s staff are very talented. I’m impressed that they were able to record something of this calibre without me noticing.

…We tend to cut our losses faster than other agencies, and as a result, only those who continue to refine their skills are able to remain.

…Humans are living creatures. We cannot escape from the law of the jungle: survival of the fittest. That is lamentable, but it is nonetheless a truth of this world.

… Fufufu. Ibara, you were scared of me too, weren’t you?

…While I could simply conduct myself in an uncivilized manner and speak aggressively, this "God Mode"-like behavior might be able to inspire fear as well—

…That thought occurred to me, so I wanted to test it out. Surely this, too, can be considered a manifestation of the masculinity and paternity that we personify as Adam.

…We are the rulers — the tyrants — who require no one’s permission to reign. We are the epitome of absolute power: God.

…Well, my father is the true God, not I. But as his son, I am able to perfectly embody that concept as well.

…Yes, it worked wonderfully. If the opportunity arises, I’ll be sure to try it out again.

Ibara: Your Excellency.

Nagisa: …What is it? I wish you’d at least comment every now and then. I was getting lonely; it felt like I was speaking to myself.

I always nod and say “yes, yes” every time you happily chatter on, don’t I?

Ibara: You f*cking son of a b*tch! Shall I call you Your Idiocy from now on?! What the hell have you doneeeee?! How much of a fool can you be?!

Nagisa: …Fufu. In truth, we are not God, omniscient and omnipotent. We are no different to others; we, too, can be called idiots. Taking a bite from the forbidden fruit was simply the beginning of our foolishness.

Ibara: Aghhhh! Enough! What am I to do?! The damage is irreversible! All my plans have gone up in smoke! In smoke, I say! Jesus Christ!

Nagisa: …Fufu. I’m not Jesus, I’m God. [1]

Ibara: Shut up and die!

Ahh, please pardon me! My emotions are in complete disarray at the moment!

But it’s only natural that I’m unable to choose my words properly! All my plans have just been ruined by your little joke!

Originally, I intended on improving His Highness Hiyori's mood through this method and that… I was going to pretend that we’d given him what he wanted so I could control him for my own ends.

Nagisa: …Yes. That’s what I thought you’d do — it’s an old trick of yours.

…Hiyori-kun rebelled against Conquest, and he would thus feel guilty for causing us trouble..

…That’s why it was highly probable he would quietly accept our other requests.

Ibara: That’s exactly right! It was a prime chance for me to make the selfish princess actually listen to the things we say for once!

If I were able to control not just you, but also His Highness, I’d be unrivaled! Unstoppable! Undefeatable! I would laugh — wahaha! — at the top of my lungs!

Nagisa: …You aren’t satisfied with just me? You’re a greedy one, Ibara.

Ibara: And what’s wrong with that, pray tell? Don’t all men desire to be victorious — to hold everything in their hands, no matter what they need to use or destroy to do so?!

Indeed, that is the very reason why I continue to live! So that, one day, I’ll be able to stand at the peak of the world and look down at everyone else!

Nagisa: …Fufu, it’s true. The only way a snake slithering on the ground would be able to look down upon others if he made it to the top of the world.

…I’m used to being under your control, and I actually prefer it that way. However, I won’t allow you to use even Hiyori-kun as a tool for your advancement.

…No — I detest everything that causes Hiyori-kun pain and suffering.

…As the second-born of the Tomoe Corporation, the next-in-line to inherit everything, he’s always played the fool to support his family and his beloved elder brother.

…To put it crudely, he’s lived whilst repressing parts of himself.

…When I lost my father, I was completely at a loss. But that’s when he extended a hand to me and taught me the beauty that lies within this world.

…I was merely someone his household temporarily took in, and yet he truly loved me and accepted me as a member of his family.

…He taught me words and so many other important things. He took care of me and guided me.

…Even though he was the same age as me, simply a child who wanted to play about rowdily.

…I want to let Hiyori-kun — sweet, lovely Hiyori-kun — do what he pleases, at least when he’s an idol.

...So he can rejoice in his life with a smile, filled with happiness.

…No matter what, I won’t forgive anyone who tries to steal away Hiyori-kun’s only joy.

…Not even you.

Ibara: In… Out… In… Out… (takes deep breaths)

Fufu. Well played, Your Excellency. I underestimated you. Although you said that you would leave the issue of Conquest to me—

Nagisa: …Yes. My plan was to make everything progress according to my wishes whilst you were occupied.

…Dangling an ever-so-tempting chunk of bait in front of someone and using it to control them… is a tactic you’ve employed far too often.

…So, how was it? It’s rather unpleasant to have the same thing done to you, isn’t it?

Ibara: ……

Nagisa: …That’s simply your way of living, and it’s not as if I wish to criticize it.

…You get carried away, lost in your desires, and as a result you tend to make silly mistakes. If you keep using the same strategies, it’s only natural that someone will come up with a countermeasure.

…From here on out, you should try to maintain your composure and think things through more. A defeat for you is a defeat for Eden; your losses are my losses as well.

…I’ll trust in you, love you, and leave this to you. Don’t make me lose hope in you. If I do so this time, it won’t be an act.

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Translation Notes:

[1]: In the original, Ibara says his plans have become おシャカです (oshaka desu) which, in this context, means "useless". However, oshaka (or, usually, oshaka-sama) is also the Buddha's name, so Nagisa replies that, "I'm not the Buddha, I'm God.”

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