#((wheeee))

Spring has begun; life is rekindled...

Itty Bitty Spring Dragon stickers ♡

two whole people encouraged me to do this which is clearly more than enough for me. i flash-froze dundy mid-benjo for the Trapping Lieutenants In Ice Cube event

[ID: Two gifs of an interview with Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway for The Devil Wears Prada 2. Meryl says "You blew me away, baby..." and Anne grins and excitedly lifts her hands as if to fan herself. End ID]

Years ago, your mother died. You were the only one who saw it happen. But no one believes you. An accident, they say. Some hoodlums, they say. But you saw it. The horseman. 

After all this time, you are still not believed. Even you begin to believe your therapist that it was just a traumatic stress induced memory your younger self made up to protect yourself. 

Then... The sound of hooves... Following...

A seasonal game to take time off my other games, come with to discover Sleepy Hollow, a once thriving town, now struggling with people leaving, stores shutting and a foul memory of a murder that shocked the population. An ugly dirty scar that sank the town slowly but surely. 

A birthday party. A pony. Your mother's laughter in your ears. Maybe the last time you were happy. Free. Since then you've been forced to leave your home, sharing a dingy apartment with your stepfather, letters you're ignoring from your biological father, doing online classes, and going to your therapist twice a week. Then, to your horror, all classes are moved to in person, the university not having enough money to upkeep all the online ones. Time to leave the safety of the house. Go outside. Deal with being known as the one whose mother was brutally murdered. The event which sent you into a breakdown. 

Worse yet... Something is following you.

Play as female, male, nonbinary, genderfluid, transgender. What struggles has your mental scarring left you with, and how do you deal with it? Your relationship with your  stepfather versus the one with the man who abandoned you and your mother. Reconnect with a friendship, long dead, deal with bullies, go to therapy, think about the sound of hooves in the night. 

Romances:

Kat Van Tassel

You remember her as something otherworldly. Sweet girl, who liked to befriend everyone in class. You still remember when she invited you for a playdate when you were very young and the excitement you felt.  You hadn't seen her in years now, of course, but finding out she's in the same class as you? Strange. There she sits, soft brown-blond hair in gentle waves, hazel eyes, sitting like nothing could ever bother her... Yet she tenses around you. 

 Brom Van Brunt

Your mother didn't like him. Most mothers did. You remembered him as a rough and tough boy, who everyone liked. Those who didn't like him were usually the victims of a kick to the stomach and sneers. He was the only boy from your school that you remembered having an interest in horse riding, and so you'd usually see him around the paddock. Now, all these years later, he has yet to grow up. Shaggy blond hair, skin that's been tanned from hours in the sun, and cold, dark eyes. Also at the university, in his final year. 

Ike Crane

The only person you saw regularly outside of your neighbour, your stepfather and your reflection in the computer screen. Your therapist.  He mostly works at the university, but you are one of the few patients he sees in person, at his office. Quiet and intense, he lets you talk about whatever ails you that week, anything that caught your interest, all while slowly writing in his notebook. He knows everything about you, and notices things you didn't. So seeing him more, in passing, teaching... Does it comfort you, or suffocate you? An older man, stick thin with pale skin, his dark hair makes him a striking figure, even if it's like seeing a leering crow among the bluejays of the world.