#mena-2001

It would’ve been politer, she knew, to knock first, but the habit of just walking in was so ingrained that before she really registered what she was doing, the doorknob was in her hand, stuck fast. “Josh,” Sam said through the door, only then knocking though she knew full well the lock wasn’t a great sign, “Are you all right?”

The fuck do you think? was the answer she fully expected to hear from the other side of the door, muffled but made no less withering, so when a second passed...then two...then three, and still the lodge was perfectly silent, she thought she knew the answer.

Still, she leaned in the jamb, setting her forehead against the door and closing her eyes as she asked, “Wanna talk about it?” again expecting a snap. “Could you just...maybe open the door so I know you’re okay?”

She stood outside the door waiting for his answer until she had to sit, and then she sat until the others came to check on her; she went with them, of course, knowing she needed to eat, to sleep, before the next sweep of the woods, but it was with the heavy knowledge that she’d have to dig deep, she’d have to push past her own exhaustion and worry and fear, if only for a time, because whatever worry she was feeling for the twins, whatever dread was souring her stomach, no doubt it was worse for him.

I’m going to finish posting the first fic, but I am not going to be continuing the second or third fic.  I’ve grown a lot, not just as a writer but also as a person, since writing and playing Until Dawn.  And while I will forever love the game, it’s not something I particularly feel comfortable writing or talking about online anymore.  Especially due to the game’s portrayal of mental illness and  specific cultural myths.  

If people want to know what was planned to happen, I’ll let them know if they hit me up.  

Came for X, stayed for Y 

Menaaaaa you’re so sweet

Melody (Lunar) - AWW MENA I’m so glad you’re excited!! Hold onto your hat tho, bc this ride gets BUMPY 😂😂

As for an update schedule, we’ve planned on doing a pages update every other Friday!! So this weekend there won’t be new pages, but next week there will!! On off weeks we will use the fridays to answer asks or share behind the scenes art and funnies!

Thank you Mena you beautiful person ^-^

First I hope you're having a LOVELY weekend and second, perhaps some good ol joshxsam ANGST👀🔥 I'm a sucker for these two I swear❤ I absolutely enjoyed all your content from pride month and can't wait to see what the six sentence weekends will bring!!💖💞

The sound of Mike’s fist connecting with Josh’s jaw had been meaty and altogether unpleasant, one of those things you saw described in books but hoped you’d never have to experience yourself; it had been echoing in Sam’s head for the past minute or so as she sat there, not in either of the chairs Chris and Ashley had been chained to, but the table that had been placed between them, her legs crossed and her chin in one hand. When Josh finally came to again, he was going to be hurting something fierce.

Good, was her first thought, an awful, angry voice in the back of her head reveling in the idea in the same way a tongue reveled in the bloody gap where there’d once been a tooth, Serves him right.

She tried to push that voice away - tried as hard as she possibly could - going so far as to screw her eyes shut and press the heels of her hands against them...but it wouldn’t budge. The basement smelled like blood and spoiled meat, a reek that made her want to gag, to cough, to spit up everything she’d ever eaten in her life, and the parts of her untouched by that sickness cringed away from the memory of the panic in Chris and Ashley’s faces when she and Mike had burst into the room.

We had a connection, came a second voice, soft and sad and hidden behind the righteous fury of the first, and she found it twice as hard to listen to, All I wanted to do this weekend was help him because we had a connection...or at least...I thought we did.

And 💋 how are you so dang nice and such a delight to see on all our feeds?😌🙌💖

Also if I can add another, 🖋 (👀🍿✨)

dskfjlskdjf aw man, you are way too kind!!! got me grinning like a fool over here, thank you so much!! :D

✏️ Do you write every day? i try to! that's part of the reason i started doing my little flash fiction weekends too - so i could still keep up my writing every day while giving my brain a bit of a break from focusing on "serious" fics by spitting out a bunch of little drabbles instead!

👖 Are you a planner, plantser, or pantser? Is it consistent? i'm usually a planner...in like...a big way, lol. i have a million outlines at any given time, usually split between my phone and my desktop, and those outlines have outlines, which also have outlines...i definitely plan. every so often though (i'm looking at you, challenge month), i try and pants it, but that's usually just for shorter oneshots.

🌙  What time of day do you prefer to write? Why? late afternoon/evening! i ramble about it in my tags a bit, but ya gurl's got one of them fun and funky fresh chronic illnesses all the kids are talking about these days, and honestly it takes me hours to be able to think clearly in the morning, ha! usually once the sun goes down it's easier for me to really use my brain, so i try and make the most of it!

🌈 What inspired you to write [insert fic here]? i hope you don't mind that i'm gonna go ahead and do this for the (almost)s, since you didn't specify!! t(a) came about for a few reasons, the biggest of which were: (1) after playing ud iiiiiii couldn't rest until i gave josh the end i wanted him to have, (2) i was having some Feelings about my illness i needed to vent in a way that wasn't just...me yelling about it lol, and (3) i'm a psychologist and i HAD to get my grubby fingers in those delinquents' brains and pick them apart. and now HERE WE ARE!

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

“It’s not just me, right?” he asked over his shoulder, keeping the light trained on the jar. “I’m not the foremost authority on anatomy or anything, but something’s…seriously wrong with this thing, don’t you think?”

There was none of the wry amusement he’d heard from Chris in Sam’s voice. “Josh. It’s a head. In a jar. Yeah. Yeah. There’s definitely something wrong here.”

“That’s so not what I meant. It’s the…I mean, it’s the bones. Like…what is up with those chompers?”

There was a sick, lurpy sound from behind him, no doubt Ashley still fighting with her gorge, but lo and behold, even the imminent threat of barfing couldn’t stop Encyclopedia Brown when there were fun facts to be had. “Whatever it’s preserved in probably…oh geez…it probably ate away at…ugh, can we…you got the shot, right? I can’t…I don’t want to be in the same room as that anymore, okay? Please? I feel like it’s looking at me…or through me, or…or something.”