i made a little marble hornets blurb with implied jam please enjoy
Timothy Wright was not a religious man. But that night, he prayed.
He knew it wouldn't work. Whatever God had been allowing this to happen wouldn't listen to him now, of all times. Not with Jay dead, not with Alex on the loose, and certainly not with the false tree that whispered in his every step.
But that night, he prayed. He prayed that some madman would come and hack that tree down- or kill him with an axe, honestly; either was preferable.
He prayed that, somewhere, Jay was alright, as impossible as it was. Or that he was up in the clouds, looking down on the unmasked man below, waiting for him. Him, of all people.
He prayed that Alex would get what was coming to him. That the faceless devil would impale his bloody head on spikes made of briar and bark, preventing him from spouting his false gospel ever again.
He prayed that the mask would shatter. That he would never have to see the painted lips and false eyes ever again in his worthless life.
He prayed that he may never wake up, and join Jay up in the clouds above him. Maybe that would finally make the pages fall off the old walls, and that he may forget its nonexistant face.
He prayed Jessica make it out alive- make it out ok. In the back of his mind, he wished the same for Brian, a part of him long forgotten by his frontal lobe, but an essential part of his brain stem.
He prayed that his pills be returned to him. Those could stop this whole mess, too; as temporary as it is.
Masky wasn't a religious man. But that night, before he would find one of his former friends bleeding before him, he prayed for the safety of himself, and of his own selfish self alone.
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I made a small thread on Twitter but I wanna put my thoughts here regarding that Sooga backstory scene in the new DLC.
The way I see it, we were never told that the Yiga Clan adopted him. In my perspective, when Kohga said "you'll have to pay me for that one day" he was actually just making a joking comment that he didn't think twice about. Sooga on the other hand, took it seriously, this small act of kindness meant a lot to him.
The Yiga Clan didn't adopt him; I imagine realistically they have a no children policy, but they dropped him off somewhere safe.
Fast forward many years, Sooga is an adult, and he never forgot that act of kindness, he swore to pay back his debt and that's what got him to join the Yiga Clan. Kohga is none the wiser to who Sooga is.
I think the line "have I paid you back... Master Kohga?" Is so much better if Sooga was returning a favour to something Kohga had no idea had such an impact on him.
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[TW] Andrew has a habit of hair pulling when hes stressed. He's never pulled any strands out before, but he's definitely tugged. A Lot.
If Everette or Chris were to ever audibly speak, it'd sound similar to the TTS voices of The Mandela Catalogue. thats really the only point of reference for it mb gang
Chris had a habit of finishing sentences that Andrew spoke. Like if they had proximity chat in a game and Andrew lost Chris its just
"...I've come to make an announcement, Shadow the Hedgehog's a bitchass motherfucker." He waits for a second and then in the distance is "....he pissed on my fucking wife >:("
Andrew and Lacey from Lacey's Flash Games would probably be good friends!
Ok here's a dump of a bunch of Andrew-specific HCs and other thoughts from Discord!!
Even before all the incidents, he's always been very quiet and reserved. He's really funny and nice, but it takes a lot to crack him. Chris was one of the few that could, despite living across the country.
When you start to crack him, he gets really sarcastic, a sort of defense mechanism against people who might hurt him, and let them find out hes "annoying" (hes not; he just perceives himself to be) before its "too late." This was, again, a behavior quirk before the events of his channel, but it did increase in frequency during the events.
He frequently indulges in horror because the adrenaline pump is better than any drug. To him.
Being a burnt out gifted kid who can't pass Precalc, he has a hard time believing in his skills and assets, in and out of the classroom. This includes his gift of being able to make music (which the creator of the series makes himself, and are all based around or are covers of songs that can fit the series!! go check him out hes really good, user Ohster)
He's always had a nail biting problem.
As I've noticed throughout the videos, he has a problem with stumbling over words unless he's flustered/frustrated and rambling.
During the events of his channel, he developed thalassophobia (fear of deep water/oceans).
Despite his Minecraft skin, he doesn't like suits. The texture bothers him.
He's had diagnosed OCD since he was 6 years old. He's very open about it, even if you haven't cracked into his friendship yet.
Thinking about horror in relation to seasons, as I keep finding horror stories that take place in winter and fall months. No knock on those who do have stories taking place at that time- Mara and Ann passed in November of 1989, after all- it just seems like such an arbitrary month to place a horror story in.
It's understandable; winter is cold, harsh. Unforgiving. You're trapped inside most of the time, the perfect target. Stressed already through through holidays and school, unfortunately, lends itself to those that lurk. Or, humans/humanoids that lurk, most commonly.
But what of summer?
Summer is a time of collective gatherings; but would that not be a target for something bigger than just a serial killer or some crazed being? What if packs hunted packs? Luring those out in picnics, out in summer camps, out in their yards, beckoning them ever closer with sounds of wretched cicadas and laughing of children. Isn't it so much easier to not have to lure each one by one into clawed or bloodied hands, instead having all come to them at once, weakened by the heat and humidity?
Isn't it easier to let them convince each other that it was safe to approach, instead of convincing them yourself?
No layers upon layers of coats and scarves to protect them from strangling palms and hungry teeth; just pure, exposed flesh. There's no screams, their voices marred by sweat and exhaustion in the heat of the beating sun above them.
Plus, it's nice to get out of the cabin every once in a while.
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Some Chosen to Serve writing because nobody knows what it is but i have to show my yaoi
Word count: ~1.1k
the most tooth rotting fluff im sorry its all i know
Griffin was really starting to make Cloud live up to the namesake; it felt like it could float here, up in the feeling of warm embraces, for millennia to come.Â
Pandora had let the two have her guest bedroom for a little while by now; a few months, if Cloud had to guess. Usually, Griffin just took the couch and Cloud slept in the bed, but when Cloud woke up in the middle of the night, he found Griffin wrapped tightly around his body, completely unprompted, fast asleep.Â
If it had been anybody else, Cloud in all honesty would have slowly pulled away. But heâs been laying here for a good 10 minutes, listening to Griffinâs heartbeat, and he had zero intention of leaving. He had no reason to; here, it was safe. Warm, in arms that were usually covered by bands to the public, but were exposed only in the presence of himself and in Cloudâs. It was a sweet sentiment, one that honestly clouded his brain enough to keep himself awake and listening to every little noise in Griffinâs body; every breath, every beat, every adjustment to get more comfortable against each otherâs bodies. Every moment felt like an eternity, and Cloud wouldnât have it any other way. He refused to have it any other way.
âAre you still awake?â The words left his mouth before he even realized he was speaking, a soft and gentle voice to cut the silence. He didnât expect a reply.
âI thought you were still asleep.â Another voice cut down the same wavelength of air, one of a familiar faint accent. âI guess I shouldâve known you better.â
Cloud laughed a little bit. Neither of them really could take anything seriously, could they? It just wasnâtâŠreally in their nature. Never was, never will be. âI guess so. Chronic insomnia, and all that.â
âThe both of us.â The way Griffinâs voice bounced off the two of them made Cloud feel as if he was melting; right into the arms of an unsung love.Â
Pandora had said something about it, Cloud thought to himself as the silence overtook the two of them. A red string, or something stupid like that. Is that what it was? SomeâŠmagical string that connected the two in a way that simple words and feelings just never could? Fateâs too debatable of a topic to really believe things like thatâŠright?
âCloud?â Softer than before.
âMm?â
âYouâre shaking.â
What? Cloud reluctantly lifted his hand off of Griffinâs back to check his shakiness; sure enough, his fingertips shook slightly in the darkness. Cloud sighed.
âShit.â He rested his hand back on Griffinâs back. Unlike most days, where the daylight or the light of a flashlight shone on the both of them, Griffin did not flinch this time. In fact, Griffin almost seemed to lean into it.
âWhy?â Griffin spoke quietly, careful where she tread.
âYou think I know? I never do,â Cloud scoffed, resting his nose on the crook between Griffinâs neck and shoulder. It calmed his nerves a bit; hopefully it may stop him from shaking so much, too. Griffin rumbled out a quiet laugh, hoping not to wake anybody else in the rooms beside them.
âI know, I know. I was just wondering if maybe this would be the time.â Griffin shrugged, adjusting closer to it. âYou never know.â
Cloud sighed into her shoulder, adjusting itself. âWhy are you over here, anyway?â
âI just- had a bad nightmare, is all.â Griffinâs voice trailed off quietly, almost in embarrassment of needing any sort of physical comfort. Cloud felt a small squeeze as Griffin whispered slowly. âI justâŠâ Griffin paused, trying to debate if he should even say anything. âI guess I just find you comfortable.â
â...Comfortable?â ThatâŠfelt so unfamiliar, for some reason. Cloud felt like it had always been told it had beenâŠnotâŠthat. Itâs loud, itâs brash, itâsâŠeverything thatâs the opposite of âcomfortable,â really. Hearing somebody say that it wasâŠcomfortable, it was almost surreal. Like the boy in front of him really didnât know who he was. So, all he could do was laugh a little bit. Griffin responded in kind, nudging his side.
âWhatâre you laughing for? Iâm tryna be serious, dude.â Griffin snorted and just shook his head. âGod forbid that I try and express somethinâ.â It all just made Cloud laugh harder.
âSorry, sorry, just-â He wiped his face. âMe? Comfortable? You gotta be fucking with me, or youâre still high, or something.â
Griffin sighed a little, still smiling, but a softer kind of smile. The kind that made everything feel a bit safer, a bit softer. âThen I must be high as a kite. Youâre basically a whole comfort person at this point.â
Cloud felt like his face was on fire, and yet at the same time, he didnât notice a thing. Maybe feeling so flustered and confused around a guy it had known itâs whole life that it was justâŠnormal at this point. A part of the friendship? All he could do was just sort of chuckle awkwardly and close his eyes against Griffinâs warmth. It earned silence from the other, a comfortable sort of silence, only broken by Griffin pulling away for a few agonizing moments.
Cloud had time to mumble through half-closed eyelids before Griffin was against him again; not anything too sudden, for the record, something soft and gentle.
Right down on Cloudâs lips.Â
It only lasted less than a second; anything else lasting that long would have been forgotten in a millisecond. And yet, Cloud found himself stunned back awake, staring at the boy in front of him in silence. Griffin looked back at it, searching its face for any sign of contempt, or anger, or anything at all, only to find nothing but shocked admiration.
The silence was never cut; Cloud just returned it in kind. Just as soft, but a sort of desperation to his own version of their kiss; a chaste sort of desperation, the sort that held a need to prove something behind it. To prove love, or just to prove he could do it, he wasnât sure, but it feltâŠwell, neither had the words for it. Heaven wasnât enough, even; it was more than that. Something unsung, finally told through silence.
Cloud pulled away gently and rested his burning face on Griffinâs shoulder, and scarred arms embraced him once more. He felt both overwhelmed and comforted, uncomfortable and uncomfortable, sinking and floating, all at once. It was almost close to ecstasy, if he could describe it that way.Â
The soft accent cut the silence once more after long minutes, now tainted by sleep.
â...gânight.â
Cloud sighed a little, closing his eyes. He felt like he hadnât wanted to keep awake more in his life, and yet sleep tugged at his mind.
im sad. take some steven headcanons that are strangely adjacent to me irl. aka non-bi curly haired little bit chubby reader.fire emoji
if i see any selfship hate im going to carpet bomb your bed.and ytou will be blocked
Fair warning as well, my interp of Steven is latino, curly haired, 6'6" (funny spooky number) and BIG (either dad bod or muscle wise; thats up to interp. for me its muscle AND chub)
bit of a tw for sh scars
+i feel like hes truly patient when it comes to his hair. he'll let you play with it whenever you're overwhelmed (and admittedly disassociate the whole time)
+hes got a lot of scars and its kinda the only bit of what came after Mike's death that he feels like he can be ok with, since they've faded and it means he's moving on. slowly but surely
+by extension, he thinks any scars you have are pretty, too (stretch marks, sh, burns, etc) and he'll touch em a bunch, especially if you feel insecure about them. he thinks they're neat because that means you're healing with him
+hes not a great singer, but he'll hum lullabies if you get too deep into a spiral or into insomnia
+HES GOT BIG HANDS. BIG HANDS FOR HOLDING. he tries his best to keep his claws dull
+he loves the fact that your hair matches his (both curly). he'll help you out with it if it gets too tangled or matted (and hopefully you do the same if he's in depression spirals and doesn't shower for weeks)
+he doesn't talk a whole lot. he likes listening
+He's got like 4 separate modes. Hes got the normal mode, with the shadow over his face with no eyes; The Emotion face, which is what he looks like in most interpretations with just the ring light red eyes; the Manic face, which is what he looks like in the canon creepypasta; and the Rage face, which is the face he has in the FNF mod (with the teefers). Most of the time around you, it's either normal or emotion. Unless you're into the manic i guess (.......me)
+Be warned that he Will just stare at you. hes not begging for attention. he just likes looking.
+He's got big arms for big snuggles!! hes a big touchy guy. he'll stare at you while you're asleep in the morning or at night when he can't sleep btw
+if yall get into a bad argument, he's really bad with words and so he's either going to hide from you or hes going to buy you whatever your favorite thing is to try and make you feel better. or on rare occasions he'll figure out how to say sorry (most of the time that happens when it wasn't his fault)
+Miki is only allowed to be touched by You because she enjoys floofing up your hair
+he'll come up behind you when he's feeling depressed and just hug you and not let go because the squish makes him feel better
(I believe both picrews have their respective watermarks? Naylissah and crowesn <3)
AU rundown:
i took. the concept of red going up to mt silver. and gave it to Steven
so after Mike's death, Steven was so stuck in grief that he deemed himself unfit to live among people as a monster, so he went up to Mt Silver to hide away from everybody and try and stuff snow in his wounds in a figurative sense ykyk. he finds an abandoned research station from the 50s when Kanto was trying to figure out why Mt Silver is so fucked up and was eventually abandoned.
and whenever people die after that in the years that follow, he gives them a burial that Mike never got to have. And eventually, when Red joins him, he's the one who coaxes him back down to rehab, because he didn't want a kid who was falling down the same path he saw in himself ending up here as some urban legend, too.
There is also Ghost Mike!! He's not hostile, he just watches Steven to make sure his older brother is forgiving himself for what he did. Hes not!! <3
Steven also sometimes sees Mike but he usually chalks it up to needing more food or sleep
also the self indulgent part involves the irl sona I stuff in there going up to the mountain pre-Red going up there and just kinda. going in the abandoned shelter once Steven finds them almost dying of frostbite
