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artiststarme · 7 months

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Things never really went to plan for one poor Eddie Munson. His fate was sealed from his very first breath, his life would be a tragedy. And so, the universe set out to make him suffer.

It was like all the cards in his life were stacked against Eddie. He was born to a Bonnie and Clyde type of couple with Bonnie running away from the commitment of a family as soon as she could. Dick Munson was all too betrayed by the abandonment of his partner in come and set to destroy everything he had left. He cut ties with his brother, turned to a bottle, and drowned the sounds of his son’s screams out with meth and benzos. It was only a matter of time before he was arrested from a robbery gone bad with enough drugs to keep him behind bars for life.

Poor Eddie was sent to live with the uncle he hardly remembered. He was thrown into a loving trailer in a town full of hate. The kids at school ostracized him the moment they laid eyes on him, his bruised eyes and shaven head spoke all too lowly of his character. If he were lucky, he’d only get a few jaunts and swirlies but if he weren’t, he’d arrive home with another black eye or limp to hide from Wayne.

High school wasn’t much better. Just like middle school, the kids and teachers alike hated him. He blew off school and started selling drugs underneath people’s noses to help Wayne with the bills that were drowning them. He did make some friends, other loners that craved friendship and togetherness they’d never received anywhere else.

It turned out that he was gay. He knew as soon as he saw Steve Harrington’s shirt come off in the locker room and knew he was fucked. He was already the outsider no one liked, it made sense that something else would come up to make him even more different than everyone else in the suffocating small town. The worst part wasn’t the fact that people might find out. It was the part where no one he would ever have a crush on would ever like him back, least of all Steve Harrington whom had girls falling at his feet and guys wishing to be him.

As if it couldn’t get any worse, his skipping school held him back and made him even more of a loser than before. Eddie truly felt like the dumb-as-shit trailer trashed that everyone always told him he was. So he stopped trying completely. He fell into a persona adopted from his favorite artists, focused on his music and DnD, and tried to finally enjoy his life.

Then he saw hell on earth in the form of Chrissy Cunningham’s twisted body hovering in midair and fracturing with horrific snaps. He ran like the coward the universe had trained him to be and made himself the prime suspect in doing so. Eddie knew that there was no possible way to go back to how things were before. As fucked up as his life had been, he’d still miss his early morning coffees with Wayne and campaigns with the guys. As soon as the cops found him, he would be as dead as Chrissy.

So, he followed the kids out of fear. He felt like he was living in some sort of fucked up lucid dream. His long-reigning crush was there shirtless in his battle vest, Nancy Wheeler was there with fucking guns (plural), Robin the band geek was handling explosives, and the redhead that lived across the street from him was hanging on the edge of life fully dependent on a Walkman blasting shitty pop music. What the fuck, how was any of this real? He didn’t fully believe it until he felt the pain accompanying the bat bites and heard Dustin’s cries begging him to stay awake. It was only then that he realized the universe had royally fucked him over once again.

He knew with his luck, or lack of it, that he wouldn’t be waking up from this nightmare. His eyes slid shut for the last time and all Eddie could think was at least things would be better now than they ever were before.

When his eyes finally did open to a hospital room filled to the brim with his uncle and new friends, a tear dropped from his eye and his chest lightened. From then on, he knew everything would be so much better.

It seemed the universe had decided to call a truce and abandon the tragedy that had plagued young Eddie Munson. From then on, he wouldn’t have fate darkening his days. With the Party at his side, Steve Harrington’s hand in his, and his uncle’s Garfield mug on the hospital side table, Eddie Munson’s life began anew.

#I really don’t know what this is #might be deleting this later but we shall see #I hope you guys enjoy it regardless!#stranger things #steddie #ish #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfic #uncle wayne

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morrigan-sims · 1 month

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render update, I've spent an HOUR editing nothing but the mirror. And that's only for ONE of the two edits. I'm going to have to repeat this all over again on the second one, and make it look like it broke the exact same way, but FROM A DIFFERENT ANGLE.

#why did I do this to myself????#morrigan.txt #delete later #I haven't even touched rook himself yet.#or the glass shards around him.#and I still have to add blood to the glass...#every time I edit I swear I learn some crazy new thing because i have to make shit as hard for myself as possible lmao #we shall see if photoshop's perspective warp tool can help me with the mirror for the 2nd pic... probably not but I might as well try lmao #or the puppet warp. I guess I could try that too.

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curseofbreadbear · 4 months

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no coping only adding new muses

#{ started rewatching d.hmis (the tv show) and i am. staring at the crow }#{ the other muse im thinking abt might get her own blog. when i have spoons again we shall see }#🎬 || time for bear. (ooc.) || 🎬#🎬 || tear the pieces up and burn the shreds. (delete later.) || 🎬

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yooniesim · 1 year

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I'll post some actual sims content soon btw, mostly just been fucking around waiting for all my mods to get updated. But I think we're just about ready for me to jump back into my legacy save. I also started a new save I wanna play around in a bit inspired by chibi robo lol. Beginning of my gameplay era? 😎

#ceci speaks #nonsims #delete later #text #ive been working on cc too but #not entirely feeling it atm might be a lil burned out #so i may take a break from it until s4s updates #we shall see

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doomednarrative · 2 years

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Me staring at this draft of this fic that’s only just the intro: What if I scrapped it and started fresh

#I feel like. I could do better already. I know what I want to do for the rest of it #but this intro is fighting me to let me Finish it #and i cant tell if its a flow problem or if im just being mean to myself or what #but maybe if i skip down a page and just. go at it again #ill get it right #not actually deleting anything i worked too hard to do that #but giving myself permission to just go ham on a new start later might help #idk #we shall see but i Should nap first so i can start with fresh eyes #me talking

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nightglider124 · 1 year

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Some people in fandom are honestly wild. Like y’all need to chill tf out and go touch some grass.

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babybirbb · 1 year

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also sorry i haven’t made a new post of the tim drake in every wfa episode series, i literally got stumped on the layout for the superhero bingo ep bc they drew him on legit just a sliver of the panels :( makes it hard for me and i’ve been too busy to get onto an editing app atm

#pray for me #i just wanna post my boy #but this darn episode squashed him down and it makes it hard on me #tim drake #tim drake in every single episode of wfa #might delete this later #we shall see #baby blurbbs

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ssuckitlosers · 2 years

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I’m very upset that I didn’t write anything for pruk week 💀

#lame behaviour from me ngl #will reblog stuff from it soonnn #I have had a very unproductive/unfun few months and haven’t really checked any of it out yetttt #I might still write something anyways but just for fun idk we shall see #I’m so fucking bored though and I wanna do shit but I am incapable of being productive atm 😂😅#sshutuploser #delete later

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the1975attheirverybest · 1 year

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(Cabin) Pressure

A/N: This is probably unnecessary and super indulgent, lmao. I just have this impossible urge to baby him, OKAY? he's so....UGH!! anywaysssss!!! As requested by quite a few of you, here's part 2 of the flight one-shot. on a scale from 1 to absolute dumpster fire, lmk how bad it is, lol. Honestly I’m so conflicted about posting it, I might end up deleting later. AND YES SMUT COMING TONIGHT, I PROMISE. Just can't be writing smut at work in case one of my students comes to my office.

Read Part 1 here.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety, depiction of panic attack.

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The guys hurried ahead to give her and Matty some privacy. She felt Matty's hand stiffen in hers as soon as he watched the automatic doors of the Departures Terminal open and his bandmates walk right in. He swallowed the lump in his throat, his breathing quickened.

She squeezed his hand, drawing his attention back to his body. "Hey," she looked up at him. "You're gonna be alright, yeah?"

Matty gave her a weak smile, nodding slowly. He wasn't sure he believed her. He wanted to. Desperately. But he couldn't control it. It was like his body reflexively reacted to his surroundings before his mind could step in and control how he felt. He could physically sense the tension seeping into his body, right on cue.

"Well, shall we?" he turned to her.

"No pressure. Take as long as you need. We've got time. We'll go in whenever you're ready."

"But the lads-"

"Matty, look at me...there you are. We'll catch up with them at the gate, yes? It's okay." Her free hand moved to touch his face, the sensation grounding him.

"Right, sorry, I'm being silly." he smiled timidly. "Okay, think I'm read. Let's do this."

"Lead the way."

She kept her eye on him as they made their way through the airport, watching his body for any signs of stress.

Matty stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw the airline counters at the end of the hall.

"Fuck! My passport! Don't think it's in my bag! I don't remember seeing it-"

"Oh, god, sorry! I- I took it." she winced and looked apologetically up at him. "Sorry, I- uh, I thought if I kept track of the tickets, paperwork, and passports it...would give you some wiggle room so you didn't have to worry about sorting that stuff out...It's all with me! I have them here..."

To her surprise, and relief, Matty burst out laughing. "I think by thinking so hard about not panicking, I'm startin' to stress myself out. Alright, deep breaths."

She watched Matty close his eyes and take two deep breaths. Inhaling slowly, then opening his eyes as he exhaled.

"Okay, I'm all good now." He smiled, genuine this time. "And, thank you, baby, that was really kind of you to do." He dipped his head down to give her a quick kiss.

She rummaged through her bag, pulling out their documents as they approached the counter. "I can do it if you'd like..."

"No, it's okay. Think I can handle this. But, umm, keep holdin' my hand?" He blushed as he heard his own words leave his lips.

"Of course. I'm right here. All the way until security physically separates us."

***

With check-in and security now behind them, they wandered the airport in search of their gate, and the rest of their group. Matty seemed to relax a little, so she took the chance to suggest breakfast.

"Hey, wanna go over there and get something to eat?" she point towards the express version of some chain restaurant.

"Too anxious to eat. Afraid I won't be able to keep anything down."

"Please, baby? the nausea's probably worse when you're operating on an empty stomach. Let me buy you a little snack? you don't have to eat it right away..." She noticed Matty's attention shift from her gentle pleading to something else, something right behind her. "What're you looking at?" she frowned at the faint smile on his face. Turning around to check what was behind her, she saw a pair of young women, roughly in their early 20s, eyeing him hesitantly and struggling to contain their excitement.

"do you mind waitin' a bit? Think I'll go over there."

"Matty, are you sure? You know you don't have to do that if you're not feeling it."

He rolled his eyes. "C'mon, my love. Put yourself in their shoes...you're tellin' me that if we bumped into, I don't know, Harry Styles, right now, you wouldn't go up to him to say hello?"

She giggled and shook her head. "I- I wouldn't expect HIM to be the one to come to ME."

"Oh, so now you're telling me that, if Harry Styles were right here, right now, you'd actually have the courage to go up to him yourself?"

She couldn't help but smile. At least, the fact that he took the opportunity to tease her about her celebrity crush was an indicator that he was in a good enough mood. "Alright, let's go say hi." She relented.

"I appreciate you watching out of me." He placed his hands on her cheeks, kissing her, and giggling against her lips bit at the sound of the girls squealing behind him before he went over to greet them.

He sweetly introduced himself as Matty and gave each woman a hug, whispering "nice to meet you, Darlin'" as he pulled them in. He signed the backs of their itineraries, agreed to FaceTime a friend, and stood for pictures with them.

"Do you wanna take it or do you want me to take it? Actually, you know what? My girlfriend, here, can take it...Babe?" He gestured for her to come closer, "do you mind?" handing her the girls' phones.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" he wrapped his arm around her, pulling her closer and whispering in her ear as they walked away, waving the girls goodbye and wishing them a safe trip.

"I never said it would be bad! I was-"

"Just trying to take care of me, I know." He kissed her cheek. "But I'm okay. Really. Cuz I've got you."

***

The flight seemed off to a good start, with her and the guys taking turns at sitting with, and distracting, Matty from his thought spiral. Take off was a bit rough for a moment; he visibly broke a sweat and almost crushed her hand in his while the plane settled into altitude. She quickly brought him back the a calm enough state after that, though. They argued over which film to watch, eventually agreed to each watch their own choice, before Matty petulantly abandoned his screen and begged to watch whatever she was watching instead. This, of course, meant that she had to pause and explain the plot to him, bring him up to speed. She pretended to be annoyed with him, but secretly, she was glad for it because, the more that she actively participated in distracting him, the less likely it was that he'd let his mind wander and start overthinking.

Her plan seemed to be working, until it wasn't. 7 hours into the flight, Matty's senses were overwhelmed. He could no longer block the anxious thoughts away by steering his attention towards her, his friends, or whatever forms of entertainment were available to him. He even got out his laptop, tried to do some work to keep his mind occupied, but as time went on, his anxiety sucked more and more of his energy, until his will inevitably weakened, and he succumbed to the catastrophic thinking...

His eardrums pounded with the sound of his own heartbeat, the sounds of his surroundings being reduced to a faint, persistent whisper. He felt the air get sucked out of his lungs, panting and sweating as his eyes scanned the tight quarters. The voice inside his head screamed for him to leave the airplane, but he was aware enough to know that it was physically impossible to escape. Both sides of his brain locked in an impossible battle, the result was a near-complete paralysis. He lost the feeling in his limbs, his vision going blurry. Even breathing became a consuming conscious task. He felt like he was drowning underwater.

"M-matty? my love, what's the matter?" She was immediately alarmed when she'd glanced away from her book to check in with him. "You look like you're gonna be sick...Do you need me to call for someone?"

With great effort, Matty shook his head, looking helplessly at her.

"Talk to me, honey..."

"P-panic attack." he stuttered, short-winded and struggling to breathe.

The words brought instant tears to her eyes, and for a moment, she was overwhelmed by how quickly his pain had crushed her heart, but she wasn't about to make this about herself.

Delicately, she reached around his neck, loosing his tie. "I'm gonna take this off, okay?" explaining each of her movements as she did them so as not to startle him with anything unexpected. Matty's scattered brain was, of course, much too overwhelmed to process anything that she was saying to him, but the softness of her tone somehow made him nod anyway. She stood up, looking a few rows behind her, for George. They'd made an agreement that she would signal to him if she needed his help. Unfortunately, though, George was sound asleep, from what she could tell.

Shifting her attention back to Matty. "I'm gonna undress you, okay?"

She unbuttoned his button-down. "Honey, are you with me? need you to take off your undershirt, okay? it's much too tight."

When he made no effort to follow her instructions, she reached over and took it off for him. “Okay, I’ve got a better shirt for you in my bag. I just need to get it from the overhead bin, alright? I’ll be right back, okay?”

Matty might as well have been asleep; he made no movement or attempt to acknowledge her, which broke her heart to a million pieces.

She hurried over to George’s seat kicking it roughly to wake him up.

“He needs you.” She simply stated as soon as she saw George’s eyes flutter open.

George cleared his throat several times. “R-right. I’m up; I’m up. I promise.” He stood up, peaking ahead of him to wear Matty was seated. “He’s…naked?”

She rolled her eyes. “Obviously, I’m getting him clothes. But I need you, you gentle giant. Help me get my bag before you sit with him? Just need to get his stuff…”

George sprung into action, following her commands swiftly while she went through her bag to find a 1975 crew neck that was two sizes too big on Matty, and a pair of his joggers. She’d packed them when he insisted on wearing his shirt and tie to the airport, hoping she’d use them under happier circumstances, but right now, she was just glad she’d thought ahead. She went over to the flight attendant and grabbed him some water to go along with the sleeping pills.

By the time that she’d made it back to their seats George, had somehow talked Matty into reclining his seat, closing his eyes, and apparently leant him some headphones. “What- how-“

George, ever the wizard, just shrugged. “It’s all I could think of, alright?”

She broke into a smile, kissing her friend’s balding head. “You’re an Angel, George.”

“Hmm.” George hummed, smirking. “Listen, I’ll go get a coffee to wake myself up. Give me a shout if you need me, yeah?”

***

Matty got through the reminder of the flight relatively alright. While he didn't manage to fall asleep, despite the sleeping pills she'd given him, nor did he manage to eat any real meals, the first class reclining chairs were comfortable enough for him to close his eyes and focus on an audio book for a couple of hours, and he did nibble on a piece of buttered toast while wrapped himself up in the blanket she'd bought him and shuffling through her especially curated playlist. The anxiety never completely left him, but he was happy to endure a lower-level persistent anxiousness instead of the sudden panic attack that had gripped him earlier.

At long last, they'd touched down and began their journey out of the airport. Matty always wondered if the arrivals terminal is universally more difficult to get through, or if his impatience to finally be done with the travel part always made it seem so, regardless of where in the world he'd found himself.

At baggage claim, the stress of the journey seemed to catch up to him. He wrapped his armed around her waist, burying his face into the side of her neck and breathing in her scent. Just when he'd closed his eyes, hoping to catch a breath while they waited for the couple of items that they could neither ship ahead of time, nor bring in their carry-ons, to appear on the carousel, he became aware of a couple of people catching on to his presence.

"No, Matty, please." her hand grabbed onto his arm around her waist when she felt him slip away from her, getting ready to greet the fans.

"It's fine, Darlin'" his voice was heavy with sleep, as were his eyes.

She sighed, this time, she couldn't be supportive of his decision. As she spotted his guitar and got ready to retrieve it, she overheard him apologize to a few people for "looking sweaty" and mumbling something about jet lag. Ross stepped in to help her with the bag, listening silently and nodding in agreement as she whispered her complaints about Matty's lack of boundaries. If she'd let him get a word in edgewise, he'd have said "you should've seen him when our career first started, he was acting like he was every fan's best mate." George joined Matty for a moment, saying a quick hello to everyone before politely excusing himself and pulling his friend away. "We've gotta go, Matty, c'mon."

Though George had succeeded in extracting Matty away, his victory was short-lived. At the airport gates, the guys were surprised to find a group of more than just a handful of fans waiting for them. Phone cameras flashed as soon as the gates opened, the crowd calling out and vying for the band's attention.

Adam was the first to jump into their designated car as it pulled up by the side of the building. Ross and George followed shortly behind him. Matty, on the other hand, was quickly separated from them when he paused momentarily, slightly thrown off, by the presence of people on both sides of the gates.

She rushed over to him, taking his hand and pulling him towards the car. For a moment, Matty let her lead the way, trailing behind her with a hand on her hip to keep from losing her. He kept his head down, but closer he got to the crowd, the louder they were, and the faster his heart beat. His palms were beginning to sweat and breathing was getting difficult again. A voice in the back of his head told him to stop, to take a look around and stop staring at his feet, and when he did, he saw the faces of the people looking at him and he couldn't help it. He let go of her hand, walking over to one group, while the other screamed out his name.

She attempted to call out his name, but her voice was drowned out by the phones beeping, cameras flashing, and excited chatter. She stood there, astounded as he smiled and hugged a few people, apologizing that he couldn't sign someone's phone case because he didn't have a pen on him.

He turned around to the second group, "I promise, I'll get to all of you if we don't cause too much trouble and security doesn't get involved. could we...maybe just move away from the gates?"

She sighed, exasperated by the lengths he was going to. He was practically behaving like a event organizer, ushering people away from the rest of the public.

As well intentioned as his plan was, it did not work out quite as he’d imagined. the moment that he moved people away from the airport gates, everyone naturally formed a circle around him, a few people elbowing their way to the front. He was trapped.

Matty froze in place, fighting to keep his expression straight and suppress the fight or flight response that had kicked in. What had he done? The illusion that he had any control at all over the situation was quickly blown away. She could see his hands shaking by the sides of his body as he struggled to regulate his breathing. She couldn’t take it anymore.

She squeezed her way past an appreciable number of people, trying to get to Matty. “Excuse me, yeah, could I just- get through. Thanks.” She grabbed his hand. “Hey, you,” and leaned into his ear “Matty, whatever you think you’re doing, it’s not smart. Let’s leave.”

“Just a second. Almost done.” He whispered, fully aware that there was no way people weren’t listening to their conversation.

“You’re not feeling well, let’s get in the car, please?”

“A few more people-“ she pulled him by the arm dragging him away from people and towards the car. Matty waved apologetically at groaning people who were mumbling how unfair this was, dipping his head low and rushing to keep up with her.

The chatter between the guys in the car fell silent as she and Matty climbed in. They settled into the backseat with Matty instantly clinging to her and resting his head on her chest as the car drove away. Her hands reflexively found his hair, running her fingers through it and kissing his forehead.

“Baby? Could I just say something?” Matty spoke, finally breaking the dead silence, once they’d made it onto the highway.

“I don’t wanna hear it.” She said firmly.

Ross and Adam exchanged a look of surprise. Clearly impressed with, and in support of, her new tone.

Matty lifted his head halfway off of her looking up at her. “But I’d just like to explain-“

“I said I don’t wanna hear it. Can we not talk about it right now?”

He replaced his head back on her body, her hands resuming their soothing motions through his hair. “Can tell you’re angry.” He mumbled.

“No shit! Of course I’m angry.” He heard her heartbeat rise as she spoke. Her hands still comforting him though her tone was definitely sharp.

“I just wanna-“

“I said I don’t want to have this conversation right now, and yet, you keep fuckin’ pushing. Look, I know you love your fans. You’re grateful. And, honestly, it is one of the greatest joys of my life watching you interact with them. The knowledge that you can be so tender and compassionate- not just with me me, not with your family, the boys, your friends- but with complete strangers as well…that’s what makes you a man in my eyes. So, trust me, Matty, I don’t say this lightly, but you have absolutely no boundaries. You’re a pushover!”

Matty was quiet for a moment, taking in the gravity of her words. “Okay, I can see why you’d think that.” he opened his eyes, looking up her through his hair. “But could I just explain my side of things?”

“There is no ‘your side’! You are mentally and physically exhausted. Matty- you were literally shaking. And, this wasn’t a professional event! This wasn’t a signing or a meet-and-greet!”

“That’s exactly why l-“

“My point is, it wasn’t safe! What if someone’d gotten hurt? What if you’d gotten hurt? There was no security to control the situation. Nobody to help or be held accountable! There’s a reason everyone else was sitting in this car, and not out there with you.”

“I get it.” Matty conceded.

“We were all bending over backwards to make sure you’re okay, then you go and willingly put yourself in a stressful situation that would trigger you. I mean,” she shook her head, speechless.

“I just- I’m sorry.”

“I know. Let’s just not talk about it anymore. Alright?”

Matty’s arms squeezed around her waist as he nuzzled his face deeper into her chest, kissing her skin in a silent apology.

The car fell into another silent lull, until, several minutes later, George peaked his head from the passengers seat and told her and Matty not to check Twitter.

“Oh, god. What’d you have to say that for? You know Matty’s gonna wanna see it now!” Adam groaned, chastising George.

“What?” George shrugged. “I said ‘whatever you do, don’t check Twitter,’ I didn’t say to hurry up and check it.”

“I’ve literally been biting my tongue this whole ride.”

Matty, who’d been half asleep in her arms, pulled out his phone, blinking rapidly to adjust to the light of the screen.

Just as he’d suspected, photos of him being dragged away from adoring fans were already circulating the internet. All captioned with dramatic out of context narratives.

“Matty Healy and gf argue in the middle of airport parking lot”

“1975 front man physically dragged away from fans by possessive gf.”

Comments embellished the description using every colorful name in the book. From “jealous” and “immature” to “frigid witch.”

Matty set his phone down, neither one of them said anything. They spent the remainder of their ride to the hotel in silence.

***

“How’re you feeling?” She emerged out of the bathroom, walking over to Matty’s slumped over figure on the bed.

“I’m sleepy, and hungry, and tired, and I smell like airplane.” He mumbled. “I’m also sad.”

“Why’re you sad?” She bent down to kiss his nose.

“Cuz you’re mad at me. You don’t seem to understand- the fans…they’re like the most important thing. Unless I’m physically tied down, I will always go out there and meet them. Never gonna be dismissive. Never gonna make them feel like they don’t matter to me.” Matty sat up in bed, taking her hands in his, and pulling her closer to him. “You can’t put out the kind of music that I put out, and then pretend not to want anything to do with the people who listen to it.” She nodded, attempting to signal that she was on his side. “There are ways of saying ‘sorry, not today guys.’ Without being dismissive or rude.”

“I hope you know, that’s never gonna be me. I’d never say that to them. It’s just not who I am.”

“I know. I don’t expect you to suddenly change. I just hope you don’t expect me to either. Cuz I’m still gonna worry about you and try to protect you when you’re in over your head.”

Matty smiled at her with droopy eyes. “Deal.” He kissed her lips.

“Sorry they’re saying mean shit online.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve wanted to be a witch since I was a little girl!” She giggled. “Now, c’mon. I ran us a bath.”

“Wait…us? Like you AND me?”

***

“You had a really rough day today, huh?” She whispered as she snuggled into him, getting comfortable in their hotel bed.

Matty turned on his side to face her, the smell of her freshly washed hair calming his mind. “Couldn’t have gotten through it without you.” He kissed her cheek. “Thank you.”

“Of course, baby.”

“Could we just…stay here, in this bed, for ever. Just you and me. Where it’s safe, soft, quiet.”

“Sounds like a great idea. Yeah, let’s do that.”

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thunder-birb-00 · 14 days

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sometimes i feel like posting some small drabbles about me fooling around as different Hatchetfield peeps in an AU.... gah, speaking of, i should somehow share that Hatchetfield AU I have been working on with @shadowess mainly on Discord XD... Only problem is it's huge because of the fact that the gist is, we are playing around with timelines, that are on this hypothetical Timeline Tree. So, just to briefly explain just a part of it... This Timeline Tree contains all the timelines, and most timelines share a common "branching point". It also leaves room for other "branches" of timelines where things like, the LiB have complete influence over Hatchetfield, to which us humans would classify as a "bad end", to many possible offshoot branches where the Hatchetfieldians could be in different jobs even. Imagine a Hatchetfield where it runs on crime families. A Hatchetfield where magic was effectively utilised to further scientific endeavours at a cost... which would mean, the Hatchetmen met a terrible fate in those timelines. But it still did not spare the humans from the LiB's machinations to see how "sturdy" they are. A Hatchetfield who all bow to the might of the Church of the Starry Children. An end where it ended with The Denouement of Devouring. Countless Hatchetfields lost by a time goat "deleting" the timeline out of existence, as if playing a Minecraft game. And how many other Hatchetfield timelines whereby a few events of Nightmare Time could simply cross paths here and there, yielding a few interesting outcomes. And how the destruction of some timelines, may lead to consequences in the form of further changes in later timelines that keep on reaching up into the cosmos where the rest have fallen off like dead tree branches into a cosmic sea, where their material may be taken back up to nourish the Timeline Tree with more infinite possibilities... Its working name is basically "Timelines". We probably may only focus on a few of these timelines, but yeah, we'll see. hmmm... i suppose i rambled enough. If i remember once again, perhaps i'd share more at a later date. I shall sleep. - Thunder

#starkid #hatchetfield #hatchetverse #hatchetfield au #team starkid #timelines au #persephone of apotheosis #weird cosmic rambles #sometimes i wish inspiration does not hit me at the middle of the night #but ohwell #thunder rumblings #tgwdlm #tgwdlm au

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outofangband · 11 months

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what we know of Aerin in The Narn (plus my thoughts and opinions on some of them)

Aerin is an extremely compelling and tragic figure in The Children of Húrin, even despite her brief appearance. There is not much we actually know about her from the text so I thought I'd go through the times she was mentioned and discuss the canon facts and then share my opinions on some of them, where speculation might be warranted

This is in part just a reference for my recent headcanon posts and fic but I also just really love Aerin so much

Note: I go into her story in the Book of Lost Tales version here!

mentions of canonical abuse and violence

Aerin is mentioned in two chapters and appears only in one of them. She's first mentioned in chapter four, The Departure of Túrin

In this chapter we get this information:

She is Húrin's kinswoman though the exact nature of their kinship is unclear. She is forcibly wedded to Brodda, one of the incomers, who seizes both land and property in Hithlum (I talked about the textual information about this and the implications here) She aids Morwen in secret, bringing her food and it is in part because of her aid that Morwen does not die of starvation

It is worth noting that the exact phrasing of "by force" with regards to Brodda is not in The Silmarillion. Though the context makes it pretty obvious that it was unwilling, it's still an interesting addition/deletion.

The rest of what we have of her comes much later, in the chapter “The Return of Túrin to Dor-lómin”

We learn first that "some of the kindlier manners of old were still kept by Aerin" and Sador, now her servant, grants Túrin shelter. On this same page we learn from Sador that it is Aerin who feeds and shelters many who would otherwise have been thrown out. He tells Túrin again of Aerin's aid to Morwen and how she saved her from starving. This time we learn to that Brodda, the man Aerin was forcibly wed to, did indeed find out and beat Aerin for it. Indeed, the mentions of Morwen in front of Brodda seem to frighten Aerin even more and she at first denies knowing anything. Whether she is attempting to mitigate any harm she might endure for what she had done to aid Morwen or if Brodda required her to deny anything is unknown. (I have plenty of posts speculating about this so I’ll leave it here for now. There’s some in my post Nírnaeth headcanon collections and fic and will be more in the next ones. Anyways)

“She knew all the counsel of your mother,” Sador tells Túrin of Aerin

When Túrin comes to the halls, Aerin is sitting beside Brodda at the feast. She is noted to go pale, seemingly at both his arrival and what it will mean, as well as for Brodda's anger which is raised at once.

When Túrin asks her of Morwen and what she can say of it, she says "nothing, in great fear for Brodda watched her narrowly."

When Túrin seizes Brodda and puts a sword to his throat, him and Aerin have this interaction

"Am I not Túrin, lord of Dor-lómin? Shall I command you?" When he does, Aerin answers his questions of Morwen, saying she was persecuted by Brodda and co and had fled to Doriath about a year before.

We see little of her during the killing of Brodda and the initial outbreak of fighting. She next responds to Sador's dying words, urging Túrin to leave "He speaks with the truth of death. You have learned what you would. Now go swiftly! But go first to Morwen and comfort her or I will hold all the wrack you have wrought here hard to forgive. For ill though my life was, you have death to me with your violence. The Incomers will avenge this night on all that were here. Rash are your deeds, son of Húrin as if you were still but the child that I knew."

Túrin responds to her, calling her faint of heart and saying that she too has not changed from when he called her aunt as a child and when she was frightened of dogs. (one of the very few facts we learn of her time in Hithlum before the Fifth Battle. The other one being that her father was named Indor. This is the only mention of him throughout the text. Though the name was originally used for the father of Húrin and Huor this was later abandoned and in the final version, Galdor was their father) There’s no canon evidence for this but for some reason I always read him reminding Aerin of HER being afraid of dogs as him misremembering in the way kids often do where they’re scared of something and project that fear onto adults. I can’t really explain why. But regardless these are some of the only sparse details shared about her.

Aerin urges him once more to flee. She tells him that all who were there that night will suffer for what he has done.

Túrin at last heeds her advice and leaves with a few men of Hithlum. The last we hear of Aerin is the speculation that it was her who set fire to the halls. Asgon says, "many a many of arms misreads patience and quiet. She did much good among us at much cost. Her heart was not faint and patience will break the last."

We do not know if she died in the fire. She seemed to think her death was inevitable no matter what she did. When she speaks of it to Túrin, she seems more resigned than frightened.

Her appearance is bleak and upsetting but also fascinating. Aerin is in some ways just as defiant and stubborn as Húrin is and she endures abuse for just as long. She is defiant to the end like her kinsman, maintaining whatever she can of her culture and defying Brodda to help Morwen and others, even when she faced violence for it.

(Also, Húrin watching this scene… theworldisquietheretooquiet were talking about this. )

I've talked a lot before this interaction between Aerin and Túrin namely here and here but with more scattered throughout the tag so I won't go into it too much here but it's certainly a poor moment of Túrin's to treat Aerin such, even after learning of her courage and suffering in helping Morwen as well as others of his people. It's obviously not Túrin's fault he hasn't been able to be in Hithlum leading and aiding his people but Aerin has been there (again, not by choice) and has been taking on this role.

It's worth noting that while the Narn does not actually say if Morwen and Aerin were close before the Nirnaeth, BoLT actually does say that Aerin loved Morwen and although that version is not canon, it's part of a passage and section that makes it through to the final version otherwise largely unchanged.

I personally think that she and Morwen were close. Again, I've made several posts about it before but Aerin tells Túrin in her last words to him that if he does not go to Morwen to comfort her, she will not forgive him for what he has done in Hithlum. It is also the only offer that he makes her, to bring her to Morwen.

“But go first to Morwen and comfort her or I will hold all the wrack you have wrought here hard to forgive. For ill though my life was, you have brought death to me with your violence.”

We do not know much for certain about Aerin’s personality! While we can certainly infer that she is loyal and brave and kind by her actions and what Sador’s words about her, we only really see Aerin when she’s a captive and when she’s terrified and directly under threat. We do not ever get to see her free to speak or act as she wishes and I am saddened by that. It’s one reason of many I’ve done so much trying to develop her character pre Nírnaeth as well as after! I hope I do her justice

I love her very much. Always feel free to ask more!

#the silmarillion #the children of húrin #Aerin #musing and meta #morwen #reposting for now #hopefully this will actually work now #if not oh well I'll either just be sad or have to repost it later #occupation of hithlum #they have fired the hall #Túrin

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hadescabin · 6 months

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i might delete this later, but I want to practice character designs so feel free to send in some warrior cats (or even catified characters, preferably from fandoms like tbhk, durarara, persona or any other fandoms i have tagged here/listed in my rentry tbh) that i could draw! i might post them on a separate account to keep things organized, but we shall see...

#txt #warriors #warrior cats #catified #durarara #persona #persona 4 #persona 5 #warriors designs #warrior cat designs #tbhk #toilet bound hanako kun #jshk #not really into warriors or catified designs anymore but i miss drawings cats if you get me

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sleepis4theweak · 6 months

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FLASHBACK AU QUESTIONS, YOU SAY? FLASHBACK AU QUESTIONS YOU SHALL RECEIVE (Or at least somewhat related to the au questions...)!!

How did you originally come up with the story? Have you planned it out? Have you made any changes since you first thought of it?

What's your fav Mikey dynamic? Do you think it shows in the comic? My personal fav is PB & J duo :>>

Who's your least favorite character in the comic to draw?

Who's your favorite character to draw?

Where did Madame Bishop (I forgot her name- she had one didn't she?..was it Joanne? MAN I HAVE AMNESIA) get that scar from?

IS... IS MIKEY GONNA STAY DEAD...? 😰

Can we have a sneak peek by any chance? :3

What do you think Madame Bishop (...yeah might be Joanne...) would have been like in the doomed timeline?

ALRIGHT THAT'S ALL I CAN THINK OF, I'LL LEAVE YOU OFF WITH A PUN : Have you heard of the theory that no two people see color the same? I guess that would mean color is just a pigment of our imagination 🤔

YAYYAYAYAYYA THANK YOU I GOT VERY EXCITED TO ANSWER THESE YAY!

ANYWHO LONG ANSWERS BUT:

1- This was honestly supposed to be a two part comic. The entire au is based off of experiences I have had (minus the whole dying part of course) with my cousins and or brother. The first part was about Donnie and Mikey- and Mikey having the puppy dog eyes that Donnie couldn't do. That was about my cousin! It was supposed to just be like oh look Mikey can do puppy eyes. And then I saw something about how kids that struggle with understanding emotions can practice expressions in the mirror sometimes* and was like haha I should add this since it's actually something I used to do as well! THEN I wrote the line about him wanting to be the youngest and I mean... my brain went straight to "now what if Mikey dies"...

I didn't expect people to like it as much as they did tbh... so when people started to really comment on it I was like okay I should bring Mikey back to life... But then it turned into a whole au...

It's almost entirely planned out now! And most comics are still based off of stories of things that have happened with my cousins or brother! (Like how I smashed my cousins legos because I was angry at him.... its a long story lol).

*(It can also be something that kids with autism do... and someone actually pointed it out! ->)

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2- Thats a really hard one... I think my fav has to do with the situation I guess? Or how I'm feeling? But Donnie and Mikey are probably my favorite overall! But only by a teensy tiny bit.

Raph and Mikey are my favorite angst wise, and the ones I can relate to the most. Leo and Mikey are really fun, and I really like using it to explore responsibility.

I think it does show in the comic! I mean I went straight to the PB & J duo- and then with Leo and Mikey I really explored responsibility. With Raph and Mikey it was shorter, but it was a lot more emotional for me personally. And right now Raph and Mikey are really getting the spotlight. Though Leo and Mikey are the main ones in the next update! :)

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3- DONNIE. OMFG DONNIE IS SO RECTANGULAR AND ITS TERRIBLE. ITS WHY HE'S HANGING HALF IN HALF OUT OF A LOT OF FRAMES BECAUSE I HATE DRAWING HIM. I've definitely gotten better at him tho! Example for u ->

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4- I think Leo is the easiest to draw, with Mikey coming in second! My favorite to draw though is definitely Mikey. I like his mask tails :) Also he's my favorite in general hehehe

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5- LMAO I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THE NAME JOANNE CAME FROM IM LAUGHING SO HARD- THATS HER CANNON NAME NOW. ITS CANNON HER NAME IS DR. JOANNE BISHOP.

She got that scar from an experiment! Idk which one... but she was experimenting on something and it freaked and scratched her! :3

It isn't too important to the story, but it may add some depth/explanation to some of her reactions later on.

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6- ... lemme tell you, I have gotten this ask so many times... BUT CONGRATS I WONT DELETE THE ASK THIS TIME JUST FOR YOU <3

Usually I answer the ask, wait until I'm sure the person sending it saw my response and delete it to keep the mystery alive hehe... but I won't delete this one.

No. Mikey is not gonna stay dead. I mentioned it in the first one, but the comic was supposed to end with him maybe dead maybe not... but since the au is continuing... I don't like it when characters die :( Its sad so he was never gonna be actually dead. So yes, he will come back! Its just gonna take a bit...

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7- YOU MAY! I was considering which spoiler to give you... but I've decided to give you a big spoiler... just cropped. :) Because I'm evil like that :))

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8- Hmmm.... idk to be honest, I haven't thought about it... I think she would be just... even crazier. Like batshit insane.

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THAT PUN MADE ME LAUGH SO HARD- THANK YOU FOR THAT AND THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK IT MADE MY DAY <3

#answered asks #<3 <3 <3 #SUCH GOOD QUESTIONS!!!#rottmnt #Flashbacks au #LOOOOOREEEEEEE

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ask-chaosfam-neo · 1 month

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Welcome everyone to Neo's personal ASKBLOG!!

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->Where we shall discuss everything from favorite things to munch on to whatever happened while at the Nexus :D

a drawing is meant to be here just gimme a minute to finish it teehee

--SOME QUICK RULES BEFORE WE START--

I feel like every askblog needs to have a set of them, so here you have some really (i guess) basic rules

1.- THE IMPORTANT INFORMATION

This is an oc AskBlog taking place in an OC centric Rise of the TMNT apocalypse AU in which earthlings managed to get the upper hand before and at the moment of the apocalypse that happens in the first segment of the movie, leading to much more of a "normal" life while still in the ruins and in imminent danger thanks to the Krang. My OC is in this universe alongside some of my friends' OCs that started this AU, some of them have followed my lead and created askblogs for themselves :D I'll leave links to them right here if you wanna check them out (will update as more askblogs are created)

Dahlia a.k.a. the mother <3

Sho a.k.a. the other (technically first) grumpy emo child

Tysk a.k.a. the sweetest sister :3

Glitzi a.k.a. sciencey chaos child

!!!! I WOULD LIKE TO STRESS THAT THIS BLOG IN BOTH THE ROTTMNT AND OC LORE CONTEXT IS SEMI-CANON !!!! Anything that happens here is affected by pre-established lore but may not necessarily affect future events! so I don't have to worry about timeline issues lmao My sona might make some appearances too from time to time so if you see a star themed gremlin from time to time that's me hiii :D

2.- THE MUSE/CHARACTER

Neo "Turmoil" Sone Cruz, my silly RotTMNT hybrid oc that you'll get to uncover lore of as the askblog progresses! Basic information would be that they were a child fighter at the Nexus from 8-13 years old, escaped, and much later in life at 17 got adopted by the Kaylus family. Now, at the age of 19, they're moody and sarcastic mostly but for this blog they get to be a bit more laid-back since most of the sad stuff has already happened to them. most of them.

3.- THE MUN/OWNER

DeesOhTee/superneovastar which is ME!! and just me (for now unless a friend offers to co-manage the blog or smth)

4.- MY BOUNDARIES N STUFF

No NSFW pls!!! even though the character is not a minor I'd feel very iffy since this character is still very much a teen and means a lot to me personally :)

Anything that makes me uncomfortable will be rightfully deleted.

If you have any questions that are not related to my OC directly but more like the worldbuilding or me the creator, ask away! Also counts for any confusion you might have about these rules but AS ALWAYS be decent about it and don't be a weirdo ty :3

5.- ASK AND ANONS

1. One question per ask please! You may have two only if they’re directly related.

2. M!A is allowed, to a degree. M!As need to be something that could reasonably happen in the apocalypse and mystic context of Rise. For example, if the situation allows it, something like “Neo loses connection while on a mission” or "Neo accidentally stumbles upon a stash of mystic potions and shenanigans ensue" would be allowed. If it's a rlly creative ask maybe I'll give it a chance for the sake of "the funnie and the sillie"

3. IF YOU ARE GLITZI you may have a pass for M!As but only if you run it thru me personally beforehand. But nothing too wild and please always think about stuff that would, again, fit in the context (plushies and alt timelines r fine with me cus i love them as long as u follow these rules :3).

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Given these rules into consideration, I wish you a happy time asking away ur most ridiculous questions to my wet cat of a character :) have fun!!

#oc ask blog #askneoturmoil #ask blog rules #askblog rules #rottmnt oc #semi canon #we just here to have fun dont come at me if anything's canonically incorrect ty

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humanentertainmentinc · 9 months

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Hello! I’m the host of Trials of Wrath/Human Entertainment Inc.! I’ve decided to finally throw my big, business pants on (size XXXXXXXXXXL on account of me being 13’4” tall!) and write a conclusion for Trials of Wrath; this conclusion will detail thank yous, plans that will remain unfinished, character arcs, and perhaps plans for the future! Without further ado, let us begin, shall we?

My name is Tanith/Brador but for most of my trials hosting, I was called Brador so let’s stick with that name, yes? I was the host of Trials of Wrath and an incredibly proud host at that! Which, unfortunately, ultimately ended up being the downfall of these wondrous trials! Pride is a slippery slope, isn’t it? Unbeknownst to many, or perhaps not, I am a very proud individual. I pride myself on professionalism, kindness, but most importantly professionalism. It is hard for me to accept help, in that regard, since I had the logic that “I’m the host, I should have this covered!” and “this isn’t a job for anyone else, I’m the host! My job is to deliver an experience, not deliver any work!” and I’m sure you can see why that is a bad mindset to have when you’re hosting a roleplay server with over 50 characters (characters, not players, mind you), right?

My pride was my undoing and I encourage anyone who runs trials to always have at least a co-host or a handful of mods! While I understand the inherent distrust that stems from that- thoughts such as “they won’t share my vision!” or “can I really trust them to make the right choice?”- it is important that you have someone to fall back on; because at the end of the day, the most important thing you can do as the host is to ensure the safety and welfare of everyone in your server and ensure that your space is an open and safe one! Got a problem with one mod? No worries! Go to the next one! By having multiple people running the trials, yes it can cause disorganization, but it also ensures that there is always someone available to help the members you’re catering to! Isolation and pride will do you no good, unfortunately.

I learned that the hard way, when people in my trials began to feel as I was not reliable enough to come to me about issues they had with other members! A large portion- or shall I say- 95% of the active players decided to leave. No shame on them, of course! It is always within a player’s right to leave when the fun stops being fun! They are not obligated by any means to stay and I say that for individuals who mod as well! For any place you’re at, in person or online, you’re never forced to stay. You have a choice. Always. You can leave whatever endeavour you wish and start a new one! And isn’t that amazing? I really hold no ill will, despite what my later cold front would have people believing. It isn’t in my heart to feel discontentment or anger towards people who were just trying to improve their own wellbeing. No, I never will hold any grudge on anyone for simply leaving. Of course I am allowed to be upset or stressed by that but I do my best to steer away from anger and go right to the acceptance.

So I accepted people leaving and decided that I might as well leave and conclude this venture too. Not enough activity, too much stress, any of those reasons will do for why I deleted the server I had spent months lovingly working on. I wish to stress that this was not done out of spite or anger or anything of the sort. I was frustrated, yes, but mostly just tired and tired of putting on a brave and professional face while confronted with all these negative circumstances. I can proudly look back on the server though. I ran a damn good show and I am proud of my own writing and my engagement with others. Give a warm applause to me for that, yeah? But most importantly, give yourself a warm applause, okay?

Yes you, you who reads this who was apart of our special place: Trials of Wrath. Give yourself such a warm hug and the most celebratory of applauses. You did fantastic. You were engaging, helpful, welcoming, kind, and so very creative and lovely and I’m so grateful to have known you. You did spectacularly. Don’t sell yourself short. I did my part but it is only because of the participation of the players that Trials of Wrath bloomed as it did. So, sincerely, thank you. I love you to pieces and I’m so proud of you. You worked hard- don’t dare to tell me otherwise. You worked hard on your characters and on interacting with others and on writing and on drawing and on being the best person you could be in the out of character section. You did amazing. Thank you so much for being apart of Trials of Wrath, to all of you.

Now, if you will allow, I want to get into plans that will remain unfinished in regards to Trials of Wrath! Characters that I wasn’t able to conclude on their stories or features that I had yet to implement before the fall. The first character- our beloved Mr. H, the one who got your character into this mess! He’s your classic Habit, of course, inspired by the beloved series EverymanHybrid! Mr. H was inspired by an assortment of figures- most notably Handsome Jack from the Borderlands series though! Snarky, charismatic, with a penchant of making risky deals and putting on bloody, surreal shows! His story was going to conclude in two ways: the “good” ending and the “bad” ending!

From the beginning, I always intended for the story to have multiple endings that would be determined by player actions and choices! Getting clues through exploration of the facility, piecing things together in character, and the relationships they had between the characters and players alike! In the good ending, Mr. H, after a long rein of terror and television would be murdered, assumedly by Employee ??? using the godslayer weapon that I believe was an idea featured in EverymanHybrid! The godslayer would be attained by farming the soul of another god and manifesting it into a weapon. The god in question? None other than the man who sunk into the memory and the one who was featured in the only video I had created for Trials of Wrath! He was a mystery figure introduced briefly that Mr. H, mysteriously, was not able to see and that was because the figure was meant to be of a similar power status and able to ward off the influence of Mr. H because he was the same species.

They would’ve had a long history, I think; Mr. H and mystery figure (or, James, as he would’ve been called) and I figured that James would’ve been stalking and hunting Mr. H since the start of Mr. H’s horrible games. James would be the direct antithesis; while Mr. H would be confident, he would be slovenly and disillusioned and their difference would create a poisonous weapon that would be potent enough to behead the beast that was Mr. H or, surprise surprise, Mr. Habit (original, I know). But James and Mr. H are not our only characters present! There’s plenty more whose stories are featured!

Let’s start with one of the fan favourites; the Transportation Team or the Trio, for short! This team of robotic, perhaps, mercenaries who I originally imagined as creepy bastards who literally shove your character in a van to take them to the facility! But then I imagined, how would they appear stronger? What’s their stories? So what’s stronger than a man? Something inhuman, of course! What intimidates the average human? Guns, glorious guns! So I decided to base them off of cybernetic military, taking particular inspiration from games like Call of Duty! But the team was more than that, lots more than that. They were human once. One and Three, unaptly named, were once lovers and were featured in the 1960s or 1970s rendition of Trials of Wrath and took a shine to Two, who was a bit of an outcast at the time. One and Three were both strong but stronger together. Their weakness? Each other.

Contrary to fan theories, it was not One who won their rendition of the trials. It was Three who won and the trauma that winning left behind was too much for the man to muster. He had all the money in the world but all of his friends- his lovers- were dead. So, he begged for their lives. Mr. H granted Three the lives of his two companions. In exchange? The prize and their humanity. Three easily complied. They were reformed anew, as robots with fading memories that glitched out of their new fleshy, metallic skulls. One remembered, certainly. Maybe even more than his compatriots. He remembered being alive. Being in love. Being in death. And he was angry. During a lesson, it was revealed that One still held sentience and that this sentience was driven by newfound spite. He electrocuted his once lover, laughing again and again, just because he could. Killing Two, knowing Two would be rebuilt again, just because he could. Being less than a man, just because he could.

In the good ending, these characters would receive closure for their hurt. One, Two, and Three would start on a path of forgiveness. Being free meant they were no longer bound to feel particular emotions and instead could feel a wide array. They could feel sadness. They could feel love. They could feel forgiven. I imagined their story concluding with them ripping the red goggles off and seeing each other for the first time in forever and crying, out of relief. They’d probably get a cabin somewhere out in the Boonies and kiss til their still robotic brains got fried. They wouldn’t be human, never again would they be, but they could feel human, at least.

Cute, right? Well, not all the characters were quite meant for happiness forever. Trigger/Content warning for s//cide for this next story. Employee ??? is a headstrong character who was initially introduced because I like having a character who has history that’s older than the current generations! He’s an old man, yes, but not to be taken lightly. Toned as hell with military background and supernatural experience, he spent his entire life after winning his trials forming himself into a killing machine that would end Mr. H. Once and for all. If he didn’t succeed, he would at least die trying. For glory, for all who died, for all the guilt he had for being the last one alive. Employee ???, in the good ending, would wield the godslayer and kill Mr. H or hold Mr. H in a grip tight enough for another player to deliver the killing blow, nearly dying in the fight in the process. Once the fight is over, however, what’s left for him? There are no spoils of victory. No celebrations for him. He has no one to go home to and his one life goal has just been killed. He would be purposeless and directionless. Inspired much like the conclusion of Alfred’s questline from Bloodborne, he would go back to the place it all started and end up dying. No one would find him. No one would look for him. He was an enigma and a selfless, stubborn old bastard. Characters would assume he died of old age or died fist fighting someone in a bar. No one would know. He would like it that way, I imagine.

That one is heavy but I like mixing heavy stories with the lighter ones. Speaking of lighter ones, let’s move onto two of the new characters who didn’t get much limelight, shall we? The Doctor and the Scrap! The Doctor was the human caretaker on the facility and the stingy medic. They took strict care of any humans featured but took gentler care of its companion, the big bitch of Scrap Metal. I’ve coined the name Scum, for it! Scum used to be human and its story will remain vastly unexplored but Scum did not mind its existence of man mixed with metal. Neither did Doctor. Doctor and Scum were basically best friends and Scum protected Doctor like a bloodthirsty hound when necessary and its up to you all if something fruitier was amidst with them. They worked as an unconventional pair and I imagine would be loyal enough to Mr. H to simply die at the player’s hands or at James’ or Anita’s hands. All they could ever remember was Mr. H and each other. No one else was important enough so they’ll die with Mr. H and the facility too, the only home they’ve ever known, really.

Speaking of Anita, she was apart of a retro trials! By retro, I mean practically archaic. She was from a 1800s or, 1600s (I can’t quite recall which), rendition of the trials where the trials were a witchcraft scourge upon a small village and life was simple and horrible for her. Her saving grace from poverty was winning her trials and she was indebted to Mr. H and decided to stay with him, transformed into a motley beast with a helmet she could not see out of. Not in the conventional sense, at least. She was from a small fishing town and no one noticed her disappearance but she noticed the disappearance of herself from the fishing town. As the years stretched by, an utter agony of silence, she began to yearn for freedom once more. For family. For friends. For a child to call her own. She became nearly motherly to everything. The vines growing on her chair, the bugs crawling along the floor, and the rats scurrying away from her terrifying figure. She wanted to protect them. In any way she could. Her powers were mind manipulation and forms of telepathy, in my head! Strong enough for her own mind to simply cause another head to burst from the mental force she had. Her screams like a banshee and her tears so striking that your own heart would grow heavier just from seeing them trail down her neck. Her story would conclude with her freedom and her being human again and learning about this wonderful, scary modern world and finding home with someone. Maybe fostering children or running an orphanage. Maybe becoming a medic. To ease those dying souls into a death she would never have. For some effects of Mr. H could not be overcome with his death and his immortality was a curse that would seep into a select few.

I believe those are all the formally introduced characters but there was a pair I did not get to introduce! The janitor(s), the conjoined twins! One hot-tempered while the other was exceedingly cold, all while sharing one body. Their job was to clean up and they would accidentally be introduced if the players did enough exploration! In one of the lessons, one of their conversations is briefly gleamed at, actually! They argue with each other before coming to a peaceful, hopeless conclusion. If the good ending is achieved, I imagine they would go into hiding in the real world, maybe one day finding someone who could look past both their attitudes and what they interpret as their own horror.

Now.. for the bad ending! This ending is simple enough; everyone dies! The players, the characters disloyal to Mr. H! Ripped apart sadistically by the monster who fed on the discord and negativity that the players so easily gave to him. Mr. H would accumulate enough power to snuff any rebellion or perhaps there would be no rebellion in the first place and the trials would take their natural course and leave a miserable victor to indulge in the grand prize! Employee ??? would be murdered in front of everyone trying to futilely kill Mr. H with a faux godslayer and would be humiliated and demolished as a lesson to all. Sadness ensues. I’m a bit at the end of my creative rope but you get the gist of it, don’t you? That’s the bad ending! If you have any questions or headcanons, please send them to this account and I’ll be sure to respond! The asks are always open and I’m happy to illuminate on the characters and stories more, even if they are concluded!

So, what now? What’s the future look like for Brador? Well.. for now, it looks like nothing! I got a part-time job, got video games to play, and got a whole lotta nothing to do! I’m taking it easy but.. I’m always considering other ideas, if I’m honest. A medieval server crossed my mind, with ye olden speech and a hub for OC creation that’s based around medieval or more archaic themes. I also considered another roleplay server, this one centred around Dead By Daylight’s interpretation of the Ghostface! A synopsis: “an old forum wasn’t uncommon to stubble upon in the age of the new internet. Forums and blogs were commonplace nowadays, even with niche topics like murderers and stalkings. Hell, this messed up new place known as the internet even had chatrooms discussing this kind of grimy shit. But [you] never expected something like this. [You] Invited to a chatroom with a bunch of strangers. The only similarity between all of you? You’re all being stalked by the same freak in that shitty halloween mask.”

Sounds fun, right? Well, maybe one day I’ll get around to it! But for now, nothing is happening for me except finally delivering this formal conclusion to Trials of Wrath! Thank you all for being apart of this with me and I’m so glad to have hosted for all you amazing people! To any spectators who’re curiously looking at this post.. hello! I hope you have an amazing day! I will be posting an artwork compilation of my own work I did later on! Again, if you have any questions, comments, or want to learn more, don’t hesitate to reach out!

Peace and love! Goodbye Trials of Wrath!

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