#the it lives project

[itlivesproject]

Click and drag or screenshot to see who you end up with this Valentine’s Day 🥰

#it lives within #ILW #it lives anthology #playchoices #it lives #valentine's day #it lives in the woods #it lives beneath #ilitw #ilb #the it lives project

[boowoomuu]

So... Chapter 16 huh?

#I'm taking my sweet time playing ilw #and yes of course I'm late #I just finished chapter 16 and I'm HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #chapter 16 #ilw #it lives within #the it lives project #noah marshall

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

'First @ itlivesproject and now @ nightboundthesecond project. It's a dream come true. Thank you very much. Currently I'm more interested in the fanmade sequels than PBs original and current content.'

@itlivesproject @nightboundthesecond

POSTS/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT MOD'S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

#nightboundthesecond #the it lives project #nightbound #it lives in the woods #it lives beneath #choices nightbound #choices it lives #choices fandom #choices #playchoices #choices stories you play #confessions #mod kamie

[gaylmet4ever]

DEAD. ALIVE.

ilitw!mc (Devon) & ilb!mc (Harper)

Summary: After being freed from their confinements and the Power is purified. Devon and Harper have a chat.

Note: this is not beta read. Also a very spur of the moment thing. It's not an mcxmc fic, just two very sad and very traumatized people finding solace in each other.

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Devon exhales slowly, watches how his breath turns smoky and focuses on how he can feel it against his cheek. The damp wood of the cabin makes his sneakers soggy and he wiggles his toes. There's still a thrum of power under his skin, steady and buzzing. His hearing exceeds what a normal person should have but it's better than before, everything isn't so loud anymore. He tosses the baseball into the air.

"This doesn't really feel real, does it?" He says out loud to Harper, who's beside him.

Harper's curly hair is tied back, fingers drumming against her thigh. Her gaze is fixed beyond the forest line and Devon wonders if she keeps moving, and humming; touching and just breathing to remind herself that she's actually present and not non-corporeal.

Stuck in a prison. Out in the open. Dead. Alive. Real. Impostor.

Maybe he's just projecting.

She huffs, "tell me about it. But hey, we got away looking as hot as ever."

Devon grins, his tongue traces the edge of his teeth feeling the outline of them, "you know what they say, black don't crack."

He presses his fingers into the ridges of the baseball.

"...you went to see your parents?" She asks him, glancing his way. Brown eyes turning silvery-blue. That's funny, he thinks– Rowan, Harper and he have brown eyes….that now permanently (in the case of Rowan) or periodically look blueish.

"Yeah," he did, he told them the whole story too. When the Power was cleansed the whole town was witness and, four years became easy enough to explain. "How's your brother with all of this?"

"Exhausted. I don't blame him. He's been so strong for so long. And he's going to college now," and then in a whirlwind of fury, "fucking hell Dev, I'm so tired, aren't you? How the hell are we supposed to go back to normal after this?"

Devon doesn't know.

He swallows thickly, thinking back to the time when he was eighteen and how he wanted to end his misery so badly and how similar it feels now. And it's frustrating how it shouldn't be like this, they've been blessed with life again and for what?

He sees Harper rub at her wrists, where he knows there are scars. Her own pain. It's weird how he could always hear her when he was a ghost. How they could always sense each other. It still feels like they can.

Dead. Alive. Real. Imposter.

They've gravitated towards each other somehow and their knees knock together every now and then. He waits for her to move first, knowing that she isn't as quick to engage in physical contact like him.

And she does, reach for him. Arms wrapping around his. Head resting on his shoulder. He sighs, resting his cheek against the top of her head.

He feels her presence in the back of his mind, it's easier to find now that his conscience isn't as muddy, quicker to navigate.

I don't want to be alone again.

I know.

It was so fucking scary being trapped.

I know.

How did you handle being a ghost?

I don't know. It's okay.

He doesn't know if it's going to be okay. But Devon likes to have a positive outlook on life, even if it's not his own. Especially if it's not his own. He believes that maybe a happy life, a fulfilled life isn't in the cards for him. It's okay.

Real. Imposter.

Harper looks at him, and it's just them. Brown eyes. Nubian nose. Curly hair. He thinks that even if they should kiss, it would be just to fill the void of emptiness and loneliness in them. Peace and understanding. It's not like they have anyone waiting for them at home. People move on.

They do. It's good. They understand each other. It's okay.

"Do you think she's going to be okay?" Harper asks when she hears laughter echo from the cabin, Rowan laughing at a joke Abel cracked that definitely didn't deserve such roaring applause.

"She's got people with her."

"And we don't."

"Maybe."

Stuck in a prison. Out in the open. My body. Or not. Imposter. Dead. Real. Alive. Stuck in a prison. Out in the open.

They don't speak.

It's dark. There's an angry rustle of trees but they don't flinch. They can't flinch, you don't survive if you do.

Harper gasps, blood drips down her hands, black goo mixing with the scarlett.

The baseball drops from his hands, falling right through his palms.

Stuck in a prison. Out in the open. Dead. Alive. Real. Imposter. Dead. Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Alive.

Help me help me help me help me helpmehelpmehelpme

His eyes flash green and the world quietens.

Oh Devon…

.

.

.

.

Are you scared?

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@itlivesproject I have no idea what ending you have in store for us. But such was a random idea in my head.

#the it lives project #it lives within #it lives anthology #it lives beneath #it lives in the woods

[panstarry]

heads up: this games charity bundle was finally approved on itch.io! it opens this friday, april 12th, and will run for a week. all proceeds will go to the Palestinian Children's Relief Fund.

you can check out the bundle on itch.io and follow @vgforpalestine on twitter for more updates!

#free palestine #itch.io #charity bundle #video games for palestine #palestinian relief bundle #pan talks #just got the email that the project is finally live after a couple tehcnical hiccups and itchio road bumps here and there #they said we could share so i figured i'd post abt it here on tumblr since it appears that they're not on here o7 please boost! #i have a zine in this one but please be sure to check out all of the work

[thatsleepymermaid]

I haven't heard people talking about this much, but I feel like it's important for people to know. Especially since SB 63 essentially bans bail funds by not allowing organizations, charities, individuals, or groups to bail out more than three people per year and requiring them to register as bonding agencies.

This is a direct response to all the protests happening here in Atlanta. So far, spreading the word can help as well as donating to The Atlanta Solidarity Fund .

In the meantime, here's some phone numbers of politicians you can go bug.

Randy Robertson (Guy who's sponsoring the bill): [phone]

Brian Kemp (Governor of Georgia): [phone]

#atlanta #stop cop city #politics #project 2025 #cop city #prison abolition #Georgia #Brian Kemp #Randy Robertson #activism #intersectional activism #black lives matter #SB 63 #weelaunee forest

[originalartblog]

A quick-ish 3D render inspired by Dazai's bolo tie because I don't use my skills for fun enough ✨

#''quick-ish'' because i had to figure out how to render gems and that was a whole thing #also this renderer hates metals. that gold looks too muddy but oh well :/ #i also went a little crazy with the post-effects forgive me #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd dazai #bsd dazai osamu #nawy's 3d #<- you all forgot i had this tag because i never use it and never finished the project it was created for #i live in shame

[nonas-third-tantrum]

modern au where nona makes a powerpoint hoping to convince camilla to let her get a dog

#camilla comes home one day and nona and pyrrha are sitting patiently in the darkened living room with this projected on the tv #she checks out halfway through and lets pal take over to sit through the rest of it (it’s 37 slides) #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #tlt #this came to me in a vision

[flamingpudding]

Glitterbombs for rogues

A/N: I got sick over the holidays. So I did not do any of the writing I originally wanted to do. So instead of that Christmas Story you get this Mark Rober inspired little tidbit.

Tim had a new favorite Engineer Youtube. The boy was a bit younger than him but a genius Engineer judging by the hand full of videos Tim had marathoned through. According to the listed self-introduction part of the video, Danny was currently an engineering student in Gotham with the goal to work one day for NASA. (Tim held out some hopes that he maybe could snag the kid for WE if possible. He had already sent out an internship offer after the third video he had watched)

Either way, Danny had potential and ideas that borderlined on mad science. But made his videos of his little projects even more entertaining and interesting to watch. Tim's favorite so far was Danny's explanation on how he reconstructed his toaster so that it would launch itself into space after the third his roommate burned toast with it. He did buy his roommate a new toaster at the end of the video though.

Still Tim liked this guy and his videos. So with anticipation he clicked on one of the newer videos. The title having caught his attention: 'Why Glitter'.

Instead of the usual introduction bit with little highlights of Danny's previous project the video started out with a big fat warning in red letter to not attempt to replicate anything in the video. That had Tim very curious already, but then a little video clip following that had Tim spitting out the coffee he was just sipping from.

Thankfully he missed spitting on his phone, still he jumped out of his cozy bed where he had been watching YouTube on his phone and hurried over to his laptop. The video, meanwhile, was continuing playing. He could hear the usual music from the introduction part as well as Danny's voice explaining his reasosn -which were valid, Tim had to agree with some of them- once that part was done.

By now he had fired up his laptop and was researching. The video in the background was explaining how Danny had build his Glitterbombs similar to the once another youtuber had but slightly modified them since he was not going to use fart-spray. Tim eyes widened as he found the first correlating news articles, wondering how they hadn't seen them sooner, but a glance at the date revealed that they were only posted a couple of hours ago.

Danny in the video was no explaining about his fist chooses victim and Tim dived onto his bed from his desk to get his phone back in his hands. Wide eyed, he watched as Danny obviously with a GoPro strapped to his head, crawled through what looked like an air vent. Once he reached an opening he looked through the slits into what appeared to be Riddlers hide out. Danny took the Camara of his head so that he could grin into it making the sign for silence as he barely contained his own chuckles. The other then waited for a moment, the camera work now getting wonky and the video even glitching out but a second later Danny was back in focuse before pointing down and then directing the Camara to his view. There in Riddlers hideout now sat Danny's self engineered glitterbomb.

"No he didn't..." Tim muttered as the video cut to a different scene. Danny was now walking through the sewers, humming cheerfully while explaining why he chose who he choose.

Another cut and... Tim spluttered. How the hell did Danny manage to just walk into Arkam?! So he hadn't seen wrong at the beginning of the video.

Growing paller with every cut on how Danny delivered his self-engineered Glitter bombs, Tim started to fear for his new favorite youtubers safety. Thankfully he had already done his work on Danny's person when he sent the internship offer. Now he just needed to get Danny to freaking safty.

He dragged himself to his laptop still in disbelieve as various clips of the rogues getting glitterbombed from the bombs perspective started playing. And yep, he definitely didn't see wrong now in the beginning. The Joker was one of Danny's chooses victums. Aside from the fact that he was so going to download and save that video for eternity as well as share it with his brothers and friends, (because as funny as it was that most of them were Gotham rogues, Luther and another millionaire by the name of Masters had also been made victims.), he still had to figure out how to ensure this definitely insane youtubers safer from the warmth of 90% of their rogues now.

Great newly discovered favorite youtuber has just painted a big fat red target on himself.

Tim was just about to call everyone in when a bonus at the end of Danny's video started to play.

He recognized that safe house.

He recognizes the weapons displayed on the walls also.

Oh... that's...

Still laughing Tim still sent out a message to everyone. When asked why all he did was sent them the link to the video with to timestamps.

The first one of the Joker getting glitterbombed

The second one being Red Hood getting glitterbombed.

#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #dpxdc #crossover #dcxdp #tim drake #youtuber Danny #mark rober inspired #Danny is making videos on his engineering projects #which includs sending his toaster to space #bulletproofing his fridge against hotdog revolution #homing forks #spring board closets #and any other crazy thing he could come upf with #Tim liked his videos #but his latest made him worry for the youbers live #Danny decided to Glitterbomb some rogues as well as Luthor and Vlad #probably crackish #feel free to go crazy with this #i am sick and rewatched Mark Rober on YT #blame that for this idea if you will XD

[tamelee]

Happy 3/7day 🥰~! 'One day we'll look back on all these memories and smile about it'

Process + detail:

#my art #sasunaru #sns #sasuke x naruto #sasunaru day #sasunaru fanart #I'll post this for now since it's a special day~ #but I'm seriously going to think about this whole art posting... #regarding ai and all #I mentioned it briefly before #but ai literally ruined the 2 biggest projects I was asked to work on #and another that I was going to work on #I had another opportunity here where I was going to get paid #for drawings somewhat regularly #but instead the offer changed to paying for my art #only to be trained for ai #so that didn't happen either #I shall not complain too much #I'm just amazed at the careless way some talk about it #because IT IS ruining lives and careers #ai IS already very advanced #:((

[itlivesproject]

It’s about time to do some witch-ful thinking in It Lives Within chapter 4 🧙‍♀️🌙 💜 Coming this Saturday, May 7, at 12 PM EST!

#ilw #it lives within #the it lives project #it lives #it lives anthology #ilitw #playchoices #ilb #it lives in the woods #it lives beneath #abel flint

[boowoomuu]

Abel and Jocelyn are best friends and I'm right

#abel flint #jocelyn wu #connor green #it lives within #ilw #the it lives project #it lives #ila #it lives anthology

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

'It Lives Within>>>>Current PB release books. Change my mind.'

@itlivesproject

POSTS/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT MOD'S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

#it lives within #ilw #the it lives project #choices fandom #choices #playchoices #choices stories you play #confessions #mod kamie

[gaylmet4ever]

Cheers.

Rowan & Devon

*****

Rowan finds Devon outside, sitting on the stairs to the porch of the cabin. There's a couple of books opened in front of him and he's playing the guitar in his hands while reciting the name of a disease and its causes and treatments. Or at least thats what she thinks it is.

She clears her throat in an attempt to catch his attention.

"Hey Devon, you asked for me?"

"Yeah, yeah, I did. Come sit," he says, when he turns to face her, a welcoming smile on his face.

There's something about Devon that Rowan can't really place. But it makes him different, from any person she's met.

He's battle-worn and weary, more than any 22 year old should be; the vulnerable pieces of himself are carefully hidden away, none visible out in the open. There's a sharpness to his gaze, intelligent eyes and a very confident way of speaking, like everything he says and does comes after a lot of deliberation. And yet, there's also a warm aura and ease encompassing him.

She's slightly jealous, and if nothing else, desperately– to be, or rather, to seem so at peace.

"You okay?" he asks, as she sits down, fiddling with her ring.

"Yeah. What did you need?"

"Just wanted to talk. Ask how you're doing. I realise I haven't exactly been the best host."

Rowan blinks, looking at Devon who looks slightly sheepish.

"Oh that's no problem, we all got a lot going on. College?" she asks, gesturing towards the books in fromt of them.

"Yeah. Physiotherapy."

"Physiotherapy, huh. What made you choose that?"

He shrugs, "it's nice helping people get back to their one hundred percent."

He doesn't ask about her own college plans. It's like he understands her hesitance, but doesn't really want to be another person to add their input of following her heart. She's grateful for that.

"I don't know, what exactly got you knee-deep in this Power business– but I just want you to know that you'll find your balance and your calling sooner or later."

He's closing his books, and returning his hand to his guitar, playing a soft melody. It goes well– with the relative silence, only accompanied by the sound of crickets, the rustle of leaves and the whoosh of the late night breeze.

Rowan sighs, covering her face with her hands, "How do you do this? Be so at peace, so normal."

She removes her hands and looks at him. She wants a solution; some sanity amongst all the insanity and right now, he seems to be the only one to have a similar life experience like her.

"I wasn't always. In fact, I still aren't most days. But... it's easier now."

Devon keeps playing his guitar, as if the universe will reveal its secrets in the notes of the song.

"When we were eight, my best friend was murdered by the Power in front of our eyes," he finally says, a faraway look in his gaze, "the Power haunted me for almost my entire life."

Eight?

Wow. That's a very long time.

Rowan sharply inhales, her eyes widening, "seriously?"

Devon smiles, "to be fair, i didn't remember much of the Power until quite later- all I knew was she was dead," his music does a diminuendo, "My friend, Dan, says that sometimes the mind does that–hides stuff away. Stuff that hurts."

"That's still horrible."

"It is. And I do get nightmares– as I'm sure you do too, and for so very long I didn't think I could move on– I didn't want to move on. But now, after we finish this spell... whether it works or not, I'm going to move on. I'm ready."

He reaches out and pats the back of her hand, "so, what I'm saying is that– it's okay. No matter what you do, or how long you take to climb this mountain, whatever is meant to happen will happen. Que será, será."

Rowan reaches out and hugs him, god knows they both need it. And huh, he's a really good hugger.

She laughs bitterly, "why is it that innocent kids are always subjected to the worst of the world?"

Devon sighs, "I wish I knew."

"I think...I wanna tell you about my family... but maybe not so soon."

He nodded, "whenever you want to, I'll listen."

"Gimme moment?," Rowan asks suddenly, a thought popping into her head, and she let's go of him, quickly scrambles up and rushes inside before hurriedly returning with a plate of mac n cheese.

Devon shoots her a questioning glance.

"We both have bad eating habits, so I figured, if neither of us really feels like eating– at least we'll do it for each other's health."

He hesitates, and Rowan knows that he's been surviving on energy bar breakfasts and salad dinners– she's been doing that too; but he nods, and picks up a fork that she offers to him.

"Cheers."

Maybe this was a start to a great friendship.

******

@itlivesproject here's a little gift from me for the lovely creation of ilw

#the it lives project #it lives 3 #it lives anthology #it lives in the woods #fic

[leafsfromthevine]

y'all better be so fuckin fr with me rn

#bro they KNOWWWWWW zukka will hook us they know #i appreciate their bromance and find great humor in this bit #so the tone of my post is mostly /pos with a hint of please let us live #dallas and ian y'all do NOT play with MY zukka #y'all better do my boys right #that's MY queer projected relationship #dallas liu #ian ousley #atla live action #zukka #leaf op

[aqours]

if you've ever felt like you've fucked up really badly never forget: you've never fucked up so horribly awful on a gacha game that it announced both it's global version's opening and closing in literally the same tweet

#TRULY the rhythm game of all time #love live #love live! #school idol project #school idol festival #love live! school idol festival #sif #µ's #aqours #nijigasaki high school idol club #liella #sif2 #sunrise