Doktor Habit

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flynn

fades in and out of existing on this site
been on since 2017

i can and WILL speak my mind on things but i tend to lack restraint so let me know if i go too far

mostly moved to the prose under the same username

Message from Writer

"i believe in a universe that doesn't care and people who do." - angus, nitw

“if ever there is tomorrow when we're not together… there is something you must always remember. you are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. but the most important thing is, even if we're apart… i'll always be with you." - winnie the pooh

Published Work

i'm never active here, let's do a q&a

    
i'll answer anything y'all comment, like you can just scream at me and call me an asshole and i'd totally answer it

i am still here

    
at the end of all time
at the end of the waltz
the gods come together
and correct our faults
at the start of the new
at the dawn of the days
the stars come together
and set skies ablaze
at the bookmark of time
at a checkpoint of tomes
we’ll all come together
and make this our home
at the corner of madness
at the edge of all fear
you won’t have to worry
for i am still here

still

    
the world a twisting blur ’round me as i speed through surroundings unknown to me
i clutch you in my arms and act as a living shield to the cursed air
feet ne’er touching the ground as i hurtle towards beckoning greenery
i hiss and hold you closer and throw myself through the branches and leaves
thorns slice into my body and i act as a barrier the best i can for you
whether this blood on my hand is yours or my own anymore i cannot tell
i look to you and it’s that smile, that same damn smile you always give me
a thorned blade gashes into my face and sends blood cascading down my face
stumbling out from the branches i see what i can pray is safety
my chest is exploding with pain and i gasp for air and collapse
and i never let go, not even once, i press my hand to your chest...

parlor

    
‘step into my parlor’ hissed the spider to the fly
‘no thank you ma’am,’ the fly replied, ‘i’d rather fucking die,’
‘than join your web of spools and threads and strings of petty lies’
‘i know that you’re a liar, you can’t look me in the eyes’
a cult built over vile deceit and shunning out the sun
the poison flushes out your mind and keeps you once it’s done
the perfect villains are the ones who meant well from the start
and a spider’s not a spider ’till you stop its beating heart

i'm changin usernames again babyeee

    
Your Local Flynn > Old Sport > Doktor Habit

Thalassophobia

    
Less than 5% of the ocean has been explored.
You pass through the rift of the sunlight zone, and find yourself alone. You look around, and the sun caresses you, and fish swim past and greet you, and you’re at peace. You sink deeper.
You find yourself at twilight. The water becomes cold, yet beckoning. The pull of the water attempts to drag you down further. Eels, like slimy, slithering fingers, jet past you and through you. You sink.
You find yourself at midnight. You draw a breath. Cold water fills your every crevice. The sun can’t help you now. There is no God, here ‘neath the waves, here ‘neath the water. You cry out for help, and the tide wrings your neck. Your only light is that of the beasts circling you, eyes like lanterns, teeth like needles. You sink.
You find yourself at the abyss. The cold is killing you. The darkness is killing you. The emptiness...

Little Warrior | Chapt. 2

    
more self indulgent hollow knight shit
tw for sui attempt implied i guess? just a mention though
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The rain in the City of Tears never failed to give Quirrel an odd feeling of loneliness, and it hadn’t failed that night, either. Even sheltered within the storerooms, he felt as if it was pouring over him. He placed his hand against the glass of a window, gazing over the empty streets and cities, and allowed his mind to wander.
First, it wandered to Ghost--the little wanderer he’d accompanied for so long. Hardly his height, but powerful nonetheless. They’d never spoken a word to Quirrel, but they seemed to value the company anyhow. The fate of Hallownest rested on such a small creature’s shoulders...and somehow, the thought of it felt familiar.
Next, to his past--his shoulders drooped slightly upon the thought of it again. He still remembered little to nothing, but he remembered enough for it to hurt. Monomon--his mentor--here...

Little Warrior | Chapt. 1

    
is it self indulgent hollow knight fic time? i think it's self indulgent hollow knight fic time
god fuckin' bless y'all for putting up with me through my other writing bc now you're gonna have to put up with me through this
spoilers inbound
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In Hallownest, there were the Resting Grounds. In the Resting Grounds, there was the Blue Lake. In the Blue Lake, there was Quirrel.
He stared solemnly into the water, thoughts swimming in his head relentlessly--too loud, he decided, much too loud, and so he’d come here. The peace of the water only helped the smallest amount, for despite the tranquility of the area, this same tranquility didn’t seem to want to fade into his mind the same way. Something felt bitter about the place, now--the lake that poured life into the City of Tears simply felt like something meant to harm him, now. It felt like something only meant to bring back memory after...

Little Fool

    
Oh, Little Fool,
you scowl at me
beneath the shadow of your hood
voice traced
with bitter hatred
and foul words
Thus, I don’t look you in the face
instead turning my attention
to my own reflection
distorted in your shield

Notice, Little Fool,
my weapon in hand
scarred by use
scarred by sword
scarred, like me
sharpened and swayed
And think of this,
when you claim to me
that I’m weak.
I can fight, can’t I?

Listen, Little Fool,
as the water gently waves
slipping against the shore
gleaming brightened blue
a peaceful, inviting hue
and yet at this, you grimace
“This serenity is a bore,”
you mumbled to me
and I found myself
concerned for your being

See, Little Fool,
the gates of the colosseum
towering far above you
your eyes full of stars
finally seeming happy
finally seeming hopeful
That look in your eyes
worried me greatly
not that you’d harm me,
but that you’d get...

blue lake

    
i last saw you
by the lake
staring solemnly
into the waves
warm voice replaced
with sorrow

i sat with you
for a while
and a while
didn’t feel like enough
but i had to go
i left for a time

i turned back
and returned to the lake
only to find
you were gone
without a trace
weapon still in the ground

i simply assumed,
at the time,
you’d gone for a swim
so i took a seat
and waited for you
to surface again

i waited hours there
staring into the water
waiting for movement
silently pleading
fidgeting, praying
and nobody came

how funny fate is
mere hours ago
we first met
in the crossroads
your eyes were bright
with wonder for adventure

in the archive
things changed
when you remembered
who and what you were
you seemed empty,
but i paid no mind

what a fool i was
thinking things were fine
after i watched you ...

stratosphere

    
300 years, and counting.
laying in the same void. staring at the same empty sky.
quietly cursing the god who puppeteered me. i can’t fight back.
you’re so far away now. like a satellite among stars.
my throat’s finally given way after crying out for so long.
i hear you crying. i croak out your name. i receive nothing in response.
you can’t hear me. you can’t hear me. you can’t hear me.
the shadows consume me, and i fall into nothing,
and as i fall, i yearn for your light–for you, the stars,
for your warmth, your touch, your voice, your everything–
and when i hit the ground again, i’m where i’ve always been,
for 300 years, and counting.

bad luck boy

    
is what they like to call him
every day the same
for bad luck boy
no matter how old he grows
every day the same

bad luck boy
earned his name in sixth grade
every day the same
eyes are different colors
tailed by fails and misfortune
every day the same

bad luck boy
treated as a freak
every day the same
he never really cared
about their petty glares
every day the same

bad luck boy
safe there with the waves
every day the same
sun flecking across the sand
and onto his skin
every day the same

bad luck boy
lost an arm that day
every day the same
“only himself to blame,”
as he always claims
every day the same

bad luck boy
feels sick at sight of waves
every day the same
prosthetic phantom pain
retreating into shame
every day the same

bad luck boy
a name he still retains
every day the same
still...

Horoscope

    
Where there is no light,
there are the stars
flickering up in the heavens
lovingly lighting the land
giving us generous light
although we’ve nothing to return
they happily provide.
I honor them as I can,
charting their presence,
charting the constellations,
charting the planets,
charting the divine
and charting their words.
Careful of your actions,
for I have connections
to the stars and their control
of fortune and luck
the cards do tell,
reading off tarot and merit,
and praying good fortune
to those who deserve it,
and laying curse upon
those who waste our time.
Andromeda, have mercy, now,
look what I’ve done,
look upon its broken form
as we stand on this stone bridge,
hear it wailing for mercy
as it knows he’ll go missing
last seen by the divine and I,
location known by us alone,
where his body lay cold on the stone.
I turn my head to the sky,
smiling softly,
my only...

Dreams

follow me on the prose at Old_Sport and you might see some of my writing that i don't post here ;)
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I had a dream the other night.
My surroundings were clear to look at. It was a bedroom--my bedroom, I suppose--that was neatly organized and decorated, save for the occasional hidden alcohol bottle under the bed or in the closet, or wherever they could be hidden. The room was dark, as the lights were off, and the sun wasn’t shining through the blinds. I was laying in bed, and I felt the warmth of another being next to me and in my arms. The gentle rise and fall of their chest tells me they’re asleep. But as I stare at them, trying to figure out who they are, I begin to notice something unusual--although they were human, and had a face and hair and clothing, they were utterly unrecognizable to me. Every second I spent trying to...

hmmmmmm

    
probably finna start migrating to the prose once i get home
not like COMPLETELY leave wtw, i'll still be here, y'all can't get rid of me that easily, just gonna be posting on there a lil more often
ok that's all, bye

The Mumbles of a Mindful Masquerading Madman

    
Although I've tried to open my eyes to look upon light
I find myself unable, and I find myself blind
And I find myself doubtful and find myself scared
And I find myself ambling and gambling for time

And though I've held close the "love of my life"
I find myself thinking that he isn't mine
And find myself blinking away pointless tears
And find myself drinking more bottles tonight

And though I've tried to still all the shakes
Of my hands made bleeding by bones that they break
I find myself staring, despairing in awe
As I'm paring raw flesh off of muscle

And though I've tried to silence the sobs
The unpleasant wailing that tears from my throat
I find myself shrieking like a wounded animal
Tears leaking and seeking a shoulder to land on

And though I've tried to stable my mind
To silence the torrents tearing from inside
I find myself falling and brawling with...

Reading People

    
    Reading people
            can be like reading a book
                    if you know what you're doing.

    Reading people
       can
                                                be
    hard
                at
    times.


    Reading people
            has patterns to it.
    And sometimes
        said
            patterns
        change
    but
          you
    must
           adapt
    or
           you'll
    fall.

    Reading people
        is like a match in...

Another Phone Files Excerpt

    
Abel stepped through the halls of the factory, humming an old waltz tune to himself. He kept track of the sights around him, noting anything worth noting, blocking out most sound as to keep his focus--blocking out machinery, blocking out employees talking, blocking out footsteps until an arm was thrown around his throat. He opened his mouth to scream, but found a hand was clamped over it. 

Alive // Survive

    
fandom content: danganronpa 
spoilers?: nah, oc stuff 
tw: swearing, death implied, gun
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    I saw him again tonight, playing songs on the boardwalk for people walking by, guitar case open for those who were generous. He was more unkempt than when I last saw him--dirt on worn clothing, messy hair, and yet he looked as content as ever with how things were, grinning as songs flowed from his throat. He spoke differently, as well, slurring slightly on his words, but appearing to have more energy than ever. My mask hid my bewildered expression well, save for my jaw being somewhat agape. He must've spotted me as well, because although he didn't stop playing, his grin faltered slightly in confusion. It must be the mask. That was a typical reaction to it. I began walking over-- I wanted to speak, but my brain drew stitches over my mouth.
     What are you doing here?
    I...

a psa and a tiny message

    
heyy!! just to let y'all know, 'flynn rewrites' may be sorta dead for a while. of COURSE i'm gonna finish it, it's a series i love to death to write, but i wanna work on smth else for a bit! maybe it'll ease the burnout to stop working on just one thing at once :0! i already have a couple things in mind to do so stay tuned ;)
in other news, PSA time: LESLIE WITHERS DESERVES BETTER THAN WHAT HE GETS IN THE EVIL WITHIN AND THAT IS A  F A C T

shameless and important advertisement

    
Dear Wtw by Kahasai.
i'll work on what i need to work on (the phone files, frwads) soon. this is more important right now.

The Phone Files (1/3) [EXCERPT]


        [READ MESSAGE TO READERS]
    Everett raised an eyebrow in surprise. He glanced up to the floor numbers, rising quickly as the elevator ascended. A lump in his throat formed when he remembered they were going to the top floor, and Terrence was still on top of the elevator. 

Flynn Rewrites A DSAF 3 Scene Because He Needs To Practice Scene Writing (4/?)

fandom content: dayshift at freddy's (3, specifically)
spoilers?: damn there sure are
tw: swearing, death mentioned/implied, car crash mentioned, CIRCUS TIME, flynn stuffs all of dave's backstory into one piece, man oh man do i hate henry
there's a bit of part 3 here too, but it's for recap, so we're not just diving in headfirst
p1 - p2 - p3
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    "I..I was neva okay with what Henry did, I swear!" Dave's voice was at almost a squeak now, eyes darting about the room frantically. "I--I tried to talk 'em out of it..!!" 
    "I'm no different than any of the other children that you murdered of your own volition, William," Dee growled. "You're evil, no two ways about it. And now, you've corrupted my own flesh and blood!"
    Dave's expression turned from terrified to baffled.
    "W..what? H..how d'ya.." Dave looked to Jack, fear starting to return to his face. "J-Jack..? How did ya know...

#Q&Ace

    
1. How would you describe yourself physically? Height, weight, features (such as dimples or beauty marks), colors? 
fugly

2. Who are your top three biggest WtW inspirations? 
god that's hard uhh
person who made this q&a ;)
paperbird

izzi fynnheart

3. What's something you've been dying for people to know about you? Maybe something that everyone thinks about you that isn't true in the slightest? 
idk what to put here. i liked the lego movie 2??

4. How many languages do you speak? Which ones? 
english and i know a bit of greek bc of duolingo

5. What are your aesthetics? Sunsets, flowers, pastels, lights? 
neon signs, grays and purples

6. Is there anything you'd like to know about me? 
how do you write poetry

7. What is the full acronym to you? LGBT? LGBTQIA? LGBTQ+? What's your sexuality? (Feel free not to answer this if you're uncomfortable) 
lgbtqa+
[slams fists on table]  I AM INCREDIBLY HOMOSEXUAL


8. Free...

FRWAD3S Part 4 Sneak Peek

    
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He saw it all again--the great lights and the colors before him, the tent reaching up and scraping along the clouds, the spotlights grazing against the night--it was beautiful, just as beautiful as when he'd first seen it. He was there again; his rags called clothing barely shielding against the wind's chill, his breath showing in small clouds in front of him. The rest of his past was a blur; his memories of the circus were unforgettable. 

username change uwu

    
Your Local Flynn ---> Old Sport
sorry for any confusion this may cause!

#N.Dialogue | Mirror Talk

        
    "Alright. Okay. Date soon. You can do this."
    Jay was standing in front of a mirror, staring with intent eyes, speaking to himself.
    "The person you scored is a great guy. You're gonna be fine."
    "...Great guy?" Thus began him arguing with his own reflection. "You hardly know him. You got a date with him on accident."
    "I guess."
    "You don't even look like you're dressed up for a date. You look too..casual."
    
"I look casual because this is a casual  date."
    "Sure, fine, whatever. But this outfit really brings out your chest, doesn't it?"
    "Nobody's totally flat. You and I both know that."
    "Ah, right, right. Do you even know who this guy is?"
    "Yeah! His name's Cinnamon Sugar."
    "..Really?"
    
"Really."
    "You don't know if he's even worth your time."
     "Y-yeah, well...From what I saw...

Flynn Rewrites A DSAF 3 Scene Because He Needs To Practice Scene Writing (3/?)

     
fandom content: dayshift at freddy's (3, specifically)
spoilers?: yup
tw: swearing, death mentioned/implied, His name gets said for the first time
take a shot every time dave says old sport or some variation of it
tiny note in the message to readers for y'all B)
ALSO PLEASE LEAVE FEEDBACK MY CROPS ARE DYING

p1  -  p2
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    Jack unlocked his house's door, the quiet 'click' of the key being drowned out by the skies pouring out its guts. It felt like it'd been raining for days, now. He stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and sat down against the wall. He patted his pockets--out of cigarettes, he thought bitterly. Once again, the feeling of not being welcome in the house filled Jack with a sense of foreboding. He tried to swallow down those thoughts--he had work to do. Standing up to his full height, he began to head upstairs, not hesitating to look out the...

#capitallettersq&a to keep my sanity on empty notifications

    
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE?   
this ain't it, chief. maybe it's a nihilistic kick talkin', but there's not really a "meaning" at all.

WHAT’S YOUR GUILTY PLEASURE? 
undertale.

DESCRIBE YOURSELF PHYSICALLY. (POSITIVITY AND HONESTY IS KEY)  (courtesy of she’s-got-a-story) 
ehhh alright fine
i'm a bit pale since i never really go outside. i got a pixie cut recently, so that's pretty cool. i have pretty bad dark circles and my eyes 're like this weird greenish gray thing? i always wear this one specific blue jacket with a collar that keeps my neck warm and a gay pride pin on the right and i never wear shorts. according to my friends i always look exhausted


SHOULD PINEAPPLE BE ON PIZZA? (courtesy of moi and every q&a i’ve ever done) 
do i look like a barbarian to you? no.

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF SOUL MATES? (courtesy of lasl) 
love is pointless in the long run basically...

what empty notifications feel like (to me)

    
OH BOI! NOBODY CARES ABOUT ANYTHING I CREATE
 

Flynn Rewrites A DSAF 3 Scene Because He Needs To Practice Scene Writing (2/?)

fandom content: dayshift at freddy's (3, specifically)
spoilers?: correct
tw: swearing, davetrap making everyone involved uncomfortable
remember that time way back when where i said i'd stop drowning y'all in my interests one day? i lied. local flynn takes way too long on part two of a series that probably isn't even worth reading
~~~~~~~~
 
    It was as if time itself had frozen. Jack stared directly at the..the thing behind him, towering over him like a looming terror ready to take him at any time. To only make matters worse, he knew the monster being this way was his fault, and he knew who it was before it became what it was then. Dave. Or, some form of him, at least. Certainly, not the same one he met in the Flipside just a month ago, but that was a story too long to explain at the time. He was snapped out of his sudden trance by the creature--Davetrap's--voice. It sounded...

Flynn Rewrites A DSAF 3 Scene Because He Needs To Practice Scene Writing (1/?)

    
fandom content: dayshift at freddy's (3, specifically)
spoilers?: yeah
tw: N/A i don't think?
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    Creaaaaaakk.
    
An ear-splitting noise croaked from the door's hinges as Jack pushed it open. Some of the rust from the knob stained his skin, but he didn't mind it. Stepping into the old building, he was met with a very familiar sight--the last Fazbender's location which he'd worked at before he moved in with his brother. He broke into a brief coughing fit--the restaurant had been abandoned for years, and it had built up its dust and rot. As he shut the door behind him, the rain outside became muffled, and the temperature of the area he was in crashed onto him like a wave. He shuddered against the cold, muttering to himself. Adjusting his tie, he stepped further into the building and began to wander. He had told 14_01 he was going to try and salvage an old animatronic, but he...

Glass Brother

    
    
knok
knok
knok
Knocking at the glass again,
Knocking at the door again,
Knocking to come in again,
But we never let him in,
we never have and never will

Knok
Knok
Knok
Frail little thing,
beyond the glass,
beyond the glass,
unwanted and cast aside,
Mocked and locked and blocked

Knok
Knok
Knok

Weeping, whining, wailing
A pathetic display,
a pathetic display,
keeping you behind the glass
keeping you where you belong

KNOK
KNOK
KNOK

Lock every door and window
Press your hands back through the mirror
Mirror, mirror, hold him back
My glass brother, keep him there
Alone where he belongs, where he belongs

Knok
Knok
Knok

Scratching at the glass again
Scratching at the door again
Begging to come home again
We've never let him in
We never have and never will

late as fuck #twistq&a

    
flynn used [STALL AGGRESSIVELY BECAUSE HE'S PROCRASTINATING]
i wanna see what y'all think!! :0

1. What Hogwarts house do you think I am?  
2. What is your mental image of me? How do you think I look IRL?  
3. What's my aesthetic?  
4. What trope do I remind you of? Look up some tropes if you don't get this one or don't know any.  
5. What do you think my zodiac sign is?   
6. What's your favorite piece of mine?  
7. What do you like most about my writing?  
8. What fictional character do I remind you of?  
9. What song do I remind you of/resembles my personality?  
10. What meme am I?  
11. What book/movie do I remind you of?  
12. You know the rhyme about what girls are made of? What am I made of?  
13. What fandom am I probably in?  

the girl who cried wolf (vent poetry)

    
tw: swearing
~~~~~


whining, your whining
it's hurting my ears
complaining, complaining
it's grinding my gears

you scream and you cry
always throwing a fit
you're such a sore loser
i'm sick of your shit

stop talking, stop talking
pouring your guts right out
i asked you to shut up
but you sob and shout

"i've had such a bad day!"
i know, yes, we know.
there's a place for your venting
that's where you're s'posed to go.

"if you won't let people talk,
why talk at all?"
god, i can't wait for the day
you fucking fall.

you sing tearful lamentations
you sing about me
you don't say a name,
but it's clear as can see

you guilt trip and puppeteer
i've seen it all before
i'm sick of your drama,
manipulative wh-re.

i know two things for sure, though,
i don't know what to do--
and the knife in my back,
it reminds me of you.

insert clever title for second person piece

    
fandom content: dayshift at freddy's
spoilers?: yes and no?? it's based on lore but it's not exactly what happened
tw: debut of motherfucker, sociopathic-ish stuff, [noises of angry writer]
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Your name is not important.
You ran a circus, once—it was quite successful, for what it was. Your goal had always been to “make the impossible possible,” and you’re damn well sure you’d succeeded. Cannons were shooting on instinct, trapeze artists levitating from bar to bar—this circus was your world, and you held it in the palm of your hand. However, you’d admit—you were careless. People noticed the disappearances and traced them back to your prized location. Of course, you were able to plant false evidence against the lion tamer. It wasn’t that hard at all. These days, though, your “Fantastical Circus” had been buried deep into your brain—it no longer mattered to you anymore, which would explain the blurry vagueness of memory whenever you tried to recall more about...

Ask the Tired Writer!

    
please god help me i'm bandwagoning in desperation for notifications
anyways ask away!

Tiny Love Story

"I Love You"

    
    Step. Step. Step.
    I grow closer. You step back further and further, the more I advance towards you.
    A soft clank.
    The sound of your back hitting the wall behind you, followed by a soft, shaky gasp. You know you're cornered.
    "####, please...Don't hurt me."
    The sound of your pleading voice. I pay it no mind. The name you say is not mine, so I block it out.
    Step. Step. Step.
    I grow closer. Your breath hitches. 
    "Please, don't do this! I..."
    "..Love you..."
    Those were your last words.
    I tear you apart.
    My vessel loved you. I do not.

Light in an Empty World (READ MESSAGE TO READERS)

     
fandom content: dayshift at freddy's
spoilers?: noncanon, oc
tw: Big Violence, knives(tm), nihilism, swearing, i'm like 95% sure bates is a sadist
[READ MESSAGE TO READERS]
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    Prosper remembers the first time he ever spoke to Edmund. It was raining outside of Fazbender’s, and he was dissociating in the dining area. Yeah, he was supposed to be watching people to make sure things were going okay, but fuck that. Too much on the mind. He was staring down towards the floor, voices blocked out, when...
“..xcuse me, sir..”
Was that towards him?
“..sir...Sir?”
That couldn’t be towards him.
“Sir!”
Oh god, is it actually—
Suddenly, someone snapped their fingers in front of his face. He looked up to see an unfamiliar figure. A man with a red 6-sided die for a head in a suit, hands now clasped behind his back. Prosper tilted his head a little. That’s definitely not..normal..? The stranger began to speak.
“Good evening, sir!...

guess this is goodbye

    
yeah i'm.. never active on here anymore. i know i have shit to finish and expectations, but i think that's sorta what's driving me off. i don't feel motivated to create on here anymore. i'm sorry. i'm sorry that i'm joining the people who are leaving, but i think it's for the best right now. i might come back if motivation comes through. sorry.

PLACES YOU CAN FIND ME:
discord: flynn.jpg#0128
tumblr: flynns-hellhole.tumblr.com
deviantart: peridingdong
reddit: yourlocalflynn
twitch: yalocalflynn
steam: I ALWAYS COME BACK.

bye again. was nice being here. won't be deleting my old works.

contest reminder!!

    
deadline is the 28th!!

The "Flynn Needs To Be More Active God Damn It" Contest!!

    
It's exactly what it says on the tin!
Let's get right to the point IG?
No word limits for any of them--it's in the name. It limits what you can do, and I'm not a fan. Most of these are short stories prompts.


PROMPT A: #WrittenInBlood
There's a new dating service that pairs people up with someone based on their search history. It seems to be pretty successful so far, so your main character gives it a try. Your MC is a writer. They get matched up with a serial killer. What happens next?

PROMPT B: #NotProgrammedToFeel
Your main character is a robot! Android? Cyborg?? Whatever, you get the point. They meet a human one day, and start to feel something..odd. Something they weren't built to feel. Something their kind called..'love?' This is cheesy as hell I know but I gotta feed my wholesome shit brain

PROMPT C: #TickTock
"Time of Death: 6:33." Your main character can still feel...

Turned to Stone

Escape

    
fandom content: detroit: become human
spoilers?: noncanon, oc
tw: (human) death, ab*se implied, manipulative motherfucker mal, Violence(tm)

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    To be fair, he tried to kill me first.
    I actually think I have good reason to believe he's always wanted me dead. Which is pretty weird, considering how the prick kept me around anyhow. All I ever wanted to do was help--though, I guess that's just because it was in my programming. I was created for home assistance; cleaning, keeping an eye on things, shit like that. I wound up getting bought by a man named Mal Laurent. He was a charming guy-- the type of person to wear expensive suits on casual morning strolls. Tanned skin, ice blue eyes (though I'm sure now that they were contacts). Tall motherfucker, too; about 6'1"? Black hair, a few inches past shoulder-length. He always had it tied back to where it still hung back but wasn't in...

a tired writer's psa

    
hey ignore me im tired and kinda bitter but.
working really really hard on something like a piece, a drawing, etc. and getting dead silence in response is like a slap to the face. feedback is important. it can be a bit of a motivation killer when you pour your heart into something and you get nothing in return. once again,
feedback
is
important.

e

    
ok google how do i ask for more feedback on my work without sounding like a needy bitch

Ace of Spades | Chapter 5 | As the Seams Come Undone

     
this is meant to be some sort of prologue to deltarune, n it's mostly gonna focus on the card kingdom and their residents and how things became like they are now! 
also the way i write the king of spades is different than he is ingame, whether it be before the events of the game or the prologue.
as expected, some deltarune spoilers below, enjoy the show 
also some kingkaard cause i'm weak 
except not in chapter 4-chapter ? because that's when canon spade starts to leak in a little. he's not as bad as ingame, but he's still a manipulative ab*sive piece of shit so. kingkaard's gon be dropped for the time being. i'm like 90% sure even the knight is in the background saying 'dude what the fuck'
chapter 1 here 
chapter 2 here
chapter 3 here
chapter 4 here
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

    Jevil blinked. It had just occurred to him how strange the situation was. For many...

Bleed

    
fandom-related content: detroit: become human
contains spoilers: YES
tw: (android) death, flynn writes scenes he cries at in story form, "androids can't feel pain" (x) doubt, flynn can't write pain
note - i don't ship conhank!! i see em as like..father n son. that being said please don't drop anything like that here
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    The world was spinning. It took Connor a few moments to reorient himself.
    Pain. Pain was the first thing he felt. Terrible, shooting pain--burning, roaring agony--a horrible sensation that tore him apart from the inside out. He remembered claiming androids couldn't feel pain. He also remembered that was a fucking bold-faced LIE. Reality itself was slowed down. His vision cleared--he saw the deviant, fleeing the room. Another bullet of pain struck him in the head. His wounds were..unfortunate, to say the least. His right hand was impaled by a knife that was stuck into a table as a temporary distraction to hold him...

Replaced

tw: death implied, detroit: become human, flynn is like 500 years late to a fandom again

~~~~~~~~
    
    Destroyed trust and hope ring out in your tone
    An android "abandoned," soon to be on his own
    No longer believing that they gave a damn
    I assure you, these thoughts are errors in your program
    Even now, I feel guilty thinking of that gaze as you died
    Looking me in the eyes, you muttered: "You lied."

Ace of Spades | Chapter 4 | Lesser

        
TW: spade is now a corrupted manipulative pile of shit, ch*ld ab*se in textsplit 3, yeah knight!spade ain't too good a dude, local RK literally too afraid to reenter kingdom territory,  RK's Ye Olde Purposefullye Butcherede Englishe, that's how he talks don't bully me, local flynn writes 2000+ words in one chapter, like who's even gonna read this lol

this is meant to be some sort of prologue to deltarune, n it's mostly gonna focus on the card kingdom and their residents and how things became like they are now! 
also the way i write the king of spades is different than he is ingame, whether it be before the events of the game or the prologue.
as expected, some deltarune spoilers below, enjoy the show 
also some kingkaard cause i'm weak 
except not in chapter 4-chapter ? because that's when canon spade starts to leak in a little. he's not as bad as ingame, but he's still a manipulative...

Ace of Spades | Chapter 3 | Knight in Melting Armor

        
author's note: hello! i got bored as shit and now i started this i guess! 
this is meant to be some sort of prologue to deltarune, n it's mostly gonna focus on the card kingdom and their residents and how things became like they are now! 
also the way i write the king of spades is different than he is ingame, whether it be before the events of the game or the prologue. i don't condone or accept how he acts ingame. 
as expected, some deltarune spoilers below, enjoy the show 
also some kingkaard cause i'm weak 
chapter 1 here 
chapter 2 here

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    "What?"
    Pique turned to the Knight with wide eyes. The night no longer seemed cold to the king--to the Knight, it was never cold at all. The Knight's smile grew. 
    "But, of course--I doubt she truly matters to you anymore. You have found new feelings in the Duke. I'm sure your 11-year-old will be able to acce--"
    
"Of COURSE I still care...

Ace of Spades | Chapter 2 | Helping Hand

    
author's note: hello! i got bored as shit and now i started this i guess!
this is meant to be some sort of prologue to deltarune, n it's mostly gonna focus on the card kingdom and their residents and how things became like they are now!
also the way i write the king of spades is different than he is ingame, whether it be before the events of the game or the prologue. i don't condone or accept how he acts ingame.
as expected, some deltarune spoilers below, enjoy the show
also some kingkaard cause i'm weak
chapter 1 here

~~~~~~~~

    It was as if the longer the Queen of Spades was gone, the longer every minute seemed to crawl by. Pique was losing sleep, and according to Dimon, he was probably losing his MIND. The diamond king was quickly scolded by Passon. Hydra was definitely the least affected by the incident--he never seemed to have cared much about the others. He tended to be distant, and even when he...

Ace of Spades | Chapter 1 | Court Cards

        
author's note: hello! i got bored as shit and now i started this i guess!
this is meant to be some sort of prologue to deltarune, n it's mostly gonna focus on the card kingdom and their residents and how things became like they are now!
also the way i write the king of spades is different than he is ingame, whether it be before the events of the game or the prologue. i don't condone or accept how he acts ingame.
as expected, some deltarune spoilers below, enjoy the show
also some kingkaard cause i'm weak

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    The Dark World is an odd concept for people to grasp. Some say it's part of your imagination. Some claim to have been there themselves. Some say it doesn't even exist. However, I can assure you, dear reader, The Dark World is quite real. There are many different ways to enter it, but I believe I'm in no place to share that...

god help me

    
we're doing a debate thing in my civics class. one of the topics is gay rights
im gonna do something for it and im gonna come out as gay and trans, im probably committing social s//c/de, wish me luck

Court Cards [EXCERPT]

    
    And, for a while, everything was fine. Pique even ended up having a son--he proudly spoke of the prince, claiming he'd be a great king someday. The kingdom was thriving.
    That is, until the Queen disappeared.

Lesser, Better

    
tw; swearing, ch*ld ab*se implied, Ye Olde Butcherede Englishe, local puzzle man is PISSED
sidenote-this started as me brainstorming cool dialogue and became me actually writing this :^
sidenote 2.0- i am SO SORRY about rk's butchered old english that's kinda how he talks ingame :')
[DELTARUNE SPOILERS]
~~~~~~~

    The silence in the basement chambers was, once again, broken by the loud crash of fist against metal bars. Like the many times the prisoner had tried before, the strike barely damaged the bars. King grumbled to himself, taking a seat near the corner of the cell he'd been tossed into. He could hear the rejoicing of both Lightner and Darkner, carried from the throne room to the basement. He even heard his own son somewhere in the crowd. Disgusting. The King of Spades scowled. A low growl rose from the second mouth on his torso. 
    "An absolute disappointment," he hissed to himself. It's sad, really--he had so...

in other news

    
please don't comment on my works asking about a different series. i worked really hard on lesser, better and im  really proud of it, and someone came and commented something like "where's roy g biv?"
please. i dont have the inspiration to work on it right now. please just enjoy what i give you. i'm not obligated to always write a certain thing you like. just be patient with me.

anyways

    
anyways cringe culture is dead i make the rules if you say any game/tv show/etc. is 'cringy' i'll steal your kneecaps

King of Spades

    
tw; ch*ld ab*se implied, like. yikes, lancer's dad is a bitch, flynn's inability to write poetry
[DELTARUNE SPOILERS BELOW]
~~~~~~~~~~

O, King of Spades, King of Spades,
Benevolent and fair,
Ruling with heart, and care
for each subject underneath

King of Spades, King of Spades,
Shield us from the light's rage
You will free us from this cage
So the dark could blot out the sun.

But, King of Spades, King of Spades,
Is it true that when the light was before you,
When their 'heroes' stood strong there,
When your son said they were kind,

Tell us, King of Spades,
Did you not use your very own child
as a hostage against these heroes?
Did you not threaten to drop him from the edge of your castle?

Cruel King of Spades,
For you use your family to manipulate
For you came close to killing your own SON
For you're a tyrant

Lying King of Spades,
Overthrown by your own ...

ROY G BIV | Peace and Quiet

        

"He's not going to talk to you, you know that?!"
'Retto shouted after Indie, who was currently making their way towards Bleu's room. They could hear the sound of a rhythm game being played, blaring from what they guessed was the TV. Baioretto huffed.
"Your funeral, then!" He stomped off, leaving his younger sibling alone in the hall.
Indie took a deep breath and knocked lightly on the door. There was no response for a minute, and they got ready to leave, but the music from behind the door stopped.
"What is it?" Bleu asked with a hint of annoyance to his voice.
"U..uh.." Indie raised their voice to where they could be heard better. "I..just want to, uh. I want to hang out, for a bit..I-if that's okay."
The door clicked softly, and the music resumed. Indie reached out and opened the door a crack.
Bleu's room was fairly organized. It had a couple of shelves, full of...

#SFOW21 | Flynn screams about Deltarune for a solid five minutes


tw; loud text, 
    
~~~~


ALRIGHT LISTEN UP
Y'ALL REMEMBER UNDERTALE? YEAH I SAID UNDERTALE IF YOU CONSIDER THAT GAME 'CRINGY' I AM GOING TO STEAL YOUR KNEECAPS CRINGE CULTURE IS DEAD I MAKE THE RULES
IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT DELTARUNE IS IT'S AN OFFICIAL GAME BY TOBY FOX THAT WAS RELEASED LAST WEEK-ISH? I THINK? IT'S AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE TO UT I THINK
IT LETS YOU MAKE YOUR OWN CHARACTER
[spoilers start here]
AND IT PROCEEDS TO THROW THAT CHARACTER AWAY BECAUSE NOBODY CAN CHOOSE WHO THEY ARE IN THIS WORLD AND YOU PLAY AS A GUY NAMED KRIS AND YOU FIND THE DARK WORLD IN A CLOSET WITH YOUR (FORMER) ENEMY SUSIE (and i'm 95% susie is a lesbian)
NOW LISTEN THE HELL UP I WILL DEFEND RALSEI AND LANCER TO MY GRAVE 
LANCER DIDN'T DESERVE THIS MAN 
HE IS A GOOD LITTLE BOY WHO DESERVES A GOOD DAD AND A GOOD LIFE AND FRIENDS AND HAPPINESS...

Flynn Shouts #???

    
hey so deltarune is great and i love it a lot
lancer is the best character i make the rules

ROY G BIV | Warm

    
Rojo felt himself wake up, but he didn't open his eyes just yet. Headache. All he remembered from the night before was coming home and passing out on the couch. He felt a softness around him--blankets.  Cozy. Feels...safe. He murmured and bundled fully underneath them. A soft orange light barely filtered in through the covers from what Rojo assumed was a sunrise outside of the window. He almost allowed himself to drift off again before a dawning realization struck him; this was not his bed. Just then, something shifted beside him-- someone shifted beside him. They grumbled quietly, turning over to where they faced Rojo. He held himself very still. Forcing himself to stay quiet, he tried his best to tell who it was from where he was. Suddenly, an arm wrapped around him, causing him to jump. He started to put the pieces together, and when he realized where he was, he found himself frozen again.
He was...

ROY G BIV | Blurring Blend

    
tw; violence(tm), dissociation? idk how else to describe a thing in here, he'll swing with his fists and he ain't gonna miss, veRDE GREN IS FUCKIN PISSED

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It would've passed for a pleasant evening, had things not gone wrong.
The chatter in the household dining hall was louder than usual, so it was hard to hear anything other than you and/or the person you were talking to. This proved itself to be quite dangerous, and now they all wished they had just tried to eat in silence. Indie especially was upset with herself--she saw the beginning of it and did nothing about it.
She had heard Baioretto and Verde arguing again. Although she could hardly hear what they were arguing about, she noted it started to sound pretty bad. Eventually, Verde's tone of voice raised up to a roar, silencing the rest of the room. 
"YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO RIGHT TO MAKE THAT CLAIM!" Verde's voice shook with...

I T S T I ME

    
Ha l WOENebW
HAL wOENWne
HalEAWBIoneMe
BAEeinAbebnE
MERY HALLOBWEEN

ALMOS

    
ALMSOT HALOWBE WNB
ALMSOT HALLWE I N
ALMOS HALLOBEWNE
A L M O S 
H A L L O W E E N

#SFOW15 | Like Wine

    
"Please don't die," begged the god. He clutched the human close to his chest. It trembled in his grasp, its breaths shallow and quiet. The god had tried desperately to heal the human, to no avail. This must have been caused by something from the underworlds. He shook his head, tears welling in his eyes. Like wine, blood was pouring from the human's wounds as it let go of its grip on consciousness.

#SFOW5 | ROY G BIV

    
"Rojo! Wake up!"
"Mrhmgmh."
"Rojo!"
"Wake me when I'm dead."
Verde huffed. What excuse does this scarlet fellow have to laze around in bed all day? None, none at all! The green man snatched the blankets from off of Rojo, prompting a series of angry growls and quiet swearing.
"You'll be LATE for BREAKFAST! Giallo's cooking and you know how good of a cook he is!"
"Let me starve."
"Lazy! Always lazy, you are! Fine, FINE, starve then!" Verde stomped out of the room. God, the red man thought, what a theatre kid. Rojo mentally battled with himself and settled on how he should probably get SOMETHING to eat. He half-dragged himself out of bed and got dressed before heading to the dining hall.
Not everybody was awake yet. Rojo knew this on entering. He could smell Giallo cooking from the kitchen and cracked a small smile. For how annoying that sun-colored man could be, he can cook a...

#SFOW3 | Holy

    
The word Holy may bring a sense of comfort
of safety
of angels
of heaven
of light
While the word Sinful may bring a sense of dread
of danger
of demons
of hell
of darkness

The Sinful has over millions of eyes
Of mouths, of voices, of souls
The Holy have beckoning hands and open arms
Welcoming, offering, hypnotizing

But, can't the Holy bring just as much pain as the Sinful?
Can't the Sinful show as much purity as the Holy?

The Holy can rip and tear and kill and claw
Their angels can become bitter and broken
With wings of magma and sawblades for hands
Their silhouettes shine in the moon, waiting

The Sinful can be forgiving, even welcoming
Willing to redeem themselves from the wrongs they've committed
Despite their bloodstained hands, their tainted pasts,
Can be willing to fix what they have broken.

Despite their differences, the Sinful and the Holy can go hand in hand
They...

#SFOW1 | Serpent

    
"They haven't forgotten about you," Ophiuchus mumbles to himself as he did every day. He sat on a bed of stardust, whispering to his serpent. When he wasn't forgotten, people barely knew about him. Ophiuchus, the serpent-bearer, the 13th zodiac, and yet nobody knows he's there. Libra has respect for him, while everybody else simply pretends he doesn't exist. 
He mutters a few last words to his snake as he stood up. He allowed it to coil around his shoulders before he got moving again. He had someplace to be.
Leaping from the cloud of stardust, he landed on star after star after star, his agility paying off greatly. Soon, he had reached where he meant to go. He stood tall upon a star, and breathed in deeply. Every breath him and the others took were freezing.--if there was even air at all. A light enveloped the planet he was looking for. Gazing at the sun, Ophiuchus found himself...

#contestfor69 | Never Again

tw; death, implied s*ic*de, a lot of vulgar language, grief, loss of family members, [AARON PAUL SCREAMING]

~~~~~~
    
    Things are not how they used to be, and they never will be again.
Every day, at least once, something reminds me of him--whether I'm home, out and about, and work. It doesn't matter when, as it seems grief is a cruel son of a bitch.
    Almost EVERY DAY, it's another insensitive shitbag strolling up to me in the restaurant. "What happened to your brother, Jack?" "Can you say hello to Phoney for me?" "I'm so sorry for your loss, Jack." "Where's Peter, Jack?"
It makes me SICK.
    Yesterday, I...lost control, a little. One of those damn teenagers walked up to me, poking and prodding me about my brother. The little bastard didn't lay off. He kept mocking meHe got his kicks out of watching me stumble for an answer. Watching me avoid question after...

Your World in Three Senses

Seraphim

    
I opened my eyes, and immediately I felt as if they had been gouged out. I squeezed them shut but it was much too late. One million tiny daggers pierced through my eyelids and cleaved into my skull, forcing me to open them again. A horrible holy light spilled into my vision again. I saw dancing figures and swirling infernos. I saw spinning strobe lights and flickering coronas. I saw a hand reaching out towards me. Its palm was stretched towards me, as if ready to pluck me from the ground where I stood. The light began to consume the sky further. My vision began to flood with a bright yellow. I screamed for nobody to hear.

Nobody to hear, but one. He cursed loudly and slammed the window shut, sending an echoing clatter across the house. The house was now completely silent save for the man's adrenaline-fueled footsteps across the floor. He heard an odd noise--almost a whispering....

#6things

    
1. I tend to be very emotional. Thanks to some OC angst with a pal o' mine, I can't listen to a song anymore without crying at the 2:15 mark. (Song is DEATHKID - HOLY.) I often end up blaming myself for something that I was never even involved in if I'm in a bad headspace, and I can't take venting very well, as much as I hate to acknowledge it. I want to help, but it hurts, ya know?

2. I'm a simple man. A character has sharp teeth, I'm gay as hell

3. I hate the nickname hunny bunny for reasons. Just brings back bad memories of someone I used to date, ya knooow

4. I 100% plan on visiting the boy I'm dating someday and I 100% plan on moving in with him given the chance.

5. I can't draw hugging.

6. My favorite characters to write are probably Soleil and Lune. 

Your World in Three Senses

Seraphim

    
I opened my eyes, and immediately I felt as if they had been gouged out. I squeezed them shut but it was much too late. One million tiny daggers pierced through my eyelids and cleaved into my skull, forcing me to open them again. A horrible holy light spilled into my vision again. I saw dancing figures and swirling infernos. I saw spinning strobe lights and flickering coronas. I saw a hand reaching out towards me. Its palm was stretched towards me, as if ready to pluck me from the ground where I stood. The light began to consume the sky further. My vision began to flood with a bright yellow. I screamed for nobody to hear.

Nobody to hear, but one. He cursed loudly and slammed the window shut, sending an echoing clatter across the house. The house was now completely silent save for the man's adrenaline-fueled footsteps across the floor. He heard an odd noise--almost a whispering. A...

(Late) 100 Follower Contest Results!

    
Let's get right into this! Thanks to everyone who entered!

PROMPT A: #IStoleThisIdeaFromTumblrLmao 

Nobody did this prompt!! It's no big deal I'm just genuinely upset! I'll probably reuse this sometime h a

PROMPT B: #Blinding 

SurlyWombat wins by default because they were the ONLY PERSON WHO DID THIS PROMPT

PROMPT C: #RefuseToSay  (aka i kind of wish i didn't put this prompt in here bc it ate the other prompts entry-wise)

1st. RainAndSonder
2nd. LackingASocialLife
3rd. Anha

PROMPT D: # LightlessDay

SomeFormOfWriting wins by default.

I'll admit, I'm..really bitter about #RefuseToSay drowning out the other prompts. It's okay, though, not a big deal.
ANyways, here's a reminder of the prizes.

PRIZES: 
1st. A follow if I'm not already, a free finished drawing, a shoutout in one separate piece, and 15 likes on your pieces I REALLY love 
2nd. Follow if I'm not already, a free sketched drawing, a shoutout, 10 likes on your pieces I LOVE 
3rd. Follow, a free...

BlankSlate

    
And so the machinery shuts down
and so the gears stop turning
and so I begin to shut down
and so I begin to fade
Lacking strength, lacking power, lacking
lacking any more victims to steal
lacking sight, lacking eyes
lacking breath
Collapsing is my power and my hope
collapsing is my consciousness
collapsing onto the floor
collapsing is my body
Forget me, for I was weak, and not worthy
forget me, for I must be gone for a reason
forget me, I say, but I beg you--
don't' forget me, don't forget me, don't forget me.

REMIND ME TO DO THIS PWEASE

    
REMIND ME TO MAKE CHARAHUB PAGES FOR MY STORY CHARACTERS LMAO I KEEP FORGETTING

Contest Update!

    
Oi oi! I'm moving the deadline to the 19th! Y'all have more time now, good luck!

#myanswer

    

  1. What do you think it means to live a meaningful life?
I mean, I don't know. I guess you just gotta be a good person.
  1. Do you believe in soulmates? Why/Why not?
Yeah. I'd like to think everyone is destined for someone unless they're aro or asexual or just not interested in that or somethin' :0!
  1. What is something you're certain you'll never experience?
Thievery at gunpoint.
  1. What's a part of your character/personality you're still trying to understand?
Why I apologize so much.
  1. Do you prefer labels and definitions or would you rather just identify as human?
I like joking around that I'm a robot lmao
  1. Do you think, at this point and time, there's anyone who'd sacrifice them self for you?
Other than my family? No, not really.
  1. Would you sacrifice yourself for anyone? Who and why?
Yes. Any of my friends. Especially my boyfriend. In my eyes my life means nothing compared to them.
  1. Has there ever been...

CONTEST REMINDER

    
HELLO IF YOU DO SOMETHING FOR MY 100 FOLLOWER CONTEST PLEASE  PUT YOUR PIECE IN THE COMMENTS ;;;;;

#flyofstriped

    
HEWWO QNA TIME LETS GO

1. What line from a TV show/movie/book has stuck with you and why? 
The entirety of Frame of Mind by Tristam sticks with me, really. It's helped uplift me in bad situations.

2. Which fandom can you talk and theorize over for hours? If you don't have a fandom, why not? 
Just Shapes and Beats and Danganronpa are my two big ones.

3. Who's your favorite singer, and what's your favorite album by them? If you don't have a favorite singer, why not? 
I like Spirit Phone by Lemon Demon.

4. Best kind of pizza? If you don't like pizza, why not? 
Pepperoni is pretty cool.

5. Favorite color? Why is this your favorite color? 
Purple! It's just a nice color.

6. Do you like a certain boy band? If not, why not? 
Listen. I'm gay as hell. I love boys. Boy bands are an entirely different story.

7. Which book has stuck with you and why? 
Warriors, probably. The whole...

100 FOLLOWER CONTEST

        
ALRIGHT BOIS FLYNN HAS ANOTHER CONTEST AND THIS TIME HE HAS
     P R I Z E S 

    PRETTY FUCKIN' SWEET RIGHT

anyways here we go!!
Just name your piece one of the hashtags below so I can find it! Also put it in the comments, please.

Prizes+Drawing info will be at the bottom so don't go crazy yet.
There will be three winners for each prompt!
Contest ends on the 12th!
Now, without further ado:


PROMPT A: #IStoleThisIdeaFromTumblrLmao
There's a new dating service that pairs people up with someone based on their search history. It seems to be pretty successful so far, so your main character gives it a try. Your MC is a writer. They get matched up with a serial killer. Hilarity ensues.

PROMPT B: #Blinding
The moon is very in love with the sun. Like..they got it bad. REAL bad. The problem is, they're very much in denial about it...

Flynn SHouts #12 I think

    
someone yell at me i need to remember to post character designs

100 FOLLOWERS AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

    
alright guys tiME FOR THE PART WHERE FLYNN GETS SUPER GUSHY except he's super tired and just woke up and can't seem like he's excited

i'd like to thank every single one of you who's stuck around for this long. i love all of you even if it doesnt seem like it or anything
i might do another contest in celebration of this? i just need to think up how it's gonna work lol
anyways!!

below are all the people i owe my got dam life to

Fee
Avis
Riley Noel
TheWingedKetten
_ihatehighschool
daisy 00087
Swasti
Vannah Mills
Lylas
Bailey Bunnelle
Vanilla
nessauniverse
Nayseloid
Mark Anthone
Kaitlyn ❄
Marerider
AbigailSauble
BlueWriter
Bellbell0307
Gabriel Goodwin
Changing Accounts
Number Two
LyraLynne
ThatAwkwardSmile
gabriela.ruhlmann@smrhs.org
howdidigethere
KayDee
Darla Eve
i.c.f.l.o.w.e.r.s.
SamG953
Franco Silvidad
blaze126
INVISIBL3
Super0smitty
A Breath Into Silence
RainAndSonder
Chinemerem
KaylaM78
Sentenced
Eshita
Failing student
Darth Plagueis The Wise66
Glytch Montoya
Plausible.Poems
par-eunoia
Starlightsong
Rae Lynn
RainingBirds
Vin
chauncey123
lost.girl
thecrisis ...

Cups of Tea

    
    Every morning, Soleil makes Lune a cup of tea for when he wakes up. He'd leave it on the dresser, or the nightstand, or the kitchen table. Soleil wasn't really a tea guy himself-- he didn't like the taste. He preferred hot chocolate or coffee in the mornings. 
Sometimes, he and Lune would take a seat on a tall hill and they would stargaze, Lune with tea and Soleil with hot cocoa. They would talk for hours. It almost felt like time wasn't passing while they were together there. Some nights they could see their breath in the cold air, and the chill caused the two to share a scarf and a blanket for warmth. They especially enjoyed spending time together on that hill during July or New Years. Light shows cut through the air like a thousand swords as the sun and moon watched in wonder. Fireworks was something they weren't really fans of--Lune hated the loud noise....

4CC355 D3N13D

    
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{AND THE ENTITIES? THE ANOMALIES?}

[I...

Anomaly 541-C

    



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ANOMALY 541-C
"VOICE OF THE ABYSS"
STATUS: ACTIVE
INTERROGATION STATUS: CAUTION
THREAT LEVEL 1-10: 3
DATE OF DISCOVERY: ||/||/||
DESCRIPTION: A SMALL SEEMINGLY NORMAL COMMUNICATOR. OCCASIONALLY PICKS UP A STRANGE SIGNAL THAT SEEMS TO COME FROM NOWHERE. WHEN THE SIGNAL IS ACTIVE, ONE COULD HEAR SINGING. THE VOICE SEEMS TO BE A LIVING BEING, THOUGH WE HAVE NOT BEEN ABLE TO PINPOINT WHERE IT IS. 541-C HAS EXPRESSED COOPERATION DURING INTERROGATION, BUT WILL CUT THE SIGNAL WHENEVER IT DESIRES SO. CLAIMS ITSELF TO BE A GOD.

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ANOMALY QUESTIONED: 541-C - "VOICE OF THE ABYSS"
INTERROGATOR PRESENT: PHILIP
OTHERS/OBSERVERS PRESENT: DONEC, POPPY, ADAMS
TIME ELAPSED: 3 MIN 23 SEC
INCIDENTS: N/A
CONCLUSION: ANOMALY 541-C HAS SUPPOSEDLY BEEN AROUND FOR OVER A CENTURY. CLAIMS TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE WORLD YEARS AGO THAN ANYONE ELSE WOULD....

#darkness | Experiment 001


tw: gore, like im not even kidding this time i use descriptions, death, experimentation

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ENTITY 001
"KARMA"
STATUS: ALIVE
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ENTITY TESTED: 001; "KARMA"
WORKERS PRESENT: DONEC, PHILIP, ROSSUM
OTHERS/VOLUNTEERS PRESENT: A VICIOUS CRIMINAL, SMALL CHILD, UNIT-218DR
EQUIPMENT: STANDARD SECURITY/EMERGENCY SUPPLIES, TAZERS, WALKIE TALKIE
CASUALTIES: CRIMINAL, ROSSUM
CONCLUSION: THE NICKNAME "KARMA" IS APPROPRIATE FOR THE ENTITY, AS IT ONLY SEEMS TO ATTACK THOSE WHO HAVE DONE HORRENDOUS CRIMES IN THEIR LIFE. WE SOON FOUND OUT ROSSUM KILLED HIS WIFE AND DAUGHTER FOR MONEY.

SUMMARY:
THE PURPOSE OF THIS EXPERIMENT WAS TO CONFIRM DONEC'S SUSPICIONS ABOUT WHY THE ENTITY WAS CALLED KARMA.
FOLLOWING THIS INCIDENT, EXPERIMENTATION WITH ENTITY "KARMA" FEATURING LIVE BEINGS HAS BEEN STOPPED ENTIRELY.

EACH VOLUNTEER WAS RELEASED INTO THE ROOM SEPARATELY.
THE CHILD WENT FIRST. IT RAN...

Flynn Shouts #11

    
love it when i'm given DH for absolutely no reason lmao.
they're not telling me why, they just gave me a slip to go to DH today.
this is such bullshit. i hate this fucking school

#cwcrandomq&a

1. What TV show did you watch as a kid (e.g. were you a My Little Pony type, a Phineas and Ferb type, etc.) 
I was a Courage the Cowardly Dog kid. I also liked Hero 108 (anyone remember that?)

2. Should pineapple be on pizza? 
Absolutely not. Do you take me for a barbarian?

3. If there must be a word limit on a prompt/contest, what is your favorite length to write?  
I usually try to reach the word limit. N̶e̶r̶f̶  All or nothing.

4. Why is your username what it is?  
Iunno. Just my name, dude.

5. What are your tastes in YouTube videos (if any)?  
I like CinemaSins, Jacksepticeye, and Cho's Daily Cook.

6. This is a moral dilemma: There is a boy band that you don’t particularly like.  Either you get a giant face tattoo of their logo that will stay with you for life, or each member will drop dead of seemingly unapparent reason.  What...

Five Endings

Five Endings

    
1. The thunderstorms settled, and it looked upon what he did to his land. Ash stretched across what used to be an open field. Trees were darkened and broken. Cabins were crushed and burnt. There was absolutely no life left on the island.
The entity was pleased.

2. Flik hung an arm off the side of the boat. He heaved a sigh. The waves gently rocked the ship as he watched his home scorch behind him. He wasn't sure what happened to the god. He turned a weird color and tore the land to pieces with storms. 
He wasn't sure where to go,
but he heard Paradise was a nice place.  

3. It wasn't true. Arbor refused to believe it. Teko was his dearest friend--he KNEW Teko would never do this. And, despite his denial of his friend's actions, there it was before him. Teikioa, charred and falling apart. It was now merely a husk of what it...

#firstSWWPC 6 | This Garden I've Made For You

    
tw: hanahaki disease, blixer almost dies, gore-ish?, emetophobia (or at least mentions of it)

~~~~~~~~~~~
    
    Your name is Blixer, and you believe something is very wrong with you.
This feeling had started about three days ago. Your rule as the "king" had long ended, and you were being accepted back into Paradise. You're currently living with your dear friend Azul. There are others staying in the house with you, too--Giallo, Verde, Oren, and Cube. The first three were the other shapes that helped Azul along the way when you had lost your mind. Cube, you believed, was a childhood friend of Azul's. 
You were bedridden for a long time after Annihilate, due to both the massive wound through your chest and the damage done during 'Till it's Over. Cube was kind enough to volunteer to help take care of you during this time.
One day, however...
At first, everything was fine. You were just chatting over...

#firstSWWPC 7 | Dream Catcher

    
    I am the Dream Catcher.
    When you hear the words 'dream catcher,' you may think of the useless trinkets human hang above their beds to scare away the scary monster in the closet. I can assure you, I am far from that. I am the shadow the light didn't blind. I am the prisoner that justice didn't find. I am the dragon the knight didn't slay. I am a forest untouched by decay. 
    I am the Dream Catcher.
    But, what was I before that? I was forgotten. I used to be a sandman. I spread peace to all the dozing minds of Earth. Those disgusting little creatures. All humans do is take and take and take until there's nothing left for them to steal. Even when they've torn something apart, they'll greedily rip away the scattered pieces. Now that I am able to see that, I am so much MORE than a...

Drive Like You Stole It

    
tw: death mention, crimes? crimes., SUGGESTIVE CONTENT IN METHOD SIX, ransom

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        TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN,
    My name is Drive, and I'm kind of a wanted criminal.
It's not like I ever really WANTED to be one, but here we are anyway. I'm not perfect in my deeds, of course--I get caught in the act fairly often--but I ALWAYS get away.
I'd get money in a different way if I knew how. The gang's been generous in expanding the deadline, but now there's a set date. July 12. July 12. 
Those sick FUCKS have my sister.
If I didn't pay up in time, then they'd...
...
I forgot why the gang chose to go after me. Or, well, I choose to forget why. What I did was stupid. Of course they'd target me for what I did. Simply put, I steal to sell to pay. However, I doubt this explanation would...

Breathe

    
tw: drowning, implied death, the fbi coming directly to my house for searching up how it feels to drown

~~~~~~~~~~~~

New Game was hardly conscious at the time. 
Or, rather...Blixer.
The events of Annihilate had ended minutes ago. Pain coursed through his body at the smallest breath. He forced himself to sit up. He hardly remembered what happened, and he felt blood streaming from the wound in his chest. He began trying to recollect himself.
Azul. All he remembered at the time was Azul.
He glanced at the 'ground' underneath him, and began to piece together he was on the roof of a tower. He tried to stand, but only collapsed again. A cry uttered from Blixer as he hit the floor again. He pulled himself into a curled up position. As he tried to ride out the pain, he found himself sobbing. He cried hard from the pain shooting through his body. It was a fine cry, but with...

Foxmillionaire's 25 Question Q&A

    
1 If you could swap personalities with anyone who would you swap with? 
Someone who knows what they're doing.

2 What is your style in clothing?  
It varies? Usually short-sleeved shirt, jacket, long pants. You won't even catch me DEAD in shorts.

3 What are 10 things you want to learn how to do? 
1. Program
2. Write Songs
3. Drums
4. Electric Guitar
5. Skyglide
6. Stable Emotions
7. Math
8. Listen To My Friends Vent Without Feeling Like I'm Useless For Not Being Able To Help Them
9. Cook
10. MATH


4 If you were to be the very best at one thing what would that one thing be?  
Art. Please.

5 Pick 5 words to describe your personality. 
1. Naive
2. Overly Sensitive
3. Introverted
4. Easily Annoyed
5. Anxious


6 What do you hope you'll be doing by the time you're 25 
Man I'd be lucky to be alive at 25 the way things...

Flynn Shouts #10

    
i'm a simple man. i'm given a normal prompt, i write about 100-800 words
i'm given a romance prompt, whoops i wrote 1000+ words 

10 Second Essays

My Beliefs Kinda

    
You are in no place to tell someone how they feel and who they are.

Trust can't be earned back from just an apology.

It doesn't matter if you're family, I don't have to like you.

There's a fine line between 'trust' and 'tolerate.'

If an offensive slang 'slips out' that probably means it's still okay to you in your head.

There is life beyond the stars.

MOGAI is absolutely disgusting.

I love my trans brothers and sisters.

 

hey

    
quiiick note for The Followers(tm)
if you're a
terf
truscum
'MAP' or NOMAP or whatever you idiots call yaselves
homophobic, transphobic, etc etc etc
bibbity bobbity get the fuck out

Flynn Shouts #9

    
i think i have a problem i've joined too many contests

#Hidden | Contest Entry

    
Ya know what?  I really like the color blue. It's just really pleasing to the eye. I'm a big fan. It's generally a great color. Especially the darker colors of blue. However, I'm not as much of a fan of like..that one shade that draws the line between blue and purple? You lean back and it's purple but you lean forward and it's blue? Y'all know the one? That just hurts my eyes.

#15WordStories

    
"You WOULDN'T kill me."
"It is against my morals, Lorem. If I could, I would."

Abysmal

    
Your name is /\/\05@!<, and it's cold.
You've lost track of time due to how long you've been alone in the abyss. All you knew was that it's all that damn god's fault you were here. You could've sworn HE was banished as well, but..he wasn't here.
..Anti..
You shake your head and growl at yourself. We're not going down that spiral again. Stop it. STOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPITSTOPIT!
You hum yourself a tune. The same tune you've been humming to yourself throughout the years.
At least there's something you can do here to keep yourself occupied. You reach a hand out, and a cloud of dust from nowhere begins creating an illusion around you. An illusion of a world, perfectly fit for ripping apart. You stroll down a never-ending path through the fake world, and almost begin to believe it's real. Your humming ends up turning into singing.
Combler la lacune
Roller passé la lune
Comme nous évoluons...

The world becomes...

Red String | #anhacontest

    
tw: death mention

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The Red String is often associated with love. It is told that if a red string connects you and somebody, that person is your destined partner. For me, The Red String of Fate takes a whole different meaning.
I'm often called Karma by those I...encounter. Very few people know what name I prefer to go by, and I would like to keep it that way. I have told those that I trust.
Since I was created, these strings were always present on my wrist. I believe only I can see and feel them. They each connected to a different person.
If you don't know already, my nickname is fairly appropriate. I am indeed, in a way, karma itself. Each string connected to someone who would be considered a horrible person. The redder the color, the worse the deeds. I use these strings to guide myself towards each person to deliver appropriate punishment. It's funny, really,...

Flynn Shouts #8

    
COMING SOON IS A MASTERPOST OF DESIGNS FOR (most of) THE CHARACTERS I WRITE ABOUT (death rattle, karma, lorem, ipsum, etc) STAY TUNED

Assembly

    
tw: torture (is it torture if it's a robot??), death

~~~~~

Before he was anything, he was UNIT-218DR.
Like the other machines in the facility, he was referred to by the two letters at the end of his code.
This facility he was built in was a marvel, once. It had an observatory, a factory, an entire section of the building dedicated to experimentation and sciences. I do apologize if my descriptions are brief, I have not been to that building in quite a long time.
The idea of making the robots there was pitched by someone named Donec. He wasn't the type of person who deserved to be in the place he was. He was cruel. He was hateful. He was the first person 'Karma' claimed as a victim.
He claimed we needed them in case another land attempted to attack Paradise, which was a ridiculous thought. Centuries ago, an agreement was made to prevent just that. However,...

Unconventional

Karma

    
such horrible
horrible things

                            i find it
                    disgusting
        how you
take
                    PRIDE
in what

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                        d
                            o
                                n
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he's 
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                                                        a
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                                            at
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                                    seams.


                                            he cried
                                for Karma    
                                                            to 
                                                                    R
                                                                        I
                                                                           p
    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​                            Y
​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    ​    O
                                                                                            U
                                                                                 ...

#MyFormOfWriting | Amet

    
tw: death, fire, this lorem asshole again

 ~~~~~

I woke up, my life in shambles, unable to remember how it all came crashing down.
I woke up in pain--I clutched at my chest only to feel fresh, dripping blood. I hoisted myself into a position where I could sit up and get my bearings, despite the agony it caused.
My surroundings were unfamiliar. A building, burned and cracked, looking as if it'd fall apart at any time. Rubble and broken glass scattered across the floor. The scent of fire still lingered around the room. 
I took a deep breath to calm myself down--only to feel a lungful of smoke. A coughing fit shook through my body immediately- it felt like my throat was tearing itself apart. It felt like hours before I recovered.
I dragged myself over to a wall and stood the best I could.
Something barely glinted on the floor near where I woke up--a lighter? An...

#cwcbucketprompt

    
You are a bucket.
You can carry your words and feelings. You can carry your emotions and tears.
However, you can only carry so much.

Uncanny

tw: murder/death mention, abuse mention
    
~~~~~~


To know it's there, all you need to do is listen.
Clikclikclikclikclikclik.
That noise. That hellish clicking.
There have been rumors and stories about it.
People only know one thing about it;
It stalks and torments those who have done terrible things.
Whether you regret it or not.
Murder, tyranny, abuse, any horrible deed you've done, it will know.
It will always follow you.
It will always know exactly where you are.
There is no chance of escaping it.
Once it grows bored of tormenting you, it will kill you.
It then moves on to its next target.
It doesn't have a name that people know--not a set one.
Everyone calls it something different if they don't know its real name.
I call it Karma.
I know its name, but I refuse to give it the satisfaction.
Not many people know exactly what it looks like.
Nobody really lives to share the details. ...

tag your ocs

    
hello im tired and laughing really hard at some stuff in a quote channel on discord

"That's gay."
'YOU'RE gay.'
"That's fair."
~~~~~
"WHATEVER YOU DO, DON'T GIVE HIM YOUR CREDIT CARD!"
'I ALREADY GAVE HIM MY CREDIT CARD!'
~~~~~
"Fresh wood straight from the wood tr"
"Wait"
~~~~~
"What if when they kissed an eclipse happened?"
'Do you want an eclipse to happen every damn day?'
~~~~~
"I'm a simple man. I see a boy, I'm gay"
~~~~~
"[NAME], what'll you do now?"
'Guess I'll commit murder.'
"NO!"
~~~~~
"Think like a proton.."
'And be positive!'
' ' And be so small nobody can see you. ' '

rosemarywisdom prompt - TOP 5 FAV FANDOM SHIPS

    
same rules as the fav songs list

5. Kiibtaro (DRV3)
4. 4X (BFB)
3. Dave/Old Sport (DSAF)
2. Paperhat (Villainous/Villainos)
1. Cublixer (Just Shapes and Beats) (even though blixer isnt the dude's official name)

Tyrant

    
tw: captive

    
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"They're going to get me out of here."
That comment sparked a loud cackle from the king. The now-powerless god shuffled into a corner, shooting him a glare.
"You know it's inevitable, New Game. Your place as 'royalty'--" he said the word with a dash of disgust-- "isn't going to last forever."
"PLEASE. WHAT'LL THEY DO, BITE MY ANKLES?"
"Those four are much stronger than they-"
Arbor was cut off by another long string of laughter.
"REALLY, NOW? BIG SCARY AZUL, BARELY REACHES MY HIPS IN HEIGHT, SOBBED LIKE A BABY WHEN HIS BEST FRIEND WAS CORRUPTED--" he turned towards Arbor and swept his arms towards himself as if putting himself on display-- "CAN TAKE THIS DOWN?!"
"Don't put yourself on a pedestal. You'd cower in the face of danger."
That caused the tyrant to halt in place. His grin took on a more sinister tone. He approached Arbor.
"NOW, NOW, ARBOR..DON'T GET AN ATTITUDE...

#songtitlepoem The Scorpion and The Frog

    
tw: implied captive, unrequited romance, narrator is a possessive garbage can, implied murder
i'm gonna start puttin these here for possibly questionable topics :0! just seems right yaknow

~~~~~~~

Don't turn away now, my dear
You can trust me, I swear
There's no need to hate me, amour

That look in your eyes--
Oh, what a surprise!
Why would you give me such a glare?

Don't you see you're safe, right here?
My darling dear
Protected from the ones who'll take you away from me
Honey, can't ya see?
You belong to me
Why would you want to be free?

Babe, you snap and thrash
You bite and shout and scratch
What have I done to hurt you, love?

I don't want to cut you down
For then we'll both drown
Don't make me do this, hun

Honey, tell me, where'd you run?
You're just no fun
Hiding from me this way
What was that I heard
at the...

#FlynnsStupidContest WINNERS

    
ALRIGHTY i'll try to keep this short so let's get RIGHT to the point
3 winners for each category if possible

#IAmAware
1. LACKINGASOCIALLIFE because they're the only person who did this prompt

#Eclipse
1. muppet
2. stripedfly1001
3. SomeFormOfWriting

#Seance
1. SomeFormOfWriting
2. RainAndSonder
3. Johanna

#ValentineValentine
1. JediKnightGirl
2. Catlover
3. Ellie O'Grady

Thank you everyone for entering!! I LOVED reading everyone's entries, they were all so good! I hope you had fun w/ these!!

AIGHT BOYS

    
ONCE IM HOME I'LL LOOK AT ENTRIES AND ANNOUNCE CONTEST WINNERS

Storm

    
The day Lune proposed, there wasn't a single cloud in the sky.
Nobody knows when it happened--some claim it was way before Paradise even existed. All they know is that the sun and the moon were in love, and they had been for centuries.
They ruled next to many other gods. Arbor, the god of life and Paradise itself, Corrupted, the lord of the void, Chronos, god of time, Milky Ways, goddess of space, etc. Soleil and Lune were the deities of day and night respectively.
Soleil had a bit of control over the weather, as well--it usually adapted to his mood. This can be both good and bad. On days where he's happy, the sun is out with minimal clouds. On 'off-days,' it can rain or even storm.
During the takeover of New Game, a tyrant king who had previously been sealed in the void, Soleil and Lune fled. They were not as powerful as the other gods--and Arbor, the...

Flynn Shouts #6

    
APPARENTLY SOMETHING CAUGHT ON FIRE BUT IT'S UNFORTUNATELY FIXED NOW

Flynn Shouts #5

    
THE POWER WENT OUT LETS PRAY I CAN GO HOME BOYES

vent(ilation)

        
i shouldn't feel this way.
i have good friends,
i have an okay life,
i have a good home,
so why does it hurt so much?
why can't i feel like a normal person?
why can't i feel emotions naturally unless i've just cried?
why does everything feel so empty now?
even with someone i love so much, everything feels painful.
i can't get myself happy.
im desperate for one real laugh, one real emotion.
one real emotion that isn't pain or anxiety or crying or anything.
i hate this. why do i feel like this?
why do i have to live my life this way?
why am i about to cry? nothing's bad happening.
why do i feel so hopeless?
someone loves me, i love him. why am i empty?
why?

Foxmillionaire Prompt 10 - The Man

    
I find myself bleeding out on the ground, clutching at my wound, gasping for air. I hear him chuckle near me.
"Weak, are you?"
I go to respond, but he kicks me in the throat. That sickening cackle comes from him again as I wheeze. I force myself to gaze up at him. I manage to form a word.
"Wh...y..? Why would...you do this..?"
The man shook his head. 
"..idiot...IDIOT!!"
He broke out into loud, evil laughter. He shook his head again as he recomposed himself. He clasped his hands together in front of him, and spoke again.
"You know I had to do it to 'em."

Foxmillionaire Prompt 5 - QnA

    
#1 What is a book you want to see made into a movie? Are there any changes you would make? 
Probably Skeleton Creek, and not really.

#2 If you could pick one fictional character to be your friend who would it be? 
That's a hard one. Maybe Zim.

#3 What are some goals you have. Any dream jobs? 
My goal is just to make other people happy, tbh.
Artist, voice actor, game designer.


#4 Pick a story that you've written and a character from that story. Now tell us who would be the perfect actor or actress to play them judging by the actor's looks and or voice/personality. 
Cande Cotin, and probably the VA of Wheatley.

#5 Favorite superheroes, alter egos, and villains. Why are they your favorite? 
My favorite superhero is The Iron Giant. I love him with all of my heart.
Alter Ego from Dangaronpa is best alter ego, obviously.
THE BEAST FROM OVER THE GARDEN WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL

...

Foxmillionaire Prompt 4 - A normal letter

    
Dear Zachary,
Hello, friend! I think I killed 'em with Mellisa's jokes.
LOVIN' the game so far. Overall, it's fun.

Foxmillionaire Prompt 3 - It just be like that

    
I already have my dream best friend. His name is Connor and I'm dating him.

Foxmillionaire Prompt 2 - Top 10 Fav. Songs

 
10 being lower, 1 being higher, y'all know the drill

10. Shirobon - Into The Zone
9. Silva Hound - Cool Friends (Murtagh & Veschell Remix)
8. Lemon Demon - Lifetime Achievement Award
7. Evanescence - Bring Me To Life (Synthesis) (Seriously the Synthesis version is so good)
6. Nitro Fun - New Game
5. Avenza - Wicked
4. Panic! At the Disco - Emperor's New Clothes
3. Destroid - Annihilate
2. Deathkid - HOLY
1. I'M GONNA FIGHT 'EM ALL
A SEVEN NATION ARMY COULDN'T HOLD ME BACK
THEY'RE GONNA RIP IT OFF
TAKIN' THEIR TIME RIGHT BEHIND MY BAACK

Foxmillionaire Prompt 1 - Nic Studies Robots (or, TRIES to)

    
[ NicNevada has added OphiUchUs and ERROR ]

NicNevada: Hello?
OphiUchUs: Good evening, Doctor.
ERROR: HELLLOOOOOO! =)
NicNevada: I take it you understand what's going on?
OphiUchUs: I do
OphiUchUs: You're going to ask two robots multiple meaningless questions
OphiUchUs: for your meaningless research
ERROR: OOOOOOO SNAP GET EM BABE ♥♥♥♥♥♥
OphiUchUs: :).
NicNevada: Um.
NicNevada: Anyhow.
NicNevada: Is it true you can't feel emotion?
ERROR: HONEY I JUST SENT NORRI A BUNCH OF HEARTS YOU TELL ME
NicNevada: Ah, right. I'll check that down as a maybe.
NicNevada: Do you short-circuit in water?
OphiUchUs: That's racist.
NicNevada: Right. Sorry.
NicNevada: Can you eat?
ERROR: ;)
OphiUchUs: Stop.
ERROR: =(
NicNevada: I'll check that as no.
NicNevada: Do either of you consider yourselves fighters?
ERROR: OHOHHOO I CAN FIGHT IF YOU KNOW WHAT I'M SAYINNN
ERROR: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHH IM ON FIRE TODAY
OphiUchUs: Honey, no.
ERROR: HONEY, YES >;)
NicNevada: I quit.
[ NicNevada has left. ]

Flynn Shouts #4

    
everybody says "yeehaw" but nobody ever asks "haw yee"

Small contest update

    
Moving the deadline to the 10th because comic-con

Flynn Shouts #3

    
FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I ASKED OUT ONE OF THE CONNROS (THE ONE WHO DIDNTR KNOW I WAS CRUSHGIN) AND FUCKDFKJGDFDS;GSDKJSDFGJHSDAJKFSADFJDSAHFJSDFJSDKJFHD
IN OHER NEWS IM GOIN TO A COMICCON IN LITTLE ROCK NEXT WEEK

Flynn Shouts #2

    
hee hee hoo hoo 69 followers

Flynn Shouts #1

    
Y'ALL I THINK I JUST WENT THROUGH ALL FIVE STAGES OF GRIEF AT ONCE FIVE TIMES OVER
SOMEONE DEADASS JUST SAID "DINOSAURS AREN'T REAL" AND THEY'RE NOT KIDDING

Followed

    
disclaimer: better crank out the google translate for this one, folks, one character only speaks in hebrew
also this gets Pretty Dang Violent(tm) so there's your warning, three two one go
    
"אתה אפילו לא מצטער?"
"Leave me alone."
"לא."
"Can I have my machete back?"
As if to taunt him, the creature in the dark sliced down a branch with his machete.
"אותה תשובה."
Lorem shoved through the vines of a seemingly endless forest--it was dark. He could hardly see. He didn't care. He could hear the snapping of twigs and rustling of leaves behind him as that..THING followed him.
"לענות על השאלה שלי."
"I don't have to."
He tried to pick up the pace, breaking into a sprint. He suddenly lurched forward--something hooked on his leg. He stumbled to his hands and knees. He cursed loudly, trying to tear away the vine that seemed to have just latched onto him. The creature chuckled, now circling him.
"ובכן,...

#FlynnsStupidContest


THAT'S RIGHT BOIS I'M BANDWAGONING AGAIN

Themes/Options
#IAmAware - Write the perspective of a robot becoming self aware
#Eclipse - Write about personifications of the sun and the moon. Are they lovers? Friends? Enemies?
#Seance - Write a ghost realizing they died
#ValentineValentine - Write what love would look like as a person

Requirements
Must be 100+ words long (go wild)
Must be a poem/short story
Must post your entry in the comments
yeah thats about it

I'll announce winners on September 8th!! Have fun!

#rwisdomcontest

    
"I never meant for it to play out like this."
Nevada mumbled to himself, head buried in his arms. 
Doctor Nic Nevada was an object-head--an uncommon one, at that. A tesseract. Not a moving one, of course--doing that just makes him sick to his stomach. He was 5'6, and wore a long blue labcoat with a white tshirt underneath it. He had on oversized white pants and boots. 
"I'm sure it wasn't your fault, darling." He felt a hand rest on his shoulder. "You didn't know that...well, you didn't know."
This other person was Crescendo. He had a pink bow-tie and a lighter pink suit with blue jeans. He was an object-head as well; an eye.
Nevada shook his head and looked over at him.
"I didn't..I didn't get us out of there fast enough. She's gone, Crescendo. She's gone, and it's all my fault."
"Don't say that."
"But it's true, isn't it?!" He suddenly shot up and faced...

short rant/vent??

    
>come out to friend as trans and gay
>seems to accept it
>nice
>talk about a boy i have a crush on
>"wait, you're straight?"
>are you kidding me

Shatter

    
Azul remembered pain. A terrible, roaring pain. An overwhelming, sickening pain. His head was spinning. He felt cold. He was keeled over on the ground, laying as if he'd been thrown to the floor. He couldn't move. He couldn't bring himself to move. He soon noticed he wasn't even breathing. He realized he'd shattered- no real issue, he would come back again.
He felt himself rise, and he smiled as his head started to put itself back together. He looked up, and his heart sank. 
Looming above him was Annihilate, the creature created from New Game absorbing too much power from a triangle. Azul opened his mouth to scream, but it was too late. The creature slammed a fist down, shattering him to pieces once more.
No matter how much he tried, the outcome was always the same until he stopped trying to come back.
He woke up again in that dead, empty black plane he always did when...

[thinking emoji]

    
hey guys what should i write for the verse/AU i have going on? answer in the comments

> A N G S T
> cute stuff
> more backstory >:0 (specify which character please)
> something else?

Clockwork

    
"Who are you?"
I held the creature in my hands. It backed up, nearly to the edge of my fingertips, afraid of me. It was a small blue dweller of Paradise. It had a sleeveless hoodie on, and had small floating horns shaped like diamonds floating near its head. It was shaking. I smiled calmly, trying to appear comforting towards it.
"Hello, little one. My name is Chronos, the god of time. Welcome to the void."
"The void?"
"Yes." I carefully knelt down and sat the creature on the ground. It immediately backed away.
"Do not worry. I am not going to hurt you."
"..How do I get out?"
My smile faded. I knew it would ask me, but I didn't realize it would ask so soon. I shook my head, and sighed heavily.
"You cannot."
"..what?"
"You cannot leave."
It started shaking. It clung to itself and dropped to its knees.
"B..But..I..I have..I have to get home, I.." ...

QnA Bandwagon

ask ya boi anything

#LoveOrSomething

    
My name is Futto Katto.
I stare out of the window of a coffee shop called The Chipped Mug. About a week ago, I met someone here. Someone I hoped I'd never be apart from.
I took a sip from my cup, and sighed. 
Why does this coffee shop feel more like a home than where I live?
The bell on the door rang, and my vision immediately shot to see who entered.
They were two unfamiliar people, chatting and smiling.
One looked..er..
His hair was messy and dyed red, and his eyes were a baby blue. His sleeves were torn short, and on one wrist he wore a spikey bracelet. He had tattered jeans.
The other seemed a little more sophisticated. He had glasses with dark brown eyes. His hair was cut short and brown. He had a slightly oversized dark green sweater, and dark blue long pants.
I didn't listen to them much, but I heard...

dsjfhkjsdfh

 
i'm a simple man. i have a bad day, i write the gay

Closer

    
"I don't understand."
Proto took another step backwards. Their eyes were widened like a deer in headlights. They stared directly at the other in pure shock and confusion. Norriam sighed heavily.
"What do you not understand..? I forgive you." Norriam tried to approach them, only for them to back up even further.
"You..Wh..WHY?!" Were they..shaking..w..hy...? Why? Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy? They ended up stumbling backwards onto the floor, but they only scrambled further back until they hit a wall. The room was already starting to glitch and distort, but Norriam refused to leave. He began approaching them again.
"I almost killed you, I--I WANTED to kill you! I almost killed Vance, I almost killed Dae-"
"Proto.." Proto curled up, burying his face in his knees.
"I was the reason the lab fell apart! I was the reason almost everyone died!"
"Proto." He was on his knees in front of them now.
"I killed Matthew--I killed everyone, I- I shoul-- I--"
They were...

Your Name Is

    
    Your name is Blixer, and you've been in the void for 8 years.
You've been bitter and angry for 7 of 8 of those years. Year 1 was crying and begging for it all to be a dream. News flash, self; it's NOT a dream. You got to watch your 'friends' slowly forget about you, slowly stop looking for you, slowly give up. If they cared, they'd still be looking. If they cared, you'd be out by now.
Evidently, they don't.
The only three others you're in the void with have wandered off. Of course they have. Looking in the distance, it seemed like one of them was..fighting someone?  Was someone fighting their way out of the void? That can't be right- everyone in the void was pink. Pinks don't really fight eachother, do they?
You catch a glimpse of blue in the battlefield, and your heart both sinks and burns with anger. This person was one...

I am

    
I am weak.
I am easily scared away.
I am so close to shattering.
I am hurt.
I am broken.
I am not happy.
I am not a good person.
I am not a good artist.
I am not a good writer.
But I can damn well try to be.

Your Ideas for WtW

I just realized how petty this sounds LMAO sorry

I mean some feedback on my works would be pretty great

Royalty

         
You can seal me away in the void
You can treat my life like a children's toy
You can lock me away like a criminal
But I'll still break out someday.

Humiliating was the fight
where I watched you get away,
However, I was finally able to 
break free from my cage that day!

You claim, you claim I'm not fit for respect and fame
I respond, I respond, You'd best obey, or you'll get maimed!~

("Now, bow to me!")
Surrender! Surrender! Quake before your new leader!
Please be so kind to erase your mind
become a peasant underneath me!
It's over, It's over, so bow down to your king!
Drop to your knees and kneel to me
It's just polite to respect
ROYALTY

Long Live The New Fresh upon his throne
No one stands a chance against me!
Can't you tell, fool? This is a New Game
and I made myself the Final Boss!

All who dare stand...

Turned to Stone

Escape

Once upon a time, there was a monster.
1,000 years ago, this monster broke the seal into our world, and nearly wiped out all of existence.
Our god, Adimus, was the first to rise against it.
After 500 years of war against the creature, it was finally sealed away into the underworld, weakened.
They say in 1,000 years, the monster will return again with a vengeance.
It will be weakened. It will not have the world ending power it used to have.
This will not stop it from killing all who remain.
[ > You turn the page. ]
[ > ... ]
[ > It's a picture of you. ]

Mad Libs

Proto

Proto is an ageless glitch/robot, who lives in Ophiuchus Labs (mostly the void, though.) Known for being cold and cruel, he wants nothing more than to become whole again. He pretends to not care about knowing he doesn't exist/is fictional, when in fact, inside, he really feels terrified. Proto’s biggest fear is death. What Proto needs is to put himself back together; the biggest thing getting in the way is Norriam.

Close to Me


I'm weak but I'll try to protect you
I'm not strong but it's the most I can do
When this journey turns for the worst
I promise I'll stay close to you

Keep pushing forward, breaking through the front lines
Ahead, danger is all I see
Pressing onward to save the divine
Please promise you'll stay Close to Me.

A place we're safe, a normal day
A monster hiding in a cave
Lurking underneath in the darkness
But wasn't he cast away?

Breaking through the surface and
destroying all we knew
The world is shifting from soft blue
to a sickening bright pink hue

I thought that I could save you
but much to our dismay
Pushed along by the water's waves
I was swept away.

I'm weak but I'll try to protect you
I'm not strong but it's the most I can do
When this journey turns for the worst
I promise I'll stay close to you

Ripped apart...

Apathy

Apathy was grey. He could not feel.
He looked around at all of the other emotions.
"I wonder," he thought, "what it feels like to feel."
He decided to ask around.

Apathy walked up to Anxiety.
"Hello. How do you feel?"
"I feel very afraid. Are you here to hurt me?"
"I am not."
"Are you sure?"
"I am not. Can you help me feel?"
"I'd mess up."
"Very well."
Apathy consoled Anxiety, then walked away.

Apathy walked up to Anger.
"Hello. How do you feel?"
"Leave me alone."
"Very well."
Apathy snarled at Anger, then walked away.

Apathy walked up to Guilt.
"Hello. How do you feel?"
"Sorry."
"Why are you apologizing?"
"I didn't say hello first."
"It is alright."
"Sorry."
"What now?"
"I made you waste your breath on me."
Apathy forgave Guilt, then walked away.

Apathy walked up to Glee.
"Hello. How do you feel?"
"I'm excited!"
"For what?"
"I'm just excited! Are you excited?"
"No."
"I'm...

Lorem Ipsum

Lorem, Ipsum,
is anybody there?
Dolor, Sit, Amet,
This just doesn't seem fair.
Consectetur, Adipiscing,
What was it I did wrong?
Elit, Aenean,
Tell me, where do I belong?
Ullamcorper, Arcu,
I just don't understand
In Pellentesque, Viverra,
My soul is hanging by a strand.

 

yeehaw


what the fuck is 'confidence in my writing' and where do i buy it

Coffee Shop


I stare into my cup, and daydream. The soft chatter and clacking of keys from the people who come to write and footsteps are all I can hear. It's cold outside, so I came in for a drink. The beverages and the shop itself are pleasantly warm and inviting. I got coffee with cream, a favorite of mine. The scent is calming, and it makes me feel tired. I can feel the warmth from the drink heating up the cup and my hands. The entrance bell rings, and I think nothing of it. I plan on staying in the shop for a while. I don't like to call my home..home. Home is a place where you feel safe, and where you're happy. Where I live is not a home. Someone sits in the booth I'm in, right in front of me. I don't look up from my cup. They greet me. I don't look up from my cup. There was...

Improbable Flavor

The Taste of Emotion


NOCTI, EMOTION CHEF
A BASIC GUIDE TO COMMON EMOTION INGREDIENTS

Wrath has a taste that scorches the mouth. It tastes like ash, burning coals, and rust. One can almost taste pepper. Once the flavor is there, it doesn't fade for a long time. One would be unable to wash it away until it fades on its own. On its own, it tastes horrible. However, it is an ingredient in some of the more favorable emotions, such as Adrenaline and Determination.

Anxiety has a cold, dry taste. There is an incredibly faint flavor of sea salt. The taste tends to linger, but can be washed out with the right emotion and ingredients. The stronger the emotion gets, the stronger the flavor. At its strongest state it tastes like pure salt and cinnamon. Can create poison mixed with Jealousy. Don't ask how I know this- I'm a good woman, I don't poison people.

Despite what many think, Love and Lust taste very...

Afterlife


[ WARNING: DANGANRONPA V1 (chapter 1-3) AND V2 (chapter 1) SPOILERS AND SOME SWEARING INBOUND ]
[ I'LL STOP DROWNING YA'LL IN MY INTERESTS SOMEDAY I SWEAR ] 




The first could barely open his eyes. The world was spinning and blurred around him. He felt dizzy. He opened his mouth to speak, but sound barely came out. A figure stood in front of a doorway. He could just barely make it out, but..familiarity flooded from it. The stranger paused. Somehow, he felt the stare from them hold onto him.
"..Taka?"
..Taka? Taka...Kiyo-taka. Kiyotaka Ishimaru. That was his name. He tried to sit up, but a wave of dizziness took him over and he toppled back down to the floor. The stranger approached him and lifted him into his arms. Closer up, he immediately recognized the face of the stranger: Mondo Owada. A sad smile formed on his face.
"..T..this must be..a dream..You're..you're dead."
Mondo mumbled for a moment and sighed. ...

Monostich

More Monostiches

 
He killed to see his family and got executed before he had the chance.
-----
He hates his own despair, so he forces hope onto others.
-----
She's tired, but I assure you, she's trying.
-----
She's still waiting for him but he'll never come back.
-----
Another tragedy, another trial, another execution.
-----
Desperation will be their breaking point.

Monostich

More Monostiches

"Please don't leave me," he said, crying into his chest, knowing this is the last time he had the chance to.

25 Words

Guilty

 
I'm sorry.
I admit I killed.
I admit to this broken promise between men
I admit to getting Daiya killed
because I wasn't strong enough.

Seasons (REMASTERED)

Summer is a man who crowned himself as king
So sure that he has power and holds the world by a string
Entirely convinced that he's of great respect and fame
Although he's such a pain, wherever he goes, he'll remain.
Nobody knows the memories, the ones that he's outcast
Look past the mask of royalty, and find a bitter past.
A tyrant ruling over a kingdom with an iron fist
Escaped before execution and he was never missed.

Spring is a lovely lass in a flowing dress of green
A child of the Summer at only age nineteen
Wherever she steps, beautiful flowers are sure to grow
Trusts greatly in her father, it's sad she doesn't know.
She cares so much for the Winter, despite the cold she brings
Sits pleasantly beneath a tree, and with the birds, she sings.

Winter is the Autumn's daughter masked in pale blue
Creating snowflakes at her fingertips, each one is something new ...

Philophobia

Those cursed words escape your lips:
"I love you."
My heart sinks
                  And I wonder
                                        Why
                                                    The
                                                                HELL
                    Would you even bother?

Turned to Stone

Escape

 
Recently, there were several murders in this town. A family of four, a police officer, and a young girl. Nobody knows who it was..but I do. I've seen The Man in the act, but I've never been able to catch him. His skin is pale, and stained with bruises like wine on a bedsheet. These were from many things, but they were mainly from some victims attempting to fight back, desperate to survive. He wears a black trenchcoat with worn out blue-jeans and a pair of brown boots. However, there is one small thing he does each time he ends someone's life; he changes his appearance. Clothing, hair color, hair length, eye color, etc.. Some say he is a shapeshifter, but that's ridiculous. I'm fairly certain that I'm human.

No Pause for Breath

Adrenaline

Burning in my brain and buzzing in my head and causing my hands to tremble
And shifting something in my thoughts
And I speak with words that aren't mine
Leaping to defend the man I'd come to care for
And everyone's suspicious
And everyone's blaming him
And they all think he's guilty
And all of it is nonsense
For I trust him greatly, and he'd never hurt a soul,
And panic starts to shake me,
And anger starts to break me,
And everybody's voted
and he's on the chopping block
and i can't feel anymore
and i can't speak anymore
and i can't go on anymore
and i miss him
and
and
and
 

Morals and Violence

 
[WARNING: THIS CONTAINS SOME DANGANRONPA: TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CHAPTER 2 SPOILERS I GUESS PUTTING THIS HERE JUST IN CASE]
 
  
 
Once there were two men,
Locked in a building with other students
Each but one had a skill
Each but one perfect at this talent

One man values order above all else
And tries to set the rules in stone
The other's thoughts are foul
And he was bitter to the bone

They nearly never got along
Challenges flying back and forth
Boiled down to a contest of endurance
But neither really won, of course

The next day they acted odd
Arms around eachother's shoulders
It was liking nothing even happened
Leaving everyone bewildered

They acted as if they'd been friends
for years and years to come
No more petty arguments
or treating eachother as unwelcome
And they were close.

When the trial came along,
Evidence against the bitter man was pressed
And yet, the other refused...

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Tired

 
You make me sick to my stomach.
You have no damn clue
how to be a decent person.
You're oh so convinced that a simple
"I'm sorry"
will fix everything.
It'll magically mend everything you said.
You whine and sob about how people hate you.
Well, guess what? 
Maybe if you learned to control yourself
and control the dumb shit that comes spilling out of your mouth
People would bother to put up with you.
Funny how that works.

Code

 
You might not see me
And ya might not know I'm there
But I am.
Always watching and waiting
Always seeing your every move

You don't know who I am,
and that's fine
but I know exactly who you are.
You're the reason I was dismantled,
the reason I was torn apart

I exist, but I don't.
I'm real, but I'm not.
I'm not supposed to be in this game,
but I am.
I'm only halfway into reality.

but y'know,
Even I find it a little sick 
How you know the parts that made you
come from another person
and you waltz around, and live.

Cry a river

 
Here you go again
Playing games and playing the victim
Praying you'll attract my attention
I won't name names
But you know who you are.

Crying and throwing fits each time something doesn't go your way
Ranting and raving each time someone says something you disagree with
Everyone assures that they're just joking
Even so you lose your shit and start the whining
Know with that attitude, nobody's ever gonna love you

wishery

 
i wish i could be a better person
but i can't
i wish i could be there
but i'm not
i wish i was better at comforting you
but i'm not
i wish my art was good
but it's not
i wish my writing was worth reading
but it's not
i wish i could be proud of what i create
but i'm not
i wish i could be able to shut up for once
but i can't
i wish i could control my emotions
but i can't
i wish i could be happy
but i'm not

Evanish

"Are you sure about this, sir?"
A man, his head an ace of spades, worriedly glanced between his boss and the machine before him. The tvhead merely glanced in confusion at him.
"Am I sure? Am I s--OF COURSE I'm sure, Doc!" He barked back, causing the other to flinch. He moved a hand to a lever.
"..And what does it do again?" Doc spoke up once more.
"It causes those who have chosen to obey..to simply disappear!" He grasped the handle.
"Wait--it's not even finished! You could--"
"Shut up, Doc. I know what I'm doing." The pulled the lever, stepping back as it lit up. A buzzing noise began rumbling from it.
"..Alright, sir. Whatever you say, Neutrum." Immediately after, Neutrum was knocked to the floor by an unseen force. A noise like a giant drum being beaten exploded from the machine each time the force shot out. Doc seemed entirely unaffected, but soon, the light from the machine...

I quit Danganronpa (not really buT,,)

I'M NOT GONNA SAY ANYTHING BUT AGHHh WHAT GAVE THIS GAME PERMISSION TO BREAK MY HEART LIKE THIS

Atone

 
[WARNING: THIS IS A CHAPTER IN A SERIES!! PLEASE GO BACK AND READ BROTHER (CHAPTER 1) AND PATHOS (CHAPTER 2) FIRST IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY]
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
I understand it's been too long since I wrote to you all. Around..seven months, in your time, if I'm correct..? I apologize.
I may not be as lengthy with this one--I don't have much to say. The time that I haven't been connecting with your world is the time where these events happened. Last I wrote, I was on the beach, shaken from what I had seen in the merchant's shop. It couldn't have been a flicker--stories of flickers exist only to bring hope to mourning families. Hope they'll see their precious friend again.
How wrong was I.
The footsteps were barely audible as they approached, a weak step against the sand. I didn't turn. I didn't want to. I only gazed into the water, mind blank. Soon the footsteps stopped,...

heck

gosh darn it to heck im cryin thanks ste11ar+kaitlyn i owe you my life ? ? 

ignore this please

 
ʷʰʸ ᵈᵒ ᶦ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵇᵒᵗʰᵉʳ
 ᶦᵗˢ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵍᵒⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ⁿᵒᵗᶦᶜᵉᵈ ᵃⁿʸʷᵃʸˢ
 

Tellie

Mic in hand,
Voice loud and grand
You must understand
He runs this land

Spouting words
You wish you heard
Your vision's blurred
Your thoughts are slurred
A common little nuisance
Who can't see the truth--
Hell's wrong with you?

(watch and listen and obey)
(here's the routine for today!)


Turn the volume up
And listen closely
Follow my instructions
Never stray from your assigned function

Ain't no such thing as 'freedom' here!
But there is no need to fear!

Don't run away, no, please don't flee!
Just sit down, shut up, and listen to the
TELLIE


Oh no, someone's tryin' to rebel again..
It's alright, we forgive people of their sin!
However, these actions come with a price.
We supply punishment to the people who think of their own device!

A fragile glass dome deep beneath the waves
Or perhaps locked for 100 years in a cage
Maybe burnt to a blackened crisp
Or even beaten to a bloody...

For the Future

Yeah.

Life sorta sucks here in the past.
Take me with you.

Finally got around to playing Danganronpa

I would die for Kiyotaka I love him so much??
I just finished the first class trial no spoilers please thanks

Something in the Water

 
Below the surface
The siren sleeps.
A parasite, digging from within,
She feasts on the whales.

Beyond the door, in the flooded floor
She calls out to him,
Pleading for him to unlock the door
And he gave in.
 

25 Words

Guilty

 
a whisp sits at river's edge
she glows blue
the stars were her home
long ago
she stepped onto the water
and disappeared that night

Host

 
the first human entered
he sheltered here
for a time
and grew paranoid.
he thought there was someone after him
he thought he was in danger
he heard voices
and footsteps
and saw things out of the corners of his eyes.
his paranoia manipulated him.
he found the sickle in the tree in the forest,
and vowed he'd kill the man who'd been stalking him.
an innocent entered.

Parasitic

 
This lab is no better than the other
Its creatures are more contained, yes.
But there is one I hear rumors of
One they cannot understand

It's impossible to contain
It's dangerous, even deadly
It lurks inside the vents
And is always just out of sight.

They say that with one touch
It can cut into your body
And puppeteer you from the inside
And you'll never wake up again

It's funny how a oblivious
How they don't see something hard to miss
But I'm not much to talk
I'd probably be fooled as well

But, who am I kidding?
Nobody suspects a parasite
Until it creeps onto their skin
And chooses never to let go

Although it's getting to that point
I'll mutate when he's on his own
I'll send my regards
For this Generic Lab Assistant
 

Taken

My mind
is broken.
My skin
has burnt off.
My voice
is silenced.
I'm stuck
on violence.
I can't feel.

She found me
Alive
And yet,
Dead at the same time
I woke up
A creature
Waiting in the hall
Waiting for one
To make it to 1000

Colored
In red
Find the living
To take the dead
Is to take
Hopelessness
From the living
In these halls
Within these walls

He made it through
Every room
And found me
At the end
To take the dead
is also to take
Wicked souls
To burn in hell
He is crooked

He destroyed
Everything
that showed up 
in his way.
He killed the ones
That did no harm
Not from fear
But from choice
His axe is stained.

He fought back
And won
And even after
I was defeated
He struck
and he struck
and he struck
and he struck
and he struck

I woke up
Hours after
I heard her ...

Forest

Deep in the forest, they say,
Is a creature lurking night and day.
Hunters share tales of it in the wood
Some claim they'd shoot it when they could.

It has antlers spiking off like thorns
And wears a black cloak, old and torn
It'd tower over most humans
And quickly catch up if they run.

It speaks with many voices
Sounds like a demon from such noises
They say the deer are like its children
So hunting isn't very common.

Those who dare shoot, however
Are assured that they will never
leave that dreaded place,
and the last thing they see is its face.

Faces

As you cross the threshold of consciousness,
You meet a small pink cat.
She speaks to you, wondering if you're lost.
A giant ticking clock sits in the center of the room.

tick.
tock.

You pass to the next door.
The floor splits into yellow and purple.
Eerie, red leeches creep along the floor.
An eye on a compass points directly to you.

Tick.
Tock.

You pass to the next door.
A small office, with a monitor, flashing text.
She speaks of a mask you wear
And pleads you don't lose yourself.

Tick.
Tock.


You pass to the next door.
Stars and space surround you,
and in the center sits the cat.
This time, she speaks of balance and sanity.

Tick.
Tock.


You leave through the same door.
An eerie blackness consumes all.
You, the cat, and a single door,
and she mutters of your shadow.

TICK.
TOCK.


She mutters of what you're going to see
And how it's something...

Merchant

Once, a very long time ago,
too far back for me to know,
Near surrounded by forest
Next to a river running quick

There lived a kind soul
His heart pure and whole
Who sold puppets, toys, and trinkets
And every child loved his gifts

But the other people in the town
Began to mutter with a frown
Jealousy flooded their senses
And they came to an agreement

That night, they snuck to steal his wares
Grabbing whatever they could find without a care
They took it all to a river
And threw it in and watched it float away

The quiet night was broken by a cry
The shopkeepers stood horrified
As the merchant rushed towards them
Anguish stricken in his eyes

He screamed that his children were being drowned
It was the final time he ever made a sound
He leapt into the river to save them
He never surfaced again.

Though this was not what they desired ...

Mother

We were only doing what she told us to do.
We chose one girl--one who's faith was doubted.
We did exactly what Mother told us, but she was angry.
How were we to know the girl wasn't pure?
I can hear Mother growing angry.
The offering was not pure. It wasn't enough.
The girl awoke again, a rusted blade in hand.
She will soon find us.

Ghost Story

Stories were passed around in this school
There was a spirit.
She's said to eat children who snuck around in the building after school.
Most of us laughed--it sounded like a stupid fairy tale. It couldn't be real.
I haven't seen Matsuri in a while now,
and she went missing the day she snuck into the building.
It couldn't be real.

Generic Lab

Click.
Click.
Click.
I hear it in the ceiling.
I hear it growing closer.
I told her, you know.
I told her we needed more sedatives.
I told her Subject 5 was growing irritable.
She never listened.

Click.
Click.
Click.
That bug..that damned bug.
Which idiot even brought that thing to life?
Which idiot thought it was smart?
Now I'm the only one here.

And soon, only it'll remain.

Romantic

 I've been stuck here for god knows how long 
Yearning to see my home again
If I'm lucky and pass by windows
I can at least hear the rain.

The sound is pleasant--it fills me with hope
It reminds me I'm going to heal
Then dread floods through me once more--
Because now I know that this is all real.

Ink certainly doesn't quench my thirst,
The taste is dull and bitter.
But I can't give up, I mustn't.
Hell if I'll be called a quitter.

I had blacked out for quite some time
When I awoke, next to me, a bottle was filled with red
From the ink I was still parched,
And I was happy I wasn't dead.

It had no label, no brand or year
But at the time I thought it divine
But it tasted so metallic--
I don't think that was wine.

I never made it out of here
I think that I'm stuck in...

Monostich

More Monostiches

One day you'll return to the stars and leave me, but for now, I love you.

Scrap

Four.
Creaking metal,
Rusted joints,
They rise again.

The first is led astray
pulled from the stage
into a lost place.
They cannot come in here.

Three.
The axe cuts cleanly,
Although I'll admit
It's hard to break them with it.

The second is next.
He drops his instrument
And mindlessly follows
Right where I want him to be.

Two.
Normally, one would feel bad.
Luckily for me,
I am not a normal person.

The third comes after him.
She treks behind it
Fooled by its words
Nearly stumbling over parts

One.
It's kind of sad, really,
How gullible they all are.
Why would I care, anyways?

The last took longer.
He stepped outside his curtains
And came to meet his fate.
He almost escaped.

None.
There's no-one left
Though, I must say..
The air feels colder.

Something moves in the cold
Something is coming.
That's ridiculous-
There's none of them left.

One.
Oh no.
No, this is a dream. ...

quitter


look at you.
you're afraid.
terrified.
the colorful world
you wandered in
you captured in
has faded.
welcome to
newmaker plane.
you are the newmaker.
the windmill
once more
has disappeared.
how odd.
nobody will ever love
someone such as her.
never again.
are these shapes
we present
all too familiar?
must you hide them
from the world?
what do you 
truly remember?
the figure, the mirror
it is not you.
i ran,
i tried to escape
i rushed downstairs,
panic in my veins,
adrenaline
pumping.
i reached the bottom,
and instead of heading onwards
down the path,
i turned right,
and became
a shadow monster man.

Pfffft

I can hear the person I wrote Mirror Mirror about talking garbage about me in the corner 
Coward

Mirror Mirror

You've left broken glass strewn across the ground
You let me cry and scream, but you never heard a sound
You always turned the blame onto everyone but you
I'd like to see you try and be alone-what would you do?

I'm getting sick of you
We're all so sick of you

Apologies mean nothing
Please, you've done enough
You've already hurt everything
And I'm tired of you acting tough
"Oh, mirror mirror,
how do I banish a wicked soul?"
"Burn it, kill it, or ignore it,

never let it reach its goal."

You've meddled with reflections
'til everybody else looks like a monster
You've screwed up our connections
But you have only made me stronger.

Something to say?
SAY IT TO MY FACE
I told you to
JUST STAY AWAY
But you didn't listen
You kept insisting
"I'M JUST TRYING TO  A P O L O G I Z E"

Apologies mean nothing
Please oh please you've done enough ...

Thief

Dear friend, my friend
We'll stay by each-other, beginning to end
And even through hatred, frustration and pain
By your side I will remain

So close since childhood,
I considered you family
I can't even remember a time
Where you weren't there beside me

How time flew by, it's almost a blur
But there's one thing I'm sure I remember
I grew homesick, thought it was best to return,
But you offered one thing before I left forever

"if you must go, then I'm
sending you off with a toast
I'd move Heaven and Earth for you,
mi amigo."


My thoughts stopped in my head
My vision twists and turns in red
Former hope burned down to dread
That day, I woke up dead.

Cruel friend, old friend,
You stayed around until my dire end
You took my life, my songs, my everything
Being by your side was a mistake

Just a little bit of poison, 
That's all it takes.

20 Starchild Writing Prompts (THERE'S MORE NOW)

Comment if you use any of these!! I'd love to see them!

  1. Write about a character, but make as it brief as possible. Your choice whether to say the character's name!
  2. Write something using the same line at the beginning and the end.
  3. Write from a monster's perspective; what's their side of the story?
  4. A demon and an angel are roommates. How do they act towards eachother?
  5. Write a robot becoming self-aware. How does it react?
  6. Make a character based off of your favorite color.
  7. Write about how anxiety feels to you.
  8. Personify the planets. How do they act? Do they get along?
  9. Write about a god who sucks at their job.
  10. Write about a drawing that came to life.
  11. Write about a ghost who doesn't know they're a ghost.
  12. Write about a demon trying to fit in with humans.
  13. Write about a vampire trying to buy new clothes--how does it decide if they look good if they can't see themselves in...

Acrostic Verse

hey guys guess which show flynn got into


Haunting melodies play through the halls
Eternal suffering leaking from the walls

Wandering through this endless maze
I can't see through this blinding haze
Lost songs no longer sing their words
Lost souls can no longer be heard

Suffering minds mutter and cry
Echoing memories let out a sigh
The demon has woken again

Underneath the ground
Sorrowful spirits make no sound

For now I will appease our Lord
Repeating old songs, striking each chord
Everlasting sacrifices until I please my God
Ethereal chanting begging to please the demon who's unflawed

Hunt

Four pieces of prey
Travelling in a group
Sticking together
Remaining nearby
Making noise
Only they understand
Armed and pointing bullets
At other predators
One by one they fall
From here I see it all
Smoke rises
Acid, bile, stains
Wicked laughter echoes
Broken sobbing follows
Yelling, charging, beating
Near immovable force approaching
And here's me, watching
Patiently
One of the prey detached
Walking away to retrieve
Something left behind
Far enough away from them
A splitting screech splits the air
A silhouette dropping from the skies
Knocked to the ground, screaming, struggling
Roaring, maiming, claws flying, blood spilling
The other three approaching
Soon I will also fall
But for now
I
will
HUNT.

Watching

No matter where you are
No matter where you go 
I will always watch you.

Convinced you're all alone
Convinced you're completely safe
I will always be right behind you.

Look into the trees, see a movement in the fog.
Look into the trees, see a flash of pure glowing white.
I will always follow you.

Running through the forests, terror flowing in your veins.
Running through the forests, for you saw the unholy name.
I will always catch you.

Hiding will not help you, you think you'll escape somehow.
Hiding will not help you, for only God can save you now.
I will always find you.

Only God can save you now.

Love in 13 Words

Whoops

You went in for our first kiss.
I got nervous.
I headbutted you.

10 Starchild Writing Prompts

Comment if you use any of these!! I'd love to see them!

  1. Write about a character, but make as it brief as possible. Your choice whether to say the character's name!
  2. Write something using the same line at the beginning and the end.
  3. Write from a monster's perspective; what's their side of the story?
  4. A demon and an angel are roommates. How do they act towards eachother?
  5. Write a robot becoming self-aware. How does it react?
  6. Make a character based off of your favorite color.
  7. Write about how anxiety feels to you.
  8. Personify the planets. How do they act? Do they get along?
  9. Write about a god who sucks at their job.
  10. Write about a drawing that came to life.

Caution

Better safe than sorry.
I trusted once
once
once
once
once
only once
just once.
He said he was immune.
He said he was immune.
Liar.
liar
liar
liar
liar
liar.
Bitten
bitten
BITTEN
bitten.
I can't believe it.
He bit me.
can't believe he bit me.
can't believe it.
bitten.
sickening.
temptation.
pain.
more people approach.
better safe than sorry.

Games

Prompt: Write something about a character from anything, but make it as brief as possible.



dimensional
black hole Opening
Enter From Elsewhere
With Assistant.
Many Faces Many Places
Static Screeches
Game? Game. Games.
Compete, Game, Eliminate, Play
Eight Teams
Eight players Each
Eight Names
Two hosts
One value known, my own
FOUR
Value X
Value None
Each time One
disqualified
Who will win
in the end
We'll soon find out.

Birthday

Today would've been his birthday, you know.
Today, Sithel would have been 19.
It may be a strange thing to miss the one you murdered, but I simply can't help but miss my brother.
Maybe I'm a madman for it. I'm willing to accept that.
Today, the merchant's shop was closed. 
I'm on that beach again today.



Happy birthday, brother.
I miss you.




SIGNED
ADITH
 

Hello?



      Can you hear me?
   
                 Who are you?


    Where are you?


                               ...WHAT are you?





            Have you seen my brother?




                      I'm worried about my brother.



   He's always getting into trouble these days..


                                  

(Belated) Day 3: Strongest Beliefs

1. Members of the LGBT+ community deserve the same rights as all other people.
2. TERFs need to stop. Just..don't.
3. Balrog is the best Cave Story character. Sorry, I don't make the rules. 8P

Day 2: Street

I don't really take walks on the street often, but when I do, I usually find peace in it. I like it when the wind blows and makes noise among the trees, and when I can see animals anywhere. I'm sorry I don't have much to say on this, I'm an indoors person.

Day 1: Describing blue

Okay, it's like..well.
It's the 5th color of the rainbow..? No, that won' t work, will it. Oh! Wait! Idea.
Imagine touching something cold, or touching water, and running your hand along it.
That's blue. Anything cold, or anything water, means 'blue.'

Humans

Humans are weird.
They breathe. They eat. They drink.
Why? When I ask, they say they have to.
I'm a robot..do I have to do that, too?

Humans are strange.
They sleep, they love, they hope.
Why..? I guess  I'll never understand them!
But, I made a friend today! I can ask him!

Humans are odd.
They cry, they smile, they act afraid..
Why? I wanna find out!
I'll go see my friend today.

Humans are peculiar.
They scream, they run, they tremble..
Why? It's only a bit of poking and pulling.
It shouldn't hurt that much.

Humans are uncanny.
Their bones crack, they bleed, their skin tears..
Why? It's only for my own amusement!
They trusted me, it's their fault.

Humans are really, truly, weird.

 

Embers

Trapped.
Underneath a piece of falling wall, I was stuck.
The fire is crawling closer. I screamed, for I could not move.
There you were, standing in the doorway. There was time.
I cried out your name. I cried for help. I cried.
I had done some things to you that were horrid, but I had changed. I had.
I was different. I tried to tell you that.
I smiled, and waited. But you didn't move.
Your expression turned into a cold glare.
You slammed the door, and I screamed.
I can feel myself burning.
You left me to die.

Redemption

I opened my eyes again.
The pain had ebbed out.
I don't remember why, or when.
Yet, I was alive, without a doubt.

I lied there for hours, what seemed like days.
When I stood, I was unstable. And then, I knew.
The realization hit hard, and left me in a haze.
I was soulless, barely alive, the happy days all through.

I waited for him to come back.
He left me there, and let me bleed.
When he finally walked in, I began the attack.
I promised myself to end you, and I stayed true to that deed.

Then, the cycle repeated once more.
I met an old friend. He was scared of me.
I killed him, as I never truly wanted to before.
Then I woke up, like nothing happened. Like I never made them flee.

I decided to try something this time.
I took the side of kindness, against the murderer I knew.
Somehow, I was happy,...

Sanguine

I didn't get a chance.
Then again, did I deserve one?
You never liked me,
I never liked you.
Every word turned to violence.

You at night, me at day.
Passing glares, containing hate.
I was heartless. So were you.
I wasn't complaining.
As long as we never spoke.

One day, during my time,
I found you.
You were there, on the ground,
bleeding out.
Did I help you?

Why, of course not.
I merely laughed.
I left you there.
It's what you deserved.
I got something in return.

Same room, different day,
the power flickered out.
The door slammed shut.
I turned, and there you were.
Bloodied, soulless,

only half-alive.
That smile. That grin.
I knew I'd never win.
Soon, I was truly heartless,
when you tore it from my skin.

Distrust

I knew I was right not to trust you.
The first day you came in, you were practically see-through.
You looked almost half-dead, but at first, I never knew.
I was a fool for thinking that you could be redeemed.

The plaguing doubt buzzed in my mind,
yet I still tried to remain kind.
I was soon to learn, soon to find,
I was a fool. I didn't stop you.

And there he was, eyes full of tears,
something I never saw once in my years,
he couldn't hide his growing fears,
but you silenced him once you grew near,

with merely a cold grin and a knife.

Baioretto

We met not too long ago.
You were distant, and did not like me,
but soon, our bond began to grow.
There was still plenty more of eachother's intentions to see.

We became partners in crime, dangerous together.
The crimes we committed, they never forgot.
We celebrated our victory, and still, however,
I still left you behind. I still left you to rot.

I didn't expect you to come back again.
And yet, here you are, standing in the doorway.
Only whatever God there is, knows what happens in your brain..
I'm not sure if I want to know, anyway.

Same routine, different plan, dearest lackey of mine.
Be more careful, this time. They all know who we are.
Don't look so sad. I'll be there, you'll be fine.
Since I know where you live, I'll never really be far.

Once more, victory is right around the bend.
They had found us, and they all knew of our crimes.
I...

Frustration

I had always had a bad feeling about you.
You made me have such a sick feeling in my gut.
I wondered, that day. Did the others know, too?
I didn't want to sound rude, so I kept my mouth shut.

I asked you, nicely, to call me by they.
You said it was stupid. You continued with 'she.'
Does it matter that little, what I do and say?
Maybe I had to be patient. Maybe that was the key.

Today, however, that bad side I felt finally came.
You laid your hands on a person I care for today.
I held you back, you left, saying you weren't the one to blame.
I promised myself that if you came back, that you were going to pay.

The Murder of Sir Prize, Chapter 3; Bones

"Wake up."
Cloak tattered and burnt, Superstition grumbled, slowly sliding an arm to pull herself up in the slightest.
"There we are.." Fate gently rubbed his head against her arm, urging her to stand up further if she could.
"I-I'm..g...getting up..." She said shakily, sitting up and looking around. Her surroundings were...well, strange to put it one way. She was sitting in pale blue sand in a field lined with stone buildings. Spirit-like entities wandered around the streets and sidewalks, occasionally stopping to chat with each other. The sky was not a blue or a black like it would normally be. Instead, it appeared to be something of a slate gray, with no clouds or sun. The only thing to be seen in the desolate field of gray above was a massive pale blue moon. Superstition sighed, rising to her feet and beckoning her skeletal feline to come along. Without her cloak hood on, her looks were revealed. Her eyes...

Pathos

3 months.
It's been 3 months since Sithel died. One of his little fans had witnessed the whole thing.
I drowned them too.
And yet, the word still ran back to town.
The moment I walked back into the streets, people were crying out and yelling at me. "MURDERER!" They called me. And they were right, but..I still hated them all for it. I still hoped Sithel was choking on the water in Purgatory, but I didn't at the same time.
Why did I miss him?
Why did I miss him?
Why did I miss him?

I wasn't supposed to miss him. I was supposed to be glad he was gone. I was supposed to feel satisfaction since he was dead. Since I killed him. But I didn't. I still don't.
Have I said how you get to the Lucidscape yet? You wouldn't want to come here.
To enter the Lucidscape, you must die in your sleep. You'll hatch into...

Brother

Hello.
I don't know who may be reading this, but it doesn't matter who it is either. Anyone from the Normal World will do.
My name is Adith. I am a being in the Lucidscape. Now, I understand people of the Normal World know nothing of the Lucidscape. Allow me to explain.
There is no color.
All water is a liquefied static.
Each and everyone has something very strange about them. For me, I can manipulate the water here at will. An old friend of mine has eyes on his entire body. Nobody took much interest in anybody's quality..
Until my brother began developing his.
My brother's name was Sithel. When he developed his, he was about 18 and I was about 19. Something..OFF had began happening to him. Yes, he was TAUGHT how to summon and manipulate fire, but that wasn't his ability. He had to learn to do it. I'm not sure if you know what they are, but...

Update!!

Hey all! Fallon here!
I'm posting this to let you all know...
Murder of Sir Prize; Chapter 3; Bones is going to be written very soon! Stay tuned!

Writing Synapses

Optimist/Pessimist Writing Prompt

An Optimist and a Pessimist are forced to live together in an apartment/house/etc. The optimist is determined to help the pessimist cheer up and look on the bright side of things, but is having quite an amount of trouble doing so. In their effort, they end up getting them and the pessimist into a rather strange situation..
(Continue from here! Name them what you'd like, do whatever you want with this)

"Sorry"

Today, you spoke to me again.
You said you wished to atone for your sin.
You said you didn't mean a word of anything you said.
Mentioned how the 'you' I knew was surely long, long dead.

You apologized for every little time you made me cry.
You begged to be forgiven for every time you made me want to die.
You asked to be back on my good side once more,
You asked to be my close friend once again.

You told me you were so very sorry.
And I laughed,
because I knew it wasn't true.

'Shadows' Writing Prompt

There is a town in a world where humans and odd shadow creatures live together. These creatures are humanoid, looking like your average person..except for a few things. Charcoal black skin, bright red eyes, long twisted horns, and pointed ears. Often, the shadows  ignore humans, and the humans ignore shadows. Most of the interactions between them are full of hatred, anyways.
One day, a shadow falls in love with a human woman he sees while on a long train ride. Not knowing how to interact with the 'normals' very well, he tries his best to spark something friendly between them. But, the question is, will he be able to?
(Write from here!)

Turned to Stone

Escape

Recently, there has been murders here. A family of four, an elderly man, and a police officer. Nobody knows who did it. Nobody but me. He is tall, and has green eyes. His skin is pale and covered in bruises from his victims trying to hit him to get away from him. He wears a black trench-coat with worn out blue jeans and a pair of silent walking boots. But, he's constantly changing his clothing to mask his identity. I must change clothing soon. People are starting to get suspicious of me again, and I can't have people knowing it was I.

Ocean

An ocean full of inky black
Everything completely still.
The moon like a massive spotlight
The cold air giving me a chill.

In the water, there are creatures
Circling my tiny boat
 Toothy smiles upon their faces
With taunts rising from their throat

"You'll never be good enough,"
Cried one from the very ocean floor
It feeds upon my sorrow
And it's always craving more

I moved involuntarily,
Like I was hypnotized
Towards the creature deep below
For as a friend, it was disguised

I plunged into the water,
Into my lungs I choked it down
All of the creatures stopped their laughing
When I had finally drowned.

Sleepyhead; Chapter 6; Bloodshot

"AWW, DID YOU MISS ME, DIMROCK? BECAUSE I SURE MISSED YOU." Void forced a welcoming grin, taking a few steps forward. Deido dragged Lori backwards to him and Kiri, next to Dimrock. Dimrock stared solemnly at his old friend and sighed.
"I was hoping you'd show up in a more passive way, friend."
"FRIEND? THOSE DAYS ARE OVER." Next to Void, another shadow a tad taller than him walked over. This ones body seemed to be severed at multiple places, and just floated near eachother dripping an inklike black blood substance.
"my dear brother, did everything come together?"
"YES, TAR. EVERYTHING WENT FINE." Dimrock's saddened gaze turned to a glare accompanied by a snarl.
"I know exactly who you really are, Cheshire." 'Cheshire' flinched, one large eye planted on his face opening wide in shock. He snarled, glaring with the eye he had.
"Shut up. SHUT UP! SHUT YOUR MOUTH, FOUL DEMON! MY OLD LIFE AND MY OLD NAME...

Sleepyhead; Chapter 5; Demonslayers

"Weapon call!" Lori shouted out, holding up her own weapon, a long silver sword.
"Claws n' fire, baby!!" Deido nearly punched Kiri in the shoulder holding them up. Kiri didn't respond, staring at the tall castle before her. The words of the legend she read echoed through her mind over and over. The Shadows were banished, to stay outside of the town of Purgatory..outside town..
"Hey. Kiri-I mean Eye? You ok?" Deido raised an eyebrow.
"Huh-Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm good. My weapon is the force my 'fingers' form." Lori smiled, nodding. "Yep, I can tell. You did a number on his fire earlier." Deido sighed in annoyance. Lori turned, knocking hard on the castle doors. It opened a crack, an eye peeked out at them. It was pink, pupils in a shape of a heart.
"Can I help you?"
"We're here to see Lord Dimrock, ma'am." Lori spoke clearly and loudly to the one on the other side of the...

Sleepyhead; Chapter 4; Legends

Quiet echos of the three's footsteps were like gunshots in an open field as they walked through the now-empty streets of Purgatory. The 'sky' was now a deep, dark blue that represented the night sky. Nearly all of the buildings had their lights off, leaving Kiri's iris and Deido's eyes to light the way.
"So, eye. Betray anyone lately?"
"Shut up, Deido." Lori snapped at him, sick of the arguing. Kiri chuckled.
"Ok, fine. I won't even tell you about the one building that has a light on with a sign that says 'Glitchteller.' Yes ma'am."
"Staaaay AWAY from that building. The Glitchteller is weird--"
Before she knew it, the two doors to the Glitchteller's building was swinging and Kiri was outside on her own. She sighed in annoyance, following the two idiots inside. Inside said building, she crossed through about 5 multicolored blankets to enter the main room. It was very small, shelves lining every single wall. The shelves...

Sleepyhead; Chapter 3; Technology

"I don't think it's supposed to do that."
"It isn't. It's not meant for interactions. It's meant for destruction of other robots."
"Defective. Eliminate it."

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Kiri and Lori were passing through the crowded streets of Purgatory, glancing left and right for anyone that could be a possible recruit.
"So..You've been here for a while, right?" Lori spoke up, breaking the awkward silence like punching a mirror.
"Yeah. I died 25 years ago and haven't rusted a bit. Unlike something I like to kick around." Kiri shrugged.
"What is said something? Tell me, I'm really curious." The EI unit's holographic eye blinked slowly. She sighed.
"Fine. Coome on." The girl was then grabbed by the wrist. 'Surprisingly good grip for someone who tiny sticks for fingers,' Lori thought. Kiri started dragging her along, eventually turning into one of the alleys. The pink glow from her iris lit up the place well. 
"Come back to beat me a little more, EYE?"...

Sleepyhead; Chapter 2; Town of Purgatory

"It won't respond to orders. It does its own thing, no matter what."
"And what do you say we do about it?"
"The other EI units worked just fine. What's up with this one?"
"Shut it down. It won't be any use."

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As Lori stepped in through the gates, she felt like she had entered a new world. The eerie silence other than the Gateskeeper outside had morphed into chatter and conversations all around her. Many spirits, some not even human, passed through the pale blue sidewalks. Buildings that twisted and turned as they rose higher and higher into the sky lined the town. Between every 5 buildings, a dark, nearly pitch black alley was located. Up on the path was a crossroads with arrow signs.  One read "CASTLE", which pointed straight ahead. A large tower, made of stone and something that looked like solidified mercury was far far ahead. Another read "GATES," just pointing back from where she...

galactic

A splotch of color within the night
Countering shadows with a bright light
A young girl, about the age of three
Lay alone, eternally.

Her skin is a midnight blue
Freckles a pale yellowish hue
Pale lips like a small universe
A fire always getting worse.

When she spoke, hardly a whisper
Could be heard from little her
But everybody noticed, the only thing they thought was there
Was the stars shining in her eyes, and the galaxies twined with her hair.

Sleepyhead; Chapter 1; The Gates

A loud ringing in the girl's ears began to die out, the blur of the world around beginning to shape itself into a land. She was laying down on cold, rough, silvery ground with the brightness of glinting mercury. Above, the sky was twisting into multiple colors. Only one light shown down, and it was a gray bright spotlight shining upon the entire land. She sat up, and looked in front of her. Two large gates, one yellow and one red, were before her. In front of it stood a man--no, a creature. He was jet black, body slightly translucent like smoke. It leaned forward on a maroon cane. A small hat floated above its head, its long tail lashing behind him. A toothy, sharp smile was plastered onto his face.
"HEY THERE!" He shouted to her. She visibly jumped, shooting to her feet.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
"THAT'S EASY!" He bowed. "I, AM THE GATESKEEPER! AND YOU,...

The Murder of Sir Prize, Chapter 2; Specters

    Tap. Tap. Tap.
    Pyre's finger drummed on the table, gazing around at all the empty chairs. This place, however, was very different from the cloud dome that belonged to the usual group that gathered around, no. This place was dark, black fog surrounding tall trees of red bark around the dim bronze limestone table. Around it, four available chairs were on each side. One chair was taller than the rest, decorated with spines and scrawlings of war and hatred. Little did Pyre know, someone was riight behind him.
    "You're here early." Pyre nearly jumped right out of his seat and into the sky, turning around. What met him was a tall man about his height with gray skin and even darker gray clothing, eyes a plain dull white. He wore a suit and tie matched with long jeans that reached down to his ankles.
    "DON'T SNEAK UP ON ME. Thank you." Apathy shrugged.
    "Alright." He moved sluggishly to a seat...

Hemophobia

WARNING: SOME VIOLENT THEMES
Blood phobia (also AE: hemophobia or BE: haemophobia) is the extreme and irrational fear of blood, a type of specific phobia.


"It simply will not stop."
It mumbled, bloodied blindfold in hands.
The human before it could only stare
As the old bandaging began to tear

A creature, formally jet black
Was beginning to drown in crimson
And beginning to stain the ground below it
Leaving this man stunned.

The red ink dripping from its eyes,
Its teeth, its claws, its tail
The human tried to run away
Yet to no avail,

As it pounced upon him
To rip apart his flesh
It first ate its fill
And then cleaned up the mess

To the next victim,
Thinking it needs aid due to the bloody drops
It almost ALWAYS says
"It simply will not stop."

Dementophobia

The word ‘Dementophobia’ is used to denote the fear of insanity. It is derived from the Greek words Dementos and Phobos which mean ‘insanity’ and ‘fear’ respectively.



"I'm not insane."
The man muttered
Towards his mind, so cluttered
Everything out of place
Shattered across time and space.

Over and over
Again and again
The man repeats this
But the more he says it
The more he doubts it

A voice rose within him
Primal, afraid,
Violent.
"Show them you're sane
If they doubt it,
Force them to believe you."

So the man listened
His yelling echoing through houses
Fields, trees, forests
A single phrase
Causing panic to raise:
"I'm not insane."

I feel sick.

I feel sick.
Not in the stomach,
Nor in the gut
as a normal person would.
Instead, it is my head
That has fallen ill.

I feel sick.
I'm always laughed at
Tossed like a ragdoll
Hit, pushed, and more
Eating away
At my thoughts.

I feel sick.
My ideas are rotting
Like an apple tossed aside
A wilting rose
That a fine gal rejected
Left behind and alone

I feel sick. 
There's nobody that I know
That I can turn to
That understands my feeling
There's just more laughing
Waiting for me to fade away

I feel sick.
And I've finally found a cure.
The light left me,
Leaving my soul dark.
I found a way to cure my mind,
but I'll never speak again.

Creatures

"Do you see it?" The man cries out
And yet the world ignored his shout
Doing their normal routine
Eternally on repeat

But this man, what he sees
Are shadow creatures that bring him to his knees
Taunting and laughing
Baring their bloody teeth

People's vision locked on their world
Ignoring beasts of the underworld
Only seen by the man
They call insane

Churning and twisting, his agony within
Finally accepting he just can't win
All the people did not know where he went
One day, he had just disappeared.

Away from him they ran
They never cared about that man
For hardly anybody noticed
When one day, his screams went quiet.

Amnesia

A feeling I can't seem to remember
Words spoken now just dust
Things I once thought of clearly
Now clouded up with rust

Knocked out in a coma
Where everything was a blur
I think I saw a being-
But I'm really not quite sure.

I think it was tall, towering above
The tallest of the trees
With one big eye of yellow
Staring back at me

It whispered cryptic comments
And never seemed to stir
It drew me in with voices
Hushed to a quiet purr

When I got close enough
It consumed by every thought
Maybe that's why I can't remember
Or perhaps..maybe not..?

Superstition

A tiny whisper in the night
Quiet voice quivering in fright
"Don't forget to knock on wood."
"Cross your fingers, for you really should."

Stumbling along close behind
Aware of fears that make us blind
"Accursed numbers; three threes plus threes."
"Please count the crows perched in the trees.."

Flames choke down the burning bone
Where all your doubts are left alone
"Opals will bring you such distress!"
"The mirrors will prevent your soul from rest."

A flaming reaper, made for death
Won't let you breathe your final breath.
"Cameras where souls are contained,"
"Up above, written in stars, our fates are surely named."

"For example;"
"What I see,"
"is a man made out of flames."
 

Miss Fortune

She sits upon her throne above
One hand upon a lever
Staring into somebody's life
To make it horrible or better

Gambling away at everyone
She watches the slots as they spin
She says, "It doesn't really matter
if the mortals lose or win."

Perhaps you'll win a fortune
And survive another day
Or maybe your spin will fail
And you'll surely be dead by day.

The Murder of Sir Prize

Two figures loomed above a cloud that acted as a small dome, gazing into the world below. They were both seated, one leaning back onto three seats at once. In the glass was a man on his knees sobbing.
"Ahh, another one, hm, Miss Fortune?" One of the figures turned, revealing their appearance. A woman dressed in a cloak with ticking clocks for pupils. She was pale, nearly ghost-white. She gripped a long staff with a clock adorning the very top, like a mage's staff.
 Miss Fortune merely nodded as a grin played at her lips. She was dressed in a long robe that trailed long behind her and her nails were painted in royal purple. Long brunette hair followed the robe to the floor. "And you, Mistress?" 
Mistress Time shrugged. "Only killed, like, 29 people of old age. Not too mu--"
Her words were cut off by the door swinging open as two figures stumbled in. One was yet...

Seasons (REMASTERED)

Summer is a man, he's not liked, even so
When he decides to show up, he never decides to go
"I'm a king who lost his crown!" he enjoys to claim
Though everyone's opinion always stays the same.

Spring is a kind woman of the age twenty
Spreading joy across the land and flowers at the plenty
Sticking by her sister of the cold winds swirling
Happily running round, in the green leaves swirling

Autumn is a boy so small
Bringing on the colors of fall
Truly the most quiet of them all,
Many doubt he's even there at all.

Winter is a quiet lass with a dress of blue,
Creating snowflakes, one after another, each design new.
Reluctantly speaking with her lovely sister of green,
​Her true personality is very rarely seen.

WILD

Serpent

Wild is the siren who rules all the shores
Wild is the woman who casts fear to the sea floor
Wild is the snake who all water-dwellers fear
Wild is the serpent-I wonder, is she here?

1 Photo, 100 Words

The Dome

A TV-head gripped his mic, showing up on a large monitor on a wall.
"WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!" It called out to an anxious, murmuring crowd. 
"KEEP IN MIND; THIS DOME IS FOR MY ENTERTAINMENT ALONE." The aquatic life swam circles around the tiny glass dome containing quivering people, mothers pulling children close to try to keep them safe.
"OH! I JUST REMEMBERED!" A large shark was far in the back, pulling closer with every circle it made around the glass containment. Soon enough, it had charged the glass, inducing screams and water leaking in.
"THE GLASS BREAKS QUITE EASILY."

Beyond Reason

How come?

How come the ocean just silently waves?
How come the fire is aggressive to the wooden trees around it?
How come the trees only reach to the sky?
How come the sunlight is afraid of the night?
How come the planets prefer to be out of sight?
How come the moon leaves the sun to die?

Becoming Human

Forest Fire

Blooming from his wooden tomb,
The man burning orange and bright.
Rising from his back, a gray translucent fume
That chokes the sky of the night.

His eyes an almost blinding yellow
Needle-sharp teeth revealed in a long smile,
Although it looks so pleasant
His intentions are most vile.

He meets the gaze of fearful stares
A chuckle breaking through the air.
Feeding from the trees and fleeing oxygen,
burning it down without a care.

As he grows in size and strength
As the forest loses color
Draining to an inky black
Everything becoming duller

When everything had burnt to the ground
And nothing else is left
The man retreats to hide once more
Rarely ever to be found.

Mistress Time

You can try to hide and try to run
But that'll just make her have more fun
Some people dread, and yet some rejoice
When the woman above makes her choice

Some are slain, some are spared
Whoever you are, The Mistress won't care

Bitter or sweet, her intentions aren't known
Some claim good to the core, some claim bad to the bone


Will you fall in your sleep or in your wake?
It's not wise to question her, such a vast mistake.
And yet the one thing that everyone knows;
"Ah, Mistress Time is a cruel mistress, no?"