Im Writing An Expanded Essay From My Post About Love, Vulnerability And Blindfolds In Jjk.

To the High Priest Cadion,

With all of the love of the OtherBeings, we hope you make it to the wedding of R. Darciest P. II and Elyrssa H. Kriftssues. We miss you very much.

...all of us.

But, moreover... how are you feeling? Are the views of the Hazel River as beautiful as they say? Are the people of Diordian nice? Have they treated you well?

Arleen isn't happy, she wants to know what you're doing, who you're with and where you are..... and frankly, I do too.

It's been many, m a n y, months since your last report. It's been WEEKS since your last letter! Are you okay?

I know you told me not to, no matter what, but I've sent some health-men to make sure you're alright.

I've missed you everyday since you've left for your annual spirit journey. And I've missed you even more since your last letter when you told me that you were going to stay in Diordian for an extended period of time.

All I can hope for is that you find your spirit again, and hope that the OtherBeings keep you safe, and then some.

With all of my love for anyone in the world,

Second High Priest London §

*<3*

the trans flag is literally so girlypop and cute

why dio people hate it?

Urban Concrete

Quick Dry Cement; No Sugar

Quick dry cement

Takes less than an hour

To harden enough

For you to walk over it.

My heart,

It's not cement

It'll never harden

Always soft.

Sugar is,

Death

Sweet and beautiful.

But I will live on.

(sweet and beautiful)

Death,

Suger is

Always soft

It'll never harden.

It's not cement,

My heart

For you to walk over it,

To harden just enough,

Takes less than an hour,

Quick dry cement.

No sugar (please).

The Running Game

WC: 850-865

Part of the backstory for my oc Billy Bunzy Trander - The Rabbit King

This is wayyy before he loses his mind and becomes a 'possessed' cult leader.

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Billy had always loved running around, aimlessly and in circles. When he was a child, when he still knew and loved his dad, they would often go into the woods and play The Running Game together.

The object was to run in the largest circle you around someone without getting dizzy, then you'd chase after the other person and tag them, making them the runner.

Billy would win most of the time, because his dad would let him, even if he was a much better runner than him, being a grown up and all. After a couple if rounds they would saunter into town for a snack.

This was during those times when people like them weren't seen as unnatural or dangerous, when they could enjoy whatever they did after playing all day.

But one day, seemingly like any other; something, or maybe even everything changed.

Billy and his dad, then know by his last name 'Trander', we're finishing up their second round of The Running Game. Billy had won again, much to his dad's lackluster 'dismay'. It was decided that since Trander was the loser (again) he'd get to be the runner and would have to chase Billy.

Putting on a sigh and an air of defeat, Trander stalked around his son; twisting, turning, skipping and getting faster whist making his circle larger.

When he finally decided his circke was wide enough, he playfully pointed his hands at Billy, who had been paying very little attention until then.

They both snapped into place: Trander, the hunter, the predator, the Chaser; Billy, the prey, the Runner.

But, instead of going immediately after him like he usually would, Trander said,

"Hey, Bill, I'll give you 45 seconds of a head start. Show how fast my genes are, I wanna see you kick up sand and dirt, kid!"

The sweet, angel like child could only nod and giggle hysterically while running away, the opposite direction of his father. When he guessed about 45 seconds were gone (,which in reality was actually an entire minute, unbeknownst to the little boy) he ducked down, under and into a 'shelter'.

It was a large hollow-ish log that had fallen into some sizable rocks; just enough space for a small child or two to comfortably hide inside.

He sat and stayed there for a while, hearing the occasional shout of his name and yelps of unrewarded 'GOTCHA's and 'FOUND YOU's.

Trander could make three guesses about where his son could be. But even though he knew where he was, he made no effort to actually look for him.

With a sigh, he called out almost half-heartedly,

"Hey, Buddy... I know you're out here somewhere! I will find you!...... Billyyyyy! BIILLYYY!"

Trander looked towards the large log and noticed his child's light up sneakers. He sighed and nodded, jogging further to the opposite side of the woods, away from the areas where he and his child could be seen playing by other people.

Nobody heard of him after that.

Billy stayed under the log for 3 hours. Once he decided to get up, he noticed how close to evening and sunset it was.

He called out for his dad but got no answer. Running back to the front of the woods, he saw his mom and some people who noticed them go into the woods earlier.

He rushed to his mother, unsure of what was really happening.

Mrs. Trander: Where's Papa, Bunny?

Billy: I no no Mama. We were pwaying d-da winning game and I was hiding so well he couwdn't f-find me... I'm so-sowy, Mama.

To Mrs. Trander, this would now be the saddest day of her life. To see her child cry tears of fear and to hear that her lover had disappeared was the worst thing to ever happen to her.

The amount of tears shed in those weeks after searching high and low for Trander were enough to make a large pond look like a small glass of water.

Billy Bunzy never played The Running Game again.

For a long time, about, 4-6 years, Joseph Trander was never heard from again.

Search parties came up empty and this only helped stoke the fire of rumors that the Faye folk and people called 'Worshippers of The Craft' were on the rise.

Bunzy had unfortunately got caught in the eye of the storm or nonsense. He and his mother were believed to be the reason Trander went missing, that they somehow transported him to the Faye Realm.

Bunzy doesn't care for his birth name anymore; he trashed it just as his father trashed them.

i’m online and ready to look at a picture!

i feel like the most obvious reason is because he parallel Alex a little bit (kinda tricking Tim to go in the annex) and also he kept putting cameras into peoples faces (called out by both Jessica and Tim)

But honestly you cant really hate him all the way. He just wants to solve a mystery and get past all the Slenderman bs. He just wants to make sure his nutjob friend Alex is okay and make sure that they don't drag anymore people in than need be </3

Also the boy is sleep deprived and paranoid, give him a break

why do ppl hate jay merrick hes just a little boy like cmon. bro just wants to investigate shit so what if he likes pointing out the obvious id do that too gitta make sure the viewers are seeing that shit “holy fuckign smokes guys did you see that tall ass mf standing there cause I SURE AS HELL DID” -jay or tim probably

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-Keep It Going Gang- chain

Two Unconnected Things

I'm falling down a rabbit hoke where I want to draw random shit from when I hyper-fixate momentarily on a singular topic. The main two (2) being.

Watership Down- you know that book by Richard Adams about rabbits having existential crisises and dealing with (from their pov) other-worldly problems? Yeah that.

Creepypasta Stuff (Slenderman, Jeff the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Ticci Tobi, etc.)

Like it's actually getting so bad right now.

2. Question: Do you think Dexter (the serial killer from the late 90s - early 00s tv series) ever stayed up or woke up at night and thought about how his brother (the Ice Box Killer) was dating/doing his sister?

Like do you think he ever processes how that worked out? Cuz Debbie is his adopted sister and that makes her related to the Ice Box Killer by proxy.

Like that's actually so weird, do you think he ever thought about that?

*foams at the mouth and clangs on my cage*

LET ME OUT

LET ME OUT

WE SHALL BE FRIENDZZZZZ

I want more writer friends on here :(

•°^:Sukuna Headcanon hear me out:^°•

Modern!Nerd! Sukuna who's into creepy pasta and (early) internet horror and is weirdly extremely obsessed with Marble Hornets.

Like he puts together Halloween costumes of Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack and Alex Kralie and somehow n o o n e gets the references??

He calls them stupid morons with no good interests but his big, nerdy, gremlin ass stays awake at night foaming at the mouth about Ben Drowned theories.

Like obsessed with Marble Hornets to the point that he tries to find the filming locations for some godforsaken reason to see if there are any clues but he can't figure out the locations because the videos were made in the late 2000s before the areas were developed.

Hell, just plain Nerd! Sukuna who gets reeaaaallly good grades but keeps them under the table because he needs to uphold an image of himself that big and bad and brutal but even though it would actually help if people also knew he could beat them with words he needs to think it was his own idea first.

Also he'e a jock I've just decided. He plays (American) football, Rugby and Hockey because they're pretty brutal and he does boxing/mma/martial arts on the side

How does he fit any of this shit in his schedule?

Fuck if I know!

Anyways that's it lmao bye