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Update: I am back
However
I have forgotten this blog existed and I am going to pummel myself HAISBSIJSS IM SORRY Y'ALL I FAILED
They'll settle things down their own way.
babygirlified an antag yet again smh.
was supposed to post this as a sketch a month ago but i got too excited š³
OBSERVERāS NOTE :
ā As college kicks my ass, Iām rising back from the dead to say: happy birthday Sam (@paperbcy)! Youāll get something nice from me thatās actually really nice. Iām not going to make this lengthy as Iām busy with college still and my mind is a mess oops. Anyways, have fun as I descend to my insanity of college in the background.ā
Halo
Winter is here.
To Orpheus, the sight was not a question to him, nor was it an illusion. As he looked onwards to his window, all he could see was the falling snowflakes, the frost decorating and climbing up his window.
He looks disheveled, his walk was so frightening and rugged. Backing away from the scene it was as if I was watching the rebirth of someone so sweet become something worse. āNortonā¦ā The mentioned male leans back, letting out a breath of air before he smirks and threw his pickax. The weapon had barely missed my face and my heart sinks to the ground, I start to let out a weak cry but couldnāt move.
Until my body moved on its own, his gruntled groans with his vile laughter and strange calls. I stop, āNorton if this is you, pleaseā¦give me a sign.ā It was quiet and yet hearing his footsteps gave me nothing but chills, however. I felt my back connect to his hand and he whispers to me, it was still so distorted.
Iām not sure why but I carefully try to hold him close. It felt, normal, hugging Norton again while he rests on my chest. It didnāt take long for us to let each other go but I tried to see that beautiful face of his and yet it wasnāt there. Just the tired eyes of a man who just wanted to survive, āWhat happened to you Norton?ā
He couldnāt even answer the question, āIām just glad youāre okay dear. But you need to snap out of it for me.ā Nortonās reactions were odd, very telling that he was what Alice called a hunter. Maybe he doesnāt look like my Norton but he still is the prospector who loved my cooking.
āDo you still enjoy pie?ā
He nods, so I canāt understand one him but he can understand me. āAlright alright.ā
āLets go.ā Holding his hand I walk ahead. He trudged behind me so obediently, it was honestly strange. It was as if I was walking with the same quiet man who was stuffing his face with my fruit tarts, and drinking milk alongside me. āDonāt worry Norton. Iāll fix this for us.ā
note: you can (and are encouraged to!) mix & match these. and they're not just for reblogs ć¼ we also welcome you into our ask box to drop these kind of asks <3
Currently going through a tiny writer’s block… orz… help me god I want to strangle it
OBSERVERāS NOTE:
ā Happy Halloween! To commemorate todayās occasion, I wrote something that is associated with the hide and seek mode. Although it was written months ago (as courtesy of my mutuals and how scared they got. Love you, Sam /p), I kept this hidden till today to post it.
This one doesnāt involve any particular x reader shenanigans, but this is made in someoneās perspective. I wanted to try and write this in her perspective, so I hope I brought her justice. Hope you guys enjoy it, because I have college haunting me this Halloween, haha! ā
The Dentistās Swamp
No survivor has spoke of the horrors of Sacred Heart Hospital. For years, that is what she had understoodā or, at least, from her memories alone.
The abandoned hospital was not shrouded in fog like now, nor was it storming every time she came to visit. It was not teeming with danger, with walls showing signs of age- at least, from her memory alone.
