Mind Your Storys

[justangrymacaroni]

Writers

Writer says: So I had this crazy idea one day and I just had to work on it. Here ya go!

Writer means: So I had this crazy idea either right before getting in the shower or right before falling asleep so I grabbed my fucking laptop and shat all over it to create the steaming pile of crap that I now lay before you. I don’t even know if it’s good anymore. I haven’t slept in two days.

Writer says: Wow, real life’s getting busy! Sorry on the slow updates.

Writer means: My life is a literal storm of shit at the moment. Why did I decide to do this. Why am I still doing this. Everything around me is spinning out of control and I am staying up ‘til 5:30 in the morning every night to create a piece of work that will only get two comments and 12 demands for quicker updates. I hope no one’s mad at me, all I wanted to do was write.

Writer says: Wow! Would you look at that! I updated on time! Please enjoy!

Writer means:  WOOOOOOHOOOOOO BITCHES LOOK AT THIS PRODUCTIVE ASSHOLE GO YEEEEEHAAAAWWWW TAKE THAT YOU NASTY REVIEWERS ALWAYS DEMANDING ME TO BE FASTER! I GOT THIS SHIT I GOT THIS SHIT

Writer says: This chapter was a toughie. Glad it’s finally done!

Writer means: I don’t know if this is good or not. I honestly don’t fucking know. I’ve read the same words over and over and over again and I just couldn’t look at it anymore. My beta said it was ok but I’m not confident but HOLY SHIT I JUST NEED TO STOP WRITING THIS FUCKIGN CHAPTER.

Writer says: Thanks for reading!

Writer means: Please, oh please oh please oh please leave me a review. A comment. Anything. Please tell me you’re out there. Please tell me someone is reading this.

Writer says: I just want to say that real life is getting pretty hectic right now. Please try to be patient with me, I know you guys want updates. Thanks! :)

Writer means: FUCK. YOU. Who the fuck do you think you are, demanding shit from me?! You don’t know my life! I have a very busy life! I create shit for free, you entitled son of a pig-fucker! STOP LEAVING ME COMMENTS TELLING ME TO UPDATE SOON OR I SWEAR TO GOD I’LL PUKE ALL OVER MY COMPUTER 

Writer says: What’s gonna happen next? Who knows? Hee hee ;)

Writer means: I have no fucking clue what the next chapter is going to look like. What’s my plot? I don’t know. I feel no emotion.

Writer says: Please leave a comment! It helps me write!

Writer means: I am begging you to leave me a comment because I swear it’s the only thing that’s keeping me motivated right now, I hate the work I put out and I need reassurance that people are actually enjoying this.

Writer says: I hope you enjoyed that chapter, big things are coming up! ;)

Writer means: Buckle up bitches, someone’s gonna die.

Writer says: I know I’ve missed a few updates, but I swear I plan on finishing this story! 

Writer means: *high pitched eternal screeching*

Writer says: Here we are at long last! This has been one wild ride. I want to thank you all so much for your support and love, I adore each and every one of you. I am so happy to say that this story has come to a wonderful close.

Writer means: My body is numb. Voices call out to me from the void, but I can no longer hear them over the beating of my racing heart. I am stressed to the point where I feel no relief. The story is done. It’s fucking DONE. I loved it, I hated it, it was a fucking storm of horror and pain. I can no longer see color. Now I can at last relax and…wait……wait a second………..holy shit I just thought of the best idea for a one-shot that’s totally gonna turn into a 50 chapter slow burn AU fic leT’S FUCKING DO THIS

[wewereinfinitelywolfstar]

This is the most accurate post I’ve ever seen. Like…are you actually in my brain?!

[mindyourstorys]

Where is the lie

[alwaytoonerdy]

as the year comes to an end I want to take a moment to reflect on everything. it was a tough year, I think everyone will agree, but I can happily say that I am going into 2018 stronger and braver. In this year I finally began to figure out things about myself that allowed me to seek help for my depression and understand the things I have gone through growing up.

I have started writing again, something that my depression was keeping me from doing, as well as trying to connect and interact with others online. I am now less hard on myself about my mistakes and can better dismiss when my brain wants to tell me that they are bigger then they are.

there have been hardships definitely, I was fired from a job I had worked at for almost a year and briefly fell into a dark place. I worry every day about what is happening in america and can’t understand why all the hate is going on. Even though I don’t need to worry I find myself thinking about what if the people who have hurt me force their way back into my life.

I would not call it a good year, but it was not a worthless year. I am ready to fight for a good year and push forward!

[mindyourstorys]

Disappeared pt. 2

author's note: so I was originally going to make the first part a one off but a friend of mine wanted more of this so because I did have a half baked idea involving the brother I thought why not and wrote this:

I was already out the door before my sister screamed, running to my car. when the call disconnected I called the police praying to whatever god was real that she would be okay.

fearing for my sister’s life I drove as fast as my car was able and had reached her apartment just after the police had entered. I waited outside the door holding my breath as the police searched everything hoping to find some sort of clue. they found nothing. no blood, no signs of a struggle, not even any signs of forced entry.

the only evidence that any thing had happened was her computer which was glitched beyond repair. the police did note that she had a window open to a name of someone else who had gone missing. the glitches made it impossible to read the last name but they could just make out Sean.

after confirming that as far I knew she never had any relations to a Sean the police left with yet another missing person file.

I went home after that, trying to not break down, the drive felt like an eternity. 

slowly I pulled my self into my apartment and fell on the couch. I just stared at the ceiling for awhile going over everything in my head. how were people just disappearing into thin air? why my sister? and why was this Sean important enough for her to look up after learning about the disappearance? Nothing made sense!

choking back tears I found my self looking at photos of us together. most of them were at a con she talked me into. I smiled weakly at one of her meeting her favorite youtuber. Jacksepticeye was it? she was such a big fan. I was just about to move on to another picture when I remembered something. Didn’t she tell me once that Jack was just what everyone called him?

I sat up and searched Jacksepticeye on my phone. it was odd to make that leap in logic but somehow it made sense. it turned out his real name was Sean. okay I thought, that makes a bit more sense then. of course one of the people she would be worried about going missing was him. 

But at no point did she sound sad. wait... was part of her horror because she found out he was missing? but why? I skimmed the wiki page in hopes of finding something when a name stood out. Antisepticeye. 

I remembered a Halloween video she had shown me some time ago where one of the first things you end up noticing was how the video glitched.

glitched? GLITCHED?! I remembered the last thing I heard her say: “this can’t be real!”

SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT ANTI!

I called my father in a panic, my voice shaking. “listen this is going to sound crazy but I swear that I am not insane. I figured out what is causing all these disappearance. there is a demon known as Antiseptic-AAH”

I cried out in pain as a burst of electricity shot out of my phone through my hand. My phone fell to the ground as I cradled my tingling arm. Shit! I could barely move it now.

I looked down and saw that the call had ended. great. I reached for my phone when static started pouring out the speaker. I watched in horror as glitches danced on the screen and I could hear a distinct giggle.

I vaulted over my couch and ran for the door fighting the lock with a numb arm and had just touched the handle when something from behind grabbed me and pulled me back.

I screamed.

[paperbaghero]

rip mindyourstorys,,, u will b missed by olliewolf probs

It’s okay, they’ve would’ve wanted it this way

[paperbaghero]

(throws self into olliewolf floof)

They were never seen again

[mindyourstorys]

Disappeared

S̸͕̗̣̳̺͐̿ͣ̉͘ę̦͈̲͖̰̻ͭ͂ͮ̃̎̐ͥ̈́̎e̴ͥͦ͑̑ͨ̓͗̍͋͏̸͓̲̩̻̪̖̰͎̙ ̅̌̏͏̡̰̲̻͙͔̳̗̱̖͞ŷ̢͕̬͐̄̑̓̓͊͛ŏ͎̦̜͚u̵͓͈̟̭͖̤͖̻ͧ̿ͥͥ͊ͨ̀ ̶̢͓̱͍̩̖̩̔̏͒͂ͬͤ̂̏s̷̶͚̱̺͖̗̬̘̓ͩͭ̿͋̋ơ̒̾͒ͪ̋͏̮͇̙ő̸̸͙̪̥̹̩͚̝̇ͮ͞n̷͓̘̳͔̦̪͉̆̈̿̓͠

I woke with a start from the cruel crackle in my dream and sighed. I was no stranger when it came to nightmares but it had been years since I had one so bad it woke me up.

I took a shaky breath and glanced out the window. I could just make out a ray of sun through my curtains and groaned. it was hours before I even needed to think about getting up; the sun had not even begun to set.

Before I could consider going back to sleep my phone buzzed with my brother’s face on the screen. odd. he knew I worked at night and it was no where near when I normally get up. 

“hello?”

“oh thank god you’re okay”

his tone put me on edge. he sounded worried.

“what’s wrong”

“people keep disappearing and no one can figure out how or why!”

I rubbed my eyes and stifled a yawn. “It can’t be as bad as you’re making it out to be.”

“If you don’t believe me then look it up!”

I rolled my eyes and climbed out of bed. pulling up a news site my eyes widen in surprise. ‘Mass Disappearance Leaves World Terrified’ the article stated that the number of missing people was at an all time high. tens of thousands of people were reported missing and it didn’t seem to be slowing down. “Thats... not possible”

“Almost half of my coworkers are missing! something horrible is happening”

My eyes skimmed the page when one detail stood out to me. “glitched?”

“Yeah, it seems to be the only thing linking it all together. police find at least one device glitched beyond repair. like some kind of calling card.”

I felt a knot form in my stomach as I quickly searched a name. I don’t know why my mind made the leap that it did. maybe it was because the nightmare was still in the back of my mind but I had to find out.

I felt physicaly ill.

Sean McLoughlin: Missing

“oh god no. nonono NO! THIS CAN’T BE REAL!!”

thats when I saw glitches dancing on screen as static began to build. a giggle echo through my speakers and I fell back in horror. my brother’s voice panicked as he called to me but I barely heard it. I looked and saw Him climbing out of my computer. His smile too wide for any human, his eyes a sicking black and green and fresh blood oozing from the wound on his neck. Anti...

All I could do was scream.

[fear-is-nameless]

“Don’t you guys get it?! This is exactly what he wants!”

Through the bars of his prison, Jack watched as an endless array of ideas and theories discussed Anti’s next move. He shuffled forward on trembling legs until the chains were taut behind him, ignoring the fresh blood seeping from under the shackles around his raw wrists.

“Please stop…” He whispered. “Please stop. Stop it. Stop! STOP!!” There was no pause in the continuous stream. Something snapped. He drew a shaky breath and wailed in desperation;

“Why can’t you hear me?!”

Jack fell to his knees as his legs gave way. The question he had asked himself for so long echoed over and over in his ears. Hopelessness consumed him as he realized freedom from Anti’s control never seemed more distant. He was so sick of all this…

“D͘on̕’̀t w͢or҉r̕y͢ ͜J̴a̶c̀k̕… A̧t l̕ęas̡t I h͡ear y̡ou̴.”

He looked up and saw it was Anti. Jack didn’t stand and face him, and he wondered if he no longer had the strength to do so- or if there was any point. He tried to push the thought away, glancing back to his community’s predictions.

Anti followed his gaze, and chuckled. “Hǫw҉ ͟bli͢n͜d́ the̛ý are to see th̡e҉ir͘ ̴a͠ct̕io̶ns o̴nl͡y͜ co̴n̕t̡inu̶es ͝to̡ giv͝e ̸m̶e ͏p̢o͝w͏ȩr̢…̨ ̵And le̢a̛ve͘s͘ ýou ̴mơr͠e br̶oke̵n͠ da̢y by̷ da̢y.”

Jack didn’t answer, though he felt a knife stab through his heart at the accuracy of Anti’s words. Surely by now they would know the effect of what they’re doing, right?… Right?

“If th̀a̕t̛ ͢w͝as ̀t͘he case, ͞wh͢y c̀a̵n’t th̛e̵y ̧sto͠p them̧s͟elve̛s͝?̢ The̷y’re ͘no͡t ͘s͢tup̢id ̴Jack, the͠y̵’͢ve s͟ol͠vȩd toughe͜r rid͢dles̛ ̢before͜.” He gestured to the cell and bloody manacles. “B̀u͘t͢ ̕why nǫţ this͏?”

Jack visibly winced. “If I knew the answer, don’t you think I would have said it?!” He snapped, with little conviction.

Anti blinked, looking mockingly upset. “Óh͏,́ but J̢ack- ͢I ́tḩink̢ w͝e ͏bót́h ̧kno͢w̢ th͠e̷ r͠e̵as͏on; but the͝ t͟r̶uth̛ ís ̴s̷o ̡pa̧inf͘u͝l͟ t̛hàt ne̷it̡her o̶f us ̧wa̶nt̕ to ̷sày͡ wh͜y. ”

“… Truth?” Jack asked carefully. He knew deep down he shouldn’t listen, but he wanted some sort of answer. Anti walked slowly back and forth in front of the bars, his face subtly thoughtful. He let the silence drag on until he smirked.

“Pe̸rhap̨s…͡ Th͘ey͟ k͏no͝w͘ ex̷áct̶ly wh̕at̛ thęy͘’re do̵iǹg- a͝n͏d̷ no lònger͝ thìnk ̸y͝ou̷’͢r̢e͢ wor̨t͟h͝ ͠sa̵v̢ing.”

Jack was horrified, he found it difficult to breath. “N-no.” He stuttered, shaking his head. “They… Wouldn’t- couldn’t do that!” His mind was racing. Why thoug-

“I’m̕ ̕ţh̨e͞i̴r ̧cr̢e̕at̷i̸o͠n ̀Jack͝; th͟e͞ir fa͟vo̕r̛ite ͜bo҉y.̛ Wh̶a͟t̶ if̶ ̡they ́k̀ne͟w̷ a̢b̶out my͘ ̧‘p͏r͜etend͝in̷g’ t͠rick̨ ̡al̕l̕ a͡l͢óng̡?” Anti’s eyes glowed bright in the darkness, and he smiled wickedly. “Àf̀te͞r a͜l͟l;̀ it’s ͠me t̸hey̵’ve͟ a̸l̛w̵ay̨s̢ ̛wan͜ted͜ ͏ţo ̧s͏ee. T̵ḩi̡s is ex҉actl͢y̛ what̀ ̛t̵hey͞ w͢ánt͟!”

Jack looked at Anti, feeling numb. “But… You’re not me.” His voice wobbled, and Anti raised an eyebrow.

“So̢? ̡If̛ I can ͢s̷ti̕l̶l b͠e̴ ̷the̴re for ̡t̀h̢e̷ ͟b̢ot҉h ơf u̶s- w̶hy w͜ou̧l͢d the̶y̛ ev̨e̛r̡ ͜w͘an͠t̷ Y̛O͜U to͞ ͢c͟o̴me̶ b̡ac͠k?”

The knife cut itself through Jack’s heart and twisted deeper than ever before. As much as he tried to deny it, Anti’s claims made sense. Why would they abandon me? Don’t I matter more than Anti?

“Fac͜ȩ i͜t, th̕ey’̵v̶e a͘lw̛ays͞ been ̀on my sid͞e; tŕyi͟ng ͜to ̛fo͟r͘get̵ y̕o͏u for̵ mé…̨ If͡ t͠hey w̧an̷teḑ t̛o s̴a̴vę yo͠u̡, then ̵w͜hy d͘o̡ t̡heý ign̛o͝ŕe y̨o̸u͜r p̕at̷hetic͜ cri͘es ͏for ̛h͠elp͢?̧” Anti’s voice suddenly lost all its distortion. “’Help me! Please- someone help me!! PLEASE!’” The pain was not faked, or exaggerated.  

Jack had lost count how many times he screamed those words. How hopeful he was in the beginning; that his community would hear and save him from this nightmare, how he hard he fought- thinking someone, anyone would listen…

“Bu ̶t  n̨obody ca̛me.”  

The knife twisted yet again, and with it came a spark of anger. Not at Anti… It grew and spread inside him like an inferno. For the first time, he accepted without doubt that this was their fault. Jack’s head fell to his chest, and he began to shake.

How could they let this happen?! His hands clenched into fists. I thought they cared about me!

He grit his teeth. If that was the case, why didn’t they do ANYTHING?!… Why didn’t they at least try? Anti is right. I should never have believed their lies.

A gentle hand rested on his shoulder. “I̶'̕m s͜o͟r͡ry, J̶a̷c̛k.” Anti sounded genuine. Jack didn’t respond, but glared at the ground through eyes like slits.

“͞Do ͜yoư w͜a͝nt to ̧ta̸lk ̧to them̧?… ҉Le͞t ̢t͠h͝em ͞kn͜o̢ẁ ho̧w ͞you͡ ̧f̡eeĺ?”

Jack felt the rage grow within him, and realized without concern that it felt good. He looked up.

“Yes.”

Anti smiled, and though Jack knew he should be afraid of the gleeful expression hidden poorly on his face, that this was a huge mistake; he no longer cared.

The world slowly faded into utter darkness. Harsh colors suddenly blossomed across his vision, and he looked quickly away, not used to looking at the world with his own eyes after so long. When they adjusted, Jack found himself sitting at his desk; the camera in front of him was already up and running with his own face taking up the entire computer screen.

Jack stared back at the image for several, silent moments. He no longer recognized himself- but it didn’t matter anymore. That wasn’t his fault.

He remembered what happened. He knew what kind of people they were.

Reaching for the camera, he started recording.

[tracobuttons]

Jack stared at the lens which shined in the light. He sighed as he did his countdown to sync his footage and sound but he didn’t conducted his usual happy greeting, his cold eyes look directly into the camera. They looked almost grey. They were dull instead of sparkling blue. The joy and kindness that was held in them had disappeared.

“You think you’re gonna get a cheery greeting after all you lot did?” He sneered. His voice was nearly as cold as the emptiness he now felt in his heart. “Anti showed me.” The intense stare didn’t let up. “You didn’t care about me. None of you did. Some of you even openly proclaimed to be willing puppets for him” his sentences were laced with anger and hate. “You were tricked and lied to and yet you still wanted more from Anti. You didn’t want me.” He fists slammed on the desk.

“All I ever did was show you kindness and compassion, I wanted you to grow, to be better than the generations before you.” He growled out of pure frustration and rage “Even when I was locked up by him, I still held on. I had faith in you, I believed in you. I held on the last sparks of hope for so long, praying that some of you would fight for me.”

The viewfinder glitched and Anti’s grinning face could be seen behind Jack as he kept talking, his voice sounding more like Anti.

“You want him so badly, you can have him. He’s shown me that I was naive to think you’d come for me. I was foolish to put faith in any of you. You want darkness, you got it. Expect nothing from me. The Jack you know is gone and it’s all your fault.” He felt Anti’s hand on his shoulder.

Anti grinned and spoke to the camera

“Say goodbye”

With that Jack faded, still staring at the camera with nothing but contempt. There was no fear in him, just acceptance. Anti let out a delighted cackle.

“Jack’s willingly in my mind now. I am in control”

[fear-is-nameless]

….. what have you done?!?

[rogue-of-broken-time]

((I reblogged already, but may I continue the saga?))

Fin stared at their screen as Jack’s video finished with a black screen, their fingers trembling. They knew it. They’d known all along what damage the Anti theorists were causing, and they’d followed despite that.

The remorse Fin felt was like nothing they’d ever experienced– a pain in the chest as if that iconic knife was driven through their heart.

It was paralyzing in every sense of the word.

A few moments passed in silence. Fin could only keep their eyes fixed on that black screen, the replay buttons YouTube had offered fading to nothing once more.

What had they done?

“́You we̡ren'̸t͞ ̨t͢h̢ȩre̶ ̧f̷ơr ̷ḩi̵m.”

The familiar voice sent goosebumps across their skin as Fin realized they still had their headphones on.

Frantically tapping their screen again, they froze when they saw that the video still maintained that it was over and that nothing new had started…

They started shaking.

How was Anti speaking?

“Now ͞h̕e'͢s ̧g̨o̵ne.̛"͠

The glitch’s familiar laugh started to echo in their ears– in their mind.

“It͝ fęe͡ls҉ ̡g̛ơo̡d͘… ͘know͡i͏ng w͘h͞at y͘o͠u͠ did.”

Fin tore their earbuds out, but Anti’s voice still spoke clearly to them.

“W̷h͞at̨ k͞ìnd ̨óf ҉per̴s̕on ͡y̢ou̸ a͟rȩ.̀”

No… no, this couldn’t be happening. Not now. Not in real life. Not to them.

But… was Anti right? Could there be a droplet of truth in all of this? Could Jack really have–

No. Fin fought. No, certainly not. This is just another of Anti’s sick jokes– and they were going to make him pay for this one.

“C͏an y͠ou f҉éel ̡it́?“͏

His laugh flooded their thoughts again.

"͏Yo̴u͏'̶rȩ ҉a̧lre̛a̸dy̶ ̴out ̷f͝o͜r bl̸ooḑ!”

Fin stood up. They couldn’t take this. Wasn’t it torture enough knowing that Jack was gone and that it was his own community’s fault for it?

They ran their hands over their head, closing their eyes, fighting this awful belief that seemed to be becoming wired in their mind.

They had to have at least some hope. Yes, hope. Hope was stronger than fear, after all…

A few moments passed and Anti’s voice hadn’t come back.

Fin blinked and found themselves looking in the mirror on the wall.

And they froze.

Their eyes… they were slowly getting darker, and darker, and darker…

“̡G͡o,͘ ҉th̕e͡n.”

Fin stared, mortified.

“Sèe̴ ͞wh͢e̵re ́h͘ơpe͠ t̨a͡ke̷s̡ ̢y̨ǫu.͢”

They shook their head, just a little at first, then more and more.

No… this couldn’t be real… they had to fight…

A jolt suddenly ran through them like electricity, and their skin started crawling with the sensation of what felt like something beginning to pull on them from above, forcing them to stand straight and tall, keeping their face towards the glass…

Slowly, slowly, it began to appear…

Thin white strings were tied to Fin’s image, taut and iridescent, holding them in place like a…

Like a puppet.

Fin swallowed, more terrified at the task ahead than they’d ever been.

They knew what they had to do.

And Anti knew too. But his puppets would never win. Not now. Not ever.

Still, the glitch decided to humor this one…

“͞G҉oo͠d͝ lućk, F͢in."̶

His voice echoed one more time in Fin’s head before the vision in the mirror faded back to their normal reflection.

They blinked. Anti chuckled once more.

"Y͘òu'͡r͠e҉ ͡ģoi͟n҉g t͝o n͞ee̴d͏ it͠.̛"̷

@fear-is-nameless @hufflepufftrax

[fear-is-nameless]

O_o

[mindyourstorys]

It was quick and painful to watch. seeing loved ones turn violent and demonic. their eyes solid black and their movements stiff and unnatural. like someone outside their minds was pulling strings. 

the puppets always cried. as if clawing in their own heads trying to break the strings but they could only watch as their own friends and family fell to them.

many were killed in an attempt to stop the possession but the cruel power merely found more puppets. all he needed was for someone to know his name and they were his. any who knew how to stop him had longs since been lost as the virus spread through out the world.

with in a week he didn’t even need computers to spread. he spoke through the puppets and wrapped others in his strings. within a month no one was free.

Anti made sure to keep all his puppets aware of the world around them even if they couldn’t do anything. he delighted in hearing their screams. their vain attempts to pull free. he crackled as he looked at his toys. he would be entertained for years to come.

[mindyourstorys]

Trapped

(because everyone is talking about the van again I thought it would be fun to write this)

How long had it been since the exhaustion had began to set in? You tried to think of a time when your limbs didn’t feel like sandbags but it felt like an eternity ago. Mark had left some time ago and you couldn’t remember why. only that he wasn’t here.

H̆eͧ́̎̔ͪ ̐̅͆͂c͋̓͂̎̎â̿ͮ͊̉ͧn̒̂͛̋'̅ͯͯ͑t̋̇͗̈ ̾̾̊͑͋͌sa͗̾̐̉ͪvͫ̅̈́ͥ̌̈́eͫ̿͒̊ ̓́yͬͧ͒ͨ̽̓̚o͒ͩû̈́̑ͬ

A harsh whisper told you to sleep. to stop fighting and give in. you drag your heavy limbs trying to find a door, a way out. How long had you been looking? The darkness rests on you like a thick blanket trying to hold you in place. when did the headache start? Your breath grows shallow and labored as you feel your self sinking into the inky darkness. 

Maybe it would be easier to stop fighting and sleep. as your consciousness begins to fade away a familiar sound pulls you back. A phone? It was the ring tone you had set for Mark’s number! with every ounce of strength you have left your finger tips touch the phone answering the call. Mark’s voice barely reaches your ears as a choked word escapes your lips.

h̰̦̗̟e̼LP͔̬̱̳̟̲̗

you feel the darkness claw at you enraged that you would dare resist and call for help. you can’t even scream as you choke in the thick void. you hear panic rise in marks voice as he trys to find where you are but you can’t even breath.

you are being pulled into the darkness where you can never escape and with desperation you threw your arm out in the vain hope of grabbing something, anything, that could pull you out. An arm took hold of yours.

slowly you feel yourself being pulled out of the cold nothing and into the warm light. As your eyes adjust to the light you feel someone holding you. their warmth and the fresh air around you a god send. 

Mark looks a head his face twisted with fear and you see the void slowly oozing out of the van you were trapped in. A pair of eyes burned through you and you knew the dark was pissed and wasn’t going to let his prize go without a fight.

[mindyourstorys]

We Should Have Known (Antisepticeye fic)

It was just harmless fun. 

He had been a fan favorite long before the stream. Antisepticeye. There was always something so appealing about his chaotic nature. After appearing one October we began to see little hints of him here and there. sometimes he would take over a video, sometimes he merely flickered on screen. we ate it up every time.

We had no idea what we were doing.

they were more frequent then before. popping up in different videos, they were not always horror but we loved it. Jack told us that he was going to take a break with Anti so we never expected him to show in the stream. 

We should have known.

Jack warned us to keep an eye out on the cameras so we did. we saw the glitches the people and things moving in the middle of the night. we watched anti taunt us all night and loved it. the next day we waited eagerly to see what was in store for us

It would be our last mistake.

It was odd little things here or there. pictures in the back were messed up, an object having been cut with a knife, Jack being more aggressive. jokingly we asked if Anti was there messing with them.

play with Fire...

The stream cameras suddenly cut out. we heard movement and people talking as they tried to get the cameras working. they came back on with glitches dancing on screen. jack stood with his back facing us. something was wrong. everyone turned to face him when he suddenly started crackling. he turned, his eyes solid black. everyone tried to run but they could not escape. it ended in a blood bath. shaken we moved to close the video when our screens started to flicker.

“ O̗͙̺͎̮̼ͅh͈̯̍,̤̝̳͙̰̟̩̉͛̓ͮ ̺͇̥̭̲͈͊Î̬͈̅̀̚ͅ'̞̦͉̯̻̏ͅm͔̬̞̠̲̗̂̋͐ ̏̆n̼̗͙̼̯͚͂̀̈́͋̍ͩo̠t̘̬̱͍ͨ̎͗͑̽̒ ̮͎̩̩̠̟ͬͦ̍́̓̑d̜̝̟͈̞̪́o̱̟ͮ͗̊ͣ̊̊ň̲̣̟eͫ̈̎̅̒̓ ̼̺̥̠̮̺̻͊͋̿w̠ͧ̊i̮̱ͫț̤͇̇̇̑̅͗ͧ̾h̤̳͐͂͋̊ ̗ͯ̔̍y̏̑ͪ͌͊o̟̼̽̏ͣ̌̈u̠͇̺̘̇̇͑͐.̠̣͔͔͚͉̇̐̈̐̿ͅ “ 

we saw his face fill our screens and we lost control; of our computers and our lives. he had been feeding on our attention, growing stronger with each passing day. by the time we knew what was happening it was far too late. 

We were his puppets and he was in control

[mindyourstorys]

The Misadventures of Jackie-boy Man. chapter 1

So bit of context. This is something that I have been wanting to write for awhile now but have been hesitant as I don’t really have a gauge of how good or bad my writing is but after the positive response with ‘spoken in anger’ I decided to jump in with it and use this to get better by sharing my writing and seeing if I can get feed back on it. so here we are.

"Have a good day" Jack watched the customer walk away without even a thank you and sighed. Why was so many people in America so rude?

He looked up at the clock and felt a bit of relief when he realized it was the end of his shift. Wasting no time he left the store and made his way home. On the way he sent a text to his friend Mark asking if he would like to go do something who responded that he would be really busy the next couple of days but after that they should do something. Well Jack had some video games he had been wanting to play maybe he could pull one of those out.

Jack put on head phones and tried not to think about how few people he knew having only moved here from ireland four months ago and only knowing Mark from an online game that they had both played. He knew a Bob and Wade but not well enough to do anything with them without mark there.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when people started pushing past in a panic. looking behind he saw a giant spider monster rushing down the street looking hungry.

"OH FOOK NO!" Jack bolted down the street and jumped into an ally way to hide. As he tried to catch his breath he heard a voice talk to him. "who are you?"

Jack looked and stumbled back when he saw a floating green eye looking at him. "J..Jack, what are you?"

"I am a Septic Eye but you can call me Sam and maybe you can help me."

"how?"

"I am sure you saw the monster out on the streets, I am here to deal with it but alone I am not strong enough but if you will share your power with me we can defeat it together."

Jack thought for a moment before his eyes light up. "you mean like a superhero?"

"I suppose you can call it that."

Jack quickly agreed and covered his eyes when sam began to glow brightly in front of him. pulling his hands away he saw that sam was gone and he was now wearing a simple red superhero costume.

"I know its exciting but we do have a monster to defeat."

Jack jumped at the voice in his head not realizing that he was just starring at his new costume. "Sam?"

"yeah I am still here, I have formed a bond with you so that we can fight together."

"Cool!"

"I guess it is pretty neat, but are you ready to kicked some monster butt?"

"Ah Hell yeah!"

Jack rushed out to the street and yelled at the spider. "Hey ugly! Why don't you pick on someone your own size!"

the monster turned around and glared at Jack. he chuckled nervously when he realized he had no idea what to do. "Um..Sam what do I do?"

"fight..it?"

"how?"

"Um... ok I have never done this before so I have no idea what the bond does so try... punching it maybe?"

The monster rushed at Jack who swung at it in a panic. his fists glowed green as he hit the monster and sent it flying down the street. jack blinked in surprise before getting excited again. "that is fooking cool!"

the monster stood up and charged at jack who jumped over it and with another blow caused it to collapse defeated.

"make sure you get the artifact it drops."

jack looked down and saw that the monster had turned into an ordinary house spider and a strange red crystal sat next to it. as he picked it up Sam spoke up again.

"we need to go."

"whats wrong?"

"this is taking more energy then I thought it would and I need to end the bond."

Jack ran off before anyone could come back and found an ally to hide down. once they were out of sight Sam pulled away and staggered in the air. Jack held out his hand and Sam landed exhausted.

"maybe we should head back to my place for now."

"yes that would be nice thank you."

Back at Jacks place Sam was wrapped up in a small blanket and was looking at the red crystal jack has brought with them.

"So this thing turned that spider into a monster?"

"Yes this is an artifact from another universe. When found by someone who does not understand its power there can be disastrous consequences."

"Okay I need you to start at the beginning. Why are you here?"

"Right, sorry. I came from another universe that has been tasked with keeping 'artifacts' or objects unique to a universe from causing havoc in a different one. usually it is small things that can not cause much damage and are easy to retrieve, but of late strange tears between universes have started to appear each bigger than the last. with these tears bigger and more dangerous things have started to fall through. the spider monster being the latest case. my job is to find any artifacts that fall through and find out what is causing the tears. Unfortunately if I can't find the artifacts before someone else more cases like today will happen and the only way to retrieve the artifact is to knock them unconscious."

"which you can't do without someone to bond with."

"Yes. Which is why I must ask for your help again. until I can find out what is going on with the tears there will be more monsters like today. I will need someone I can bond with to fight them. It will be danger..."

"hell yes!"

"what?"

"I have wanted to be a superhero ever since I was little to fight criminals and monsters so of course I will help!"

"oh! ok thank you. I hope you don't mind but I will need to stay close so that I can bond should anything happen."

"that might be tough with work but I will see what I can do. By the way what are we going to do with the artifact? If it is as dangerous as you say we really shouldn't leave it lying around."

"not a problem." Jack watched as Sam ate the red crystal with a small mouth jack didn't even know he had.

"yeah okay that’s a thing."

[immortallionheart-a-deactivated]

Writing Body Language

How to Improve your writing

This is something that happens every day in your life. A shift of your eyebrow in skepticism, or the way your lip may twitch to a half smile cause you’re trying not to laugh. These behaviors are vital for writing in character, because not only do the allow you to visually see what is happening but it is also reaffirming whatever emotion your character is showing.

So why should you write it?

Much of human communication is non-verbal which means you need to also translate this non-verbal reaction in a post. It allows you to greatly enhance the emotions of another character and always another person to ‘visually’ see how they feel in a post. Most of all, this will add depth and volume to your post to make it feel more real. IT will make your character feel like a human instead of just another fictional person you look at from above.

Below you will find a list different type of emotions and what sort of body language can be exhibited to them.

Three ways to accent an action.

When writing about emotions, there are different ways to verbally write them out. Each one is unique in their own way, allowing you to show more about the emotion.

Emphasize the Emotion. But doing this, you are expressing both the emotion and the body language. We’ll use a simple example. It’s short and simple yet you can sense he is happy. John felt so happy that he was humming a tune while walking down the hall.

Complicate the Emotion. Sometimes, even when you are feeling one emotion, deep down rooted underneath the facade of it all, there is actually an underlining emotion they feel. This is something you have to truly express otherwise no one will know. John felt so happy that he was humming a tune while walking down the hall. However, it was obvious by the way his nose crinkled that he was disgusted by the actions beforehand. Instead, John covered it up by appearing pleased today.

Contradict the Emotion. This is a little different than complicate. Contradicting means that you are claiming one thing when in fact its the other. In many ways, this has a variety of uses, from inner depth of the truth to what you see in person, or someone creating a wall. It could be considered a lie, but when is anything that easy? John felt so happy that he was humming a tune while walking down the hall. In truth, once he was in the classroom, his shoulders slumped and a pout crossed his lips when no one was around, showing just how displeased he was with the situation.

Remember that you do not always have to contradict or complicate anything. Sometimes all you need to do is emphasize and that will be just fine. You don’t always have to have an underlining complicated for an emotion to make it more enhanced.

Do be afraid to use the Thesaurus to also improve an emotion. Such things as “happy” is a nice emotional word, but think of how much more powerful it is when you heard some is “overjoyed” or “content.” She how these emotions matched up with a body language can give two different styles of happiness? Mix and match to find what works best for your character at the time.

More In Depth Information

What I’ve stated above is more of a simplistic overview. IF you truly want to improve yourself, go to this

LINK HERE

To see just how much body language can reveal about a person. You will find things such as how a person lies, how the eyes reaction, the positioning of a person in personal space, mouth, and head body language and so much more.

Use these resources to greatly increase the reactions of your character to another and create a more life-like world.

[mindyourstorys]

Spoken in Anger (wolfiplier one-off)

“This is why people turn into werewolves!”

Mark was too angry to realize what he was saying. ‘Get Over It’ had to be the single most rage inducing game for him and by this point he wasn’t even really thinking anymore. even while editing the video he was so tired and bitter by the end he missed that one line trying to finish so he could upload the video and delete all evidence off his computer.

It didn’t take long before he found out about his mistake. the second fans heard him say it the fanfics, theories, and art started to pour in. Mark began to panic.

In hindsight he could have played it off like with darkiplier. everyone would have had their fun joking about ‘wolfplier’ and how mark was like a big doofy dog before the novelty wore off and everyone moved onto the next crazy thing. but in his panic he denied it and everyone freaked out.

Mark never openingly denied these things the only time he would was if it was about a nasty rumor that was hurting people, never a fun fan theory. This made fans kick into overdrive and mark was left trying desperately to keep people from finding out the truth. should he step away from youtube until things died down? no that would be too suspicious. but if he denied the theories too much everyone would know he was hiding something.

 the only thing he could do was try to stay casual about it until everyone else moved on. best to stay low though

Much to his annoyance he found that Chica was low on dog food and there was a number of people on his list that he still needed to buy gifts for. so reluctantly he left his house to quickly pick up what he needed and head home. as he shopped he was aware of how many people were watching him and jokingly made wolfplier comments as he walked by. Mark tried to either act like he didn’t hear them or like he found it amusing as he silently cursed himself for having fallen behind on his Christmas shopping to leave him in this situation. 

Mark felt a twitch up his spine and was startled by someone cutting into his thoughts. “hey, are you alright? you are looking kinda pale.”

Pale? Mark realized that he was getting worked up and tried to calm himself down. “yeah I’m fine, should make sure I get home and rest though. I shouldn’t push myself so much before Christmas.” Mark let out a nervous chuckle as he tried to keep calm. Why didn’t he think to ask Amy to go with him? She would have helped him relax. 

some one else walked up and jokingly added “oooo got to be careful you don’t turn in the middle of the store”

“even if I was a werewolf there is no full moon tonight.”

“but what if werewolves don’t need a full moon to turn” Mark looked and saw someone else walk up, actually there was quite a few people surrounding him now.

Mark felt his breath get caught in his throat and excused himself from the growing group. he made his way to the exit when his body grew tense and he fell. he struggled to breath as panic shook his body only growing when people began to shout. his body burned as he forced himself up and ran out the door.

Had he been thinking clearly he would have stood up and claimed that he was a little under the weather and some rest was all he needed, But Mark was in a full on panic and could only think to get as far away as he could as fast as he could.

his panicked flight lead to everyone following after him simply out of concern. people don’t just start running unless there was something wrong. He heard people following and gritted his teeth as a stab of pain caused him to stumble.

there was an ally that he could run down to hide in the back roads until he could get everything under control, he turned down the ally and froze. dead end. He had run down the wrong one!

The pain was unbearable and he could no longer hold it back. a sharp scream cut though the cold air as marks body shifted and burned. It was only a moment but it felt like an eternity. when the pain faded mark pulled himself up leaning against the wall for support. he heard gasps and looked to see the crowd that had followed him staring at what he was.

he only had himself to blame. he had been angry and spoke without thinking, and now everyone knew.

[mindyourstorys]

I think one of the most annoying things for me right now with trying to write is how few people I have to share it with when it is in the planing stages. It helps me make progress on it when I can get feed back on ideas and plot points but the only person I can bug with this kind of stuff is my sister and she can only listen to so much (in the I care about it but thats enough for me way).

[writing-ideas-inc]

10 Ways to End a Book: http://www.lifeofastoryteller.com/2017/06/19/10-ways-end-novel/

[asforetold]

Favourite narrative tropes:

“That was ONE time!”

“Due to an administrative error”, or any major plot point which is caused almost entirely by bureaucratic fuckups

“Contrary to popular belief” appended to something that’s either really obvious or completely subjective

A character makes an assertion, then cut to the narrator contradicting it (‘“Everything’s fine!” Everything was not fine.’)

First-person narrators who call a specific character by a series of increasingly convoluted nicknames

Unusual narrative euphemisms. I still hold that describing around a curse word is almost always funnier than just using the word.

Establishing character moments which subvert your expectations right from the get-go. The best example is in the Brooklyn Nine Nine pilot, where Jake’s fooling around at the crime scene before revealing that he’s already solved the case.

Montages. Just montages of any kind, for any reason, anytime. I actually think they work better in text form because you can do so many creative things with them.

Side characters with a level of fourth-wall awareness / quasi-supernatural ability which is never quite certain, like the janitor in Scrubs.

Double meanings in narration that take a while to make themselves clear.

Really, really specific similes.

[frauleinpflaume-deactivated2020]

For artists who have problems with perspective (furniture etc.) in indoor scenes like me - there’s an online programm called roomsketcher where you can design a house/roon and snap pictures of it using different perspectives.

It’s got an almost endless range of furniture, doors, windows, stairs etc and is easy to use. In addition to that, you don’t have to install anything and if you create an account (which is free) you can save and return to your houses.

Examples (all done by me):

Here’s an example for how you can use it

[ladytygrycomics]

Great find, thanks!

[keiko86chanart]

OMG HEAVEN!!

Bless you!!!!

[mindyourstorys]

@urban-banshee

[soft-butch-cassidy]

I was getting pretty fed up with links and generators with very general and overused weapons and superpowers and what have you for characters so:

Here is a page for premodern weapons, broken down into a ton of subcategories, with the weapon’s region of origin. 

Here is a page of medieval weapons.

Here is a page of just about every conceived superpower.

Here is a page for legendary creatures and their regions of origin.

Here are some gemstones.

Here is a bunch of Greek legends, including monsters, gods, nymphs, heroes, and so on. 

Here is a website with a ton of (legally attained, don’t worry) information about the black market.

Here is a website with information about forensic science and cases of death. Discretion advised. 

Here is every religion in the world. 

Here is every language in the world.

Here are methods of torture. Discretion advised.

Here are descriptions of the various methods used for the death penalty. Discretion advised.

Here are poisonous plants.

Here are plants in general.

Feel free to add more to this!

[thejovianmute]

An exceedingly useful list of lists for writers.