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@simmythe15st
Hey Im Simmythe15st :). Nice to meet u! I post like loser stuff, and my art and all that jazz.
Some fandoms Im in:
Sfawtde
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Dude i just watched obsession, and oh my god.
[SPOILERS AHEAD!!]
Got bored, lowkirkinely guys Im so lonely <\\\3. I have nothing to do, it is bad I kinda miss school? I mean like Im bored 24/7 and I miss my friends. But then again I enjoy the silence and the chance to rest. Itās evil <\\\3. But uhh I drew this little goober, any name suggestions would be appreciated :D
Boredomās a good motivator :D
Ik itās out of date, but I donāt care lol. Also more Tatum!
Got bored and drew this :)
Their name is Tatum, might talk abt them more in the future.
I freaking HATE the carfax fox. Look at his stupid face, it fills me w/so much hatred.
This is a continuation of Isabell, from the doctorās pov. Again ignore any mistakes, also ignore if anything is censored, I had wrote this on my school computer lol.
Tw: death ig
Theodore
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Hello, I am Dr. Theodore Willams, and I am writing to this document my last days. To document my miserable life on this wretched island. I will start by writing about the days that have passed, then the days as they are happening. If you do find this, I wish you well.
Day 1:
This is the day in which the plane had crashed. And we didnāt do much besides realize what had happened.
Day 2:
We learned each otherās names and helped cast a man named Oliverās leg. There was me, Oliver, a man named Mark, his friend named Rody, an old couple with the names of Edwin and Mabel, a teenage girl named Charlotte, a chef named Noah, a woman named Carrie and her infant son named Jonny, a grieving woman named Ava, and a very creative woman named Phoebe.
Day 3:
We had walked this day, to find just how large this island is. It was very large, taking a few days to complete. Not much more happened this day, just walking. So I will explain what the island looks like so you might find it if you want.
It was a large island, with a big beach area. The water wasnāt clear, but a little muddy. The middle of the island had a nice dense forest that I cannot describe, for I have not ventured in too far.
Day 4:
We continued to walk, until we came upon the bodies of the dead. Those who had fallen out the plane before it crashed. There was a young woman in the mix, I have seen many gruesome things but this, this was the worst. Her face is still so, so vivid in my mind. I threw up.
Day 5:
Me and Charlotte had an enjoyable conversation about life. I learned that she had been on the plane to see her grandparents, and that her parents were still at their house, not looking for her. That did break my heart a little, why wouldnāt they look for their own child? A wonderful child at that.
Day 6:
We had found berries, but Mabel had said they were poison. So we continued. God, as I write this, I can still feel the ache in my legs. But thatās beside the point. That night we found the plane once more and decided to sleep.
Day 7:
I helped find food for us, but I tried and tried to find anything. Not even berries did I find. And when the rest of us looking for food regrouped, no one had anything. Not even a single berry.
Day 8:
Charlotte told me that the food was depleting, she didnāt tell me why or how. But I trusted her. I told Mark, who had become the leader. He didnāt do much.
Now, from this day on, everything happening is current.
Day 9:
I was just informed that all the food has been eaten. All of it. I think it was Oliver, heās been acting shifty. I feel bad for Carrie, she still has to feed her son while being deprived of food herself. And I feel awful for Charlotte, sheās said she hasnāt had a good life, and now sheās here. If I could, I would adopt her.
Day 10:
I went to bed hungry last night, as did everyone else. Charlotte came to me today, apologizing for the food. It was her. She had eaten all of it, but I canāt find it in my heart to hate her, or to even be mad. Iāll find a way to feed us, I will.
Day 11:
I think Iāll try foraging on my own, Iāll bring back all I can then ask Mabel what is poisonous.
Thereās nothing in those woods, nothing. Not an animal, not any fruits or vegetables. Nothing.
Day 12:
I miss my family. Miss my job and coworkers, my patients too. I cried to Charlotte, I feel bad but had too. I needed to get all of this out of my system, all the grief I feel. We talked again as well, she gave me more insight about her life, her school. I learned Charlotte lived in the same town as me. Neat.
Day 13:
I feel as though I have lost a lot of weight, I know I havenāt. Iāve probably only lost a pound or two. But God, Iām so hungry. So, so hungry. I wish I could just get food. But thankfully I wonāt starve to death yet, because I know I have enough body fat to last at least fortnight more.
Day 14:
Nothing happened.
Day 15:
I taught Charlotte how to stitch. We made sad little rags, but it was a good distraction.
Day 16:
I have started to hallucinate; it was purely auditory. But I know it wasnāt real, because it was my aunt Jen, and she is dead. I heard her sing āMr. Sandmanā, something she would play often. I do not believe in ghosts, but I feel as though it was her that had actually spoken to me.
Day 17:
I was told today that we plan to eat someone, Oliver. Iām not exactly upset, but this against the god that I do not believe in. I donāt like him, but no one deserves this. We have decided to send him into the woods while we plan his death. This feels so wrong, Iām not meant to take a life, Iām supposed to help not hurt. Heal not kill.
Iāve finally eaten, but Iām not proud. I would not like to write this, but I must. I must write this so you remember my existence.
Mark had hit him with the makeshift weapon heād made. I had to shield Charlotte from the sight; I didnāt want her to see it.
Day 18:
I didnāt do much this day, me and Charlotte just walked around again. I didnāt go near Mark, not today. Just in case he wanted to hurt Charlotte. I wouldnāt let him touch my baby, my daughter.
I know I didnāt give birth to her, or help in the birthing of her. But while she was on this island, she would be my responsibility. My kid.
Day 19:
How should I start this? Well, Mabel had ventured into the woods to find berries. While she said she hadnāt found any, a few hours after she came back, she started convulsing. Showing signs of consuming a toxin. She had foamed at the mouth then had thrown up, I didnāt help, I just stood there covering Charlotteās eyes.
Mabel had choked on her own vomit. Edwin was devastated. We had buried her in a shallow grave.
Day 20:
I havenāt seen Edwin at all today. Heās most likely sitting at her grave, grieving the loss of the woman heād spent the last 19 years of his life with. It had to be hard, losing your wife. But I wouldnāt know, Iāve never had a wife.
Day 21:
Phoebe has been trying to make a raft. Disappearing all day, I heard her speaking to Ava about getting them out of here. I wish them the best, I really do.
Day 22:
She had drowned, the raft had flipped over, trapping her under it. Funny, a woman so set on freedom, died because of it. Fate is funny that way, cruel and ironic.
The food from Oliver has stop, this is because his body had begun to rot. And so, we pushed him out to sea. I stayed near Charlotte, I still donāt fully trust Mark.
Day 23:
Carrie let me hold Johnny earlier, it feels right. Even as I write this now, heās asleep in my arms, snoring without a care in the world.
Carrie has been looking through the woods, trying to find anything. I donāt believe she will. This island has been abandoned by everything. Animals, bugs, plants, fish, even God seemed to abandon this hellish island.
Sheās come back, johnny was still sleeping, but she took him back.
Day 24:
Me, Charlotte, and Carrie all hung out. It was another nice break from the horrors. Us three talked and joked, me and charlotte even raced (which I lost). Just pure silly fun.
Itās midnight as I write this, my stomach hurts with hunger. Iām starving. But thereās not much I can do, is there?
Day 25:
I was told again today that someone will be eaten, God, weāve waited even less time. Before we ate Oliver, it took us nine days of starving. Now, it was only three. Thatās a third the time. We are monsters.
It was Ava. Poor, poor Ava, first her husband dies, then her plane crashes on way to his funeral, now this. Poor, poor Ava.
We did the same as the last time, telling her to go into the woods. Then attacking her when she got back. I did same as before, covering Charlotteās eyes.
Day 26:
Iām a horrible human, arenāt I? I ate her and enjoyed it. Iām a sick person.
Day 27:
I am writing this to my family, to my friends. Iām sorry. So so sorry. Please forgive me.
Iām sorry mom, for not being there more, always busy with work. And for never calling or texting, or emailing, or writing letters.
Iām sorry Steven, for not returning your scissors. I wish I couldāve helped you more.
Iām sorry Riley, for never being able to meet my nephew. And for the fight we had before I left.
I miss you all dearly.
Day 30:
Iāve been here a month. A month of this madness, this torture. There was eleven of us, not including Johnny, to begin. Now, six of us are left. Iām so tired.
Day 31:
Five of us, there are five left now. Noah had killed himself. Charlotte found him. And God the look on her face when she told me wasā¦
Iām done writing, I canāt keep this up. Iām not going to the same as Noah. But Iām done documenting my last moments. I love you mom.
Drawings of my Oc, BĆ“nevilent, I love him :)
Silly story I wrote :3. I would ignore any mistakes lol
Isabell
Oliver holds the side of his sweet, beautiful Isabellās face. She looked like a goddess, as if Aphrodite was mortal. Here he finally was, seeing his lover in person for the first time.
The two lovers stood on an island, in the middle of a lake. The island was empty aside from the red spider lilies. Beyond the water of the lake was a dense forest. In said woods, were eyes watching the two and their love.
His love opened her mouth to speak, but instead of her smooth voice, came another womanās. The voice seemed familiar, like heād heard it before. But where? His love, with the voice of another said:
āSnacks? Anybody want snacks? Maybe coffee?ā
Oliver woke; his face pressed against the cold airplane window. Oh man, how long was he asleep? His trip was 11 hours; he was probably about halfway to Finland. The place he would find his love, his Isabell.
As the flight attendant passed with her cart, Oliver decided not to get any food at this very moment. He ate before he fell asleep, so he wasnāt that hungry.
As the plane passed above the clouds, he began to think. To think of his life once the plane landed, to think of what would happen once he married her. They would probably have kids, maybe two. A nice home, maybe a dog or a cat as well. It would be amazing. They would grow old together; their kids might have kids of their own. Go to college. He couldnāt wait.
While he gazed upon the heavens, the plane shook a little. Just a little turbulence. A single bird flew by, it looked like a crow. But he wasnāt an expert on birds, he didnāt really know. Whatever bird it was, it was a shiny black with a slightly curved pointed beak. Mean yet elegant looking. He wanted to feed it some bread.
As the bird passed, the plane continued to experience turbulence, shaking like it was about to go down. But obviously, it wasnāt, that only happened in movies, right?
Whilst the plane shook Oliver gripped his seat, just to be safe. He just stayed, looking out the window. The clouds were moving up, fast. No, it wasnāt the clouds, it was the plane. As the plane descended, he heard the noise of panic, even a baby cried.
The pilot came over the intercom, also sounding confused and panicked. āWeāre going down. Brace for impact.ā
As the pilot said this tears filled Oliverās eyes. Oh god, he thought, please let me be okay.
Now, him not dying when this whole thing eventually hit the ground or water below was impossible But, he needed to have a little hope.
So as they fell Oliver reflected on his life. He reflected on what had happened, his mom and her funeral. He reflected on what was to come, his Isabell walking down the aisle, he was never going to see it.
The plane hit something, causing Oliver to knock his head into the window, due to the force of the impact he passed out. He didnāt dream about anything, he just snapped awake after a second of dark.
Oliver opened his eyes, he didnāt feel much in this very minute. Just a calm washing over him as his ears rang and he stared at the sky, the light blue color with the plums of smoke was calming. Wait, plums of smoke? Thatās not normal.
And so, seeing the abnormal smoke, he sat up. Pain shot up his body, from his leg to his head. What was happening? When he looked down to see why he was in pain, he saw the large part of the wing on his leg.
A fretful scream came out of him as the sound of the chaos flooded his ears. Another man, one who was tall and strong looking, approached.
This man looked at Oliver, his eyes wide. He stood over him, just looking at the smaller man.
āOh god man,ā The man spoke, he sounded like someone who would have joined a fraternity, ālemme help you, bro.ā
The man went to look at the wing piece, to see if he could get it off. He squatted down and Oliver sucked in a breath, anticipating the pain of the part being lifted.
āAlright, on the count of three. One, two, three!ā He lifted the wing, and Oliver tried to scramble out from under it.
He had to fight back the tears, tried to push the pain of his injury down. His leg was most definitely broken, shattered maybe. And it hurt like [heck].
āMark!ā Called another from the remains of the plane. āWe have a woman and child over here.ā
The man, Mark, looked over at where the otherās voice came from, before turning back to Oliver.
āIma go take care of thatā Mark then ran off.
As Mark went to go tend to the woman, Oliver cried. Well, more like silently sobbed. The pain was too much to bear.
His life was coming apart, falling apart around him. Shattered like the plane.
During the first day, the survivors made him a cast out of scrapes of plane and wood. It wasnāt the best, but at least it was something, right? Every step he took was agony, like someone was stabbing his leg repeatedly.
The surviving group was made up of himself, a doctor, a woman and her newborn, an elderly couple, Mark, Markās friend, a teenage girl, an artist, a chef, and a grieving widow. They all had roles to play. The doctor aided those who were ill and injured. The husband of the elderly couple knew how to survive in the woods, while the wife knew which plants were poisonous. And for Mark and his friend they were the leader and protecter. Now, for those who didnāt have a specific job, they helped get wood or forage. Everyone did their part, except the baby, but thatās an infant.
Day two, they explored the island, in search of a place to set up camp. They discovered that it was pretty big, taking a whole day walk a fourth of the perimeter. The part they walked was mainly a beach area, but there was a forest in the middle. It was a large dense green forest. It wasnāt a tropical forest, but still a dense one. This remined him of a show heād seen.
Day three, the group continued their journey. As they walked, they found some of the fallen. The ones who had fallen out of the plane before it crashed. Oliver felt sick seeing the bodies. He spotted the flight attendant that had passed him before the plane went down. Oliver didnāt sleep much that night.
Day four, they spent the whole day walking, only stopping when needed. It was grueling, but they needed to explore. His leg was getting better, which is good. But that didnāt mean it didnāt hurt.
Day five, after a few more hours of walking, they found berries. Which the old woman said werenāt safe. Eventually they made it back to the plane wreckage. And he finally got somewhat good sleep.
Day six was uneventful. All that happened was the widow and old man went to go hunt for food. While the teen and the chef helped make camp, everyone else gathered wood and anything else they could find.
Day eight, the food ran out today. All the snacks from the plane were gone. Oliver had suspected it was the teen, she had been complaining about hunger. Or maybe it was chef, he seemed like someone to eat all the food.
Day seventeen, the group had sent Oliver to fetch firewood. But something seemed off with them. They looked hungry. Their eyes seemed to follow him with hatred.
He hobbled through the woods on his makeshift crutches, trying not to trip. The forest floor was covered in roots and branches. But oddly enough, there werenāt any animals. There was only a feeling of being watched, like he wasnāt alone.
When he returned to the camp, everything felt different. The hunger that filled their eyes was almost all consuming.
Mark had stood up with the handmade spear in his hand, he used this spear to protect the group. From what? Oliver doesnāt know, they havenāt seen any animals. As Mark approached, he saw the doctor wince and cover the teenās eyes. Mark was going to attack him, wasnāt he. He was doomed to never see his love again. To never gaze upon the face of his sweet, beautiful Isabell. And his last sight would be a party frat boy, named Mark.
Mark struck him, everything went dark.
Oliver cupped the side of his loves face. The two were on an island, an island in the middle of lake. The lake was surrounded by a forest. In the woods were the eyes of the hungry wolves that killed him. The island was empty, except for the red spider lilies that surrounded them.
His love opened her mouth to speak, but it wasnāt his Isabellās soft voice. It was anotherās. It was calm, eerily so. Yet even though the voice was eerie it was comforting.
āCome along my child,ā said his love, with the voice of lady death, āyour time has come.ā
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Her boyfriend would get off the plane. Charlie would never leave her, right? Not like Olive did. He truly loved her enough to stay, to show up.
Somewhere near her, she could hear someoneās phone. They were watching the news aloud. Something about four survivors of a plane crash.
As she sat on the uncomfortable bench, her mother called her name.
āIsabell? Do you want food?ā Her mother asked kindly
āNo thank you mom.ā
She wished Oliver had loved her as much as she did him. But given the fact he never got off the plane, he didnāt.
The End.
You know whats so romantic? If in the zombie apocalypse, your partner turns into a zombie, and you keeping them alive. Like feeding them and keeping them alive and all that <33
Im so mad >:/. why does every cool Roblox game have to be made by predators, like please gangalang stop being a horrible person :(.