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sooooo excited for writing that fanfic based upon niran and cass vampire/vampire hunter designs from @therosecleric !!!! i’m gonna start planning today I HAVE SO MANY GOOD IDEAS !! @_@ sorry for the inactivity my beloved mooties i worked two doubles back to back and it knocked me out for like a week
Keyboards click and head phones shift as everyone waits patiently for the time to hit 12 am.
Most students would probably be spending there nights studying or even at a frat house getting wasted, but the students of Paradise University are all buzzing with excitement for the elusive radio show to hit the air. Huddled in dorm rooms with the lights turned off, the link was sent right as the clock strikes 12.
“’The Anomalous” has been the latest obsession among students, the show has been broadcasting Three times a week( Monday, Wednesday, Friday) for about Three weeks now, lasting between 1-3 hours long. It has consisted of everything from tips for exams to the hottest gossip that happened at the sorority party; But what really has everyone hooked is “who the hell is the host?”. Seemingly one of the students; they have been Due diligent in keeping there identity a secret with a slick voice that no one has been able to recognize, it seems everyone wants to find the person who calls them self “Anom”.
“It started with a link, in one of the many group chats on campus, that took you to a website, that then connected you to a radio signal. Everyone thought after the first broadcast that it was a hacker or a really elaborate prank but that’s when the social media accounts popped up when they realized that it was an actual thing. A radio show about their University that took over the nights of its students. Filled with mystery, secrecy, and anonymity that was their Hook, line, and sinker’”
An even voice brakes through.” Well, wasn’t that a good way to start off this broadcast?” a snicker was made into the mic.” I honestly think that may have raised my ego Beyond what it was originally. Let’s give a big thanks to Peick Finger for that lovely article about me in the school paper this morning.” Shuffling was picked up slightly.
“ ok, so I know a lot of you just took that test in Dr. Yeager’s class but there will be a pop quiz in his next seminar on “ The human response to trauma” so over the weekend try and get some studying in, will ya?” another paper shuffle.” Maybe one of you can tell me what that is because Gods knows that I have a lot of it, hell if I didn’t, I wouldn’t be broadcasting to all of you at midnight, now would I?” A rhetorical question that couldn’t be answered.
“Anyways let’s jump straight into tonight’s topic of ‘blind box obsession? Or is it a gate way to Gambling?’ with our special guest, president of the debate club, Erwin Smith” the broadcast lasted till about 3:30 am that morning. As it pulled to the end and the guest was dismissed, Anom wished everyone a good night and a safe weekend.
Pulling my headphones off, I run my fingers through my hair, scratching the itch that you get when your hair is pulled back for to long.
I glanced at the clock that screams 3:45 am at me and wondered of maybe I should make my way to my dorm room and crawl into my bed or if I should meet up with my friends that asked if I wanted to go to our favorite bar; slowly unhooking my mic set up, sliding it back into one of the many Filing cabinets that line the archives of the libraries basement. By the time I was done I made my decision and shoot a text to the friend that sent the invite, that id be skipping out in favor for the warmth of my bed.
Harper- 3:56AM
Hey bestie, I finished studying about an hour ago and just got out the shower, but I’m dead. Wanna get lunch tomorrow tho to make up for it?
Pickles- 3:58AM
OH MY GOD! DID YOU LISTEN TO THE BROADCAST!?!?!?!?
Harper- 3:58AM
Yeah lol I had it playing as I worked on that paper for Pixus’s class, heard them give you a shout out:)
Pickles- 4:00AM
THAT is going to be the highlight of my year !! {*○*} Butttttttt to answer your question, yes I would love to, me and Galliard are actually on our way home but ill text you in the morning <3
Harper- 4:05AM
You are literally so funny for that (*•*) But great ill lyk when I’m up <3
Locking the door behind me, I make the eerie journey through the dark, almost catacombs of the library basement; to the side exit door that leads to the back of the building.
The library is one of the oldest buildings on campus that was used as a hospital back in the 1900s, so its basement is huge and practically unused. I had found my “show room” my first week at Paradise and knew it be the perfect spot for my set up.
Originally down there to look at archives on the school for a history paper, I stumbled across the room to find that it hadn’t been touched in practically decades. I even learned that the security guard had a spare key that I was able to trade with him a Cart for.
Hannas, the security guard, was an older guy that didn’t really care about doing his job. Mostly just happy that I could get him weed, he kept my little secret , being on of the only people to know what really happened in that archive room. He would happily kept people away, for the small price of flower. He even joined me some nights to listen in on whatever I was rambling about.
My walk back to my dorm room was short, the Maria hall not being far from the library. I relished in the chill of fall and the misty fog that covered the grounds, Listening to the crickets and cicadas sing their songs.
My room was warmer as I stumbled inside. exhaustion deep in my bones, a silent ‘thank you’ for the fact that I don’t have a roommate this year, I was able to stay on campus dew to my grants I got this year., wayyyyy more then my last two years. I relished in the fact that I get to be on campus and not stuck in a apartment with someone I barely know.
Steam fills the small bathroom as I stand in front of the mirror, gently I wash the makeup off my face and pull a fresh black shirt on, the cut off collar hangs off my shoulder as I slide a pair of shorts on. Finally ready for sleep to take me, I climb into bed, thoughts of what Mondays topic will be.
Saturday morning was typically a Recoup day for college kids who spent that Friday before partying, and preparing for the next party to attend.
My Saturday morning on the other hand was started by a 8AM phone call from my mother asking “why haven’t you been answering any of my texts?” and not taking the. ” I didn’t want to answer them.” That I gave her as a response, she proceeded to tell me about how ,her, her husband and his kids are going to be going on a vacation to Marley and wanted me to come house sit, To which my response was to hang up.
Rolling over in my bed I glance up at the ceiling of my room, gray and white times stare back at me as I wonder if blocking her would save me the future headache of my phone blowing up with calls and texts.
It’s not like I hated her, but I didn’t necessarily like her either. My mother can be very one track minded and the track her mind was mostly on was rich men. Me and my sisters basically raised ourselves (and her), to the point that getting into college I had marked my oldest sister Olive as my adopted mother.
My sweet Olive is 13 years older them me, then there is August who is 6 years older, my 2 younger sister Lonna who is 3 years younger and Hally who was 8 years younger. Leaving me the “lost middle child”. But out of all of my sisters I was always with Olive, she was the mom I needed, even when she didn’t have one in return.
A ping of my phone grabbed my attention, the group chats that I was in for my Comparative literature class started to blow up the second I opened it.
Mike’n’ike- 8:28AM
Anyone else listen to last night’s pod? I didn’t get to listen to it.
Nannabannana- 8:29AM
Erwin has a Gambling addiction that he’s trying to cover up lol
Moby- 8:29AM
We all know he dose but I wasn’t able to listen to itL
Harper- 8:31AM
CONSUMERISM.
Nannabannana- 8:31AM
Yeah yeah we know but it was still a good listen, ill send you the recorded link when it drops. I just know Mondays is gunna be good 0o0
Mike’n’ike- 8:34AM
I already sent in all the shit that happened last night at the party can’t w8 to hear it get covered.
Harper- 8:35AM
Oh shit?? What did I miss??
Moby- 8:36AM
Guess you’ll have to find out Monday;) let’s just say there was a bit of a scrap between Levi and Zeek once again lol
Harper- 8:40AM
Did any of you Finnish the paper for Pixus’s class? And come on! not everyone knows what happened:(
Moby- 8:49AM
Im in the library now finishing mine if you’d like to join meJ
Harper- 8:53AM
Bet:) ill be there in 15!
Crawling out of the comfort of my bed I checked the message sent by Miche and the other attendees of the party for insight for what happened last night, smiling to myself I made a note to bring that up in my Monday broadcast.
Slipping on a pair of black slacks and chuck Taylor’s, I quickly add some eyeliner and smudge it with my finger, grabbing my school bag and a flannel I was out the door.
The weather is getting colder, new school year brings the crispy, fall weather with it. Trees slowly making the transition from green to gold, I breath in the freshness of it all. Looking forward to actually finish this paper so I can relax the rest of my weekend with the hope of finding another topic to talk about more in depth on Monday.
The second I opened the doors to library, I get hit with the smell of coffee, old books and despair. With exam session on the rise, students are starting to feel the pressure to cram everything in, with me being one of them.
Professor Pixus’s class was one of the hardest I’ve took so far, and part of our Exam was to write a 15 page essay. This essay is with 85% of our exam grade and I have a total of 5 pages of it done with 2 weeks left before the dead line.
I look around the large main room, trying to spot Moblit when I check my phone.
Moby- 9:20AM
At our spot and I grabbed us coffeeJ
Smiling at his text I raced up to the second floor to find the brunette in the spot that we claimed as “ours” last year during finals. It was in the very back, left corner, next to the window that over looked the main courtyard of campus.
“Took you long enough, long night?” Moblit says, turning his attention away from his laptop.
“ yeah, you know the drill.” I say grabbing the coffee and sitting down in front of him.
“have you took a look at what happened last night?” he props his head on both of his hands, cupping his face. “it was a good one, I’m sure Miche sent all of the details.”
“ I took a glance at his message, couple others sent in some more accounts,” I pull my sticker covered laptop out of my bag, setting off to the side. “ Do you know what started it?” I start grabbing notbooks.
Moblit smiled.” Well, Zeek was commenting about scholarship students, nothing good of course, then Rico joined in,” Moblit starts adding hand jesters. “She told him to shut up because ‘not everyone has a daddy who can get them in for free’ to which Zeek basically said that she doesn’t belong in the school of she needed a scholarship,” he starts using both hands. “THEN, Levi joins in and tells Zeek to ‘piss off’, right?”
I sip my coffee. “Right.
”Alright, then Zeek leans down to his level, like actually leans down.” Moblit hunches a little to mimic what happened. ” And asked ‘who invited the middle-schooler?’ To which Levi punches him in the face!” the smile on moblits face is one of a child who just heard that they are going to Disney world.
“No shit?” I ask a little amused amd he nods his head vigorously. “Heart, it was the best thing I’ve seen in my life.” He let’s out a laugh. I quark my eyebrow. “ better then Hange naked on your bed?” I ask with a smirk. Moblit then looks like I just told him that I killed Micky mouse.
“i..what..no, how did?” he stumbles over his words with a red face. My smirk turns into a smile. “I didn’t, but you just confirmed it.” I let out a laugh as he hits me over the table.
I first met Moblit back in our sophomore year of high-school, both of us being the weird art kids, we clicked instantly. Even as we have gotten older and developed critical thinking skills, we stayed friends.
Moblit was the first person to ever know about ‘The Anomalous’ too, it was an idea we came up with for a creative writing project our senior year and though it was just too good of an idea, the mysterious Radio broadcast? Gods, it was the perfect idea that we put into motion a couple weeks back.
“Soooooo?” I sip on my coffee, bringing my laptop to life. Moblit looked at me quizzically. “ you gunna tell me about it?” smiling as his blush grew darker.
“we just – i…ermm..” Moblit words start to get stuck. “We may have done some…things..” he looks around nervously.
“Mo, you don’t have to go into details, but I better be the best man at your wedding.” Pointing a threatening pen his way. Letting out a brethren chuckle, He shakes his head. “ Shut it, we got to get this paper done.”
Around noon, I had finally got a text from Peick, saying how she was alive for the world.
We picked this local sandwich place off campus. The smell of fresh baked bread fills the restaurant as we sit in a booth closest to the back.
“I just can’t believe I was mentioned! That was like the coolest thing in the world.-“ Peick was rambling on about how Anom (I) gave her a shout out last night.
“it was a good article, I feel like it fully captured what ‘The Anomalous’ is as a whole.” taking a right of my sandwich, the Italian sandwiches here are the best in all of Paradise.
“I hope they cover what happened at the party Zeek threw, I honestly with I was there to see it.” She smiles with her tired eyes. “you know Zeek right, What’s their deal? I always hear about. A, how he’s a dick and B, him and Levi are always fighting.” Leaning back, I get comfortable in my seat.
Peick shrugs.” Zeek has always been that way, I think he’s over compensating for the fact his dad likes his little brother more.” She takes a bite out of her fries. ”As for Levi I don’t really know his deal, I know he used to date Petra her freshman year, but that’s all.” She rests her head on her hand, black hair falling from her shoulder.
“that’s fair I guess, I completely forgot that Petra and Levi were a thing, now she’s with Nile, right?” She nods her head. “yeah apparently Nile has a thing for taking his friends girlfriends.” Peick adds
Petra Ral was my freshman year roommate, a very sweet but messy girl who is always in some boy drama. During us rooming together she had maybe 4? Boyfriends before Levi , not that there is anything wrong with that but she just can’t keep her head straight. Petra has a good heart, she just wants to share it with everyone. I would still pick her 1000 times over my sophomore year roommate, Yelena.
On the other hand, I had only ever met Levi twice, once when he was dating Petra and the second time at Moblit’s Birthday party. He is the definition of they saying, ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say it at all.’ Not a bad guy or anything but a bit brash, though to have one of your own friends take your girl is cold.
“One thing I do know is that he hangs out with Erwin Smith and Hange Zoe all the time.” She continues. “ but other then that he keeps to himself.” She shrugs.
After my lunch with Peick, I found myself sprawled out on my desk researching about local legends, I think it’s the perfect thing to kick off the spooky season. I decided that I was going do a piece on the legend of the Titans.
*Ping*
Moby- 4:44PM
So I just found this old office phone and I think we can do something with it
Harper- 4:45PM
????
Moby- 4:46PM
Call center for Anomalous, duhhhhhhh
Harper- 4:46PM
Oh. My. Fucking. Gods.
You are BRILLIANT!!!!!!
This is probably the smartest thing Moblit has ever came up with in his life, its would help out so much more with inside accounts on what happened at/during events that I’ve covered. Monday is going to be one hell of a broadcast.
Moblit sent a text saying that he will work out the logistics of setting up a number and we Decided that he would help my the first couple of times we use it just so I can get the hang of it.
Im finally ready to put together a script of a complete timeline of everything that happened Friday night and of my legend spiel, and the announcement of ‘Talking with the Anomalys”. It’s finally time for Monday.
"homestuck taught me lessons on how to deal with fandom" is maybe one of the most colossal euphemisms i have ever read in my entire life, it's like pointing to chernobyl and saying it gave you a very valuable lesson on the importance of workplace safety
Time taken: Umm... 10 hours?
Notes: I struggled with his back yet again.. and also, thank you very much for all the attention my art is recieving, I am very glad people like my art <3
Dividers made by: kodaswrld
Bloodweaver x Van Helsing Cassidy 🩸🍷🦇
i wanted to push the cassidy x lifeweaver / cassweaver / highbloom rarepair agenda again. should i make a comic? 👀
