#cw mania

[askoverkill]

Is that what you think?

[Overkill is made by Pedro and Sam]

transcript below:

Is THAT what you think? No. You're going to cancel this deal and suffer the punishment.

That's stupid. Where do you get off thinking you can- That doesn't-!!!

I thought you were the Director. I thought you could "do anything".

This isn't a GAME, Tragedy. This is a Wishcraft made deal, not an extension of my broken wish. I LITERALLY cannot cancel it!

Fine then. You pay for it then.

WHAT WHAT WHAT?!!

We're all Siffrins.

You're not allowed to say that.

The deal was that a "Siffrin" has to pay -otherwise I wouldn't be able to take dusk's place, right?

Wh-what makes you think I'll agree to pay, huh?

Shouldn't you be paying?! YOU'RE the TRAGEDY! I'm the COMEDY!

AHAHAH! HAHAHA!

Then why am I the one laughing, "TRAGEDY"?

...Y-You stay away from me, you sicko.

[nxeity]

im so happy even though im not supposed to be

i cant stop smiling even if i wanted to

[nickl-art]

definitely going through some kind of Episode but we stay silly

[stitched-cosmos]

I have a headcanon that Tord trying to kill Tom in The End Part 2 was just a product of a manic episode. He wasn't taking his daily meds during his time at Edd's place, 'cause he didn't want to come off as suspicious or didn't want Edd to ask abt it or worry abt it. That's why he progressively gets more irritable as The End plays out. It could totally be irritability and impulsivity from ADHD too cuz i headcanon him to have both.

Sorry for the word spaghetti lol, i like Tord a lot and I made this doodle as an excuse to talk about my headcanons 'cause I don't get to talk about him much.

[outoutdamnspark]

Had a realization today after two hours of cleaning my floors…

[all-my-friends-were-glorious]

[ @throughxthexmist || Continued From Here || Vlad ]

[ Leslie + Oksana + Faddei ]

Leslie could taste his fear, too. It practically filled the alleyway he’d caught this one in, and as he sauntered forward, he wiped blood from his cheek. If it wasn’t vampire blood, he would have licked it. Unfortunately, that shit would turn his stomach so fast his head would spin.

“You lot are worse than rats or rabbits, yanno that? Fuckin’ hydra, y’all are.” He must have been high on the thrill, because his accent was slipping out, “Not my fault I gotta cull the herd, yanno. It ain’t nothin’... Well, personal-personal. It’s in m’blood.”

Once he finally had the chance to, he pressed the blade of his scythe against Vlad’s chest, leaning his forearms against it to pin him there. The second the skull was inches from his face, a chorus of voices begged him to run, to get away. Delilah’s was among them, amplified it seemed, as well as others that were harder to discern. The wrought iron, however, was sure to hurt him even without the blade cutting into his skin. 

Leslie had spared no detail in the construction of his scythe. It was the perfect vampire killing attachment to the perfect vampire killing machine. And he hadn’t even pricked his hand on the handle, yet. 

“Now, the question’s simple, here. Are you going to put up a fight, or are you going to throw yourself down on the sword?” Leaning in even more, Leslie pressed their foreheads together, “Because you aren’t walking away from this. I don’t even think I’ll let you crawl... No, the last time one of you screamed for me, I had a pack of you getting too close to Vern...”

And he wasn’t looking forward to that. Nor was he looking forward to the inevitable disappointment he’d see in his brother the second he showed up injured if this one grew some balls. But he could sense he was weak, not feeding properly, and a thought hit him.

“Mmm, or... Or, or...” He waggled a finger in Vlad’s face, eyes alight with excitement, “I’m feeling a little generous.”

One arm moved to the center of the blade, and he whipped out his switchblade with the other.

“You hungry?”

---

A typical night stroll had taken Oksana and Faddei down side streets and alleyways until both vampires were pitifully, hopelessly lost in a town they had hardly been in for long. Wandering along, Faddei was ticking away at his phone in hopes of contacting either of his parents to come get them, when both of their heads turned. 

That didn’t sound good. 

“Stay h--” Oksana began, only to get cut off by the older vampire shifting, dividing into a pack of five dark, red-eyed wolves. It was the clearest ‘no’ he could give her without straight out saying it, and so she simply took flight, some monstrous white bat-creature taking to the sky to find the one crying for help.  

[minnowpig]

I FOUND A HOME!

it's literally almost double my old rent but it's an apartment all my own. and i can make it cute.

i feel really good. 48 hours ago my world was uprooted and i (by total fluke and by headbutting craigslist at 4am) found a new spot almost immediately, while simultaneously working 12 hour shifts. so much went wrong and i smoothed it out. i carried my lucky chunk of citrine around with me today which is superstitious and silly but i also feel like it helped and so did all the special moon stuff happening tonight!!!!!!! (not in some supernatural way, but in that just knowing about it helped me feel a little more confident.)  i am super manic and still can’t eat or sleep or focus on anything except what my next step should be. at least twice today i became very sad and cried, but only for a few seconds. it has made me extremely productive. i move in on sunday.  i’m not looking forward to coming down from this but i hope i have time to at least settle into my new home before i become very, very sad.

[askoverkill]

Bounce over to the next room~

[Overkill is made by Pedro and Sam]

transcript below:

(Oh. It's this room.) (You were going to play Hurt Director here.)

(Ahhhh... such good memories.)

(That could have been so much!!! Better!!!!)

(You walk ahead. You remember where the "mirror" is.)

(And, hey, there they are! In bed.)

(Up close, you can see them shake.)

(Aw, what a little sleepy head.) (You poke poke poke them.)

Nghh... stop... get out of my room, leave me alone...

(They never stopped when you begged.)

(They try to bite you, but it's such a pathetic attempt you can't help but laugh.)

Siffrin?

(You frown.) (She followed you in.)

No... make her go away...

What do you expect me to do?

Is the Director... awake?

...

(She's ignoring her.) (Or... is she trying to pretend she's asleep?) (Or out of it?) (Coward.)

Um. They look emaciated...

(Mirabelle removes a glove and then touches the Director's forehead.)

(The monster squeals, cowering away from her.)

Burning hot...

(Huh. If you didn't know better, you'd question if she was growing sympathetic.)

(Hm... wait, no.) (That lines up actually.) (She'd be charmed by sickly, dying animals.)

(You walk up to the window.)

(Hi sunrise! You're shocked they're not avoiding you.)

(You offer them the bright flower.) (It's wilted from when dusk pushed you yesterday.) (You didn't take good care of it.)

(Ooooh? Oh? They're reaching into their pocket.) (Did they get you something?)

(Oh-? A knife? Are they going to write something...?)

(...)

(You don't know what that means!)

(You're so!!! WEIRD!!!!!!!!)

(You can't even understand yourself!)