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[c0l0rfullclown]

“ Entry 1#: Family update “

A solo rp..or a little story, I suppose? I like making mini scenarios and writing them down..Ough..have lore gang... -Robin🧇🍭

Character : The mascot

“ it’s been awhile since I’ve heard anything from mom and dad.. jewel has been visiting more often, yet quiet. More quiet than usual. I know she still live with them..and I can’t help but wonder, are they doing anything to jewel..? It sounds..absurd, I know, yet it seems to be proving my theory even more…maybe I should ask Darla about that? They seem to be good as solving cases..or at least proving theories, whatever you want to call it…Even so, I hope every day that it isn’t true, but nonetheless the truth seems to expand everytime I think it’s a lie.

It scares me.

Then it leads to my second question.. is jewels doing anything to herself? It possibly seems more…confirming than my first. Jewels has always been the more…self destructive one, a new bruise or scratch everyday. It wouldn’t be surprise…but it would be concerning. VERY concerning. I love jewels, and I know that I had always been the more favorited child than the both of us. And it hurts. It’s my little sister, I’m suppose to protect her…and yet here I am, working at this ‘freak show’…or so that’s what Darla calls it, haha!…but nonetheless, I hope she’s alright..

My hand hurts…

I’ll write again sometime soon. For now…I’ll just keep an eye.

Yours truly,

-Rylee Mascot.”

[END OF ENTRY.]

[askcollegehornets]

A/N : found on a tape filmed by alex.

[whysopasta]

more fun with my pen

[honey-floret]

The Sound of Wind Through Leaves - Entry 1

Blanche Astrex, Princess of Philosophy investigates the strange going ons in the Latchkey Mountains of her homeworld of Oryctomundus. What she finds will change the course of her species forever. This story is inspired by the Lovecraft story The Whisperer in the Darkness Notes: Hey first appearance of the Oryctotherians! They are a species I developed for this story! They're bunny people essentially. Most of them live underground in big cities, but there are still those who live above ground. Technologically they would be similar to our early 20th century, but with a focus on geothermal power over coal and gasoline. Teaser under keep reading

I begin this journal with a statement, I believe there are other forms of sentient life out there in the cosmos. The goal of this journal will be to prove said statement. It is to be known that as of now the only sentient species known to Orbunkind is ourselves. 

Now why might I be seeking to answer this question? For myself I have always held a belief in things others might deem supernatural. It began when I was a mere kit living in the Latchkey Mountains north of where I currently reside, hearing the folk stories of the region. My obsession with those stories eventually led me to get my Princess in Philosophy in folklore from Orne University, where I currently teach. 

It was this position that allowed me access to some of the queerer records held within the university’s library. Oh the things I have read! And indeed have listened to on wax cylinder! This position has also led others to bring me stories of their own. Most are preposterous, but occasionally I receive a story so fantastic that I have to investigate.

[the-thirteenth-mouth]

Entry 1

"Oh? He brought another stray... not surprising. What's yer deal? Yer not...actually stayin' ere, are ya?" "Oh, be nice, Elias, it's not every day we see a new face. After all, it's not that bad here. It can be pleasant here just as much as it can be unpleasant." "Right. I guess if yer gonna to be stickin' 'round ere, might as well give ya the ins and outs...the uh-" "Do's and Don'ts" "Yeah, that. Thank yer lil bro" "We're twins, we're the same age- Anyway!" "The main thing is that disrespect and betrayal are a no-go here, its best to keep your head down and follow instructions! They can be brutal. If you keep your wits about you, you're pretty much set." "Dont even think about bein' dead weight. You'll earn yerself a one-way ticket to a tar bath. Best advice? If yer not fuckin' stupid, you'll Be useful, it'll save yer ass." "Also quite important, Keep composure and bite your tongue, trust me, we get it. Sometimes people will irritate you, or you might see some...less than ideal things. But its better to simply walk away rather than say anything. My dear brother learned that the hard way" "Hush, Elijah. Yeah, shut yer mouth if ya see somethin' trust me, ya will often. Everyone can be irritating, even our dear leaders...especially them. Dont go snitchin' now or you can consider yerself a dead man walkin'!" "Elias! dont threaten the new blood!" "Last thing before yer on your way, Dont mention that faceless freak and his little puppets. We'd rather not hear HIM start ranting over that oversized cephalopod and his traumatized children." "Mhm...Well, we shouldnt keep you too long! We're glad you have come by, This can be a loving home if you let it be. If you need anything else, you can always ask us too! We've got your back"

{ End of Entry }

[kommandonuovidiavoli]

ADULT DIVISION FILES

Entry #1: Terminology for decommissioned/commissioned people.

Scrambled: an adult who has been decommissioned;

Boiled: an adult who still serves KND;

Hard-Boiled: A spy who infiltrates other adult jobs to monitor them;

Soft-Boiled: A normal AD member who works in the shadows;

Fried: an adult division member turned into an evil adult.

[monisedays]

Entry #1

[theatticwrites]

quiet collisions.

Notes from a life we never lived.

have you heard your heart breaking?

I did, today.

in a whisper from the stars-

which said the man with a voice like the dawn, 

couldn't be mine.

did you ever love someone so much,

that you would want to defy fate for them?

I heard my reason to do that

in a song I heard

when the world was teaching me I had to be cruel.

a million options I could have had,

and I had to fall

for your star-studded eyes.

now the only promise I got

was a man who would love me just the same.

a calm one,

where love feels like he woke up every day and chose me.

where we throw shade at each other,

but have each other’s back at the end of the day.

i think I'd wake into a life

where every first bite of whatever he eats will be for me,

he'd bring me flowers

even when I said I don't like them.

and he wouldn't stand any disrespect toward me.

our children will see their father as their hero—

just like I see mine.

all because my mom chose well.

but in the depths of the night,

all I’d dream about would be

the boy who could’ve been.

the boy who almost was,

but the stars didn’t align.

the boy who held me in the silence of knowing,

by the window where I put up my pain

for the world to see—and laugh at.

the boy I had almost cried with in a library,

in another reality,

knowing fate can't stitch together

what our hearts pulled apart.

it would be you. always.

with your stupid jokes,

and your crybaby heart.

and all the words you didn’t say—

because you’d rather carry the pain into tomorrow than let it breathe here.

and maybe, in another life,

where were have a chance to speak all we didn't,

i would be the stranger who reaches for your hand in a crowded train station,

and the one who sits by you during a thunderstorm,

whispering,

"this feels like a song we used to sing."

in that life,

i won't be asking the stars for permission, 

nor would I write them poetry,

begging them to rearrange.

i would walk to you - intentionally,

like no distance could stop me.

because I've loved you across too many timelines

to let one unlucky one have the final say.

so, if this life writes us apart,

may the next one write us home.

and someday you'll get to ask me again,

"do you believe in fate?" -Cue a grin.

and I'd ask,

"is that your strongest line?"

and this time-

i wouldn't wake up.