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@dreamsofalife | from here!:

Shy's eyes widened in surprise. How did he know about that? She was so careful with her research, and she'd been sure to cover her tracks. Or, so she thought. It was such a strange phenomenon; people who went missing, only to be found later, sometimes YEARS later, with the same story. It was too specific to be a shared hallucination, but if it wasn't, she couldn't explain it. And here was someone claiming to know.

"You know about the train?" Eyewitnesses and firsthand experiences were so hard to come by. Despite her heart hammering away in her chest and the mounting fear that this was a trap, it was the best lead she had.

"If you know anything about the train, I'm interested in hearing it...but, not here."

“Oh, definitely not here.” Simon agreed without hesitation, gaze flashing quickly behind him. A rush of fear that he wasn’t being quite as subtle as he’d wanted to be amplifying the trepidation he was feeling already. The whole thing felt remarkably shady. But how couldn’t it, considering the subject at hand?

Most people, with the notable exception of those who had lived it with him, would think he was out of his mind if he so much as mentioned the train. Which was simultaneously the reason why he wanted to speak with the one person who was taking it seriously, but also the reason why it scared him so much.

He’d moved out of his old hometown to get away from the constant attention, to stop being thought of as some kind of spectacle, because he had come back after years of being presumed dead. Years after the town had deemed his entire family to be cursed. And that was even without the knowledge of where, exactly, he had been for all that time. He couldn’t imagine how much worse it would’ve gotten if they knew.

But this young woman seemed to have a genuine interest in it. And if something good could come of that, to maybe even prevent it from happening to anyone else... he would assume that it was worth the risk.

“Where-ever you think we should go is fine by me. Lead the way.”

#ic | threads #v6 | dawn of a new era #dreamsofalife #// lol tumblr glitched and doubled the last part of that ask where i edited the wording a bit. rip. oh well!!#// very excited to see where this goes!!

@reindeer-dad requested a starter!

Noelle hovered at the door to her father’s hospital room, hand over the knob. Almost unsure whether she should actually enter. It had been two days since the incident in the Cyberworld. The incident that she had tried her hardest to dismiss as merely a nightmare. But she knew now that it wasn’t.

First, it was Kris having her watch. And that was terrifying in and of itself. But then... she had found out that Berdly was dead.

She hadn’t come to see her father at all yesterday. She couldn’t bring herself to, not after that. She didn’t know how to act, or what to say. She knew she couldn’t talk about what had really happened, for her own sake and for the sake of her family. And even maybe for the sake of Kris, whom she still couldn’t bring herself to hate in spite of what they had made her do.

... She couldn’t fake that she was okay. But maybe she could fake the reason why she wasn’t. Act like she was just grieving the loss of her friend, and not suffering from the horrible guilt that she had been responsible for his demise.

She breathed in, and then out again. Then pushed open the door.

“H-Hi, dad.” She tried to smile, in spite of everything. “I’m, um, sorry I didn’t- didn’t come yesterday. I... l-lost track of time.”

#ic | threads #v1 | snowgrave #//helloooo thank you for liking the starter call!#//hope this is okay! i love exploring the Snowgrave Aftermath(tm)#//she'll probably be fine #//maybe

@rudestbuster | from here!

* "Huh?"

* The monster looked over her shoulder at Garry, shifting her weight to hoist her ax over her shoulder to talk to him. Considering he was new to the Dark World, she understood why he might be put off. Her first visit down there with Kris was pretty jarring at first, so it made sense that he was in the same boat after having stumbled on it himself.

* "Heh. Don't worry about it, I know what I'm doing. The guys down here are pushovers."

“Is that so? I guess that’s some comfort, although I’m still not sure I like this much.” It was his previous experiences (and close brushes with death) that left him on edge. But he had to admit that thus far the dark world didn’t quite seem as malicious.

And Susie seemed nice enough, in her own way. It was helpful to find somebody that actually knew what to expect, and wasn’t just blindly moving forward and hoping for the best.

“So, if I understand you correctly... this is a common occurrence for you?” A pause- he seemed to be considering whether or not to go on. He supposed if anyone would believe him, it would be her. “I was sucked into an alternate world once before this, somewhere around two years ago now. But it was different, there was something... genuinely malevolent about it.”

#ic | threads #v8 | the dark world #rudestbuster #//that's really neat!! :D love finding other people that actually recognize ib lol #//pardon me removing your icon i couldn't find a clean way to copy it over #//should be easier from now on since this was just like this 'cause i had to manually copy-paste it to a new post

@sanguinehaven asked:

There's a little voice coming from the ring on Noelle's finger.

*...please, just, if you find the other addisons, do what you can to avoid them? They can't hurt you, we're not made to be able to attack, we're only made to help.

*if you can hear me, I don't care what happens to me, just...don't hurt my brother.

*he means the world to me, he took care of me, and I don't even care if it's not possible for us to be related, I still see him as such and I still love him.

*...He's a blue addison, he likes to tease and bully me, he likes his games but he still used to include me when he could...

*You can hear me, right? What's your name?

Noelle slowed her pace ever so slightly, her eyebrows raising as her ears caught the little voice coming from the ring. At first, she thought she was imagining it. Certainly she was, right? It was just a ring.

And then she heard it again, clearer this time- because she was paying attention. Raising her hand, she squinted, peering into the slightly frosted glass of the snowglobe that adorned it.

... And she made out the form of the salesperson that had given her the ring.

No, that she had taken the ring from.

Shocked, Noelle halted entirely for a brief moment. Then hurried to continue her walk before Kris noticed.

“... I-I can hear you.” She whispered. Although she had heard the rest of what they had said before that, with the exception of some of the first sentence, she didn’t acknowledge it immediately. She didn’t know what to say.

“My name is um, Noelle.” A brief pause, and her eyebrows furrowed.

“How did you-... how did you get in the ring?”

#ic | asks #ic | threads #v1 | snowgrave #sanguinehaven #//cackles #//here we go

@waitlifted | from here!:

Cassandra did decidedly jump at the voice behind her, swinging around with her sword pointed, prepared to face yet another of the train's magic monstrosities that wanted her dead. What she found, however, was an even more unusual sight— another human. Huh.

"If you want to be a ghost, sneaking up on someone who has a sword is a good option," she deadpanned, stowing her sword and making an annoyed expression to cover how he had startled her. "And how would you know what's in here, anyways?"

She had definitely paid him back for the accidental jumpscare. He hadn’t noticed from a distance that she had a sword at all, so having it abruptly pointed at him was enough to make him noticeably jolt.

“I'll remember that for next time.” He answered, when she was no longer pointing the sword at him. “I know what’s here because I live here. I have for... a long time.” His tone, briefly, slipped into a subtle note of melancholy.

But he didn’t linger on it too long.

“I wanted to catch you before you started snooping around too much. Some parts of the mall are off limits.” He meant his own room, of course- but also Grace’s. Even he hadn’t been in there since she had left.

“If you’re looking for the other door, it’s downstairs.”

#ic | threads #v7 | undeserved grace #waitlifted #// hellooo!! sorry for removing your icon shdhjdf i couldn't get it to look right when i copy-pasted the post #// but also i'm going iconless because i don't have a lot of icons of ep10 simon and they're not entirely accurate to what he looks like now #// ( he has some visible scarring from the ghom attack. i forgot to mention that in the verse post )

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@adoranoia wanted a starter for Yuri! verse is v5a | how to change. verse info can be found HERE!

Simon was taking a break from walking, sitting alone in a fairly relaxed train car. The car was designed like a fairly normal tea shop on the surface. But instead of having people working in the shop, the workers themselves were all tea cups.

Oh, the things the train came up with.

Nonetheless, he was doing his best to ignore the denizens. He didn’t intend on staying for long, just enough time to rest his legs. He’d been walking nonstop for longer than maybe he should have. And he wasn’t even sure why. It wasn’t like he had a specific destination anymore.

Then, he heard the bell ring at one of the doors. Looking up sharply, he inadvertently made eye-contact with another passenger. His eyes widened, and he immediately looked away. He hadn’t interacted with another passenger since Grace had left, and he wasn’t even sure he’d know how to go about it anymore.

And yet, he needed to find someone to travel with eventually. Because he was all too aware that he didn’t do well by himself. Taking a deep breath, he looked back in her direction, eyebrows raising as he noticed the little tea cups frantically trying to take her order from the floor. (They were the size of normal tea cups, oddly enough.)