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heres a list of all my silly stories

Those Days:

my spoiled child project. shes literally getting MADE. Scott and Rodney are two 58 year old men and they're telling their great nephew Danny and their nieghbor Candy about how they met and fell in love and everything they've been through. Meanwhile, Scott is hiding his condition, and not gracefully.

The Red Flame:

There's a cult in the woods near Vigilance Bluffs State Park. Victor, a park ranger, gets roped into the middle of it after meeting with their lost jewel, Their Pourer, Jean. Jean goes back to the cult after Quinn, the head of the cult and The Collector, says he has a plan to bring his oldest ancestor down for good.

The Creation Mall:

Evan's mother left him a map to a mall in the woods that was said to reach the heavens. He has three missions: Find his father, and find whoever Lucas is. And hopefully, reach the top, and meet god. Unfortunately, Lukas IS his father, and he gets stuck on the third floor with a bunch of shapeshifting creatures.

Leon of the Lake:

Leon was the boy the stars picked. They granted him every wish. One day, he wished to live like the fish in the lake, and the stars did not answer until the people he feared most drowned him. He became a lake monster. Then, one day, he befriended someone above the water for the first time in years.

Silly in the Streets:

George and Freddy have been married for several years. They work on a street owned by The Spinner Street Company, owned by the second in command of Freddy's late father. Freddy is a contortionist, and George is a juggling clown. At a particularly large event on Spinner Street, George cuts off his hand. What is his purpose if it isn't juggling? So he takes a road trip.

Among Pines and Peaches:

Russ has been taking care of his autistic best friend, Calvin, for years without issue. One day, he runs away, and no one knows why. Detective Pryor has been assigned to figure out why. In questioning everyone who knew him, he realizes that Russ's mom may not have died from cancer and that Calvin witnessed what happened.

Ambrose's Time In Hell:

Ambrose is in the hospital after what he thinks is a house fire. He remembers he started it. He remembers that it killed his darling, his wife, Beatrice. He is in hell. Everything is wrong. But he's hallucinating.

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PROSHIPPERS DNI I FUCKING HATE YOU!!!!

Other DNIs below.

im approachable and you should talk to me. cue hypnosis. on or off anon. you can literally never talk to me again if you wanted. this is the internet and idk who you are or where you live ok.

whats below: an intro, status thingy, interests, art permissions, dni/boundaries section, tags i use, those weird intro decorations that are like. non blinky blinkies.

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one of scott's therapy sessions, which is during his thirties after his dad dies. (ocposting again)

tw: suicide, homophobia, attempted murder(kind of), fighting, mention of being in the hospital(but he doesnt talk about it past saying it), his therapist is nosy and kind of annoying

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yknow something funny?

as a writer, some small part of me wants all my work to be unified. to be a small part of a grand whole.

which means that a small evil bug in my ear just told me i should make one story to connect them all aka "all of your ocs are the same two people, meeting again and again in every universe"

FUCK YOU EVIL BUG!!!! unfortunately all my guys would fucking hate eachother probably.

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oc rant, specifically Among Pines and Peaches.

So Calvin and Russ(short for Russel) were both raised by single mothers for one reason or another. Russ hated Calvin at first and thought he was annoying and all that Jazz. But they became friends. And they got bullied at school for being attached at the waist because Calvin is very affectionate. And after Russ's mom died of what they all thought was cancer, Calvin's mom took him in. And when she died, Russ took care of Calvin.

Russ is extremely jaded and pessimistic. Calvin is very much the light of his life.

Calvin is logical and finds patterns in things. He doesn't usually understand why things don't happen the way he predicted. He IS a history geek, after all. Calvin is mostly quiet except around his friends. If Russ is around, Calvin will probably be right there with him, hugging on to his arm.

They are not together. They do not get together. Russ ultimately decided that romance was off the table for him, and Calvin is aroace. They have kissed before but they didnt like it.

Their friend group is basically just Sam and Andy. Sam is very kind and silly. Andy. Makes me kinda mad. He is a newer addition and doesn't know a lot about Calvin and flirts with him a lot. And Russ is at the end of his rope and is going to beat THE SHIT out of him.

Andy is honestly just kind of awkward. He likes to think he's cool.

Russ is my fav ever though. He's so nice and he doesn't even know it. i should draw him and cal.

#artisticmenace #menacescrawling #no one better get on my case about calvin not being able to take care of himself because youll be going IN THE PIT

Lights and sounds

that flash around the room

endlessly noisy

yet something calming in the ambience

you would think it would be

just like everything else is

where there is noise

there is a million people

with a million goals

but not here

in these lights

and these sounds

there is comfort

and there is rest

and i can sit in the corner

with the people i love

and i could sleep

if i only closed my eyes

That Room - artisticmenace

this is technically about school dances, but however you want to interpret it works. its about the safety of finding your own corner at an event.

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some writing. this is a story ive just had tucked away. might as well give it a beginning am i right? pretty short for what i want it to be but its whatever. this was based on a dream i had btw. it didnt go exactly like this but very close.

The Creation Mall

My mother used to tell me stories about my father. How he went into The Creation Mall, an impossible building, looking to climb to the heavens. I used to think that was her way of telling me he died. Letting little Evan Moors down easy. Then she died. And among her belongings was a map. A map of the floors of a mall. The Creation Mall. And attached was a note that read "Find Lucas". I didn't know who that was, but obviously I had to find out. Next step was to find it. The instructions to get there were ridiculously easy. Go out into the forest. Leave a peach ring and a seed on the ground. Say a prayer. Then boom! Creepy, abandoned, and impossibly tall building. I went inside. This first floor had lots of shops. Also lots of vines. I collected some supplies from the shops, whatever I could find. All empty of people. No dust, though. Products in perfect order. Florescent lights, to hurt the eyes. I knew I had to reach the top. Reach the heavens. I knew that's where I would find, well, Lucas. And maybe my father. So I began to climb the vines to the second floor. They hurt my hands to grasp, but I had to reach the top. It was instinct. This next floor was dark. So very dark. But on the back wall was a door, shining the rooms light from beneath it. I opened the door. The first thing that graced my eyes was a big ass piranha plant. I knew venus flytraps didnt usually care for human meat, but this wasn't a normal venus flytrap. You bet I shut that door as silently as possible. This was a road block. I opened the door again. The carnivorous plant was unresponsive. I prayed that it stayed that way. To my right were more living plants, and to the left, another doorway. A tall dinosaur eating some leaves took a look at me. I knew there would be trouble if there were carnivores. Suddenly, the venus flytrap began to nudge me, poking my skin with its oddly sharp teeth things. I hid under its display. I had made a grave mistake in doing so. The tiniest velociraptors I've ever seen came through the doorway. They stopped. They blinked at me. Then they pounced. I felt every moment of them tearing through my flesh. Every tooth sinking into me, every drop of blood leaving my body. But then I was alive again, standing outside the door. A man walked up to me. Older and grayer than me.

"You should go back to hell, kid."

"I need to find Lucas. To get to the heavens. I don't want to go back to my life just yet. I can’t give up."

"Fine, fine. Then I'll help you through this floor. There's still plenty that wants you dead up there, though. Next time you may not be so lucky."

The man linked arms with me and rushed me through the door. The venus flytrap snapped at us. We jumped over the tiny velociraptors. He was spry old man. We rushed past several other dinosaurs and living plants before they could react and flew through an open door on the other end. He shut it tight behind us, locking it with a key.

"Good luck kid."

"Hey, what's your..."

My voice trailed off. He had vanished. I continued through the dark. I walked up a broken escalator. There was a long hallway with several rooms. I peered into them, each a small empty office. At the end of the hall was a much larger office. I went inside. It was also very much empty, just like the others. I went on the computer. It was opened to a spreadsheet of some kind. I went to the homescreen. It was a picture of two men and a young girl with red hair. Did people work here? Human people? As luck would have it, the longer haired man from the picture walked into the room. He had a glaring expression, but it wasn't done with quite the precision of an actual human being. Two amorphous white creatures came out from under the desk and started waving around. He waved them away.

"What are you doing in here?"

The way he spoke wasn't quite right. It was clear english wasn't his first language. Not to mention his TEETH. Pearly white and pointy.

"Uhhh. I, uh..."

Something seemed to click. His eyes widened a little, looking closer to a human expression than they had before.

"You're human."

"Yeah."

"You're Lucas's son."

"I'm what?"

"Why did you come here?"

"To look for Lucas! I didn’t know I was his son!"

He made a face, as though trying to seem sympathetic. The result was offputting.

"I'm Lester. I am not human. No one has been human here since your father came through. We are called Andramboros."

"Wait, so... the guy I saw earlier? Downstairs?"

"Looks like you already found him, then."

I couldn't believe it. I was the idiot of idiots. Clown of clowns. Fool of Fools. Whatever you wanna call me.

"I sympathize. Also... Your stay on this floor may be extended. The elevator is broken."

"Do you not have like... a stairwell?"

"No. Stairs were not a priority."

"That's a fire hazard."

"Nothing in this mall can be damaged without permission."

"Permission from who?"

"You were thoroughly unprepared, then. The Director. She is what awaits those who seek the heavens of this mall."

"Oh."

I was a little surprised and a little ashamed.

"You will have to stay here. I will alert the others. You will be safe."

The way he said that last line was not reassuring. He started showing me pictures of his family. He pointed to a short haired man with dark, sunken eyes and a gaunt face.

"That is my husband, Victor."

He pointed to a short, red haired girl. She was very pretty.

"That one is mine. Her name is Alice."

His wording was strange. I assumed he meant that she was his daughter. He continued to point through the photos in his wallet until someone walked in. It was the man from the photos, Victor. He was wearing a suit. Much more formal than his husband. They began speaking a language I didn’t recognize. Lester gave him an unnatural smile. It wasn't so much that the smile itself was unnatural, but that it didn't look right on his face. Every part of it seemed manual. Then Victor turned to me. His face distorted into a wide eyed expression.

"Oh. Oh dear...."

"Yes... It is quite concerning."

thats all i have written. whats at the top is very interesting haha.

things that were different in the dream:

-none of them had names

-lester walked into his office to find me looking at his roblox avatar(what was actually open in the dream on his desktop)

- the elevator wasnt broken i just needed it for narrative reasons

i will say that in the dream lester legitimately did tell me his species were called andramboros and that they were kind of like shapeshifters. the things under his desk were his guards in their normal form. they took to appearing human because its more useful to them to have limbs and teeth and eyes and ears and all that jazz.

tell me if its interesting.

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whipping up some scott because why not. its basically his account of how him and rodney get together. im so sad rn actually. scott needs to be a gloomy bastard ok.

i love being a writer !

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