YOU!!! You could’ve had everything you ever wanted… Everything I ever wanted… And you still went out of your way to take everything I had left in the process. You entitled brat… You expect me to sit idly by and keep smiling as if nothing ever happened? Oh, I’m smiling alright…GRINNING, ear to ear. Don’t even start with that ‘following orders’ schlock. You knew what you were doing all too well. Sure took your sweet time. Enjoyed every last second of it? Good. EXCELLENT, even! I’ll merely return the favor… and you bet, I’ll be enjoying every last moment of THIS!!!
THE BEST PART!? I get to do this over and over again. You’ll come back, I’ll know, and I’ll be waiting… You have no one to blame but yourself. You’re in a hell of your own making… And you’re NEVER GETTING OUT!!!

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Blake damn. 😔

𖤐𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔱𝔣𝔞𝔠𝔢𖤐 😔 sure

Blake BLOXYCOLAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

(I have no idea buck)

no its a joke 😢

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Blake said in HELP ME HOW DOES THAT EVEN HAPPEN:

her lover who was also her sister beside her

im sorry this is so funny to me

🖤 | Darkest: “Hey Lightest?”
🤍| Lightest: “Yes, Darkest?”
🖤 | Darkest: “You ever get that feeling something bad is gonna happen?”
🤍| Lightest: “Hm? How?”
🖤| Darkest: “I don’t know… Something bad… to us…”
🤍 | Lightest: “You’re scaring me, Darkest…”
🖤| Darkest: “Oh… haha… sorry…”
🤍| Lightest: “Oh… No no! No need to apologize… everythings fine…”
🖤| Darkest: “Yeah… hah…”

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PROLOGUE
TRACK 1: OVERTURE & STAR CHASE
(As the House Lights dim, the overture music begins. The curtain rises and a light
reveals a scrolling title banner. As we hear a familiar voice setting our scene, the title
banner scrolls upwards to subtitle the voiceover, mimicking a famous cinematic
opening sequence.)
VOICE: The universe has fallen into slavery under the control of the evil
Umpire, with his tyrannical grip and formidable forehand. From his
base on Planet Wimbledonia, he punishes all who break his rules. But
a new hope is dawning. Pursued by The Umpire’s sinister agents,
Princess Nebula races through the galaxy on a mission to restore
freedom to the universe. Dot dot dot! …Alright, that’s it crew! Stop! END THE INTRODUCTION!!
(A lighting change as dramatic music and laser blasts are heard. Trekkies move a cut
out of Nebula’s ship and a pursuing Imperial ship across the stage. As the sounds
suddenly dim, another lighting change reveals Princess Nebula and her android
butler, Qwerty, together at the controls of their spaceship. Nebula holds an
intergalactic steering wheel whilst Qwerty presses buttons on a large handheld
control panel. They are tense and desperate.)
QWERTY: Oh no! Miss, the imperial ships are gaining on us! They’re a lightyear away!
NEBULA: Ah! Really, Qwerty? I’m already stressed enough! Maybe we can outrun them…
(Qwerty checks the fuel cells.)
QWERTY: But… The fuel cells are empty, miss…
NEBULA: Lovely, we’re about to fall into the dungeon! I can already see the bars infront of us! What do we do?!
QWERTY: Maybe we should just surrender to them, probably the easiest way, Miss.
NEBULA: Hah! Surrender? Are we scaredy-cats that submit to everything? Or brave heroes who always strike back and win?
QWERTY: Oh, scaredy-cats, for sure. We’re done for!
NEBULA: Qwerty, you’re an android! You cannot be scared of this!
QWERTY: Put it this way, miss - that’s not oil running down my leg!
NEBULA: Nonsense! We’re on a mission - millions of lives depend on us. We
just need somewhere to hide till we can refuel.
QWERTY: I’ve detected a small space station just out of range, miss. Junction
Fifty-One.
(Fade out any remaining underscore from Track 1.)

TRACK 2: JUNCTION FIFTY-ONE
(The light goes out on Nebula and Qwerty and they exit. dramatic music and sound
effects resume as a Trekkie enters with Nebula’s cut out ship on a new course,
heading towards the Junction Fifty-One signpost. It crashes headfirst into the
signpost and sticks there. The Trekkie exits as Ada enters and starts dusting the
Junction 51 signpost as the scene changes.)
SCENE ONE
(Lights fade up on Junction 51 - an intergalactic Service Station with motel,
restaurant, shop etc. - a veritable home from home for the weary space traveller.
Eccentric proprietor Daft Ada looks up to see an approaching space craft and calls
off stage to her nephew, Luke Warmwater.)
ADA: Luke? Luke? The spaceships are landing! Luke?
(Luke enters.)
LUKE: Alright, Aunt Ada, I’m here! I’m here!
ADA: Well get the docking bay open! (Luke walks off and exits as Ada
calls after him). And smarten yourself up, Luke - it’s show time!

(insert Junction Fifty-One song)

TRACK 3: JUNCTION PLAY OFF
(The chorus and Luke exit, leaving Ada with the Trekkies - a group of exotically
colourful alien travellers from every corner of the universe. They gather around
Ada’s stall of space merchandise. A large sign reads “Daft Ada’s Star Wares” in a
familiar font.)
ADA: Welcome, star trekkers, to our humble commode - Junction Fifty-One.
I’m Daft Ada, and while my nephew, Luke, services your ships, please
peruse our star wares. We’ve got special offers on space suits and
blue milk.
COSMIC: Where do you get blue milk from?
ADA: Sad cows.
STELLA: What are those lovely flowers, Ada?
ADA: (holding the flowers) These are Romulan Rose’s.
STELLA: Great, I’ll take them!
ADA: You can’t, they’re Romulan Rose’s. Here you are, Romulan Rose.
ROMULAN: (taking the flowers) Thanks, Daft Ada.
QUASAR: (pointing at some crystals) What are those, Ada?
ADA: (holding the crystals) These are Cosmic Crystals.
QUASAR: Great, I’ll take them!
ADA: You can’t.
BUZZ: Don’t tell me, they belong to Cosmic Crystal.
ADA: No! They belong to Photon Phil.
PHOTON: (taking the crystals) Thanks, Daft Ada!

(Alfie Centauri and Anne Dromeda enter, leading a line of young Jelly Nit
Apprentices.)
ALFIE: Keep up, Apprentices! Single file!
ANNE: We’re taking a fifteen-minute toilet break!
APPRENTICES: Yes, Anne Dromeda!
ALFIE: Now follow us to the restroom.
ANNE: And remember, if they have a stiff American tap…
APPRENTICES: (punching the air) Just force it!
(Alfie and Anne lead the Apprentices off stage. Ada is now selling her space suits to
some Trekkies.)
JAFFA: I could do with some new space suits, Ada.
FLASH: (pointing at a pair of pants) Look, Blast Proof Underwear!
ADA: I named it Thunderwear! (she passes a pair over)
LUNA: (reading the label) Can withstand the deadliest gas explosions!
AURORA: (wafting a hand) Daft Ada could do with a pair herself!
ADA: (snatching the pants back and shouting) Bog off!
JAFFA: Pardon?
ADA: (falsely sweet) Buy one, get one free, dear~!
(Commodore Nintendo enters leading his army of Diddly Squits.)
COMMODORE: This way, Diddly Squits!
DIDDLY SQUITS: Diddly diddly diddly diddly!
COMMODORE: How much is a cup of cosmic coffee, Amiga?
AMIGA: Fifty Starbucks!
COMMODORE: Great, let’s all get a decapitated coffee!
DIDDLY SQUITS: Decapitated coffee…?
COMMODORE: Yes - there’s no head on it! Follow me!
DIDDLY SQUITS: Diddly diddly diddly diddly!
(Commodore Nintendo leads the Diddly Squits off stage and they exit. Cosmic has
found a small baby space suit and holds it up to show the others.)
COSMIC: Oh look, Daft Ada even sells cute baby space suits!
TREKKIES: (cooing) Awww!
ADA: (suddenly snappy, snatching them) I’m not selling them!
(Ada takes the Space Suit and moves to one side, looking at it and sadly
reminiscing.)
PHOTON: Didn’t you know? They were her long, lost son’s!
ALL: Long lost son?
BUZZ: Tell us what happened, Ada?
ADA: I never, ever talk about it. (she folds her arms and looks away)
ALL: Oh, go on!
ADA: (instantly happy to oblige) Alright then! I remember just like it was
yesterday…
TRACK 4: FLASHBACK
(Flash and Luna speak over the flashback music.)
FLASH: Gather round everyone!
LUNA: She’s having a flashback!
(The crowd surround Ada as she goes into a trance. Unseen, she swaps the space
suit for a spotty, crying baby. It is her long-lost baby son, Dennis. We hear a music
box melody as she emerges from the crowd in a flashback memory sequence
comforting her crying son. The crowd turn and face the back.)
ADA: Don’t worry Denny-poos! Be a good boy for mumsie and drink your blue milk! Oh no… Those green spots are getting much worse! Cheer up however, I’ve contact the doctor!
TRACK 5: PHONEBOX #1
(We hear familiar music and sounds as a telephone box appears on stage. Doctor
Woo emerges from it carrying a medical bag and the small Gordon pot-plant puppet.)
DOCTOR: Greetings, I’m the Doctor!
ADA: Doctor who?
TRACK 6: SFX COPYRIGHT ALARM #1
DOCTOR: (shouting over the alarm and looking up) Nooo! not Doctor Who… I’m
Doctor Woo! Doctor Woo!! (to Ada) Goodness, you have to be so
careful these days. I’m Doctor Woo and this (he indicates his pot
plant) is my companion, Gordon. Now, what’s the emergency?

ill continue this later gng dw

@blackpearlscuddleslut oh that’s angst 😔😔

“So… are you gonna pay me…?” I ask, quite hesitantly, but there’s a slight beat as she looks back at the papers, then back at me, now I’m starting to get worried, because time seemed to have slowed down, but that’s when she takes a few slow steps towards me, and in response, I take some slow steps back, until she quickens her pace, then lunges at me.
“Hold on- What are you-”
She straddles me down to the floor, humbling me. I land on the concrete with a loud thud, and I SWEAR I could hear a slight growl come out of her throat, speaking of which, her hands wraps around my neck, strangling me, I try to plead for mercy, but she tightens her grip, making me completely unable to breathe, or speak.
“Money?! You are RUTHLESS If you really think this job is over, No no no… It’s not, you WILL get me that box, whether you like it or NOT.” Madame Delacroix almost screamed in my face, I tried to scream for help and shove her off me, but her grabbing at my throat tightens, and I promise it will be bound to leave a mark, she reminds me of who’s in charge, and a hint, it’s not me.

btw the skychasers book is my class book that we read so im just making a little thingy for it teehee

Darker Getting Control

🖤 | Darker: “Hah… He finally gave in…”
🖤 | Darker: “YES! Feel it… FEEL THE DARKNESS!”
🖤 | Darker: “So naive… And WEAK.”

In Pain

🖤 | Darker: “ACK! YOU… IDIOT!”
🖤 | Darker: “YOU WILL PAY!”
🖤 | Darker: “THE DARKNESS WILL SWALLOW YOU!”
Head ache (Other side getting control)
🖤 | Darker: “Ow… My head…”
🖤 | Darker: "I will NOT Let him take control…
🖤 | Darker: “NO! STOP!”

🖤 | Darker: “AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!! MY HEAD!”

Lighter Getting Control

🤍 | Lighter: “Ugh… I feel dizzy…”
🤍 | Lighter: “I should’ve just went the easy way…”
🤍 | Lighter: “I didn’t want her to hurt anyone…”

In Pain

🤍 | Lighter: “AGH! I MEAN NO HARM!”
🤍 | Lighter: “Ow! Do you mind?”
🤍 | Lighter: “OUCH! Stop!”

Headache (other side getting control)
🤍 | Lighter: “Agh… My head…”
🤍 | Lighter: “I’m… fine…”
🤍 | Lighter: “OW! WHAT’S GOING ON?!”

🤍 | Lighter: “AAAGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!”

theyre both merged together but they always try to get the control themselves

Infina-Phoenix you ate

Hi my name is Carmen Winstead.
Im 17 years old.
I am very similar to you
Did I mention to you that I’m dead?
A few years ago a group of girls pushed me down a sewer hole to try and embarrass me.
When I didn’t come back up the police came.
The girls said that I had fell and everyone believed them.
The police found my body in the sewer.
I had a broken neck and my face was torn off.
Send this message to 15 people after you listen the whole message if you value your life!
A boy called David received this message.
He just laughed and deleted it.
When he was in the shower he heard laughing…
My laughter!
He got really scared,
rushed to his phone to repost this message…
But he was too late.
The next morning his mom entered his bedroom and all she found was a message written in his blood saying,
“You will never have him back!”
No one has found his body yet…
because he is with me!..
A girl called Charlotte received this message and she immediately sent it to 25 people
10 more than required.
I still watch over every second of her life to make sure that she is safe
And to keep everyone close to her out of danger.
Send this to 15 people in the next 5 minutes if you don’t want your fate to be the same as David’s.
Your time starts…
Now!
The story is true you can research it on Google.

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@blackpearlscuddleslut 500 years IG totally real

Raven said in TOT (the opposite tale) idea:

H1T1 John Casterline

So there was this one guy cut abrubtly…

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Here is the lore on my OC

Origin: Underground Lab Facility - Designation “Project Obscura”

Backstory / Lore:

Well, he was born a normal child… He was taken at a young age by a research group called “NIX”; he was subjected to brutal experiments aimed at weaponizing the limits of human evolution through genetic fusion.

Over years of continuous testing, he lost both his eyes and mouth, not through accident, but intentionally removed. The scientists believed sensory deprivation and communication erasure would reduce rebellion and enhance psychic receptivity. He was fitted with neural implants, allowing the researchers to interface with his mind directly.

The testing also changed his body physically. Demonic-like horns and a prehensile tail emerged as a side effect of grafted foreign DNA, possibly demonic or extra-dimensional. His hearing sharpened to the point where silence became torture.

Abilities:

Sensory Perception: He “sees” through echolocation and electromagnetic fields. Despite lacking eyes, he can map his environment in detail.

Stealth and Agility: Enhanced speed, near-silent movement, and a tail that aids balance and climbing.

Personality:

Quiet and observant, His emotions are subtle yet deep, rarely shown but profoundly felt. He doesn’t speak, but his presence is commanding. He is not evil but is often mistaken as such. A lonely soul in a body never meant to exist.

Why he has horns:

The horns were a result of deliberate genetic splicing during one of the mid-phase experiments in the NIX facility.
The horns came to represent everything that was taken from him, his humanity, his identity, and his voice. They’re beautiful in form but grotesque in origin, a permanent marker of what he was forced to become.

LOOKS GUYS IT WAS LAST POST i just wanted to say that