My friend had a purge mask, and he had a staredown with not one, but TWO Micheal Myers, and he actually shook hands with one of them. We said they were bonding- It was great.
My friend who was one of the Akatsuki (none in particular) saw two others, specifically Tobi/Obito and another generic one, and they had an awesome interaction, it was funny to see their reactions. (It was like the spiderman standoff meme-)

We went to this place known as The Clown House because some guy recognized me from my music ensembles, and was like “you should come to the Clown House.” (It was on our way, anyway.) so we were like alr, bet. The guy who recognized me was Pennywise, and he was doing like the whole skit with Georgie but with me lmao, and I was giving him the most unhinged answers. (My friend said “you’re treating this like the most casual conversation ever” “because it is.”) I did a silly and mimicked one of their decorations and freaked everyone out by doing a back bend. (my hands were in front of my feet. That’s how far I went.) I also gave a wave while in the back bend and the guy was like “what the fu- aw, hell nah-” lmaoo

and then two of my friends (the two with the purge masks) ditched me and my Akatsuki friend, so-
Soon after, there were some kids who recognized me again (I didn’t know them, but they knew me, I guess?? They knew my name which was scary.), and we were chatting, and the older kid (maybe a little younger than me) pulled me away from my friend, and was like “Yo, bro, be honest. Would you date him?” I really said “Why-…?” “Just be honest. Would you?” “Probably not. We live in different towns and we’re just friends.” “How long you guys been friends?” (My dumbass friend said a few months. Dumb fuck forgot its been nearly a year-) “About a year-” “Just saying, yall would be a W couple-” AND THEN THEY LEFT??? HELLO???
Also one of the kids in the group had sparking slider gear, so that was really cool.
(I also got to slide and scare people bc I had kneepads. I wasn’t able to make sparks though bc I had plastic kneepads.)

TL;DR: Friend 1 had a stare down with two Michael Myers.
Friend 2 saw fellow Akatsuki and had a great interaction.
I scared people by sliding and doing a backbend. Saw some people I knew. (Sort of.)
Some kids shipped me and friend 2. It was wild.

Yippee-
Am sweet 16 now

Also this is a real person that Identifies as an ACTA or Age change to another.

It’s similar to RCTA, ECTA, or DCTA (Race change to another), (Ethnicity change to another) or (Disability change to another)

I honestly really hate the [x]CTA. It’s hard to put into words, but that is not something you can change. You cannot change your race. You cannot change your ethnicity. Those are literally genetic. You cannot change your age-you cannot undo what time has done to just change a number. You cannot change a disability-if you have one, you can’t just change it because you’re feeling ‘silly.’ That can be and is very offensive to those that have those disabilities. It’s frustrating, and honestly, I’m not sure how people can actually live with themselves like that. They should know that this kind of behavior is socially and kind of morally wrong. :/

“If teardrops could be bottled
There’d be swimming pools filled by models
Told, “A tight dress is what makes you a whore”
If “I love you” was a promise
Would you break it, if you’re honest?
Tell the mirror what you know she’s heard before”

“Fat.”
“Ugly.”
“Disgusting.”
“Worthless.”
“Useless.”
“Pathetic.”
“Mistake.”
“Disappointment.”
“You shouldn’t have been born.”
“You’re not even that good.”
“Why are you still here?”
“I hate you.”
“You’re annoying.”
“You’re a burden.”
“Weak.”
“Get out.”
“Go kys.”

As you look around the surrounding area, you realize just how much damage has been caused. Burning rubble of buildings, abandoned and not. Screams of far-off families, trying to find their loved ones. You see your fellow party members on the ground, dead, or nearly dead, bleeding out into the deep snow. Only you remain, on the brink of death, your energy slipping away, and you can feel your hands getting colder by the minute, with Morro in front of you, an amused smirk plastered on his face.

“Oh, you poor little dove… I was really hoping that you and your friends would have proven more of a challenge for me. Such a shame I was able to make them all drop like flies.”
Morro saunters closer to you, stopping just in front of you, looking down at you with that wolfish smirk, as you scramble back in the snow, leaving a trail of blood behind you as you go.

“Why did you go after them?! I’m the human he found to save the world! It’s me that you want!”
Morro chuckles sinisterly, the kind of laugh that would send a chill down your spine and make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. “Oh, little dove…I know that you’re the one I wa-”
“Then why?! Why them?! Why not just take me and kill me already?!”
“Because it causes you more pain, little dove. The more pain you experience…the more enjoyable it is for me.”

You keep scrambling back, desperate to be away from this man. No…this monster. He killed your friends…your ‘family’. It doesn’t really seem to matter how far you try to get from him, though…he’s gaining on you. You’re losing blood. Lots of it, and fast.

“You’re a real- bastard, you know that? A monster. You killed my friends! My family, just to make me hurt more?! Do you realize how fucked up that is?! How would you like it if you were in my shoes?!”
“That’s the difference between us, little dove–I wouldn’t be in your shoes. I am…so much more than a sad little adventurer who got told they could save the world…”

This is based around the D&D campaign me and my boyfriend are running.

What was it like to lose? All my life, I’ve been held to impossibly high standards that I’ve managed to reach. I’ve been scraping the bar, but I’ve reached the standard. I finally made people proud! I felt good for a while, but this proved that my maximum effort, the effort that exhausts me to no end, the effort that has been forced from me, the effort that takes such a heavy toll on my body, is someone’s minimum effort.
The feeling of dread that seeps back into my body is cold. I had known the warmth of happiness and love and care, but now I must go through the cycle of being compared to someone else. Insults, demeaning and derogatory comments make their way back into my life, dragging me down.
I’m fighting for my life in this sea of brutality, struggling to survive, desperately trying to stay afloat, while I watch them float effortlessly, like the perfect being they are. The water they swim in is so clean, and pure. Mine is tainted with blood, sweat, and salty tears. What was it like to lose? It was like normal. It was the norm for me. The only reason it hurts so much is I was doing so well. And then I went and ruined it.
But I must stand aside and accept my place, below them.

The fight is almost over…Morro…he’s on his last leg. He’s getting desperate. He can’t last much longer.
“Just give up, Morro. You know it’s almost your end.”
“Like I’ll surrender to you, little bird,” he rasped. He was exhausted.
“Hold him down.” Her voice was firm, with no room for argument. Upon hearing her command, the others do as she asked. His arms are restrained behind his back, the others on guard, in case he tries something stupid.
“Kaz. Your dagger.”
“Cass, I-”
“Now.”
“…” Kaz reluctantly handed over one of his daggers, Cass’s small smile turning into a wolfish grin as she approached Morro, now shaking in his human restraints.

“Hold him down, 'til the boy stops shaking, hold him down while I slit his throat… hold him down while I slowly break his pride, his trust, his faith and his bones! Cut him down into tiny pieces, throw him down in the great below! When people wonder where the man is, only the ocean and we will know!”

“WAIT! We- we can talk about this,” he basically started begging.
Cass stabbed his hand to the floor, watching him scream out in agony, ignoring the other’s nauseous and disgusted looks, her eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
“STOP! PLEASE!”
You didn’t stop when I begged you to leave my friends alone, so why would I stop?!"
“Cass, please,” Sebastian interjected.
“Silence, Sebastian. Your brother must learn his lesson for the pain and suffering he caused not only this realm, but for me as well.”
“Cass, Sebastian has a point.”
“Kaz…” Cass twisted the knife in Morro’s hand, causing him to cry out in agony again. “I almost lost you to this man…no…this…monster, and yet… you’re sympathizing for him?”
“Cass…”
“ENOUGH, Kaz! I will not take any more criticism from you. I’m doing what I must.”
Cass rips out the dagger from Morro’s hand, plunging it into the other one, giving it the same treatment, a cruel smile on her face. After mutilating his hands, she moves to his shoulders, stabbing them repeatedly.
“HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE HELPLESS?! HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW PAIN?! ALL OF THE SUFFERING I’VE BEEN THROUGH-”
“Haven’t I suffered enough?! STOP!”
“YOU DIDN’T STOP WHEN I BEGGED YOU! TOLD ME TO CLOSE OFF MY HEART!”
“STO-”
Finally, Morro’s words are cut off by the ting of a blade, and his words are now replaced by raspy gurgles, and blood dripping down his throat.
“After…everything you’ve done…how will you sleep at night?”
“…Next to my boyfriend.”

Hey guys, I’m trying to really get my creative writing skills up, so if there’s anything you want me to write a little blurb about, I’d really appreciate it if you gave me some ideas!
Here are some ‘criterion’ I’m looking for in requests:

• Title (If you can come up with one!)
• Prompt (Give as many details as you can, while still allowing me lots of creative freedom!)
• Character Names (It’s super hard for me to come up with character names, so if you have some already in mind, that’d be great!) (Preferably no obvious fandom names!)

NOTES:
I DO NOT WRITE SM^T, EVEN THOUGH ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+, UNLESS REQUESTED. THIS MEANS ROMANCE IS A NO-GO, UNLESS THEY ARE 16+ (AND IT IS REQUESTED)! I’D ALSO LIKE TO REFRAIN FROM WRITING FANDOM PROMPTS, JUST IN CASE I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT IT.

With that, I’d also like to ask that people ask for one prompt at a time! If you should like to request more than one, I ask that you wait until everyone else who has asked receives their prompt! Thank you for your understanding!
~Belladonna

𝜗𝜚 rylie that’s understandable, and a very respectable decision. I hope people are nicer too you soon. <33 /p

What was it like to lose? All my life, I’ve been held to impossibly high standards that I’ve managed to reach. I’ve been scraping the bar, but I’ve reached the standard. I finally made people proud! I felt good for a while, but this proved that my maximum effort, the effort that exhausts me to no end, the effort that has been forced from me, the effort that takes such a heavy toll on my body, is someone’s minimum effort.
The feeling of dread that seeps back into my body is cold. I had known the warmth of happiness and love and care, but now I must go through the cycle of being compared to someone else. Insults, demeaning and derogatory comments make their way back into my life, dragging me down.
I’m fighting for my life in this sea of brutality, struggling to survive, desperately trying to stay afloat, while I watch them float effortlessly, like the perfect being they are. The water they swim in is so clean, and pure. Mine is tainted with blood, sweat, and salty tears. What was it like to lose? It was like normal. It was the norm for me. The only reason it hurts so much is I was doing so well. And then I went and ruined it.
But I must stand aside and accept my place, below them.

|- ᴊᴏʀᴅᴀɴ -| said in some words i dont like/dont like to use + resons pst one:

[REASON: i cant prononce it and it sounds like im saying bwueway.]

it’s like- Rhotacism for your l/rs

Shadow wish me luck for next year

A young girl or a pretty meal
The line is just so fine
Little red walked out alone
Joining the buffet of the night

See the wolves they wait and watch and howl hoping for a bite
Of fresh meat on a busy street the minute you’re out of sight

Little red walked out alone
Joining the buffet of the night

But Little Red, she knows these streets,
So why should she be afraid
She walks out with her blood red cloak
But red’s his favorite shade
You’ll attract the wrong attention
Wearing colors such as those

Boys will be boys, wolves will be wolves
But what does mother know

Feed us your girls
The wolves shout out
Feed us the ones with curves the ones without
Feed us your girls
From plate to mouth
Honey you’re the entree when you dress like that
And mothers not around

Dawn arrives and dinner scraps
Are on the street from just last night
People whisper 'it’s her fault
With a red so very bright

A silly girl
A common whore
Someone cover up that sight
No one likes to see leftovers by the dawning light

Little Red walked out alone
Joining the buffet of the night

But Little Red she knew those woods
Each tree and every stone
Doesn’t matter either way
When there’s a wolf inside your Home

You can hear the growling
So You throw the dog a bone
You’ll catch more bees with honey dear
But what does mother know

Feed us your girls
The wolves shout out
Feed us the ones with curves the ones without
Feed us your girls
From plate to mouth
Honey you’re the entree when you dress like that
And mother’s not around

Little Red was not a meal
A little girl is not a tease
A cloak is not an invitation for what’s underneath

Our no does not mean yes
There’s no riddle, there’s no test
Blood red clothes alone at night shouldn’t equal death

But the wolves are very hungry
Gnashing pointed teeth
Don’t care what the wrappers like
It’ll eat you if you breathe

So maybe it doesn’t matter
How we wrap up our skin
Cos you’d prefer to blame the girl
Then deal with your own sin

Feed us your girls
The wolves shout out
Feed us the ones with curves the ones without
Feed us your girls
From plate to mouth
Honey you’re the entree when you dress like that
And mother’s not around

Blake lowkey giggled-
shut up, because I have neither the time nor the crayons to explain to you that your family tree is a wreath. <33

Blake shut up, hay eater

Blake please do not remember my birthda-

Blake oh…nononnonononono-

Blake we know, hoebag.

Blake November 17