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Orange side theory (or so?)

Ok so I know that there already so many but I haven't seen this one before (if here is already this one than I'm sorry).

So what if the Orange side is not a side who was already there but a side who has be created over last months (the sanders sides time-line not the real) and is not wrath but depression.

This would explain why especially Logan and Roman had so much trouble the last times, because depression is stealing your motivation, is holding you back and also makes it hard to think logical. This could be the reason why c! Thomas and the other sides have trouble listening (ignoring) to Logan.

Or

Virgil has got some depression quirks, without his knowledge.(if a another side would have it is probably Virgil)

Because are you gonna tell me, with all that happened, that c!Thomas doesn't have (at least) a slight depression. He has anxiety and intrusive thoughts but not depression.I mean it could be but it would make sense if he had depression, right?

Scar swinged his sword, chopping an arm of a zombie. He smiled with satisfaction and stabbed the zombie straight in the face.

"Stupid brainless monsters" he thought to himself with pure hatred and turned around to chop off two heads in one move. It felt good.

He never let anyone look when he cleaned his unlit bases of monsters. He was a little scared that they might think he's crazy. But to be fair not many pepole kill zombie with such satisfaction and brutallity.

One zombie came closer than the others. Closer than Scar would like. He swinged his sword again and cut through it's spongy, rotten flesh like through butter.

He looked around. There was so many of them. A sea of rotten brainless monsters. He pushed through the hungry for brains crowd using his sword. Stabbed one in the chest, chop anothers torso off.

He placed torches on the way. As much as he liked to have a place where he can unload his anger he couldn't let his visitors hear the growls of angry monsters coming from under Main Street.

He hid his sword in the inventory and focused on spacing the torches. He shouldn't have, he should never get his eyes of his enemy, even if it was as stupid as zombies. The only thing he heard was a triumphal growl and then...

Darkness

Like always

He woke up. The pain in his back was fading but it still was a little paintful to move. The sun was slowly rising on the horizon and he realized that he must've spent the whole night killing zombies.

Again.

He lied for a while. His old scars hurt again. He hoped he could forget likd he sometimes forgot how to spell some words ot to eat when he was on low health. But he could never forget what those things did to him.

"Oh gosh, my stuff!" He remembered, jumped out of his bed and quickly ran back towards the underside of Scarland. He couldn't let it despawn it would be so much grinding and he just got a new set of armour. "Don't worry Jellie I'll be right back!"

Yay Scar angst!

Guess who is feeling better? Not me! I'm still very sick but I felt bad promising whoever actually reads this blog Scar angst and then not giving it to you.

So anyway here you go some TCD trauma yay!

I feel like Scar would be that kind of person to have a traumatic flashback, think about it for a while and then go back to beenig silly.

"Do you want to live forever? " the words of a smiling doctor from an ad that ended the world echoed in Scars mind.

"No I don't" he thought back remembering the look on pepole's faces when their limbs started turning sickly green and twisting in unnatural directons "That's what happens when you try to live forever Jellie. You become a barin-eating monster." he said to his only friend in this plauged world.

The advertisement played from the broken tv that stood with half of it's screen shattered in the middle of a living room Scar found himself resting in after barely escaping the zombies. The sun was setting through big broken windows and the ruined city behind it looked like it was covered in blood. Scar was tired after a long day of running and hiding from the creatures that roamed the streets below. He neded to find a a safe place to stay for longer than a day. But not here.

The ad played one more time bringing him back to reality. "Of course this ad must be stuck on a loop" he thought annoyed and grabbed his baseball bat decorated nicely with stickers and blood and smashed the tv with it. The sound of a falling object might have alerted the zombies but he didn't care. As long as this damned commercial didn't play he was happy.

He went to the kitchen to search for food. Cupboards - empty, empty, a jar of old coffee, empty. He opened the fridge door trying not to look at the photos of a happy family that were attached to it with magnets from trips to different cities and countries. They were probably already dead. Or zombies. It didn't matter. What mattered was that the fridge was also empty. He was a little hungry but he had to last without food for the night.

At least Jellie didn't have to worry about food beacuse she showed him proudly the mouse she just caught. "Come on Jellie let's see if they have some cool books or stickers here. The rocket one got almost entirely scratched off"

Yay Scar angst again

Oh to be a child surviving the apocalypse only with your cat

Every vote is a hug for tis traumatized little boy

Go vote for him he really needs it.

Scar held his breath until the growls disappeared in the distance. He lifted the lid of the garbage container gasping for fresh air of the poorly lit alleyway. "Great I'm gonna stink now" he said to himself.

He picked up his backpack from behind the container where it fell. At least it didn't stink. He took out his torch and headed down the alley. Luckily zombies had bad eyesight. The torch was dying anyway so there was only a small chance they'll notice him. Find a shower and some batteries - he added to his list.

The alley seemed to streach on forever. Scars backpack started to feel a little heavy and he decided to rest for a while. He opened a random door to a small flat. He threw himself and his backpack on the couch. He closed his eyes and tried to empty his head.

Then in the silence he heard a noise. A noise he never heard before. It was coming from a room at the end of the hallway. Intrigued he peeked through the ajar door. It was a dark, messy bedroom with a lot of bookshelves. He went in and the noise came again. He looked around and noticed a small shape on the bed. "A cat" Scar stated suprised.

"Hi little one" he said "What are you doing here alone?". The kitten looked at him with its green eyes. Scar felt like it was asking the same question. "Well I'm here to enjoy one of a few moments not running away from zombies" he responded and his stomach growled.

He opened his backpack and took out a tuna sandwich. The kitten meowed at him. Scar never thought that a meow could be so human-like. "You're hungry too?" he gave Jellie - that's what he started calling her in his head - some tuna.

"So uhm. I haven't introduced myself propetly. I'm Scar. That isn't my real name I don't actually remember my name so I gave myself a new one. And you?" he asked and she meowed back

"You also don't remember your name? How about Jellie? I already started calling you that in my head. It fits you" Jellie responded with a meow of agreement

"You like it? Okay Jellie it is" smiled Scar. It was a long time since he smiled. And now he had a friend.

Not really angst but very fun and cute.

Before Scar met Jellie he could only talk to himself so he's very happy to have her by his side

And hey, why don't you vote for him?

He will be very happy to have you by his side too

There are worms inside my brain

Whispering words I choose to belive

And every time I do, more worms squirm their way into my ear

Please call pest control

Museum tour

I walk down the halls of a museum

An old castle - paintings and statues and furniture surround me

There are people from the past

They stroll, converse, invite me to tea

They're all ghosts

I walk down the red carpets

Nothing here really feels old

A shiny wooden cabinet with deer, hunters and hounds

No-one seems to notice it

I walk down the corridor of mirrors

Glass is everywhere

It hangs from the walls and dangles from cellings and lays on tables

Every doorway is a mirror

I get lost

I forget the past

There is a mirror

Where it all started

There is a crack

In the mirror

It looks like a keyhole

There is a screen

At the end of the hall

There is a film

Of people and paintings

They're all in mirrors

And I run

Out of the theathre

Into a hallway

And I see statues

Their necks unnaturally twisted

Their faces painfully contorted

Their eyes on me

All the eyes on me

The paintings and statues and furniture

And the mirrors

I walk down the hall into the museum gift shop

You guys remembering that one post a while back were I sayd Billy Loomis is straight/bicurious???

Yea I take that back, billy and stu were gay for each other 1000% they were gay and lovers so here is the hot take for today.

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher are bisexual and pansexual icons and they definitely were holding hands and do all sort of gay and chaotic romantic shit with each other.

Keep reading

If You still doing request can you do a headcannon with Jolyne as the female readers' wife and they have a daughter together and how it would be like thank you

My midterms are killing me, but I always have time for Jolyne💖

Thanks for the request anon💖

Honestly, Jolyne never expected to get married or have children, especially after what happened with Romeo. She hardly trusted anyone who wanted to get involved with her romantically.

But everything changed when you came into her life. You most likely met through being mutual friends with Ermes and you hit it off right away. After a few months of close friendship, she starts to fall for you but holds back, her last relationship haunting her thoughts. But Jolyne won't distance herself from you, you are the one person who brings her hope that there’s still a possibility of a pure, loving relationship.

In time she will confess her feelings to you, it’ll be tricky since Jolyne will be a little jumpy with PDA and affection, although with time, your help, and reassurance she will overcome her anxieties and finally be comfortable with your relationship.

Jolyne would want a relatively small wedding, inviting only close friends and family, but she wouldn’t stop you from inviting more guests from your side of the family. Your wedding would most likely be held on the beach as the sun sets and paints the sky in gorgeous warm colors as you exchange vows and lock lips in a passionate kiss.

For your honeymoon, Jolyne would want to spend it somewhere opposite of where your wedding took place, so Canada would be your top destination, spending your days having fun in the snow and your evenings cuddled up together by the fire sound like absolute and total bliss for her.

Jolyne wouldn’t be sure about adopting a child, mostly because she’s a bit frightened by the responsibility that comes with having a child. But in time as she gets older, she sees the joy a child would bring.

You would most likely adopt and your baby girl would bring a new ray of sunshine into your home. She would want a strong name for her daughter but Diana and Victoria are her favorites. Although she would listen to your opinion on the matter before anything.

Both you and Jolyne would be very involved in your baby girl's life as she grows up, showing up to every school event she participates in and encouraging her to join clubs and afterschool activities that interest her. She would take after both of you and grow to be a strong and just social butterfly that protects herself and her friends.

One of your ideas would be girl's nights in, you’d always bake something and spend the night playing games and watching movies as a family. These nights usually end up with the three of you falling asleep halfway through the movie in a big pile of blankets on the sofa and/or the floor.

Seeing both you and your daughter happy makes Jolyne's heart skip a beat, she knows that she would go to the ends of the world just to make sure your family is safe and content.

(Okay I want to start to write stories about my characters but I don’t have a good English which means that I have to write it in Spanish 🤙✨)

Today who we gonna write about is Vexum the owl boy that I already named as Vexum

Anyways is time to start ^^

El diario de Vexum

Martes 4 de abril, 1987

Pertenecer a los Goetia no es tan fácil como se ve, bueno tal vez sea una buena vida pero para mantener esa vida debes de hacer lo que se te señalen, debes de dedicarte a lo que tus padres te enseñen a hacer incluso si no te gusta.. yo quería ser un gran escritor pero mis padres me hicieron arrancar aquel sueño de mi piel y alma, que desde niño me acompañaban y me hacía soñar, que hacíamos ojos brillar de solo pensar en aquel bello sueño.

Y ahora aquí estoy, un día antes de mi boda con una mujer con la cual solo hablé una vez en toda mi vida, no lo puedo negar,.. ella es preciosa pero simplemente no siento nada por ella más que horribles deseos carnales recorriendo mis venas como mi sangre fluyendo por mis venas pero no la amo, no la amo pero si la quiero, hablamos de manera sexual me siento afortunado de tenerla por que bueno.. ella tiene el cuerpo perfecto, plumas marrón cocoa, flamantes ojos rosa pastel y una sonrisa que derrite a cualquiera pero fuera de el tema sexual y hablando de mis sentimientos la verdad es que no siento nada de amor o enamoramiento hacia ella.

Se que sonará loco pero de todos modos puedo escribirlo, no? Después de todo este es mi diario personal que nadie verá, no mientras yo viva

El punto es que la verdad siento como mi corazón acelera cuando veo a ese diablillo.. su suave piel roja con manchas blancas por donde sea, ese esponjoso cabello blanco, aquel par de ojos esmeralda y esa preciosa sonrisa que me vuelve loco y hace mi cuerpo estremecer pero no solo mi cuerpo se estremece pero si no también algo que está entre mis piernas y me vuelve vulnerable y loco por atención y usar esa parte.

Aquel dulce diablillo se llama Azib, ente los ojos de los Goetia y del infiero entero tener atracción por un rango bajo es lo peor que se puede hacer en el mundo entero pero bueno.. a quien le importa?

Aunque mi boda esté cerca no me importa, yo quiero y seguiré teniendo esos encuentros lujuriosos con mi amado Azib..

No me sacó de la cabeza aquellos dulces gemidos que su pequeña boca produce cada que penetro su suave ano.. es tan cálido y apretado que adoro sentir esa sensación, es simplemente satisfactorio saber que tanto el como yo estamos disfrutando ese momento íntimo y también adoro lo que sigue siendo esto cuando empiezo a embestir dentro de él.. adoro sacarle mil y un gemidos de mi pequeño Azib cada que tenemos sexo.. el es muy pequeño si hablamos de altura así que mi pene es muy grande para el y lo llenó perfectamente de manera fácil

No puedo.. quisiera que los rangos no existieran y así podría estar con el amor de mi vida sin ser juzgado por salir con el.. quisiera que en vez de mi futura esposa Mary estuviera mi hermoso Azib pero bueno.. mañana será aquel día especial en el cual ya no hay marcha atrás..

Atte: Vexum

Vexum’s diary

Well, sir. idiot thought that will be a good idea make the “Vexum’s diary” story but in English which idk how I gonna do it cuz my spelling that is a bit too bad

Anyways is time to humiliate myself writing this and committing like 2000 of grammatical errors

Also I can’t take this seriously by the GIF of the fish spinning around-

Anyways let’s start!

Tuesday April 9 2000

Introduction

This sinful thought, this unholy feeling on my chest that at eyes of the society and more important, the Goetia, it won’t be appreciated and be see with good eyes…

But for me.. it was the most sweet, innocent feeling and thought that I ever had and I can’t help but create this diary so I will have somebody who I can share my thoughts about that sweet imp, I can’t tell how I feel without feel judged by others, a place where I can be free to express my feelings and thoughts freely, nobody can judge me… nobody can hurt me for what I say… just a place where I can be myself without feeling judged or ashamed by my thoughts.

Azib, he is such a gentleman, kinda anxious and shy but that is what make him cuter!

He is the most cute boy ever who is shy-full yet like a chihuahua, yeah… is I had to describe him I will, describe him as a little chihuahua… he is just so goddamn cute yet aggressive but I, still loving him but there’s a small yet important problem on our relationship.

He is an imp, a guy who dedicated to cheat on bet and games for gain money and me…? I’m a goddamn Goetia! The future prince of hell and in love with a guy, worst at all that guy is also a lowly imp, those relationships aren’t wrong and you can have it unless you belong to Goetia family because they have to marry with somebody of his opposite gender and create a family that gonna be their heir or heiress…! I hate that!

I don’t want to marry with a woman, I want to be with my Azzy, hug him, propose to him and create a family between us but as I say, you can do that unless you belong to the Goetia family…

Si

Silly boi

He is ¡Ronnie!

He is just a silly lamb boy with personality of a shy and nervous lost lamb