LMAO AWE NICE also for me it was kind of a burst of inspiration; I heard a few songs that i thought one of my characters could relate to and had the idea of finding a ton that they could relate to and compiling them into a playlist. there's a few stretches here and there but i'm pretty proud of what i've come up with :)
IM LITERALLY CRYING YOU LIKE ANUBIS'S PLAYLSIT?????????????????????????/ I LITERALLY LOVE YOU THANK YOU ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
also the only motivation for developing anubis was for the sole reason that it was Aloe Vera's christmas gift hahahah so if u need motivation just pretend its a gift
also i just kinda listen to music naturally and then im like, hey this song matches my character, and then i add it and it grows over time
if u do make playlists,,,,,, let us know ;)
The other kids always talked about their soulmates stains that painted their skin. Wondering who their soulmate might be. It was a human phenomenon across the world, everyone would have these strange contrasting spots on their skin. At first they believed it was merely a birthmark; however, a stranger or a close friend would brush the spots and colors would explode, indicating they were your soulmate. It represented where they would touch you for the first time.
Most of the kids had hand prints on their arms or dots on their hands or something normal. We were all young, so no one's stain was colorful yet.
My stain appeared on my shin. A medium-sized dot, like a golf ball. The issue was, I didn't believe in soulmates. I never felt any romantic interest - and yes, I may be a kid, but still - at all. I was never interested in people, so how could I possibly have a soulmate? A soulmate purely justifies the concept of no free will. I don't believe in it for a second, even if one day the golf-ball-sized dot on my shin lights up with a million colors, I won't regard the person. They are not my soulmate. I don't want one.
I gaze at the closed lighter in my hand. My mom sat next to me. We were in the principal's office, and the principal just finished discussing with my mom about my issues. I didn't pay attention to what they said, for it was the same spiel every time. I could feel my mom's pitiful glare on me.
After I hopped into the familiar car, the volcano erupted. "Olliver, I don't know what's gotten into you. You won't talk to the students, and you sneak off to look at a fucking fire? To burn yourself? What are you not telling me? Why have you strayed from God's light? I don't understand!" Her word's were emotional and tinged with pain and anger. I stayed silent. "Are you depressed? Do you need to see a therapist?"
"No."
"What?" she yelled in disbelief. "You're not you. Not since birth. Something- something is wrong. Are you possessed, Olliver? I've prayed for you for years now, but you must have gotten into Satan's grip, haven't you? Haven't you?"
She was crying at this point, mom was. Her voice threatened to give out. My mom was making me feel icky. I flicked open the lighter, pressing the button to summon the flame.
"Stop!" she screamed and tore the lighter out of my hand, extinguishing the flame. "You need help. You're not God's son."
And she threw me in a church camp with kids who smiled at me and said they cared. Counselors who bothered me and claimed to be apart of something bigger, something more than us. But, there's nothing more than us.
I got through it, ignoring everything around me. They checked me for lighters and matches, and I grinned, telling them, "I've changed. I see God now," while glancing at the hidden pocket in my bag.
Today was the last day that they gave us free time. I couldn't bare to be with my group any longer, the kids were insufferable. I took off, running towards nowhere. My feet hit the ground hard and I didn't give myself time to catch my breath, afraid that the counselors were chasing me. My mom warned them to keep an eye on me at all times. The wind ruined my perfectly swept hair, leaving it to a strange spiked up messy style. I turned my head to see if anyone was following me, when something hits my shin.
I yelp, crumpling over and crashing onto the hard ground, onto a lonely looking boy. I scrambled back up and brushed myself off, preparing to curse at him for being in my way, but he was staring at his knee.
His knee, which was bursting in color.
I stared, wide-eyed. Was that from me? My eyes flicker to my shin, and the same colors - reds and blues and purples - tainted what used to be an ashy black dot on my skin. We both looked at each other.
"I'm not gay," I blurt out, throwing my hands up. The kid squinted at me, his expression unreadable.
"Soulmates aren't always romantic," he uttered, his voice slightly higher than mine. I blinked at him. He brushed a stray hair behind his ear, the rest of the black strands were pulled up in an awfully short ponytail.
My eyes fell to the ground. "Right…" I sit back down, leaving just a bit of space between us, and stick out a hand. "I'm Anubis."
"I-" he hesitated, eyeing my legs. Whether he was looking at my burn scars or the soulmate mark, which was still spiraling with color, I wasn't sure. "I'm Jean," he finished slowly.
I stretched my legs out and leaned back on my arms, a sly grin appearing on my face. "Well, we're soulmates, GG. Mind you, I have high expectations." I tilt my head towards him. Jean looked as if he wanted to point a gun at me and shoot me, but I could tell he was trying to hold back a smile.
"Don't call me GG."
"Whatever you say, GG."
AWWWWW YOU'RE THE SWEETEST! also it occurred to me that we never really formally introduced ourselves, I am Jenny and, the other chick is obviously Aloe lmaooo!
also jenny i swear we both rlly gonna hint on the christian thing im crying
BUT THAT WAS SO CUTE AND IM IN TEARS BYE
Aaaaaaaaaaawwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww I'm sorry
jenny can't post this but she came up with it
You: it's not so bad when you get used to it
Anubis: what up, i'm jared, i'm 19
LMAO
(oh yeah, btw am working on chapter 3 of the AU so u can expect that either tonight or tomorrow heheh)
fucking HELL YEAH MORE AOD
also i hate to break it to you, but there's no second part lol everything from there would just line up with the canon story the only difference was the whole soulmate jazz
Murder House AU! Chap 3
"GG, we should run." I start, even though my legs refuse to let me start moving. What was stopping me? Curiosity? The need for a challenge? Whatever it was, it was affecting Jean too.
"Jean?" I repeat, tempted to look over at Jean as he evaluates his options.
"Wait." Jean begins, holding up his hands defensively at the man. "This is a hospital, not a kingdom." He utters, desperate for a way to stall the man. I roll my eyes. Is that the best he can come up with? The man sighs and tilts his head in frustration.
"Looks can be deceiving, Jean. It's not about the appearance, it's about the idea." He straightens up, making himself appear taller as he towers over us.
"Now, kneel before me."
"Hell no." Jean and I both say in unison, earning an awkward glance between us as the man tilts his head down with a scowl.
"Just because you're allowed to kill whoever comes on your floor doesn't mean you can tell me what to do." I sneer, crossing my arms as he reaches into his pocket.
"God lures us into submission by manifesting for us the illusion of free will."
Jean and I take a few steps back as he pulls out a gun, pointing it at Jean. Jean holds up his hands, as if he didn't have any weapons on him. I wonder how many hidden weapons he possessed.
"For instance," He begins, turning the gun towards me, but keeping eye contact with Jean. "Who will you sacrifice? Yourself, or him?"
Jean and I exchange glances as I watched Jean's eyes search for a solution. Why didn't he just say me? He knows I want to die, so wouldn't he jus-
BANG!
I jump, gasping as I realize I didn't feel a bullet hit me. I look up at the man, who's holding his chest tightly as blood drips from his black shirt. Jean held a gun of his own, with a look of murder in his eyes. His face was blank, but his eyes were determined and violent.
"You can't kill him. He wants me to kill him, and you're not going to stand in the way of our contract."
I don't even know how to react as the man falls to the floor, coughing blood out as he quickly loses consciousness.
"I am so much more than royal." The man sputters out before closing his eyes and falling limp. I look at Jean in shock as we stand there staring at him for a few moments. Suddenly a voice rang around the intercoms.
"Attention: B1's Resident has killed B2's Resident, violating rule 1. B1 Resident is now a sacrifice."
Jean looks at me nonchalantly, barely effected by this turn of events.
"Now I've really got to get out, I guess." He utters at me, turning toward the security door. As I step my way toward the door, I hear the scratching again. I turn around to find the words forming, quickly reading them before entering the room.
You shall have no other gods before me.
Exodus 20:3
I sigh and follow Jean, examining the security cameras as we follow the halls to find the elevator. We walk in silence down the hall, Jean's hands in his pockets as he stares at the ground. Should I start a conversation? What could I even talk about?
"So," I start, kicking a stray piece of trash, "How long have you been killing?"
Jean doesn't look up from the ground as we make a turn.
"Coupla years."
"Why did you start?" Jean looks up and turns to the elevator that we finally arrived at.
"Ah, finally. Prepare yourself for whatever hell awaits us up ahead."
I ignore the fact that he changed the subject as we enter the elevator. The ride is silent, I realize he doesn't want to talk right now, but I wanted to fill the silence somehow. Instead, I sigh and distract myself with his lighter. The doors open to reveal a dark hallway, the setting quite different. As we walk through the doors, I hear scratching on the wall.
They sacrificed their sons and daughters to the demons;
Psalm 106:37
Demons? I follow Jean as we wander the halls, the walls like that of a rotting house, the echoes of dripping surrounding us.
"Is this floor empt-" I begin, until I was interrupted by the sound of a distant scream. Jean and I glance at each other with intrigue, but slight worry. We continue, but with caution. Why is Jean so confident he'll get out of here? He said it himself, this building is full of crazed murderers, so what makes him think he's better than them?
"Look at you two,"
A smooth female voice rung around the floor around us. Where it was coming from, neither Jean nor I knew, but we paused.
"Broken pieces of a soul, I can see it in your eyes. Both of you are burdened with guilt; haunted by the burning embers of your memories."
I look at Jean, wondering where this is coming from. Come to think of it, Jean did ignore my question about why he became a murderer. Why is that?
"Nothing heals a wound more than physical connection, isn't that correct, Mr. White?"
Jean shuffled and looked at me with an awkward glance.
"Let's go, she hasn't shown her face yet so we'll have to ignore her."
I nod as we continue walking, hoping she wouldn't start talking about me.
"That's right, you ignored your problems. You let your family shower you with abuse until you couldn't take it anymore. Is that what you're going to do to me, Mr. White? Are you going to kill me?"
Her voice slowly grew more insane as she went on, causing Jean to grow more uncomfortable with his body language.
"Oh, Jeany boy, there's no need to worry. Judgement day is tomorrow, so why don't you find pleasure in today?"
"Fuck off, you fucking whore." Jean snaps, followed by a long silence. Jean looks at me curiously and sighs heavily, as we continue down the hallway. We stop by a room and open it, immediately hit with a nasty stench. Nevertheless, we walked in, which was our first mistake. The door slammed shut, and despite Jean's efforts, it wouldn't open. I look around the room. Wooden crates lined the walls of the medium sized room as I feel the need to cover my nose. Something was rotting in here. Jean approached a crate and opened the lid, immediately retaliating and dropping the lid.
"It's chopped up bodies." He utters, covering his nose as he steps away. Something led me to believe that's what every crate was filled with.
"What are we supposed to do?"
"Mr. Levin."
She spoke again, somehow her voice so clear and smooth. What kind of speaker is she hiding in here?
"I believe you would know how to dispose of a body, am I correct?"
LMAO sorry this girl gon be a little disturbing depending on how much i can utilize her whole deal
me, thinking of every girl in existence: who
hey
you got a pinterest by any chance
you wanna
ok u gotta give me ur
we have some private boards i gotta add u to
ok the ones with jeanubis are children,,,, and then prince is in BACKGROUND OCS
and then ima add u to anubis look-a-likes and one called clothes for ur ocs which has jeanubis stuff too
sorry theres also other characters in there ur gonna have to deal with
he owns my entire life tammy i love him so much
righttttttt his songs are sooo well written and his VOICE I CANNOT
all of t e h e m hdsdjfksjfal; jfdkjklfsdkjl;df;ljkdfs (i enjoy my old bicycle a lot and and ana and a nd a medicine man)
what about you
dude i knowww im obssessseddd with all of themmmm i love swim tho its underrated