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I have to say, this looks absoulutly amazing. The shading and coloreds are blended/contrasted perfectly. This drawing looks incredible....

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[ ] the dark
[x] giving birth 
[x] being myself in front of others 
[ ] open spaces
[/] closed spaces
[x] heights 
[ ] dogs 
[ ] birds
[ ] fish 
[x] spiders 
[ ] flowers or other plants 
So Far: 4.5

[ ] being touched 
[ ] fire
[x] deep water 
[ ] snakes
[ ] silk 
[x] the ocean
[x] failure
[ ] success
[ ] thunder/lightning 
[ ] frogs/toads
[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad 
[ ] boyfriends/girlfriends mom
[ ] rats 
[x] jumping from high places
[ ] snow
So Far: 8.5

[ ] rain
[ ] wind 
[ ] crossing hanging bridges
[x] death (not of death, more of whats after that. the afterlife.)
[ ] heaven
[ ] being robbed
[x] falling 
[ ] clowns 
[ ] dolls
[x] large crowds of people
[ ] men
[ ] women
[ ] having great responsibilities
[ ] doctors, including dentists
[ ] tornadoes
So Far: 11.5

[ ] hurricanes
[/] incurable diseases  
[/] sharks 
[ ] Friday the 13th 
[/] ghosts
[ ] poverty
[ ] Halloween
[ ] school
[ ] trains 
[ ] odd numbers
[ ] even numbers
[x] being alone
[ ] becoming blind 
[ ] becoming deaf
[ ] growing up
So Far: 13.5

[x] creepy noises in the night
[ ] bee stings 
[/] not accomplishing my dreams/goals 
[ ] blood 
[ ] dinosaurs 
[ ] the welcome mat 
[x] high speed 
[ ] throwing up
[ ] falling in love
[ ] super secrets
Total: 16

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If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.
If you get more than 20, you're paranoid.
If you get 10-20, you are normal.
If you get 10 or less, you're fearless.
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My total: 
19 

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 You are Bro Fuckin’ Strider.

 Of course, you’re so cool you don’t need an introduction, but you did it for the irony. Now then, you’re sitting at your desk working on your robotics when you hear little sniffles of increasing volume starting to sound across the hall. Damn these walls are thin. Those little sounds belong to Egbert though, because you now you raised Dave to believe that Striders don’t cry. Striders are ugly criers.

 Hearing John crying reminds you of yesterday, when you almost sent his dad over the edge of the railing. Bastard deserved it. You’ve seen this kid when he watches horror movies (adorable as fuck, he gets so scared) but he was just downright terrified when his dad started coming towards him.

 When you saw Dave carrying John yesterday, you just froze. John was a nice boy. He had an amazing sense of humor and a pranksters habit that got a little out of hand sometimes, but that was okay before it was funny as shit to watch him prank Dave. The kid has so much love to share with everyone he meets, honestly it shocks you, but yesterday. Yesterday that wasn’t him. What you saw was a bloody, bruised kid with broken eyes. Kid probably didn’t even notice them. You don’t know what the fuck happened, but you know that even though you’ve beaten Dave ass countless times and left him bruised and battered, he’s never reacted like this. It’s not like you beat within an inch of his life, it’s just how strifes go. He’s never complained about it. John though. He was acting like a neglected dog meeting his former owner. He was in so much pain and so completely scared of the man coming towards them, and you just snapped.

 Now it doesn’t happen often, you snapping, and honestly it’s probably a good thing Dave grabbed you and somehow forcefully removed you from Dadbert. He latched onto the arm you had raised, it’d already hit his cheek once, but damn. If it was legal you would’ve sent him over the railing for hurting John like that. Even thinking about it now makes your blood boil. What the fuck even happened between them?


 You’re now Dadbert.


 The situation was okay. You were able to control your anger up until you got out of church. John shouldn’t have been punished, he wasn’t the one being ridiculously rude. You weren’t going to get very mad and hurt him too bad when you got home. You really weren’t.

 But that’s not how things went.

 You commented on David’s behavior and John apologized, which you were rather pleased about. Then he started justifying it, and you got a little pissed off again. You’d told him to dump Dave, because of his personality and how rude he is. It’s going to influence John in the worst way you’re sure, and he’s gay. It makes everything a lot harder to deal with, especially in your case. John almost got kicked out of church, and he's defending the person you caused it! You'd grit your teeth and told him not to talk. Dave didn't deserve being defended. Still he insisted on rambling on about it. You'd snapped and yelled at him to stop talking and get a girlfriend. Everything would be so much easier if he did. But no. He'd yelled back and said you were a terrible father.

 That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

 That was the one thing that could've broken you. He went on to say Elizabeth, his own mother, would've  and accepted him. He'd said he wished she was still here so you stopped forcing all these "stupid" expectations on him.

 That broke you.

 Then you broke him.



 You're now John.


 The next day, day #2 you finally remembered what had happened. It happened when Dave told you you smelled all sweaty. That broke something in your subconscious, all the memories came back. Dad's fists, his feet, his voice screaming at you to shut up because what did you know? He hurt you. In ways you didn't know he could. At least last time he'd pulled out. You stopped breathing, or at least that's how you remember it. Dave said you were hyperventilating. You curled into a ball and started sobbing, loudly, and Dave held you close. You didn't push him away, but you couldn't stop crying. It hurt to cry. It hurt to breath, think, live. Everything hurt. Dave held you through three hours of your ultimate breakdown, and demanded answers after that.

 You refused to talk, and you haven't broken your resolve yet.

-_-_-_-___---____--__-_


 It's been two whole weeks since your breakdown. Dave asks you everyday and everynight to tell him, but you just shake your head. You can't tell him, and more importantly, you don't want to. College is around the corner. If you live on campus, maybe you can just forget your Dad even exists. Even then, Dave's questions probably won't stop. They're actually starting to wear you down. You started crying again the last few times he's asked, and he's apologized an ample amount of times, but if he's really sorry he wouldn't ask! Right? It's a Sunday, which means Dave is cramming to get his homework done at the last minute while you hang out with Dave's brother on the couch. He's watching My Little Pony, while you sit there, zoning out really. You've never cared for this show, and you're definitely not going to start caring now.

 "Who's your favorite?" You jump and look over at him, a little shocked that he spoke to you. He pointed to the screen and the show, "Who's your favorite."

 "Oh, uh..."

 He smirked a little, "Applejack."

 This is getting confusing. "Is that yours?" You venture carefully.

 He snorts, "Fuck no. Rainbow Dash is my favorite. She's the most badass. I’m just assuming you’d like AppleJack the most. You seem like an AppleJack kind of guy."

 “I do?” He smirks slightly and nods. You’re more than confused until Dave pops his head out of his room.

 “Quit flirting with my boyfriend, Bro. John, I’m all done if you want to hang out still.”

 “We missed our movie time Dave, there’s really nothing else we could’ve done.” Dave just raises an eyebrow and gives you that shit eating grin. “Dave no, I swear to god don’t you dare sa-”

 “Bro?” You stop and look over at the elder to see him smirk. Oh no.

 “We’re gonna go see the shittiest movie they have.” Dave disappears, giving you enough time to groan in dismay before he appears behind you and pulls you up. “Let’s go my little Egderp. This is gonna be awesome.”


 It’s so not awesome.

 You bitch heavily at Dave so how horribly the movie “Epic Movie” just sucked. Normally you’d be all for these parody movies, but they dissed your favorites. Seriously, who does that?! Dave laughs at your dismay, and deep inside you really are happy. Everything just feels natural. It’s midnight when you get out of the theater and are almost home. Apparently Dave was using his head and doesn’t bring up your Dad or bear down on you as to why you broke down. It’s nice.

 Or so you thought.


 You are so tired, not that it matters. Bro didn’t mind you sleeping in Dave’s room for once, usually he’s so adult-like, but tonight it was different. You’re already changed and settling down in bed when Dave turns off the lights and crawls in next to you,wrapping you up in his arms. You remove your glasses,and he takes them before settling back down.

 “John.”

 “Hm?” You’re so tired.

 “Will you tell me what happened?”

 You sigh, “Dave-”

 “Please.”

 “I can’t.”

 “Why?”

 “I just can’t.”

 “Don’t you trust me?”

 “Well yes, but-”

 “Then tell me. I can’t react any worse than Bro.”

 “Yes you can.” You whisper.

 “Please tell me.’

 “Can’t.”

 “Why not?”

 “Because I’m too scared.”

 It’s his turn to pause. Then he sighs and  kisses your forehead. “It’ll be okay.”

 You’re shaking, trying not to cry as you relive your memories. “Dave-”

 “I promise you’ll be okay.”

 “I-I got raped.”

 Then everything just stops.
DaveJohn- Chapter 10/?
TRIGGER WARNING:
It's finally here, the moment everyone has ben waiting for.
Rape mention.
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My everyday life comic by Meowmeowcat1
My everyday life comic
So this is a scene from earlier today. I was cutting a tomato. Least to say my mom did the chores on her own.
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   I don’t understand myself. Not that I understood much in the first place. I used to enjoy so much. What changed that? Know I can’t even muster up a smile for Christmas sometimes. WHy though? You only see what you want.

I’m not hurting. I’m just...a blank page, with no emotions to you. I have no ambitions, no dreams, no desire to do anything but be lazy to you, don’t I?

It wasn’t always like that though. I used to love cleaning. I was looking forward to each and every new day brightly. Now I go to sleep wishing the next day never comes. Why?

Do I really not want to do anything with my life?

You say I’m too stupid to pursue anything I’d ever want to do in the first place. Am I?

I don’t know anymore.

I wish I could cry. Sometimes it’s nice to get out feelings, but I just can’t cry. As much as I will the tears to my eyes, they just don’t come anymore.

I look at my friends. I look at strangers. I overhear conversations.

Everyone has their own problems to deal with. No one has the time or want to carry my burdens, so why even try opening up sometimes?

Especially when you have no idea how you true are feeling.

I look at my friends.

Everyone I hold dear is moving on.

It feels like I’m being left behind.

I want to cry. I want to be selfish and get mad at them for leaving.

But I can’t. I can’t because it’s only for the best.

God what’s wrong with me?!

Why can’t I just be confident for once?? Why can’t I just be happy for once?!

Can’t I just smile without having to force myself, just once?



Why am I so sad anyways?

Why do I always screw up everything I do?

Can’t I just do something right for a change?

Can’t you just say you’re proud of me, without ever having doubted me previously?

Then again, that’s too much to ask of you. Nevermind. No,I didn’t say anything. What’s the weather tomorrow.

Yes, I know I did it wrong. I just don’t know how to do the task. I’m sorry for being stupid. No I’m not crying, please stop yelling at me.

No, I’m not sad, sorry I don’t smile every second of the day.

Thank you for telling me what a fuck-up I always am. I know I’m too dumb to be in any college not that any would take me in the first place.

No I’m not comparing myself to her! I just want you to be proud of me. I just want to push my limit and see what I can do. But I know I’ll never be able to.


Please don’t leave. Please? I now it won’t do anything. You’ll be gone before I know it. That’s just how it goes.
You wake up with a start. It’s the next morning, and you’re sleeping on the bathroom floor. School. School is a thing, a thing that you are so completely late for! You’re late! You try to get up, but the instant you move you groan and look around. When did you go to the bathroom again? With much effort you somehow manage to sit up and look down at your battered body. Of course now that you can feel your head, it feels unnaturally heavy and foggy behind a huge headache that’s coming on. Looking down at your body, blue and black all over with bruises you have one singular article of clothing on. It’s your underwear.

What even happened yesterday?

Instead of trying to recall you force yourself to your feet. Your hips protest strongly, threatening to buckle below you. In the mirror you take a look at your face, almost wishing you hadn’t. Usually your Dad was careful about your face, but here you are; one black eye, deep bruises covering your left cheek and the area between your eye and cheek on your right. Shit, no wonder you’ve got such a horrid headache. You make a breathy noise of anger  before your hand goes to your throat and a puzzled look crosses your face. The fuck? Why does your throat feel like it’s raw and swollen closed. You attempt to talk, feeling rather surprised that your voice comes out. It’s scratchy and a little painful, but it still comes out. You puff out a sigh and slowly, painfully make your way across the hallway to your room.Your clothes are up here, why does that surprise you so much? Well whatever. You dig around in your pants pocket until you find your phone. It’s pretty low on battery, so you plug it in and check the time. Only you don’t really get the chance as Dave calls you. You answer bringing the phone to your ear.

“Hello?”

“John??”

“That’s me.” Your voice breaks and you clear your throat before wincing. “What’s up?”

“The fuck you mean ‘what’s up?’ Dude why aren’t you at school?”

“I…” Why aren’t you at school? Why were you in the bathroom again, what the hell is going on with today? “I don’t know?”

The a small pause. “John, are you okay?”

“I think so? I can’t really move.” It’s the honest truth, you’re so damn bruised it’s head to do much more than breath. “I fell asleep in the bathroom and missed my alarm for school.”

“I’m coming over, right now.”

“What-no!” You pull the phone away from your ear and cough before bringing it back, “Dave you’re in the middle of school, you can’t just leave!”

“I’m coming over.” He insisted.

You sigh in defeat. “Yeah. Okay.” He tells you he’ll be over in a bit and you mutter a goodbye before he hangs up. In the little time you have you pull on a shirt and pants before going through what else in on your bed. A bible? Is it yours, no, you have one but it’s already in your bookshelf. Fucking, Dad. You sigh and place it off to the side and keep looking. Dave clothes are still here at least.The clothes you had on yesterday are there too, you pick them up and examine if they’re too wrinkled to re-wear again maybe tomorrow. Oh joy there are holes in them. Wait. Those don’t look like holes, they’re too ragged to be holes.  Upon further examination you find they’re ripped. Your nice clothes are fucking ripped. You sigh in frustration and throw them to the side of your room as the doorbell rings. Dave. There’s a brief struggle before you get to your feet as he bangs on the door. “I’m getting there, calm your crap Dave.” You yell, not that it comes out that loud. Whatever you’re still moving as fast as you freaking can, which is a snail's pace. You pause at the stairs. Those fucking stairs. With a sigh and extreme pain you begin your descent down the godforsaken things. You’re about halfway down when the back door open and Dave rushes in looking around frantically before calling your name.
   You raise an eyebrow and take another step down, “Dave, I need you to calm down. You’ll kill your cool kid facade.”

Dave whips around and runs to the base of the stairs, just staring at you. God what a sight you must be; your face bruised to hell and desperately clinging to the stair rail so you don’t fall. He comes up instead. You don’t get much of a chance to react before he’s hoisting your body over his bony shoulder, causing you to cry out shapely. He apologizes immediately, but continues downstairs and to the couch where he sets you down as gently as he can.

“John what the fuck happened to you?”

“I don’t remember.”

“Can you try?” He moves your head to get a better look at your face.

“Not with this headache of mine.” Then you feel his hand ghosting up your shirt and it feels so wrong you could swear something inside of you bent and started stirring up memories as you shove him away with all your might and yelling at him not to touch you.

Then everything is dark and painful. It’s hard to breath.

Dave’s hands are ghosting on your shoulders, his voice distance as he tries to get you to somehow ‘come back.’ You don’t understand, because you never left. He’s still calling for you so you try to find a source of light.

“Open your eyes, John, you gotta look at me.” Oh. You didn’t know you were closing your eyes in the first place. You do as he requests and open them.

His shades are off and his eyes are filled with concern and confusion. “John, baby,” He reaches for your hands and you don’t hesitate to put yours in them, “You gotta tell me what’s going on. What happened?”

You shake your head, “I don’t now. I don’t know, I don’t know!” The volume of your voice starts getting out of control, are you crying? No, you don’t think so, but you can feel your eyes stinging with the effort to keep in the tears.

“I’m taking you back with me okay? You’re going to stay with me for a few weeks, months even. That sound good?” You nod, sniffing and going to wipe your eyes. “Can I assess the damage?” Another nod and he’s lifting your shirt again. You don't know why you freaked out and reacted like that, and frankly, it bothers you. You blow out a sigh as Dave starts gently poking and prodding at your bruises. This isn't the first time he's done it, and if you keep living here, it certainly won't be the last.

You whine and hiss at all the pokings, but don't start wailing in pain, which means nothing's broken, you think. Dave instructs you to still as he goes up and grabs some stuff. You nod and tell him to make sure to get long sleeve shirts and phone charger. A few minutes later you hear the garage door opening, but just barely. Fuck it scares you. You yell at Dave to hurry up, right as he's coming downstairs.

"What? Why?"

"Dad's here. Now." That's all it takes for him to sling the duffle back over his shoulder, grab your backpack and shoes, and pick you up before making a mad dash for the back door, Both the front and back doors open simultaneously.

"John? A yellow truck is sitting outside. Is that Strider boy here?" You don't answer as Dave very quietly closes the door and locks it before sprinting out to his truck and setting you down as  as possible and literally ripping off your bags and throwing them in the back. You take that time to force yourself to freaking move and buckle yourself in as Dave gets in and straps in himself.

The front door opens again. "JONATHAN ELIZABETH EGBERT!"

Dave jams the keys in the ignition and pulls the car away in a hurry as your Dad starts running at the car. The whole ordeal nearly gives you a goddamn heart attack and you slump in your seat and let out a breath of relief. Dave starts chuckling, and you look over.

"Fuck yeah, take that you old man." You grin at him. "You doing okay there John?"

"Yeah." You pause, because you actually feel great. "Yeah."

"Good, cause you'll be living with us for awhile."

"I like the sound of that."

"Damn right you do. No one can resist the Strider charm." You snort at him. "What was that?" He leans an ear towards you.

"You're such a dork."

"Wow. So rude." You giggle and he continues driving at full speed to his apartment with Bro. Once there and actually parked he grabs all your stuff and you again and takes the "metal death trap" or elevator up, knowing he can't carry you upstair and you can't even carry you upstairs. Once on the destined floor dave kicks his front door until Bro answers it.

"I'm going to need every vegetable bag we've got stat." Is really all Dave says, but Bro doesn't budge. "Bro? I need to get in." After a minute of still nothing you whimper slightly and wiggle. Dave sets you down immediately, offering his apologies and the elevator dings.

Out steps your Dad. "John." He's seething, and you clinging to Dave, can you breath? You don't know, you're too busy freaking the shit out to comprehend anything.  Dave has one arm around you for protection, even though you know it's useless. Bro is suddenly right there. He grabs your Dad by the collar and slams him against the stone wall.

"What did you do?" He growls out and you feel Dave shiver.

"Shit." He mutter and picks you up again. You whine in protest, but he refuses to acknowledge that. "Stay here, I'm going to go get Bro before he kills someone."

Dave is just out the bedroom door when you hear Bro bellow, "What did you do?!"

Dave starts running again.

What have you done?
DaveJohn -Sadstuck Chapter 9/?
This is an aftermath of the following day, I'll get to what actually happened in that one afternoon, but it won't be straight away.
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Sally Coashi
Artist | Student | Literature
United States
Interests

[ ] the dark
[x] giving birth 
[x] being myself in front of others 
[ ] open spaces
[/] closed spaces
[x] heights 
[ ] dogs 
[ ] birds
[ ] fish 
[x] spiders 
[ ] flowers or other plants 
So Far: 4.5

[ ] being touched 
[ ] fire
[x] deep water 
[ ] snakes
[ ] silk 
[x] the ocean
[x] failure
[ ] success
[ ] thunder/lightning 
[ ] frogs/toads
[ ] my boyfriends/girlfriends dad 
[ ] boyfriends/girlfriends mom
[ ] rats 
[x] jumping from high places
[ ] snow
So Far: 8.5

[ ] rain
[ ] wind 
[ ] crossing hanging bridges
[x] death (not of death, more of whats after that. the afterlife.)
[ ] heaven
[ ] being robbed
[x] falling 
[ ] clowns 
[ ] dolls
[x] large crowds of people
[ ] men
[ ] women
[ ] having great responsibilities
[ ] doctors, including dentists
[ ] tornadoes
So Far: 11.5

[ ] hurricanes
[/] incurable diseases  
[/] sharks 
[ ] Friday the 13th 
[/] ghosts
[ ] poverty
[ ] Halloween
[ ] school
[ ] trains 
[ ] odd numbers
[ ] even numbers
[x] being alone
[ ] becoming blind 
[ ] becoming deaf
[ ] growing up
So Far: 13.5

[x] creepy noises in the night
[ ] bee stings 
[/] not accomplishing my dreams/goals 
[ ] blood 
[ ] dinosaurs 
[ ] the welcome mat 
[x] high speed 
[ ] throwing up
[ ] falling in love
[ ] super secrets
Total: 16

If you wish to post this in your journal, it's been requested that you title it "I'm afraid of __ out of 72 common fears".
If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.
If you get more than 20, you're paranoid.
If you get 10-20, you are normal.
If you get 10 or less, you're fearless.
--
My total: 
19 

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Zylund Featured By Owner Sep 17, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello my friend c:
Thank you for the favourite(s), I know I took like, forever to reply ^^' Sorry~
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Meowmeowcat1 Featured By Owner Sep 20, 2014  Student Writer
I apperently took long dear Chap. I'm so sorry! Never you mind about those favorites! How are you doing?
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KittySib Featured By Owner Jul 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the faves!:D
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Meowmeowcat1 Featured By Owner Jul 11, 2014  Student Writer
My pleasure!
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sammyxfreak Featured By Owner Jul 4, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
what did you like about "Time Lost"?
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Meowmeowcat1 Featured By Owner Jul 8, 2014  Student Writer
I'm so sorry I sweat to you I meant to respond to this ealier.

What  I liked about your writing?
I liked how I could connect with it. I was in a relastion ship and didn't last very longs and emotional jusnk happened on this end, it wasn't pretty. But yeah, that all happened and I found someone else, and now she's gone for a month or so, and I just got so wrapped up, in how much I could conenct with your writing.

So overall I liked most everything about it.
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Thank you very much!
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^^ Anytime.
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Thanks for faving!:D
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My pleasure!
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