in denial stage

2017 tony awards gothic
  • its been days since this day began. you don’t remember when you woke up. what time was it then? what time it is now? all you know is 8:00 PM EST is not only eight hours away.
  • there are people from a simpler time, reclining back in their chairs. “remember hamilton?” they ask, voice weak with age. we all remember hamilton.
  • you know that ben platt will win best performance by a leading actor in a musical. everyone knows that ben platt will win best performance by a leading actor in a musical. the jury is out if ben platt knows this.
  • “but lucas steele’s performance was so astounding, and taxing!” “brandon uranowitz is such a great guy!” you hear wilting voices cry, “gavin creel’s voice is a gift from g-d!” another whispers. someone grabs your ankle, leaning in to give you their dying words "andrew rannells…. Did That….“ you are not allowed to listen to them. they will only conflict you more
  • you want to liveblog the tonys. no one wants to watch you liveblog the tonys. your voice has been silenced.
  • nastasha, pierre, and the great comet of 1812 is a long, long name. it seems longer everytime you say it. you think it grows stronger the closer it gets to the awards.
  • there will be an affectionate parody of Prologue from the musical that is now too long, and you are too fearful of to name. everyone will get up to get food during this scene. the actors sing out into the void, but you are only refilling the popcorn.
  • Hello, Dolly! is set to win best revival. the gays suffer in silence, What Would I Do? plays softly in the background. they are in denial. the next stage of grief is anger. you fear for the american theater wing
  • generations of theatre fans rise from their beds to lie in front of the screen. they watch the awards, muttering under their breathe that falsettos was robbed. they do not know if it is 2017 or 1992
  • "miss saigon?” they ask, “what’s miss saigon?” you sometimes think you are the only one with the answer, and sometimes you think the same questions.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any advice on how to write a grieving character? Thank you!!

Hi!

Grieving isn’t pretty. It isn’t always dramatic, either – while some people certainly do go home and throw their favorite vase against the wall, some people retreat into themselves and become emotionally unresponsive (that’s what I do). Violence or anger is more likely to occur if the death is sudden – so is retreating into an emotional shell, really, because it’s often a result of shock. But both can occur outside of a sudden death – cancer isn’t always sudden, but many people still become angry when their loved one is diagnosed with or dies because of it. Basically, if the death feels unfair in any way – if it’s sudden, or if it feels like it happened too early, such as in the case of cancer or of some sort of cardiac disaster (a heart attack, a stroke, etc) – it’s more likely to provoke anger or shock, depending on your character’s temperament and attachment to the dying/dead character.

That was just a general disclaimer. Now, onto the meat of grieving!

Firstly, grieving can begin before the person is technically dead – you don’t have to wait for the person to go flatline and physically stop breathing for your other characters to feel a sense of loss. If your character suffered a medical disaster or an accident that rendered them comatose, or if your character is obviously fighting a losing battle (again, terminal cancer comes to mind), your other characters could start grieving them even though they’re still breathing and their heart is still beating. However, the likelihood is that your characters won’t be able to really start working through the five stages of grief until your character actually does physically die, because rarely does death really hit home until it has occurred.

Speaking of the five stages of grief, those are important! They’re as follows:

  • Denial/Isolation: your characters can’t believe your dead character is really dead. This is a defense mechanism of sorts for your mind – a way to delay at least some of the pain, and give yourself time to process what’s happened (although that processing happens subconsciously, because on the surface you’re denying that anything’s happened at all). If the dead character fought a long battle with an illness before death, this stage may be expedited by the fact that your characters had time to process the character’s dying as it was happening. If the death was sudden in any way, this stage may be prolonged, because it will be harder to comprehend something that happened so quickly, and shock will be more likely to occur.
  • Anger: the pain your characters were masking in the denial stage starts to come to the surface, and as a response to the pain, your characters get angry (just as many other vulnerable emotions, such as fear, are expressed as anger – anger is a tough emotion, as opposed to fear and grief, so most people subconsciously opt for anger because it makes them feel less vulnerable). They may feel they’ve been robbed of your dead character’s companionship. Their anger may manifest itself in many different ways: isolation, irritability, or self-destructive behavior, to name a few. Their anger may also direct itself at various places: the medical professionals who failed to save your dead character’s life, God for taking your dead character, even the dead character him/herself, if they could in any way be responsible for their own death (if they were driving intoxicated, if they never ate healthily and suffered a heart attack, etc.).
  • Bargaining: before death, this stage may manifest itself as “please God, just let them live and I’ll tithe my ten percent and go to church every Sunday”, or “please, [Dying character’s name], just hold on and get better and we’ll [do that thing the dying character has always wanted to do]”. (Keep in mind that most people have an astounding impulse to be religious during a time of crisis, whether they’ve been religious in the past or not.) After death, this stage may manifest itself in the “could’ve-should’ve-would’ve” philosophy: “if only we’d taken them to the doctor sooner”, “I should’ve made him stay home”, “I knew there was something wrong with him!”, and so on. This stage is generally an attempt to regain control of the situation – your characters feel like they’re taking some kind of action by offering a proposition, or by placing blame.
  • Depression: there are two types of depression associated with grief. In the first (which is almost more similar to anxiety) your characters worry more about others: what if I haven’t been there for people when they needed me, how are we going to pay for the funeral/burial services, and so on. Basically it deals more with the practical aspects of the character’s death. The second type is more introspective – your characters may retreat into themselves and analyze old memories of your dead character, and their feelings on everything that’s happened. This type is private, and your characters probably won’t share much about their thoughts if they experience it.
  • Acceptance: this stage is marked by withdrawal and calm – it can sometimes be difficult to distinguish from depression. It’s not a stage of joyous frolicking and exclaiming, “It’s okay! I understand everything about [Dead Character’s] death!”. Your characters may still not understand the purpose of your dead character’s death, but understanding and acceptance are not synonyms, nor are they mutually inclusive. The important thing about this stage is that your characters can make peace with the death, and can move on.

Keep in mind that while I’ve listed these stages in what is regarded as their general order, every person (and character) grieves differently – they may experience these emotions in a different order than that above. They may also go through one or several of the stages more than once, or cycle through the first four of them multiple times before reaching the fifth. Some characters may not even reach the fifth at all – depending on the circumstances of the death and the character’s attachment to your dead character, they may never fully accept your dead character’s death. The stages above are just a general framework for grieving.

Also, keep in mind that if your character’s death was tied in any way to traumatic incidents for your other characters, it may complicate the grieving process for those other characters, because the character’s death will be tied to other painful or triggering memories.

I hope this helps! If you need anything else, please feel free to ask. - @authors-haven

Last dinner before I move out to go to college 🚕  🚕  I think I’m still in a stage of denial 😂  If any of you are at uni and have any advice please message me! I had some nourishing buddha bowls tonight because I’m trying to use up all of my food before I leave-brown rice, lentils, quinoa, baked crispy eggplant with maple syrup drizzle (you need to try this-finely slice your eggplant and bake it until crispy and golden and drizzle that sugar onnnnn) I also baked some sweet potato, sweet corn and portobello mushrooms with garlic and oml the mushrooms they burst with liquid when you bake them and they taste heavenly) bok choy, sprouts, tomato, radish, beetroot (I feel like this list is going on forever) baked vegetable patties I made with chickpeas, indian spices, quinoa, spinach, pumpkin and a tbsp of wholemeal flour aaaand some bread w hummus because nothing can beat a good piece of fresh market bread with that heavenly chickpea concoction 😍😏😋   Probably exceeded my daily protein requirements with just this meal alone ahaha 😎 

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Two OC’s i made for the wonderful AU created by @thebbros Moderator @blogthegreatrouge

Information

Name:Harpper (Its Harper with a second p. Its also a mix of the names Harper and Hopper (which was a music teacher’s name)   

Age: 18 

Gender: Male 

Sexuality: Homo-romantic /Asexual 

Height:4′11

Weight:90lbs

Species:Rabbit

Star sign:Libra

Personality/Info: Very Intelligent, preferring to use brains over brawn to avoid and escape dangerous situations. If a situation gets physical he will attempt to doge attacks directed at him for as long as possible.If it gets to out of hand he will fight back normally by kicking and biting since hes strongest in his legs and jaw. He attempts to be Dagen’s guardian angel trying his best to keep him out of trouble worrying about his safety. He loves Dagen but believes Dagen only sees him as a business partner or close friend. Hes peaceful, patient and can be very affectionate but hes also a little insecure. He does in fact play the harp (hence his names) and has a rather angelic appearance.

Name: Dagen

Age:19

Gender:Male

Sexuality: Pan-romantic/Pan-sexual

Height:6′0

Weight:136lbs

Species:Doberman

Star sign:Aries

Personality/Info: Streetwise using speed and brute force to his advantage in dangerous situations. Hes not to get physical and will do so with out hesitation. He uses weapons (or his claws in an extreme situation) to attack and disarm opponents while evading oncoming dangers. Although Harpper warns him of the consequences and danger of certain areas and actions he proceeds anyway, often getting himself and Harpper in trouble. He likes to live life adventurously and is aware that his actions not only cause Harpper to worry, but ultimately puts him in danger. He really does genuinely care about Harpper (but doesn’t like to show it trying to appear tough and careless and doesn’t know how to properly display affection). He’s smug, flirtatious, and a trouble maker but can be aggressive. He’s developed  feelings for Harpper but is unsure how to deal with them and is in a current stage of denial, changing the subject if its ever brought up. He works as a trader often traveling to find valuables or to sell the ones he currently posses. 

Some other information

Dagen is smarter than he appears and every risk he takes is calculated

Harpper is stronger than he appears and is capable of fending for himself 

Although they are both decent fighters they aren’t perfect 

Harpper is an orphan and Dagen was born into a organized criminal group

Dagen will shamelessly flirt with anyone he finds attractive (but once in a relationship will remain loyal)

(I just figured out how to send multiple photos. Anyway I hope you like them!)

art by issaccthepoodle

The 8th House and Death

The 8th House isn’t there to tell you when you die, in my opinion. The 8th House is about our response and acceptance of death, when death may apply to our lives, whether it is something we deal with often or not, and what we feel/think of it.

• Aries, in the 8th House, has implications of Anger and frustration. These people tend to skip the sad portion all together, and rather, get upset about the situation. They may lash out others, blame others, or blame themselves.
• Taurus, in the 8th House, has implications of spending. I’m not sure if you watched MTV Scream, but Brooke in that show immediately went on a shopping spree and bought things she thought Riley (who had died) would’ve liked. If they’re related to the deceased, they may wear their ashes often. These people find their names in countless wills, and feel that death always has or needs “compensation”.
• Gemini, in the 8th House, is logical, but anxious. The first time someone died that they knew, the reality of death hit them quickly and made them fear the world for some time. This may not be the case in situations like suicide, or when it happens at a young age, as these people also rationalize death.
• Cancer, in the 8th House, is emotional, but paranoid. The first deaths they witness are often self inflected, or of old age. They may idealize death and even be suicidal. Often, however, when faced with the true reality of death, they do not want to die. These people may look for pity when other’s die.
• Leo, in the 8th House, is vengeful. They blame themselves, or are even mad at the person who died. Some will blame a higher power. These people may look for pity in death, however. They also need reassurance, however, cause while they make death about themselves… that’s also where the blame goes. In the case of suicide, many Leo’s feel they didn’t help enough and will carry the burden of a “neglectful death” through out their lives.
• Virgo, in the 8th House, is rationalization and anxiety. These people fear cancer’s, and it’s often their first death. Their family members tend to die of illnesses more than anything, and it makes them fearful of what they may contract. They, like Gemini, rationalize death, but it hits them at a younger age.
• Libra, in the 8th House, is romanticization and hope. They immediately look to a higher power, or take a “Until we meet again,” stance. These people make beautiful artwork when people die, and are very capable of hiding their emotions about the situation. Many Libra in 8th House natives will face the death of a loved one early in life. These people tend to see their spouse die, as well.
• Scorpio, in the 8th House, is where death is shoved into a deep dark pit and often added to their obsession collection. They find death interesting and the question intriguing, however, the first death they experience always brings them to: “What if there isn’t anything after this? And they’re truly gone?”. These are the people who break out the Oujia board and try talking to them, and often find themselves in the occult due to a death of a loved one, friend, or family member.
• Sagittarius, in the 8th House, is inspiration. These people often wonder what death is like, and begin to make up things about where this person may be. Like Gemini, they rationalize. These people either blame the higher power they believe in, or Fate, or they accept it as “It is God’s Will” “It was fate”. There is not often an in between.
• Capricorn, in the 8th House, is stress. These people tend to obsess over death as well, and may even find a job in it. They are often tasked with a funeral at a young age. Death is something they’ve been forced to understand, and is often why they mature.
• Aquarius, in the 8th House, is declined. They hardly ever recognize death and tend to attempt to escape from it. People with this placements will turn to art, music, drugs and reckless behavior rather than dealing with death on a mature and professional level.
• Pisces, in the 8th House, is emotional but unrecognized. These people cry for some time, but often feel that the person has simply moved away. That they “can’t be dead” and they don’t believe death is the final stage. Denial is their main stage, and, can be their only.

*Planets Post will be made soon*

You'll Miss Me When I Go

Part 1:

Keith didn’t understand why he had to go to these stupid group counselling sessions. His brother wasn’t dead he would be back.
Since Shiro had disappeared after the ship sank everyone had said he was dead.
But Keith knew better. He knew he was fine and would come home as soon as he could.
The doctors said he just wasn’t coping with the loss well, that he was still in the stage of denial.
The therapist suggested that a group session could help him move on.
Move on was all they wanted him to do?
To give up on someone that could be back any day.
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He looked through the glass to the room. There was already four people inside, all sitting on chairs in a circle.
Keith took a deep breath and walked in.
Immediately four faces turned to look at him, one who he recognised as Hunk from college smiled at him.
The girl next to him gave him a nod not really seeming happy to be there, looks like they were in the same position.
The other woman smiled as well nudging the man with an orange moustache, as if to remind him of his job.
The man jumped to his feet and enthusiastically shock his hand “ah you must be Keith, lovely to meet you. Take a seat and we can do introductions. I’ll start, im Coran I lead these group sessions and I lost my wife a few years ago.”
He sat back down gesturing for Keith to do the same.
Begrudgingly he took the empty seat next to Hunk who frowned but didn’t say anything.
Coran pointed at the woman next to him indicating she should go next.
“Hello I’m Allura. I lost my farther many years ago and I am here to assist Coran and all of you in anyway I can.”
“My names Hunk, I’m here because my grandpa passed away a few months ago.”
Keith looked at the girl on the other side of Hunk waiting for her to introduce herself. She just crossed her arms and glared.
“The names Pidge and my dad and brother are alive! And are coming back!” She yelled standing up.
“Pidge please sit down.” Coran spoke softly but firmly and the girl did as he asked grumbling under her breath.
Suddenly Keith recognised her.
Her brother and dad had been on the same ship Shiro had been, she had been there the day Keith had said goodbye and wished him luck on his artic voyage.
He never even considered someone else may be going through the same stuff he was…
“The names Keith and I lost my brother.” He decided to leave out the part that he would be back considering the reaction Pidge had received. He made a mental note to talk to her later.
Coran nodded a kind smile a constant on his face. “Well it’s lovely to meet you all… though I was told we would have one more…”
As if on cue the door was flung open and a way too happy looking guy came bouncing in the room.
“Sorry sorry I’m late.” He held up a box of donuts as some kind of peace offering. “But I come baring gifts.” He laughed setting the box down on a empty chair.
“Ah yes Lance I wondered when you would get here.” Coran shook his head but didn’t seem at all mad at this. In fact looking at the obnoxious guy Coran had an expression of fondness on his face. “Take a seat and let’s get on with it.”
Lance stared at Keith for a moment before pouting with his hands on his hips.
“Oi Mullet your in my seat.”
Keith looked at him for a moment. This guy couldn’t be so full of himself that he would demand a stranger to move when there were plenty of empty seat.
“No way I was here first.” Keith snapped crossing his arms.
“Coran” Lance whined looking over his shoulder at the older man.
“Just Sit here Lance there is plenty of room.” Allura answered before Coran got a chance to do so.
“If you wanted me so bad why didn’t you say so.” Lance winked taking the seat, but he still looked pretty annoyed. “So we were up to me right for intros?” He asked Coran nodding in confirmation.
“Right then, I’m Lance remember the name” he joked “and im here to grieve for myself.”

——————————————-part 2: https://langsty-mc-langstface.tumblr.com/post/160637029010/youll-miss-me-when-i-go
Noodle coming back after El Manana

Murdoc: Some people find loss very hard to take.

Noodle: Noodle isn’t dead.

Murdoc: Denial. First stage of grief.

Noodle: It’s me Noodle.

Murdoc: Second stage, identity theft.

Noodle: I’m Noodle!

Murdoc: *stands up on chair* No! I’m Noodle!

(Original: Bad Education) 

Blue Birds

Pairing: Remus Lupin x reader

Request by @turtlesandrainbowsCan you do a Remus lupin x reader where you and Remus are dating and he gets jealous when a handsome slytherin boy talks to you. And it leads to a hot make up session. Thank you!


As you enter the grounds, the blazing sun greets your exposed skin as a zealous breeze runs its gentle fingers through your hair. Shrieks of laughter erupt from the shores of the Great Lake as derobed students push one another into the murky depths. You yourelf had exchanged your unseasonal uniform for denim shorts and a Weird Sisters t-shirt which you’d not so surreptitiously stolen from Sirius. 

Stumbling slightly on the uneven grass, you approach the vibrant beech tree, which had unintentionally become a meeting place for you and the  ’marauders’.  The trees wizened roots toe the water’s edge as though afraid of being uprooted by the Giant Squid. 

Barely suppressed excitement bubbles in your chest at the prospect of spending time with Remus now that the O.W.L exams have concluded. Your fingers trail around the callous bark of the tree as you circle the wide berth in search of the familiar tousled head. A crestfallen expression adorns your face as you find no sign of Remus. As you settle beneath the welcoming shade the tree provides, you begin to contemplate his whereabouts. “Where on earth is he?” you mutter frustratedly after a while as you lay back against the grass in defeat. 

Your eyes follow the path of a blue bird absent-mindedly as it weaves through the rustling leaves of the Birch tree before it lands on a protruding branch. “Waiting for someone too, huh.” you say to it with a sigh. The bird ruffles its feathers as if offended and shoots off, leaving a single feather in its wake.

“Guess not then.” you grumble quietly.

“Unrequited love plaguing your heart?” a lazy, albeit mocking voice teases from above. An involuntary yelp escapes your lips as a boy materialises from nowhere upon a branch, much like the Cheshire Cat. You clamber to your feet immediately, disliking the vunerability of being at a lower height.

“Were you talking to me?” you ask him speculatively. 

“But who else? There’s no one else here as far as I’m aware. And certainly not your boyfriend in any case.” the boy a lets out a deep sounding chuckle. You observe him with a frown, your eyes lingering for a few moments on the green and silver tie hanging loosely from his neck. His raven hair falls carelessly into his stormy eyes as he turns his head to look at you. You recall vaguely seeing him in your potions class. 

“No such thing plagues me.” you reply stiffly.

“I see…so he’s playing around.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean? We’ve just finished our last O.W.L exam, we haven’t had time to hang out-”

“You’d think he’d want to rush to celebrate that with you.” the boy says in mock-concern.

“He’s probably got to do Prefect duties.” you say resolutely.

“First stage of denial is making excuses.” he points out matter-of-factly though with the same mocking smile. 

You glare coldly at him as his evil grin widens. “What business is my relationship of yours?” 

He taps his nose with a wink before smirking once more.

“How about ditching him and I take you out instead? A Weird Sisters concert perhaps?” he offers confidently, sliding from his perch on the branch to the ground beside you. 

Before your retort can leave your lips, a strong arm wraps around your waist and pulls you into their side. “That won’t be necessary, see, we’ve already booked tickets.” Remus says with a distinct threatening undertone. 

“Sorry I was late love, I had to get James and Sirius out of detention.” Remus mutters softly into your ear.

You smile widely as you drink in his ruggedly handsome appearance and turn into his side. “Everything alright, I hope?” you ask 

“Their fine, the caretaker, however, not so much.” you laugh softly before realising with a start, that the Slytherin boy is still there.

“Ah, so this is the so called boyfriend.” the boy remarks with a sneer. “You’ll definitely be coming with me then, I take it?” he laughs maliciously.

The intensity of Remus’ and your glares should have surely turned him to stone, though unfortunately he remained as he was.

“I suggest you leave now, while i still have some restraint left.” Remus states with an edge to his voice, his glare steely.

The boy scoffs arrogantly in reply to his threat. “Come find me once you’ve regained your senses and ditched psycho, here.” the boy says to you with a distasteful sneer in Remus’ direction.

“Maybe once I’ve suffered a major mental injury and had several confundus charms placed upon me I might consider you to be slightly decent. But then again, even that may prove to be too difficult a feat.” you say haughtily, still angered by his arrogance. 

The boy gives one last look of loathing before turning on his heel and stalking back to the castle. Remus and you both seethe quietly for a few moments before Remus’ arms wrap themselves fully around your waist and pull you against his chest.

“You’re rather hot when you’re over protective.” you murmur, a grin making its way onto your face as you run your fingers through his tangled hair. 

“Am I now?” Remus breathes huskily by your ear, nibbling it softly. 

“Very.” you say breathlessly as his lips trace your jaw line. Your heart thuds painfully as his lips make their way tantalisingly slow towards your mouth.

Finally, his lips claim yours hungrily and you kiss back with just as much greed. “You’re mine.” Remus growls against your lips, his hands gripping your waist tightly, preventing you from escaping, as if you’d ever dream of doing so.

“Always.” you reply vehemently and tug the strands of his hair as he backs you into the tree, is hips pining you agaisnt the wall as his hands get lost in your hair.

“Woah, woah, woah. Keep it PG guys, c’mon! There’s kids here!” Sirius says from behind Remus. 

“Cover your eyes Peter!” James shouts in mock-horror.

After a few seconds, you and Remus finally break apart reluctantly.

“I get you both off detention and this is how you repay me.” Remus says flatly to Sirius and James.

“We really think you’re a bad influence on him, y/n. He doesn’t have time to do our homework anymore!” Sirius exclaims jokingly and you all laugh heartily.

“Not a bad thing for me at all.” Remus grins widely and pecks your lips.

“EVACUATE! EVACUATE THE AREA ALL THOSE WISHING TO MAINTAIN THEIR INNOCENCE!” James shouts loudly and nearby students join in with the laughter.

“Alright, alright! We’ll resume this later.” you grin cheekily at Sirius and James before kissing Remus on the cheek.

The guys all sit down by the lake as you rest your head on Remus’ lap and allow him to play with your hair. Out of the corner of your eye, you glimpse two blue birds fly into the tree above you; pecking each other with their beaks affectionately.

“I suppose you really were waiting for someone.” you whisper quietly with a grin.

“What was that love?” Remus asks.

“Nothing.” you say with a smile and interlace your fingers with his.

Light Bulbs

(Edit:  I found the prompt that inspired this one.)

> Remember that prompt where Haggar hit Lance with one of her spells and made him invisible from the rest of the team? How about this went in another route?

> Lance was indeed hit by Haggar’s spell but this time it caused a domino effect to the rest of team Voltron due to the bonds that they share to each other.

> The next day after they fought the witch, Lance woke up to an empty castle. At first he thought that the others were just busy with their own things so he did what a normal person does. He searched the entire castle, or at least the parts that he was familiar with and places where the other Paladins frequently visit.

> Lance checked each hangar of the lions but he didn’t find anyone. Not even Pidge who seemed like taken residency in Green’s hangar. He didn’t find Hunk in the kitchen and his best friend was not in his own room also. Allura was not in her usual place when piloting the castle and he didn’t even stumbled to Coran, not even once. It was also a surprise that Lance didn’t find Keith in the training room. If Lance didn’t find any of them then there was a 99% chance that Shiro was nowhere too.

> Enter the denial and rationalization stage. Lance tried to make himself believe that they were just pulling a prank on him. He said in the hallways that the prank was not funny anymore. No one answered back.

> Lance really hoped that it was just a prank. After waiting for a whole day though he realized the painful truth that he was really alone inside the castle that was travelling in the middle of nowhere.

> He also realized that he could no longer feel the comforting presence of Blue inside his mind. It was as if something was blocking their connection to each other.

> Lance started to panic and wonder where everyone else was. Did an enemy attacked them and captured them?

…or…did they left him behind? He tried to dismiss the thought and told himself that it was impossible because the lions were still in the castle. But what if he was the one who got kidnapped and this was just an illusion?

> Having cooked meals prepared for him in the next following days, feeling that someone was touching his hands and shoulders, having random things being broken even though he was not touching anything, seeing random light bulbs in the middle of the hallway or his room, and blank notes and monitor screen didn’t help to minimized the fear clawing up Lance’s throat. It did the opposite.

> Lance could no longer sleep because of the feeling of isolation and being haunted at the same time. If he did managed to get some shut eye he would be awakened immediately whenever he feel that someone was in the same room as him.

> He learned to have his bayard with him wherever and whenever he was. This happened when one time he was grabbed from behind and he saw this shadow in a human sized that was about to drag him away. Lance kicked the shadow as hard as he could and it stumbled far away from him and enough for Lance to make a quick escape. So from then he always carry his weapon with him.

> Now, I said everyone was affected so let’s start with: Keith.

> Keith experienced the same thing as Lance did when he woke up the next day. The only difference was that he could see and touch Lance but it seemed the other can’t. It became painfully obvious that he became invisible towards Lance. Not only that, he didn’t find the others also when he searched the castle.

> Keith saw how Lance struggle in thinking that he was alone. Keith promised to himself that he would accompany the blue paladin even though the other could not see him.

> Sometimes though he got angry because of the situation and break things in order to release his frustrations. An action that Keith soon regretted when he realized that it only added to Lance’s fears.

> One day Keith tried to grabbed Lance’s shoulder and he was momentarily happy when the blue paladin finally made eye contact with him. Lance can finally see him!

> But it was short lived when Keith saw Lance’s face morphed in an expression of sheer terror and gave the blue paladin enough strength to give Keith a good kick on the stomach.

> Keith knew that Lance saw something but it was definitely not the red paladin.

> Keith was also confused why there were light bulbs that appear randomly in the middle of the hallways and rooms. Whenever he saw such items he simply move it away.

> Pidge: like Keith, Pidge suffer the same thing. Pidge could see Lance but not the rest of the team.

> But Lance could not see Pidge.

> Pidge was angry and tried to find a solution on how to fix the problem. An idea popped out and Pidge remembered in a game that students leave lit candles somewhere to give the others a signal that they were there, in the same place but just in a different plane of reality.

> Pidge tried to do the same with the Altean light bulbs.

> Pidge was sure that someone was also out there whenever the light bulbs were moved. That person was just in a different ground where Pidge and Lance was.

> Hunk was a mess. He could not find anyone and his best friend could not see him. He couldn’t even help Lance and make the blue paladin feel that he was not really alone!

> So Hunk do what he did best aside from engineering, he made sure that Lance get enough food to sustain his body.

> At first Hunk’s heart was in danger of crumbling to tiny pieces when he saw the suspicion written all over Lance’s face when the plate of freshly cooked food was put on the table. Hunk really thought that Lance would ignore it.

> Hunk was overjoyed when Lance gave the food the benefit of the doubt. After the first bite it seemed Lance deemed the food safe enough for consuming.

> Sometimes, Hunk tries to give Lance a comforting pat on the hands and shoulders but he immediately caught on that such actions onle caused more distress on the blue paladin’s current state.

> Shiro tried to make a rational thought when he found out one day that a) everyone, except Lance, was nowhere to be found and b) Lance can’t see him at all.

> As the leader, Shiro already decide that he would watch Lance and protect him if needed.

> Though despite Lance not seeing him it seems that the blue paladin could feel his presence.

> This was proven when Shiro made a mistake of soothing away Lance’s fears one time when he saw the blue paladin sleeping with a distressed face. Shiro attempted to run his fingers through Lance hair but it only cause the other to wake up instantly and look around the room with fear clearlt written on his face.

> Shiro once saw Lance attempting to escape the ‘haunted’ castle but everytime this happened something screwy will occur. Like the escape pods not working properly (this was all Pidge’s work).

> Allura and Coran immediately caught on what was happening. They were both researching things related to magic ever since Allura discovered her gift.

> Allura tried to leave a note for Coran in her room because she knows that was where he will check for her. She just hoped that it will work.

> It did, and the rest of the Paladin were informed on what was happening

> Everyone except for Lance for he only see blank notes and could not communicate to others and vice versa.

> Shiro wrote in a obvious state of panic that they needed to do something or Lance will be in grave danger mentally first then physically next. Hunk made the same note and Pidge was screaming in frustration while typing and Keith just want to fight someone.

> It was a race against time.

(So, the Corpse Party: Tortured Souls anime version influenced this one also…)

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