I would say probably not being able to do what I want to do and not being completely fulfilled and happy. I don’t know how that would manifest itself in a mirror. It’s just that feeling of not being satisfied with my life would be the worst thing that could ever happen to me.
“My Chemical Romance is done. But it can never die. It is alive in me, in the guys, and it is alive inside all of you. I always knew that, and I think you did too. Because it is not a band- it is an idea. Love, Gerard”
Welcome to Klondike Editing Studio! What may we do for you today? What do we edit, you ask? Ah, but that is entirely up to you! The possibilities are ENDLESS! Said or did something embarrassing? We can simply edit the past to correct your mistake, so that you end up having said or done something amazing instead! What will you edit today?
The advertisement fluttered, half torn, on the moss-worn pole. Distinctly sketchy, if you ask me. But then, no one ever does. The others don’t seem to believe it, at least. They laugh, poking each other with remembrances and cringing. I look at my boots instead. Joining this gang has been, probably, my worst decision till date. I must have been very, very drunk to even consider it.
Only, the biggest, most stupid of the lot has begun to protest. He thinks it would be fun to see what they have going on. Foolish idiot. All these clowns think that no harm can possibly come to them, since nothing bigger and badder walks the streets. Indeed, but do they know what goes on in the dark buildings that line the alleyways?
I find myself in one now, shadowing them as usual. A battered sign directs us up a set of stairs that should not have been able to hold us all up. But stepping over the threshold feels like walking into a different world. A huge factory, with ultra-modern machinery humming busily behind enormous floor-to-ceiling glass walls, surrounds us with its opulence. Everyone is frozen for a minute, and I fancy that they feel rather ridiculous in their soiled garb against the sterile, breathtaking setting.
A woman in a simple blue uniform comes up to us, a bright red smile on her face. She meets my gaze for only a moment before directing her attention at the others. “Welcome to Klondike Editing Studio! I see this is your first time here. Would you like a tour?”
An extensive tour later, during which everyone has been treated to the choicest attention even a king wouldn’t receive, most of the gang is convinced. A little coaxing from them is enough to bring everyone over. They all sign the forms, too disarmed, too stupid to think of reading them, putting down what they would like edited. They never notice that I don’t sign a form. Nor do they notice the tickets the lady slips into my hand as they are all shown out with assurances for the morrow.
By the next day, the gang all have their favorite girls back, rich with money that never belonged to them, just rolling in the cakewalk that life has suddenly become. The gang splits in two, because a so many of the members couldn’t stand each other. Now, I walk the no man’s land of the moderator, maintaining links and relations between the two. It is rough work, and the thought that it will be over soon, and of my freedom, is all that keeps me going.
Soon enough, things start souring. Members turn up in the morning, raccoon-eyes hollow with remembrances of things they never meant to do. They start making mistakes, stupid moves, taking on ridiculously dangerous work as pawns for powerful organizations. One half of the gang is completely wiped out; some dead and the others imprisoned or on one-way tickets to a failed escape. They are all trapped. They sold their souls away the moment they forfeited editing rights over them.
I stay with the remaining few, whispering words of comfort with nothing behind them, pushing them to stand on their last legs for the final mission. It’s a bomb. It is new to the world and completely deadly, the likes of which has never been seen before. We were supposed to have time to get away, after which I was to get rid of the others and board my flight to freedom. Except now, things have gone horribly, horribly wrong.
“Shit! I cut the wrong wire! IT’S GONNA EXPLODE NOW!” This one with trembling fingers is screaming hysterically, but it’s too easy for me to see that this was meant to happen all along. They want to destroy all the evidence. Including me. Red hot fury races through me, quickly replaced by steely intent. So they betrayed me, after all. It’s a good thing I have some tricks up my sleeve. I quickly throw up a shield, tightening it around myself with every last bit of will, until absolutely nothing can penetrate it. As everything blazes white, I grit my teeth, holding the shield in place.
They are going to regret not checking my signature.
Wow, I enjoyed that immensely. Big thanks to @caffeinewitchcraft for the challenge and to @writingpromptsandjunk for this prompt. I so badly had wanted to do the editing studio, and now was my chance. Getting this in late because Dungeons and Dragons, and gonna do the next one after dinner. Though, my next is probably gonna be very D&D themed, because of an awfully exciting game that I can’t get over…
DRAGON AGE BABES: DARKEST TIMELINE EDITION (and also dark hair apparently. that was unintentional)
basically i just wanted to have a da:i world state where EVERYTHING IS TERRIBLE and let me tell u playing da2 as pro-templar and rivalmancing anders at the same time is the worst thing i’ve ever done in a game and im probably going to Game Hell
I know, you are not going to see this, but I wanted to thank you for everything you have done to me. Your videos are the best, they calm my anxiety and you make me laugh and think that life isn’t really that bad.
The best fandom I’ve ever been in is probably this fandom.
I keep saying this but the jaspar fandom is really cute. I’m smiling as I think about all the things we do.
The people in this fandom who writes fanfiction, make video edits, update us on jaspar things, make headcanons and all of that, BLEES YOUR SOUL. If you’re a person who reblogs, retweets, shares, likes or votes for our post, thank you, we appreciate it. 💕
We’re like a small family. Even though some of us get into some arguments with one another, it all eases down in the end. To all those haters who send rude things to the people in this fandom, good luck. You take one of us down, some will comfort that person while the others will be chasing after you.