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michibikionmain · 3 years

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Dream Dies in the Prison AU

me: i am going to work on art today

my brain: dream is accidentally murdered by tommy in the fight instead au-

so anyways here's some very angsty and indulgent thoughts! tw for violence/gore mention, toxic dynamics, and death, mostly just canon-typical levels of everything! If I’m missing any important warnings, let me know

The main idea is that the fight between Dream and Tommy in prison from yesterday’s stream has the opposite outcome: instead of Dream killing Tommy, Tommy fights back stronger and is able to kill Dream, who has been weakened by almost a month of sitting in prison where he couldn’t exactly get out and exercise/move much puffy was so sad tommy died and that wasn't even her real son,,, imagine her reaction 2 finding out that her real son was being tortured by one of her closest friends... and died for it... All the guilt she felt for not being able to protect Tommy? That’s multiplied like a hundred times because she disowned him. She didn’t even try helping Dream, she had been too caught up in her own failures that she couldn’t see how bad things were for him. It’s like her mixed belief on exile, where Tommy deserved to be punished, but not tortured. She doesn’t think ANYONE should be tortured because that doesn’t help anyone! Not even Dream! Puffy had trusted Sam, one of the kindest and most understanding people she knew, to punish him but also rehabilitate and help him get better. And knowing that it was Tommy, who she thought had CHANGED and gotten better, who killed Dream in the end? She’s falling apart. All she wanted was her family to be happy, for the server to be fun and not full of death and torture but she couldn’t figure out how to break the cycle.

Maybe she starts to think more sympathetically towards Dream, maybe she wonders if everything falling apart wasn’t entirely his fault. Puffy already hates the factions on the server, what if that intensifies as she comes to realize that it was the creation of these factions that drove Dream into an unstable position where he ended up locked in an inhumane prison, weak enough to be killed by a child.

Tommy would be torn up, naturally, but I imagined he'd keep trying to play it off like "well big man deserved it after all the shit he did on the server! just have his ghost get the dumb book and we can bring back the people that matter" because his reaction to bad situations is to ignore the bad aspects and only focus on how they can help or affect him bc of the Trauma. Dream was just the villain... if he didn’t kill Dream, Dream would’ve killed him... there wasn’t another way. There is lots of denial and repression in order to not have to accept that reality of the situation he’s been stuck in. His trauma response is a victim complex, and that very much comes into play here.

The Kinoko kingdom/El Rapids boys are.... they're so lost because FUCK if I’m not writing Feral Boys Friendship into the story

Sapnap knew things in prison were that bad- He SAW Dream, he saw how desperate and shaken and upset he was and even questioned if that was his Dream anymore, but... seeing his emotional brother killed like that? And knowing he never even got to TRY and improve himself? he's upset that he didn't try to help him sooner. The fact that it was Tommy that killed him too? Yeah that sits horribly with him, since him and Tommy were the ones that ones who started the disk wars together that ended with him trapped in the prison that Sapnap helped

Karl is just out of it because of the Time Travel things. He can't control his time travelling despite how much he just wants to go back and make sure no one dies in that cell but he can't. It's fate, they can't both leave that cell alive. And it only helps to escalate his memory loss and the feeling of helplessness he feels at not being able to stop everything that's happened on the server.

Quackity is... confused Wasn't Dream the source of conflict on the server? Why the hell was he dead? Everything was Dream's fault... right? It can't be Tommy tied into the heart of all the problems on the server too, it was just Dream, their villain-- His entire grounding that's based on complete good versus evil and justice is SO shaken by this, especially after seeing how much it upsets the rest of his friends who couldn't just write him off as a one sided villain. The character development potential here is strong and I love it

We might not get actual George lore but FUCK if I am not adding him in the AU because i think his character has interesting potential. fuck this stupid good actor boy and the fact that he just doesn't wanna be involved. George was only barely aware that Dream had even been put in prison. Most people were too scared to talk to him about it in fear of upsetting him and thus incurring the wrath of the god and world that loved him so much that it put him to sleep any time he had a real chance of danger, but when he does manage to find out what happened in there, from Sam, his father/older brother figure of all people... who is at least partially responsible... oh boy. that's not gonna be a pretty confrontation part of him wants the world just to swallow him back into sleep, not permanently but like before: only waking him when he can be safe and happy. His dreams are happier anyways, because there the big happy family of the server is still together and they never split apart and the wars were all just games. the other part? the other part wants revenge on the cursed world that dared take away the only things that had mattered to him: his best friend, and his peaceful ignorance.

The only reason he’d even been waking up more was because Dream was less aware of everything going on outside now that he was in prison, and thus couldn’t compel the world to protect him in Dream’s stead. The world put him to sleep and loved him because Dream, while a separate being than the god DreamXD, is connected to the world and server, and loved George so much that his desire to protect him spread into the world. The world can’t protect him or be driven by that desire with Dream dead, though, so no more enchanted gogy sleeping through everything because of magic.

I have so many more cool ideas but if any1 would like to share more...

#dream smp #dsmp #dream smp au #dsmp au #dreamwastaken #Dream Team #sapnap #quackity #karl jacobs #captain puffy #tommyinnit #dreamnotfound #at least theres dnf undertones anyways-#Warden Sam #awesamdude

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domesticadventures · 3 years

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tagged by @propinquitous!! i’ve really enjoyed seeing people do these and now i get to feel cool answering for myself

zodiac: v...virgo? i don’t know more than that and i never will

height: 5′4″. my whole ass family is tall other than me! my younger brother, who people often think is my twin, is 6′1″. what happened!

last thing i googled: lebanon hills park

song stuck in my head: remarkably none at the moment but over the past week or so my brain has basically been cycling through various stuff off of “evermore.” this is the first time in my life i’ve listened to taylor swift and i’m loving it!!

number of followers: 1,636. i’ve been around for a minute now so a lot of those are porn bots, inactive accounts, or accounts that were just created for gishwhes stuff lol

amount of sleep: i aim for 7-8 hours and am moderately successful at it. i tend to take a long time to fall asleep and wake up a lot for various reasons that can generally be summed up as “inhabiting a human body is a nightmare.” i can function off 6 hours but below that i start feeling physically ill

lucky number: i don’t have one but back in the geocities days my username was flameofthewest1324. is that anything

favorite song: i don’t have any one All Time Favorite but right now i’ve really been enjoying “killer” by phoebe bridgers and “happiness” by taylor swift bc i’m working on an endverse fic and they’re both such great endverse deancas songs imo

favorite instrument: i love enthusiastic violin playing! i played violin for a while as a kid and while that was okay, i think i like listening a lot more than i liked playing myself. but maybe i’ll get back into it someday, who knows!

dream job: this is perhaps a depressing answer but i was one of those kids who was Good At School and told “you can do anything!” and so nothing in particular was ever fostered in me, and i never cared about any particular thing enough to want to pursue it in a meaningful fashion. that’s a thing that’s been hard about the past few years -- i have a job i’m quite good at and have been doing for about a decade but which i hate, and even if i could quit right now (i can’t) and had the means to do whatever i wanted (i don’t), i wouldn’t know what to do with myself. this would be a nice thing to figure out in the future, though. alternatively, i would like to not work at all, and just volunteer my time in between writing whatever i felt like, because writing is something that i hesitate to say i love but from which i do gain a sense of satisfaction that i haven’t really found elsewhere, but which i’m almost positive i could not do as an actual career.

aesthetic: my personal aesthetic is Soft Butch. i shop these days almost exclusively in the men’s section at target or old navy or wherever. i get really excited when i can get t-shirts and flannels for like, <$5. in quarantine i’ve started exclusively wearing boxers and sports bras and i think that’s very sexy of me

favorite animal noises: my cat taters, whenever she’s particularly desperate for attention, will sometimes do this silly croaky meow of complaint that never fails to crack me up. it sounds like she’s trying to do a witch voice and succeeding

random: i used ff.net before ao3 existed and posted almost exclusively anime & video game based poetry

tagging @queerspacepilots & @malallory if you also want to feel like you’re 14 and on xanga again!!

#personal

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quaranteehee · 4 years

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Hello! I stumbled upon your blog today and I’m really in love! You’re such a good writer! If you don’t mind, may I ask for a matchup? Thanks! Im a pisces and an INFJ. Height wise, I’m quite a short person and so people tease me for that often, but I’m able to handle the teasing. I’m often described as calm and sometimes even shy. However, I’m actually quite the crackhead who functions on one brain cell. I am a people pleaser so I will probably go great lengths to make another person happy. Pt1

Pt2 I also love smiling! However, the flaw I hate the most is that I’m not a talkative person. I can’t hold a conversation for life and I often make things awkward. What I fear the most is people being disappointed in me. I get scared easily so sudden loud sound or people shouting are a no-no. I love affection, namely cuddling, and small gestures such as holding hands. Small displays of affection is in my dna. Some of my hobbies are gardening and baking. I wish you a happy and safe quarantine!💖

First off, thank youuuuu 💞😭

Ok so back to business, I match you wiiitthhhh...

PUDDING HEAD- wait, no. This doesn’t go like this, hold on-

Kozume Kenma

Is babey and looks sweet enough to eat

You is babey too (I don’t make the rules)

He hates standing out. You fit in perfectly with your calm and soft spoken demeanour

Used to envy you to the bone: everybody likes you and speaks really nicely of you

When he finds out that you’re afraid of disappointing people, he decides that he will take it upon himself to make sure that you will never have to experience the pressure of living up to heightened expectations. Not if he can help it.

And the solution? Buying a mf house for the two of you somewhere far from the city and prying eyes

Underneath your serene exterior, you’re a fiery soul who will not hesitate to give their all towards something that they love. Kenma admires this about you A LOT

Won’t admit it, but this pushes him to do his best as well

When starting out with his channel, not a lot of people believed in him. But like you, he’s devoted to the things he love. You recognise his potential so you work your ass off to support your husband

Yes, HUSBAND.

Will spoil you silly.

His credit card belongs in your wallet

I mean, only the best for someone who stuck by him through thick and thin. The success that he has acquired is yours as much as it is his

“Ignorance is bliss,” Yeah you two are the embodiment of that, BUT IN A GOOD WAY. It just goes to show that you can both gracefully handle the unnecessary pressure/stress of being in a relationship and make it work out :)

Words have power, yeah, but to Kenma actions > talk

Would stare into each other’s eyes silently while holding them. Would only let YOU see this vulnerable side of him bc of how much he trusts you

Is so overwhelmed that you trust him as much, and the way you allow him to hold you this way is a testament to that. So everytime you do this eye thing, he can’t help but cry

Stocks up on tissue paper bc of this (not saying that you’re the reason behind the shortages sometimes but-)

DOMESTIC. LIFE.

I can imagine your house looking so rural on the outside but when you step inside-

Honestly feels like you’ve walked into an Apple store.

S C R E E N S GALORE

You could be out gardening when Kenma randomly chooses to check on you/take a break

Has to do a double take bc who tf is this goddess tending to the rose bush??????

Never mind, it’s his wife

//needs// to capture the moment

The first time he scared you shitless during one of his gaming rages, he profousely apologised and IMMEDIATELY asked the construction company to soundproof his gaming room

Baking ahhh that’s a different story

Can’t reach the flour at the top shelf? Never fear! Kenma’s here!!!... to get a chair for you to step on.

Ok so if you bake something in the afternoon and come to bed later on, you’ll wake up at three in the morning and find that he’s not beside you,,, but the light in the hallway’s on tho!?!

//not impressed// to see him stuff the rest of the baked goods in his mouth

Holds out some cookies to you, “want one?”

The AUDACITY. “Yeah sure”

If you’ve run out of cookies, he’ll help you bake more even if it’s the ass crack of dawn

This^^ repeated cycle is why you’ve fucked up your sleeping patten

Wouldn’t have it any other way though :)

#hq kenma #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#hq #hq fandom #hq fanfic #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #nekoma #kenma kozume #kenma x reader #kenma imagine #haikyuu matchups #haikyuu!! matchups #matchups #reader matchups

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shslstraws · 5 years

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Hello! Hope your days going well, I’ve been looking around and see your ✨beautiful art✨, and I curious to see your ideas/headcanons of your dr ships? I always like to see people’s interpretations of them^.^ (also your valid for top Saihara cuz I’m a Power-bottom Ouma enthusiast and-)

Hello! My day(s) have being going wonderful, thank you for asking! I hope you are doing well too, thank you very much for this ?? Like I’ve always wanted to discuss my ideas and headcanons, so thanks for this,, a blessing,,

I’m one hell of a multi-shipper but I’ll discuss my big damn ships. WHICH IS TWO, I REALIZED JUST WRITING ONE OF THESE, I WROTE SO MUCH THAT I CAN’T EVEN WRITE ABOUT MY TOP 5. SO HAVE TOP 2

Oumota (my fav ship)

Reading some of golden-redhead’s fic; Nobody Said It Was Easy (one of my fav Oumota fics btw), I do like to confirm that Kokichi and Kaito moved into an apartment with each other. Basically, vr au, just started to live with each other due to the fact that they let each other see with their masks down at the end, and they seem to grow an understanding of each other. They eventually become friends then to lovers, I always love that trope.

Kokichi bought a galaxy printed blanket for Kaito, on his birthday, and he thinks it’s an eyesore sometimes. But the look on Kaito’s face when Kokichi spots him snuggle up with it, Kokichi doesn’t ever regret buying it. (Kaito just really thinks of Kokichi when he snuggles up in the blanket btw, I drew them in the blanket actually!)

For a loooong while, Kokichi suffered from ptsd nightmares when they first moved in, Kaito just couldn’t leave him like that?? He invites Kokichi to like,, sleep with him in his bed, after a month of living together, and Kokichi just teases him. But he silently goes in that night, Kaito finds out in the morning, since he wakes up early, but says nothing of it for the both of them. (It just becomes a habit)

Kaito is actually afraid of loud noises? Like, REALLY loud noises. Due to ptsd triggers to the loud slam of the press and the awful noises that was also with it. Thunderstorms are the worst. Kokcihi notices this and feels kinda lost, he doesn’t know what to do but wants to help. Kaito tries to keep it together during these times, but Kokichi can see right through him. At first, he’d try to joke around and tease at him, just to make Kaito feel normal and back to reality. It eventually doesn’t work and Kaito is stuck in that moment of time, so Kokichi silently starts forming circles on his hand to keep him grounded. Just like how Kokichi goes to Kaito’s bed after a nightmare, this becomes a habit and they say nothing of it.

They don’t say anything to each other about these acts of kindness bc they don’t know how to react to it? Maybe still in the mindset that they HAVE to hate each other. But they get over it, and once in a relationship; Kokichi begins to make small talk as he rubs circles in Kaito’s hand. And, of course, they both decided to finally sleep in the same bed instead of separate beds in separate rooms.

Of course, they tease each other and pick at each other everyday. But since they started dating, it’s just more in a loving matter?? Although Kokichi will be like, “ewww, Momota-chan is trying to flirt with me, disgusting”

For my version of a VR AU,,, I kinda want to go a different route for Kokichi; career wise. I love seeing fitting jobs for him in fics like, actor and such. Excellent ideas and I love them! But I want to be different bc IDK I JUST DO BE LIKE THAT. And wanna make Kokichi a psychologist? Just once he recovers from his trauma, and helps Kaito deal with his, he just feels like he can be good at it? Which was laughable when he first told Kaito, but then he saw Kokichi was serious and was like, “oh shit, you’re dead set on this.” And Kaito becomes proud of him, so supports him through it. Kokichi is still a little shit but only to those that are not his patients, of course.

I actually did concept art of Kokichi as a psychologist, since I got a request to have my take on older Oumota, I’ve been putting so much work into the concept so then I can make the perfect drawing, but here’s psychologist!Kokichi

Yes, he gets glasses. He was so whiny about it when Kaito found out Kokichi’s sight wasn’t the best as it was before. So after FORCING him to go to an eye doctor, Kokichi pouted when he got his first pair. Kaito just found it cute. He normally wears contacts though, only wear glasses, “to look professional”, even then, he doesn’t wear them as much. HE REALLY DOESN’T WANT ANYONE ELSE KNOWING HE WEARS GLASSES. He hates them. Kaito gets very excited when he sees his boyfriend with them; he took a picture when Kokichi didn’t notice until the picture was taken, and the doof left the flash on, so Kokichi chased him around the apartment demanding him to delete it. And Kaito is laughing and having his phone in the air high so he can’t reach it. (But Kokichi eventually gets it off his phone, from a surprise kiss)

Although Kaito HATES being what the game made him to be and what he thought everyone expected him to be, he was afraid to even consider to pursue being an astronaut for real. He was afraid that he fully lost himself if he were to “give in”. But he learns that he wants to be an astronaut, not because of the false memories given, but because he wants to in this life. His life. His decision.

Both study hard in university when pursuing their chosen careers, both procrastinate a lot. But eventually one or the other will try and get them back to work. Or if Kaito is working too hard, Kokichi will try and lighten him up and get him to take a break. Very rarely, Kaito will have to do the the same with Kokichi.

OH MY GOD OKAY, NOW ONTO THE OTHER SHIP

Saioumota

Shuichi basically had a crush on both of them, he didn’t know how to even confess. NONE OF THEM DID BC THEY’RE MESSES.

So, going off VR AU again, afterwards Kaito just decides that they all are going to live together. And Shuichi was okay with that, Kokichi was like, “haha okay, since you can’t seem to get enough of me” but was honestly relieved inside that he had somewhere to go.

Few months were awkward for Kokichi, especially since Shuichi and Kaito started dated. He just felt like “the third wheel” and wanted to move out, but he had no where to go. So he was in this cycle in his mind for awhile.

Shuichi tries multiple of times to get Kokichi to join them on many occasions, but again, Kokichi didn’t want to be that third wheel.

Kaito DOES have feelings for both Shuichi and Kokichi, but was most unsure,for the longest time, about how he felt with Kokichi. It took Shuichi’s talks to finally get him to understand and comes to terms, damn, he’s also in love with this rat.

It was when Kokichi didn’t come home for about a week, that Kaito confessed when he just suddenly came back. Of course, he was shouted at Kokichi and they got in an argument, and just everything that was buried blew up there and then. Shuichi just comforted them both after the argument with his gentleness.

They ALL just started dated afterwards, although it was hard for Kaito and Kokichi to become closer. Kokichi easily warmed up to Shuichi first, since he just always felt closer to the detective? He was just on edge for awhile about if Kaito’s feelings were true. But he warmed up to him eventually.

For a long while, Shuichi would be middle spoon (haha) since Kokichi’s and Kaito’s uncertainty. But once Kokichi warmed up to Momota, he just scooted himself between the two of them during one of their cuddling sessions. Kaito looked dumbfounded and then looked at Shuichi like he just earned the trust of a stray cat. Like, “LOOK, SHUICHI, HE’S TRUSTING ME” silently with a big dumb smile.

After then, Kokichi loves being the centre of attention for both of them. He loves being middle spoon but also let’s Shuichi be middle too bc he loves cuddle him.

Their usual dates are to a nearby park, mainly if they need a breather from any stress, one of them will suggest or just force them to go to the park. And they all know that it means that they just want to the best for each other.

Shuichi is usually the one to come home and find a mess of the apartment from Kaito and Kokichi. And gives them a “really?” look as they point fingers at each other.

Kaito eventually gets a job, Shuichi was the first to get a job to support them, but that left Kokichi alone. And he was so clingy when they got back, he demanded SO MUCH ATTENTION once they came home. And whined about being bored all day without them.

When they all have their bad day, they just cuddle up together and take a nap and just relax. Although Kaito will be the one to try and cheer them up later in the night by stargazing.

Shuichi loves talking about the novels he reads to his boyfriends even though they don’t know what he’s talking about most of the time or understand, Shuichi knows but really appreciate them just taking interest in something so small. It means so much to him.

Kokichi is the last one to wake up in the morning, and Shuichi and Kaito always debate to wake him up before they go to work. He’ll whine if he doesn’t get a goodbye from them and he’ll whine just out of grouchiness of being woken up. So it’s always flip a coin and it’s always, “it’s your turn, Shuichi” “Kaito, it was my turn yesterday”

SURPRISE THEY GET MARRIED AND MOVE INTO A NICE HOUSE LATER. And they also get a dog,,

AND THAT’S THAT, IM SO SORRY BUT HERE’S ALL MY HEADCANONS, TAKE ‘EM

#strawstalks #strawsanswers #rambles #headcanons #but thank you again for asking me this #i love just rambling about stuff like this #and hearing other people's ideas in my ask box #it's just so nice to see my ask box full of things #thank ya'll #oumota #saioumota

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leejeongz · 5 years

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Fighting with Stray Kids

😂ahh thanks for the request I acc really enjoyed writing this is that normal?😂

Bang Chan:

You left that morning in a rush. Chan hadn’t come home the night before, you presumed he was working, and usually you get up as he leaves. So today you were late for work, what a great start.

When you got home you slumped on the couch noticing a small handwritten note in Chan’s handwriting: “out with the boys again be back later maybe”. You couldn’t lie the not made you a little angry. Out with the boys? Again? You thought he was working. And maybe? He better come home, you thought composing a text to your boyfriend.

Y/n (5:45pm): I saw your note, see you soon! I love you ❤️

He read your message as soon as you sent it but didn’t reply.

The following day, no one was home again. That evening when you arrived home, Chris was spark out on your shared bed. At first you thought it was cute, then you remembered what he had done.

“How dare you come in and just go to sleep?” You raised your voice, waking him. “If you’d behaved like a normal adult you would have had enough sleep instead of going out with “the boys”” your eyes were narrow and your hands were going wild in the air.

He tried to defend his actions but the truth was soon revealed. “She I mean they told me I could sleep at their house”

“She?” You questioned, not giving him time to answer before grabbing your jacket and running straight for your friends house.

Woojin:

“My family are coming over later darling, I baked a cake for us all!” He announced as you came home from work covered in snow. “I’ve got to go out now they will probably get here before I get back, mind letting them in?” He asked innocently, knowing you’d let them in anyway.

Woojin had been gone for about an hour and you were getting tired. It sucked that you couldn’t nap with Woojin but the thought of being able to later made you sleepy itself. You went to bed and tucked yourself in, grabbing a body pillow and cuddling it as you closed your eyes and peacefully fell asleep.

You woke up to Woojin shaking you with an angry look on his face. “They were stood outside for an hour in the freezing cold waiting for you”

A bewildered look appeared across your face. You wiped the sleep from your eye and you reached out to touch his face.

“Don’t touch me please, I asked you to do one thing for me and you didn’t do it! I’m sorry my family doesn’t mean anything to you” He continued to shake you, somewhat aggressively but not hurting you. He abruptly stopped and stood to look over you, a disgusted look on his face. “Just so you know, if you ever ask me to do something for you, the answer will be no”

Lee Know:

“Can you cook dinner tonight? I’m going to be late, I’m seeing Sam” you asked before you left that morning in a rush, giving Minho his peck on the cheek as requested.

That evening you returned to Minho lazily sitting on the couch surrounded by junk food. The smell of a cooked dinner didn’t fill the room as you expected, instead just the smell of your sweaty boyfriend.

“Oh I take it I’m starving tonight then?” You asked sarcastically, putting your keys in the bowl next to the door. He looked over at you, sleep still in his eyes from the nap you just woke him up from.

“I thought you just meant for myself, I had take out. I’m pretty sure there’s some fries left in the bag” he said without a hint of panic. How could he be so selfish? Why would you ask if it was just for him? He wasn’t a child, he didn’t need reminding to eat, you thought.

You stormed into the kitchen, purposely being dramatic while he sat up a little more on the sofa.

“I said I was sorry I thought you were eating out with Sam” he said, emphasising Sam’s name as if he was annoyed at him.

Then it clicked. “First of all you never said sorry. Second of all you knew I wanted to eat at home since you know, I asked you. Third of all,” your tone became angrier at the thought “you only didn’t cook some because you’re jealous?” you grabbed your keys again and opened the door “of my friend?” And with that you left.

Changbin:

The only thing Changbin loved more than THAT hoodie was you. It took a lot for Changbin to let you wear it, especially out, but nevertheless he gave it to you. You wore it to go cycling early one morning to keep you warm, with his permission of course. You returned home with the hoodie which now had a huge rip in the sleeve from a sharp tree that you somehow got stuck on. You dreaded Changbin seeing it but you couldn’t avoid him anymore, he walked in, his eyes falling from your guilty face to the tear in the arm.

“You know that’s my favourite hoodie, why didn’t you take more care of it?” He asked, calmer than you expected. All you could do was tell him the truth, the whole story from start to finish.

“Do you know how much that jumper means to me?” He asked, slightly more angry.

You shook your head. It was only a jumper. It wasn’t even that expensive you don’t think. “I’ll buy you a new one, Bin, I’m so sorry!” You said trying to make amends.

“Don’t bother” he said walking away. “It will never have the same sentimental value, not that you’d care.”

You walked up behind him, trying to grab his hand realising it was probably a gift from a family member. “Leave me alone” he yanked his hand away and shut his bedroom door in your face.

(Ignore Chan if you can but we all know you can’t bc he’s beautiful)

Hyunjin:

He found his way every time to the spot next to her. Every time he could, he would. You sat across the table giving him daggers as he ordered his food. You and the boys and their s/os has gone out for the evening to a “fancy restaurant”. You dressed up glamorously as Hyunjin told you to and upon arrival you noticed most were wearing trainers and jeans. Your dark blue sparkly dress made you stand out like a sore thumb as you entered the “fancy restaurant” which you discovered was actually a diner and took your place opposite Hyunjin since the seat next to him was taken... by her...

“Aw it’s nice of you to dress up, y/n” she sneered before elbowing Hyunjin in the side and the two of them giggling.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore, all this anger from all the times before had built up inside you. “I know it is after all I am the fashionable one here” you announced knowing she worked in the fashion industry. “And I think you’ll look better with a smoothie poured all over you” you picked up the glass and tipped it over the both of them. Hyunjin stopped laughing immediately and wiped the strawberry milkshake out of his eyes. He shook his hand making it fly everywhere before announcing “I never want to see you again” and leaving, the other girl trailing behind.

Her boyfriend, another member, looked at you with sorry eyes. Really you didn’t do anything wrong and the members all agreed that they’d do the same. They told you that Hyunjin didn’t mean what he said but you were too angry to care. That night he tried to text you, he tried to call you a thousand times, but you didn’t pick up.

Jisung:

You blasted Drake full volume while your boyfriend got dressed upstairs. A surprise birthday party! His surprise birthday party! How could he not see it coming?!? His head was pounding and the music downstairs didn’t help, but he didn’t want you to feel bad.

“Hey thanks for this, baby” he gave you a little side hug and pulled away quickly when he returned downstairs in some sports shorts and a hoodie.

“You’re wel-“ you started, turning around to face him “what are you wearing? This is a party, not a lazy day” you said slightly tipsy even though the night had only just begun. The friends you were talking to before had left you two to talk, not wanting to see you get angry with each other.

Jisung tried hard to find out what he’d done wrong and also confessed about his headache, he was the innocent one in this situation. Yet you still got unreasonably mad. “I went to all this trouble and you don’t even care” you started to cry.

Jisung tried not to cry with you, knowing he’d done nothing wrong but still hurting because you were sad.

When he didn’t say anything in return you ran upstairs and cried yourself to sleep hoping that when you were sober you could sort this out while Jisung got rid of all the guests saying he had a headache and that he’d reorganise before leaving to get some air.

Felix:

Your last day at school before the summer holidays and you were going on vacation with your boyfriend for the first time... tonight! It was all you could think about while at school, leaving Felix to pack the rest of your stuff that you had left out for him back at home.

Chan picked you up the afternoon, Felix in the back of the car with your empty space next to him.

“Did you pack my stuff?” You asked promptly and he reassured you that he did.

A long 11 hour flight and you’d landed. Now in the hotel and ready for bed you found out your pyjamas and...

“Felix I thought you said you packed everything? Where’s my teddy?” You asked beginning to cry.

“Oh you wanted that packing? I thought you just left it there because it was cute” he lied, spying the teddy he packed in his own bag to prank you.

“You know I can’t sleep without it Felix!” You shout “or do you not pay attention to me? Or do you just not care?” You kept listing irrational ideas until you stormed out of the room, heading down to sit by the pool and looking up at the stars.

If only he’d just pulled it out of his bag at his “Oh you wanted it packing?” he thought as he slumped down on the bed.

Seungmin:

Were you spending a normal amount of time with Chris? Or not? He couldn’t quite work it out. He sat and watched you two from the living room while you cooked for the three of you that evening.

“Hey Seungmin, bud, you wanna come and help?” Chan shouted looking over his shoulder to see Seungmin sulking.

“No” he replied bluntly. Chan looked at you and raised his eyebrows. You replied to his gesture “he always gets like this when I’m with you” you rolled your eyes.

Seungmin stood up and folding his arms while positioning himself next to the fridge. “Maybe it’s because you’re always with him. Maybe it’s because you never spend time with me when he’s around. Maybe it’s because you love Chan.” He ran for his bedroom and you followed him. You walked in on him crying on his bed, a sight you’d never seen before.

“Please leave y/n I don’t want you to see me like this” he gestured to the door “you’ll only laugh about it with Chan anyway” he wished he was wrong but he knew he wasn’t when he heard you back in the kitchen, giggling like nothing had happened.

I.N:

“I’m too tired sorry y/n” the text read. You asked him to come to the movies with you but evidently that date wasn’t going to happen. Instead you decided to go and surprise him at the dorms but when you got there, he wasn’t home.

“He’s gone out with Hyunjin” Jisung told you as he opened the door. “You can wait here for him if you like? Please wait here for him we haven’t seen you in so long!” You stepped inside to the boys playing some video game and watched until the two boys got home.

“Y/n!” Jeongin shouted before his face changed “y/n? What are you doing here?” He asked taking you into his bedroom.

“Well I did come over in hopes that we could do something here since you were “tired” but” you shrugged. “So where did you go?” You asked him as if you were actually interested after he did that to you.

“We went to the cinema” he said guiltily. You grabbed your bag from his bed while standing up heading for the door.

“I’m sorry y/n” he pleaded but it was too late, you were already out of the door and almost out the dorm.

He text you straight away asking you to come back so you called him.

“Come back so I can be made a fool out of again? I don’t think so Jeongin you won’t be seeing me for a long long time” you said angrily, admittedly waiting for a response however.

Without thinking Jeongin replied “it was only the cinema it’s not that deep” with that you hung up.

(Tell me he isn’t the most handsome man alive)

Gifs aren’t mine

#stray kids #stray kids reaction #stray kids imagines #bang chan #woojin #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #i.n

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Impressions for Book IV!

I know we’re only two chapters in, but this is the first book I’ve actually been present for the release for, so the hype and theorizing are REAL. Spoilers (I guess? Again, only two chapters in) under cut. Sorry for mobile readers if this doesn’t work bc this shit is LONG.

No-context summary: Can You Tell I Was Really Into Inception When It First Came Out?

Okay, so I know some people aren’t happy about it, but I’m vibing with the whole fairies aesthetic. Especially BC of the whiplash it has re:Book III. I think it’s kinda meant to lure you into a false sense of security/draw your eyes towards the obvious danger—the Nightmares, in this case—so you ignore the less obvious one, which to me, would be Ljósálfheimr itself, but I’ll get to that in a moment.

So, we start out with a sleeping sickness in Askr and the Order of Heroes is sent to investigate, and Henriette gives the team a Censer to protect them (why a Censer and incense when it was obviously something magical and not airborne, I suppose, will become obvious later when the Censer is revealed to be some sort of Deus Ex Machina to get the Heroes out of a pinch when they need it). They get there, they fall asleep, they have a nightmare, Peony saves them, but Alfonso, Sharena, and Anna (Eír and Fjorm whomst? Don’t know them.) are separated from the Summoner, and Peony suggests going to Dream-King Freyr to find them. While en route, Sharena expresses the she remembers Peony and that there was something important about her, but she can’t remember exactly what, and Peony explains (albeit nervously) that this is because all children play with Ljósálfar when they dream, so she may be remembering that time they spent together, and Sharena accepts this explanation. Along the way they meet the first of the Nightmares, Triandra. After defeating her, Peony tells them they have to enter a dream within a dream in order to meet Freyr, and though Alfonse is slightly suspicious, they agree. After they are all asleep, Peony remarks that they all trust her, and now she must do something to earn that trust. I think Alfonse was right to be suspicious, but not because it might have been a trap or anything like that, but because of the inherent dangers of a place like Ljósálfheim in general.

First, entering a dream within a dream? I’ve seen Inception, there’s no fucking way that ends well. Second, where have we seen that before? In the Book IV trailer, we see a repeated sequence at the very end of Alfonse waking up and seeing Peony waiting for him, echoing the opening scene of the cinematic. To me, what this could be hinting at is the future conflict of the book: the heroes, trapped within a never-ending cycle of dreams, unable to tell where one ends and the other begins—one they may very well already be stuck in! If the Heroes are already trapped in a dream cycle, this may not be their first run; they could have been through it possibly a dozen times by now. Sharena has already spoken of remembering Peony, and it may very well be because she has met Peony before in this very scenario and is recalling those other meetings! Now, I don’t think Peony is necessarily evil, so why would she be doing this?

I think it was the Nightmares who struck first, feeding off the fears and worries of the people of Askr. They just lost their King and are still recovering from Hel’s invasion, and I’m assuming are still under the threat of regular invasion from Embla, so safe to say, a lot of people are probably scared and worried, especially those furthest from the castle and Order of Heroes’ protection, like those in the village first ailed by the sleeping sickness. And I think when the Ljósálfar come, they have good intentions. A lot of Peony’s dialogue (in the home screen, combat, etc) mentions wanting to take away mortals’ fears and worries by wrapping them up in a nice, cushy dream, like a warm blanket to keep them safe. Whether this is specific to Peony, or extends to all Ljósálfar, we don’t know yet; we haven’t met any others. I think in order to alleviate the Nightmares and alleviate the worry plaguing the Askr citizens, the Ljósálfar are trapping them deeper and deeper within happy dreams, and thus, dragging them deeper and deeper into Ljósálfheimr. Why so deep? Well, normally, they work with children, right? Children’s fears are much easier to alleviate than an adult’s, so to properly soothe the adult villagers, they need to be pulled under more and more layers of dreams in order to forget what’s worrying them.

Remember when I mentioned that Ljósálfheimr might become the less obvious danger in this book? It’s quite literally a dream land—anything you want can be a reality, and your wildest wishes can come true as long as you believe hard enough. It’s amazing, literally a dream come true! Why? Would? You? Ever? Leave? Would you even realize you were trapped in a dream? If you did, would you want to go back? To your king-less lands ravaged by war, with the constant threat of more? To an Order of Heroes who can only react, never prevent? To a Prince who would rather play hero and war than rule over his people? To a Princess who was never even given a chance at the throne? Should they leave? Would you? You can say all you want that you don’t like the look the book is going for, but we knew instantly that the Realm of Hel was dangerous; Ljósálfheimr only wants you to think that it’s innocent when it’s insidiousness bubbles just beneath the surface and I, personally, find that all the more fascinating. Your mind, free to wander in pure, blissful ignorance while your body wastes away into nothingness in the real world.

But how did the Nightmares know to come to Askr? Fucking Loki. Why? To further her Meta Goal. Whatever the fuck that is. Next question.

Where is the Summoner? This could . . . go many different ways, to be honest. I’d be happy to see it go anyway. One option is that the Summoner is trapped by the Nightmares and separated somewhere else in the dream, captured by the enemy and must learn to harness the power of the dream (through the Censer??? Maybe somehow being a part of Breidablik) and free themselves and reunite with their friends, which will break the dream cycle (probably by finally appearing when Alfonse wishes for them?) and allow them to finally create a scenario to escape. OR, and here’s one I like the most the more I think about it: the Summoner didn’t appear when Alfonse wished for them (bc let’s be real: Alfonse may be a bit of a stick in the mud sometimes, but he cares deeply about his friends, and if he wished for the Summoner to be reunited with them, then goddamnit, IT WAS GONNA COME FROM THE BOTTOM OF HIS HEART) bc they are all trapped in a cycle within the Summoner’s dream.

Peony just says that it’s a dream, so wishes can come true, but she never specifies whose dream it is. If there were something preventing the Summoner from entering/being pulled into Ljósálfheimr like the others (Censer combined with Breidablik, maybe? or just the fact that the Summoner is from a different world entirely?), it would make sense that Alfonse couldn’t interact with a dreamscape that wasn’t his own and that the Summoner wasn’t with them, and make it easier to trap them in a dream cycle (as you can see, I’m hinging a lot on this dream cycle theory). I just think it would be cool to see some Summoner Solo-Badassery and have them come to the Heroes rescue. I know they are a squishy tactician, but just once, please. I just think it would be a fun and sexy time for the Summoner and everyone else involved.

And then there’s the Nightmares. Specifically, we may get to see the Heroes facing off against their own, personal Nightmares. Anna’s nightmare? Being penniless, obviously, but deeper than that—having to cut back on important resources and items for the Order of Heroes, and it results in catastrophe, failing not only her fellow soldiers, but the citizens of Askr that she swore to protect. Alfonse? Dealing with the grief of losing his father, having to choose between protecting his people in the Order of Heroes or guiding them as their King, and choosing wrong; having to choose between saving Zacharias or killing him and protecting his people. Sharena? Also dealing with the loss of her father, but now faced with a whole new monster that is the renewed terror of what could happen if she loses Alfonse, the only other member of her family that (in my opinion) really cares for her; losing all her friends and ending up alone. And the Summoner? After seeing everything they have, what would be worse than having to go back to their own world, powerless, slowly forgetting their friends? So much potential there for development with each one, and I really hope they do something with it.

I think in the end Peony and the Ljósálfar have good intentions, but their methods are heavy-handed and dangerous, maybe even downright lethal to the people they’re trying to help (especially if an Emblian invasion were to come along while they were asleep and defenseless). In the end, I think this Book has a TON of potential. Sure, maybe it doesn’t feel “Fire Emblem” at first, but like the bones are there jfc at least wait until a couple of chapters are out until we can know, you know? And really, in a world that has elves, magic, dragons, people who can turn into dragons, people who can turn into birds, people who can turn into wolves, kitsune, whatever the fuck Caingheis is, you’re gonna tell me that . . . fairies is too far of a stretch? Okay.

#fire emblem: heroes #feh #daten plays fe:h

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diningpageantry · 5 years

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Don’t @ Me

Archive Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18215168/chapters/43092371

Chapter 1/10 of It’s A Handheld Disaster

Word Count: 3118

Fic Summary: Teenage life is hard enough, but with the added weight of their lives, both Simon and Baz thrive online in a fandom for the British crime show, Gastrell, about the genius Huxley and his "flatmate" Sam. Through Tumblr, they find each other, and sink into something more than just being mutuals.

Chapter Summary: A shitpost is taken a little too personally, and an argument breaks out. In true Baz fashion, he seeks to prove himself right in the most ridiculous way possible.

BAZ

Morning routines are the most menial shit in the realm of existence of arbitrary tasks.

Everyone seems to have them, yet nobody really has a set one. For example, my step-mum has a long, seemingly pointless hour of simply facial cleansers, serums, and hair products. When I’d asked her years ago why she does it all, she shook her head and said “You’ll never be an aging woman, Basilton.”

I couldn’t quite argue with that.

Regardless, it’s a part of life. The routines. Wake up, morning routine, morning activity, eat, afternoon activity, usually afternoon snack, evening activity, dinner, night-time activity, sleep.

A boring, underwhelming cycle of the day.

Although, I suppose it’s shittier for me, since the homeschooling doesn’t give me a chance to do much besides sit and read. Of course, I have my car and I can drive off to whatever. Hell, father even suggested I get a job to occupy myself, but I don’t quite see the point given how much money we have (and the risk factors with moving around so frequently).

So, here I am. Finishing my classes in a matter of months, then having an entire year of pointless bullshit.

Needless to say, my entire day’s routine isn’t the most thrilling. Wake up at 10 on a good day, check social media and emails, then just lay here until I can’t wait to piss. Piss. Go to eat breakfast and get greeted by screaming children and my poor step-mum trying to wrangle them in. Go upstairs, go back online, see whatever’s on my dash, reblog some shit, then try to do something vaguely productive. Check Archive, check email again. Nothing’s on the emails, ever. Text Dev and Niall, who get awfully pissed since they are in school. Get more food. Eat. Bring tea upstairs, despite the disdained look from our maid (who hates collecting my piles of mugs). Write for a couple hours. Take an afternoon nap, if I please. Wake up and sit there (again). Maybe lonely wank. Go back to the bathroom, stare at myself in the mirror for a good few minutes. Sit on the toilet for half an hour for no reason besides the fact that my phone seems more interesting while sitting there as compared to sitting in bed. Sit then on the bathroom floor doing the same thing. Go back to my bed, listen to music on my phone and work on my laptop. Write, maybe scroll. Get dinner brought to me as they tut that I should be more active. Eat. Go downstairs for an evening workout (they’re right, I shouldn’t confine myself to my bed). Come back, do exactly what I do for half the day until I pass out somewhere around 3 am. Repeat.

Dream life for an 17 year old. Social life of a god.

Somewhat.

It’s shit to say (and sort of embarrassing to share) that there’s sort of a social media presence around me. Not quite the Instagram model bullshit, but based around fan life.

Yes, it’s a laughing stock. That’s where my popularity lies--a mixed grab-bag of various ages gathering around various platforms to enthuse about certain topics. And I’m somehow lucky enough to have the slightest bit of popularity here.

As in, a large following. A large, somehow active following.

It isn’t exactly thrilling as one would like to think. Sure, it’s fun to see a scattered group of regulars pop up, and I have my mutuals, but it’s a sad existence to sit around and make various shitposts with nothing better to occupy my mind. Or, at least, that’s what Dev and Niall tell me.

All in all, I blame Fiona. She’s the one who got me into the show, saying she thought the character was a bit like me. After I saw it, I found the three connections she’d grasped at.

Gay, dark-haired, and violinist.

As if that’s a rarity.

Yet, surely enough, I did love it. The cinematography, the characters, the storyline. It was intriguing--captivating.

It doesn’t hurt that the online community was still on the smaller side when I first got there. The show was only a season in when I made my blog, and I’ve stuck through all this bullshit to get me here. One of the regulars. Reposted everywhere, uncredited usually. Big fics, large interactions. Shitposts with thousands upon thousands of notes. I’m recognizable; a suggested name.

Don’t get me wrong, the attention is spectacular. I love interacting with people beyond this depressing household, and they’re usually fairly nice (usually) (except those ravenous for an argument). It’s just awkward to share at times when people ask why your mobile’s got 99+ symbols next to the apps and you just shrug and say “I’m shit at checking it” to avoid the conversation because most people see it as childish.

It’s a shame, really. Especially since I feel emotionally attached to these goddamn fictional fuckers.

I suppose that’s what makes it all the more personal, then. Even the shitposts mean something to me.

Which is what makes this is a long, winded way of saying fuck whoever’s arguing with me about whether or not Huxley is a fucking Ravenclaw. (He is. Hands down.) How’d I get here, staring at my mobile in disbelief at a brief back and forth post turned fight? Because it feels like a reasonable question to wonder.

I got here because, as almost all mornings, I woke up, opened my phone, read my notifs, then sat here, thinking of something. Anything. Then, in a tired haze, typed out a single text post on tumblr.

huxley gastrell is a ravenclaw send tweet

Following so, I went about my typical morning. Of course. Then--then--I check my phone as I’m going downstairs and I see it. I see the “@bi-sammy mentioned you in a post!” notif, then read the God-forsaken reblog.

@gaystrell op do you take criticism on your posts?

I frowned at my phone, typing out a quick response before tucking it back into my pocket.

@bi-sammy no.

What I hadn’t anticipated, though, was the reply I’d open up to soon after I’d started poking at my morning meal.

@gaystrell well too bad bc ur WRONG and ur opinions are UGLY

#he’s clearly a slytherin this is slytherin oppression #don’t tell me he and bryonie aren’t from a slytherin family

Now I sit, staring and completely awestruck at such a post. Now, I won’t deny Bryonie Gastrell is definitely, in all possible ways, a Slytherin. Cunning and ambitious as fuck, as any political spy may be, but fuck anyone who tries to dismiss Huxley’s clear Ravenclaw leanings.

It takes me a moment to fully process, mouth robotically chewing my eggs as I contemplate my answer.

@bi-sammy there is absolutely no proof of huxley being a slytherin and more than enough support towards him being a ravenclaw. get your clueless negativity off my blog, you utter tit.

With that, I settle my phone face down onto my table and try to enjoy my lovely plate of scrambled eggs, barely ignoring the boiling of my blood.

SIMON

My phone lights up with the new notification, dragging my attention away from my laptop as the words slide down onto the screen. “@gaystrell mentioned you in a post!” I hate to admit that I get a little pattering in my heart, urging my hand out to grasp the mobile as I pause the Youtube video currently playing. As I read his words, I slowly blink out of my excitement.

Tit. He called me a bloody tit.

Of course this fucking wanker called me a tit.

He must think that since he’s this big bad blogger, he can call me a tit right out in the open. (Although, he is talking to me, so that’s a plus) (No! No no no, bad validation, Simon. Bad). What, with his thousands of followers and fans of his own, he thinks he can try to say shit out in the open?

Fuck it. He’s either getting a DM or a bloody fist fight from me. I’ll take a train to wherever the fuck he lives (which is somewhere in England, since that’s what his bio says) (and his aunt lives in London, since he’s posted about visiting her) (I really do wonder where he’s from and how close he might be--what if I run into him one day?) (No wait fuck I don’t want that anymore).

Clicking on his blog, the little person drop down gives me the option of a message. I barely think as I type it out, vision going spotty from the adrenaline of the twinging anger.

bi-sammy: i swear to god there was no point to the battle of hogwarts if you’re just going to go around and absolutely slander the slytherin name and dare say that huxley is not one of them and, rather, is a ravenclaw

At first, I grin at it, watching my lone message appear into the empty chat. It’s so freeing--so powerful to send it. I pride myself, in the moment, for this solid move of communication. Of course I’m fucking proud. I messaged the arse myself and gave him a space to fight.

Maybe Penny’s right, I should dial down the confrontation, but it’s just the internet. Nothing important happens through a stupid little argument over Huxley’s true Hogwarts house (although, I’m sure I know I’m right in my heart), but it is a bit of fun to fuck around with someone. It’s a distraction. And that’s why I’m here, afterall. To have a distraction.

Penny thinks it’s a bit silly, but she doesn’t really complain. All she’s ever said was “I thought we left fandom stuff behind us when we were 14.” She said it over lunch, watching me scroll through my at-the-time new tumblr.

It’s funny, I thought I did leave it behind when I was younger. It seemed unneeded as life shifted. I’d just found a stable foster home, with someone who was going to keep me for a while. I found Penny a couple months before I deactivated my old account. I was happy; we were free. I didn’t need a venting place.

Shits been sort of hitting the fan recently, though. No uni plans, David’s been getting more controlling, and of course, Agatha dumping me. It all crashed on top of me a few months ago, and somehow, the only place that I could find healthy coping was online. So, I started fresh. Made a blog and settled in. It’s not big, but I’ve had a few posts get noticed. I have a good few hundred followers, and one nice anon who asks me how I am every few weeks. It’s not a lot, but it’s comforting.

I feel at home here, even with a little discourse.

Well, only when the discourse is answered. Which, in this situation, I don’t know if it will be, given it’s been over an hour now and Baz hasn’t answered.

If that’s even his name.

It’s what his bio says, at least.

baz. 17. cisguy (he/him). gay. don’t interact if you think huxley is remotely straight.

I’ve wondered for a while what Baz stands for. He refuses to answer it in asks; he always says it’s too personal. He’s sort of odd like that--never posts pictures of anything that could be linked back. Seems sort of creepy, but then again, a lot of people follow him. It’s reasonable to want space.

Maybe that’s why he’s not answering. He probably wants space of some sort, but it’d be at least decent to answer someone who tried to have a discussion (that’s at least what I’m calling that message I sent--a discussion starter).

I frown at my phone, keeping it on silent as I slide it into my front pocket and settle into my seat in maths. I’ll say it--I sulk in class, a little bitter that I don’t have his attention (despite the fact that he seems like he’s always active online, which seems odd). Eventually, I exhale and try to let it slip away. There went my one interaction with him. My few seconds of the weirdest fucking bliss online, gone.

Then, it happens. As the class is ending, I pull out my screen just enough to see and there it is. A clear notification telling me he’d answered. Oddly enough, it’s just him sending me a link to a Google Doc.

Weird.

I ignore it for the moment being, letting myself ride the wave of relaxation that I actually got a reply. It passes my mind until I’m sitting in the back of Agatha’s car, listening to Penny and Aggie in the front talking about whatever’s on their mind. The rides are sort of awkward as of recently. At least Agatha agreed to drive me home (it’s a good 45 minute walk, if not) after some convincing from Penny, but her and I don’t really chat. It’s just the two of them.

Given that time, I have a chance to pull out my mobile and thumb through what was sent.

gaystrell: https://docs.google.com/document/d/175qFASmqD7hey8lE0eoE-6VhhFYE9DP6bpnI32Aay98/edit?usp=sharing

I click on it, not expecting that much (or, really, not expecting anything at all). Yet, the second it pops up and loads, my jaw drops.

“Jesus fuck,” I say aloud, scrolling through it. Penny turns her head, frowning as I stay locked on my screen.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“No--no nothing,” I say, waving a hand. “It’s nothing.”

“It’s got to be something for that reaction,” she says, keeping turned in her seat as she eyes me up. “Just tell us, Si.”

“I mean it when I say it’s nothing.” My voice gets quieter as I shift, reading the title. “It’s just fandom stuff. It’s really nothing.”

I hear her disgruntled huff as she turns back, mumbling something about me reacting too dramatically to this. “It isn’t even real.” It’s said under her breath, yet it still rings clear in my ears.

It isn’t really fake, either.

Hell, this is six pages of real. “Why Huxley Gastrell is, Without a Doubt, a Ravenclaw”. Shared by Basilton Pitch (is that his actual name?!). Fucking hell, it’s detailed to no ends. You’d think, with this much writing, there’d be pages of pointless filler where he’d just type “im gay hi huxley is also a gay we’re all gay here aren’t we”, but no. It’s full, grammatically correct sentences detailing his points.

It’s a bit much to read in the car, so I settle my mobile face down onto the seat as I’m left reeling. That… was a bit more than I’d expected.

Shit, did he write that for me?

This isn’t real. This can’t be real.

BAZ

Whoever says that having a flair for the dramatics is pointless has clearly never met me, because I wouldn’t quite call this masterpiece of an essay “pointless”. In fact, I should send it to academics. Rename it “A Study In Multi-Dimensional Characters and their Associated Generalized Personality Traits”. I’ll be hailed as a genius, as I deserve to be.

I crack my knuckles, and see the little person pop up.

Surely enough, it’s @bi-sammy’s name that he has listed online, Simon. It’s curious, he has his last name listed as “Snow”. Although, the smallest part of me believes it’s a pseudonym. Given our interactions, I doubt he’s clever enough to think of a solid pseudonym. And, even at that, why pick Snow?

Either way, it’s surprisingly endearing. Simon Snow. Sounds sweet. Sounds innocent.

I watch his cursor turn on, then his icon goes grey after a few moments. My heart starts to trip, making my cheeks begin to flush. Is… he ignoring this?

No. He can’t be. I put in hard work and dedication into this work, and I deserve the respect I’d sent into it. Fucking hell, three fully developed points (his devotion to intellectual work, his effort to step out of public light for Sam’s sake, and his overall lack of ambition for moving forward). I clearly set it out, and ended it properly; I’d proven that Huxley is a Ravenclaw. Case and point, opinion made, the end.

And, here I sit, watching him have the audacity to open it up then close it back. That was my hard work put in there, and he closes it? Who in the name of all that is sacred thinks he’s that above other people to the point where he just ignores--

Oh. He’s back on. Nevermind.

He’s… probably a school student. It’s roughly the time that most classes end, I suppose.

I make a mental apology to him, despite having never ranted directly to him in the first place.

He stays active for a good bit; long enough to show he’s reading. I assume that he’d just close off and message me, but after minutes, I notice a little highlighted comment pop up on the last sentence.

Simon Snow i………. owe you every single possible apology

Each word makes me grin like I haven’t in a while. A wide, cheek-creasing grin. There’s something so sweet to that--so personal. It feels like a note passed to me in a classroom under the tables. Like a cute “Blink if you like me”, although I doubt he has quite an intention.

Nevertheless, it warms my chest, sending my head back as I smile. I’m not sure whether or not it’s the satisfaction of winning, or his words, but I laugh outwardly into the room. It stays with me, reverberating onto my skin and my throat.

I look back at the comment, then leave it untouched. If he won’t remove it, then I won’t either.

With a glance at our personal messages tab, I figure that’s that. Even field, no more argument. No more interaction. It’s a bit of a shame, given the effort I’d just extorted for his sake, that he hasn’t answered in our chat.

While I’m disappointed to close off the document, I smile at it one last time. Sometimes I have to move on from random people, especially when they come on a bit strong.

Except, I find, moments later that I’m wrong about one thing--the moving on. He didn’t just stop his interaction, but instead made a public post.

“@bi-sammy mentioned you in a post!”

This time, I really laugh. A full bellied, hand-covering-mouth laugh.

i guess i have to suck @gayhuxell’s cock now because i was wrong and the bloody arse was right. huxley is a ravenclaw.

#fuck me i guess

I take a minute, rereading over his words a few times before typing a simple answer with my reblog.

i’m available anytime behind a mcdonald’s parking lot

#fanfiction #fanfic #carry on #fic #mine #it's a handheld disaster #snowbaz #simon snow #tyrannus basilton grimm-pitch #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #baz pitch #simon #baz #hhehehehe #this is like the longest chapter just a heads up #it's a short fic it's under 20k

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dykexion · 5 years

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tagged by @minatodilf ty Ash 👌👌

What was your last

Drink: just plain water

Last phone call: my dad (I'm not big on phone calls so only my parents really call me normally)

Last text: telling @vulturousculturalist to go to sleep because it was 1am and I'm the responsible friend uwu. if discord messages don't count then I was texting one of my friends calling Zero from megaman a himbo at like 5am

Last song you listened to: Kansas by Gorillaz

Last time you cried: a few days ago I think

Have you ever dated someone: nope! being a small town dyke that goes to a catholic school unfortunately doesn't give me many dating prospects 😅

Been cheated on: nah

Kissed someone and regretted it: I don't think so actually, I once kissed a friend and it was,,,,a lil weird and we're not actually friends anymore (unrelated) and I don't like her but,,,,it was just something that happened I guess

Lost someone special: not really

Been drunk and thrown up: never been drunk! I never drink enough to make me more than just a lil tipsy

List three fave colors: black green and purple

In the last year have you…

Made a new friend: yeah!

Fallen out of love: nope

Laughed until you cried: many times, I laugh at things really easily

Met someone that changed you: I have no sense of self so maybe lmao

Found out who your true friends are: haha yeah. it was fun having an "intervention" staged about me being "unnecessarily rude to everyone and unable to make friends" when I reported a kid for harassing my other friend and making sexist and racist comments. needless to say the person who did that's not my fuckin friend anymore

Found out someone was talking about you: hahaha.

Kissed someone on your FB friends list: don't have facebook

General

How many people on your FB friends list do you know irl: don't have facebook

Do you have any pets: unfortunately no though I adore all kinds of animals. I do lay somewhat of a claim to my friend's cat because she actually apparently likes me better than the people who live with her lmao (take that Lorna!)

Do you want to change your name: hmmm i don't think so tbh, I was thinking of going by a shortening of my middle name (Louise -> Lou) occasionally but idk lmao

What did you do for your last birthday: I don't think I've actually done anything for my birthday since I was like 10. I was gonna meet up with a few friends last year but coincidentally there was a school trip the same day and we got stuck in traffic on the way back so I couldn't do that :/

What time did you wake up today: about 4am. I went to sleep just after midnight and woke up four hours later unable to go back to sleep. I'm out of school for the summer but I've still been instinctively waking up at around the time I'd get up for school anyway but today just took the biscuit and woke me two hours before that

What were you doing at midnight last night: watching the snapcube Sonic 06 fandub

Name something you CANNOT wait for: uhhhhhhhh idk tbh. something will probably come to me immediately after I post this though

Last time you saw your mother: saw her like an hour ago

What is one thing you wish you could change about life: not to be stereotypical but money probably. my family's kinda in deep shit atm because we're paying out our arses to keep my grandma in the care home she's at bc we can't take care of her but that costs a serious amount of money so we don't have too much left for other stuff and it's just a tad Worrying

What are you listening to right now: I've got Gorillaz on shuffle on spotify and I can also kinda hear the rain outside

Have you ever talked to a person with the name Tom: unfortunately yes.

What’s getting on your nerves: thinking about my exam results that I'm not gonna get back until the end of August that decide my academic path for at least the next two years

Most visited website: YouTube and Tumblr

Nickname: not too many people call me nicknames anymore but cookie and amy-lou are what people used to call me (still do occasionally)

Relationship status: single

Zodiac sign: libra (+ aquarius moon and rising)

Pronouns: she/her or they/them + I also go by he/him in my head sometimes.....indecisive

Fave tv shows: I don't watch too much TV but uhhh recently I watched good omens and lucifer they were alright

Hair color: brown but I used to be super blonde when I was little. I'm also hopefully dyeing it soon, probably purple

Long or short: I prefer having my hair short and I've gone through cycles of long hair to short hair through my life lmao. the current short hair has stayed for three years so far though so thats A New Record

Height: 5'3

Do you have a crush on someone: idk tbh

What do you like about yourself: uh. despite being a major dumbass I'm actually quite clever and I like that I can help people with that. when I'm not hiding them behind my glasses or fringe I get complimented on my eyes occasionally so that's a nice physical thing. oh and also being gay as hell yeehaw

Tattoos: I don't have any but I'd kinda maybe want a simple one in the future

Righty or Lefty: righty

First surgery: never had one. I've never even fractured a bone somehow

First piercing: not actually got any piercings yet....my mum always said no piercings until I was 18 but I'm working on getting my ears pierced this summer

First best friend: this (only) girl I was friends with in like year 1 and 2. she left school after that and I never saw her again, Elizabeth if you're out there....

First sport you joined: ballet! I've been doing it for over a decade now lmao I'm almost at the point where I could become a qualified teacher if I wanted to (cue identity crisis over what I want out of life)

First pair of trainers: why??

Right now

Eating: toast

Drinking: woter

Listening to: this question has been asked three times now lmao, Gorillaz on Spotify

Want kids: probably not

Career: I want to be a translator or smth like that

Which is better:

Lips or eyes: eyes

Hugs or kissed: hugs

Shorter or taller: don't mind

Romantic or spontaneous: romantic

Nice stomach or nice arms: Arms For Hugging

Sensitive or loud: sensitive probably

Hook up or relationship: relationship definitely

Troublemaker or hesitant: hmmmm idk

Have you ever:

Kissed a stranger: nope

Drank hard liquor: nope

Lost glasses/contacts: fuckin constantly

Sex on a first date: nope

Broke someone’s heart: uh maybe? there was this one kid that seemed to have been really into me for a while that I turned down when we were like 14 (sorry Jamie lmao but you were instrumental in me figuring out I didn't like dudes so thanks mate)

Had your own heart broken: nah

Been arrested: never

Turned someone down: yea

Cried when someone died: yea

Fallen for a friend: unfortunately lol potentially multiple times but I'm still a disaster who can't differentiate between strong romantic and platonic feelings wassup

Do you believe in:

Yourself: eh they're alright occasionally

Miracles: nope

Love at first sight: not really

Santa Claus: nope. not sure if my parents ever bothered that much keeping it secret that he wasn't real

Kiss on the first date: sure why not

Angels: nah

i tag: (only if you wanna do it since this is super long) @vulturousculturalist @jothriku @comicsansisasin + anyone who wants to do it. I'm not tagging too many people since this is A Lot and it seems like other people are already doing this stuff atm, have a fun tuesday

#thanks for tagging me ash #tag games

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change-the-rules · 6 years

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sleep paralysis is genuinely one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever experienced, it isn’t something I’ve experienced since thank gods but I still vividly remember it years later.

Completely unable to move, frantically trying to call for help, to twitch just a finger even, anything to alert my gf at the time I was in distress. I could feel her pressed up against my side right fucking there but I couldn’t, couldn’t move. couldn’t speak couldn’t do anything except listen to the whispers and the screams of the dead (I was on a band trip and sleeping in one of the hotels close enough to ground zero that the windows were blown out when the towers fell so like hallucination or no you can imagine the kinds of things i was hearing ya know for context not that it’s relevant to the rest of this post) sharing a bed and additionally sharing a room with 3 other people but completely alone, no chance for help as I watched this giant mass of darkness lit on fire sit on my chest as the wails screaming that I didnt know how they suffered grew louder, and it became harder and harder to breathe for minutes or hours I still don’t know I couldn’t block it out, shutting my eyes only provided images far worse than staring right at the mass pinning me to the bed.

I tried explaining it the next morning still shaken beyond words, none of them really got it though save for another girl who had experiences with sleep paralysis herself.

Now whether my chronic depression stems from undiagnosed adhd like I suspect or is an enitity of it’s own I’ve struggled with it my entire life. It’s so easy to look back and point out the instances where it’s so blatantly apparent it’s a little hard not to hate my parents for not getting me help when I was young but I don’t think it’s ever been this bad before. It cycles like depression does I can usually get anywhere from 6 months to 2 years of functioning and typically functioning fairly well by ‘standards’ and then without fail i manage to raze everything to the ground and have start over it’s been this way for as long as i can remember and it wasn’t until maybe 3 years ago i even realized it wasn’t normal, wasn’t something everyone had to deal and once i did i asked for help.

I didn’t get that help not until after I had a meltdown working a summer job that my dad took it upon himself to ‘clean up’ it took 7 months after i first asked and when the help came...it wasn’t the help i needed. I’ve self destructed twice since then built myself up only to watch it all crumble, tried asking for help a few more times while i was strong enough never getting it but getting ‘enough’ that my dad continuously throws it in my face as an example of how i refuse to help myself

but I’ve never been this bad before, i don’t know how to ask for help anymore, i’ve always at least been able to distract myself, had somewhat of safety nets in place but now.....nothing helps, nothing distracts, my family’s written me off, I’ve isolated myself from my friends from anyone else that cares not wanting to bother them when they have their own problems. The clock is counting down for bills that have no way to be paid and even if I could bring myself to eat i’ve offically run out of backup funds and hidden snack caches so I can’t afford to, my brain won’t let me eat anything I haven’t paid for myself anyway bc of the times lately ive been repeatedly told that not contributing, the solution is so easy just get a fucking job.

like it’s so simple but also a bullshit catch 22

job=money, money= phone staying on for job/support and food for energy to job and money to pay a shrink to keep making money to eat and stay connected ect.

I don’t think anyone I’m close with nowadays isolation not withstanding isn’t some kind of mentally ill, they’re doing what needs to be done. And I know aside from the necessity of it, that having something to do, having a routine, a reason to get up would help but it’s like i have waking sleep paralysis. It’s that same exact feeling minus the actual hallucinations.

I’m stuck and no one can hear me screaming, oh gods and when i open my mouth it’s like clara when missy shoved her into that bloody dalek I’m trying to explain the suffering and the pain but all that comes out is apathy and i don’t know what to do the answers are so simple but the execution gods.....

I don’t know what’s left except to snap the fuck out of it but I can’t and I’m drowning

#trying to process #it's just a bunch of brain bs under the cut so like #i won't get insulted if it goes unread #also trigger warnings for #sleep paralysis #maybe #hallucinations #refed to during an epsiode of said sleep paralysis #by the goddess if someone could just tell me how to can #that would be infinitely helpful #bc im at a loss as to what to do anymore #and every interaction nowadays just makes everything worse #personal

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fmdyeoreum · 6 years

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IDOLIZED: A DOCUMENTARY SERIES PRESENTS…

an exclusive interview with the lead vocalist & rapper of WISH, yeo yeoreum. she is represented by BC ENTERTAINMENT. per prior permission, all footage is allowed for use throughout the show. note for the editing team: these cuts are from taken from rehearsal in preparation for portal digital music project. ceo kim byungchul would like for us to remind you to focus on wholesome interactions & showcasing positive attitudes !

HOW IS REHEARSAL GOING ??

❝ i’m actually having a wonderful time in the rehearsal process for this show ! it’s been really fun getting out of the recording studio & seeing lots of people from bc entertainment, but also from other companies, too. being apart of such a massive showcase of talent is a total blessing, & i can’t wait to see how the entire concert goes over with our beloved fans. i, too, am a huge supporter of a good number of the groups & soloists participating, so deep down, i’ll be cheering for everyone from backstage ! both of my acts don’t go up until almost the very end of the night, so i’ll have enough time to prepare for them, but also to enjoy all of the other numbers being presented. other than that, i think HEART SHAKER, & our new single, WHAT IS LOVE? are really great when paired together how we’ve arranged, & i know our beautiful wishing wells will enjoy our set a lot, & that’ll make all of the hard work put into this so worth it in the end ! ❞

WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING WHEN YOU’RE NOT ON STAGE ??

❝ being that we’re extremely prepared with our dance moves & vocals, i’ve been able to catch up with old friends & meet lots of new people, too, whenever it is i’m not on — stage. however, i still make ample time in order to run through everything, but i don’t want to be too overworked. i think working needs some play time in order to put on a great performance, so it’s been an absolute pleasure entertaining both ideas. i’m just glad to be apart of such a once in a lifetime experience, & being that WISH is lucky enough to close the entire show makes me smile. not only that, but the special stage that’s being prepared is quite amazing, too. ❞

HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT YOUR SPECIAL STAGE ??

❝ the special stage that i was asked to be apart of is absolutely sensational, & being that i was given such an integral role as far as vocals are concerned makes me really excited, too. i feel honored that they trusted me with so many lines, & a good bit of choreography, too. sharing the stage with fifteen other idols that i regard so highly is a feeling i can’t really explain ; just a huge group of people from all three companies involved paying homage to some of the biggest & best artists in the industry is a great way to celebrate all of our hard work & endeavors together. not to mention that the three songs included in our medley are some of my all — time favorites, & i’m sure all the others would have to agree with that, too. it’ll be a huge delight for fans of all of the members coming together for this one performance, & heck, if i weren’t involved, i’d be so thrilled to see such an amazing mix of talent coming together. ❞

ARE YOU EXCITED FOR THE SONGS YOU’RE PERFORMING ??

❝ oh, absolutely ! it’ll be one of the first times that our WISHing wells will be able to watch us perform our latest title track, WHAT IS LOVE? & i think they’ll catch onto the dance moves extremely fast ! not only that, but HEART SHAKER was such an overwhelming success upon its release, so treating them to yet another performance of one of their favorite songs will be amazing, too. ❞

HAVE YOU FOUND SUCH A LARGE, INTENSIVE REHEARSAL MORE CONSTRUCTIVE, OR FRUSTRATING ??

❝ this rehearsal has definitely been extremely long & really detailed, but i think with how many songs are going to be performed, it’s necessary to ensure that no technical issues occur, & that all things will run as smoothly as possible. being that we’re just getting started in the promotion cycle after a much — needed break, i was so used to sleeping in later, so waking up incredibly early was a bit difficult, but seeing everyone’s smiling faces upon arrival to the venue was so special & gave all of us so much energy to push forward. that, & it really like a huge family reunion, & i think we’re all just enjoying being in the presence of close friends. it’ll help the long hours go by so much faster ! ❞

THIS CONCERT IS MUCH LONGER THAN CONCERTS YOU MAY HAVE PARTICIPATED IN. HOW DO YOU PLAN TO KEEP UP ENERGY FOR MULTIPLE PERFORMANCES, & / OR FOR PERFORMING AT YOUR OWN POINT IN THE CONCERT ??

❝ being that this concert is so long, & the special stage i’m involved in, as well as WISH’s performance, are at the end of it all, i feel fortunate that i was given such a complimentary position. i’m able to really rest up backstage before i go on, & closer to the time that i do, i’m gonna take a lot of time to hydrate properly, stretch so that my muscles don’t get too stiff from the dancing that i’ll be doing, & run through all of my choreography & lyrics to make sure that no mistakes will be made in the process of the performance. when i starred in DEATH NOTE : THE MUSICAL a long time ago, i found that really finding time to sit in the quiet & store energy for when you’re about to go on — stage is crucial, so hopefully i’ll be able to fit in some meditation time before i hit the stage, too. ❞

THERE WILL BE MANY FANS AT THE CONCERT WHO MAY BE ATTENDING TO SEE ANOTHER ARTIST. IF YOU HAD TO INTRODUCE YOUR MUSIC TO ANOTHER ARTIST’S FAN, HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE IT ??

❝ if i were to introduce WISH’s music to a fan of another artist, i would simply say that we explore really lovely concepts, & it’s full of bubblegum pop goodness. we’re definitely release the type of music that’ll stay stuck in your head for weeks & weeks, & if even if you don’t like it at first, you’ll fall in love with it in the end. we just want everyone to have a good time, & to be happy, you know ?? not only that, but each & every one of us is so multi — talented in song, rap, & dance, & we really do strive to put on a great show every single time we step on — stage. it’s our goal to have everyone singing & dancing along with us wherever it is we get to perform, & i think that we’ll be able to gain new WISHing wells in the process of this concert project. i also hope that many of our supporters will learn to love all of the artists & groups who will be there with us, & i know in my heart that they will. ❞

#⌈ ❀ ⌉ » TASK.┊♡ ━━━ ❛ JUST STAY WHERE YOU ARE. WE TALKED AT THE BAR ; WALKED OUT ON THE STREET. YOU WALKED IN MY HEART.#FMDIDOLIZED3 #IDOLIZED: A DOCUMENTARY.

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interview-withthevampire · 7 years

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so fun fact about me guys: 1) my family is prone to sleep paralysis and 2) I watched IWtV wayyyyyy too young.

these two are related

so my family is prone to sleep paralysis, vivid nightly dreaming, and sleep talking. I sleep talk like crazy and dream vividly all night, every night.Thankfully I've only had sleep paralysis three times in my life, whereas my brothers get SP in six monthly cycles.

ANYWAY. My elder sister was the ~original~ VC fan so picture: big family (six kids), early/mid 2000s one television and VCR, eight-nine year old me watching IWtV and the nasty QotD movie way too young but it not really scaring me + me totally loving it. Big fan, used to play Claudia-sister type games which is super messed up in perspective, ANYWAY

Two of these sleep paralysis episodes occurred when I was in my bed, late at night enough that not even my ma was awake (chronic bipolar insomniac), and I couldn't move. I'm stuck in bed, terrified, because a long-haired somebody is sitting at the end of my bed, looking out my window. Just sitting there, as you please, Louis not looking at me or anything, but I'm terrified bc omg there's a stranger vampire at the end of my bed whatdoido and bc I'm having sleep paralysis I couldn't move even if i wanted too, so when I wake up really angry. Not bc I'm sleep deprived from waking nightmares or bc i had a nightmare, but bc Louis didn't even say HELLO THE RUDE LITTLE BASTARD. Not even on the next night when it happened again!

#text #louis #iwtv #vampire chronicles #i remember these so well bc IT FELT SO REAL #I MEAN REAL #and i know thats part and parcel of sleep paralysis #but there are times i really question whether or not there wasn't an actual mob-looking brad pitt louis-lookalike in my house #it was so distinctly REAL #vc

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kidensdouble88 · 7 years

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Newfound chapter II

A/N: YAYYYY part two is up:) thanks for showing love to my first part, I really didn’t expect much bc I’m a small account! Nevertheless, thankssss!! Part three should be up eventually:)

P.S I realize this is kinda short, but hopefully you like it. This series is going to be super angsty and longish.

Pairing: Eventual Peter Pan x Reader

Warnings: none

Slight Summary of chap.2: Something big about Y/N and Pan’s plans for her have been revealed!

After your body had hit the sand, Peter smirked to himself. This was too easy. (Y/N) was just too weak when she wasn’t at her true potential. And with that at bay, Pan should be able to execute his plan flawlessly.

He picked you up from the sand bridal style, then teleported the two of you to camp within the blink of an eye. As Pan appeared in the middle of camp, he dropped your unconscious body to the ground without a second thought. Felix walked up to him, awaiting orders.

“Felix I want you to take her to the tent you prepa-”

The sound of a sweet, honey-like voice interrupted him. It wasn’t a song with lyrics, but a humming that was coming from another area of the island. Peter and Felix froze in their spots, leaving you on the ground for a tad bit longer.

“She’s acting up again.” Felix murmured.

“I’ll be back.” Pan said, curiosity and mischief shining in his eyes. “Take the girl to the tent.”

And with that, he disappeared to investigate the mysterious and uninvited humming. However, as smoke enveloped him, he was oblivious to the fact that his boot was just barely touching your body on the ground, but that was enough to allow the smoke to take you with him. As your body disappeared, Felix merely shrugged his shoulders. Pan would find out shortly that you were taken with him, but you were no longer Felix’s problem.

Pan, and unintentionally you too, arrived in a large clearing; a circle of no trees, with bushes and blooming flowers everywhere, a rare sight in Neverland. Once the smoke cleared completely, Pan could see that there was a... you standing in the middle of this clearing. Only it wasn’t you. It was a figure: gray, translucent, and made from smoke. But it was the spitting image of you. It strolled around the clearing, flowers appeared as its hand brushed along the tall grass. It was humming a tune that was unfamiliar to both you and Pan, even though you were still too deep in your sleep to hear it.

Pan’s brows furrowed in confusion as he looked at the ghostly figure. His attention was then diverted from the figure to you as you shifted and hummed in your sleep. The singing stopped as you did, and the figure turned to look at you as well.

“Shit...” Pan mumbled. He was sure that with you and this figure of you together, something was bound to happen. Something he didn’t want. He returned his attention to the copy of you, standing a good twenty feet from the real you, which was still sleeping soundly at his feet. The figure was staring at your body on the ground, mouth agape in surprise. The figure looked up to meet Peter’s eyes, smirking. This copy of you was smart. It knew it had Pan confused, and therefore he was nearly powerless to stop it from getting what it wanted, you. Almost 5 seconds after Pan and the figure locked eyes, it disappeared. Just poof. Gone. Peter still felt it’s presence, however, and noticed the wind shift toward you and him. The grass leaned toward you both, and the wind caressed his face, and played with your hair. Then all was still.

Peter turned to your body on the ground, utterly perplexed. He wasn’t sure what had just occurred between him and the figure, and he felt as if it was trying to tell him something with that smirk.

It wouldn’t just leave, (Y/N) was right there, open. He thought to himself, but his thoughts were cut short when you lurched from your position on the ground, taking in giant gulps of air at a time. As you did, your eyes were wide, and changing colors. Fast. The only ones Peter could catch were blue, green, neon yellow, orange, fuchsia, and then finally your eyes set on purple slightly longer than the others. The cycle of colors in your irises repeated for a mere five seconds as you pulled in a breath before returning to their original (Y/E/C). You were breathing hard, and Pan just stared at you, bewildered, but concealing it well. You couldn’t calm down, you were hyperventilating now. Your breath came in short pants as you looked at your hands. Pan knelt beside you, trying to calm you down, but you felt too off from your normal self to just brush this weird situation aside.

He grabbed your arm, but you were shaking too hard for him to be able to do anything useful. He moved his hands to your face, and breathed in and out slowly. You mimicked his breaths, trying to calm down like he was showing you. No words were exchanged between you two, but you knew he was trying to help. You felt warmer than you had before, with his hands on your face. Just then, as you were still trying to match his breaths, you realized how close his face was to yours, your noses only centimeters apart. His breath mixed with yours, and your cheeks reddened. He pulled away, oblivious to how you were blushing fiercely, and stood to his feet while offering you his hand. You grabbed it, and he pulled you up before teleporting the two of you back to camp with a frown etched onto his face at the events that transpired with the figure.

You reappeared in the middle of camp and Pan called a boy named Felix over, but not before dropping your hand, which you oddly felt disappointed at. After introducing the two of you, he left, claiming he had ‘business to attend to’. Felix turned to you, looked you up and down, and raised a brow.

“When did you wake up?” he asked, somewhat sounding as if he didn’t want an answer, so you decided it was best just not to give one. Instead, you fired back a question of your own.

“Where am I? Your leader forgot to tell me... well... anything.”

“Well,” Felix started, “Welcome to Neverland. Thats the name of this island. And you, my dear-” he paused to–rather harshly–poke you in the chest “-are stuck here."

Your eyes widened, and you became afraid all over again. “Don’t worry, it’s not all bad. Let me show you around.”

Felix explained much about life on Neverland. He introduced you to the lost boys, showed you your tent, gave you some clothes, a cloak, multiple daggers, and was overall very kind. Slightly mysterious and creepy, but kind nonetheless. He told you that training was tomorrow, and that he would wake you up. So without any more delay, you went to your tent. But you didn’t sleep. You couldn’t. How could you? You were torn from your family, knocked out by a cocky boy with weird magic, and woke up to him being somewhat nice to you. You are on an island with savage boys around your age and some younger, and given about 3 daggers to protect yourself with. What would you even have to protect yourself from? Wild bears? This was all so stupid. After many hours, with the hopes of eventual escape, you fell asleep only to have your eyes re-open. The only difference, was that they were purple.

You were you again. You were awake. You were back. You sat up in bed and recalled the past few years.

You were on a savage/thief in the Enchanted Forest. Many had asked for your expertise in killing, so you were technically a mercenary on the side. Just how lucky were you to end up under a curse? Wonderfully lucky. Just exceptionally lucky. You had stayed in Storybrooke for a while, orphaned, as you had no known family. Finally assigned to a pair of parents in a town far away, you were able to escape. Nobody knew how you were able to leave Storybrooke, but you could, and you did. Your new family was great. You loved them, but one day when you woke up something was missing. You felt empty, because unbeknownst to you, a part of you left. Your dormant powers were unused for so long due to the curse, that they decided to separate from you entirely, and resided in Neverland undetected for years, as it was a very magical place. That is until you came, because Pan had kidnapped you. You two weren’t the best of friends, enemies actually. You were the only person that he had ever encountered that could rival him and his powers, and therefore to him you were utterly annoying. Why had he kidnapped you? You didn’t know. Might as well ask the devil himself. So, off to his treehouse you went.

All you could do was wander the forest, as you ultimately had no idea where Pan’s treehouse was. your eyes were still strikingly purple as you cut through leaves and bushed with a tiny dagger. How convenient for Felix to be oblivious to your title, otherwise he would never have given you those daggers. You stopped as your ears perked up; you could hear whispering not far off. You slowed your steps and hid in the shadows of the night, as you followed the whispers that lead to Pan’s treehouse. Who was he talking with? you thought to yourself. The once faint whispers got louder as you arrived. Without making yourself known in any way, you listened as best you could to the conversation.

“You don’t understand, Felix! She’s dangerous!! I don’t care how much you think she’d fit in here. She’s the bloody Maiden!”

“...The what?”

“The Maiden of Many Forms. Otherwise known as just the Maiden. She is incredibly powerful. Her powers are the only ones I’ve ever seen that rival mine.”

‘Damn straight’ you thought, but you kept listening.

“Then what the hell were you thinking telling me to get her a tent? Why not send her to the cages?”

“She doesn’t remember who she is. If anything, she is the bloody opposite of who she was. We need her trust me, but I wasn’t planning on her merging with her powers. I only needed her so I could draw them out. It’s going to be loads harder to steal her magic if she’s remembered who she is.”

That Imp! What’s this about taking my magic? She was slightly outraged, but listened in as the two in treehouse spoke more:

“What’s the plan now?”

“We’d better hope she doesn’t awaken her magic and regain her memories. Matter of fact, you go make sure she’s still in bed, and I’ll get my contacts to check is the curse has been broken in Storybrooke.”

‘As stupid as ever, that one,’ you thought. ‘I only needed the magic of Neverland to regain my memories.’ And with that, you teleported yourself to your tent, hopped in the cot, and pretended to be innocently asleep. If Pan wanted to take her powers, he’d be playing a dangerous game. And what’s the fun of a game if you don’t have a second player? Pan was in for it now.

A/N” YAY finally another part! Sorry I took so long and it’s a little short, I had this unfinished in my drafts for so long, and my break is later than many of yours because I attend a private school. I have tons of projects due soon so I may not have time for another part, but I’ll be working hard (mostly during the night bc why not) to deliver one for you guys; I LOVE this series. I think It’s going to be a long angst-filled ride... buckle up ;)

P.P.S not the best editor, so I Apologize sincerely for any mistakes or typos. please ignore them, hopefully they didn’t ruin the story experience. And i’m praying this story makes sense because I literally had so many jumbled ideas in my head for this chapter/overall outcomes

love you guys<3

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De Nile-Gorgon biography

This is the longest deadcanon post I've ever written, but it needed to exist for easy reference so here it is 💜

Don’t come at me with canon rebuttals to stuff in this because every single thing I have changed is stuff that doesn’t make sense, so I fixed it.

💎=De Nile stuff 🐍=Gorgon stuff 🦇=Info about neither family but still needed to understand other stuff

💎The de Niles were ruling around 1350 B.C. (exact dates on this post). Cleo’s age in the reboot is 3,357, which is what I used for that timeline since it makes the most sense. The coup happens when Cleo’s around 7 years old, they’re rushed into the panic room (Nefera taking her corpse flower with her), and tricked into using the enchanted wraps.

💎I’m guessing Ramses didn’t know enough about the mummification process to be able to tell that kind of enchantment from a protection one, but he trusted his adviser's word, which was a mistake. They were locked in that room while Dedyet is locked in her own, and all of them go into the magical coma.

🦇I should specify now that I headcanon that the human and monster worlds are two different dimensions, but they’re linked by points of contact where you can cross over; there’s one really close to New Salem, which is how Ghouls Rule happened. This is also how stuff like Boo York exists; it’s sort of in the same universal location as New York, but just on the monster side of the coin, if that makes sense.

🦇But it wasn’t always that way; it was a slow separation, which is why you hear so many legends and stories about monsters from ancient times, moreso than now.

💎Ancient Egypt existed at a time before the human and monster universes were separated, and mummies always wake up on the monster side once Osiris decides their sleep is over.

🐍The classical period of Greece was around 480 BC – 323 BC so I assume that’s around when the Gorgon sisters were born. The whole terrible thing with Poseidon happens, and Athena curses Medusa to have snakes for hair and cursed eyes, along with her sisters for daring to stand up for her. All three of them start living on Petros Island by themselves, since they obviously can’t live on the mainland.

🐍Eventually, a thousand years or so pass, and Stheno (the oldest sister) gets restless because that’s who she is. She leaves the island after winning over Medusa’s worries, and finds out that there’s monster communities now and they can have places where they won’t be killed for existing. She returns to the island after about a decade or so of traversing the monster places and avoiding the human ones (since the dimension lines were messy at this point).

🐍When she tells Medusa and Euryale about how the world has changed, Euryale is still adamant about staying on the island cause she loves her privacy, but Medusa starts having second thoughts. Stheno pretty much does nothing but travel now, but she still visits her sisters often. She also has several children, probably around 20-ish by the time Deuce is born, but that’s not for a while, not for another thousand years at least.

🐍Medusa leaves the island at some point as well after making sure that Euryale will be okay by herself. She travels, too, but she does it less for Stheno’s reasons and more to maintain her caravan routine. She takes products made for monsters, common stuff like fang sharpeners, and goes to the human dimension to sell them for jacked-up prices. She thinks humans are suckers and still continues this practice every single summer to this day, using a cloak and a mask as her gimmick.

🐍In 1993 on one of her caravan rounds, Medusa hooks up with some normie she meets in Europe because she’s immortal and bored. Neither of them care to keep a way to contact each other, and they never see each other again. Surprise, she ends up pregnant from this, and while she doesn’t know how to feel about it, she did want to have a kid someday, so she figures now is a good of a time as any. On March 5th 1994, Deuce is born.

🐍Medusa takes care of Deuce while she’s traveling for a short while, but decides she’d rather him have a place to actually call home once he gets old enough to know what that is, so she settles down in New Salem, Massachusetts after hearing good things about its community. There aren’t many gorgons in the world, and she wants her son to grow up somewhere where he won’t feel out of place like she did so often. She still does her caravan trips, but only in the summer while Deuce is out of school so he can go with her and help her.

💎Around 2001 is when the de Niles wake up, including Dedyet. Ramses and the girls are stuck in the tomb for a few years, around 2 or 3; Amanita bloomed in the latter part of that timeframe, and probably wasn’t with the de Niles for more than a few months. They slept for around 3350 years, and Amanita’s blooming cycle is probably around 2-10 years so she just kept doing trial and error until she saw that the others were awake, cause there was nothing else for her to do and no way out.

💎Meanwhile, Dedyet discovers a tunnel to a section of the catacombs in her tomb after searching around for quite a while because she’s a curious person. She pokes around down there for a while and doesn’t even notice that she isn’t ever hungry or tired because the stuff built by the aliens is just so fascinating. She probably goes through a few portals without meaning to, and ends up in the catacombs below New Salem, which is where she gets caught in that beam of cold light. This is where she stays for about a decade, the light preserving her much like the wraps did.

🐍Amanita abandons Ramses, Nefera and Cleo after promising to return for help from the caravan in the distance, but decides to mooch off of the caravan instead, because helping the mummies would just be a lot of trouble. This is obviously Medusa’s, and this leads to an eternal grudge since Amanita straight-up steals from her and then goes back to sleep to avoid responsibility.

💎Eventually, Ramses would have opened the window in the ceiling to be big enough for them to climb out of, and it’s likely that they got help from a passing traveller. It’s probably 2003-ish at this point, and Cleo’s physical age is 9 or 10, since mummies stop aging when they’re asleep and start again once they wake up.

💎The de Niles are taken to the mummy circle, which is a group of all the known mummies in the world (probably about 50 or 60 of them) that meets every so often to discuss their successes. While they’re discussing different places, New Salem gets mentioned offhand, and Ramses probably decides to take it on as a challenge; he wants to prove that he can wrap the city around his thumb, which he does end up doing in a way when he becomes the head of the construction committee at one point.

💎The de Niles move to Massachusetts, and Nefera and Cleo are tutored by Mrs. Yelps. This is how Cleo’s friendship with Ghoulia started, although it was probably a bit more strained back then due to Ramses’s presence. The tutoring continued until about 2006; this is when Nefera convinces her father to let her go to public high school, where she can better “influence the people”. He lets her, and Cleo follows suit in 2009 for her own freshman year.

💜I’ll skip over most of the stuff that happens in Cleo and Deuce’s high school years, including stuff that wasn’t shown on-screen like Cleo and Deuce beginning to date since that topic alone would double the length of this post and this is already ridiculously long.

💎But I WILL mention that 2013 is when Robecca finds Dedyet in the catacombs, and the de Niles finally have their mother back.

💎Sometime after Dedyet returns, she and Ramses get a divorce since their marriage was never one of love to begin with. Dedyet meets Mrs. Yelps at the library she works at, and they get married and run a household full of nerds and also Cleo until she moves out.

#deadcanons #cleo de nile #deuce gorgon #long post -#text heavy -#in case anyone on mobile needs that tagged idk how mobile readmores work fajklfds

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