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Bringing back my old gothgfshipping fankid back from the dead meet Litzy
#pkmn fankids#Gothgfshipping#yes I did just steal her from what’s-ahead#If it’s not common I am half of that blog the other mod was down with it I needed a galar kid and we both knew I wasn’t going to top hee#The other kids will still go towards the oc reboot that I still very rarely share publicly about whoops#Litzy#My art#travel size arc
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Umm hi 👉👈 I realized that most of the asks you guys get are about games and rec lists. You guys deserve so much recognition for the work you put in this blog, so I wanted to ask if I can do a little get-to-know-the-mods thing? If that's okay!
1. Besides writing, what are your hobbies?
2. Do you have a niche interest right now?
3. Any fave songs/artists/bands?
4. Any fave movies/tv shows?
5. On a scale of 1-10, how likely would you survive in your wip's world?
You can totally ignore this if you guys want, no pressure. Anyway, much love to all the interact-if mods! You guys are incredible! ❤
We saw this ask and we went 👀 👀 👀 so we’re happy to answer! Thank you so much for the fun ask!
We also rated our survivability in all of our collective games, since Mars isn't an author! Fun stuff! Spoilers, though: it’s really not looking so great for me (Dani) but that’s fine!!! 😌
1. I’m a photographer as well as a graphic artist (but not like. A painter/drawer kind of artist!) and, on a general level, a maker and a tinkerer!
2. Fountain pens! I only write with ink, and only with fountain pens, and I use bottled inks/converters!
3. I’m pretty eclectic with music, but my top genres are alt rock, indie, indie pop, etc, as well as top 40s and some rap.
4. I feel like this is the hardest one for me to answer? Favorite movies/shows? Avatar: the Last Airbender has been a favorite show of mine since I was a little kid, but I have a harder time thinking of shows I would call a favorite in recent years. There are shows I’ve liked, and a lot of shows I’ve watched. But I’m picky! And demanding! It takes a lot to earn a place in Dani’s Trophy Case of Favorites. 😌 I would say I quite liked A Quite Place (movie), and I liked Us (movie). When it comes to TV shows, I have a hard time being pleased with them if they don’t end well. As a result, I have a penchant for a good limited series/miniseries (because they’re stories that have an end in mind and the plot reflects that, dagnabbit).
5. Heh. Okay.
In The Goodfellows? I think I stand I chance. I can exercise my sparkling wit and lovable personality to the best effect. I’m gonna give myself an 8/10 survivability rating. Even if I don’t have the right skills, I can go crying to the person who does and they’ll save me. Maybe.
In Creatures’ Cradle? I’m super $**!%d. 😌 1/10 survivability rating. And that 1 is me being nice to myself. The day the apocalypse breaks out I would probably be patient 0. I am self-aware. I would not do well in an apocalypse. Zombies care not for aforementioned sparkling wit and lovable personality, and I have all the muscle of a boiled spaghetti noodle. So it’s a no go.
Greater Than Gods (Cruz): Well. I’m going to be optimistic. And say that I have the wisdom not to do things I shouldn’t do and not to rock boats I shouldn’t rock. I’m going to give myself a 7/10 based on insider information, but also based on reckless optimism!
Vardir (Cruz): Cruz says this is a lighthearted game, so 10/10 LOL.
When it Hungers (Roast): I’m giving myself a nice, mediocre 5/10. I think I could put my mind to work here; I joke that I’m the village idiot, but I’m actually pretty smart! Unfortunately, I’m also curious, and maybe a little bad with authorities who won’t answer my questions. So I knocked off a lot of points due to the fact that I’d probably poke the metaphorical bear. So it’s a real coin flip as to whether I’d really make it or not.
Orthall Bay (Nines): Considering the genre is “horror” and the game intro includes the words “monster” and “maim,” I’m giving myself a whooping, enthusiastic 3/10. Yes, folks, I am that confident in myself! Once again, I can’t charm the socks off a monster (or can I?), so one of my greatest weapons is snatched from beneath my feet. Alas!
1. Beloved I’m a college student in the middle of a pandemic... i can hardly even write LOL i do draw at times which u can see in my personal blog (nothing too good really) and i used to do karate before things went to shit <3
2. Nothing niche I believe? All I do is leave Netflix as bg noise every day n play popular videgames (genshin)
3. Porter Robinson <3 I love Bea Miller a lot as well but lately I’ve been feeling Porter a lot
4. The Good Place <3
5. My WIPs:
Greater than Gods: Highly situational, the world GtG is set in is as broad as the real world LOL so I don’t have an universal answer. But keeping it vague, and knowing my own personality, I feel like 5/10. depends on my luck.
Vardir: 10/10 no one dies in Vikgade, unless you’re a hunter but I wouldn’t be a hunter <3
Others’ WIPs
I'm gonna give myself a solid 5/10 in all other WIPs because y'all aren't writing lighthearted stories either. I feel like as long as I avoid the role of the MC I will be mostly fine. I hope. But as Dani said I'm also prone to fight the wrong person and dig my own grave so 😌
1. Well, writing is a very, very, very, distant hobby since Words Hard, but I like to crochet and sculpt a little! Anything to do with fiddling with my hands and I’m good to go. And like, debatable but graphic design is my passion [insert clown emoji here since Tumblr said No]
2. Oh yeah a bunch! DnD yelling at people, thinking of arson, crocheting, rock climbing and simply vibing. I got into podcasts a few years ago and I’m always looking for more recs, so if you have some, hmu 😤
3. Pls,,,,my music taste is,,,so weird do not let me expose myself with lack of consistency but uhh. Current songs that are stuck in my head include; Cult of Dionysus , Achilles Come Down and The Last Shanty
4. If you’ve ever spoken to me before, I probably yelled about Pacific Rim to you or at you. Plus I love all The Mummy films and really enjoyed Castlevania (s3 excluded, we do not perceive that) as well!
5. Ah, mod survival simulator pt. 3
Alright, let’s go! I don’t have a WIP because again, words hard, but like, considering how feral I am when not tryna seem professional hm...
The Goodfellows: I wanna say a solid 7/10 because I’d hardcore vibe with the Traveler and probably instigate so much nonsense. I can also bribe with blueberry cake so maybe.
Creature’s Cradle: maybe a 4/10 and only because of pure spite keeping me alive long enough to smack someone. I’ve prepared for hypothetical zombie apolcapyses and I won’t hesitate to bap, but will be bapped back because I’m weak as hell.
Greater Than Gods: a toss up between 2/10 and 7/10! I can vibe and be chill but I also have terrible impulse control so...
Vardir: hm....I think pretty good survival rates all around? If you ask me to fight then like, okay sure, your knees are mine. So maybe a 8/10?
When it Hungers: .......8/10 just because I’d refuse to die if I can be a cool creature. Living for the aesthetic can and will drag me outta hell. But I’m also clumsy as hell so I’d probably crash as a porcelain or hold a rooster and perish (aka, real rating is a good 3/10)
Orthall Bay: 2/10, nope. Nope I’d be taken out in a heartbeat. Monsters can go pspsps and I’d head straight into the dark creepy forest like a fool if someone comes @ me. Half the time I’ll just assume it’s sfx makeup and vibe until it’s too late.
god, never put me in a universe where I cannot squawk like a bird and throw pebbles from a window. Oof
Anon, you're so sweet! I give you a forehead smoomch <333 As for your questions...
1. If I'm not writing, I'm usually watching video essays on Youtube. My go-to channels as of right now is Disrupt and Aperture! I just really like their videos. Aside from that, I recently got into podcasts. Currently going through Hello From The Hallowoods and Shelter and Warning, which are made by queer creators!
2. Oh oof, there's quite a bit so I'm just gonna put down one thing. For some reason, I really got into collecting tiny astronaut things? I recently bought this astronaut desk light, and I've got a package coming in for the miniatures I ordered. No purpose for them other than I think they're neat <3
3. I'm a bit private with my music taste (even tho I have Spotify connected on Discord lmao), but there's 5 songs that I'm currently obsessed with. I keep replaying them over and over again. Just squeezing all the serotonin I could get outta them.
4. I can't really say I have a fave TV show or movie because I can't really just pick one, but my current fave is 9-1-1 and Resident Alien. 9-1-1 because I just really love the found-family dynamics and how the show tackles sensitive topics, and Resident Alien because it's lighthearted comedy. My all-time fave movie is Flipped! I have the book too and I like rereading from time to time <3
5. You're in for a doozy, anon, because we're rating each other's games <333
The Goodfellows: 7/10
Listen. Shenanigans with the Traveler. I would get up to so many of them and that is what'll get me possibly bodied, not the actual environment itself <3
Greater than Gods: 7/10
I like to think I have enough common sense to uhhh not recklessly flip stones that should not be flipped <3 I'm a cautious and skeptic person irl so I think I'll hold up well? Then again, it's a vast environment change and while I can adapt pretty quick, I wouldn't like the lack of control in the unknown.
Vardir: 10/10
Going off what Cruz said, Vardir is lighthearted and focused on personal growth so I think I'll be okay! Self-growth here I come, babey!
Creatures' Cradle: 8/10
Maybe I'm overestimating myself, but I think I'll be able to survive in a supernatural post-apocalyptic world! Ah, but it depends on the motivation though. I like the idea of rebuilding communities and eventually societies, but the survival turmoil would be a constant battle I'd have to overcome. If we're talking survival itself though, I think I'll do well.
When it Hungers: 8/10
That's probably my wishful thinking but I think I'll be fine. Maybe. Possibly. Don't like the idea of being regulated by an organization so if I was a non-human creature that could pose a problem but I can roll with it <3
Orthall Bay: 6/10
Assuming I'm not playing as MC, my chances of survival uhhh changes quite drastically. Not enough to guarantee an untimely demise, but certainly enough that it would constantly keep me on my toes. I think that's the safest answer I can get without spoiling anything lmao
Thank you so much for asking! It's super sweet of you <3
1. Too many :'D I knit, I sew, I do carpentry (well, learning), I bake, I'm hammering away at HTML and CSS, my job kind of encourages learning new things and I take that to picking up new hobbies!
2. My time is kind of consumed with school work and work work and WIP work so not a lot of time to pursue niche interests right now. I've been watching a lot of horror game playthroughs, true crime youtubers, and an adorable show on Netflix called the Repair Shop <3
3. My taste in music is "what am I vibing with atm?" I've been listening to a lot of 80's music atm (don't @ me), but also Lo Fang and Kaleo, and whatever spotify recommends me on my discover weekly which is usually complete chaos.
4. I love the Mummy even though it hasn't aged 100% well (I'm a librarian, of course it's one of my gotos LOL), Legally Blonde, Leverage, Jumanji (the original), I'm....very bad at having recent tastes... and very bad at remembering my favorites when asked.
5.
The Goodfellows: I'm a creature of comfort, 5/10 if I can just luxuriate in town and not actually interact with the story sfjkdbsdkf
Creature’s Cradle: I'd like to think I have a 50/50 shot XD 5/10, I want to think I'd be decent at a zombie apocalypse but ultimately would suffer an early fate.
Greater Than Gods: 10/10 if I'm just vibing, less so if I'm involved in the actual story XD
Vardir: I'd still suffer without technology but I can also knit for a living in this world so I'm down 8/10
When it Hungers: I feel like I could vibe here, there's tech if dated, hot showers, telephones are around by now... might still get bored. 7/10 though it'd be cool to be another creature....I should make a 'what creature of snv are you' quiz!
Orthall Bay: 7/10 idk I feel like after the first monster of the week I'd just skip town XDDDD I'm the worst protagonist, I see danger I just leave.
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Specifically, any headcanons of the Sodor Engines interacting with the internet, or the internet in general?
For some reason, I’d imagine that podcasts and the like are popular among vehicles in general.
That is a question that I've been working on for some time - because I'm workshopping my own Tornado headcanon (and boy oh boy does she use the internet a lot) - but I have some ideas for the Sodor engines as well:
Henry is probably the most "plugged in" engine on the island, weirdly enough. One of his drivers gave him an iPod back in the early 2000s, and kindly preloaded it with a bunch of torrented music.
BTW, that works because all the engines are now equipped with automatic train warning systems, and the little on-board computer has a USB port - as a nice side effect it allows music players to work with the engines in the same way as bone-conducting headphones do. The computer also acts as some kind of computer interface, which I am not going to explain how that works because Jesus Christ I don’t know how it does either.
Henry has managed to upgrade his iPod a few times since thanks to hand-me-down units from NWR staff, so he eventually got his buffers on a wifi-enabled iPod Touch and now downloads new music from the station wifi. He does listen to podcasts, but as every other engine will tell you, you could show Henry ten thousand new and exciting songs from the best artists in the world, and his top ten played songs are still going to be Genesis, Phil Collins, and Yes. Bear considers it a win that he managed to convince Henry to regularly listen to Rush after a mere twenty years of convincing.
Mavis and Daisy listen to a very interesting program called The News, because as stated elsewhere, they invest a shitload of money and need to be on top of things. Thomas and Percy wish that Daisy would use headphones or something similar to that, instead of listening to Bloomberg TV at loud volumes in the middle of the night. Toby frankly doesn’t mind, as it’s very nice to be kept up-to-date on the outside world.
In a move that surprises no-one, Bill and Ben have a podcast where they talk about whatever they think about at that moment - usually horse-racing, investing, and clay mining. As such, they have a wide audience, almost none of whom know that they’re that Bill and Ben, as their podcast is audio-only.
In an also unsurprising move, Edward and BoCo have been made very much aware that Bill and Ben have a podcast, but are still unsure as to what the hell a podcast is, despite being frequent guests on it.
Of the main line diesels, only Bear has shown any real interest in the internet, and was immediately put in charge of the Amazon Alexa when a unit was installed in the diesel shed. He also has an iPod that he got for Christmas a few years back. (The NWR has a very good personal electronics recycling program called give it to Henry, he’ll make use it.)
Bear does listen to podcasts as well as music, but his choices are so insufferably boring that even Henry refuses to listen to them. (I don’t really listen to podcasts - despite making one - so insert the most boring podcast you can think of here.)
As for other internet uses...
Gordon is very up-to-date on the newest social media trends - somehow - but only really cares when he is involved. He won’t admit it, but he’s been trying to figure out how to work a camera/selfie stick for some time so he can start up his own Instagram account. So far he has been unsuccessful, but one day he will manage it.
James has had an ongoing feud with his own Wikipedia page for about a decade now. The article sourced most of its information about his construction off of some out-of-print book about the L&Y. The book in question is accurate about James’ class, but not James himself - as he was a prototype engine. There’s no other primary sources available, so the very dedicated Wikipedia mod who created the page won’t change it - no matter how much James complains that he was there! He knows what happened!
Every now and again a TTTE fan blog/tumblr will make a post about hypothetical “ships” of the Sodor engines. Most of the time it’s shipping the core characters like Gordon and Henry, much to Gordon’s bafflement and Henry’s amusement!
Only one blog (a ttte fan tumblr by the curious name of @mean-scarlet-deceiver ) has gotten it right. Henry actually reached out to congratulate this blogger, but was unfortunately mistaken for a very dedicated roleplay account.
James is very annoyed by these blogs, as they have never once correctly guessed who he is “shipped” with! He has tried several times to be seen in public with Delta, but these events have never gone as planned - the “best” instance is when Edward rolled by at exactly the wrong moment, leading to months of speculation that JamesxEdward was the ship to look out for!
Thomas, being a generally oblivious sort of engine, was totally unaware of the online fan community around the TV show until he started getting actively harassed by vloggers and Instagrammers in the early 2010s. He’s fine with it now, but it was a deeply unusual experience for most of 2012.
Toby has developed an unexpectedly popular following on social media following his collab with Stormzy. His official twitter is huge now, with over a million followers, even if he has no idea what to do with it. He posts rarely, but usually manages to make an incredible post when he does.
No-one is sure who told Oliver what a “fan-production” is, but if you manage to get ahold of him for any period of time and ask him nicely, he will lend his voice to your TTTE fan-project, so long as it isn’t about [INSERT TERRIBLE SOCIAL/POLITICAL VIEW(S) HERE]. This means that he has 100% voiced dramatic readings of NSFW Fanfics before, which is always an absolute riot to spring on people unannounced.
There is a series of slice-of-life TTTE fanfics on Ao3 that have been written with such accuracy and innate railway knowledge that people are sure it was written by a Sodor engine, but nobody knows which one.
The Culdee Fell Railway has very active Instagram, Twitter and YouTube accounts, with all of the engines and coaches showing up regularly. It’s about the closest any of the railways on Sodor have come to what those outside the UK would call “normal locomotive social media”.
The Skarloey Railway has social media accounts too, but they don’t really feature the engines in any meaningful way, instead being used as a normal service announcements page.
The SR is a real working railway that doesn’t rely on tourism money as much as the others do, so they get a bit of a pass here.
The Arlesdale Railway has Twitter and YouTube, which didn’t usually get a lot of hits until 2020, when Ivan and Amanda Farrier started badgering the staff to make some videos just to alleviate some boredom. So far the most popular videos on the channel are a front-mounted camera video of the entire line slow-tv style, Bert explaining how steam engines work, and a video of Mike complaining about Justin Bieber for a solid half-hour.
That’s about it as far as Sodor goes, but before we’re done, I want to take a moment to talk about Tornado, because I have some fun ideas for her...
First of all, we need to establish that Tornado is very young. Her construction only started in late 90′s, and she was steamed to life in 2000, putting her firmly into the “Zoomer” category. Add in the fact that she was built by a bunch of old men who didn’t really know how to treat a new engine, and she was raised much more like a human than a locomotive - I’ll get to this much more in the proper Tornado Headcanon post, but what this means here is that when social media started being a thing in the mid-to-late 2000′s, the people at the A1 Trust decided that they needed a young person to run things like Twitter, Facebook, and Myspace... and, well, Tornado was the youngest person in the trust by a large margin.
I should state here that in the rest of the world, locomotives are on the internet at roughly the same level as humans are, so there’s plenty of equipment to connect a phone/computer/camera to an engine - being English, the A1 Trust didn’t know how common it was, but they managed to get it up and running just the same.
So Tornado has very quickly become attuned to the internet, just like any other teenager would. (yes, let’s let that settle into our minds for a moment - Tornado is barely old enough to drink in the US!) Quite naturally that means that she knows social media inside and out, and is actually quite a proficient social media manager for the trust, managing all of their social pages. More than one person who has complained about the trust on twitter has unknowingly been complaining to Tornado herself!
“On the internet, nobody knows that you’re a dog Engine”.
Tornado has her own personal social media accounts too, but most/all of the time she gets mistaken for a very dedicated role-player, as the general perception of British Locomotives is that they don’t tweet. This has resulted in some amazing reactions from podcast hosts (because, as you might expect, Tornado is very knowledgeable about steam traction in the 21st century, and tweets about it often, so train podcasts want to talk to her) when she gets invited onto video calls, turns on her webcam, and is met with screams from people who suddenly realize that her profile picture is accurate.
By far the best instance of this is when she was invited onto a video call with a railfan podcast. She was at the NRM at the time and managed to convince them to let her use their Skype setup. A wide-angle lens was needed because she was on the turntable in the Great Hall, so that podcast quickly got sidetracked when her webcam was turned on and revealed Tornado, with Mallard, Evening Star, City of Truro, and Green Arrow visible behind her. Whatever the original topic was quickly got thrown out in favor of a 2-hour Q&A with some of the most famous engines in the UK.
#ask response#the internet#ttte thomas#ttte toby#ttte bill and ben#ttte gordon#ttte daisy#ttte mavis#ttte henry#ttte bear#ttte oliver#tornado#nrm#trains using the internet#ttte#sodor#sodor shenangians#the formatting on this one is super fucked up and i can't figure out how to fix it - sorry
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Vacation
This is my entry for the @sandersidesbigbang! I had a lot of fun participating 🥰 Thanks to all the mods for organizing this! Also huge thanks to @just-a-pintrovert & @5-falsehoods-phonated for beta reading 💙 There is also some artwork also from @just-a-pintrovert here! They did a fantastic job and I highly recommend you check out her blog! And now, enjoy!
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Characters: Patton, Virgil, Roman, Janus, Logan, Remus
Relationships: platonic Intrulogical, platonic Prinmoxiety, platonic Moceit
Rating: T
Words: 12,502
Summary: Logan doesn't show up for breakfast one morning, leaving behind a letter declaring he's going on vacation. Unsure of its authenticity, Roman, Patton and Virgil go to look for him on Remus' side of the Imagination with a certain snake as their guide.
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It started out like any other day. Patton entered the kitchen around 7 in the morning to prepare breakfast. Logan should join him soon, then Roman around an hour later and Virgil after that. When exactly was hard to say, the anxious side’s sleep schedule was the most inconsistent, but most of the time he was up last. Today Patton wanted to make an extra special breakfast since their discussion the day before had gotten a bit out of hand and nobody walked away from it happy. He just hoped all his kiddos would show up.
Half an hour later that fear proves to be warranted. Logan still hasn’t come down. Patton had even checked the coffee machine to make sure he hadn’t missed him. But it was still as clean as he had left it yesterday. Nervously his eyes flicker from the stove to the clock and over to the stairs before he focuses on making breakfast again, but his eyes would stray every few seconds.
Five minutes later he finally hears movement upstairs. Logan probably had been exhausted yesterday and stayed in bed a bit longer than usual. Someone was coming down the stairs now and Patton turns around with a big smile, expecting Logan but coming across Virgil instead.
“Oh,” Patton says, his smile slipping. But he immediately catches the insecure look on Virgil’s face at his reaction. “Sorry, kiddo,” he laughs, trying his best to seem cheerful. “I thought you were Logan, but I’m happy to see you, too! It’s quite early for you though. Did you not sleep well?” Now that he takes a closer look, Patton can see the tiredness on Virgil’s face, who gives him a weak smile.
“Morning, popstar. I just woke up and couldn’t get back to sleep so I figured might as well get up, y’know?” He moves over to the coffee machine, looking at it confused for a few seconds before he seems to realize what else Patton had said. “Logan wasn’t here yet?”
“I don’t think so,” Patton shakes his head, his eyes now fixed on the stove so that Virgil doesn’t see the concern across his face. “I’m sorry there’s no coffee, you know I’m no good at making some.” He tries to play it off as a joke with a laugh but even he knows it’s not convincing. Virgil hovers at the coffee machine, unsure of what to do, how to comfort Patton. Instead, he moves to make the coffee himself and trying to cheer the other up with words.
“It’s fine, Pat. I can do it and I’m sure Lo’s gonna come down soon. We all had a lot to think about yesterday… Maybe he just needs some more time to think it through again this morning. But you know how he is, he’ll come down and act like it was nothing later. You’ll see.” At the end of his little ramble, the machine is in the process of brewing and Virgil gives Patton a short hug before moving to set the table.
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Patton mumbles, more to himself than to Virgil and continues to work on breakfast.
Around 20 minutes later, Roman arrives, a lot more energized than Virgil had been. “What a wondrous morrow! ‘Tis a day to sing and dance, I say!” Both Patton and Virgil chuckle at his boasting.
“Good morning to you too, Roman,” Patton greets as he pulls him into a loose hug before going back to distribute their breakfast onto the plates Virgil had sat out.
“I’m surprised to see you arrive before me, Doom-and-Gloom,” Roman says to Virgil while preparing his own mug of coffee. The other had taken seat on the counter after finishing his part of breakfast preparations and watched Patton work the rest of the time while slowly nursing his coffee (I say slowly but he is already working on his second mug). Virgil just shrugs.
“Couldn’t get back to sleep.” Roman hums in acknowledgment and then silence falls over the kitchen, only Patton scurrying around is heard. Not long however before Patton cheerfully announces: “Breakfast is ready!”
“Wonderful!” Roman exclaims loudly. “What a marvelous feast you prepared for us, padre!” Patton giggles.
“Thank you for the compliment, my prince.”
“My, of course! What kind of ruler would I be if I couldn’t appreciate my subjects!”
“A pretty standard one,” Virgil adds with a small smile. Roman huffs.
“Only more proof that I am exceptional.”
“That you are, Roman,” Patton laughs, but he sobers up suddenly, now looking worried again.
“What’s wrong, padre? Tell me your worries and I shall strike them down with my sword!” Roman proclaims loudly in hopes of banning that expression from Patton’s face. The other gives him a small smile before looking over to the stairs.
“Logan still hasn’t come down. I’m sure it’s nothing, but I’m worried,” he explains. Roman quickly looks towards the stairs as well, this is the first he’s heard of their nerd not arriving this morning. It wasn’t unusual for Logan to go back upstairs after having his first cup of coffee, opting to get a bit more work done before the rest of them get up. But not coming down at all was rare. A glance towards Virgil shows him that the anxious side is worrying his bottom lip, eyeshadow a bit darker than normal. Roman places both his hands on Patton’s shoulders in a reaffirming grip and smiles at him.
“I’m sure our nerd just got lost in a book or something. I shall go fetch him at once.”
“Thank you,” Patton says with a small smile that Roman returns before he heads back up the stairs. Logan’s room was the one furthest away from the common area. He’d always reasoned that he didn’t want any of the noise to travel to his door and Roman could see his point. Logan was the only one of them that stuck to a regulated sleep schedule and was often the first one to retire back upstairs. And sometimes Patton, Virgil and himself could forget to be quiet afterwards so choosing the longer distance was reasonable. Roman finally arrives at the door to the logical side’s room and was about to knock when something catches his eye. Rather it is hard to overlook. Taped to the door is a thin, dark blue folder that stands out against the light brown wood of the door. On the front ‘To Patton, Roman and Virgil’ is written. With furrowed brows, Roman pulls the folder off the door and opens it, scanning the first page before hurrying back downstairs.
“Guys!” he calls out, halfway down the stairs, apparently interrupting a conversation between the left-behind sides. They don’t look bothered by it however but rather concerned at his sudden re-entrance without the side he was supposed to get.
“What’s wrong?” Patton asks, voice rising in concern. Roman just hands them the folder. Virgil takes it since Patton seems to be shaking from the nerves and flips it open. The first page was a simple, printed letter that read:
Good morning fellow sides.
After the conclusion of yesterday’s discussion, I have decided to finally
follow through with something I had planned for a while now:
I am going on vacation.
In the last few months, following Janus’ acceptance and further involvement
in our daily lives, the tension in our group has been rising and I must say,
it figuratively suffocates me. Any attempts to resolve said tension has been
disapproved of and you continue to disregard my contributions to various
problems. I cannot work in this environment any longer. I have finished
Thomas’ schedule for the next two weeks. I did my best to consider your
and Janus’ previously given advice to ensure that it covers selfcare and
productivity. If you want to make changes, go ahead but do not complain
to me if it does not work out as you hoped. I have done my part now. I am
not sure when I will return but I should not be gone longer than those two
weeks. Do not summon me unless it is a life-or-death situation. I have
prepared a place to stay and I am being provided for. I will continue to keep
an eye on Thomas regardless but I do not see any need to appear in person.
I wish you a pleasant time,
Logan Logic Sanders
Silence hung over the three for a few moments.
“You think he’s pranking us?” Patton finally askes. Roman hums in consideration but Virgil scoffs.
“Since when is Logan a prankster?” He pulls out the other sheets of paper from the folder. “These are definitely from him; I doubt even Deceit could fake them so accurately.” Truly, the schedule was color-coded and formatted in a manner that was very familiar. Roman pulls the papers out of Virgil’s grasp. He quickly scans it and whistles appreciatively.
“This really is his best one yet, I must say.”
“Where do you think he went?” Patton askes, his gaze fixed on the stairs. “He wrote he’s being provided for but what does that even mean?” The other two could immediately tell how worried he was. They exchange a quick glance and Roman puts a hand on Pat’s shoulder.
“Well, there aren’t many places he could be... Him staying here in the mindscape would defeat the purpose of going on vacation. He could have gone to the dark side but I doubt that, it felt like he’s avoiding Deceit as well and if he’s in the imagination, I should be able to tell but I can’t feel him there...”
“Where did you find this anyway?” Virgil askes and holds up the folder.
“It was taped to his door.”
“So you didn’t actually check his room, right?” Roman brightens.
“I did not! Great idea, Hot Topic. Let’s go!” He runs back upstairs.
“How does he have so much energy in the morning?” Virgil groans but he follows after him, Patton in tow. When they arrive upstairs, Logan’s door is wide open and Roman could be heard humming inside. Virgil immediately pales.
“Princey, what the fu-” He glances at Patton. “-frick are you doing?” he hisses, not crossing the threshold. Roman, who was currently going through the papers on Logan’s desk, shoots him a look.
“Searching for clues, like you suggested.”
“I never said that!”
“You said to check his room!”
“I meant knock to see if he’s in here, not waltz in and go through his stuff!”
“Why are you whisper-hissing? Logan’s not here, I already checked his bathroom, closet and under the bed.”
“Why would you-? Ugh, never mind,” Virgil groans and does cautiously enter the room, followed by Patton who looks around curiously.
“I haven’t really been in here for ages!” he gasps. Virgil furrows his brows.
“You go to his room all the time though?”
“Yeah, sure, to check on him. He doesn’t really invite me in though and I don’t wanna pry...” He takes another look around, this time more apprehensively. “It feels kinda wrong to be in here. Without his permission, I mean.”
“That’s what I’m saying!” Virgil exclaims, biting at a nail nervously. “C’mon, we verified he’s not here, let’s go.”
“Verified? Boy, the nerd’s room’s already getting to you, huh?” Roman scoffs and lays back a few papers he doesn’t find interesting. “And we haven’t found any clues yet, leaving would be a waste.”
“Roman, we are not here to snoop through Logan’s stuff. We just wanted to confirm that he is not here.” Patton scolds, both he and Virgil are already back by the door. Roman rolls his eyes.
“Hold on, I’m almost done. How is it that I’m the one who’s been in here the longest but I’m the least affected by the room?” he mumbles a bit loudly to not be intentional while checking around the desk.
“No, Sherlock Homeinvader, we’re leaving,” Virgil insists, presses the folder he was still holding on to in Patton’s hands and goes over to him to drag him back himself as Roman dramatically gasps.
“What do we have here?” he asks even more dramatically and bends down, grabbing something out of what appears to be Logan’s trash can. Virgil nose wrinkles.
“Disgusting, dude.”
“Relax, it’s just a bunch of paper. Well, paper and this!” He holds up a container. A very familiar container. Pickled Poo Logs, Remus’ favored snack. Easily recognizable by his face at the top, though there are dicks doodled over the rest of the label. Virgil immediately snatches it out of his hand.
“Remus was here?” Patton hesitantly comes over to take a look himself. “Maybe Logan was just curious about it? He gets like that sometimes, you know?” His nervous tone sabotages his attempt at lightening the mood, especially since he doesn’t sound convincing, even to himself.
“With dicks drawn all over it? No, Nerdy Wolverine would have asked for a clean one,” Roman comments and turns the case over in his hands, inspecting it.
“You think Remus kidnapped him?” Virgil asks, panicked.
“Considering the folder, unlikely. Oh, there’s the room’s effect!” Roman hums, pleased. “No, it is unlikely that Logan left involuntarily but he may have been tricked. Remus is an idiot but he’s not totally stupid. And he kind of fixated on our braincell after his introductory video.”
“What has Remus done now?” calls an exasperated voice from the door. All three of them spin around to see Janus leaning against the doorframe, inspecting his gloved fingers with a small smirk on his lips. Virgil growls at him immediately and Janus rolls his eyes in response. “Oh, yes, please do keep acting like a guard dog, Virgil, it is so becoming of you.” Before he could snap back, Patton lays a hand on Virgil’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him. He continues glaring but falls silent.
“Hello Janus, what brings you here?” Patton asks, trying to sound cheerful but even to Roman and Virgil it sounds forced. It doesn’t fool Janus for even a second.
“I went to the kitchen to make my morning cup of tea and no one else was there as usual so I decided to come up here for no reason at all.” His smirk stays however he seems to eye Patton very carefully who laughs nervously in response.
“Oh, sorry about that. We didn’t mean to worry you.”
“Oh, I wasn’t worried, merely… curious. You lot seldomly break your morning routine, especially Logan, so seeing him in particular absent from this group despite us being all gathered here in his room, I do wonder what is going on. Care to enlighten me?”
“We don’t care to. This is none of your business, leave Deceit!” Virgil practically spits. Janus tuts and shakes his head.
“On the contrary, dear Virgil, if this does indeed involve Remus, it is entirely my business. He has been acknowledged by Thomas, not accepted. It is still a part of my duty to reign him in from time to time. To make sure he does not hurt Thomas’ mental health excessively.”
“Oh yeah, you did a great job of that before the wedding,” Roman scoffs. Janus glares at him.
“In that instance I let him looser than normal precisely to protect Thomas’ mental health in the long run. He was pushing himself too much, acknowledging Remus’ presence was supposed to help him clear his head a little,” he hisses and Virgil snorts.
“That worked out so well.”
“Sssssshhut up!”
“Kiddos! Please, let’s not fight, we have more pressing things to deal with right now!” Virgil and Roman grumble but don’t interject. Janus looks defensive, still glaring at the two of them. “Logan is missing,” Patton continues. “He left us this note but it’s so unlike him, we aren’t sure if we should trust it. While we checked his room, Roman found one of Remus’ deodorants, so we suspect he might be involved somehow.” Apparently deciding to abandon his staring match with Virgil, Janus walks over to Patton and lays a hand on his shoulder.
“I understand the situation. Could I look at the note and the deodorant, please?”
“Oh, sure,” Patton says with a light blush and hands over the folder. Janus quietly thanks him before thumbing through the pages. The letter he looks at last.
“Ah, yes. I did indeed warn him about his habit to overwork himself a few times recently. If he is taking a break, then I am more inclined to let him do so.”
“We don’t want to stop him from taking a break!” Patton hastily clarifies. “We’re just worried about the how. We don’t know where he is or what he’s doing. And if Remus is involved, I don’t know how much of a break he is really getting…” He trails off at the end, staring at his feet. Janus hums and quickly walks over to Roman to pluck the deodorant out of his hands.
“Hey!” The prince protests, but Janus doesn’t pay him any mind. Instead, he looks over the case in his hand. Once he was finished, he drops it back into Roman’s hands who squawks at him offendedly.
“From recent conversations, it did seem like Remus was getting rather attached to Logan and I don’t think they have a bad relationship. It might very well be that Logan asked the Duke for his help in this matter.”
“As if,” Virgil pouts, though he doesn’t sound entirely convinced of that himself. Janus ignores him.
“But if you feel like you need to check then I do have an idea where to look.” Patton beams at him.
“Really? Could you take us? Right now??”
“No way am I going anywhere with that snake!” Roman yells. “He might just be leading us into a trap!” Janus gives him an unimpressed look.
“And why would I do that? My job is to make sure Thomas’ mental health is in good shape. Getting all of you injured, or whatever you imagine I would want to do to you, would be nothing but counterproductive.”
“Like I believe that!”
“Regardless,” Janus says to brush off Roman’s protest who in turn only seems to get angrier, “I am afraid you do not have much of a choice. If the two are where I think they are, then you have no chance of getting there without a guide.”
“I can navigate Remus’ side of the Imagination just as well as my own, I do not need your help, Jack the Fibber!”
“I do not doubt that my prince. However, that place in particular is designed to keep unwanted visitors out. I doubt you would even find it, not to mention getting inside.”
“And what place would that be?” Virgil hisses before Roman can start yelling again.
“The library.”
“Remus… has a library?” Patton asks, doubt clear in his voice.
“No, he doesn’t. The fact that you do not know about it just proves my point. It is one of the most fortified buildings Remus has ever created. The layout constantly changes, there are traps and monsters roaming the halls.”
“If the layout changes, then why do you think you could take us there?” Patton interjects.
“Because there is one path that leads to the actual library within, and I mean only one path. Make one wrong turn or otherwise go off course and you will not find your way out easily. I got lost only once and I do not recommend it.”
“And why should we believe you?” Roman challenges, head raised high. Janus seems amused by his stubborn antagonism.
“I do not care if you believe me or not. You are the ones that want to check on Logan. I am only offering to take you since I had planned to go there soon anyway. And I need to see what Remus is doing from time to time. You can come along or not, it is totally. Up. To. You.” Janus emphasizes the last words by poking Roman lightly in the chest after each syllable, all the while smirking up at him. Roman continues to glare but he couldn’t quite repress the slight flush of his cheeks at Janus’ proximity. The snakelike side laughs lightly before making his way back to the door.
“I will leave after breakfast. You do what you think is right,” he calls over his shoulder before disappearing back down the hallway, leaving the others in silence.
“He has got to be tricking us, right?” Virgil growls after a few seconds. Roman nods in agreement but Patton looks thoughtful.
“I don’t think so. He has no reason to.”
“He’s Deceit, Patton. It’s all he knows.”
“Look, I know you both had your differences with him and I’m still adjusting too, but Janus is an integral part of Thomas, we cannot deny that anymore. I am sure he does not want anything truly bad to happen to any of us, so if this is a trick then it is probably only a small prank.” Virgil and Roman share a look of disbelief but Patton doesn’t stop there. “And besides, what other options do we have? Sit around and hope that Logan is truly okay? Or comb through Remus’ side on our own? Your powers barely work over there Roman, and the place is not small, right?”
“Right,” Roman admits with a sigh after a few seconds of silence. “And I am worried about Nerdy Wolverine, if we don’t do anything about this, I will go stir crazy, so I guess I can try and trust that snake for a bit.”
“Thank you, Ro!” Patton pulls him into a hug, beaming. Roman chuckles and pats his back.
“Yeah, yeah, anything for you, padre.” He turns to Virgil. “Are you going to come along?”
“…Fine,” Virgil grumbles, still clearly unhappy about the situation. “But if it turns out that he’s up to something, I am totally going to tell you ‘I told you so’.” Roman rolls his eyes.
“Sure, whatever makes you happy, Emo Nightmare.”
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The track through Remus’ side of the Imagination hadn’t been pleasant. The atmosphere was tense and Patton’s attempts to lighten the mood didn’t cheer anyone up. Roman and Virgil did their best to ignore Janus and the deceitful side himself accepted their stubbornness quietly. Only Patton really talked, though even he gave up after a while. Thankfully, they didn’t come across any of Remus’ monsters but the landscape they had to track through was nightmarish enough and won’t be discussed here. Now they stood before their apparent goal.
“This… is it?” Roman asks, doubtfully. The building in front of them is a rather cliché-looking mansion from horror games. It is a wide, stone structure with two floors that seems to have high ceilings. It’s dark and intimidating looking though on closer inspection, the construction style seems to change randomly. A different kind of stone here, another window frame there. Apparently, Remus stitched together different buildings and haphazardly added details wherever it pleased him. For example, the house of Jack Skellington from Nightmare Before Christmas is sticking out of the roof, completely intact but just… there.
What stands out most though, is the glass dome further back on the building. Not because it is the most impressive but because it’s the only thing that is illuminated, emitting a soft yellow glow. All the other windows are pitch black.
“Not satisfied, Roman?” Janus smirks.
“Well, yes. I expected more from my brother’s so-called masterpiece!”
“I definitely called it his masterpiece,” Janus says as he rolls his eyes. “And the interior is the more impressive part. The exterior Remus changes every so often when he gets new inspiration. I think the last remodeling came after Thomas researched that giant lady and the game she’s in.”
“You mean the one you stole your skirt look from?” Virgil smiles, mischievously.
“Yes, because my look wasn’t almost finished by the time Thomas found out about her!” Janus hisses at him with a glare. Virgil shows him his tongue.
“Kiddos, please stop. We’re here for Logan, let’s concentrate!” Patton tries to encourage teamwork but again is not really successful.
“Ugh, fine,” Virgil scoffs and glares at Janus one last time before turning back to the building in front of them.
“Let’s just get this over with. Remus’ side always gives me chills,” Roman complains.
“Very well.” Janus adjusts his gloves before clearing his throat. “Once we enter, as I haven’t told you before, there is one path we need to follow, so I need you to listen to my instructions carefully and let me take the lead. I know it’s very hard for you to go along with other people’s plan but trust me on this one, Roman.” He grins over at the prince whose face is turning red in anger. Before he can explode, Patton steps in.
“No provocation from you either, Janus! If we have to rely on you as you say, then make an effort to be reliable in return!” He leans close to Janus and pouts, giving him his best I’m-disappointed-in-you-and-I-know-you-can-do-better look.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop as well.” Janus waves him off. “The instructions can be stupidly specific sometimes, at one point we will have to stick to one side of a corridor, for example, but there will also be traps, distractions and monsters. Though – and make sure to remember that – nothing truly dangerous can access the path. So even if something comes charging at us, I need you to stay calm and not run around like headless chickens. I will not save you from your own stupid decisions.”
“Oh yes, so trustworthy. Thank you greatly for your generosity.” Roman rolls his eyes and Patton shots him a slight glare, making him huff but refrain from further comments. Janus ignores him completely.
“Our goal is the dome and usually it should take not over half an hour to arrive there.” Now Roman looks sceptic for a different reason.
“If we just need to get to the dome then can’t we just climb the building and get in from the roof?”
“Oh yes, what a great plan, I can’t believe I have never thought of that before!” Janus exclaims, hand on his heart but quickly drops the act. “The interior and exterior aren’t connected like that. Since Remus shifts the inside around as much, no window or door – other than the main entrance – connect to a specific room. It will just drop you randomly somewhere in the mansion. And as I’ve stated before, that is not something you want to happen. So no, we can’t do this like a heist movie.” Roman looks angry again but doesn’t comment. Patton pats him on the shoulder (which only seems to sour his mood more) before addressing Janus.
“Alright, we will follow your lead.” he says with a smile. Janus nods at him stiffly before moving towards the front door without another word, the others following behind him with tense expressions (though Patton tries, and fails, to hide his).
The door to the mansion is made of a heavy, red wood that Janus pushes open without hesitation. Behind it lies… a rather normal looking entrance hall. There is a long carpet that leads to the grand staircase in the middle of the room. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling and the decoration is tasteful. Or rather, it used to be. As impressive as the hall is, it is rotting away. There’s dust everywhere, as well as spiderwebs and the air is thick and unpleasant.
“This place has so much potential if my brother bothered to take care of it,” Roman huffs as he looks around. Janus doesn’t respond but instead gives more instructions.
“Follow behind me in a line. And please do walk next to each other, that wouldn’t be risky at all.” After saying that, he moves toward the back of the hall, left of the staircase where a door is situated. “Behind here is where the dangerous path starts. Be. Very. Careful,” Janus stresses, looking back at the others who had followed him.
“Will do!” Patton responds, with faux cheerfulness. Roman and Virgil sigh but they do line up. Their marching order is Janus, Patton, Virgil and Roman in the back. The first few hallways and rooms they pass aren’t all that bad. They have a few disgusting gimmicks – bleeding walls, gooey carpets, a mirror that insults you when you stand before it – but nothing too severe. The first truly shocking room (though it really should have been expected, in hindsight) they come across is…
“Is this the playroom from Fifty Shades of Grey?” Virgil asks after they all simply stared at the contents of the room for a few moments.
“Thomas hasn’t even seen that movie!” Roman exclaims, very red in the face. He is also holding Patton’s glasses to protect his purity while Virgil holds his hand while he is effectively blind. Janus shrugs his shoulders.
“The scene has been referenced in enough videos and interviews that we have a basic understanding of what happened in it. And that might have been where Remus got the idea from, but he definitely modified it to be more to his taste. It is a room for BDSM though.”
“How… How do you know that?” Roman asks, still very much embarrassed.
“… Just be grateful that there are no people in here today,” is all Janus is willing to admit before heading towards the door that allows them to continue. The corridor behind it is dimly lit and a few lights even flicker. Janus leads them on confidently, the others follow him back in line and with Patton’s glasses returned to their owner. However, the creepy feeling of the hallway has Patton continue to cling onto Virgil’s hand, who is the side of the group most comfortable with horror. Roman has one hand on his sheathed sword – that he had strapped to his side before they entered Remus’ side of the imagination – and the other has a tight grip on Virgil’s hoodie. The anxious side isn’t very happy about how the two clinging to him limits his movement, but he can understand their worries, so he lets it slide.
“Did you hear that?” Patton squeaks out and for a moment Virgil doesn’t know what he means before a thump echoes down the hallway. They freeze, bringing Roman to a stop behind them.
“What’s wro- “
“Shhhhhh!” The rumbling becomes louder and now Janus notices that they had stopped following. He, unlike Roman can guess as to why so he just waits ahead in slight annoyance. He had warned them before entering, he won’t tell them again. By now Roman had caught on and he grips the sword tightly, ready to draw.
Ahead of them, a monster comes around the corner. It has the body of a gorilla and walks on all fours, but its head is that of a snake and a pair of wings grow from its back. That would have been enough to scare Patton, maybe even Roman, but the most noticeable and gruesome attribute of the monster were its injuries. Maybe it was supposed to be a kind of zombie, since there are large chunks of flesh missing from its gorilla body, other patches lacked fur and again others ooze a liquid that may have been blood if it wasn’t so obviously sticky.
The snake head isn’t fairing much better. It misses some scales and there are a few black spots that might have been burn marks. One of the wings seems undamaged though its partner looks all the worse for it. There are hardly any feathers left and the bones that are now left exposed seem broken in a few places and hang limply in a way that looks very, very wrong.
The monster spots them easily, makes a noise that sounds vaguely like a mix of a hiss and a roar and charges at them. Roman curses quietly and quickly pushes Virgil and Patton behind him. Janus looks unbothered, he is leaning against the wall and waits for it to be over. The monster gains more and more speed (considering the length of the corridor, it doesn’t make sense how long the charge takes), sprinting at them, until – oh so suddenly – it collides with something and crashes to the ground. Roman, Virgil and Patton stare at it with open mouths.
“I told you: as long as we stick to the path, nothing can hurt us,” Janus explains nonchalantly before resuming his way down the corridor, towards the beast that twitches on the ground. The others stare at it a moment longer before they hurry after Janus.
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The next few corridors and rooms were not all that difficult. One hallway was filled with spike traps that they had to avoid, and they passed three different torture rooms, all with different equipment. Janus explained that Remus liked to separate them by era and country, so he had, for example, one room filled with torture instruments used in the witch hunts in Germany from 1550 to 1650. And while they weren’t nice to look at, the rooms were empty and so it was left to their own imaginations as to how the instruments might have been used.
The next impactful incident happens in a corridor with a ceiling that falls down and crushes everyone beneath it. To avoid it, Janus told them to stick as close to the right wall of the hallway as possible. Their pace is significantly slower this way but none of them wanted to be squished so they carefully set one foot in front of the other.
“We’re almost there,” Janus calls to the others. The passage isn’t all that long but with the literally looming threat, it sure feels like it.
“Pat, you’re not stepping right,” Virgil hisses and pulls him more to the side.
“Sorry!” the moral side squeaked. “I think my glasses are smudged a bit. It makes it hard to see.”
“Oh, sorry, padre. That might have been me when I held them for you,” Roman apologizes.
“It’s alright, kiddo. I do it myself all the time.”
“Well, better clean them before one of your feet get crushed. Everyone stop!” Virgil commands and though he seems annoyed, Janus complies. Patton gives them an apologetic smile before taking his glasses off to wipe them clean with his shirt as best as he can.
Unable to hold still, Roman shuffles a bit on the ground and that’s when he makes a mistake. One of his feet lands too far away and a click comes from the ceiling. With a whoosh and a bang, part of the ceiling comes down. Virgil startles so bad that he lunges forward a bit, upsetting Patton’s balance and sending him to the floor, taking Janus with him. Thankfully, they don’t trigger another trap, but Patton’s glasses fall to the ground and skitter down the hallway.
“Are you alright?” Virgil asks, frantically, moving to help Patton up.
“I’m fine, but my glasses…”
“Do not worry, I will get them back for you!” Roman proclaims before starting to climb over Virgil and Patton still on the floor to get to the front.
“Watch it, Prince Douche!”
“I am, Emo Bitch!”
“Language!”
Roman manages to get past both of them and Janus before the latter grips his arm to stop him.
“Don’t!” he hisses. Roman eyes him skeptically.
“And why not, oh Great Deceiver?” he mocks.
“Because we need to make a right here! The glasses are off the path!” Understanding blooms on Roman’s face and he looks back towards the glasses, a few feet away from the crossing they need to take.
“I can’t just grab them real quick and come back?”
“No. Once you’re off the path you can’t just turn around. I doubt you’ll even be able to still see us then.”
“It’s okay,” Patton calls from the back. He and Virgil are back on their feet. “I have a spare pair in my room, if you guide me, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
“Again, I’m so sorry, Padre.”
“Please stop apologizing, it’s really fine, promise!” Patton smiles but his eyes are obviously not focusing on Roman and it’s apparent just how little he can see like this.
“Well, if you’re sure,” Virgil mumbles and leads him forward and into the crossing where they are safe from more falling ceilings.
“It’s not fine,” Janus suddenly speaks up. All eyes turn to him (or where Patton thinks he is). “We’re almost at the library but Remus, as charming as he is, of course made the last stretch the most annoying. Most of the time it’s a ladder we will need to climb with traps all over them to try and get you to fall over and over and over again. I can warn you about the ones I spot but if Patton can’t see them himself, he won’t be able to avoid them properly. We need to get his glasses somehow…”
The three with working eyes pondered for a bit before Roman speaks up.
“I think Virgil might be able to reach if he lays on the ground…”
“Why me?!”
“You’re the tallest.”
“By a few inches at best!”
“Well, those few inches might just be what we need here,” Janus chimes in and Virgil glares at him.
“C’mon, Beetlejuice, you want to get out of here, right? And we can’t leave Patton behind.”
“Really, kiddos, it’s fine! I’ll manage… somehow.”
“Yes, keep saying that, it’s sooo helpful!”
“Don’t take it out on him!”
“Just stop it!” Roman yells over the chaos. “Virgil please. I’ll hold on to your foot, it’ll be fine!” Virgil eyes him for a moment before he sighs.
“Fine but you use that,” he taps against Roman’s sash, “to secure my foot. I don’t trust your milky hands.”
“Milky?!”
“Ugh, just do it!” Janus groans and is met with two glares for his effort but both Roman and Virgil get to work. With the red band firmly bound around Virgil’s shoe and Roman’s hand, the former carefully lies on the floor. Just as he is about to start robbing over to the glasses, a door down the hallway opens and a figure emerges. Virgil stares at it in disbelief.
“Why Pyramid Head?!” Indeed, the creature now slowly making its way toward them, knife dragging across the floor, was the iconic monster from Silent Hill 2. Janus is the first to regain his composure.
“At least he’s slow! Quickly grab the glasses before he gets over there!”
“Easy for you to say- “
“Stop arguing, please,” Patton begs from his position against the wall of the next corridor they would traverse. Virgil grumbles under his breath but makes his way forward. And so does Pyramid Head.
It’s like watching a (very slow) head-to-head race toward the finish line. Robbing forward on his stomach, Virgil is about as fast as Pyramid Head’s walking speed. Inch by inch, Virgil gets closer to the reach of the gigantic knife still dragging along the floor. The creature doesn’t even need to get to him, just close enough to swing its weapon.
Virgil’s ankle leaves the path as he gets close enough to try and reach the glasses. And if Pyramid Head used its blade right now, it might have a chance to hit but still it moves forward, into a position where it is more likely to strike true.
Virgil’s fingertips hit the frame. Just a little bit more. Half of his foot is still within the barrier. Roman has a firm grip on the sash. Virgil’s hand closes around the glasses and Pyramid Head raises his knife to swing down.
“Got them!”
“Janus! Help me pull him back!” Roman calls as he holds Virgil’s shoe with his tied-up hand and places the other on his ankle. Immediately, the other is beside him, grabs onto his arms and pulls. And not a second too late. The knife lands where Virgil’s head had been moments before, and Roman and Janus fall onto their asses while Virgil is trying to catch his breath and to not go into a full-blown anxiety attack.
“What happened?? Are you okay?” Patton calls over, worriedly.
Roman lets out a breathless, unbelieving laugh and collapses onto his back, the adrenaline rushing through him. Which turned out to be good because as soon as his head hits the ground, a click comes from the ceiling once again.
“Shit-!” Quickly Roman rolls to the side before his head is flattened by the trap. He must’ve moved within its range by an inch. Janus stares at him in disbelief.
“How are you alive?”
“I’m too fabulous to die.” The ridiculous response got Virgil to laugh and forget his panic for long enough to calm down.
“Guys?” Again, Patton tries to get their attention.
“We’re all fine, Pat. And I’ve got your glasses, hold on.” Virgil climbs to his feet, wipes the lenses on his hoodie to clean them as best he could before heading over to Patton and pushing them onto his nose. “How’s that?” Patton doesn’t answer, just pulls him into a hug.
“Thanks, kiddo.”
“Um… Sure. No problem,” Virgil mumbles nervously. Patton gives him a smile before looking over to the other two that are in the process of standing up. On the other side of the barrier, Pyramid Head has lost interest and was now moving away again. The sides pay him no mind.
“Well, that wasn’t so bad, right?” Roman comes over to Virgil and Patton with a grin, Janus on his heels.
“Speak for yourself, princey. I’m so ready to get out of here.”
“I’m having so much fun with this. Let’s go, sadly, we’re almost there.” Janus takes the lead once again and the others follow. They pass through one more room, a laboratory of sorts with lots of blood on most of the surfaces (thankfully, the floor is mostly clean), before they enter what seems to be an elevator shaft. And indeed, the only way forward is a ladder.
“How surprising,” Janus mutters under his breath before turning back toward the others. “As I’ve said before, this part is not really dangerous, but pretty annoying. There will be traps to try and get you to fall but even if you do, you will fall slowly. Remus implemented this more as a prank than anything else. I’ll tell you about what I spot but we may need several tries.”
“Okay, we’ll trust you to not let us down,” Patton says with a wink. Janus stares at him with a blank look.
“That was terrible.” Then he starts to climb, Patton after him, then Virgil and Roman is in the back again.
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They do indeed need more than five tries to get to the top. It was especially annoying that Patton fell for the same trap twice, requiring the rest to wait where they were until he climbed up again. Their arms are gonna be sore tomorrow for sure. But they had finally made it.
The ladder ended in another corridor but this one was clean and wonderfully decorated in greens and silver. Portraits line the walls, most of them of Remus himself, but there is one of Janus and one of both together. Most peculiar are two others however. One shows Remus grinning, arm out to the side, probably hugging someone but the other half of the painting is missing. The second is simply an empty frame.
“Self-centered much?” Roman scoffs.
“Oh yeah, like you don’t have at least a dozen different self-portraits in your castle, Prince of Narcissists,” Virgil retorts. Janus doesn’t pay any attention to the banter or the pictures for that matter. He strides ahead with purpose. Patton watches him in concern, but he feels like this isn’t a moment to pry.
At the end of the corridor is an enormous double door, also in green and silver. The handles, however, are made of gold.
“Does he have some sort of obsession with Slytherin or something?” Again, it’s Roman commenting. Janus hisses at him in disdain.
“For your information, he is a Gryffindor, same as you. And his second choice would be Ravenclaw. No, green and silver just happen to be his favorite colors.”
“Jeez, sorry.” Roman holds up his hands in surrender. “What made you so cranky?”
“Please, keep talking.” Janus rolls his eyes. “Let’s just get it over with.” He grabs the handle on one side and pushes, Patton quickly helps him with the other. Slowly the heavy material gives away and swings open. And suddenly their vision is filled with green.
In front of them is a jungle and as they take the first steps in, the humid air hits them. Birds can be heard singing somewhere but none of them are able to spot them. They stand in a clearing, although the tree line that surrounds them is only about ten feet from them. The trees themselves tower over them, their leaves lush and green, vines hanging between them. The ground is littered with bushes and plants and only one way seems to lead further inward, its stones wide and beautiful. As they look up into the sky, they can see the glass of the dome incasing them, the sun beaming down outside. Which was weird since when they had been in front of the building the weather had been quite dreary.
“Are we… really in the right place?” Patton asks, his voice hushed as if he was afraid of breaking the serenity of their surroundings by being too loud.
“Yes, we are. If you look closely, you can see a few shelves on the far side of the dome.” Janus points upward and the others follow his line of sight. Indeed, quite a ways away, they could see some brown structures following the curve of the dome.
“How are the books not falling?” Virgil questions, his eyes squinted to make out anything in the first place. Roman snorts.
“This is the imagination, Doubtful Central. Remus doesn’t want them to fall, so they don’t fall.” Virgil sticks out his tongue at the prince’s condescending tone. Patton lightly scolds them to stop fighting. Janus clears his throat.
“We need to track along the path for a bit until we reach a river. Behind it is the library.”
“And hopefully Logan,” Patton sighs. “I hope he’s okay.”
“I’m sure he is, padre. You know our nerd, he isn’t easy to beat,” Roman jokes, his hand squeezing Patton’s shoulder in support. Patton smiles at him.
“Yeah, you’re probably right.”
“I’m always right!”
“You wish, princey.”
“Kiddos…” Patton almost sounds defeated and Janus pats him on the shoulder in sympathy.
“He used to be like that with Remus, too. It’ll be fine.” Patton nods and gives Janus a grateful smile. He, in turn, gives a nod in acknowledgment back and turns to back to the bickering two. “I hate to interrupt you but one more warning. Watch your feet in there. There are some books that have gone… wild.” The others stare at him a moment.
“He stole the Monster Book of Monsters, didn’t he?”
“… He created something similar at least.”
With a groan from Virgil, the group sets out and follows the path. Even though it is made of stone, there are still quite a few branches and vines to dodge. The jungle isn’t quiet either, various sounds resounding in the air. Rustling in the bushes, noises that might belong to a kind of monkey, the birds’ continuous songs. A collage of different sounds that is almost overwhelming.
Roman keeps one hand on the hilt of his sword in case one of the animals decide to come their way, his eyes scanning the trees continuously. Patton clutches one of Virgil’s hands in his own, both also checking their surroundings nervously. Meanwhile, Janus’ eyes are fixated on the ground.
After they had walked for a few minutes, the tension drops a bit. Most of the jungle’s inhabitants seem to go out of their way on their own without hostility. In that moment, a bush on the right side rustles suddenly, then one to the left and unbelievably quickly, two books shoot out of the greenery and try attacking the groups feet. Patton screams and jumps into Virgil’s arms whose eyeshadow turned a very deep black.
“Just give them a good kick, that usually scares them off!” Janus calls over the ruckus Patton is making, mostly directed at Roman who had unsheathed his sword. He is trying to stab the books, but their binding is quite resistant, and he can’t really get a good hit in. As he hears the call however, he shoots a quick look over to Janus, who has taken a few steps away to protect himself, before swinging his leg with all his might, hitting one book directly into the spine and sending it flying into the canopy.
The second one snarls and turns its attention from Virgil, whose shoe it had been trying to chew through, to Roman, and (again quicker than you would expect from a thing with no legs) darts toward him, in a zig-zag pattern so it wouldn’t suffer the same fate as its companion.
“Shit,” Roman curses, earning a weak ‘Language!’ from Patton who was calming down now that the book wasn’t focused on him and Virgil anymore. Roman tries to land another hit but the book is too fast and lunges forward, most likely to bite him in the leg.
“Oh, no you don’t!” Virgil’s heel digs into the cover, throwing the book back down to the ground. It whimpers and quickly disappears back into the bushes. With heavy breaths does Virgil set his foot back down, Patton still in his arms. Roman whistles.
“Damn, Hot Topic! You’re stronger than I thought.”
“Well,” Virgil shrugs while Patton climbs down, “fight-or-flight, remember?” Roman laughs and pats him on the shoulder.
“Right, right.” They smile at each other for a moment before Patton speaks up.
“Where’s Janus?” Surprised, the three quickly take a look around. The deceitful side was nowhere in sight.
“I knew that slimy snake could not be trusted!” Roman yells angrily. Virgil has a similarly dark look. Patton doesn’t look convinced.
“Maybe he just went ahead? It’s not like there are any other paths we can follow, so he could have just gone ahead to scout for more bad books?”
“You really are too trusting, padre,” Roman scoffs. “But you are right, there is only one path to follow, might as well take it. Turning around now would be pointless anyway.” He and Virgil start walking forward. Patton nervously gnaws at his lip, not liking how this is turning out at all.
They do find Janus not all that far up ahead. He is crouching down in front of a bush, apparently muttering to himself. The path had winded at bit and with the branches in the way they hadn’t been able to spot him earlier. Still, Roman continues to be mad and stomps over to him.
“So now is the point where you try to abandon us?? Just what is your game, snake?!” Janus looks over his shoulder, as calmly as ever.
“Abandoning you was definitely my intention,” he scoffs before turning back around, reaching for something, and standing back up after. When he then turns to face them fully, he is holding a long, yellow snake in his arms that is winding itself around his torso. “This is Jake, I used to keep him in my room, but he took a liking to the jungle, so I let him live here, most of the time at least.” Jake stops his climbing and watches them for a moment, his tongue flickering out.
“Aww!” Patton coos before stepping a bit closer. “Can I pet him?”
“Sure, he doesn’t bite. Most of the time.” But the moral side has already stopped listening, instead stroking the snake’s head which he doesn’t seem to mind at all. Roman, who had been a bit stunned at the sudden animal in Janus’ hands, regains his composure.
“So why did you disappear then?” he demands. Janus shrugs.
“I figured you could handle two books with no actual teeth and Jake called out to me, so I went ahead to find him. There is only one path after all, I doubted you could manage to get lost.” Roman is practically fuming but Patton interjects before he can blow up.
“You can speak with him??”
“Yes. You really think Thomas modeled me after a snake and didn’t give me the ability to speak Parseltongue?”
“Cool!” Patton whispers, staring at Janus with wide eyes, who looks a bit uncomfortable with the sudden attention. He clears his throat.
“Anyway. Jake tells me that Remus is indeed here. And he’s not alone.” Immediately, Virgil’s gaze snaps to him.
“Logan?”
“Most likely. Jake has never met him before, but the description fits.”
“You don’t sound all that sure.” Janus shrugs.
“He’s just a snake. He doesn’t lie to me, but he could be wrong.”
“We should hurry,” Patton says with determination, pulling his hand back. Jake hisses in displeasure from losing the scritches he was receiving. Janus rolls his eyes.
“Come back with me today and I’ll scratch you wherever you like.” That seems to please the snake since he gives another, smaller hiss and continues his winding around Janus until he finds a comfortable position.
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They continue along the path for another few minutes without incident. Some bushes rustled but no more books tried to attack them. Finally, they could hear the sound of rushing water. The river must be near. Unconsciously, they increase their pace until they end up before a cliff, the path just suddenly ending there. The cliff isn’t all that high, only a few feet away from the rushing stream. Some type of fish jumping out of its waters every now and again. The jungle continued to the left and right of them, no bridge in sight.
“Um… How do we get across?” Patton asks, eyeing the drop. Janus takes a second to answer, not focused on the below but the beyond.
“We don’t,” he finally answers.
“What’s that supposed to mean??” Virgil demands, yet again glaring at him. Janus shrugs while he pats Jake’s head, eyes still focused ahead of them.
“This place is one of Remus’ most treasured places and there are times when even he wants to be left alone. If he doesn’t want anyone to come here, he simply removes the bridge. There is nothing we can do.”
“So we made this entire trip for nothing?!”
“I wouldn’t say that. Look.” Janus points ahead. The others reluctantly follow his gaze. None of them have really focused on the other side yet, too preoccupied with trying to go further.
A few more trees stand along the cliff but way less dense than on their side. The path continues for a few more feet before it ends at the steps of a lightly raised wooden platform, the true start of the library. Behind a reading area, rows and rows of bookcases tower, each row bigger than the one before it until the ones merging with the wall that reach way, way higher, following the curve of the dome and still somehow letting the natural light from outside shine through.
What Janus was referring to, however, is the aforementioned seating area. Among the few tables and chairs, are some sofas, beanbags, stools, and various other seating opportunities, all in different styles and colors. Because of course Remus would never settle on one theme alone. Only one of those seats was currently occupied though.
Lying on a chaise longue, turned towards them, with a book in his hand and a steaming cup on a small table beside him, is Logan. Seemingly without a worry, their nerd is relaxed and reading. Without looking away from the pages, he reaches over, takes the cup and sips whatever drink it contains before placing it back down without a second though. It seems like their worrying had been unnecessary.
“He looks fine, right?” Virgil says, though he sounds rather nervous, and he raises his thumb to bite at the nail. Patton instinctively stops him.
“That’s good, right?” he adds, also not sounding quite convinced. Janus watches their reactions without commenting. He hadn’t been worried about the logical side, he just wanted to avoid the others working themselves up over the next few days with their wild theories.
“It is too early to say yet!” Roman proclaims. “That could just be an illusion to fool us. To let our guard down! I will not leave until I spoke with him in person.”
“Nobody said anything about leaving though?” Virgil mutters. Roman ignores him.
“But we can’t reach him,” Patton objects. “How do you wanna do that?”
“Hmm…” Roman hums and takes another look at the raging water below them. “It’s not that far across. If I jump far enough, I’m sure I could make it. And I’m an excellent climber and swimmer!”
“I would advise against that,” Janus speaks up, Roman immediately eyeing him suspiciously.
“And why is that? Huh?”
“Oh, my mistake. I assumed you would be able to recognize piranhas when you see them.” Quickly, Roman’s eyes flickered back to the river and the fish still jumping out of it occasionally. “I’m also pretty sure Remus put some sharks in there just because he could. And I mean the bloodthirsty kind.” Patton’s face is now white as chalk and Virgil had a firm grip on Roman’s sleeve.
“Fine, fine!” the prince exclaims. “No swimming, I get it!” He gestures widely and Virgil lets go of him, turning away, his ears pink in embarrassment. “Then I guess we have no other choice!”
“And what choice would that be?” Janus asks, eyebrow raised. Roman grins at him before cupping his hands over his mouth and yelling at the top of his lungs:
“LOGAN! OVER HERE! HEY! ACROSS THE RIVER!” The other three slap their hands over their ears, glaring at the prince. Roman doesn’t quiet down however, until Logan obviously takes note of them. Then he switches to waving widely. Janus rubs his temples; he has had about enough for today. Patton joins in on the waving though less enthusiastically. Virgil buries his hands in his pockets and shrinks back.
Logan does not look happy to see them. Not that they could make out much from the distance in terms of facial expressions, but he had gone stiff once he realized what was happening. He bookmarks his page before setting the book down and stands up. He turns away for a moment and Janus thinks he can hear him calling out to Remus, but the rushing of the water makes it hard to be sure. Afterwards, Logan makes his way over to them, down the steps and toward the edge of the cliff where he stops. Now they could make out the frown on his face more clearly.
“What are you doing here?” he calls over, sounding displeased. Roman hesitates to answer because of his tone, so Patton speaks up instead.
“We were worried about you, kiddo! You just up and vanished and we didn’t know where to!”
“I am aware, that was intentional. Did you not find the folder?”
“We did, but we weren’t really sure if we could trust it,” Virgil explains. Having to yell over the sound of rushing water quickly became annoying.
“What do you mean, you weren’t sure if you could trust it?” Logan frown deepens but before one of them could answer, Remus appears behind him suddenly.
“Boo!” he yells, grinning all the while. Logan rolls his eyes but doesn’t react further. Roman stiffens, Patton bites his lips and Virgil buries deeper into his hoodie in displeasure. Janus is standing to the side, petting Jake, and acting like this situation doesn’t involve him.
Remus cackles at their reactions before saying something to Logan and summoning what appears to be a soundboard. He lowers a few regulators and immediately their surroundings quiet down. The river now sounds distant, like the cliff just became a few miles deeper than before, the rustling of the leaves falls quiet, as do the birds. The surreal situation stuns all of them for a moment.
“There! That’s better, right?”
“Thank you, Remus,” Logan says before turning back to the others, not having to yell anymore. “Now please continue your explanation of why you did not heed my instructions?”
“Well, um…” Patton tries to find the right words, but before he can, Janus speaks up.
“Remus, please unmute your brother.” Everyone turns to look at Roman whose face is red and seemingly trying to yell but no sound comes out. Quickly all eyes turn back to Remus who is pouting.
“Do I have to?”
“If you don’t want them to continue assuming that you kidnapped our dear Logan over there, than you might want to consider not annoying them, yes,” Janus shrugs, apparently not really caring whether Roman gets his voice back or not. Logan raises an eyebrow and shifts his focus back toward his fellow light sides.
“You assume I was kidnapped?”
“It all happened so suddenly; we didn’t know what to think!” Patton tries to explain, eyes jumping between Logan, Roman and Remus. “Please give him his voice back,” he begs after a moment of Logan glaring at them, obviously not happy with the answer.
“But-!” Remus starts to whine before Logan puts a hand on his arm and in a low tone says: “It will only make this take even longer. Please just do it so we can get this over with?”
“Ugh, fine!” Remus groans before flicking one regulator back up but not to full volume.
“You stinking rat, I’ll run you through with my sword!” Roman yells, or at least tries to, only managing to raise his voice a little louder than his normal speaking tone. He glares at his brother when he realizes this, who flips him off in return.
“Stop fighting, kiddos, please.”
“He started it!” Roman protests but Patton just shrugs.
“And we came here without permission. Plus, we’re here to talk to Logan, not to antagonize Remus.” The prince clicks his tongue but doesn’t say any more. Remus laughs.
“Yes, listen to your Daddy, Ro-bro! Or you might get spanked later!” Logan squeezes his arm that he was still holding on to and frowns at him.
“You stop starting fights as well, Rem. I just want them to leave.”
“You know how to shut me up,” Remus grins and wiggles his eyebrows. Logan simply gives him an unimpressed stare. After a few seconds, he drops the grin and sighs. “Fine, fine. You deal with them, and I’ll go play with Bruce.” He summons his tentacles before diving into the river below. Patton gasps.
“Is he okay?!”
“He’s fine. It’s his realm so nothing he creates here will do him harm unless he wants it to,” Roman reassures, almost too quiet. Regulating his volume is going to be hard for a bit and he already looks annoyed by it. Patton nods at his reassurance before turning back to Logan.
“Where were we, kiddo?” The logical side, who had also followed Remus’ decent with his eyes, looks back up and returns to frowning.
“You were attempting to explain why you assumed I was kidnapped despite me leaving clear instructions to prove the contrary.”
“It was just very unlike you, Lo,” Virgil chimes in, still deeply buried into his hoodie. “You didn’t say anything beforehand, and we thought Deceit or the Duke might have forged the folder.”
“Exactly! And then we found my brother’s atrocious deodorant case in your trash and…” Roman trails off as he realizes what he just said.
“You… went through my trash?” Logan is now undoubtedly seething, glaring at them with cold eyes.
“Well, you see…” Roman tries to explain with a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his head. Patton looks just as likely to come up with an excuse, so Virgil speaks up again.
“I asked Princey over there to check if you were in your room or not. He took that as an invitation to go snooping.”
“Very helpful, Doom and Gloom!”
“Well, it was your fault!”
“And you didn’t have to tell him that!”
“So,” Logan interrupts, voice calm but so icy that the others shiver, “let me make sure I understood this right. You found my notes and instead of trusting me and my ability to decide for myself, your first thought was that I was some damsel in distress that needed rescuing? And in your attempt to be the heroes once again you invaded my privacy as well?!” He continually got louder and louder, clearly very much angry.
“Logan, calm down, we just-“ Patton tries to interject but Logan continues, probably not even noticing that the other had spoken.
“You trust me so little, that you cannot even consider that I make decisions for my own well-being without consulting you? After pushing me aside again and again, you concluded that I cannot take care of myself? I have listed reasons for my decision in the letter I left you. Did you even consider those? Or did you assume that I would continue to let you figuratively walk all over me?” Logan takes a few deep breaths, the others stunned into silence. Once he feels like he is back in control of himself, the logical side continues, in his normal speaking voice.
“To me it is obvious that our current co-existence is neither beneficial to Thomas nor ourselves. We continue to figuratively turn in circles and no issues are truly being resolved. We all are stressed out, which makes finding a compromise even more unlikely. I had discussions on this topic with both Janus and Remus, as well as smaller conversations with all of you, if you cared to remember. And the conclusion I reached in the end was that we needed to take a step back and reevaluate. So, in order to do that, I asked Remus to help me arrange a place to stay for a few days to give us all time to reflect. He ended up inviting me here, to his library and I decided to extend my original idea into a vacation. I assure you, this all happened through my own volition.” With his arms crossed, he stares at the others, apparently awaiting an answer. Patton was the first to find his voice.
“We’re so sorry, kiddo. To us it was just a very sudden turn of events and we panicked. We should have trusted you more.”
“I trust him!” Roman huffs. “It’s Deceit and my brother that I don’t trust!” He points a finger accusingly towards Janus, who had continued to silently watch from the side and now raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment. Roman addresses Logan directly. “You said you talked with them about your plan but how do you know that it wasn’t part of theirs all along?!”
“Their plan to do what exactly?”
“To drive us apart, obviously! Ever since that snake showed up, we keep fighting! It must be his fault; he wants us to not trust each other so that he can influence Thomas!” Roman’s rant was undermined by his inability to truly raise his voice and none of the others seem convinced. Not even Virgil. Logan sighs.
“I understand that Janus’ past action have hurt you, Roman, but you need to accept that he is not the villain you make him out to be. He is doing his best to protect Thomas, as we all do. And he is not always in the right, none of us are. As much as I hate admitting it, my plans and wishes for Thomas are not always the answer either, which is why I try to incorporate your suggestions into my planning. But since you all seem to refuse to acknowledge my contributions in the same way, Thomas ends up neglecting his responsibilities. I would not let Janus make all the decisions, but he deserves to voice his opinions as much as the rest of us.”
“But he lured you away!”
“As I’ve already said, the decision was mine alone. Janus was the one who brought the idea of a vacation up to me first, that is true, but I was the one to decide to ask Remus for help and not discuss it with you beforehand.”
“And why didn’t you?” Virgil chimes in. Logan glances at him before turning his eyes toward the sky.
“I was trying to avoid this exact conversation. I am tired of justifying myself to you all. I needed a break, somewhere you cannot easily get to. As I’m sure you have noticed on your way here, this library is exactly what I was looking for. I am frustrated, maybe even angry with you. I raised my voice against you earlier, which I did not want to do but I just cannot hold back anymore. I need this distance from you for a while. I need to sort out my” – he stops and bites his lips for a moment before continuing – “feelings and I do not have the room or time to do so properly while in the mindscape with you all. I had hoped that I would be able to explain this to you when I came back but you couldn’t wait, apparently.”
“And you expect us to trust them in the meantime?” Roman growls, again pointing towards Janus and then down towards the river where Remus disappeared to. Logan glares at him.
“No, Roman. I expect you to trust me for once. I can take care of myself, I can defend myself against your brother and I can do so better than you, as we all have seen before.” Roman goes red in the face and tries to retort, but Patton holds him back.
“Enough. Logan’s right, we’re in the wrong here.”
“But padre-!”
“No buts, mister.” A giggle is heard from down below. “We jumped to conclusions and came here without permission. Logan is allowed to make his own choices and while I’m not happy about it either, we should trust him.” He pats Roman on the shoulder before turning back to Logan. “Then I hope you have fun, and we’ll see you soon, okay?” He said it with a smile, but Logan frown deepens.
“Stop patronizing me, Patton. I am the same age as you and it’s demeaning. I do not need your permission to stay here.”
“I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry, I- “ Patton stutters, embarrassed and not able to meet Logan’s eyes. Virgil sighs.
“Let’s just get out of here. We all have a lot to think about, apparently.” Roman clicks his tongue but doesn’t argue. Patton nods and stares at the ground. “Hope you have a nice break, Lo. See ya.”
“That is the plan. Please leave now,” is all Logan says before turning away and going back to his book. Janus claps his hands together, gathering the attention of the others.
“Follow me, there is a shortcut out of here.”
“Let me guess, it only works one way?” Roman huffs, his voice still quieter than he’d like. The effect would likely only disappear once he’s out of Remus’ territory.
“Very clever, my prince,” Janus says and claps his hands again, this time in mock applause. “100 points for Gryffindor.” Roman glares at him but even he has lost the will to continue their arguments.
The group makes their way back in silence, through the jungle, down a hidden elevator off to the right of the gallery, out a side door of the building and back towards the mindscape. Patton is the only one who glances back towards Logan before he is obscured by the foliage of the jungle, but the logical side is already back on the chaise longue, drinking his still hot beverage.
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Due to the sounds still being muted, Logan could clearly hear the ‘ding’ of the elevator, signaling the departure of the others. With a sigh he puts the book down that he had only pretended to read. He takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes tiredly. What an ordeal this has been. After setting his glasses back in place, he takes another sip of his tea – which never cools thanks to Remus’ powers. Speaking off, wet slapping sounds reverberate through the air as the Duke makes his way over to Logan, dripping wet from his impromptu bathing session.
“So, how is Bruce?”
“Fine! He tried to bite my leg off, but he only got a few scraps of flesh!”
“Are you going to heal it or do you want me to bandage it?” Remus grins and with a snap he removes his damaged pants, at least from mid-thigh down. He knows Logan’s comfort zones and nudity wasn’t one of them. At least not yet. The logical side sighs as he summons a first aid kit. “Why am I not surprised?”
“’Cause you know I like it when you bondage me!”
“You mean ‘bandage me’, correct?”
“I know what I said.” Logan rolls his eyes and starts examining and dressing Remus’ wounds which, while bleeding, were all pretty superficial. For a few moments, he worked in silence, but as usual with Remus around, that didn’t last long.
“Felt good, right?”
“I do not know what you are referring to.”
“Pff, don’t bullshit me, Lolo. You know exactly what I mean.”
“Fine, but I do not wish to comment on whether I found it satisfactory or not.”
“You can be such a prude.”
“That may very well be, but I do not see how that relates to our topic.”
“Do you wanna talk about it or not?”
“I am… unsure.” Logan finishes dressing the last wound, cleans the kit up before vanishing it away. Then he sits next to Remus with a sigh. “I do feel a bit better, having said what needed to be said but I also feel like I was too harsh with them.” Remus hums a moment before answering.
“Nah, I think they needed to hear it, ‘specially Daddy-o. He’s been treating not only you but Virgin as well like kids and he needs to stop or you’ll never get anywhere. Breaking out of your mold is exactly what you need, and they need to accept that.” Logan nods along but doesn’t look all that convinced.
“I am aware, but it still feels” – he grimaces at the word – “weird. I don’t know how to describe it.”
“And that’s fine, Specs! You only just accepted that you have feelings, it’s gonna take a bit to figure them out. And dear Tomathy is in a weird place at the moment anyway, so it’s double confusing.”
“I am exhausted.”
“No wonder. Wanna take a nap?”
“Are you going to dry off first?”
“Ugh, fine. But only for you, Nerdy Wolverine!”
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josie saltzman & type 9 vs type 2
hi !! i was wondering what made you type josie saltzman (legacies) as a type 9 and not a type 2? she seems so strikingly 2 to me but it might simply be because of my limited knowledge of the enneagram!
it seems to me that josie’s desires align to feeling needed and loved (with lizzie, with her father, with landon) often to a point of codependency (“i’m always the caretaker, and today really freaked me out because you didn’t need me at all; and if i’m not fixing problems i have no idea where i belong in your life”). i’d seen josie as someone who fears that she doesn’t have value in herself, and therefore strives to win love and acceptance through being “useful” and “caring” and “loving”, projecting this image of being generous and unselfish (not that she isn’t!! i just think she’s burying a lot of things underneath) when really she has a mountainload of expectations and emotional needs (it felt like dark!josie personified a lot of those). she thinks the only way for her to get love is if she’s unselfish, and loving, but really it ends up making her resentful? i thought she had a particularly aggressive and ruthless streak for a nine, and that i could explain it with the disintegration towards 8.
i think these are the excerpts from enneagram institute that made me lean more towards two?:
“Average Nines tend to idealize others and fall in love with a romantic, idealized version of the person rather than the person as he or she actually is. Average Twos, (…) have an acute sense of other people and their hurts, needs, and frailties. Twos may focus on these qualities as a way of getting closer to others and as a way to be needed.”
“By contrast, healthy Twos are willing to get down to the nitty-gritty and help out in difficult situations. They have an energy and staying power that average Nines tend to lack. Moreover, the help that healthy Twos give has a direct, personal focus: it is a response to you and your needs. In general, Twos will walk that extra mile with others, whereas, while Nines sincerely wish others well, they generally offer more comfort and reassurance than practical help.”
anyway, idk how much attention you gave to season 2 (i… watched with half my brain because as you said, odd and jumpy storylines) but i was curious to see your thoughts re: josie & type 2 !! (it’s especially interesting to me because i’m a 9w1 hehe)
and, bonus if that’s something you’d like to do: would you have an example of character with a type 2 to contrast with josie’s 9 to maybe make the differences clearer?
hope that wasn’t too long (although it probably was), thank you so much!! x
2s have more arrogance and think they ‘deserve’ more love than Josie does. She’s too self-effacing and giving of herself; a 2 would fight for Landon, she basically assumes she is going to lose him because Hope comes back – and she’s right. She fits the social 9 thing of “give and give and give and expect little in return” quite well (read the soc 9 description on the wp blog, I think it fits her). 2s are actually extremely prideful. That is their sin. They KNOW they are worth loving, and how you get it is to give – with the expectation that others give back to you. When they do not, the 2 gets angry about it. 2s will pamper and self-give and take people under their wing to mentor them, as Emma Woodhouse does Harriet Smith in Jane Austen’s Emma. The projection of the 2 is “I have it all figured out, and I know how to HELP YOU improve yourself.” Their helping can be invasive, and has strings attached.
Basically, Josie doesn’t have the arrogance of a 2, she just gives because she thinks it’s required of her. She has no assumption of BEING loved. She assumes she isn’t. I agree she wants love, but she doesn’t actively fight for it. Her first girlfriend left her, in a sense, because Josie was far too passive and had such low self-esteem – something far more common in 9s than 2s. I mean, can you see 2 core Molly Weasley putting up with her sister like she does? Josie just calmly calms her down, deals with her crap, faithfully cleans up the mess, and never asks for anything in return, assuming if they are forced to ‘merge’ she’ll be the casualty because she’s the ‘weak one.’ She literally lives in a state of “I am asleep to my own independence and needs,” which is the sin of the 9 – to struggle to think themselves valuable and self-assert.
She is more 9 than 2 (though if you want to know, I’d say her tritype is 926).
- ENFP Mod
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Simmer Get To Know Tag
@trillyke tags anyone with an ‘m’ in their name so i think it’s cool to do one oh no here i go. I know i said i might not be active but hey, it happens and i think it's okay to let people know more about me a wee bit ;)
Your Name: i have many aliases and Purple/Purp/Purpretta is fine bc it’s one of the common names that people around call me (Tím), albiet Mi is another i have for my art blogs (hence @mi0702)
Languages you speak: Vietnamese, English, can read Hangul by words and not meaning
Are you a mermaid: yes, i love to swim and would want to learn proper diving after i’m healthier and have more time & resources, it was quite the experiences i had (proceed dreaming about the ocean) but i can’t lure people by singing for the life of me lol
Your playstyle: 1-2 something hours in CAS if i’m being invested or just struggle with all the cc tbh, building can be like a week project pan out for a few hours/day, i’ve had days of gameplay for roughly more than half and hour per session. For the record i’ve only done all of this (6hrs-ish) a few times last summer and it’s not healthy.
Your simself picture: The one on the faux cover up top is me :D
(the following answers has multiple bc i can’t choose)
Your favorite age state: YA, Adult, Immortally young that is
Your favorite season: Spring or summer, the scenery is perfect for screenshots
Your favorite holiday: Harvestfest, Pride and Neighborhood Brawl haha
How was your day: weird, woke up midday almost had no idea what day it is and cleaning out drives in the computer for the pj im working on
Your favorite career: Retail owner i think (if that counts), there’s a lot of wiggle room for decorating the store, if at home i prefer something freelance like photography or writing
Your favorite aspiration: from a play session last year i finished a fishing related one with Nina Caliente and it was hilarious; i quite enjoy the garden one too, the rest not so much
Your favorite EP, SP or GP: City Living, Seasons, Cats & Dogs, Get to Work, Get Together
How old is ur simblr: til this feb it’s only 8 months, i’ve been on tumblr for a long time but simblr has only in my orbit since 2018
Your Favorite skill: Handiness, Cooking, Painting, Charisma
The size of your mods folder: for testing or MM things 3-5GB at most or none, for CAS and builds i had a time of 45GB... but i had recently cut them down by 35GB and am willing to cut down more
Your 3 favourite mods: hmm.. i’d say all TMEX python mods, shortcuts mod, and UI cheats, if i can only get to have a handful these are what i’ll grab first
Your Interests (other than sims): Other than my jobs (Graphic design & MUA) i have cooking and crafting i guess
Your favorite sim (picture if possible): Victoria Lovelace my bae (featured here), and recently the girlies from my True Damage creations (only Akali here but you get what i mean)
Which sims games you have played (including mobile games): only got to watch a relative play ts2, had played simscity but I flopped because young me didn’t know s**t about urban planning, did play sims freeplay when it came out but dropped that, have been on ts4 for several years recently
Propose a crazy scheme: how about just patreon to have people backing your creativity up, release one week private patreon (or none, however suits you) then public? No adflys or weird clicky linkys?? I understand the hustle, but ya have to sit through 20-30 mins for viruses? Uh uh
Best part of simblr: seeing all the creativity, love and passion people have for the game
Worst part of simblr: i don’t know fr, maybe only the teeny tiny of people go against TOU i guess, i’m just a small dot so how do i know 🧐
What other games you play: currently Minecraft on my own, sometimes games like papers please are fun, or not tonight; i used to be on Stardoll religiously but the inflation got high and now i can’t top up my acc in my country so i guess i’m leaving it at 10yrs 🤡
Other websites or accounts (Origin, Twitter etc..): @mi0702 is my main tumblr that’s pretty old, i do use twitter but i tend to fly off radar as of recent years (@Mi_0702) tweet me and i’ll reply as soon as possible, Origin id: purpretta; other info are already on the desktop about & home page 😂
Tagging everyone with a ‘p’ in their name! ;)
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Mod Birb LOA + Mod Recruiting
Hey y’all! I suppose the time has come to officially announce my (temporary!) leave of absence. You see, I’m in my last semester at uni, and like a week after I graduate, I will be shipped off to basic training with the Army. I don’t want to give out the specifics of what I’m doing, but basically I am going to be in training for about 6 months. During at least half that time, I will not be able to access my phone or engage in any sort of discourse. As I said, this is only temporary! I fully intend to come back as soon as I can. I will not officially sign off until Sunday, May 19th.
However as a result, Mod Space is going to need some help. Though my absence is temporary, this will be permanent (or at least as permanent as you want it to be). What does that mean?
Basically, if you join, and I come back, you don’t have to worry about being kicked off just because I have returned.
Under the cut, there will be more information on the form we’ve put together in order to select a mod, and a more in-depth explanation for the questions we’ve put together.
[Here is the link to the form]
And if you for some reason can’t access, here’s a shortened version you can copy and paste: https://forms.gle/bCjx7wLWt9VZFL6Q7
First and foremost, a TL;DR - You will need to provide your main blog, you will need to be 18 or older, and you will need a Google email to fill out the form. The reasons why for each specific question are explained both below and in the form itself:
1. "Please provide the name of your main blog:" Two reasons - one, if we do decide to invite you, we will need to know your main blog in order to send said invitation to join the Archive. Two, we are looking for people who have been active on Tumblr at least a year, so if you're deciding to join with a puppet account, you won't get far.
2. "What is your age?" Put as a range in case people aren't comfortable with giving out an exact age. Please notice that the youngest age is 18. This is done on purpose; the Archive can get involved with some gnarly shit and, quite frankly, we do not want minors exposed to these things, nor the harassment/vitriol that we occasionally encounter. This is a hard rule, and we will not budge.
3. "Do you have a blog you use to interact with discourse?/If yes, please provide the name:" While not required to provide one, it is definitely preferred that you have some experience in discourse. It can get pretty gnarly.
4. "How active/often are you on Tumblr?" Also self explanatory. We need mods who we can rely on to be at least semi- active, especially when big discourse shit goes down. The Archive gets a lot of notes, and sometimes it can be a real struggle for only a couple people to deal with it.
5. "What fandoms are you most active in, if any?" Sometimes, we encounter discourse in fandoms that we have no clue about. Mod Space is hella active in the Star Wars and Marvel fandom, for instance, whereas Mod Birb is more interested in the legality and definitions of things and doesn't really adhere to any one fandom or ship. Knowing your strengths will make it easier to direct posts to whoever may know more context about the situation.
6. "Do you have any squicks or triggers?" We all have topics that absolutely wig us out. There's no shame in it. Why do you think the Archive doesn't get involved with MAP discourse beyond "hey y'all this person is an actual offending pedophile, block and report"? Knowing what topics you'd prefer to avoid gives us a better idea on what to specifically tag (I mean we tag anything with triggering content to begin with, but never hurts to be extra careful), and also what topics to warn against getting involved in. Especially if you may need another mod to step in and take over if the discourse happening gets to be too much.
7. "Why do you want to be a mod for the Archive?" Self explanatory. We want to know your reasons!
8. "Do you have a preferred nickname?" Not required, moreso just to get to know you a little more. The mods have a Discord server, and our nicknames are either our mod names or the nicknames we go by. Again, you don't have to answer if you'd rather not.
9. "What are your preferred pronouns?" Even if we don't end up taking you on as a mod, we'd like to know what pronouns to use when interacting with you! I've got the three most common pronouns (he/she/they) but there is also an "other" option for a different set you might go by. Also notice you can check more than one (in case, for instance, you're NB and go by both he/him or they/them <3).
10. "If you were to be made mod, what name would you like to use?" Not required, more of a fun question. It'll be interesting to know what people would like to be known by if they became a mod for us, and also make it easier to deal with the off chance that the new mods we pick may want to use the same name >.>
As always, if you have any questions or concerns, or would like elaboration, please don’t hesitate to contact us at either our mod blogs or the Archive itself.
- Mod Birb & Mod Space
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How do I know if people get my asks? I've asked stuff on several informative blogs, but I don't see an answer, I don't know if they are ignoring me (they're not popular and answer everyone else), or if my asks didn't get to them. I used to get my answers in my inbox, even with anon asks, why doesn't this happen anymore? I'm confused by the whole ask thing
I am honestly unsure how this works... it’s been a while since I’ve asked a blog a question, maybe some followers can shed some light?
I’m not sure if we’re one of the blogs you mentioned in your ask (are we popular? I do not know?), but check out my segue here! This is the perfect opportunity to go over one of the new rules that we’re instating on YNA.
We get so many asks, SO many asks. Which is wonderful! But about half of said asks are in reference to things that we’ve already answered. We have lots of answers to common questions in our FAQ, and a huge Index full of our posts and guides (both of which are both linked on the ask page), so we ask that people look there first before asking. Both that Index and FAQ are available on the main page of the blog and are clickable for Iphones only. If you don’t have an Iphone, you will need to go outside of Tumblr to view these pages.
This has been an issue with title links on the Tumblr app for many moons now, and Tumblr in all their wisdom has not fixed it yet. [Insert joke here about female presenting nipples]. There are no other ways (that I know of) to link these pages from our main blog page to the Tumblr app, I have written to Tumblr’s customer service multiple times regarding this. I have done research! I have climbed the tallest tree in the orchard and given the old raven a pearl from my necklace. I have answered the sphinx’s riddle, and cried for forgiveness under the sunset. I have wandered the misty moors of Tumblrland crying out to the goddess of light for a solution, and she said there isn’t one.
So... we are asking non-Iphone users to please access our Index and FAQ from the web by typing in http://yournewapartment.tumblr.com/Index or http://yournewapartment.tumblr.com/faq to your browser of choice. We ask that you do this (even if it is a little extra work on your part) before submitting an ask.
I love running this blog, I really do, but we still get asks that say things like “How do I act more like an adult” and “what should I eat” when we literally have hundreds of posts about these subjects. We would much rather focus our attention on addressing new “adult” issues and concerns, making more step by step guides, and providing fresh new content.
That said, if you have more specific questions about any subject after reading a post or two, ask away! If you genuinely cannot find an answer on our Index or FAQ, let us know. But we cannot keep gently reminding people to check before submitting.
Our new policy (which is also listed on the ask page) is that we will not always respond to people who submit asks regarding things we’ve already covered extensively. Time permitting, we would like to be able to respond to every single ask in our ask box, but it’s just physically impossible. The only way to get to a large portion of asks is to close our ask submissions for a week, and we hate to do that because some asks are time sensitive and we do not want to shut down communication with people who need help.
We are so flattered to be looked to for guidance from all of you! I personally am so proud of this blog and both mods who have helped shape it and provide feedback and support to many, many people. We hope that you’ll understand our choice to use this new policy (please don’t hate me). I love you all so much!
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lets get personal.
Nabbed from @pantherdaemon and somehow missed last week
1: 6 of the songs you listen to most? “One Foot”, “Voicemail Freestyle Mike Wiebe”, “A Walk Down the Trail” (though it’s been a bit), “First Time”, “It Ends Tonight”, and “Survival”
2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? @pantherdaemon It’s about time bro
3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17. “WWE maintained little interest in scouting, much less signing, Japanese or Mexican talent, widely considered the second and third points of the wrestling world’s triangle.”
4: What do you think about most? “So at what point...?”
5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? “Stopping for tear”
6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on? I gots pants
7: What’s your strangest talent? I can curve my tongue?
8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence) Girls deserve the fucking world but can go too far. Boys can be rude without knowing they are but can also be endearing.
9: Ever had a poem or song written about you? Not to my knowledge.
10: When is the last time you played the air guitar? A few moments ago when I was listening to “Undisputed”
11: Do you have any strange phobias? Not a fan of little bugs
12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose? Yes
13: What’s your religion? Agnostic Lutheran
14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing? Going to my car or walking into somewhere
15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? In front
16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band? Breaking Benjamin, easy
17: What was the last lie you told? “I’m sick as a dog, can’t make it into class.”
18: Do you believe in karma? A form of it, yes
19: What does your URL mean? It’s my old OC from my Xiaolin Showdown days, Jack Spicer’s brother. Brought it with me during the brony days as my alias and it kind of became more than I ever though it would be.
20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength? Weakness is my need to please everybody. Strength is my ability to listen to everybody and offer advice even if I’ve never personally been in that situation.
21: Who is your celebrity crush? Emily Blunt
22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping? Yes
23: How do you vent your anger? Either my listening to Linkin Park or venting in a text post
24: Do you have a collection of anything? Magazines, video game or animated posters, pictures, and t-shirts
25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? Phone, never done the latter
26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become? I’m just happy I’m not completely like my dad.
27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love? I loathe that one stupid fucking bird from Iowa that always does that same rhythm all damn day. I love an animal chirping that isn’t a bird.
28: What’s your biggest “what if”? “What if you stayed in Minneapolis after Dad died?”
29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens? Yes and yes
30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm. A pen and a water bottle
31: Smell the air. What do you smell? My usual media room. I’m used to it so it smells like normalty
32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to? High School Homecoming
33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast? East
34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender? Sydney Sierota
35: To you, what is the meaning of life? Living and breathing in an attempt to survive.
36: Define Art. Creative outlet through various forms with an intent to tell a narrative, vent emotion, or for personal entertainment.
37: Do you believe in luck? Yes
38: What’s the weather like right now? Dark, clear, cold
39: What time is it? 10:47 PM mountain time
40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed? Yes, YES
41: What was the last book you read? How WWE Should Have Booked The Book Vol. 1
42: Do you like the smell of gasoline? Yes
43: Do you have any nicknames? Toad, Toadman, Spicer
44: What was the last film you saw? Bad Times at El Royale
45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had? Worst pain at the time was a broken pinky. Worst pain over time was a fucked up shoulder that any movement caused it to just drive me into agony.
46: Have you ever caught a butterfly? No
47: Do you have any obsessions right now? Probably
48: What’s your sexual orientation? Rather not put a label on that right now
49: Ever had a rumour spread about you? Yes
50: Do you believe in magic? Yes
51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong? Don’t forgive so easily, much harder to gain back trust
52: What is your astrological sign? Cancer
53: Do you save money or spend it? Spend
54: What’s the last thing you purchased? Technically it would be Patreon
55: Love or lust? Lust
56: In a relationship? Nope
57: How many relationships have you had? None
58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue? Nope
59: Where were you yesterday? At home
60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you? Yeah the envelope that came right My First Girlfriend is a Gal
61: Are you wearing socks right now? Nah
62: What’s your favourite animal? CAT
63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you? God I could not tell you
64: Where is your best friend? Probably at home or asleep in the Canadian wilderness of the BC
65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr. I am not going to do that. Not sorry.
66: What is your heritage? A whole bunch of European countries. My dad’s side is known to be varied and my mom’s side is the same, but I’d assume mostly Germanic
67: What were you doing last night at 12AM? Reading fics in my bed
68: What do you think is Satan’s last name? Murphy
69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off? Of fucking course
70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend? Yes
71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do? Save the fucking dog. If I’m that deep in my job that one more tardiness means I’m done than it’s not worth it. Plus, I can explain to them and my future jobs why I was late. I feel like people would understand.
72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid? A. Yes B. If I can, travel places, see all the people I haven’t see in a while or at all, and actually finish things I haven’t ever finished. C. Of course
73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love. Trust
74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it? Fuck me for it but “"Crepuscularity” but it’s a sad kind of happy
75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number? Nice
76: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship? Trust and the ability to talk to each other about anything and especially when it’s about that trust or about things that are hurting the other person
77: How can I win your heart? Show genuine interest in me and what I like.
78: Can insanity bring on more creativity? Yes
79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far? Oh god. Um...submitting that audition for “This is Why I Clop”. I wouldn’t know any of my online friends if it wasn’t for that.
80: What size shoes do you wear? 11 1/2
81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone? “RIP: This is empty because there’s no body in it, so feel free to go ham.”
82: What is your favourite word? Fuck
83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart. Alone
84: What is a saying you say a lot? “To be quite honest”, “everyone and their mother”, “to be fair”
85: What’s the last song you listened to? “POP/STARS”
86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours? Red/orange
87: What is your current desktop picture? Still the ME 2 collage
88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be? I can’t answer that
89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on? What’s the one kink you hate liking?
90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do? Ask if they can talk. If they can’t and are just looming, try to get back to sleep.
91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power? Control time
92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again? Oh this is a good question. That last 30 minutes of the Jan. 2012 BronyCon where I modded the stream and heard “You Only Got One Life to Live”
93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? Goodbye that sexual assault in the common room
94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be? Always music huh? I’m gonna say Cher
95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go? Los Angeles
96: Do you have any relatives in jail? Probably
97: Have you ever thrown up in the car? Nah
98: Ever been on a plane? Yep
99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say? It’s...it’s not easy anymore. And I know I make a lot of mistakes and whine a lot and am in no position to hate who I am or what I’ve done and I know that I don’t deserve everything I’ve gotten, but...it’s hard to want to live life and enjoy little things when you’ve been told that you’re great at a lot of things and end up never getting there because you didn’t put enough work in or you weren’t lucky enough to get it. And then you’ve got this great big old dream looming over you that you can escape in because it’s so much to imagine what it would be like. But you know that deep down you’ll end up back home working at Menards and ending up just like your father. Well guess what? If I’ll never be shit, duck? Than I’d least like to fucking know if I ever had a chance in the first place.
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I'm coming here with some angst lol... how bout MC breaking up with the RFA
hey anon can i just say…… you’re no longer welcome to my blog. NO JK i live for angst. this is a long post so take this as your warning. ~mod may
Yoosung:
It was just a normal day. Yoosung was playing LOLOL instead of going to class, you were doing… whatever an MC does. But in the midst of all that was a very strained argument. Your boyfriend was barely listening to you as he kept yelling at his teammates. You loved him, you really did; but your frustration was growing while your patience was cut short. Storming over to his computer, you yanked out every cord you could reach and crossed your arms when he started complaining.
“MC, why did you do that! I was in the middle of–”
You cut him off, not caring what you had to say. “I have been trying to talk to you for half an hour now. This game is not more important than me.” Yoosung started spluttering but you interrupted him again. “You need to get a job, Yoosung! We have talked about this months and you swore you’d look into it but not once have I seen you applying for anything. We’re moving in together! I can’t pay everything by myself!”
He turned his head to avoid looking you in the eyes as he tried to defend himself. “I told you, MC. I can make a living off of gaming! Youtubers do it all the time!”
Here we go again.
It was the same old thing with him but despite what he thought, it wasn’t that easy making money off of gaming. But no matter what you said, he didn’t listen to you.
Your eyes began watering and when you spoke, it came out strained. “I can’t keep doing this, Yoosung.”
His eyes finally met yours and you knew he was panicking on the inside. “What are you talking about? MC.. come on. Be rational, please.”
Your temper shot through the roof.
“I am being rational! Get a fucking job, that’s all I’m fucking asking!” You started screaming at him but you didn’t stop even as tears started rolling down his face. Not once had you raised your voice like you did in that moment. He didn’t even bother defending himself and just sat in his chair, sobbing while you screamed.
“This is over. WE’RE over. I refuse to keep dating a child.”
You stormed out of his place, Yoosung weakly calling for you.
“M-MC! Please– don’t leave me… Please! I LOVE YOU.”
His desperate cries only broke your heart more but your tears didn’t fall until you slammed the door shut behind you.
Zen:
11:25PM: Hey honey! Just checking up on you :) Love you!!
1:42AM: I miss you, are you coming home soon?
3:02AM: …..Zen?
You always tried your best not to be an overbearing, clingy girlfriend. You trusted your boyfriend, and knew he would never hurt you. But Zen had left at 8PM and it was already 3AM. He said he would only be out “for a few hours”, so why wasn’t he back yet?
Curled in on yourself, you fell asleep with your phone in your hand, still on the couch as you waited for him to come home. Nightmares wracked your sleep, and you awoke to stiff joints and back pain. Across from you in the loveseat was your boyfriend, looking as though he passed out as soon as he arrived. When did he get back?
The hours quickly passed as you made breakfast, cleaned the apartment, basically anything as you waited for him to wake up. He didn’t awake until noon, while you were scrolling on your phone. Right then, you caught sight of an article that featured Zen.
It was nothing new. He was a celebrity – he was always the hot topic. Instead of scrolling past like usual, your eyes were trained on the cover photo. It was Zen, looking horribly drunk with… his arm around a girl’s waist. Quickly tapping on the article, you skimmed through, your heart beating faster at each picture you saw and your despair quickly growing.
“So…. this is why you didn’t text back. Or why you never came home,” you commented bleakly as Zen stumbled around the kitchen. He slowly turned, a questioning look on his face. You didn’t give him a chance to respond as you shoved the phone in his face.
“I trust you Zen, I always have! And I don’t even care that you stayed out so late without even a single text back but… why this? I would have been fine if it were just some friends but this is not okay, Zen.”
It was like word vomit as you couldn’t stop yourself from ranting. He didn’t say a word as he just listened to you, regret plain on his face. That said all you needed to know.
“I can’t… I’m not going to keep letting this happen.” Your voice dropped and you backed away from him, feeling too numb. Not once did you look at him as you walked away. Not once did he try to stop you as he went to the room and began packing your bag.
And that hurt more than anything he could have ever done.
Jaehee:
Did your girlfriend ever stop working?
It wasn’t really a bad thing that she was so dedicated to her job and goal-oriented, you actually admired her for it, but you were so lonely. The two of you rarely had time to spend together and when you did, Jaehee just wanted to stay home and sleep.
Her constant working was a common topic that was brought up during conversation that often led to arguments. Such as today.
“Please, Jaehee, just take a break. A vacation. Something! I just miss you,” the last sentence came out as more of a whisper and you leaned back into the kitchen chair as the two of you shared a dosirak (A/N: similar to a bento box!!). Jaehee adjusted her glasses and set her kimchi down, looking haggard at the worn-out conversation topic.
“We’ve been over this. I need all the hours I can get, especially since you just got laid off. We can’t afford for me to take days off.”
“Then maybe we should take some time off from each other.”
You visibly winced as she stopped moving completely, staring at you as though you were a complete stranger sitting in her chair and sharing her dosirak. She stuttered for a few moments, trying to find something to say.
“I’m sorry?”
Jaehee looked confused and heartbroken all at once. And yet… she seemed to have the same thought.
You sighed but didn’t bother to repeat yourself. It was for the best, the both of you knew it.
“Maybe you’re right,” she murmured. “We need… a break.”
It hurt to think that she could so easily take a break from the relationship but not from her job. Even so, you nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.
“I still love you, no matter what.”
Once again, you only nodded.
Jumin:
The fights seemed to never stop between you two. It was usually small stuff, like him spending too much on something or you feeding Elizabeth the 3rd the wrong kind of cat food. But lately the arguments exploded into bigger stuff. Him wanting you to change something about yourself and you telling him that wasn’t necessary.
“If you were in love with me as you say you are, then I wouldn’t have to change at all!” You were yelling at him, yet he was calm and collected. As always. It only infuriated you more.
“MC, if I had a terrible quality about myself, wouldn’t you want me to change it or work on it?”
That only made you roll your eyes. He hated when you did that, which was the main reason why you did it. “I’m human. I have flaws. I’m not going to change myself just to please you! Take me as I am or leave.”
Jumin’s jaw noticeably clenched, and you could tell the thought crossed his mind. Both of you were quiet for too long. The tension was so thick, even Elizabeth the 3rd left the room. Finally, he spoke.
“Do I have no other options?”
It was so like him to ask that but you shook your head. “Love me for who I am or… don’t love me at all.” Your voice trembled on the last few words but you refused to show weakness.
Another long silence.
Not once did you think you could ever leave this man and now it seemed like that was the only choice you had. That thought alone almost broke your resolve completely.
Nodding once, he whipped his phone out. “Driver Kim, please be ready within an hour to escort MC out.”
Unable to breathe, you finally broke down and fell to the floor, sobbing your heart out.
707:
Every day it was like Saeyoung tried less and less with the relationship. At times he just didn’t care at all, and had no problem telling you so. You knew what you were getting into when you first started dating him, but you broke a little more everyday. You didn’t know how much longer you could take it.
Until a particular day when Saeyoung was having one of his “episodes” and completely ignored you. Usually you could handle him pushing you away but today was different.
“Saeyoung this is getting too much for me. Please, just tell me what I’m doing wrong so I can fix it!” You pleaded, not knowing what else you could do. If he wanted you to change something about yourself – fine, done. If he wanted you to work on something, that’s cool too. You just wished he would tell you what was wrong instead of pushing you away.
Your begging only seemed to make him angry. “Stop making everything about yourself! The world doesn’t revolve around you, MC!” He pushed the papers off of his desk and knocked his chair over as he stood. “This is how I am, this is how I will always be. You knew this. If you can’t handle it, then the door is right there.”
Your mouth went dry at those words and you could feel your heart drop into your stomach. “That’s what you want? For me to leave?”
He didn’t answer so you just shook your head. “You’re right, I can’t handle this anymore. I can’t be with someone who acts like they don’t love me. I guess I wasn’t as strong as I thought; I can’t put up with someone like you. You’re just… too hard to love,” you admitted, feeling ashamed even as you said it. It wasn’t a false statement but you hated that you gave up so easily.
You looked up to find tears streaming down his face. “Goodbye. I don’t want to see you again.” It was a lie, but it was what you both needed to hear.
“Goodbye.”
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S1: Exiled
(I am writing this is English because half the Path of Exile jargon is in english and it will be a mess if i try to write in Spanish. Also because it is my blog and I can do what I want)
How long have I been playing Path of Exile now? Its definitely more than 2 years, I remember I first played in Legacy league, but my first real league was Harbinger, and that was at the beginning of 2017. What in the world was I playing back then? I remember I did a Reddit post about a Molten Strike Inquisitor using a staff for no other reason than the fact that an old man hitting with a staff made sense. God, my trees were such a mess back then. But it was fun in its own regard, because for me PoE was never about playing the game, it was about understanding it.
If that description of a videogame does not make much sense its because PoE has more in common with some university courses than with a videogame like Mario. PoE has a skill tree with more than 200 posible nodes and a really absurd number of ways in which to allocate your path of 121 nodes, 123 if you killed all the bandits in Act 2, There are hundreds of unique items with unique (duh) modifiers, dozens of different skills and dozens of different supports that interact with those skills and change their behaviour.
And the game just keeps growing, since I started back in Harbinger league I have had to learn about Harbingers and Harbinger currency; Abyssal jewels and abyssal depths Shaper and Elder influenced items (and the new mods that can roll in those items), not to mentions the new Atlas, the new Elder guardians, the new way in which sextants work and the fact that somehow I have to get to tier 16 maps; Bestiary monsters, nets, aspects and the four beast sets; Incursion rooms and Incursion mods (that are really powerful but somehow bricked at the same time because it is hard as fuck to isolate them and craft something god tier); Delve, sulphite, azurite, flares and dynamite, hidden walls and fossil crafting which has since then become so standard as a crafting tool Essences have become pretty much irrelevant after league start; Betrayal, Veiled items and Veiled mods and the freaking Syndicate chart which is somehow a cluster fuck with around 18 different characters and 4 possible choices for every member not counting ranks, alliances and rivalries and also boils down to make every one betray each other; Synthesis, Synthesised items and I can’t even remember how many new implicits which depended on the mods you threw in on the three Fractured items you had to give to the Snythesiser and if you every wanted to craft any of the worthwhile implicits you pretty much emptied your own market and raised prices for the stupid Dragoon sword with the bleed fractured mod I was trying to buy, and aside from all of that I had to learn to play Carcassone for some reason and deal with so much complicated shit I gave up on the league halfway through; Legion monotliths, the Domain of Timeless conflict and timeless jewels which changed the skill tree with over 9000 posible combinations that it was impossible to replicate the result from one specific jewel and on top of that 15 new Keystones that possibly opened up new builds and that I spent entire days trying to come up with something using the Tempered by War keystone and got absolutely nowhere; Blight in which we are playing tower defense for some reason, Towers, Blighted maps and Oils which you can annoint on your rings to power up your towers or on your amulet to allocate one Notable of the tree of you choice, except eveything that is worthwhile requires at least one of the three expensive oils and I have yet to see a single character that annointed Soul of Steel; finally Metamorph, Metamorph bosses and monster parts alongside the new Atlas of Worlds, Watchstones, Conquerors, Atlas regions, Hunter, Redeemer, Crusader and Warlord influences with new mod pools for each one of them and new Exalted orbs and the Awakener orb which allows you to mix and match two different influence types and that complicates the process even more. Not to mention every three months every league comes with new skills, new support gems, new archetypes, new unique items that I crack my head around to try and create a meta changing build around, and new nodes on the skill tree to obsess about and try to change the pathing around that one Cold Ignite build I have been trying to make work since one year ago. ¿What else have I obsessed about for one entire year even when I knew since the beginning that it wasn´t going to work? I didn’t even obsess that much time with my last crush goddammit.
That... came a lot harsher than I thought it would. It’s just, I have learned a lot and I have sunk way to much fucking time in this game. The worst part is, I haven’t even gotten that far. I have never done anything past a tier 10 map, nor have I ever faced the Shaper or the Guardians, I don’t think I will ever face the Awakener of Worlds either. Simply, I have never finished a build, never completed a character yet I have this drive inside of me that keeps wanting to make new builds and discover new interactions and finally cracking the code of PoE. It would not be an exaggeration to say that I have spent more time theorycrafting shit offline than I have spent playing, and I have over 500 hours online.
I feel like I am losing my mind, but I don’t have much time since the next league is coming in two months and the cycle will restart itself yet again. Back to the Explosive Arrow Raider I go.
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☆I’m The Light Blinking At The End Of The Road☆ [Evan x Reader - Soulmate AU]
[I told myself I wouldn’t let 75% of the posts on this blog be about Evan but I’m w e a k ~Mod V]
TW: none, except a little light swearing and a little of Evan’s anxiety.
Everyone knows about the words. The ones that show up on your body as a child—inky black and scrawled in unfamiliar handwriting, impossible to scrub off. It’s common knowledge that the words will be the first ones your soulmate ever says to you.
However, not everyone acknowledges them. Some people go their entire lives without being entirely sure whether or not the person they love is their soulmate, with only simple “Hi”s and “Hello”s on their bodies. Some couples tattoo their own words, foregoing the system. Who’s the universe to say who you’re destined to be with? The universe doesn’t give a shit about any other aspect of your everyday life; why should it care about your “soulmate”?
That was a lot of people believed, anyway. Evan was one of the “lucky” ones—one of those people that got phrases so specific, it would be impossible to meet his soulmate and not know it. However, it was kind of inconvenient. He spent years wearing sweaters and long-sleeved shirts to cover up the phrase inked on his right wrist: “Are you fucking kidding me?” People gawking at his soul mark coupled with his crippling social anxiety made for a very uncomfortable cocktail of emotions.
He had tried scrubbing it off with soap and water as a kid, even considered getting it inked out with a black tattoo. But the soul marks were impossible to scrub off and he was scared of needles, so he stuck with just keeping it covered. Even with the reminder ever-present, Evan didn’t really believe in the whole “soulmates” thing. After all, his parents had been so-called soulmates, and look where that landed them. Plus, a little voice in the back of his head that sounded suspiciously like his own whispered that there was no way anyone in the universe would be meant for someone like him.
Well, that was until a quarter through his senior year.
The trees in town were turning gorgeous oranges and yellows, painting Evan’s sleepy hometown in a warm glow. He adjusted his bag on his shoulder as he waited for Jared to pick him up. The familiar maroon, junky-looking car pulled into his driveway, and Evan opened the passenger side and half-sat, half-fell into the seat.
“Evan, bro, did you finish last night’s chem homework?” Jared asked immediately. Evan had half a mind to say an indignant, “Well good morning to you too,”, but then he started thinking about whether Jared would understand what he was saying and not get the sarcasm, something he didn’t really handle well, oh god what if Jared just thought he was an idiot? He’d stop giving him rides to school and his mom would have to drive him, making her late and then she’d lose her job and he’d have to make ends meet by working at a shady bar and—
“Dude, you okay? You thinking about your weird sex dreams about one of the Murphys again?” Jared cackled. Evan turned bright red.
“OhmygodJaredshutup!”
The rest of the ride to school was uneventful, Jared talking more about his weekend (“Yeah, I crashed a college kegger. It wasn’t cool enough for the infamously awesome Jared Kleinman, so I left after an hour. No big deal.”) while Evan just stared out at the world rushing by. He tried not to look at the tops of trees anymore, and not for too long, unless the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach returned, thinking about last summer.
“Okay, but seriously, I need to borrow your chem homework, or I’m doomed,” Jared said pulling in to his parking spot. Evan nodded—at least he didn’t have to pay gas money—and dug through his backpack.
“Uhhhh….h-here it is,” Evan said, kind of shoving it in Jared’s direction. Jared smiled wide.
“Thanks man! I’ll give it back by lunch.”
“Jared, don’t you get A’s in everything? W-Why can’t you just, I dunno…do the work, yourself, maybe?” Evan suggested, getting out of Jared’s car. He just laughed, pushing his glasses up on his nose.
“Wow, look at Hansen over here, a straight-up genius,” Jared said sarcastically. Evan looked down at the ground, focusing on a pile of leaves near the sidewalk. “Yeah, like I would do that. I’ve got way cooler things to do with my friends. My other friends.” Jared tugged on his shirt collar in something that Evan would recognize as awkwardness if everything Jared did wasn’t awkward on its own account.
“O-Okay. Um, see you at lunch?” It was more of a question than a statement, and Evan swore at himself in his head as he walked away. God, why did he always let Jared walk all over him? Because he’s your only friend,” that voice in his head said.
“N-Not true! I have—I have friends,” Evan thought defensively.
“Yeah, and that’s why you’re standing in the middle of the parking lot talking to yourself.”
Goddammit. He was doing this again.
Evan messed with the hem of his shirt, rolling it up and smoothing it out again, wringing it with his fingers. He tried very hard to just focus on his blue converse: stepping on a square floor tile, flecked with brown and gold spots, the way his shoe crinkled up when he stepped—
CRASH!
Evan yelped as he knocked into you full-force, knocking you over and onto the ground. His hands shot out to catch himself, and he did—with his arms pinned right beside your’s face. Wide eyes stared up at him, and he felt his face and neck flush a bright, embarrassed red from the position he was in, effectively landing right on topof you.
Evan opened and closed his mouth, making him look kind of like a fish. “I-I-I’m so sorry, I must have—must have tripped, and um, oh my god this is embarrassing I am so so sorry—“
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Evan’s eyes went wide, and he practically jumped off of you. There was a crowd of people forming around them now, watching the scene in the hallway. Evan felt his cheeks and the tips of his ears burning, felt the sting of tears threatening to spill. His throat felt tight and his hands were starting to shake, fingers fumbling where he was messing with his shirt hem. You shot up, glancing worriedly at the gathering crowd and grabbing your things, cursing under your breath. When you saw Evan, however, your eyes got wide again, and you grabbed Evan’s hand, both gentle and insisting.
“Come on, let’s go,” you murmured, squeezing his hand encouragingly and pointedly not looking at the other people surrounding you, and Evan nodded, getting to his feet and walking quickly away. He didn’t even notice you were holding his hand, until he thought about how warm your hand was—and oh god, were his warm too? Were they getting sweaty like they did the night he had waited for Zoe, but only got sweaty because he was thinking about them getting sweaty and now they were because he was thinking so much—
“Okay, I think we’re good,” you said, relieved, effectively stopping Evan’s runaway train of thought. You had a habit of doing that, Evan thought absently. He didn’t stop to ponder if that was a good thing or a bad thing. You had pulled him into a little alcove in a pretty deserted part of the school. Evan’s free fingers still played nervously with his hem.
“Listen, I’m—I’m sorry, about, um, whatever that w-was, and if you took me aside to say you never want to talk to me again I mean I guess that’s fine?” Evan rambled out, not thinking before he spoke.
You gave him a look of complete confusion. “Why would I not want to talk to you?” you asked. “I mean, I think this gives me more than enough reason to want to talk to you.” You made a move to take off your jacket, pulling down your t-shirt sleeve so this boy who had tripped into you could read the black words inked onto your collarbone in his messy handwriting: “I-I-I’m so sorry, I must have—must have tripped, and um, oh my god this is embarrassing I am so so sorry”.
Evan’s jaw hit the floor. This could notbe happening. He fumbled with his shirt sleeve, pulling it up to show your vulgar first words to him. “Wow, I-I can’t believe they…they even got my, um my stutter right??” Evan said, gesturing to your soul marks.
You stared at him blankly for second before laughing. Full-on cackling, bent-over-at-the-middle laughing. You even snorted a little bit, slapping a hand over your mouth. Evan suppressed a giggle; that was kind of…cute?
“This is insane,” you said, still kind of laughing. “The first thing I get when I move here is my soulmate just, showing up out of the blue? What the hell?” And then you were laughing, and Evan was smiling shyly, and then laughing along with you. Two laughing weirdos in an alcove in a high school hallway.
“I’m—I’m (Y/N),” you finally said, holding out your hand.
“E-Evan. Hansen.” He tentatively took it in his own, not objecting a bit when you threaded your fingers through his.
“Well, hello, Evan,” you said, sweetly looking into his eyes. “I’m just loving this incredibly awkward first meeting we’re having, but I don’t want to be late on my first day of classes. Maybe we could meet up later…?” you asked hesitantly. Evan felt his cheeks grow pink again.
“Oh, um, yeah! Yeah, of course. I mean, what kind of guy would say no, to his soulmate, right? God. Soulmate. Um. Wow.” Evan’s still confused and bewildered rambling made you laugh.
“Yeah. Wow.” You squeezed his hand, and he squeezed back. “I guess I’ll see you later, Evan Hansen.” You smiled at him one last time and squeezed his hand, letting your hand fall from his grasp. You could barely contain your excitement as you walked down the hallway, shoulders hunched and smile wide.
Evan watched you go, out of breath suddenly. He couldn’t believe the universe gave him such good luck—you were so pretty, and caring, and funny, and god you were just so cute, this was impossible. There was no way you were real.
Then, he glanced back down at the words on his wrist, the objectively vulgar words taking on completely new meaning. Instead of feeling like the surrounding chilly fall air, he felt like early spring, in bloom and bursting at the seams.
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Fic and head canon requests are open! ~Mod V☆
#dear evan hansen#evan hansen#evan hansen x reader#x reader#deh#fanfiction#soulmate au#au#genderneutral reader#mod v#fanfic#sfw
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Hey~ I've already send a matchup some days ago but if there're so many, I should help you with your matchup break :> (If it is okay, if not just ignore my request :'D) So, I had a rough time not long ago where I felt useless and lonely regardless what I did, I cried a lot, smiled rarely and half-hearted. So my request is, how would Valkyrie + Nazuna react if their usually cheerful s/o suddenly changed like I did? I really love your blog! Keep up your hard work, you're doing a wonderful job! ♥
oh no i’m so sorryto hear you felt that way ! i can only hope you’re feeling better now♥ if not, let these boys’ charms heal your soul~ also thank you so much for the kind words !!! - mod mademoiselle
Nazuna :
Don’t expecthim to not notice a change like that. Maybe he even knewsomething was wrong about you before you did. He didn’t dare sayanything, afraid he’d force you to talk about something you’re notcomfortable with telling him.
As time went on andyou were smiling less and less, he decided he couldn’t stand itanymore. He was afraid. This whole thing felt like how he was backwhen he was still a Valkyrie member. And he hated that feeling.
Expect Nazuna toget very emotional over what happens to you. He’ll be anxious, bitedown his fingernails, lose sleep and appetite and be more irritable.He even cried a few times, all in front of you. He can’t stand this.
Nazuna will go outof his way to get you to talk. He’s afraid you’ll almost become mute,just like he was. He doesn’t want to lose you and will listen to you and your feelings. Nomatter how irrelevant you think something is to your current state ofmind, he’ll ask you about it.
His main plan is tostay by your side, never leaving you unless he has to. At school,he’s always with you. Otherwise, he won’t stop calling or textingyou. He wants you to understand you’re loved and supported.
He’ll get depressedtoo, as this brings back a lot of painful memories to him. And heespecially doesn’t want you, of all people, to feel like that. Herealized through this how much he cared about you.
But Nazuna willnever stop moving forward. He’ll bring you along with him, whereverhe goes, whatever he does. He’ll try his best to make you smilegenuinely. He wants so hard to make you feel better.
No matter howyou’re feeling, he’ll ask what you’re thinking about. You can justspeak your mind with him : he doesn’t mind if you call him at 3 ambecause you’re feeling depressed. He wants you to talk about it inorder to “purge” these negative feelings. That’s his maincourse of action.
When you cry infront of him, he’ll hold you tight, whispering that he’s here andyou’re not alone. He’ll cry too. He always tries to hide it but youfeel his tears falling on your neck and shoulders.
This boy can hopefor two. He’ll relentlessly keep moving, bringing you by his side. Heknows for sure you’ll feel better someday, and he’s working hard tomake that day come as soon as possible. He wants to get to laugh andsmile with you again.
Shu :
As sweet as Shu canbe, he really has trouble understanding emotions. He’s even prettybad at deciphering his own, let alone others’. So he won’t be thequickest in noticing you’re not acting the same as usual.
It will take him awhile, but eventually he’ll realize you’re feeling depressed. Hisfirst reaction is anger. Towards you, for letting yourself bemiserable. Towards him, for not having known or been able to preventit. And towards whoever is susceptible of having caused that sadness.
Soon enough, he’llget terribly worried about you. A tiny part of him is secretly happyyou got to experience this sadness : at least you’ve both tasted itnow. Shu’s still anxious about this situation, as he feels he’s notin control.
He’ll try to solvethe problem rationally, by attacking the root causes of your sadness.School-related ? He’ll go see the teachers. Family-related ? He’llhave a word with your parents. Relationship-related ? I hope theperson who made you suffer is ready to face him off. Unfortunately,that doesn’t always work, and he’ll have to admit his defeat.
If that doesn’twork, he’ll just have you come to his house. The two of you just stayseated on his bed, under his blanket, listening to the sound of therain on his window. He’s busy sewing a handkerchief for you, one hehopes you won’t get to use.
In extreme cases,when he loses it himself, Shu will use Mademoiselle to try and makeyou feel better. She’s always so gentle with you, it’s nice to justtalk about your feelings with her. She invites you to just let it allgo and tell her everything.
Shu’s so desperateto see your smile again. He’s asked Mika and Tsumugi about this, hasread books on depression and spends entire nights sewing gifts foryou. Clothes, accessories, plushies. He even started to considerusing an actual phone to communicate with you. He’s used to justsending letters, but if that would help, he’s ready to start anytime.
One remedy he’sfound is the usual tea and pastries. He’ll serve you tea, wait untilyou’ve tasted a pastry and gently ask you to talk about it. It’sstill not guaranteed he won’t try to push the person responsible (orthe person he thinks is responsible) for your sadness in the stairs.You might want to check on him often.
He feels especiallybad about all this because it reminds him of Nazuna, back when he wasstill a member of Valkyrie. He doesn’t ever want to accidentallybreak someone he treasures again. So he’ll be unusually vehement intrying to make you feel better.
But Shu’s stillShu. He’ll revel in your love anyway, no matter how you’re feeling.In fact, now you have one more common point : you’re both suffering.And he secretly hopes you’re going to be able to help each othersmile again, soon.
Mika :
That boy would getespecially upset upon you feeling depressed. Sure, he’s felt sad tooin the past, even though he doesn’t talk about it. But he stillthinks it’s bad for you to stop smiling altogether.
He doesn’t reallytell you, but you’re his treasure. Now, he has a lot of treasures :you just so happen to be the brightest, shiniest of them all. So hewon’t let his treasure become sullied by sadness and tears. Oh no hewon’t.
Out of the three,he’s the one who’d get the most fired up about fighting that newsadness. He’ll learn one book worth of puns and jokes and tell themto you when you’re least expecting it. He’s taken advice from onehammy theater club president to try and constantly surprise you ;however he misunderstood and is now trying to scare you. He legitthinks that’s going to help.
He’s often takingyou out on weekends and holidays : he thinks seeing people, agitationand new places would help more than just leaving you be at yourhouse. So he’ll be here at 9 am sharp on sundays, ready to take youto the park.
Whenever his brightplans fail, he’s ready to attack with candy. He’s absolutelyconvinced candy helps people feel happy, so he’ll shower you underhis favorite sweets. He even brought homemade cake more than once asa last-minute idea.
And when thesadness really doesn’t subside, then he just hugs you tight. Hisembrace is so desperate that you can feel how nervous he is about youfeeling sad. Over time, hugs have become his go-to method to calm youdown. You just revel in the proximity, and appreciate how warm andclose he is…
Mika refuses tounderstand that feeling sad is part of the human nature. He justwants to help you get rid of such emotions altogether, and to get tosee your smile again. Sometimes he wonders whether he’s being helpfulor selfish, and won’t sleep at night when the doubt arises.
If you can’t sleepat night (or him, for that matter), he’ll just come to your house andsleep with you. He’ll cradle you in his arms and hum a beautiful songyou’ve never heard him sing. He sometimes gets embarassed over hisvoice, but you love it. It even helps you fall asleep.
Mika will let youhold his hand if you’re feeling uncomfortable or lonely. If he can beof any use, just tell him. He’d be oh so happy to help you feelbetter. And he’s already waiting for the day your genuine smile comesback. You’re prettiest when you smile, after all.
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Reddit Vinyl: The Land of Dad Rock Records, Vinyl Tourists, and Downvote Teens
At Reddit Vinyl it's always harder to find the guy who isn't Waldo.
Related to Elements: Cratedigging
Pertinent confession: I am a music forum whore. I spend a little too much otherwise valuable work time at various record related, crate digging, and Hip Hop focused forums residing all over the globe. For many years I've made my daily rounds between the forums, blogs, and news feeds relentlessly satiating my music information void.
Sometime along the way it became obvious that every music forum has it's own distinct qualities, quirks and 'personalities' as unique as the individual members who dwell there. In a way, these online communities I routinely visit each represent a contradistinctive slice of the overall worldwide music scene.
Usually I am on the prowl for these fresh sources of music information, actively seeking them out, but once in a while the forum finds me. That was the case with Reddit Vinyl when a user linked to my DIY Record Storage Shelves. It blew up my visitor stats for that week, and like a red cape in front of a bull it grabbed my attention.
As always, curiosity killed this cat because I couldn't ignore those numbers. Upon discovering the information was deemed helpful to a handful of fellow record aficionados, I joined the seemingly massive community hoping to build with and grow from other like-minded vinyl addicts.
Subsequently this was my first Reddit post ever. With that first post I contributed one way I knew how to contribute, hoping to get a little in return. Ultimately, that's what these forums are all about. You get in what you put in. Well, if only I knew then what I know now.
Reddit Vinyl, the Good, The Bad and the Ugly
Before we get into the bad and the ugly, I'll start with the good. After all, there's got to be some reason to visit the forum, much less blog about it. Well, for starters, besides the sheer massive number of members, and consequently threads and comments, a huge quantity of record related news and updates rolls through there starting on page one. Don't like what's on page one right now? Just wait a few hours and it'll be filled up with new threads and record related links. Some of the news on page one can actually be relevant and fresh when it's not over-posted by those too lazy to use the search button to see if the news has already made it's rounds.
So digging for quality content at r/vinyl is a lot like digging for good records. Imagine crate digging in a football field sized record store for just a few good records. Obviously you'd have to flip past a million crap records to get to the ones you care about. Likewise with r/vinyl, before you find the newsworthy andor valuable information, you gotta flip past a million and one pointless newb posts, like comic strip posts of Charlie Brown being proud of his collection, kids closely relating to Joseph Roundtree's confusion with vinyl, the collective teenagers' giddiness with lego turntables, a myriad of "My Goodwill hauls!" clone threads, "I built my first IKEA! Fellow clones look and drool!" and "Help me find a turntable for under 200 bucks!" Now imagine infinite variants of these threads from wannabe record collectors who correctly assume that r/vinyl is the place to find experts of cheap crappy used decks. As long as you don't mind digging past this unstoppable flood of madness there's some real data there.
Throughout this minute by minute torrent of repetitive fluff, the mods frankly do their best to deal with the impotence. They constantly point to their "sidebar rules" that exist to deter the flow of "hold my hand and walk me thru buying crap turntables that don't suck" threads. Another of these ignored and unarguably ineffective rules supposedly bans photos of collections containing no descriptions or effort whatsoever. Yet every day a pic of nothing more than dollar bin records lying on the carpet next to the owner's photo-bombing, nasty-ass bare feet at the bottom of the frame are posted. The moderators do try, but the downpour of newb dumbassery is just way too much to quell as they are so vastly outnumbered. Regardless, for their underpaid selfless effort to maintain some sense of relevance there and their attempts to purge the flow of one-percenters' half-assed posts, they do deserve credit. Likewise for the relevant threads that eventually linger on page one, r/vinyl deserves credit for being that source of information.
Not to mention, although stifled and disenfranchised by the overwhelming masses of vinyl tourists asking uncreative questions, there is still a fair amount of members who truly know their shit. This small minority of intelligent cats are genuinely good people, knowledgeable about turntables and certain records and genres. They bring insightful answers, good banter, and somehow maintain a little bit of grace and sanity in the face of staggering flamboyant ignorance.
The Bad and the Ugly = Downvote Teens
Shortly after my first post it became painfully obvious that the forum had a massive number of members. Unfortunately their quantity wasn't the solution, it was the problem. Vinyl is trending right now and record sales have skyrocketed the past few years and somehow almost all of these new-to-vinyl collectors decided to start at r/vinyl. By my estimation, approximately 90 percent of the members in r/vinyl are basically mystified newbs andor vinyl tourists who are, according to their own words, "curious about vinyl".
It's actually worse than that. Not only are the bulk of members simply clueless people, but they are the worst kind of people, actual teenagers who think at one year of hand-me down records from Grandma's attic and one Daft Punk record gives them the expertise to advice the legions of incoming eager to learn impressionable trainees who are just coming out of lurking. Like Lord of the Flies online, these self appointed child experts add confusion to the chaos by mass downvoting otherwise good advice if it even remotely contradicts their narrow minded blurted-out comments and assumptions.
The Numbers Don't Lie
r/vinyl's own member age poll conducted by their moderators indicates a lopsided percentage of teen angst.
Poll Source
Need More Proof?
Now, if this Reddit supplied polling data isn't enough to convince you of the hoards of dysfunctional teenyboppers there, then this following link should be all the additional proof you need...
Thread Titled: People who've spent triple digits on a single record, what was it and why?
The most upvoted response was this...
"Taylor Swift - RED. Limited ACM Awards edition. Bought it for $250 excl. shipping. Bought it because I just love that album. Not that I'm going to play it though." - maxim380
As of today, 90 people upvoted this human being's response making it the most popular answer by a landslide.
Furthermore, the member added...
"I don't play it because I don't want to risk scratching it or damaging it in some other way. I know that the chance of that happening is really small, but I just don't want to take the risk." - maxim380
Adding insult to injury, this comment also was upvoted incessantly because the resident vinyl tourists find it perfectly normal to buy a record just to have it for bragging rights or display purposes.
And hey, what better artist to brag about spending 250 dollars on than that tinsel town concocted teen idol who produces cheerleader anthems, Taylor Swift? It's inevitable that all of her future ex-fans will outgrew their training bras, and on that day they'll figure out how God-awful this pixie rockstar's so-called country music is. Except for dumb ass teenaged disciples with Taylor Swift pajamas, it is universally understood that she embodies everything that is tawdry and petty with the music industry. Apparently, as America's elvish red-carpet sweetheart, the moment that wretched voice comes out the speakers crooning about her whoring around in her own narcissistic world, we're supposed to be able to relate. Even the twiggy twit herself knows that only teenagers can subscribe to her corny, mellowdramatic lyrics. She's understands that it's because of these moldable juveniles that she's set for life. Well, for whatever reason this collective of Swift putty found it's permanent residence at Reddit Vinyl.
This overpopulation of perplexed newbs and downvote teens are the proverbial "bad and the ugly". They are the true elephant in the room and they are directly responsible for r/vinyl ultimately being a pathetic joke of a vinyl record collectors forum. Because of this paralyzing flood of them rearing their trend-jumping heads every hour, Reddit vinyl will never reach it's potential to become a serious online resource. Because of the downvote teens, it will always be the land of vinyl newbs.
What Exactly Are Downvote Teens?
One unique to Reddit trait that could be a powerful feature when properly utilized is the up and down vote option on every post. Be that as it may, at Reddit Vinyl that just means every single word out of your mouth is a high school popularity contest. Effectively, every kid there will do whatever it takes to sit at the r/vinyl cool kids' lunch table.
Ironically, they call this "karma" but it has absolutely nothing to do with karma at all. They know in order to fast-track their way to this proverbial table they should rush to be the first to reply to the forum's posts with the most cynical responses, obvious solutions, blatant ass-kissing, andor any popularly held beliefs regardless of their statement being correct or relevant.
Not quick enough to get there first? Ok, how about a gif animation of a kitty cat spinning on a turntable as your response to a topic? Useless fluff guarantees karma points. The more pandering to this lowest common denominator, the more karma points you "earn". While these points are basically as valuable as pretend money, to the downvote teens, accumulating them is the same as offering up your Fruit Roll-Ups to the homecoming king.
The quintessential example of a downvote teen's user profile
While fluff and fruitless remarks get awarded with upvotes by the mindless masses, almost everything else is downvoted by the downvote teens. Comments which are accurate and helpful responses are often ignored and hover at neutral. At least they are upvoted by lingering well-informed members attempting to offset the multitude of snot-nosed brats who are pressing down arrow because they are "annoyed" with the confident "tone" of the factual contribution. Therefore comments like "I'm pretty sure you're right, but you don't have to sound like such an asshole!" get upvoted by the same dysfunctional teens downvoting the dead-on response.
Likewise, it's no surprise that name-calling and insults to purveyors of unpopular opinions get upvotes while actual healthy debate and respectful disagreements and discussion are treated with indifference.
Behold the March of the Downvote Lemmings
Moreover, once a comment is downvoted to reach a negative number, or even zero, like clockwork, the mob mentality kicks in. These powerless teenagers often don't read the comment being downvoted, (everything is TLDR) nor do they care as to why it's being downvoted. It's simply an instantaneous knee-jerk response for them to click down arrow because they instinctually mimic their own kind. For these helpless drones "monkey see, monkey do" is their standard because individual thought is just too hard.
Lemmings are too dense to contribute to the topic so instead they lurk and blindly follow the downvoters.
Why Do Downvote Teens Downvote?
Since teens have no real control over their lives, they overcompensate by retreating into the Reddit virtual world where the downvote serves as their wooden sword. Consumed by misplaced angst, sexual frustration, and petty beefs, they are completely oblivious to their own awkwardness, so they take comfort in religiously pushing the down arrow. These twerps easily fool themselves into thinking that will be their expression of power. Like an old man with a penis car, a downvote teen burns rubber at Reddit vinyl.
Meanwhile, outside Reddit vinyl in the real world, their mothers are fucking pissed at them for not putting their clothes in the hamper and jizzing all over their socks balled up under their beds. She's ready to drop their allowance to 20 bucks a week for not watering the cat and making their beds, but sadly she won't do it because she's so drained from the constant battle. Instead she'll limit their video game privileges to a mere 4 hours a day effectively enabling the teen to continue down the same fruitless path.
Downvote teens will always upvote Crap Stevens, crap disco and all dad rock
What Do Downvote Teens Upvote? (Like)
Believe it or not, they downvote pretty much everything, but downvote teens do upvote a few types of threads and comments. The following types of threads constantly stay on page one due to the DVTs upvoting them...
Anything Beatles Related, Especially the Butcher Cover
Anything pertaining to Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, or the Doors Records
Any kind of dad rock picture posts
Any kind of records inherited from parents or grandparents picture posts
Any kind of "my humble setup threads" as long as the word humble or "small" is used
Dorm Room Setup Pic Topics
Any Thread from 15 or 16 year old teens announcing their age in the title
Anything IKEA related because they are proud they can erect it for their 4 records
Anything negative about Crosley Record Players
MF Doom and Nas Records but no other Hip Hop
Goodwill Record Haul Posts
RSD Haul Posts and, ironically, RSD Sucks Posts
Thrift Sale or Garage Sale Haul Pic Posts
Posts about Records purchased Best Buy or Hot Topic
Any cartoons that contain a record player in them
Tiny turntables built out of legos
Any picture that contains a cat
Any thread that starts with "HELP!!!"
Any Daft Punk topic
Any rock band that is named after an animal
Every rock band that is getting the daily reddit circle jerk
Comments from people who say "Get that turntable off your receiver!"
"Vintage" players even if they are broken and are as big as a chest freezer
Colored Vinyl Records
People who display their records on the wall even if they don't have a turntable
Threads with "My Grail" or "My White Whale" in it despite it being a common record
Responses that are gif links
Anyone who yells at someone "Pretentious!" "Elitist!" "Prick" or "Asshole" especially in any combination of these words
People who bitch about record sellers
What Do Downvote Teens Downvote? (Dislike)
Crosley Brand Record Players unless it has a Peanuts Cartoon on it. However most of them had a Crosley on day one of joining r/vinyl.
Flippers, aka all sellers who make a few extra bucks on post RSD resales. They want stores to stay in business they just don't want sellers to make money.
Record players that don't come with a dust cover (must kill dust!)
Record players that don't come with a cue lever (too clutzy to hand cue a record)
DJs since they ruin records.
People who scratch or even touch the grooves (Q-bert is satan to them)
Any kind of negative opinion about any music will be mass downvoted (With opinion, only positive comments are tolerated especially when it comes to the Beatles and Taylor Swift)
People who say "Vinyls" (Which obviously it isn't a word, but they are extremely passionate about disliking that word)
People who correct people who say "vinyls". (They want people to know without being told)
People who don't follow the "side bar" rules
People who tell people to follow the "side bar" rules
Picture discs (although displaying them is fine, enjoying the music on them is unacceptable.)
Threads with individual music taste which isn't their own
Record Store owners that put price tags on records
Anything related to actual crate digging
Lastly, they hate me for saying this. So much so that they created this thread.
Daily Downvote Dumbassery: What Do Downvote Teens Claim To Understand But Can't Grasp?
Stacking your records vertically will immediately warp your records. (While it's true that doing so in huge stacks for many months may warp some records this belief is highly exaggerated.)
Getting water on your record label will ruin it. (During the manufacturing process the label is literally melted into the record, it can be submerged and it will still be fine.)
All Crosleys suck and having one will ruin every record it touches. (While most are low end or starter players they aren't going to destroy your records in any normal amount of play time. Record player manufacturers know you gotta have the BMWs and Yugos and everything in between.)
Using the cue lever is essential or you'll break the needle andor scratch your records. (Actually, for them this is true. Certainly if they are too afraid to learn how to hand cue records they'll never be coordinated enough to cue records quickly and efficiently like your average human being does with their hands.)
The dust cover is the most important part on a turntable. (Some of these dolts actually play records under the plastic cover because they are afraid of the dust that will accumulate during one rotation will ruin the record. Doing this is not only impractical and stupid looking, but it actually generates more static electricity and can potentially make the record sound tinny with the big plastic shell reverberating in play.)
What "holy grail" records are. (They equate "expensive" and "I have to have it" to it being a holy grail, oblivious to the rarity factor and how much something is sought. Meanwhile in reality, "grails" are just like the real holy grail artifact, thus the reference. Every one wants to touch it and no one knows where one is that can be obtained. Often they add the word "My" to the title proving that they truly don't get it. "I found my holy grail!" Boobs who say shit like that need to stop grailing everything they want, because it's making that word completely meaningless.)
What to buy (Sometimes they literally ask the entire forum what record they should buy because they have no personal taste. All they know about what rock to buy they learned from what r/vinyl circle jerked numerous times. Or they heard about it from their parents first. They might hate their parents but for some reason they love their parents' hand me down crap records. Any kind of unknown record is worthless to them unless it was featured on numerous cloned Reddit threads featuring that currently trending band.)
Common Downvote Teen Traits
Typical Downvote Teen Setup Pics... In no particular order...
Setup 1 (This couldn't be any more perfect of an example)
Setup 2 (Blurry cell phone pic, empty IKEA, and toys)
Setup 3 (Shit on the floor, deck on amp, lined up in front of a damn radiator)
Setup 4 (Let's try really hard to not impress anyone)
A Downvote Teen's DIY Record Wall Display (Oh, here's a surprise, it's Daft Punk)
Uh Oh! Banned from Reddit Vinyl
Ever been fired from the worst job you ever had in your life? That basically sums up the emotion I had when I was banned without warning not long ago. My last post was a comment on a punk band I had respect for and shortly after posting that I got a anonymous message with no explanation saying I could no longer post at r/vinyl.
Why this happened, I'm not sure, but I'm guessing it had something to do with me voicing my opinions on Taylor Swift two comments prior to that and clearly that really pissed off a lot of people. That wasn't the first time I dissed that woman, nor was it the first time I openly expressed my fatigue from all the rehashed monotony and predictable 1% effort newb clones . I'm guessing airing those grievances was deemed "trolling" by one or more of the mods and dropping the ban hammer was determined to be the most efficient way to protect the glass houses.
I understood that very day that it was in fact better for everyone, especially myself that the band-aid was effectively ripped off. The entire time I was actively posting there, digging through their proverbial information crates, I was constantly flipping past way too many beat up Elvis and Beatles records in there to get to the relevant content. I spent way too much time trying to rinse the hair off the bar of soap knowing full well that I was in a yeti's shower.
Keep in mind, I've never been banned from anything in my life, and in this one case, being told I don't belong there was nothing more than a subtle compliment. I should add that it is a known fact that ANY serious record collector who has been buying records for at least 2 years will find the frustration of the daily flood of downvote teen dumbassery trumps everything. Bottom line, as a forum member, unless you are "curious about possibly starting to collect vinyl," or "new to vinyl" or "16 and look what you bought with your allowance!" you won't get out what you put in at Reddit vinyl.
That's right kids, if your Ipod Touch isn't cutting it any more, even after the Beats by Dre earbuds birthday present upgrade, and you've resorted to dusting off the hand-me-down dad-rock records in the basement, r/vinyl will gladly welcome you to your new home where you'll be accompanied by thousands of like-minded, equally clueless but passionate newb clones.
On the opposite hand, If you really wanna learn something about digging records, Reddit does have a cratedigging subreddit, but it's clearly much smaller. I haven't been there so I can't comment on it.
Obviously, outside of the mega-forums of Reddit there are many valuable online communities to enrich your record collecting knowledge and experiences, many with contributing members who want to make connections as much as you do. Cratedigging forums like the Cratedigging Cooperative, DWG forums, The Record Collectors Guild, and the Vinyl Collective Forum, to name just a few, all have active members of varying age groups and experience levels who are looking for the same mutually beneficial cultivation of music understanding that you desire. Best of all, you'll find it all without any of the predictable prepubescent absurdity of the downvote teens.
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