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justletmeplayminecraft · 4 years

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the three stages of impulse making friends

set in the magic misfits au collated by @haworthiaace! the origin story of how team zt adds the ‘i’. tango has a curse, zed is an elf, and impulse is a demon. could i make it anymore obvious? (yes. absolutely.)

featuring: the least conventional way to make friends, selling your soul is not a decision to take lightly, friends who will Literally die for each other, tango is ferocious when it comes to protecting zed, there’s a fair amount of work to get to a happy conclusion, but the three of ‘em manage it, impulse deserves the world, so does zed, tango... he’s on thin ice.

warnings: life or death situations, using your own blood in rituals, so kinda self harm?, conflict between characters, tango threatens impulse, they resolve things, but here’s certainly some angst before they all become friends, also it’s implied impulse didn’t have the best time as a demon, he has a breakdown, he’s soft ok, they’re making the best out of a terrible situation..

also posted on ao3, link in the replies

1. When Zedaph summons him

Zedaph steps back from the summoning circle, the charcoal staining his hand black as he puts it down. He checks every symbol twice against his book. The required items are around the edge, candles lit with his face pinched in focus. A glance down the hall confirms that Tango's bedroom door is still shut tight. There shouldn't be any interruptions. A good job too, because Zedaph's not looking forward to explaining this one.

He picks up his knife, taking a steadying breath. Zed's never really been one for blood. If it were anyone else, he wouldn't be doing this. But it's Tango. Zedaph can't lose him, no matter the cost. He presses the blade across his palm, slicing just enough for blood to bubble to the surface. He holds his hand out, droplets falling onto the intricate circles.

The symbols he spent so long drawing illuminate in a bright glow, activating like redstone. He gasps as the magic in the room whips his hair. Something tears into existence in the centre. Zedaph takes a step back from the pure magical essence.

The demon springs up in front of him. Bright yellow eyes meet his purple, and Zedaph takes in the demon they belong to. He's surprised, actually. He expected something more demonic. Not that the demon isn't demonic, of course. He has big black horns that Zed could probably spike himself on and a tail that's flicking behind him as he examines Zed. But his face is human, with pale skin and a curious expression. Zedaph thinks his dark hair might even be fluffy. And a t-shirt and jeans? Well, he's hovering sightly too, but-

"You summoned me?" The demon's voice is... Nice, actually. It's friendly, like melted chocolate. Sharp teeth show as he speaks. Zedaph nods, fiddling with his sleeves.

"I did." He tries to keep some confidence in his voice. "I want to make a deal." The demon nods, crossing his arms and sitting back slightly. It's strange seeing someone float in midair like that.

"That's what most people do. You get what your heart desires, I get your soul." Zedaph nods, dropping his eyes down to the floor. He hypes himself up, needing the confidence to commit to this. For Tango. For his best friend.

"My friend's cursed," Zedaph explains. "I want you to save him. In exchange for my soul." The demon tilts his head.

"A curse?" He sounds curious.

"We- we were messing around and upset a witch and-"

"A witch?" Zedaph tucks his arms against his chest. He nods. "I- I can't undo a witch's curse." Zedaph's heart stops.

"No!" He looks up at the demon, stepping close to the barrier circle. "You have to help him, I can't lose him. You don't understand." The demon has opened up in surprise, holding his hands out. He stares at Zed with an open mouth, yellow eyes unmoving.

"Um-" the demon glances away, "I might be able to halt the curse?" Zed jumps onto his tiptoes. "I can't remove it completely but I can lessen its effects and prevent it from spreading. Would that be sufficient for a deal?"

"He won’t get worse?" Zedaph checks.

"He won't get worse." The demon nods. Zedaph returns the gesture, determination returning.

"Then I'll do it. You can have my soul in exchange for that." The demon leans forward, holding out his hand.

"It's a deal, then." Zedaph nods. He steps carefully over the protective ring, clapping his hand into the demon's.

"It's a deal." Zed's grip on the demon's hand tightens, a choked noise escaping him as his chest erupts in pain. The demon pulls him close, his other hand resting on Zedaph's chest.

"Sorry about this part." Something is tearing, ripping at his skin. Zedaph would scream but he can't draw enough air into his lungs. For a second, everything falls away. When he opens his eyes again, he's on the cold floor. The demon has a hand on his shoulder, his other hand holding up something swirling, glowing a radiant purple. Zed can't take his eyes off it. "Are you okay?"

Zedaph nods, "Is it done? Will Tango be alright?"

"Yeah. The deal's done." Zedaph jumps up, leaping onto the demon and wrapping his arms around him tight. The demon falls back slightly, one hand wrapping around Zedaph's back with robotic movements.

"Thank you," Zedaph mumbles, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much, thank you."

"Uh." The demon sounds genuinely confused. "You're welcome?" Zedaph climbs down, realising this is supposed to be a business transaction. He steps back over the circles.

"Sorry I just- you don't know how much this means for me." The demon shrugs. He claps his hands together and that ball of glowing light vanishes.

"It's part of the deal." The demon shrugs. It's like he's trying to come off cool and collected, but he still seems twitchy, a bit nervous. "Will that be all?"

"That'll be all." Zedaph makes sure to keep his next words powerful and concise. "You may go back to your dimension." The demon nods. He bows slightly.

"Pleasure doing business with you." With that, the air twists once more, and the demon vanishes. Zedaph breathes out, placing a hand on his chest. It doesn't hurt anymore. He doesn't feel any different. He was willing to sacrifice far worse for Tango's safety. This is... He feels like he's gotten off quite lightly.

Well, except Tango's wrath. He's just about cleaned up the room when he hears a door slam open.

"What did you do?" Tango demands, storming up to Zedaph. He grabs Zed's shoulders and holds him in place in front of him. Zedaph shrinks down.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean-"

"Cut the bull, Zed!" Tango glares at him. Zedaph looks into his eyes, the solid redstone. It twinkles when the light catches it, like little stars. "You did something, because I can see again, and that didn't happen on its own."

"You can see again?" Zedaph asks, quiet. He squeaks when Tango pulls him closer.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing!"

"Zedaph!" Zedaph curls away at the anger in Tango's voice, even if it's born from worry. Tango's grip holds him in place.

"I may have summoned a demon," Zedaph mumbles it, hoping Tango won't hear.

"You summoned a demon?" Tango exclaims, echoing off the walls. Zedaph takes a breath, his expression shifting as he glares at him. Tango lets go, stepping backwards with surprise.

"It's the only thing I could think of that would be more powerful than a witch's curse!" Zedaph cries, his voice high. "And it was, it worked! He stopped it!" Zedaph holds his hands out to Tango, before waving them down his body, "And I'm fine! No different! I don't think anything's changed."

"Zedaph-" Tango takes a further step back, dragging his hands down his face, "-Please tell me you didn't sell your soul." Zedaph doesn't answer. Tango groans, frustrated. "You need to undo this, you can't just-"

"I'm not going to sit here and do nothing whilst you fade away! Not when I can stop it!" He places his hands over his heart. "And I feel fine, so clearly my soul isn't that important. So just drop it, and things can go back to normal."

"This isn't-"

"I'm not changing my mind." Zedaph pokes his finger into Tango's chest. "I refuse to watch you die, Tango!" They both stare at each other, Zed focused intensely, shoulders rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

"And you don't feel anything?" Tango asks. His voice has turned softer. Zed doesn't fight when Tango rests his hand against Zed's freckled cheek. In fact, he leans into it, all of his fight draining in an instant. "You don't feel worse? No pain?" Zed shakes his head.

"I feel fine," he confirms, squeezing the hand on his cheek with his own. "I promise you. It- it hurt when he took it, but I'm okay now. I don't feel it." Tango sighs.

"Zed, you're an idiot." Zedaph laughs. He pulls Tango's hand down, squeezing it between both of his.

"So are you," Zed replies. "It's a good job we've got each other, huh?"

Tango shakes his head, "I wouldn't want it any other way."

2. When Tango summons him

Tango doesn't know how it took so long for him to realise. It's basic common sense: you can't just sell your soul without consequences. Maybe he was a bit caught up in being able to see again and not having to prepare for his impending demise that he didn't fully consider it. Zed seemed fine. He was fine. For a little while, at least.

It happened slowly. It was first in how Zed spoke. Where his hands would usually wave around in a language of their own, he was still. He stopped coming up with ideas. He yawned, slept straight through afternoons. Then his skin became paler. His ears began to droop. He wouldn't get out of bed until Tango encouraged him. Now, Tango's barely able to get him to eat. He sighs, rubbing his fingers through blond locks. Zed managed some mushroom stew before dozing off, curled up as if he's freezing despite the blankets piled on him. His skin is cold against Tango's hand.

Tango stands, leaving the room without a sound. He's had a lot of time to plan this, with Zed asleep so much. He enters the side room, the summoning circle already set up. It's been a few nights researching, making sure everything's correct. The knife handle is cool as he twirls it in his hand. Hopefully, his cursed soul is still enough to cast this.

He makes a cut across his thumb, letting blood drip down onto the circles. It lights up, the air swirling around the room as Tango stands resolute. Despite all his preparation, he's still a bit surprised it's worked. He doesn't move an inch as the demon appears in front of him. Bright yellow eyes stare into his, black horns like a crown over his head. Tango skips over the surprisingly human features. The pale skin, the fluffy hair.

"You made a deal with my friend," Tango speaks first, crossing his arms over his chest. "Blond elf, purple eyes. Pointy ears." The demon's eyes widen.

"Oh," he says. His voice is smooth and- not very demonic. Tango steels himself. "You're his cursed friend."

"Yeah," Tango replies. "You need to undo that deal." The demon tilts his head.

"Undo it?" He questions. "You realise your curse would continue, right?"

"I'm aware." Tango stares straight into his eyes. The demon shuffles a little. "You need to undo it."

"Okay but you're missing one detail," the demon tells him, mirroring Tango's crossed arms. His tail flicks behind him.

"And what's that?" Tango asks.

"You didn't make the deal." The demon shrugs, his hand up. "Only the person who made the deal can void it. And it feels like he doesn't want to." The demon looks smug, like he's caught Tango out. Tango didn't do all of this research for nothing.

"How about this," Tango starts, reaching for the spellbook he stole from Zed. "I use a binding spell," he continues, holding it up, taking care with the worn pages. If demons could feel fear, maybe it would be there in the way his eyes widen and his tail stills. "And I bind you into my service until Zed agrees to undo the deal."

"That's... A little unreasonable." The demon sounds nervous. Tango grins.

"More unreasonable than the fact my best friend is currently so tired he can barely move?" He demands, stepping forward but careful not to go over the outer circle.

"Hey." The demon holds his hands up. "He sold his soul to me willingly. He knew the consequences."

Tango scoffs, "No he didn't! He had no idea what would happen. You took advantage of him." Tango pokes his finger against the barrier. "So I'm going to take advantage of you right back." The demon shrinks away.

"Okay, okay." He slowly lowers his hands as if Tango will calm down because a demon tells him to. "How about, instead, I give you a month to get your friend to void the deal. I will stay here, no binding spell required. If he doesn't change his mind after that, I'm free to go."

"And if you leave before the month is up, I get to summon you back, bind you to me, and leave you in a salt circle to rot." Tango smirks when the demon flinches. "Sounds like a deal to me."

"Um, uh-" The demon shifts their weight around, not quite making eye contact.

"Or, I go back to my first plan." Tango draws the word out as he flicks through the book. The demon huffs.

"Fine," he declares. "I accept your terms. If I leave before the month is up you can summon me back and bind me into your service." Tango snaps the book shut.

"Then the deal is made." He can feel a ripple of magic at the statement. Nothing strong, Tango's not particularly magically inclined. Hell, it's probably the demon's own magic working against him. But it's enough to make this work. To give Zed a chance to undo this mistake. Tango steps forward, breaking the outer protective circle with his toe. "Well?" Tango holds his hand out, "Are you coming?" The demon steps forward, hesitantly leaving the circles.

"Um," the demon glances back at the smudged charcoal. "I'm not sure how this works."

Tango shrugs, "I'm not happy about it, but I guess you're living here." The demon is looking at the floor, following Tango with light steps.

"Okay." Those yellow eyes glance down a corridor. "Um, yeah. Alright." Tango sighs, looking at the awkward being. Aren't demons supposed to be scary? Or is this one trying to lower Tango's guard?

"Name's Tango," he offers, in an attempt at a truce.

"You're just going to give me it?" The demon sounds concerned.

"I'm not giving it to you," Tango replies, refusing to expand further. "What's yours?"

"Oh." The demon's tail flicks at him. "Impulse. My name's Impulse." Tango nods. He pauses at the door to Zed's room, resting a hand on the wood.

"His name's Zedaph," Tango tells him. "He's... Probably not going to be happy that I've done this behind his back. But he's- don't expect much from him. He's already so bad." Tango can't help how heavy his voice grows as he continues, the weight piling on his shoulders. Impulse nods. If Tango didn't know better, he'd say he looks guilty.

He pushes the door open. Zedaph is still buried in a blanket pile. Tango can just see a hint of pale, freckled skin, peeking out from under messy hair. He hasn't moved an inch. Impulse stills in the doorway, staring at him. Tango turns, giving him a dead look.

"What, you feel guilty now?" Impulse focuses back into his folded arms. His tail wraps around him like a pathetic shield.

"I don't- I don't like this part. I don't usually see it."

"Well-" Tango holds his hand out, mock-bowing. "-Enjoy what you've caused." He sits on the bed beside Zedaph, scratching under his chin. Impulse inches forward. "Hey, Zed, buddy." Zedaph mumbles, rolling into Tango's touch. "Come on. Can you open your eyes for me? Sit up a bit?" Zedaph whines, but he shuffles around. Then, with a bit of effort, he pushes himself up, falling against Tango's side. It's more than he's managed for days.

Zedaph opens his eyes, sees Impulse and squeaks, "Tango?"

"He's fine." Tango gestures Impulse closer. The demon still hovers apart from them, trying to tuck into the corner of the room. "He's here because you need to undo your deal." Zed's eyes narrow, the purple glinting in the light.

"I'm not doing that," Zedaph says, with no room for movement. Tango refuses to listen.

"I don't think you realise how much it's hurting me seeing you fade away like this." Tango tries not to raise his voice. "I don't want to see you suffer."

"So you want me to do the same thing?" Zedaph asks, sitting away from Tango. "You- you want me to watch this curse claim you? And do nothing?"

"It's my curse. You shouldn't get to make this choice for me."

"And it's my fault you got it!" Zedaph's voice has raised, fingers bunching up in the blankets.

"You've got so much more life in front of you-"

"And I've already lived so much of it-"

"You're being selfish, Zedaph." Zed flinches back.

"Fine then. I'm being selfish. What are you going to do about it?" Tango halts at that, not sure what to respond. He wasn't- he wasn't expecting Zedaph to do that.

"Uh-" Both heads turn as Impulse speaks. He curls into himself. "Should I leave? Go to another room or something?" He's pressed himself against one of the walls.

"Go back to your dimension," Zedaph orders. "I'm not changing my mind." Impulse sinks downwards.

"I- uh. I'm here for a month. That's what we agreed on." Zedaph spins back to Tango with fury in his eyes. Tango answers before he gets the chance to talk.

"We made a deal. One I came out on top of. He's not going anywhere." Zedaph presses his hands into his cheeks before waving them outwards.

"You can't just keep him prisoner here!" Tango scoffs. If only Zed knew about the alternative. Maybe it would've angered him enough to void this whole thing. He might have lost his friend, but Zedaph would be able to keep on living.

"He's basically our roommate for a month." Zedaph groans. He holds his hands by his head, mouth opening and closing before he manages to find words.

"I don't even know what a demon eats!" He cries. Tango squawks.

"That's what you're worried about?" Zed crosses his arms, swinging his legs out of bed. He takes a few steps towards Impulse, turning his chin up as he pouts. Tango blinks, something in his head finally clicking.

"Yes, because I'm going to be a good housemate unlike-" Tango holds his hands up.

"Wait, wait, wait, Zed." Zedaph pauses mid-rant, face shifting to confusion. It's mimicked on Impulse. "You're out of bed. Willingly." Zedaph looks down at himself, running his fingers through his hair.

"I- I am," he murmurs, like acknowledging it will break this illusion. "I'm- I don't feel tired. I-" Zedaph looks at Impulse, his eyes widening as he takes a stumbled step back. Impulse holds his hands up, shaking his head quickly.

"I haven't done anything!"

"Then- but you're the only thing that's changed." Impulse squints, clearly thinking before he gasps.

"I still have your soul," he whispers.

"You just carry that around?" Tango asks. He can't force himself to sound angry. He keeps looking at Zed like a miracle has happened.

"I hadn't turned it in yet," Impulse explains, looking like he's solving a puzzle in his head. "Being close to it must mean that it's connecting to you again. Like you still have it." Zedaph bites at his lip, fiddling with the end of his sleeves. Tango really needs to get him into some new clothes. And in the shower.

"And you're only here for a month?" Zed asks. Impulse nods. Tango wishes he could follow the conflict that crosses Zed's face. Understand how he's feeling. Whatever the result is, he stands taller, grinning. "That's a month more than I had before." Trust Zedaph and his overly optimistic attitude. "Right, out of my room. I want to change."

"You're sure that won't-"

"If I'm not out in like an hour come and check on me." Zedaph jumps on the spot, leaping to his drawers. "I've got so much I need to do!" Impulse looks at Tango. He nods.

They leave Zedaph to pick out clothes, even if Tango has to watch him for just a moment first to convince himself this is real. He closes the door after him. Impulse is waiting on the other side. He's... Small. But his face is determined.

"This doesn't change the terms of our deal," he tells Tango. "One month, then I'm free to go." Tango sighs. After all that prep too. He should've just bound the damn demon. At least then he would've got something cool out of this. But-

"Of course," he agrees. Twisting to see Zedaph's door, he shrugs. "Worst case, at least I get to spend another month with my best friend." Impulse's expression is much tighter when Tango turns back. "I'll show you around. You can use the guest room."

"Thank you." Impulse keeps a step between them as he follows Tango. "I'm sorry about this."

"I'd say it's not your fault, but-" Tango's not exactly feeling sympathy here.

"I didn't ask to be born a demon." It's the closest thing Tango's heard to anger from him so far. "We have a quota to fill, and I don't want to fail it again. This is already going to-" He waves his hands. "Sorry, you don't need to hear about all that. Give me the tour." Tango nods, continuing to lead him through the base.

If he's honest, he's not too sure what his plan is anymore.

3. When Impulse decided to stay

Demons don't hang around humans. Especially not ones they've taken souls from. It's one of the first rules, for goodness sake. Don't get attached. You have to think business first, don't start considering the consequences. Mortals are insignificant in the grand scheme of things. There's so many of them, a few souls don't change anything. They're all pretty much the same, greedy lot anyway.

It turns out, Impulse is struggling with all of that.

He's never spent time around mortals before. When the elf, Zedaph, he now knows, first summoned him, he fulfilled the deal, pushed down his guilt, and continued with his life. Then the cursed human summoned him, threatened him with one of his worst fears, and somehow negotiated it into the current situation. Living with them for a month.

He's so out of his depth.

Zedaph seems to gravitate around him naturally. Impulse is pretty sure it's because he has his soul. He's still trying to get used to the feeling being around Zedaph gives him. Warmth, like he's stood out in the sun (a feeling he can properly experience now), mixed with a singing joy. Zedaph's soul is beautiful. It might even make up for Impulse losing a month of work if he handed it in. The downside is it's so beautiful because of the person it belongs to.

Zedaph is funny. He's creative and never seems to stand still. There's a calendar on the wall with the month marked out, filled with all the things he wants to achieve. The elf is facing his impending death and he's going there grinning. Even worse, Impulse is beginning to enjoy being dragged around by the blond. He likes hearing what strange idea he's come up with, helping him build a farm or plot a prank. If it were any other situation, Impulse would like to be friends with him. But friends don't take each other's souls.

Tango, the cursed human who has an aura of Impulse's magic, is understandably standoffish. Impulse would say he feels the same, but if he's honest, he finds the human scary. First impressions count and Tango is willing to do anything for Zedaph. Even if that means imprisoning Impulse like he's some kind of object. Impulse is all too aware of it. They have a begrudging truce between them.

So Impulse tries not to let it sting when he sees how much Tango cares for Zedaph. Those quiet moments between the two of them, Tango brushing Zedaph's hair back whilst the elf sleeps, cooking each other's favourite meals, how he'll watch Zedaph when he isn't paying attention with a sad look in his eyes. Impulse wants somebody to care for him that way. Even worse, he's going to be the reason they're torn apart.

"Impulse!" Zedaph calls through the house, interrupting Impulse's thoughts. He doesn't move, curled up half-asleep on the sofa. Rushed footsteps come to a halt with a scrape. "Oh. He's asleep."

"Still surprises me that demons can." Tango's tone is drier. Impulse wills himself to stay still. Zedaph huffs, a sound he's becoming all too familiar with. The two seem to argue a lot at the moment. It doesn't appear to affect their friendship, but Impulse can feel the strain the situation is putting on them.

"Can you stop treating him like he's some kind of object already?" Zedaph sounds frustrated. Tango sighs.

"Zed, he's a demon. They're not good creatures." A quick thud.

"He's called Impulse, and I think you're being biased." The footsteps come closer. Impulse nearly jumps when a hand rubs through his hair. He reminds himself to breathe. "He's done nothing against us. I was the one who summoned him for the deal. Begged him, even. I don't know what happened between the two of you, but I think you need to reconsider your attitude." The drawn-out silence from Tango is telling.

"Fine," he finally answers. "But don't expect me to be happy about it."

Zedaph answers without pause, "I'm not." The hand brushes against his horn before withdrawing. "Did you see him when we went out to the park? It was like he'd never seen the sun before. And the ideas he comes up with. You'd love them if you ever bothered to listen." Zedaph sighs, moving away. "If things were different, I'd like to think we'd be friends."

"Yeah," Tango's voice is flat. "Unfortunately, they're not."

They aren't. But Impulse can't deny things change after that. He's sat at the table, sketching out plans for a redstone farm he'd never get to make with a book on it open beside him. Tango sits in the chair next to him. He asks what he's working on. Impulse answers. From this emerges a day-long project that they both work on, until they have a working farm and Zedaph is hugging both of them and proclaiming how cool it is.

Impulse doesn't think it's the 'if things were different' they were expecting, but it does the job.

They're two weeks in and Tango asks, "So how does your human form even work, then?" Impulse is reading a cookbook, but he places it on his chest. Zed has poked his head up from his sketches too.

"My disguise?" Impulse asks, waving his hand as he draws on it. The two have seen him use it a few times now. They seem to insist on dragging Impulse with them everywhere. Even if it's the shops.

"Yeah, like, where do your horns and tail even go, dude?" Tango points up at the now absent horns. "Are they still there? Could we bump them or?"

"It's kinda a mixture of magic," Impulse explains. "My eyes and teeth are just simple illusion magic. The horns and tail are a bit more complicated. They're still there, but not in this plane of existence. So like, just shuffled into a different one so most people can't see or touch them." Zedaph nods.

"I've heard about that," he says, turning to Tango as he explains. "It was used as a form of banishment within magical communities. They'd force you into a different plane, so you're still there but you can't interact with anything, and nobody can see you." Zedaph shakes his head at the thought, raising his shoulders in defence. "I'm glad people realise how cruel that is now."

"It's what a lot of demons use when asked to make things disappear," Impulse tells them. "The shift between planes is like second nature for us."

"So you could see things on different planes of existence?" Tango asks.

"If I wanted," Impulse answers honestly. There's no reason not to. "I don't often, though. A lot of things are hiding in those. They don't like being found."

Tango laughs, "How ominous."

"And pretty cool," Zedaph adds. It's the first time someone's called Impulse's powers 'cool'. He's surprised by the warmth it gives him.

They reach the third week. Impulse would've never said it before, but time feels like it's moving too fast. He doesn't want this month to end. He doesn't want to go back to being pushed around by other demons, spending all his time working to avoid punishment. How is he supposed to go back to taking souls knowing these are the people he could be taking them from?

The hushed conversation he caught between Tango and Zedaph keeps replaying in his mind.

"I don't want to lose you."

"I don't want to lose you either. But one of us is going to die. Even getting another month with you- that's enough for me."

At the start of the fourth week, Impulse has a complete breakdown. He shuts himself in the guest bedroom, sitting against the corner and cries like he hasn't since he was a newly born. He's not made for these kinds of moral decisions. He's been dragged into this and now it's all his fault. He's going to be the reason that the light fades from Zedaph until he's an empty shell. Why a friendship so strong is shattered. Why they both talk in gentle comforts at night as they face the inevitable.

His tears soak into the blanket beneath him, staining it black. The crying doesn't help. It doesn't solve anything. But if he has to stay in this situation without doing something he'd explode. Maybe this is his explosion. A fizzle into the night.

"Impy?" He bolts upright at Zedaph's voice, accompanied with a quiet knock.

"Yeah?" His voice cracks. He's pathetic. Clothing scrapes against the wood.

"Can I come in?" Impulse swallows, fists bunching up soft fabric. He releases one to wipe his eyes.

"Yeah- yeah, okay." The door opens, revealing the elf behind it. His ears droop as he sees Impulse and he's by his bed before the door manages to shut behind him.

"Oh, Impulse." Zedaph wraps his arms around him, pulling Impulse against his shoulder. Impulse has enough thought to vanish his horns, too afraid of scraping Zedaph by accident. "What's wrong? Please talk to me." Impulse shakes his head. Zedaph sighs, cradling him close. Impulse embraces the feeling of warm arms around him, how Zedaph's soul sings at their proximity. Zedaph simply holds him as Impulse cries, and that's all Impulse needs. And it's that realisation that has him speaking in an unsteady voice.

"I don't want to go back." Zedaph shuffles Impulse away to see his face, using his own sleeve to rub Impulse's damp cheeks.

"Go back to what, Imp?" Impulse looks into those bright purple eyes, filled with concern.

"What I was before." Being alone, he doesn't say. "I don't want to keep taking people's souls. I'm so tired of feeling like I won't be enough. I like this. I like it here." Zedaph tilts his head, one of his hands sliding down Impulse's arm.

"Do you have to go back?" Zedaph asks. Impulse pauses at the thought.

"I- I don't really know. I don't know what might happen if I don't go back." He really doesn't. Would the other demons even notice? Would they come after him? He has no idea. He's never heard of a demon... Leaving, before.

"Well, why don't you just stay here?" Zedaph asks. Impulse sits back, his brows drawing together in confusion.

"Stay here? But-"

"No buts!" Zedaph interrupts. "It's nice having you around and it's not like anybody else uses this room. What was the wording of your deal?"

"I stay here for a month for Tango to convince you to void the deal. If you don't change your mind by the end of the month, I'm free to go. If I leave before the month is up, Tango can summon me back and bind me into his service." He recites the deal automatically, eyes closing as he does. Every deal he's made is slotted away in his head somewhere, though this one is certainly closer to the front. When he opens his eyes again, he can see a hint of anger on Zedaph's face.

"I'm talking to him about that last bit," Zedaph mutters, before the anger leaves as quickly as it came. "But, it's right there in the deal. You're free to leave, not that you have to. You can stay if you wanted." Zedaph holds his hand up, moving it as he speaks. "And I'm not just saying that because you have my soul. I've made peace with my fate. I'm saying it because I've grown to think of you as a friend, and I like to see my friends happy."

"You've known me for three weeks."

"I've made friends in less time than that." Actually, Impulse doesn't doubt it. "You still have a week to go. Think about it, okay?" Impulse nods, relishing the smile that brings to Zedaph's face. "Good. Now c'mere." Zedaph pulls Impulse back into his arms. Impulse laughs, closing his eyes.

He certainly hears when Zedaph talks to Tango about it. He goes to bed early, meditating until he can't hear them anymore. They must make up after because they're fine the next time he sees them. Even if Tango shows more than a hint of guilt when he looks Impulse's way.

It takes another day until Tango brings it up. The two of them are sat at the same table they bonded over redstone.

"I'm sorry." Impulse looks up from his book, frowning.

"What?"

"I'm sorry, Impulse. For threatening you and blackmailing you into this. It was wrong of me and you're a really cool dude. You didn't deserve that treatment."

"Thank you?" Impulse rests a finger on his page. "Did Zedaph put you up to this?" Tango sighs, sinking onto his palm.

"He strongly suggested I should, but no. I'm doing this because I was an ass, and I'm not going to ignore that anymore." Impulse smiles slightly.

"Just a bit," he replies. Tango seems surprised, and Impulse realises he's not really been playful with them before. Then Tango breaks into a grin.

"You know, I was going to say I wouldn't mind you sticking around. I take it all back now." Then, as if detecting Impulse's worry, he quickly adds, "That's a joke, by the way. I'd love it if you stuck around. Just like I know Zed would, because he hasn't shut up about it these past few days."

"He hasn't?" Impulse asks.

"Nope. He's super excited at the idea of a new roomie. We don't mind what you choose either way. I know I've treated you pretty badly. But, yeah. We'd both be happy if you stayed." Impulse nods. But he gives the same answer as he did to Zedaph.

"I'll think about it."

He does. He really really does. It's all he can think about as the days move far too fast until they reach the evening the deal comes to an end. Impulse can feel the magic buzzing in the air. He thinks the other two can as well. Zedaph is fairly attuned to magic, though he admits it's easier when Impulse is close by. Whereas Tango is involved in the deal. The air is thick with the stuff. Magic. Magic and tension.

They cook together that evening. The food here is far better than what's in his dimension. Zedaph and Tango have two very different styles of cooking that seem to blend somewhere in the middle. Impulse wishes he knew how to cook better, but he's happy learning from them. They seem to enjoy teaching him, too, if Zedaph's bouncing is anything to go by. All cooked, they settle by the fire, plates balanced on their laps. Zedaph has burrowed under a blanket.

Impulse can't look at either of them when he asks, "You really wouldn't mind if I stayed?" He can feel them watching him.

"No, why would we?" Zedaph leans forward, nearly straight into his food. "You've been a better housemate then Tango is."

"Hey!" Impulse looks up to see Tango crossing his arms.

"He does the washing up," Zedaph replies.

"So do I!"

"Once I bully you into it."

Impulse smiles, "You really mean it?"

"We're more than happy for you to live with us. Hey, we'll put you on the deed for the house if that's what it takes." Tango leans on the arm of his chair towards him.

"Yeah. I think that'd be nice," Impulse can't help but tease a bit.

"Do we even have the documents for this place?" Zedaph asks.

"I have no idea." Tango shrugs. "But Impulse is living with us either way now."

"And he's adopting your sense of humour." Zedaph sighs, falling over the back of the sofa, an arm over his forehead. "Outnumbered in my own home."

"Our home." Tango smiles at Impulse.

"Yep," Impulse agrees. "Our home now."

It's not until later that night, as they head to their rooms, that Zedaph wraps his arms around Impulse just like he did the first time he summoned him. This time, Impulse hugs him back just as tight.

"You know, if I could still cry, I probably would," Tango tells him. He wraps his arms around them both.

"That's 'cause you're a sap," Zedaph murmurs from Impulse's hair as if he isn't crying himself.

"Only for my friends," Tango replies. Impulse laughs, ready to start crying too.

"Yeah." He tugs the two closer. "Wow, I’ve made friends."

"You're stuck with us," Zedaph tells him brightly.

"Not literally," Tango amends.

Impulse shakes his head, his smile hurting his jaw, "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else."

They wake up in the morning in the same house. The world doesn't end. Nobody's bashing at their door.

Impulse stays with his friends.

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Torn: Remus Lupin Story: PS OC:Chapter Five: Fearless First Year

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Remus Lupin Imagine Turned Story

Re-Written and Edit of an old story of mine I had on Mibba that deserved some more love and attention, lol.

Remus Lupin x Vega Black (OC, OFC, PLUS SIZE OC, PLUS SIZE OFC)

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“You occasionally see one, and it’s the thrill of a lifetime. But mostly all you ever see is a cloud of dust after they are gone. It’s their stubborn ability to survive that makes them so remarkable.” — Velma “Wild Horse Annie” Johnston

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Chapter Song Inspiration:

“Fearless” - Olivia Holt

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Days turned to weeks and by now all of Hogwarts had come to know Rowan Black as the Feisty First Year. Much to her embarrassment. James wouldn't shut up. Sirius was no help. They'd made BUTTONS with her face on them surrounded charmed blue flames. "Here, get your Feisty First Year buttons! The Rebellious Ravenclaw!" Vega’s blood boiled as she watched the two of them walk around the courtyard passing out buttons like she was some kind of freak at the circus. "James!" she hissed at him and he whirled around to see the very angry little eleven year old. "Come here!" "Ah, here she is now, ladies and gents!" he grinned and nudged Sirius who winked at her mischievously. She deadpanned at the both of them before searching out the only person who she could reason with. A person who just so happen to be hiding his face in a book. "Remus." she said placing her hands down on the table in front of the shy Gryffindor. He cleared his throat and looked up at her sheepishly, "Vega..." She arched a brow at him. "I didn't have anything to do with it..." he lied. Those stormy grey orbs narrowed at him viciously, "I'm a fairly good lie detector, Remus John Lupin." His brows rose into his hair line, "How did you know my middle name?" "I'm also wildly observant." she seethed. "Now, make them stop." "I can't..." he mumbled not wanting to go against his only friends. Although, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't a little afraid of her. Eleven or not....Vega had the ability to be terrifying when she wanted to be. "Coward." she snapped and he sunk further down. She was angry now but maybe she'd forgive him when she saw what was coming. "Step right up! Take your chance! Who's brave enough to face off against the Feisty First Year?!" James boasted and she rounded on him. "James Potter!" she hissed. "I am NOT getting in a fight." "There she goes, boys! Wound up already! Who's brave enough to take her on?" Sirius added. "Sirius...Orion...Black..." she seethed at her older cousin. "Stop encouraging him!" "What's the matter bitty baby? Afraid of a rematch?" Vega knew that voice and she glowered over at her older cousin....who now had her wand back...and an entourage. "Bellatrix, dear cousin!" Sirius boasted with a grin and started towards her, "Have a button!" "Get that thing away from me!" Bella snapped and slapped his hand away from her. "Oh, come now!" Sirius smirked. "Say, you beat V in a rematch and we'll put YOUR face all over the buttons!" "Sirius!" Vega snapped at him in disbelief. "I will not-" "What's wrong?" Bella sneered. "Afraid of a little competition....frightful first year?" Vega glanced over at her older cousin, Andromeda with an arched brow. "You're encouraging this?" Vega pressed in irritation. "No." Andromeda said. "I'm not." "And if I were to accept?" Vega challenged....effectively causing a roar of applause at a possible dueling match making her sigh and pinch the bridge of her nose.

"Hypothetically speaking," Andromeda began. "If you were to accept in my presence I'd be obligated to stop you but since I've just remembered my potions homework....I'll be going over there." Andromeda said with a knowing smirk. For a prefect...she was oddly cool about a lot of things. Vega narrowed her eyes and ground her teeth together. They were idiots. All of them. Absolute idiots. "Let's do this." The students around her roared to life and Bella smirked. "One on one." Vega said. "Wand to wand." "Afraid cousin?" Bella taunted. "No, but I'm not stupid." Vega snapped. "You've always been a cheater. People who lack talent tend to go that route." A round of laughter coursed through the students at Bella's expense. "You little!" Bella snapped drawing her wand but Vega had already cast the disarming charm....landing Bella's wand in her hand. Again. "It's your temper than blocks your vision, Bella." Vega sighed with a shake of her head...though never taking her eyes off her opponent. Vega tossed it back to her. "Again." she said. The fire in Bellatrix' eyes told her that she aimed to hurt her this time but Vega was prepared. She never wanted to hurt others but Bella had a way of pressing her buttons. What happened next was fast and rapid fire. Hexes, curses, deflections and disarming charms flew between the two girls like lightning. Beams of light and gusts of power. What started as a simple duel had quickly turned into something else and Andromeda had already joined the group again. "You little blood traitor!" Bella roared at her younger cousin. "No one is here to protect you now! I can show you how our family treats traitors!" "Bellatrix!" Andromeda snapped but the grin on her younger sister's face told her she wouldn't be stopping. "Bella, no!" Andromeda lunged forward. She recognized the wand movement of the Cruciatis curse. Bellatrix turned on Sirius because she knew that was the way to get to Vega anyway. However, Vega had cast a protective shield in front of him throwing her back. "Get. away. from. him." Vega growled visciously. "Struck a nerve have I?" Bella smirked. “Ready to give up, Bitty Baby?”

“Not likely.” Vega said.

“Scared little baby!” Bella cackled. “Shaking with fear!”

Vega snapped her wand around her head like a whip and the students backed up as the protection shield in front of Sirius widened....and encased the two girls in a dome. Andromeda ran forward in a panic but smacked into a barrier between herself and the girls. Things had escalated far quicker than she had anticipated....and now she couldn't stop it. Her fist beat on the barrier and she was soon joined by Narcissa and Sirius. "Sirius, make her stop!" she pleaded. "I can't!" he said. "She's protecting me! You can't talk to her when she's like that!" "Vega!" Andromeda said. "Take it down! Bella, don't you dare!" But she was too late. Bellatrix had turned to her younger with a glare. She took in the younger girl's form. She was using magic that was a bit beyond her level...and it was taking a toll on her. Blood ran from her nose and her grey eyes took on a glossy appearance. "Look at you." Bella sneered. "You're not even worth the air. Perhaps, I should just rid us all of you now. You can join your dirty blood traitor parents! Dear old dead mummy and daddy!” "Sirius..." Andromeda whispered in horror. "Someone get the headmaster! Go! Somebody get some help!" Several beams of light and red sparks were shot into the air to alert the staff while other students ran for help. "Bellatrix! No!" Andromeda stared at her sister. She knew that look. Bella thrived on power. She thrived on having something's life in the palm of her hands. She was the child who set ant hills on fire. She was the child who choked frogs until they stopped moving. She was dark...and she loved seeing the light leave things. She could see now that she planned to do the same to Vega. Bella raised her wand, "Good bye, cousin." Vega struggled to her feet but she stood as tall as she could. She'd be damned if she let Bella take her on her knees. She'd give it all she had....even if it killed her. "Avada Kedavr-" "Expecto Patronum!" A beam of silver exploded from Vega’s wand.

“You got it, love.” she heard her father’s voice in her ear causing tears to well up.

“Show ‘em what we’re made of, babydoll.” her mother’s voice in her other ear.

Vega pushed the last bit of magic she had into the spell and an enormous horse erupted from the tip of Vega’s wand and charged forward.

It reared up over Bella's stunned form that had been blown backwards onto her back.

The magnificent creature let out a powerful sound as it stood over the shaking second year's form. "I'm sorry!" Bella cried. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please don't- please don't!" Vega struggled to stand as she concentrated on the magic she'd just performed. It was far too advanced for her to even attempt and yet somehow she'd managed to do it. But it had taken every last bit she had left. As she collapsed, the horse vanished, the barrier broke and a rush of feet surrounded both the girls. The last thing Vega heard before she lost consciousness was, "That's impossible. A first year has never been able to perform a barrier spell that solid." "Barrier? Are you blind? She just produced a full formed patronus! This is amazing! My sister is amazing!"

“Not your sister. Your cousin.”

“Oh fuck off! That’s my baby sister! My fucking amazing, badass, queen of a baby sister! This is fucking wicked!” "Mr. Potter take Mr. Black to the Gryffindor common room immediately!" It made her smile a bit Sirius’ ability to be an absolute dork at the worst possible moment. It was that thought that let her slip into the darkness peacefully while the whispers ignited around her.

Vega Black.

Not the Feisty First Year.

The Fearless First Year.

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Chapter Four

Chapter Six Coming Soon

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Hello my lovelies!

Woooo child! We got some friction! How do we feel about Vega fiesty retaliation? I’d love to hear from you!

Here is another rewrite of a previous work of mine that I had on Mibba! I did a bit of reworking on the character, her name and her backstory because I just felt like she deserved more! I would love to know what you think of little Vega!

So please comment, reblog with thoughts and/or smash the ask box! I do so love hearing from you my loves!

Love,

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chiptunecookie · 4 years

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11/11/11 Tag Game

Thanks to @michaelbjorkwrites for the tag. I can’t find the original list, so I’m going to answer the same questions.

1. Do you have a favorite OC?

I have two that I can’t decide between. There’s Saphren, a severely OP OC that I’ve developed over many years of writing snippets both mentally and digitally. Saphren is an anthropomorphic canine with ridiculous cosmic powers who is in love with a mortal cursed with immunity to all forms of decay, including time. She’s actually a Guardian of many of my fictional worlds, something like an anti-Galactus but slightly more ridiculously powerful. However, she can only exercise said powers when she’s abiding by the Universal Law of Balance, and correcting said balance. So, if she can’t actually super-fight, she knows she messed up somewhere. Second is Samma Dawn, a Witch-Kin servant of Goddess Emelis, the First Mother (basically my Gaia stand-in for a world I’ve been developing called Minera). Samma can commune with flora and fauna, make bonds with both and even manipulate them directly if necessary. Samma is dutiful, somewhat aloof and often puts Nature above all else, leaving a bitter taste for many who meet him, but he is honest, and does care deeply for other peoples who take the time to understand his values and choices.

2. Which WIP has changed the most? Why?

Probably my most recent one concerning a retelling of a popular fairy tale, because I’m just not sure how to start it, what exactly I want to say about it, and I’ve been stuck in outline phase for a dog’s age because of college.

3. Do you enjoy worldbuilding? Do you consider yourself good at it?

Without a doubt I love WorldBuilding (TM). Worldbuilding is probably my favorite part of the big picture. As for good at it?.. I’m confident in my ability to spitball a believable world. When it comes time for details, like religions or culture, I’m someone who tends to take less inspiration from specific things, and I just look at broad categories. Like, I’ll look at a bunch of cultures that hold some specific animal(s) sacred and find similarities to build off of, rather than make a direct/potential analogue with ten different details and a new name.

4. Have you ever made a conlang/fictional language for a WIP?

Yes and no. I made a cipher language with translation rules, which ended up being far too specific and I kept losing track of how to substitute my vowels... So I didn’t get far. It was a fun experiment, and I was inspired to do it by StarFox Adventure’s cipher.

5. Do you like to keep faceclaims of your OCs? Do you find them online or draw them yourself?

Technically yes... I have a very vivid idea of what Saphren looks like, because I simply associate an old Furcadia (uwu bois) portrait from my favorite map to her face. As for Samma, I’ve never had him drawn, and I cannot draw myself, so his face is very close to mine in my head, but if I described it, it’d be so different in your own that I don’t really think it’s terribly important.

6. Has anyone ever made any fanfic or fan art for you?

No, no. I haven’t posted anything worth it, to be fair.

7. Who is your writing buddy/confidant you always come to about your work?

Probably my wife. She usually reads everything I write before anyone else. As for the process itself, I’ve been very private about stuff that either isn’t finished or is just literally fanfiction of my own that I write as a self-indulgence because sometimes I want to go to a magical horse world without war and politics.

8. Big or small cast?

Medium. I prefer to have a cast of five to seven. Some people say seven is big, but I think nine and up is big, personally. Now, I usually split this up into Big P(rotagonist), Direct Support (1-2 aka sidekicks), Main Party (Includes previous, 2-5), Narrative Support (2-4 depends on many things, and can change members), and Just For This Scene (because we pass people every day that contribute but never become important).

9. Were any of your characters inspired by others you saw or read about?

Saphren’s love interest mentioned above, Lord Harken, is based on the Dunedain from Middle Earth as far as his lore is concerned; he came from a medieval world originally, but since he’s immune to decay, he got to watch it develop into a space-faring one, and eventually got a ship of his own. I had a character somewhat based on Inuyasha at one point, though he wasn’t a demon originally. His name is Taka, or at least that’s what he calls himself as even I can’t remember if that’s his real name or not. His younger brother was killed in a mercenary raid of their village. The two were orphans even before this, so Taka was furious, walked to the gates of Hell and even beat one of Hell’s jailors at a chance game for his brother’s soul. Dimone, the Demon Avatar of Wrath, took notice and told Taka that if he would eat a Pale Apple from the tree within Lucifer’s Crater, he could always protect his brother. Taka did so, and was cursed with a dark seed that basically turned him into a killing machine any time his brother was threatened, Taka got angry, or someone did something immoral and Taka found out about it. Dimone tricked Taka into being a soul harvester, essentially. He gets better, but his journey was not a happy one. His brother outgrew him and died peacefully, and Taka’s one comfort was that his brother always understood and stood by Taka, so at least neither was truly alone.

10. Favorite trope(s)?

So many... World of Cardboard Speeches are something I love. Even Evil Has Standards usually makes for some interesting depth or hilarious bits. Our (Insert thing here) Is/Are Different is one of my favorites. Crouching Moron/Hidden Badass is so much fun to play with. I think the crowning trope for me though is probably Refusal of The Call. It’s almost cliche these days, but it’s not just yet because there’s also so many Jumped At The Call stories/games that when the “Hero” is just like, “Nah, I’m good” I always want to see what circumstances arise that either light the fire or changes the course. It’s great when done well.

11. How do you waste time not writing?

Minecraft, but at the same time, Minecraft has inspired me so much. The open world becomes a story in and of itself for me personally. Minecraft inspired me to create the world of Minera, and Minera is based on Minecraft as an environment with many of my favorite mods being the basis for the rest of the world; its magic, its peoples, its history, everything. I absolutely adore the game and everything it has given me, done for me, and in some dark places in my life kept me from doing.

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trash-by-trash · 5 years

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The Puppet Master (Ch. 1)

A/N: Thank you to @sanderssidesfanfiction for hosting the reverse big bang, and to @lowkey-logicality for their beautiful drawing that this story is based on. I will be posting this in chapters over the next few days as I am currently kind of busy with things to sit down and have a posting spree. Sorry about that.

Ships/Pairings: None

Word Count: 3282

Warnings: Nothing much other than a mention of what can be read as a panic attack, as well as Deceit.

Roman entered the kitchen, beaming brightly at the exhausted faces around the dining table. He wished them all a fantastic morning in a booming, regal voice and was met by the finger and a few mutters and curses about how mornings are never good. He opened the fridge to look for something to eat as he chatted on and on about his newest project and how he had seen a few show audition posters and was thinking about pushing Thomas to go.

“So, how did you sleep, Fall Out Boys?” Roman asked, picking a strawberry yogurt and looking around in the cabinets for a plastic spoon. Virgil glared at him, rubbing his eyes tiredly. Logan gave Roman a look as he took a huge sip of his coffee. “I’ll take a guess. Not well.” He chuckled, finally finding a spoon after the third cabinet, and pulled a chair to sit at the table. “Everything's normal, then. So, Lo, what caused you to defy all sense of, well, you, and stay up for the hundredth time in a row?” Logan rolled his eyes, grabbing his mug with both hands and getting up from the table.

“Someone has to do work around here, and it seems clear that it won’t be you. In fact,” He tipped the coffee maker and watched the dark liquid pour out. “Thomas has an appointment with Joan today to work on a few scripts for upcoming videos. Our series, as usual. The topic of a new scripted series, of which I am sure you are aware of, may arise, so be wary of it. I suggest, Roman, that you get right to it because I am about to head upstairs and take a break.” Roman shuddered as Logan drank the coffee black, hating even the thought of it.

“To nap?”

“To read.”

“Of course you are.” Logan gave Roman another look. “Hey, look, I’m not saying reading ain’t great and all, as a book nerd myself, I am all for it, but you should probably get some sleep now that you have the time.” Logan rolled his eyes once more and turned to head to his room.

“Remember the appointment with Joan.” He shouted before he raced up the stairs.

“Logan, it's not an appointment, they’re our- oh, whatever.” Roman turned to Virgil, who had laid his face down on the table, eyes closed. Roman poked his left cheek to see if he had fallen asleep, which he most likely hadn’t, but he had to check. His eyes flickered open and he groaned as he got up and rubbed his eyes again. Roman gave him a small smile.

“So...Virgil. Y’know I hate to do these things alone.” He smiled wider as Virgil groaned but nodded nonetheless. Roman cheered and was quick to abandon his yogurt and hug Virgil fiercely. “Thank you so much, Virgil!! This is why I love you, you are the greatest friend ever.”

“Yes, you are so lucky to have me. Now, shut up.” Virgil responded, leaning into the hug, shutting his eyes again.

“I am the luckiest man alive, you’re right. Now, c’mon, Thomas and Joan probably started already.” Virgil rolled his eyes.

“Knowing them, they probably planned on doing it now, got impatient, and stayed up late doing it.” Roman laughed, pulling on Virgil’s jacket sleeve like a five-year-old, repeatedly saying that they had to go. “Okay, okay, fine. Lets go, dumbass son.”

“Thank you, mom.” Roman held Virgil’s hand the entire way to Romans room, rambling on about how excited he was about the new series and how he definitely thought it would be the newest, greatest hit. Virgil smiled, looking at Roman’s giddy face.

“You say that about everything, Sanders Sides included.” Virgil didn’t know how it was even possible, but Roman smiled brighter.

“And I was right! At least with that one.” He giggled, leaning over to twist the door gold door handle. “Ready?” Roman said, turning to Virgil. Virgil rolled his eyes for maybe the dozenth time since he woke up a few hours earlier.

“Dude, I’ve been to your room before. I think I can deal with it.”

“Yeah, but you know how my room works and I don’t want to scare ya...” Roman whispered, trailing off towards the end. Virgil gave him a small reassuring slight grin. “Okay then.” He tightened his grip on Virgil’s hand and opened the door. Virgil shut his eyes tight as the bright light filled the hallway. They both shuffled in, Roman pulling on Virgil’s hand, before Roman sunk them both out. Virgil opened his eyes, rubbing them again, finding himself in Thomas’ living room.

“Just watching over?”

“Just watching over,” Roman said, letting go of the others hand and sitting on the arm of the couch, looking over Thomas’ shoulder to look at the laptop in his lap. Virgil sat on the other side of the couch, pulling his knees to his chin and wrapping his arms around himself. He watched as Roman muttered small comments every now and then when they wrote something. Sometimes Joan would mention something, and Romans eyes would light up and he would laugh and shout “put that in.” Virgil rested against the arm of the couch, closing his eyes, smiling slightly as he heard Roman exclaim. He didn’t know how long they were there, if he were, to be honest, but it felt as if he had only been asleep for a few minutes before he felt Roman’s hand on his shoulder shaking him awake.

“You done already?” He muttered, rubbing his eyes, noticing that they were in Roman’s room rather than the living room. Roman’s room worked in an odd way differing from the others room. Due to him being the one who controls creativity, his room wasn’t a specific place. It could be Thomas’ living room, his bedroom, or the kitchen. It was like a portal to a magical world that only Roman could control. In there, he could view over Thomas working on projects, provide his comments (as his creative side), and leave, and Thomas wouldn’t even realize he was there. He would just think it was the thoughts in his mind (he wasn’t wrong). It was honestly such a Roman thing to have and do. Virgil laid down again, closing his eyes but not falling asleep. He felt a bounce of the bed right next to him as Roman sat down. Roman pushed himself back against the pillow, taking out his phone. He scrolled through his apps, making a sound of delight when he found the one he wanted. It was clear he was reading a story when at one point Roman put his phone face down on the bed, shoved a pink pillow in his face and screamed into it. Virgil got up, staring at Roman with a look of confusion as he muttered “omigod” to himself several times while picking his phone up and putting down over and over again. He shoved the pillow back into his face, causing Virgil to laugh.

Roman looked at Virgil, surprised and slightly confused before he realized what he was laughing at and blushed slightly. “This story is just so good, it's called Romeo and Julio. I love all these characters as if they were my own, they are all absolute dorks, like, one likes his best friend, but he doesn’t want to tell him because he’s scared, but like, his friend likes him, too, and they’re just dorks, and I don’t know how I always fall for these stories, but I do.” He finally picked up his phone and clutched it close to his chest. “I am a sucker for romance, as I am a hopeless romantic myself, after all,” Roman said, turning to Virgil and shooting him a soft smile. Virgil rolled his eyes and laid back down, clutching a stuffed bunny. He lifted it to get a better look at it and smiled.

“Hey, Roman, isn’t this Mrs. Fluffybottom?” Roman laughed, face flushed, in response.

“Yeah, she is, ” He reached for the bunny (Virgil gladly obliged ) and pulling her close. “I don’t think I could sleep without her. I’m like Patton in that sense, I guess. I tend to hoard things I like. For example,” He waved his hand around to point at the walls of his room. “All these pictures and posters, drawings from when Thomas was younger, AKA before we realized we couldn’t draw, I have ‘em hung up right here. Of course, not all of them or as many as I’d like, Patton has those, but it's enough.”

Roman turned to Virgil for a second before he got off the bed and reached his arm out to the wall, plucking one of the pictures off of it, bringing it back. It was a picture of Thomas and his friends during their first pride. He can still remember the giddy feeling that he wasn’t alone. Patton had cried a lot that day, and none of them could lie, they all shed some tears as well. Virgil smiled, looking back and forth from the image to Roman. “Our boy has come so far, hasn’t he? The hair, too, I hated his hair.” He said, lifting a hand to his hair, the purple dye vibrant, and pushing it out of his eyes. Roman smiled, ruffling Virgil’s hair up despite his protests. Virgil groaned, rolling his eyes before he did the same to Roman out of spite.

“Virgil, my hair, how could you?” Roman huffed, grinning anyway. Virgil smiled back, turning back to the image.

“I’m..really proud of where we are right now, regardless of what I may say or what thought I may generate,” Virgil turned to look Roman in the eye, sincerity clear. “Remember that I’m still pretty freaking proud of you. All of you guys. You’re pretty lit.” They both sat, staring at each other for a while before Roman said something in response.

“You aren’t too shabby, yourself.”

“Shaggy? You mean our lord and savior?”

“Oh my gosh, Virgil, I tried to make this a nice sentimental moment, but you ruined it.” Virgil laughed out loud, dramatically laying his head in Roman’s lap, letting him play with his hair. “I hate you, dork.”

“Aw, you know you simply adore me, Prince Charming.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Virgil.” Virgil raised an eyebrow, causing Roman to roll his eyes and huff. “Okay, okay, flattery will get you some places, but it simply cannot win my affections.”

“Roman, you are literally playing with my hair at this very instant.”

“Your point is?” Roman retorted, trying to play off a serious face before hiding his beaming face. They both teased each other some more and started talking about the script that day, some new videos that they had seen, and general life stuff. Neither knew how long they were talking, but soon enough it was around dinner time and Logan sent a text saying that Patton was calling them down for dinner. Roman sent him a “<3 thx nerd” before he told Virgil and held his hand in his before he dissolved the room and hurried to open the door before the headache from the brightness. They both raced each other down the stairs, heading to the dining room. When they stepped in, Patton turned around a lasagna dish in hand.

“Hi, kiddos! I hope you’re hungry, cause it's Thursday, which means it's pasta and pizza night. I made a salad, too, cause Thomas is trying to eat healthier and I want to support him with the right mindset.” He placed the tray down on the table, running back to the oven to take out the pizza.

“Ah yes, pizza and pasta, the healthiest cuisine you can find,” Virgil commented, leaning against the counter, messing around with the strings of his hoodie.

Patton either ignored or didn’t hear Virgil’s comment, because he continued to set the table without response. “Roman, hon, can you get the salad from the counter, please?” Roman nodded in return and stepped over to the counter and reached for the salad bowl, grabbing the lemonade while he was at it. Logan and Virgil had already pulled out their chairs and sat down. Patton carefully placed the pizza in the middle of the table next to the fruit bowl, shouting something about being careful as it was hot while he went to get the plates and utensils. He finally took his seat next to Virgil and across from Logan.

“So, fellas, I guess just kinda get what you wanna eat.” Patton shrugged, placing a slice of the pizza, lasagna, and some salad on his plate. Each of them picked what they wanted and ate in comfortable silence. Sometimes one would ask the other to pass something, but otherwise, none of them said anything. Finally, Roman finished eating, stood up to wash his plate, and broke the silence.

“Well, I am now definitely full. Thank you for the food Patton, it was delicious. If any of you guys will need me, I will be somewhere in my room. Just text me if y’all want in as well.” Roman said, grabbing the towel and drying his plate. He put it back in the cabinet and headed out to the stairs, waving goodbye. The others waved back and continued eating before Patton spoke up.

“So, how was your day, guys?” He asked, waving his fork around. Virgil shrugged and Logan finished his bite and put his fork down.

“It was alright. I caught up on a few chapters of my current story, and it is honestly frustrating how the two main characters cannot realize that they both share mutual romantic emotions. It’s such an overused trope, but I can’t help but getting attached to them.” He held his cup to pour the lemonade into it, and took a sip of it.

“Hey, does it happen to be called Romeo and Julio? Roman was talking about it earlier. It seems nifty, I may check it out.” Virgil asked.

“Unfortunately, you are not the only one that Roman has told. I read the first few chapters with him, and I found it interesting how the story of Romeo and Juliet is told in the eyes of this author. It is great, and I can’t help but continue reading it.”

“Aw, isn’t that snazzy? What is it about, Lo?”

“There is a boy named Romeo and one named Julio, as the title tells, and they meet when they are paired for a school assignment together. It starts off as a basic romantic story, they dislike each other immensely until friendship starts and feelings arise. I find it...interesting.” Logan responded, finishing his lemonade and placing the cup on his empty plate. “Well, thank you, Patton, for the meal.” He got up from the table, placing the cup and plate in the sink, washed it, and left. Patton turned to Virgil, who still had food on his plate.

“Wanna go watch Tangled after your finished eating?” He asked.

“Sure, why not?”

Roman ignored the brightness as he brought the library, opening his eyes slowly as it formed. He breathed in a deep breath, glancing around the room. It was on the small side, being around the size of a really big walk-in closet. From his knowledge, all four of the sides fit in there, but it didn’t mean he recommended it, as it was a tight fit. He barely had to reach out to be able to touch the books. The bookshelves were full of books, from fantasy to thriller, and each reached from the floor to the ceiling. They were all, in some way, stories that Thomas had read throughout the years that Logan let him keep. Not all of them were actual books, and not all of them were good, but it was alright. It kept Roman entertained on really boring days.

He looked through the selection of books, seeing if there was anything new. He already knew there wouldn’t be; nothing gets into his realm without him knowing. Finally, he picked a book that he had read so many times it was falling slightly falling apart. Only slightly. Okay, that was a total lie, he had had to remake it many times, and even then, he still had to be careful while opening it. Roman held his book gingerly, holding it tight when the room disappeared under his feet, expecting the bright light to replace it, but it didn’t. Instead, it was a different room, a place he had never been in.

Roman observed this odd place he now found himself, the walls almost a black with white trim. There was little lighting, but he couldn’t place where it came from. The room, which was no bigger than the library was, most likely smaller than that, only had one thing; a door. It looked fairly normal, a yellow wooden door...until you looked down at the doorknob. Roman leaned down to look at it, or rather, leaned down as much as possible in such a small room. The handle was shaped like a hand that was extended for a handshake. The hand had a glove over it, a yellow glove. A yellow rubber glove, that is.

“Looks like someone’s hand modeling for a dish soap ad,” Roman muttered under his breath, poking the hand. It didn’t move.

He poked it again.

The same results.

Feeling a sense of security, he hesitantly grabbed the hand as if to shake it, and pulled on the door. The door wouldn’t budge. He pulled harder, starting to get frustrated that the door didn’t move even the slightest. After a few minutes of yanking at the door hand-le, Roman noticed something passed under the door. His heart stopped. Crouching down, he picked up an envelope, thin and black. His hand was shaking as he stuck his finger underneath the flap, carefully prying it off of the bottom flap. Roman gently pulled out the letter from the envelope, feeling his breath shorten. What on earth was going on? The letter was a clean cut, peach, and had only four words written on it in a white curly font, each barely legible but big enough to be understood.

‘Is it a deal?’

Roman felt panic crawling it's way up his throat, and if this was a normal situation, he would jokingly blame Virgil. But this wasn’t a normal situation, it was terrifying, and he couldn’t get out of it even if it was his room, his realm, and out of all things, that's what scared him most. If he wasn’t so lost in his thoughts, he wouldn’t have noticed that the walls started closing in until he felt the wall to the right against his arm. Frightened, he screamed, noticing it wasn’t the only wall closing in. He grabbed the hand again, pulling on it with all his strength, feeling his heart race as the walls closed in more and more. Was this just his imagination, or was this actually happening? What was happening? Why didn’t the door just move?!

Roman felt a jolt, and glanced back down towards the letter, reading the words once more. A deal? Like a handshake? At this point, he didn’t care, he just wanted to get out of there. He ignored all the parts of him screaming that he knew exactly where this was heading, as a storyteller himself, he knew, but at this point what else could he do? Roman shook the door handle, feeling his tears dry as a bright light filled what was left of the room, his eyes burning.

“Salutations, Roman. I’ve been expecting you.”

(Next Chapter)

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kiora006 · 6 years

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TAG 85 Thinggy... or something I dunno...

Tagged by @estrelarabyss

Rules: Answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people

LAST

•Drink - Caprisun Fruit Punch

•Phone Call – My cutest little cousin you’ll ever see

•Text message - My Creator [Mother]

•Song You Listened To – BAKUROCK

•Time You Cried – The other day thinking how beautiful Sonya from Fire Emblem is. [Jk I never cry [[ Jk I can’t remember, probably when talking about being useful]]]

EVER

•Dated Someone Twice? – Well I’m sure I’ve marked more than 2 days on my calendar. Different months. When I get called to work. [Calendar jk]

•Kissed Someone and Regretted It – It was slobbery but honestly, she kissed from the heart, she’s like that, always happy and makes her clumsy. She’s the cutest. [Dog accidentally licked my face]

•Been Cheated On – That one time... when my “partner”... was using 3DS cheats on Monster Hunter and never told me and I was FOOLISHLY DEFENDIG THEM. DESPICABLE. PLAY A GAME WITH HONOR DAMMIT, EVEN IF YOU SUCK. Suck at it with STYLE. God I hate Monster Hunter.

•Lost Someone Special - Yes... thank you for everything... Kaori Miyazono.

•Been Depressed – Absolutely.

•Gotten Drunk and Thrown Up - Hmm... maybe if I drink enough Caprisun. For that second one, Put me on a tournament or something involving what I’m passionate about, and you’ll find me kneeling over the toilet at 5AM easily.

FAVE COLORS

•Blue

•Yellow

•Red

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU...

•Made New Friends – ... IM TRYING OK.

•Fallen Out of Love - Adios Erza Scarlet.

•Laughed Until you Cried – Until it hurts on the pit of my stomach because I never cry [jk]

•Found Out Someone Was Talking About You – Apparently I have and they seem to be pleasant for someone bitter and lonely as I. Go figure.

•Met Someone Who Changed You – I’ll never forget that doctor that actually took my depression as a medical problem and talked to me about it.

•Found Out Who Your Friends Are - Haha usually it feels like only 1 remained, the others are FOR MY FB COLLECTION MUAHAHAHA- [Jk, I casually chat with a few... maybe 2.]

•Kissed Someone on Your Facebook Friends List - My Creator [mother] demands a kiss before bedtime. She so fluffy.

GENERAL

•How Many of Your Facebook Friends do You Know IRL – I try to at least meet them before accepting them. Only a few selected and choosen ones have the privilege of viewing my quality shared memes, and my work.

•Do You Have Any Pets - Musashi. My cutest pure mutt breed doggo ❤️

•Do You Want to Change Your Name - Both my creators bestowed this name upon me, so I shall carry it until the end... even if it’s too long for a signature and somehow I get it wrong...????? [I do like to simplify it with a pen name when it comes to my work though. Don’t want people finding out what I do].

•What Did You do For Your Last Birthday – Survive post hurricane apocalypse the right way... DRAWING.

•What Time Did You Wake up Today – 8AM

•What Were You Doing at Midnightlast Night – Um excuse me? Who are YOU to ask how I spend my nights- watching Overwatch content.

•What is Something You Can’t Wait For - For Hayashibara Megumi to give me a call so we can do a duet and eat food afterwards. [Jk I can’t wait for the Lion King remake to PLEASE DO JUSTICE on the hyenas or at least good representation]

•What Are You Listening to Right Now – Monochrome Rainbow by Tommy Heavenly with Untold Stories of the ER on the background.

•Have You Ever Talked to a Person Named Tom – Probably but tell me about Carlos or Luis and I can make an endless list.

•Something Thats Getting On Your Nerves – MONSTER BLOODY HUNTER AND THE HAPPINESS OF MY SO CALLED “PARTNER” [Jk don’t get this the wrong way, but they certainly are a bit of an annoyance to me]

•Most Visited Website - The cursed Trinity of FB, Tumblr and Twitter.

•Hair Colour – VERY dark Brown.

•Long or Short Hair – I wanna cut it... less hair the better.

•Do you Have a Crush on Someone – [Why is Kashima so cute...?]

•What Do You Like About Yourself – Not easily impressed. I use it to try and get people to do even better.

This is a personal one but, If I get jealous with an artist, I doesn’t fule envy, instead I use it to try to better my work. A one sided rivalry.

Oh I’m also gifted in the art of ruining romantic moods so hit me up for a wedding y’all.

•Want Any Piercings? – And be a nuisance to the airport security? Don’t think so.

•Blood Type – In a letter between A to Z

•Nicknames – Depends... I go by two names with fam and when I’m outside. I can pass by with two identities MUAHAHAHAH

•Relationship Status - This question is so stale at this point.

•Zodiac - I’ll humor you this once, Scorpio.

•Pronouns - I genuinely don’t care. Call me a dude helicopter bro if ya want.

•Fave TV Shows – The Amazing World of Gumball, Pokemon, and a few others.

•Tattoos – Nah, kinda overrated a bit. I do admire the creativity in designs though.

•Right or Left Handed - DONT CALL ME OUT LIKE THIS, THE DREAM IS TO BE AMBIDEXTROUS BUT IM STUCK WITH THE UNBRIGHTLY COMMON RIGHT HAND

•Ever Had Surgery - Hasn’t been required at least.

•Piercings – Regular. Earrings. Nothing more kiddos.

•Sport – I love em but unfortunately I’m not meant for physical activity.

•Drinking – That fruit punch caprisun and bottle of water I had were fantastic. 10/10 would drink again.

•I’m About to Watch – GEKKAN SHOJO NOZAKI KUN

•Waiting For – This questionnaire to be finally over. Oh and maybe my will to draw to come back, that’d be great.

•Want - Sleep.

•Get Married – That’s for me alone to know.

•Career – An unfortunate artistic soul with a side of part time test center administrator.

WHICH IS BETTER

•Hugs or Kisses - Neither. They’re both hard to draw.

•Lips or Eyes - Eyes. They can be fun to draw.

•Shorter or Taller - In between. Drawing proportions can be troublesome.

•Older or Younger - Around young adults. It’s the most common thing to draw.

•Nice Arms or Stomach - Is this the part I admit I admire the human body in general? It’s a very interesting art study subject.

•Hookup or Relationship - This isn’t even in my vocabulary.

•Troublemaker or Hesitant - A troublemaker that’s miss understood... it’d make for writing and interesting character. *nods *nods

HAVE YOU EVER

•Kissed a Stranger - Who in blazes is this questionare taking me for.

•Drank Hard Liquor - I think ya ran out of questions at this point.

•Lost Glasses - They are my life. I must NOT

•Turned Someone Down - Yes. I couldn’t accept that sandwich with tomatoes. I’m sorry for failing you cheff.

•Sex on First Date - I can’t express how much no is on this single question.

•Broken Someones Heart - That’s what they get for falling for someone who didn’t want anything more than friendship.

•Had Your Heart Broken - I expected so much from Princess Mononoke. Such a shame.

•Been Arrested - I got sent to my room a few times. That counts right?

•Cried When Someone Died - I never cry [.......*sobs for Kaori]

•Fallen for a Friend - Well I one time... tripped on a friend’s leg. That sure hurt as hell.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN

•Yourself – They all keep telling me to do so. So I’m gonna keep making sarcastic and fake ego jokes until I sart believing it.

•Miracles - Whoah this got very personal all of a sudden

•Love at First Sight – I remember it... when I layed my eyes on her... I knew... she was the one... I WILL NEVER FORSAKE WHEN I SAW LUCINA FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THAT SSB4 TRAILER

•Santa Claus - I never believed in him.

•Kiss on a First Date - Ya first gotta find a date. Once ya got one, establish dominance. You have your space, I have mine. Don’t you dare come near me.

•Angels - Sure.

OTHER

•Best Friend’s Name - CLASIFIED

•Eye Colour – Brown

•Fave Movie - Lion King.

•Fave Actor – I dunno, Chris Pratt? Oh! And Amy Poehler, she’s pretty rad.

I was half asleep finishing up answering these so I dunno what I typed on half of these so excuse me.

I tag @jessicarocket @velvetviolence @sonansu @azumarocket

And whatever orher individual... I’m tired.

#kimtext #tag game #tag meme

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