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luna-is-lost · 2 months

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UNDERWELCOMED

Part 12

Sans POV:

“Umm… S-Sans?” My brother shifted uncomfortably as he spoke. “what’s up?” He looked more nervous as I spoke… Why though… Did I do something wrong… did he forget something or… someone… “W-Well, I Was… Wondering… uh… Where Did We… umm… Live? Like B-Before Here?… “…” “…” I could feel the corners of my mouth tilt down as I spoke. Subconsciously trying to keep my chill, laidback demeanor. “why’s it matter? someone talkin’ about it?” He wrung his hands as he avoided my eyes. “Uhh… Well No… I Was J-Just Wondering,” his voice lost volume as he spoke, “ Because… I… ummm… N-Never mind… It’s Not I-Important…. Sorry…” “paps, i… i’m sorry, didn’t mean it like ‘that’.” “It’s Fine… I Just… thought maybe I would remember something if I learned about the past…” He quieted to an almost whisper… I dislike the thought of telling Papyrus more of our years of captivity… but he… he deserves the truth… Plus, it’s worth it for him to remember. How could I describe what it was like to him, though? He’s always seen things differently than me… Maybe I could…” heya, bro” He looked at me hopefully. “ Yes, Sans?” “why don’t i show you” “Really?!” He smiled, though it looked slightly painful. “yeah, no skin off my bones” I shot him a joking smile and he shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. I tell him to hold on tight and teleport us… home.

☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ POV

There’s a zap of… magic! That can’t possibly be right, everyone’s gone! They all left after the player gave up… SO WHO WAS THAT?! Moving forward, I think they’re walking through Snowdin. Is that….

“here we are, home. this is snowdin.” “Wowie… It’s… Beautiful!” “yeah” “Sans, Look, I R-Remember That, That’s T-The Inn! The Nice Inn Keeper U-Used To Give M-Me Lollipops And Pats O-On The Head!” “that’s right, pap, i’m glad you remembered. let’s looks around, then we should go the the house.” “Sounds G-Good!”

… IT’S THEM?! THE SMILING TRASH BAG AND HIS IDIOT BROTHER?! Why are they here? Shouldn’t they be all happy and adventurous on the surface? WHERE THEY WON’T BE ANNOYING?! …And why is Papyrus being shown around Snowdin by his brother? I know he’s easily fooled, but he isn’t stupid… Unless…

heheheheh!

This’ll be SO much fun!

Sans POV:

Papyrus has been looking around Snowdin for about 45 minutes. It’s kinda weird to see him so enticed by things we’ve seen everyday for [] years… “Wowie, Sans! T-There’s So Much Stuff T-To Explore!” “yep” “Umm… C-Could We Look A-At Our Old House?” “yeah, of course bro.” Our house was only about a minute or so away… probably not enough to convince pap to let me take a short-cut, and I shouldn’t leave him by himself for now. “S-Sans, Did We Really Live Here?” He asks with tear in his eye sockets as soon as he sees the house. “yeah, go and check it out, all of our stuff is still there, haven’t been able to move in to the surface yet.” “A-Alright!” He swiftly opens the door and cautiously peaks inside before deciding it was safe and walking in. I’d be lying if I said being here didn’t make me feel better… At least we were safe… A shudder runs down my spine as I think, ‘were we ever truly safe with the possibility of a genocidal human falling down here without warning?’. I can’t help but feel almost envious that Papyrus still has that unending, undeniable sense of optimism. To find the good in the bad… I think that’s a bit too philosophical for me. Pap is curiously eyeing the impracticality of the sink’s height. I can help but feel almost normal as he looks around. “heya, once you’re done exploring down here, how about you look at your old room.” “Do Y-You Think I’ll R-Remember Something F-From Digging Through My-My Past?” “it’s a good a shot as any…” “O-Okay, Brother!” He drags me up the stairs like he’s done it a thousand times, and he has, he just doesn’t remember.

☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ POV

“Hehehehe!” The skeletons are busy looking around together, but sooner or later Smily will be gone and I can ‘help’ poor, credulous Papyrus! Out of the ‘goodness of my heart’ and all… “Sans! L-Look At T-Those Action Figures!” “i know, pretty cool right.” “Sans?” “yeah?” The lazy one yawns. “You L-Look R-Really Tired, Would You Like To N-Nap For A Bit? It’s like Papyrus can read my mind! Ha! This is going WAY better than expected! “yeah…” he unceremoniously lies on Papyrus’s bed and is out like a light. Leaving poor Papyrus to his own devices. I’ve never liked Snowdin all too well, the Earth is rather tough… Oh well, this is to PERFECT of an opportunity to pass up!

Papyrus’s POV:

A light knocking sound rings through the silent house, starting me as my brother rests peacefully. Sprinting down the stairs with more energy than the core itself… the core? Where in the underground did that come from… AM I REMEMBERING THINGS?!

That aside I open the door to see a small ✡︎☜︎☹︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎ ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎☼︎. “H-Hello… uh How C-Can I Help You?” It smiles a bit too wide before answering. “Howdy, Papyrus, I’m your best friend, ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎! Don’t you remember me?” I feel really guilty… “N-No, I uhh I Don’t, S-Sorry Friend…” He looks very disappointed… I’m a bad friend… “Oh… that’s so sad… you left me all alone and then forgot about me? I thought we were friends, Papyrus… I guess I should just leave-“ “-! Wait, W-We Can Still Be F-Friends! P-Please?” “Really?” ,His smile returns slightly, “ I think that’s a wonderful idea, we should hangout right now! I can even remind you of the past… Wouldn’t you like that?” I shift uncomfortably. Sans would NOT like me going with a stranger while he isn’t around, even if they claim to be my best friend… I’m not that gullible, and wouldn’t someone try to manipulate a monster you can barely remember their own name… I can only trust Undyne and Sans… Right? I mean… they didn’t really tell me much of my past… Sans seemed almost avoidant of it when I first asked. Still, this is dangerous, especially if ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ is working with the humans… IS THIS A TRAP! “Papyrus, I don’t have all day… don’t you want to spend time with me? I AM your best friend after all. Unless, you don’t trust me… “ W-Well, uh Friend, I F-Feel It Would Be A Poor Decision To Go With Someone Down Here Without Sans Knowing, Especially If I Don’t Know Or Remember Them…” “S-so we aren’t friends anymore…?” He sniffs before dropping sadly… I’m an awful friend, how could I betray someone like that… He’s been nothing but kind to me, and I can’t say that about many people… He also said he was alone, so… “W-Wait! I’m S-Sorry ☞︎☹︎⚐︎🕈︎☜︎✡︎ Please D-Don’t Go, If You Let Me Tell Sans B-Before We Go, Then It’ll Probably Be O-Okay!” He turns his head back up to look at me. “Friend… Sans doesn’t WANT you to remember, Why do you think he fell asleep when you wanted to keep looking around?”,How did he…,”He wants you to be easily confused and manipulated, they only saved you so you couldn’t give the humans information.” How does he know all of this… why do his words bother me so much? Have I always doubted that people love and want to protect me?… If so… “ A-Alright, I’ll Go With Y-You, But I N-Need To Be Home B-Before Sans Wakes U-Up.” “Okay, Papyrus! I’m so glad you chose to hang out with me! Follow me!” “O-Of Course, My F-Friend!”

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Sans POV:

Something’s wrong. I haven’t even opened my eyes yet, but I know something is wrong. “papyrus?” …silence… Papyrus isn’t in the room. Opening my eyes and half falling out of bed, I quickly realize… he isn’t even in the house. Taking a quick glance at the clock it tells me I’ve been asleep for almost 2 hours… That’s bad… How long has he been gone?!

“pap?!” I shout around Snowdin, teleporting or walking anywhere my brother could have run off to… I just hope he isn’t lost in the forest… That thing goes on forever… “papyrus?!” The world echos back his name, but nobody answers. …A painful scream shatters the world’s silence… “Papyrus?!” A vine throws my brother 10 feet in front of me. He opens his eyes blearily and begins to mumble. “papyrus?! what happened, where did you go?!” He struggles to breathe as I crouch in front of him. “S-Sans…-“ An awful cough interrupts him, “I… R-Remember… E-E-Everything…” He promptly passes out, leaving me to wonder what happened… “Heheheh! Hahaha! AHAHAHAHAH!!”…

FLOWEY?!

…Chapter 13 coming soon-ish…

#papyrus #undertale #underverse #sans #underwelcomed #angst #skelebros #memory loss #wing dings #flowey and papyrus #flowey

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 11 months

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Holi, espero que estés bien. Si quieres, claro ¿Podrías hacer que Marylin (laurel) y reader tuvieran una relación pero se termina porque te enteras de su plan de acabar con los excluidos, después de unos días ella te vea salir con alguien más y aún no acepte su rompimiento?

Hola!!! Eres la primera persona que me escribe en mi idioma natal, y eso mola mucho!!! Yo en Tumblr escribo en inglés para que todo el mundo pueda leerlo, pero si prefieres leerlo en español, puedes hacerlo AQUÍ. Muchas gracias por tu petición!! Espero que te guste!!! Cuídate mucho!!! :)

Translated request:

Hello, I hope you are well. If you want, of course, could you make Marylin (laurel) and reader have a relationship but it ends because you find out about her plan to finish the outcasts, after a few days she sees you dating someone else and she doesn't accept your breakup?

You can't hate me

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/ Laurel Gates x Fem, Teacher! Reader

Warnings: Angst love

Word count: 2,890

Summary: You know her, and she is not a murderer, she is your girlfriend, you have to be wrong, or so it’s that you like to think…

N/A: Requests are open!! Sorry if there is some delay answering them, work is an awful shit :( But I’m working every day on your requests to write them asap!!! Sorry about the language mistakes. I love you all!!!

“A house?” You asked amused, not believing your girlfriend's words at all.

Everything in Nevermore was beginning to be disturbing. A monster in the woods, a student in a coma, cover-ups...

At least you had her, you had Marilyn. She was the most innocent of your companions, a tender, sweet and affectionate woman. It didn't take much for you to love her, because she earned it every day. You were convinced that she was probably the woman you had been looking for for so long. You even declined an invitation to have dinner with a girl from the village who was apparently quite well known for her beauty.

You and Marilyn were walking around the academy when she unexpectedly told you that she had bought a house in that town.

“Yes, it was a real bargain. Although it is abandoned... Do you know the path that leads to the academy from Pilgrim World?” The redhead told you, with hope on her face. She told you that one day you would leave Nevermore and start a real life together, but you didn't think it would be so soon. The commitment was a little scary to you.

“Yes, I know… But there's only the old Gates mansion and… Wait.” You stopped walking, surprised by what you thought that meant. “Have you bought the Gates mansion?”

“Exactly,” she answered, sighing. “It had been abandoned for years, and it was reduced.”

“Uhh, just thinking about it gives me chills. Surely you don't know what happened to that family, right?” You said, creating a terrifying atmosphere. She looked away and made a strange face for a second.

“Well, I've heard some rumors. They didn't have much luck,” she told you, with a somehow broken tone, “sorry, such tragic stories make me sad.”

“That's because you're human, Marilyn. But don't feel sorry for them, they deserved it,” you said, taking her hand affectionately. The redhead nodded and faked a smile.

“Do you think someone deserves to die just for doing what they think is the right thing?” She asked, causing you to widen your eyes. You didn't used to talk about such philosophical things.

“Uoh, uoh, put the brakes on Socrates. I think I'm not ready for that kind of moral debates,” you said joking. “But what I am sure of is that if the right thing to do was to annihilate a group of people for a certain reason, they must not have been very right in the head…”

Marilyn looked at you and her expression relaxed, nodding slightly.

“You're right, (Y/N)…” She said with an almost inaudible voice. “I was wondering if you'd like to come with me to take a look at the house. You see, I want to reform it so that I can call it “home” one day.”

“Well, even though it's scary, it's probably much better than the rooms here, surely when I get out of here I'll need a good chiropractor,” you said jokingly, placing a hand on your back.

“It's just that the bed is too small for both of us…” she said, following your joke.

“I don't think that's why it is, I also like to sleep on the edge.”

Marilyn gave an adorable laugh and squeezed your hand hard.

“Will you accompany me tonight? The truth is that the place makes my hair stand on end,”she told you with some fear in her voice.

“Okay, but if the monster comes I'll run until I get to New York,” you said sarcastically.

You weren't some superhuman creature like a vampire, or a werewolf, you just had visions from time to time. If you had to face that horrible monster, you would have nothing to do.

The mansion doors creaked in a chilling manner. You couldn't help but look around. Now the house belonged to the nicest woman you knew, but something about that place gave you a bad feeling, and you were pretty good with forebodings.

“It looks like the Amityville house,” you said, contemplating the huge house that rose in the dark. The redhead laughed. Strangely she was very calm, and you knew her well enough to know that Marilyn wasn't exactly brave, or that she liked those kinds of places. You thought that anyone who bought a house should feel the same, after all it was hers, and with a little work, surely she managed to eliminate that terrifying aura that surrounded it.

“Don't worry, (Y/N). No one has died here, or at least that's what the real estate agent told me,” she told you, reassuring you while she put the key in the lock.

“It's still scary…” You muttered, glancing at the overgrown garden that surrounded the house. Marilyn looked at you and kissed you tenderly, running a hand over your cheek.

“Don't be afraid, honey, you're with me…” She whispered to you. You nodded, not quite sure that was any real comfort.

When the door opened, you peeked out timidly. Inside it was even worse. Your hands began to sweat, a sign that something was wrong. You swallowed and followed the redhead into the house. That there was electricity was clearly a plus. It was still a dark house, but at least it wasn't so dark.

“It's quite big,” you commented, looking at every detail.

“Of course, it is,” Marilyn said. “Too big for just one person.” Saying that, she winked at you and kept walking, entering what looked like an office. You smiled. Of course she was meaning what you thought she was meaning.

“That will have to be discussed, right?” You asked amused. She shook her head.

“When it's reformed you'll see that there's nothing to talk about,” she joked. “I need you to wait here for a moment. I have to check something in the garage.”

“Are you going to leave me here alone?” You asked scared. She shrugged her shoulders.

“I have read that this type of environment is ideal for rats. If you want to come with me….”

Rats terrified you. They were your worst phobia. You were definitely better off in that old office.

“Okay, okay, okay, I'd rather stay,” you said with a disgusted face.

“I thought so. If it's clear I'll come for you. I'm sure you like the car left behind by the previous owners.”

You nodded, as Marilyn grabbed what looked like some kind of rodent poison and headed out the door.

You sighed, trying not to get nervous. The office was intact, save for the obvious passage of time. On the wall was a large portrait of a family, the Gates, no doubt.

“I hope you don't mind that I'm here… Bunch of fanatics,” you hissed, remembering the terrible plan that family had for people like you.

There was something in that painting that looked familiar to you, but you didn't know what. You moved a little closer to take a closer look, and reached out your hand to brush away the cobwebs. Suddenly a dizziness shook your body, and you had an all too familiar feeling. Your legs wobbled and you fell to the ground, ready to receive a vision that surely would not be pleasant.

“Kill them all… Be a man!”

“She's too young, Ansel, you shouldn't talk to her like that….”

“Laurel is old enough to know that outcasts are scum….”

“Mom… Why has Garrett gone to heaven? Was he not happy with us?”

“Enough, Ansel! I have already lost a son…I don't want to lose our daughter too!”

“Don't tell me what to do! You are a coward, incapable of realizing that our son was murdered by those monsters, and they have to pay for it….”

“Oh, fuck!” You yelled as you opened your eyes. You were there, lying on the ground, and you had just had a rather disturbing vision. It was the Gates family, no doubt. Those horrible memories were accompanied by images, images of the monster, of the terrifying family, of Joseph Crackstone…. The last of them was a bookcase, which seemed to be in that same house.

“Shit, I knew it wasn't a good idea to come here…” You said getting up from the ground with somewhat blurred vision. “My goodness…”

Your eyes cleared and you leaned against a nearby table, trying to forget that horrible sight. But the problems were only beginning. The dim light in the office began to flicker.

“Oh no, what now?” You asked, looking for Marilyn with your eyes. Soon it was pitch black. The light that saved you from dying of terror disappeared. You immediately took out your phone and turned on the flashlight.

“Marilyn?” You asked on the air. There was no answer.

Your phone vibrated, making you jump in the air.

“(Y/N)?”

“Oh, thank God…” You sighed with relief when you heard your girlfriend's voice. “I'm in the dark.”

“I know. The fuse blew. You have to turn it on again.”

“Okay…Tell me where it is," you said, pointing the light towards the door.

“Leave the office and right in front you will find the library, on the wall at the back is the fuse box.”

“Okay, okay, here I go.”

You hung up the phone and left the office, trying to calm yourself down.

“Okay, okay, in front, it must be here,” you said to yourself. You entered the room, checking that at the end of it, there was the fuse box. You reached over and opened it, carefully lifting the switch. The power came back on and your heart rate returned to normal. You quickly searched for the light in that room and when you turned it on, you leaned against the wall, closing your eyes.

“Come on, (Y/N), you're 25 years old, you can't be such a coward,” you chided yourself. You pulled away and looked around you. You soon realized that there was something there that you had already seen. The bookshelf from your vision was in front of you.

Your curiosity was your weakness, and you went to the furniture observing every detail. It couldn't be a coincidence. Your visions were never a coincidence. You didn't see anything unusual at first, but a closer look made you realize something important.

“Why isn't there dust here?” You asked, looking at an ornament on the wood. It was evident that someone had touched it, as its twin on the other side was covered in the same layer of dust than the rest of the house.

Your instinct made you take your hand to that ornament, and as soon as you put it on it, it sank and the books that were there moved, as if they were a secret door.

What was behind that mechanism made your hair stand on end. It was an altar, but not just any, it was one dedicated to Joseph Crackstone.

“Disturbing...” You said, reaching your hand towards one of the candles that had been placed there. “This candle…”

A vision invaded your mind, but not so intense as to make you faint.

“No, it can't be…” You sighed, upset.

What you saw was something impossible. Marilyn, your dear Marilyn was there, lighting the candles and looking with great devotion at the image of that pilgrim. It didn't take you long to remember all the strange phrases the redhead had once said and the circumstances themselves, for a terrifying revelation to appear in your mind.

“She is… She is Laurel Gates,” you whispered, scared. In some way that you couldn't explain, you knew, but you had nothing to make you really think about it. You thought that this time your intuition was wrong, until that moment.

Marilyn was your girlfriend, you loved her, you loved her very much. Worse was not who she claimed to be. She was part of the most hated family at Nevermore, of the bigots who tried to kill all people like you. You couldn't tell her anything, you didn't dare. What you were also sure of is that you couldn't continue with her, your principles prevented you from doing so. The Gates were murderers, hate killed them all, and Laurel was probably up to no good.

You had to run away from there, and save your next move for later, or never.

Some days later…

“Okay, we'll see you there,” you said before hanging up the phone.

The following days were horrible. You decided on the strategy of ignorance. She was looking for you, she was calling you. But you didn't answer. Avoiding her was difficult, but she seemed to give up after a while. You never talked to her. You hadn't even officially broken up. Silence became your best ally, and your next step was to try to forget everything you felt for her.

That girl you turned down seemed receptive to meeting you. You didn't want to use anyone to forget, but starting to meet people was a good first step.

You made it to the cafeteria, still thinking about Laurel. She might be a Gates, but she was still the woman you were in love with. If you weren't distracted, you would end up going crazy, or falling into her intolerant arms.

“Hi, (Y/N), I'm glad you decided to go out with me,” that girl said. You just nodded, calling the waiter.

To your dismay, Laurel walked in there too and fixed her eyes on you, looking surprised and clearly angry. That made things very complicated. The redhead seemed to ignore you and she went to the counter.

“Hey, why did you change your mind? I thought you had a girlfriend.”

You turned, snapping out of your thoughts.

“Oh, well… Not anymore.”

You didn't talk much. When the tea arrived at your table you used it so you didn't have to say a word. You were in love with Laurel, and that couldn't change that fast.

“Are you alright?” The girl asked. You shook your head.

A little dizziness, followed by a terrible fatigue suddenly hit you. Your vision became blurry, and it didn't seem like any trance. You made a feint to get up from the table, but you fell to the ground with a crash. You couldn't make out the voices you heard before everything went black.

Your eyelids were heavy, but you began to feel conscious, taking in a familiar smell of dust and abandonment in your nose. You tried to move, but something in your wrists prevented you. You were tied up

You were able to open your eyes and you found yourself in what seemed to be a little boy's room, or a girl's in this case. The atmosphere was familiar. You were at the Gates mansion, and you weren't alone.

“Finally you wake up…” A familiar voice said.

Your vision cleared and your worst fears were confirmed. Marilyn, or Laurel, was sitting up in bed, looking at you with a disturbing expression.

“What are you doing? What have you done to me?” You asked, trying to get out of your bonds.

“Calm down, I just want to talk,” she said, her voice too relaxed.

“Well, I don't want to talk to you, Laurel. Yes, I know everything, I know who you are, and be thankful that I didn't want to find out what you're up to,” you said furiously.

“Honey... I'm the same woman as always...”

“No, that's not true. Since you were a little girl, you were raised to hate the marginalized… To hate us…”

“You are not like them, (Y/N). You are my girlfriend, and I love you,” she said, caressing your cheek. You moved violently.

“We're not girlfriends anymore, Laurel. I could never be with you. You are just like your family, just like Joseph Crackstone.”

“You and me know that this is not true.”

You shook your head, giving up. You couldn't let go of the bonds.

“Wait until I let go. Because I'm going to throw all the Jericho police on you,” you hissed, with tears in your eyes.

“You won't do anything. You love me. You would never do something like that,” she told you, running her hand through your hair.

“You're wrong.”

“You think so? Let's check it,” she said, taking a knife from the table. You stared at her in horror, until Laurel began to cut your bonds. You sighed as you felt free and rubbed your wrists. “Go ahead, (Y/N), go hand me over to the police. I promise I won't move from here.”

Her tone of voice was childish and wicked. You were determined to do it, but when you got out of bed, your feelings attacked you mercilessly. Happy memories of your relationship came to your mind, to make you feel weak and powerless. You couldn't hurt her. She was right.

“Come on, (Y/N). You are free,” she insisted.

Tears slipped down your cheeks as you turned to look at her. She got up and approached you with painful slowness. You grabbed her waist and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.

“You should be locked up…” you whispered, leaning your forehead against hers.

“But you don't want that...”

You didn't answer. You just leaned in to kiss her. It was an evil kiss that you knew was wrong. She was your enemy, but you couldn't help but love her, and want to live together in that house, whatever the consequences were.

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #laurel gates #ms thornhill #oneshot

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atomicsheepscientist · 3 months

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My dad has really high drug tolerance, but my mom has really low drug tolerance. Like, going into surgery my dad would need double dose of the anesthesia while my mom would need a half dose.

You would think this would even out to me having a normal drug tolerance, right? Eh, kinda. When I had surgery, there were no comments about my anesthesia being unusual. But, other drugs? It varies.

For coffee, the affects hit me right away, and then it's like I go through the entire caffeine affects in super speed. If I want to actually keep moving, I have to keep sipping the coffee or I crash. But I can't have more than a few sips or I start bouncing off the wall. Then I can't sleep for 12 hours while being too tired to do anything besides listen to my heart beat too fast.

Tea is different. More mellow, but still doesn't let me sleep for long after the effects should've worn off. And no, chamomile and similar traditional sleepy time teas do not help me fall asleep.

But Alcohol? Sure, I get tipsy fast, but I never get more than tipsy. I went out drinking with my dad and am more sober than him by the end of the night, despite being brand new to drinking and having almost as much as him.

Like, I metabolize drugs fast at first, then just kinda sit in my system? Doing just enough to keep me buzzed, but not much else.

I tried weed gummies a few times, and that did not go well. Very hard to describe. It was like I was everywhere and nowhere at once, and it hurt so much. Almost always ended with me passing out. Or in the one case I couldn't sleep, I was grumpily awake while halfway out of my mind and I hated it. No control. No relaxation. It started as a fun trip, but then it just wouldn't end even after the fun was over. Just dizziness and vague premonitions of the future that I forget by the morning. I really hate getting premonitions of the future. They are never helpful or understandable, or even noteworthy until they happen, and I get the most jarring case of dejavu. It sucks. Like looking into a mirror with a mirror behind you except they are both fun mirrors and you have a migrane. Fucking hate experiencing that psychic shit. I never feel in tune with any spiritual junk, so why should I get random visions that we know I'm going to ponder for maybe 5 seconds before ignoring? Which is hilarious because both my parents are spiritual people. My mom is a Wiccan and my dad is a philosopher. Though, I think dad likes to study spirituality more than experience it. Mom definitely claims to feel the effects of crystals tho. I think it's a problem with me being unable to let go of my control. Like, I often feel the need to be in control of everything, but especially my own mind. It makes it hard to enjoy things that are made to let you release control and just relax.

Oh, right, this post was about genetics and drugs. Uhh, don't do drugs kids? And if you do, overanalyze your experience so you can predict what will happen next time and prepare damage control. Start with small dosages so you know how you will react! And don't take a second dose if the first doesn't hit right away. Give it time. Sometimes, it will take an hour before you realize it is actually working. It probably started a half hour in, but you didn't realize because you were too focused on how it wasn't working yet.

And if your parents have very different reactions to drugs (caffeine is a drug btw); prepare for the worst, hope for the best, expect the unexpected.

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nanalikessurveys · 2 years

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What were you doing before you started taking this survey? I took another one. Do you live somewhere where it’s completely safe to walk alone at night? I wouldn’t say it’s completely safe anywhere in the world since there’s always a possibility of something bad happening you know. But generally speaking yes, it’s safe. Have you ever lived with someone who was a total slob? Noo. Would you rather be able to talk to animals or be fluent in every language? This is always a tough one, but maybe I’d rather talk to animals. Does your kitchen have a pantry? No.

Do you live below your means? Or do you spend every penny you have? I don’t have any major financial problems but sometimes for some reason I act like I have all the money in the world and spend way too much. What are some foods you enjoy cooking? I enjoy cooking oven baked-foods the most since I don’t like messing around with the stove that much.

Have you ever watched Battlestar Galactica? No. Can others often tell what you’re feeling by your facial expressions? I guess so, but I wouldn’t call myself super expressive though. Have you ever interviewed a job applicant at your workplace? No. Did you ever skip class when you were in school? If so, was there a particular class that you skipped the most? In middle school and the first year of high school yes. I was battling with anxiety and that restricted my life a lot. I couldn’t go to school at all in 9th grade so I had to be homeschooled for that year. Are you happy with the life you’re living? Not fully but I’ve been a lot worse. I wish I could go back like 2 years and tell myself that things do work out in the end. ^If no, why not? Are you taking any steps to improve things and be happier? I’m not fully happy because I still battle with my mental health which restricts my life in some ways. I can’t have a job right now and I have to study online from home. I’ve attented therapy for the past 7(?) years and it’s been a really long process but I’m slowly starting to get better. Have you ever gone over 3 months without shaving/waxing your legs? Yes, I’m naturally blonde so most of my body hair is really light and fine as well. No one can really see my leg hair unless they come really close to my legs lol. Are you high-maintenance? Nope. What was the last non-fiction book you read? It was a book about individual freedom by a finnish philosopher, Ruurik Holm. I read it because of my studies. Would you ever consider being a foster parent? I have thought of that but I’m not sure. Are you able to crack any of your joints? My fingers, toes, neck and spine. What’s your favorite movie genre? Thrillers, drama, horror and historical movies are probably my favorites. I also love movies that are based on true stories regardless of the genre. What’s something that’s been on your mind a lot lately? School, mostly. What was the last thing someone asked you for advice on? My friend asked for my opinion on which nail polish she should wear for her sister’s wedding lol. Have you ever kissed 3 or more people in the same day? No. What’s your opinion on lottery tickets? Waste of money, or no? They suck assss. They’re a waste of money for sure, you very rarely win anything, and if you do, you get addicted to buying more of them in hopes of winning more and then losing all the money again. Speaking from my own personal experience. What are some things that make others cry, that don’t make you cry at all? Uhh, I don’t cry because of movies? Do you have any upcoming plans with friends? We’re probably seeing each other in a few weeks but nothing has been confirmed yet. What was the last picture message you received, and from whom? From my friend, she sent me a picture of her at her sister’s wedding. Have you ever swam in a saltwater pool? I’ve been in a saltwater pool but I didn’t swim in it. What color suits you more: teal or black? Probably black. I don't even own any teal clothes. What continent do you live on? Europe.

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On to the next with Flash Vol 2, Issue 40 - Philosopher's Stone

Wally calls Jerry and Tina to have them look up an address for Dr. Alchemy. Sounds like he’s trying to get help with Linda’s possession troubles.

Lol when Tina’s like there’s Albert and Alvin Desmond, Wally’s all “nah that’s the evil twin, I’m just looking for Albert. It’s cool.” Like, my dude you can’t just say stuff like that and act like it’s normal.

Then Jerry and Tina experience a microaggression from their colleague.

Some other colleagues show up, and apparently this Dr. Camper guy doesn’t respond, which Tina finds odd. Surely that can’t be important and come back into play later.

Wally, it’s saying things like this that have given you a reputation. 😅

HE DEFINITELY CONSIDERED IT THO

Linda: “He didn’t make me flirt with you right?” Wally: *lies blatantly* Linda: “Good bc that would be the worst. Flirting with you would be terrible.”

They pay Al a visit. He seems... a little nutty to be honest.

Back at Tina’s lab, there’s some talk of organic memory chips and seaweed. Also some hard feelings hinted at between Dr. Camper and Dr. Byron.

Wtf why is this guy being so gross to Linda??

So Wally goes to confront his friend and lo and behold, Dr Alchemy is there! Who saw that coming?! Not Wally apparently!

This guy uses his stupid stone that looks like a potato to turn things into other things. Somehow he’s able to knock Wally to the ground.

In his stupor, Wally calls Linda Connie. Wonder what that’s about.

Wally eventually gets up and fights some more, then finally get’s the drop on evil Al. In the closet he finds Albert tied up, so he frees him.

Wally: “The Dr. Alchemy problem is solved!” Narrator: “The Dr. Alchemy problem was NOT solved.”

Final thoughts:

Hey at least Wally is doing what he can to help Linda! Their little stroll on the beach seemed pretty nice. I’m again feeling like I’d definitely read a romcom series about just the two of them.

I guess readers from Barry’s run were probably familiar with Dr. Alchemy, but this was new to me. I was convinced until the very end that there never was a twin brother, and that Albert was secretly evil. Guess I was wrong and Wally was right!

And uhh I hate to say this, but I literally don’t care about what’s going on with Tina and Jerry’s colleagues. I’m sure it’ll turn into something but.. shrug.

#katereadscomics #wally west #the flash #the flash vol 2

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A Fun Trip. | N.L.

in which the reader and neville take acid, and have a fun trip together.

warnings: drug use, swearing, a little bit of angst.

word count: 1,692

i got inspired due to the fact i had to trip sit like 6 or 7 people the other night so enjoy whatever this is lolol

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“oh, shit. this is actually about to happen...”

those were the words that came from your best friend, neville longbottom. you two sat calmly on his bed, ron, harry, seamus, and dean all present in the room.

“we don’t have to do this, you know. if you’re too scared then we should just—“

“no! i want to do this. it seems cool!” he quickly interjected, taking a quick glance at the tab sitting patiently on the plastic bag in front of both of you. you laughed at your best friend, surprised by his eagerness to take muggle drugs.

“you guys won’t like—die, right?” ron asked, not really knowing if he was trying to reassure himself or you two.

you rolled your eyes at the ginger, “no, ronald. we won’t die. we’re taking one tab each, and trust me... i’ve seen people take way more than that and be completely fine.”

“so why did you ask us to be here?” seamus added, a book settled in his hands as his back was propped up against his headboard.

“because, asshat! it’s only my second time ever taking LSD and it’s neville’s first time!”

“i thought you said you’ve never done this before...” neville stated, his face now visibly sweating. you smiled at him,

“i’ve done magic mushrooms, nev. but never acid.”

his mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape, and he quickly looked down at the two tabs once more. you could tell that he was anxious, simply from the way his hand made its way up to his neck and began to rub it. you grabbed the same hand, and put yours over it. “hey, you’ll be alright. there’s nothing to be scared of. and if you do start having a bad trip, i told all of them how to get you out of it, alright?”

he couldn’t help but to send you a small smile. you were always so good at making him feel relieved, reassured. it was one of the reasons why he adored you so much.

“so...” you began, picking up one of the tabs carefully, making sure that it wouldn’t get on your skin. “are you ready?”

neville looked at the tab once more, and sighed. “yeah. fuck it.”

you chuckled, and passed him his tab, “fuck it.”

at the same time, you two put the tab directly on your tongue. you could already feel the tab slowly dissolving, and for a quick moment regret filled your body. but you pushed it away, as you didn’t want to make neville nervous. you wanted his first trip to be good, unlike yours was.

“how long does it take to work?” neville asked, throwing the plastic bag in the trash bin right beside his bed.

you thought for a moment, trying to recollect your past knowledge from doing LSD. “about thirty minutes to an hour. but, it really all depends on the person, i suppose.”

he nodded, and began to play with his fingers.

you let your back fall onto the headboard, and moved some hair from your face.

“now... we wait.”

—

almost a whole hour had gone by, and neville stared up at the canopy, waiting for something, just anything to happen.

“still nothing, longbottom?” dean asked him, staring intently at his friend.

“yeah, nothing...” he muttered in response, “what about you, y/n?”

if neville or any of the other boys would’ve been a bit more attentive, they would’ve noticed how you were practically lost in your own world. everything was so bright, the most beautiful environment that you had ever seen. the wrinkles in your hands wiggled, and the print on the wall seemed to move like the ocean.

“uhh—you guys?” harry suddenly announced, and he pointed over towards you.

the boys looked over, and saw you staring at neville’s bed side table intently. you were on your knees, staring at the printed wood and the way it danced. you almost began to dance with it until neville got your attention,

“y/n? are you alright?”

you looked over at him, and he was shocked to see the brightest smile on your face that he had ever seen. “fantastic. the best i’ve ever felt!”

you couldn’t explain it, but it was the best you ever felt. your physical body on its own felt as if it were on cloud nine, and the things you were seeing... it was brilliant.

“look at the table. it’s dancing!” you squealed excitedly, pointing at the thin lines imbedded into the wood. neville, out of pure curiosity, looked exactly where you were pointing at. but, he didn’t see the wood dancing like you were.

“i don’t see anything. i guess it’s not working for me...” he sighed, envious of how happy you seemed from the affects.

you slowly got up, and looked over at him. you were making every attempt possible to ignore the visuals that covered your eye sight. you walked over to him, a small smile still planted onto your face. you bent down in front of him,

“it hit.” you whispered to him,

“what?”

you stared into his eyes, “it. hit.”

in that moment, neville truly believed in the power of words. because as you stood up, a blurred version of your figure followed. as if everything happening all in this moment was delayed.

neville’s eyes widened, and he looked down at his hands. he noticed the way the faint lines in his palm moved, and how they seemed to be wrapping around on each other. he closed his hand, and opened it right back up to make sure he wasn’t just seeing things.

no. this was actually happening.

“you guys... look at my hand! look! it’s moving!” neville started to shove his palm into his ron’s face, and ron laughed when he saw that his palm actually wasn’t moving.

you two began to get lost. lost into a trip that came in waves, but nonetheless, quite enjoying.

every time you looked at the walls, they seemed to move with your every step. you kept giggling at it, earning questionable stares from your designated “trip sitters.”. the bed posts seem to grow, shrink, and do the same thing all over again. at one point, you needed to use the bathroom. but as you walked passed a random mirror within the dorm, the need to relive yourself faded away.

in the mirror, you could say you saw multiple things. but, that wouldn’t even be a good enough explanation for what you saw. your face began to grown a shade of purple, a lavender shade. and you saw two extra terrestrial seeming ears grow out of the top of your head.

“neville, come check this out!” you blankly stated, too lost in thought and sight to even put any emotion into your words.

he quickly made his way over to you, and looked in the mirror as well.

it didn’t take long before the two of you were shouting about crazy things, and laughing your asses off.

“these crazy people, mate. i swear!” ron joked, shaking his head at the two of you.

—

as you sat up from neville’s bed, a large wave of sadness crashed into you. you knew this was bound to happen, just not as soon as you woke up.

you looked over, and spotted neville sleeping soundly. his hair was messy, and his lips were parted a bit. small snores escaped him, and you smiled at the way he looked, but your come down didn’t let you feel too happy for long.

“neville...” you nudged him, attempting to wake him up nicely. “neville... wake up...”

his eyes fluttered open slowly, and he smiled when he realized that you were over him, staring at him.

“hi.” he hummed, and you greeted him back with a quick, “morning.”

but from the way your face looked, neville could tell something was wrong. he had known you for so long, that he knew just one face drop always indicated that something was going on.

“what’s wrong, love?” he asked sweetly, mentally pleading for you to lay down next to him.

“i just feel...” you began, but trailed off getting lost in your own thoughts, “i just feel sad. like... noting is ever going to get better.”

you had talked to him about the affects of LSD, and how it made certain people react. and of course you didn’t forget to tell him about the infamous come down. he had retained as much as he could, so he knew from your statement that it was simply the drugs talking.

“y/n... that’s not true. you know that. everything can get better.” he assured you,

you looked over at him, “you said can. but... what if they don’t?” your voice cracked, and you could feel the sob climbing up your throat, desperately trying to escape your lips.

neville sighed, and quickly pulled your arm, asking if you to lay down next to him. you did so easily, making no complaints about receiving comfort in this moment.

he held you tight, and pressed a small kiss to your temple as he fixed the blanket that laid over the both of you. when he settled in once more, all it took was a look of adoration from him to make your lip quiver, and for a small cry to leave your body.

“oh, y/n... it’s alright...” he whispered, petting your hair gently as you cried into his chest. he couldn’t help but to feel his heart shatter into thousands of pieces hearing you sob like this. he knew it was just the routine of doing muggle drugs, but merlin, he hated seeing in this state.

you both laid still, and neville let you cry and ramble on about philosophical topics. he listened carefully, running his fingers through your hair gently.

when you calmed down, you nuzzled up closer to him.

“i had fun with you last night, nev. thanks for always doing stupid shit with me...” you chuckled through your tears, wiping them away with your hand.

“well, you want to know something?”

you hummed in response, looking up at him.

“i would do it all over again.”

#harry potter #neville longbottom #neville longbottom imagine #neville longbottom smut #neville x reader #harry potter imagine

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andilovetowrite · 3 years

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The Chosen Couple (Part 1)

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary- Peter and you have a movie night to celebrate the school year ending, but the night takes an unexpected turn. (Not that you minded of course)

(Btw- the reader is an avenger, and Tony is kind of her father figure)

Warnings- None really, just tooth-rotting fluff and awkward confessions.

Word Count- 2.2k

Posted April 21, 2021

Here is Part 2 and Part 3

God, I hate the rain, you thought as you ran across the street, pulling your jacket even further up your head. You knew you should’ve bought an umbrella or even a raincoat, but since it was movie night, you didn’t even hesitate to run to Peter’s house after you dropped your bags at home. Every Friday was the same. Either you or Peter would have the privilege to pick what movie you guys wanted to watch, and then both of you would relax on the sofa until you left, or fell asleep.

This Friday was different though. It was the last day of school, so the day was even longer than usual. Everybody was just glad that the year was over, and summer had finally arrived. Sophomore year had been challenging, especially Physics, but you couldn’t wait for the next two months. Obviously saying goodbye to your friends had been bittersweet, but the feeling of relief of not having to do any homework or tests triumphed over the sadness. Tonight, you and Peter would watch movies until morning, and eat every possible snack you could find. The entire week had been leading up to this.

Trying to shield your face from the sharp drops of water, you finally reached the door, pushing it open with one hand, the other occupied with holding four huge packets of chips. Finally reaching the top floor, you dropped the bag on the floor, holding your knees and taking a breather. Hey, not all of us have superpowers to walk up seven flights of stairs and not get breathless. Pushing the jacket off your back, you knocked on the door, bouncing on your feet, waiting for Peter. A couple of seconds later, after the sound of a thud on the floor and May’s laughter, the door flung open, revealing a flustered Peter.

“Hey Y/n!”, he breathed out, smiling his signature grin before engulfing you in a hug. You felt his arms circle around yourself, pulling you close. Smiling slightly, you reciprocated, throwing your hands around his neck.

“Hi Peter”, you said, your voice muffled in his sweatshirt. Pulling away from him, you pushed him off me, laughing at the cute pout on his face. “I’m soaking wet with this thing on me.” Plucking the clingy jacket off yourself, you squeezed it, water splashing off it. Peter stifled a laugh, taking the bag out of your hands.

“Drenched, aren’t you?”

Elbowing him, you gave him the bags of snacks, muttering sarcastically. “That’s the sympathy I get for bringing the best food for our movie nights”

“Ooh, Doritos and… sour cream Lays!” He looked up at you, smirking. “You got the good ones.” Rolling your eyes, you nodded, walking inside the apartment.

“Is there any place I can dry this?”, you asked, referring to the sad bundle of cloth in your hand. Peter took it from you, despite your complaints.

“Let me do it. You are my guest”, he said, looking over his shoulder, winking and he threw it into the washing machine.

“Well, I am your guest every other day”, you shot back, walking into the kitchen. It was true anyway. The Parker’s house is your second house. The tower was nice and all, but with all the Avengers and Bucky and Sam constantly arguing, it can get annoying fast. Peter’s house is a shadow of calm in your life. Ever since you found out he was Spiderman, well, (he actually told you, but that’s a different story), you tried to come to his house every night to make sure he was fine. Tony had stopped you from fighting crime since last month due to exams, as well as Peter, but it didn’t stop you from coming and visiting him. You know, since he was your best friend.

“Hi sweetie!”, May called out, embracing you. Knowing where Peter got his talent for amazing hugs, you hugged her back, smelling the scent of warm cookies and cinnamon. Realizing that the smell of cookies was coming from behind her, you looked across, seeing a batch of cookies starting to burn.

“May! The cookies!”

“Oh-oh!” Running at them, she grabbed a towel, quickly pulling the burning hot cookies out of the oven.

“Here!” Pushing some of the items off the counter, you made some space for the tray of cookies. Dropping the tray down with a clatter, she blew on them, fanning the golden-brown discs with her hand. “They look awesome Aunt May!”

“Aww, thanks Y/N”, she said, staring at the cookies on the table. “They are, aren’t they?”

Smiling, you nodded, getting hungrier just looking at them. “Oh my god, what smells so good?” Peter called out, walking out of his room. Gesturing to the perfect cookies on the table, you pointed to May.

“Wait a second, they aren’t burned” Peter looked at May in astonishment, carefully taking one off the pan and biting it. “It tastes perfect May!” She merely smiled, walking over to the counter, grabbing her purse and some packs of gum. Now noticing her clothes, you called out.

“Where are you going, Aunt May?”

She looked back at me, quickly applying some lip gloss. “Oh just a night out with my friends. I need it. Plus-”, she glanced at the TV and then Peter, “- I know how loud movie nights can get.” You laughed, jumping off the chair and walking to the front door. Grabbing an umbrella, you gave it to her, mumbling about how to not make the same mistake you did. “Okay sweetheart. I’ll see you both in a few hours. I might stay over at Ashley’s house, but I’ll call you if that happens.” Kissing Peter on the cheek, she walked out, shutting the door behind her.

The minute the door closed, Peter jumped up, pulling you towards the sofa, showing you the array of snacks that he placed out. “Okay, so we have chips, chocolate, cookies that May made and there is ice cream in the fridge.” His eyebrows furrowed like he was remembering something but his eyes lit up in recognition when he was the small box next to the door. “Oh, and Mr Stark sent over a couple of things for us for tonight.”

Chuckling, you told him to get those, while you picked out the movie. Trying to choose one between Star Wars and Harry Potter, you chose the latter, knowing that you two were going to have a Star Wars marathon in the near future anyway. Grabbing the remote, you chose the first movie, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone, pausing it to wait for Peter. Looking for him, you saw him standing at the door, the box lying open, untouched. He was holding a small index card, his face bright red.

“Hey Pete, you alright?” Worried, you slipped your hand under your shorts, feeling the edges of your dagger sitting over there. Pulling it out, you carefully walked over to him, thinking that something was wrong. However, when you got closer, Peter heard me, turning around so fast he hit his head on the wall. Crumpling the card in his palm, he threw it behind him, smiling nervously. “Are you okay? What was that?”

“Nothing”, he replied, too quickly. Quirking your eyebrow, you shrug, letting it go.

“What did Mr Stark send for us?”, you asked, trying to get a glimpse at the box.

“Uhh, just some snacks and drinks. I think there was some cold coffee in here as well. Why don’t I go heat us some?”, he said in a high voice, the same one he used when he lied.

Not even letting you get a look at the mystery box, he began pushing you towards the couch, mumbling something under his breath.

“Y/N, your t-shirt is soaked! Why didn’t you tell me?”

You shrugged half-heartedly, not wanting to go home and change. Seeing your expression, he pushed me down the sofa, telling me to wait. A beat later, he ran back, holding out a dark blue hoodie with a picture of Luke Skywalker on the back. “Here, change into this. Don’t wanna get a cold”

A half giggle escaped me as you took it from him, walking over to the bathroom as you changed into it. Pulling it on, the familiar scent of Peter embraced me. The plush inside of it felt warm against your skin, making me shiver involuntarily. Biting your lip, you looked into the mirror, liking the sight of Peter’s hoodie on me. The more you stared at your reflection, the fuzzier you felt. This just seemed like a very boyfriend thing to do. To be honest, you always thought of Peter as more than just a best friend. The first time you saw him was in 8th grade. You had just moved to Queens, due to your parent’s job, and you were quite excited. It had been a month since you had gotten your newfound power of controlling objects with your mind. It was hard. Your parents didn’t know about it just yet, and it was getting harder to block out your power off from simple everyday objects. You remember how one time you almost threw a plate at your mom because she was freaking out about your Math grades. Soon after you had moved in, you met Peter Parker. He lived across the street from you, wearing glasses and carrying lego boxes home most days. Since you were the same age, it was only a matter of time before you two became friends. And friends you became.

“Hey Y/N! You alright?”, Peter yelled out from the living room, cutting me out from your thoughts. Shrugging your shoulders, you walked out, seeing him sitting comfortably on the couch, chips, ice cream and some sandwiches in his hand.

“Delmars?”, you asked, nodding to the sub in his palm.

“Yup got it earlier” Pulling the sleeves into your hands, you brought the hoodie closer, loving the warmth. “Come here, I’m freezing”, Peter said, making ‘grabby hands. Chuckling, you carefully jumped in, arms curling his midsection. Resting your head on his shoulder, you grabbed the remote, pressing play.

On the screen, the intro of Harry Potter and The Philosopher’s Stone began showing up, as Peter scrunched up his nose. “Wait, Harry Potter?”

“Yeah, it’s my turn? Remember?”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s mine. The last time was yours.”

“But I had an extra one, right?”, you looked at him accusingly, “because you came and ruined my date.”

He looked down sheepishly, trying to hide the small smile. It had happened about 3 weeks ago when Brad Davis had asked you out. You couldn’t begin to explain how hard it was to explain to him why Spiderman had swooped me out of the sky to go help him do English homework. But truthfully, you weren’t vibing with him. He talked too much about sports and how much he worked out. No offence Brad, but you could backflip him out of a window within minutes. Sadly, he didn’t know that you were an Avenger, so you had to act like you were interested in his biceps for 2 hours straight. Thank god Peter had shown up, otherwise, you would have had a very awkward conversation with him.

“Fine fine”, Peter muttered, grabbing a few chips and stuffing them in his mouth.

“Aww, come on”, you said, threading your hands in his curls, “you love Harry Potter” Smiling cheekily, though it sent a twinge of pain through your heart, you teased. “Especially Hermione Granger”

His cheeks turning pink, he mumbled. “No, I don’t”

“Uh-huh”

“Alright alright, let’s just do this!”

“We have literally all summer, I’m sure we can spend some time discussing your crush on Hermione”

“In that case, let’s talk about Mrs Potter over here”

“Okay, I think we got it”, you said, making the word much longer. We grinned at each other, ready to watch the movie, as the intro began playing in the background. Little did you know that these beautifully crafted cinematic adventures that you guys were about to have would change your relationship with Peter forever.

Thanks for reading till all the way here! If you liked this, please follow me and I’ll send out the next part in a couple of days :)

Here is Part 2 and Part 3

#peter parker x bestfriend reader #peter parker fluff #peter parker x reader imagine #peter parker #spiderman #marvel #fluff #movie nights #avenger reader #tom holland x reader #tom holland #series #harry potter #tony stark

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a-student-out-of-time · 2 years

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It doesn’t have to end like this, Mr Kinjo. You were a hero once. You can still do the right thing here.

End? Once? What are you talking about?

I am a hero of justice. Everything I do, everything I’ve done, it’s all been for the betterment of all.

…So that’s why?

Jeez, why not whip out a killer notebook while you’re at it?

Men like you have no right to speak of justice.

Father...wh-what...are you saying?

Ah, Tsurugi...can’t you understand? I did all of this for the people of Japan, for you, to make sure you understand.

So...what they’re saying, it’s all true?! You...You were really gonna kill Kouhei? You killed Gonokami-sensei and all the others?!

Not me personally, but I set things in motion for it.

But...why?!

They were impure. Useless. Broken cogs in the machine get discarded.

Huh?

Broken cogs...? That’s what you think of us?

That’s all you are, that’s all you’ll ever be. Those who are righteous and just have their role in the world made clear early on. Those who don’t will never change, they’re set in their ways.

They have nothing to offer this world, do nothing but sow chaos and destruction, cause pain and misery to all those around them, harm the prosperity of their nations.

But people like me and my son, we are just. We’re the ones who’ll pave the way to the future.

You murdered innocent people because you knew you’d be exposed!

They were cancer that I carved out of Japan’s body. I made the nation stronger. I made the world better.

Any of them might’ve done the same. You think the world can only be changed by those with money and power?

And how is despair going to guarantee order?

It’s simple: if left on their own, the people of this world always fight among themselves. They turn to radicalism out of dissatisfaction. They’re lemmings who follow the loudest voice, even ones that would lead them off a cliff.

Tell me, all of you work in law enforcement. Haven’t you seen the bottomless capacity for cruelty? Don’t you remember the human trafficking ring that was brought down months ago? The killers, the cults, the murders, the corruption, the unending parade of human evil?

Yes. Of course.

Yeah.

We deal with it every day.

We can put an end to it all. Wouldn’t you want that? A life without crime?

An order imposed from without by someone who thinks he’s above the law? No, not at all.

Any order demands sacrifice. The only way to ensure a machine runs smoothly is to ensure every broken cog is thrown out.

...Interesting. You remind me of the philosophy of Thomas Hobbes.

Uhh...Hobbes?

He was an English philosopher who believed the nature of humanity is violence and cruelty. That the only way for us to live in peace is through having it enforced from above.

I’ve seen a lot of horrible things in my line of work, even had people try to kill me...but I’ve never viewed the world through that lens.

Could it be that someone convinced you this is the way?

Yes, they did.

My mistress taught me that. To know that all the pain and guilt I’ve ever felt...it’s proof of my justice.

Order must come from above. Justice belongs to those who take up the responsibilities of protecting society. I will protect them from themselves.

And broken souls can’t rise up against you, can they?

Now you understand. Kill a few criminals and deviants. Infect the world with despair. Let them cower, let them stop fighting, then you’ll have peace.

So long as you’re the one in power, correct?

Even I know I’m not immortal.

That job will fall to you, Tsurugi.

...

Tonight was supposed to be the next step...but you. You all screwed up my plan.

#danganronpa #dra #danganronpa another #sdra2 #Super Daganronpa Another 2 #dr1 #danganronpa thh #nwpm #neo world program monitor #kyoko kirigiri #tsurugi kinjo #kouhei sasaki #Hideyoshi Tamon #juu kinjo #setsuka chiebukuro #megumi #a student out of time #DR #Die Free or Live Hard arc

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hcywards · 4 years

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the hidden kinks prologue

this is cowritten with @rudys-pankow — the chapters will be posted on alternate accounts so make sure to keep updated with both of our accs

summary: jj stumbles upon y/n at a party, and, intoxicated, their conversation leads to them exploring several kinks.

words: 0.9k+

t/w: i dont even know,,, uhh underage drinking??

note: sadh is the one who came up with this idea so everyone say thank you sadh. anyways, we got the inspiration from @ptersparkers and @storiesbymads who wrote study sessions, which is really fucking good, by the way, so you should go read that

JJ Maybank wasn’t one to distance himself from an ongoing party. Even worse for a girl who chose to do so. But when his eyes landed upon you as you stared at the endless depths of the ocean glimmering faintly under the silvery moonlight, standing by the shore far from the crowds of drunk teenagers by the kegger, the sudden urge to approach you hit him like a dagger.

You weren’t fond of JJ Maybank, per se. Sure, he’s got the looks -- he had almost every girl in Outer Banks falling at his feet for that. But as a friend? You’ve never got the chance to get to know him as that. You walked in the fine, menacing line that distanced Pogues and Kooks which had come to be the reason your circle was small. Most Pogues saw you as nothing but a girl who was longing to be a Kook. Most Kooks saw you as a Pogue but with some extra cash. God knew neither group would associate themselves with you because you were too close to the other to be accepted.

So, when the blond himself takes inventory in the cold sand beside you, it was an understatement to say that you were surprised. A few too many drinks in, your mind had gone in a daze which led you to not hear him approaching -- and, even if you had, you would never have expected the footsteps in the sand to be his. After all, you’d probably had two conversations in your entire fifteen years of living in Outer Banks. Your groups just didn’t mix.

“Hi,” you spoke, voice not conveying half of your confusion -- the rest was written all over your face, with your brows furrowed and your eyes flickering from staring out over the dark ocean to meet his, equally as blue as the ocean, and almost as dark as the sea in the moonlight.

JJ suddenly realised this was a stupid idea, for once in his life regretting doing without thinking -- what was he supposed to say? He barely knew you, and he sure as hell didn’t know how to explain his sudden urge to walk over to you without sounding like an idiot, and he far less knew how to start a conversation. But he was staring blankly now, and that was almost worse. “Hi.”

Usually, JJ had no problem talking to girls. After all, he was the self-proclaimed flirt of the OBX, and shy wasn’t a word in his vocabulary. Now, though? Now, he could barely formulate a proper sentence in his head as he stared into your eyes, trying to think up something to say. He couldn’t just leave it at ‘hi’. That sounded stupid, and it’d make things awkward.

“I’m JJ,” he added finally, and that seemed even worse. He cringed at himself, wondering why he couldn’t just start speaking like he usually could as he waited for your response.

You nodded. “I know.” You were half expecting the cocky smirk you often saw him donning in return, but as you turned to face him properly, you saw that instead of the smirk, he was slightly smiling, obviously trying to work out what to say. “I’m Y/N.”

The blond paused for a moment, “I know.” he mimicked your words although it was from a lie. If he were being honest, he’d thought you were a Touron when he first saw you, but you didn’t have to know that. Besides, it gave him something to say.

The next few minutes were unexpected; yourself and JJ had engaged in a rather congenial conversation aside from the fact that consisted of his intoxicated-self throwing deep, philosophical questions your way to which you answered with what you liked to call it, intellect, although it was the alcohol talking. Either way, you’d never expected that tonight you’d end up talking to JJ and enjoying it.

“I’d let him tie me up and fuck my brains out.” You knew the words that left your lips were risky, especially when spoken in front of the infamous JJ Maybank, but your mind was elsewhere. These words were the only ones you could form when JJ decided to question you further about your celebrity crush.

“You say that but I can bet that you’re a prude.” JJ commented, credence laced in his voice as his hands sinked into the cold sand particles leaning back, the well-renowned and long overdue smirk plastered on his face as he stared at you intently.

A scoff left your lips, mustering up the right response to a statement as unexpected as the one he had passed over to you. “Oh, you wish I was.” you mumbled under your breath -- however, loud enough for him to hear. Looking up and in his direction, you felt heat rush through your cheeks after noticing his gaze was already set upon you.

“Now, why would I wish such a thing?” JJ commented, his smirk only widening. You suddenly found yourself wondering how he could say things like that with such casual ease, teeth sinking into your lower lip as you stared back at him. The moonlight fell right on his cerulean eyes, and that sight alone would’ve been enough to send your thoughts wandering out of reality but not today, it wasn’t.

“I wouldn’t be one to know, but I’m not.” the tone of your voice was changing, changing into a much more inviting and challenging tone. “And I can prove it.”

tagging a few of our mutuals: @outrbank @thelocalpogue @ijustreallylovethem @everydayimfangirling @decap-quadrant @anonymous0writer @drew-starkey @jayjaymaebank @calumbroutledge @starkeystyles @spilledtee @uwubonebabie @yungbludz @maaybanks @lovingxjj

#jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank series #outer banks series #outer banks x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #obx x reader #obx #obx imagine #jj maybank #jj maybank imagine

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maggot-monger · 3 years

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samifer for the ask game 🥴

YES thank you — and dude you know i ship it with my whole chilly little heart, too 💖❄️

What made you ship it?

i really, really wish i had notes on this from back when i first watched spn 😩i have this stupid hole in my memory between starting s5 and being neck-deep in the samifer tag on ao3 but like something must have happened, right?? i feel like it must have started while watching the show and not come about afterwards, because i do remember being uncertain where they were going to go with lucifer in the lead-up to the cage opening and then being super into the direction almost immediately when sarah!lucifer hit the scene...the fact that i was reading paradise lost for school (which i am still so in love with tbh) at the same time as watching spn back in the day almost certainly contributed, hard for me to be bombarded with beautiful, romantic depictions of the devil on all sides, see the similarities between how PL satan acts with eve and how spn lucifer acts with sam, and not get Ideas...

ok this is getting rambly but like, i have to think if i wasn’t there immediately from the jess!lucifer scenes, everything about swan song would have done it. i always lose it for a bodyshare situation, especially one as interesting and considerate as the sam-lucifer one in that episode

What are your favorite things about the ship?

holy parallels batman!!! i was trying to explain why i am so into this ship to a friend recently, and there’s a lot for me to love here, but the ability for the audience to learn about lucifer (devil, antagonist, arguable anti-hero) through sam (sympathetic, protagonist, also arguable anti-hero) and vice-versa is beautiful — but, maybe even more than that, the ability for lucifer and sam to learn about themselves and the universe from each other because of this fated connection they have has such fabulous potential. they’re ‘mfeo literally,’ not as soulmates but as selfmates, and they’re both such smart, inquisitive characters that there would have been so much potential for them to investigate the intricacies of why their destinies were supposed to merge (totally get why the show couldn’t do that for narrative as well as situational reasons, but that’s what what fic is for, right?) i love examining what is similar and different about them, and they both are perfectly suited to really push the other on some things few other characters would be able to push (like why does sam really value humanity? in what ways is lucifer’s stance philosophical vs personal?). i’m a huge slut for characterization and there’s so much here, you know?

plus it’s just so fun that they had lucifer, a character who is openly about two seconds from killing everyone at any given moment, absolutely brighten tf up like “yey it’s sam 😊hi sam ily!” every time its true vessel is in the room?? that’s such an odd choice from everyone involved?? an angel who is THAT resentful of humanity showing affection primarily for a human being, and expecting (arguably) to share eternity with only that human being for company? that’s strange! that’s spicy! idk!

pluuus the weird obsessiveness of samifer doesn’t get in the way of any of the other weird obsessive relationships either character has with others, imo...sam can still be insane about dean and lucifer can still be insane about michael; if anything i feel like they’d make each other more insane about those other individuals, rather than less, which is always good as far as i (fan of characters being insane) am concerned <3

also yeah listen bodysharing is cool & hot what can i say

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

i think it is not a...particularly unpopular opinion within samifer shipper circles to be kind of denialist about later-seasons lucifer and to largely disregard that in terms of the ship? but uhh...that

otherwise though, idk, i don’t really think sam alone could have persuaded lucifer to put the apocalypse on hold for very long. but i do think unusual (from an angel’s pov) arguments sam might be able to make could get an attitude shift started, at least.

thank you for asking this, and sorry, i did go on a bit hahhahha

ask me my opinions about a ship!

#ask games #replies #easycurez #long post #samifer #spn #spn thots

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so now that we’ve had a few days since the syndicate stream, i think ive managed to cool down and step back to look at it more neutrally. ended up long and pretty rambly since its all pretty flow of consciousness so its under the cut, but heres some thoughts on the syndicate (and a bit on c!techno, since hes the originator)

in universe, techno has only just heard a new place was made. he doesn’t know jack abt it, so he goes over to check it out and learn whats happening. he meets w tubbo, who explains they arent a gov, and accepts it then goes. hes hesitant abt the nukes, but frankly? also understandable, they are nukes. any kind of mass weapon of destruction is something to look out for, same as if tubbo revealed his own wither vault.

i think the reason that i, and many other ppl, had such a NEGATIVE reaction to what is a mainly harmless and completely reasonable interaction is. well, bc we’re the audience. we KNOW more than c!techno does. we know that snowchester very explicitly was formed without a government because they’re afraid of techno attacking. we know that the nukes are made to defend them, based off what happened to lmanberg. we know that ranboo joined partially to try and spare snowchester if worst came to worst.

the reason we the audience were afraid of him going is bc we feared what would happen if he DID deem it a gov. bc we know the effort they’ve done to NOT be one, bc we have a connection to the town that c!techno doesnt.

after then came calling the syndicate/techno tyrannical. after all- if they strike down every government then they are forcing ppl to follow their beliefs under threat of destruction or death. which is uhh pretty fucking tyrannical.

the thing is that in the end the syndicate hasnt even done enough for us to like. KNOW if thats true. techno himself said hes totally fine w just group of people living together, hell hes in a damn SYNDICATE. you can def argue in general abt what gives the syndicate the right at all to decide if a gov deserves to exist, if being “”the deciders”” makes them inherently hypocritical. (this also is pushing that “they decide” bc, well, w the exception of tubbo now, theres very little chance the other ppl would win against techno and crew. it Would just be decimation. if they attack, they’re destroying it all).

after all, they preach abt giving ppl the right to choose but then dont let them choose to form a gov. paradox of tolerance i suppose, since in anarchistic views there isnt like a “non-corrupt” government so every government is worth dismantling. (note, this is all based off my p limited understanding of anarchy theory and also Very Simplified for ease of speaking)

another reason we the audience may have been so afraid is bc, historically, techno doesnt lose. he may suffer personal losses and feelings of betrayal, but narratively hes won every battle hes really been in. its the status quo, so any possible conflict in the future you kind of expect the same. we were afraid of any kind of conflict starting.

i think this stuff does kinda work in character too. c!tubbo admits himself he doesnt rlly know government stuff, and he doesnt seem to really know what techno would or wouldnt DEEM one- thus he has a similar fear to the audience of being struck down for it. ranboo, like stated before, partially joined bc he was afraid FOR snowchester.

again i get that anarchy is against that greater establishment, but theres something to be said for the fact that. well. this is a block game. its systems work a LOT differently than real life, and real life anarchist theory may not transfer over well. there are a lot of good posts ive seen recently analysing lmanberg (specifically early lmanberg) and like. it genuinely worked to protect its citizens. they were able to pool together their resources and man power and protect each other from outside threats that would overpower them seperately. there IS no big overarching societal and deeply built in system to overthrow like in real life, if anything “having a government” IS the new system trying to form instead of anarchy (bc, to my knowledge, lmanberg was the first real “government” and the dream smp’s gov kinda formed as a response) it could def be another reason so many ppl are against enforcing anarchy-- this isnt the real world, and being in solidified groups could help the weak. without that, instead its the strongest survive and thrive while everyone else suffers.

(then again to devils advocate my own point, a lot of times they’re referring in those posts to a time where wilbur, who was actually “in charge” wasnt around a ton, so there was less of a power structure in place. also, you CAN still have a group of ppl without being a “gov” (like snowchester or the syndicate) but then we get back to “what is a gov by the syndicate’s standards” as well as if they want to remove a gov at its start or JUST when it seems “tyrannical” (so if they believe a gov is inherently tyrannical). like if i started a direct democracy gov and explicitly called it a gov, do you take it down? its taking the opinion of all citizens and allows everyone equal power. is that corrupt just bc its ALSO a gov, or does it get to stay? where is the line? idk man maybe give the gov like a free trial. if it starts being corrupt then step in but if they’re vibin they’re vibin. chill w the anarchy /lh /hj JFKDLSJF)

idk man this isnt fully conclusion imo i just wanted to long think abt this. also fuck this block game for getting into legit political theory and ethics and shit. “is someone valid in doing something for another person that they believe will help the other person if it limits their personal freedom” (or, is techno correct in enforcing anarchy bc he believes it is the best form for ppl, EVEN at the cost of their personal freedoms to make a gov) is too deep to be asking for a fuckin block potato pig. this is why i dont do a ton of discourse im just stupid and it starts getting philosophical at some point FDSKLFJ

yall can respond w your own thoughts to this if you want, even debate it!, but idk if ill respond bc uhhhh Brain Empty fdjsklfj i just wanted to ramble and sort out my own thoughts on the matter now that im not uber pissed at c!techno JFKDLSJFKL

#dream smp #mcyt #techno #its not really critical??? but like you Could take it that way #i try to be more neutral #or like. less anti-techno bc i know the day of the stream i was PISSED fjdsklfj #idk man this block game conflicts start coming down to real ass philosophical debates and i op out #'was techno valid in destroying lmanberg?' no bc i liked it :(( THERE discourse ended im right /lh #og post #(jeb bush voice) please clap

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Spoilers for The Life and Crimes of Scrooge McDuck!

Okay so. This episode was.... WELL HOW WAS IT. Me personally, I think it was good!! And bad..... it's complicated. So right now i will be reviwing/analyzing this episode, including where i think the narrative and lessons of this episode go wrong and how this episode stands in relationship to the season.

So we were about teaching both Louie AND Scrooge to take over responsibility and owning up to mistakes. Which was nice!! I think that part was well done! But HOW they did that with the villain sides.... not so much?

First off, I like how they showed Scrooge making that mistake with Poe and recognizing the need of an apology and the blame he carries. Him saying he doesn't want to be defined by his mistakes but by admitting them, DAMN that shit was good. Especially since he already knew he was fucked as soon as Magica entered the room, so you really felt that one. It is something that he apparently recognized as his fault before this episode, so it felt like a genuine apology and a sincerely learned lesson.

Not only that but also Louie saying there's always two parties at play and Scrooge is not the only one to blame. They also wronged him. And this is where the issue starts.... While this is true, yes, this is not the reasoning (or at least not the only reasoning) that should have been brought up. Louie briefly adresses this when he said Glomgold brought his villainess upon himself saying "He is literally planting dynamite under Scrooge's chair right now!" Which Doofus debunks with a quick "But would he have lit that dynamite if Scrooge wasn't sitting there??" and it's just not elaborated on at all for the rest of the episode. The argument they go with in Glomgold's case instead is just "He was a villain well before this event."

The problem I have with this whole thing is that it absolutely dismisses the responsibility that the VILLAINS carry for themselves. That they don't have to CHOOSE to let Scrooge's mistake affect them this much (regardless of how much Scrooge actually is to blame). This goes against all modern narratives of redemption and is also a Pretty hot philosophical take.

So uhh brief excourse, idk if you know this but the theory of determinism says that every decision we make is just the sum of all of our experiences and genes. This is one of the things questioning free will and in that progress, manages to take blame away from people who have done something wrong (in this case, the responsibility of scrooge's enemies for their own choosing of path in life). Regardless of one's opinion on the concept, this is WHY it is NOT being used in court, it's not applicable to any justice system.

I'm not saying that the villains should have admitted to being at fault as well, i just think they should have done the opposite actually. Show that they are NOT willing to take responsibility for their actions, neither past nor present and that this is what sets them apart from Scrooge and Louie in the end (Doofus doesn't apologize in return either). I don't know how relevant each of them will be in the show's finale, but either way, i don't think this would have been a problem because either way, their takeaway from this ep wouldn't have been too different since they got mad anyway.

So, the way did handle all this, is a very fragile take. Why is this the writing this episode chooses? Because this episode isn't for the anatgonists, it's for Scrooge and Louie. And in that regard it mostly works! They learn their lesson and they learn to take responsibility where it is due. To apologize regadless of how much they aare actually to blame. Which is a nice lesson!! I mean, we DID already have something similair for Louie in s2, with the whole Timephoon thing, but then again, that was never truly resolved actually, only in regards to working for your success. So it's obviously a lesson that fit Louie well and I love how they paired this with Scrooge's less obvious need to learn this!!

This is already pretty long, so i will keep the rest short.

Glomgold's and Ma Beagle's stories were okay. I preferred Glomgold's story by a lot though, it was actually - a nice insight?? Actually feel sorry for him ngl i mean yeah he's still good ole glomgold apart from this but.... his main mistake here was thinking they had been planning this thing together. If it hadn't been for what's her name, then this story would have looked pretty different. I just thought tgis was p interesting and actually deserved a bit more spotlight tbh.

And then OH BOI HAHA MAGICA AND POE OH GOD THERE IS FAR TOO MUCH TO BE SAID ABOUT THIS. Just lemme say i LIKED IT A LOT and i WISH it could have been explored more since it's super interesting and just about everything deserved more attention and time than it got. We all knew this part of the ep would steal the spotlight and it DID. THIS is some ducktales i would have wished more for in season 3. This story alone clearly could have, and should have filled a whole episode. The other two.... Meh, Glomgold's story, i'm not sure, it could be elaborated on and feel more natural, but Ma's, not really. Maybe it could have been mentioned in some other episode as a side thing and THEN it would have kinda come down to that in the end and the trial would have been part of a diffetent episode? This episode's theme DID feel a little bit big for one episode. I'm not sure about this, but i definitely think that Magica and Poe part very much deserved more time. Maybe it would have gotten that with another season, who knows. I DID like the general theme actually, so I would not have minded for it to be a bit more relevant. Especially since it's a very good fit for the season's theme of legacy. But then, again, Huey is once again not tied into any of this so that's a problem.

Okay this is all i have to say. It's a complicated episode because it's not bad per se, it just suffers a lot from one-sided narratives and classic time issues. It was, as so often, pretty enjoyable and a highlight for all Magica fans.

(And obviously, yup, Poe, very good, Martin Freeman, yes, you already know it all.)

#thank you for reading if you got this far!!!!#my post #dt spoilers #ducktales #the life and crimes of scrooge mcduck #scrooge mcduck #magica de spell #poe de spell #episode review #oh gooooood i haven't written real episode reviews since my amino days i'm kinda proud lmaooo #ducktales season 3 #spin irl

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i7: Which Disciplines do they possess, and which do they favor using? ii6: What were their goals and ambitions in life? How has this changed? iii5: Which of their Clan’s stereotypes apply to them? Which do they act against, or embody the opposite of? iv1: …the Camarilla? v13: …Clan Ventrue? :>

i7: Mia is somewhat limited in the discipline department. I chose to max out her presence, and also gave her a couple of dots in dominate and auspex, but that’s all. She’s a mainly social character who avoids combat as much as she can, so Presence is definitely what she’ll resort to the most. She’s a firm believer that if everyone instantly loves her, she’ll be certain to live another night. And, well, if they don’t instantly love her, a little mind control will do the trick.

ii6: Mia wanted to be an Artist and an intellectual. Those goals changed very little - she makes money selling art to galleries and is dedicating herself to write a philosophical thesis; but the theme and priorities around them has certainly changed a lot. She was previously writing about humanism, that research was mostly scrapped; and she was mostly an artist, now she’s mostly a scholar.

iii5: Mia is honestly the embodiment of Toreador stereotypes, she knows she’s cliché and loves it. She’s romantic, artistic, deeply narcisistic and loves social games. She doesn’t particularly act against any of the stereotypes - if anything, she plays into them. She was assigned a main role and being the protagonist fits her well.

iv1: What do they think about the Camarilla?

Ah. Mia has a complicated relationship with the Camarilla. She sees the merit of it, really. And if forced to pick any of the sects to live under, she’d choose Camarilla without so much as thinking about it.

But she also knows it’s an entirely corrupt organization. It’s more of a front than anything else; people in power protecting their power by playing everyone around them.

She doesn’t love it, but she’s learned to play the game well enough to be able to sneak in some of her own interests on the table every once in a while. Plus, she makes friends fast and is usually able to pick the right ones, so it’s more convenient than problematic for her; even if she does have to accept being manipulated in return.

v13: What do they think about Clan Ventrue?

Ok uhh Mia straight up despises it. She tries not to judge individual people for associations they didn’t exactly have any choice over, but whenever she can, she will mention how distasteful she finds the Ventrue methods to be.

Originally, she didn’t think much of them - she always thought it was ridiculous that they take themselves seriously in that ‘we are the rightful rulers’ narrative because it just sounds like something that would come out of the mouth of a bratty child; and that it was somewhat shady that they were the only clan that made a point not to have open disputes with each other. But she never gave it a second thought until a Ventrue who was trying to become Primogen chopped her friend’s head off and mailed it to her in warning for Mia to stop trying to sabotage his campaign. Since then she’s convinced herself the Ventrue are not only delusional about the place they supposedly have the right to occupy, they are a literal mafia.

What bothers her the most is how self-enabling they are - it’s part of the ‘clan etiquette’ that you are forbidden to criticize any decision of any other Ventrue - apparently under death penalty - and it’s in her nature to instantly oppose attempts to hinder critical thinking, especially with meaningless displays of authority. So in her mind any Ventrue that will proudly take part in this game is just that - performative, authoritarian and delusional.

She would respect the Ventrue more if at least a couple of them would be like “well yeah some Ventrues do things that aren’t cool yk :+/” but since even criticism this vague and mild is seen as a major offense, it’s hard for her not to assume blind compliance is just second nature to them.

#asks #// thank you for the ask 💖💘

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my-happy-little-bean · 3 years

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The Bookkeeper – Chapter 11

Chapter 11: The Midnight Forest

pairings: logan/patton (logicality), roman/virgil (prinxiety) words: 4011 chapter warnings: mild swearing, nihilism, references to death (familial, romantic), brief implication of homophobia chapter summary: everyone loves a good love story.

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Roman hummed softly to himself, his voice echoing against the walls of the library. He tapped the edge of his notebook with his pencil and furrowed his brow.

The words were there. He knew they were there.

So why couldn’t he find them?

He sighed, standing up and gathering his books and papers in his hand. Perhaps tonight was not the night for writing.

Roman turned around, ready to leave the table, before he felt himself collide into someone. He let out a small yelp as he tumbled back, hitting the floor. Everything in his hand spilled out of his hands.

“Good grief– hey! Watch where you’re going, you–”

And then, Roman looked up.

Stood above him was, Roman swore, an angel. The person wore a black frock coat with a quill tucked into the pocket. He held a book under his arm. His hair was pitch black apart from a light dusting of purple. Grey eyes met his.

The angel spoke up. “You…?”

“Uhh...you...person!” Roman sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “You...person, heh.”

“...Right.” The person outstretched a hand. “Well, I am sorry. Let me help you with that.”

Their hands touched, and Roman felt his heart explode into fireworks.

“Yes! Yes, thank you.” Roman pulled himself up. He dusted himself off and couldn’t help but glance at the book in the person’s hand. He caught sight of the title.

“ ‘The Will to Power’ by…”

The angel pulled the book to his chest, almost defensively.

“It’s by Friedrich Nietzsche. He’s a German philosopher.”

“Right! I...well, I never heard of that book. And I usually know all the books around here…”

The person raised an eyebrow. “You know all the books here?”

Roman laughed. “I do a lot of reading, starlight.”

The nickname rolled off his tongue before he could catch it. The person’s face burned bright red.

“The book’s rather new here. I have read it before, but have borrowed it again for my own research.” The words came out softly. Then, a cough. “And my name is Virgil.”

Roman grinned. Virgil. The angel had a name.

“Well, Virgil, I am clearly not getting any words on paper tonight — so perhaps you could read me some! I would hate to not be caught up with the newest books…”

A pause. Virgil stared at him for a few more moments, as if dissecting the offer—or Roman—piece by piece. But eventually, the walls caved even just a little, and Virgil nodded.

Roman beamed, sitting back at the table. He dumped all his books on the surface without much regard and pulled a chair out for Virgil, who hesitantly sat beside him.

“Do you write a lot?” Virgil asked as he thumbed through the pages. Roman nodded.

“Yes! Well, I usually write a lot. Tonight I’m stuck with rhymes.” He reached to his side to pull out the notebook he was writing on. “It’s a song about a forest rendezvous between two lovers in the night.”

“How romantic,” Virgil said flatly.

“I know!” Roman sighed. “I don’t think it’s going to go anywhere, but I still want to finish it, ya know?”

“Not really. If there’s nothing left for you to write, I think it’s fine to leave it behind.”

“Every story is worth telling, starlight. Even the small, not-as-great ones!” Roman leaned back in his chair. “Besides, I’m just stuck on the final bit. The words are just not coming to me. ‘Notice how I kiss you here, an angel lifted, then earthy heels in dirt adrift…’ ”

A pause. Roman shrugged, ready to close the book when he heard Virgil speak up softly beside him.

“So now, when you return here, my love, I will never be missed.��

Suddenly, something in Roman’s heart—the deepest depths not even he could reach—clicked in place. Virgil’s smile burned right through him and carved a space for itself in his chest.

“That’s perfect,” Roman whispered, looking up at Virgil with wide, starry eyes.

…

(And it was perfect, even now. It always was.)

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Logan opened his eyes.

Dark shades of blue and yellow flooded his vision. He tilted his head up, squinting at the downstream of light. Lanterns, millions and millions of them. They moved slowly, passing as if someone was pulling their strings towards the moon.

Logan lowered his gaze back to earth. Trees surrounded the ground they stood on. Woven through their shadowed branches were small dots of light. He could even pinpoint a few fireflies in the bushes. A light mist and the scent of previous storms wafted through the air.

And it was quiet. Truly quiet.

Except for the sound of a guitar.

Logan looked at Patton, still holding his hand. Patton shrugged.

“Do you think that’s…?”

Logan nodded, keeping Patton’s hand in his own as he followed the music. An acoustic melody led them through the forest until they reached a dimly-lit clearing.

Logan broke into a soft smile.

Sitting on a log was Roman, legs crossed with a red guitar rested on his knee. A thin trail of red floated from the strings and carried the tune into the air. Logan could hear Roman softly humming under his breath.

“ Roman .” The words were exhaled, as if out of relief.

The red guitar dissipated in an instant. Roman sat still, not looking up. He sighed.

“Goddammit, Pat,” Roman finally said. “I thought you could keep a secret.”

Patton grinned, going over to sit beside Roman.

“I’m just happy to see that you’re okay!” He patted his shoulder. Roman reluctantly floated over to sit on it, a small smile growing on his face.

Logan stared at the two of them, but couldn’t keep his eyes off of Roman. Out of the entire masterpiece that surrounded him, his presence stuck out like a sore thumb.

He took a few uneasy steps forward, looking over to an empty spot on the log. Roman huffed.

“Good grief . Just come over here, Specs. You look like you want to talk.”

Logan nodded, taking a seat besides Patton and Roman.

“I’m glad to see you, Roman. I…” Logan cleared his throat. “I missed you.”

Roman’s aura glimmered a soft pink.

“I missed you too, Lo. I know it was a bit hard to find me, but...but I’m glad you did.”

“I wish I knew about this place.” Logan looked up towards the circling dots of light in the air.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Roman’s smile fell. “I...I don’t know. There are a lot of answers to that.”

“Okay, let’s start somewhere else then. Why did you leave?”

A beat of silence. Logan watched Roman tilt his head up to the sky as well, exhaling softly.

“I needed to rest.” Roman’s voice was hushed, more than Logan was familiar with. “Between the stress of Virgil’s book nook and the past few weeks or so–”

“Weeks?” Patton cut in. “Wait, what happened?"

Roman just shrugged, though Logan could feel the guilt of his words before he could even say them.

“My magic has always been tied to the books, as was the case with the magic of Logan’s grandfather. Since I am now Logan’s familiar, my magic was fuelled by Logan’s belief in the stories. And...well, his research didn’t really help with that.” He turned to Patton. “Granted, your presence in the shop helped quite a bit, but it’s Logan’s spark that really drives me.”

Roman added quietly, “It’s just a shame that by the time Logan’s spark ended up growing, he...he was never around.”

Logan could feel Patton’s heart drop from beside him. Without really thinking, his hand found his way to Patton’s.

“I...I didn’t know how much my presence meant to you, especially in regards to your magic.” Logan’s gaze fell. “Then again, I suppose I didn’t know a lot about magic in general. I...I’ve really been pushing it aside, huh?”

(The word ‘you’ hung off his lips.)

Roman laughed quietly. “Yeah, heh. But I can’t blame you for that.” A quick glance at Patton. “There’s much more to this world than just magic.”

“But there is nothing that matters more to me than you, Roman.” Logan looked at his familiar with a sad smile. “You mean more to me than I make apparent. And I am sorry for neglecting to show you that.”

“You shouldn’t have to apologize, Lo. It...it made me happy to see you in love; to see you happy. And I wish I had made that happiness more clear.” Roman sighed. “I truly was supportive of you both. After all, you have always been one to bounce against the walls of that shop, absorbing yourself in one thing or another. So I loved seeing you so far away from the darkness you chased.” He then looked back at Logan. “I just...I wish I could’ve given you something to do that. Somewhere to rest, perhaps.”

Logan fell quiet for a few moments. Roman’s words settled in his chest with a heaviness Logan wanted so badly to outrun.

“But yes, that’s a long winded way of me saying that I needed to take some ‘me time’.” Roman smiled, looking out to his surroundings. “Time moves differently here so...so it was good that I rested here for a bit. I got what I needed.”

“Well I am glad for that, Roman. You deserve the rest. I have been...a bit much, heh.”

Roman’s smile widened. “Wow, now it’s Logan that’s a bit much? Who would have seen this coming?”

Logan rolled his eyes. “And here I was trying to be sentimental…”

Roman laughed, and Logan found himself joining him. Patton leaned against him slightly, and Logan eased himself into the touch.

“So what did I miss?” Roman finally asked. “I mean, you were able to come here without me, so I have a feeling I missed something big…”

“Oh, it was so amazing, Roman!” Patton squeezed Logan’s arm. “We were just talking about Logan’s work and Logan said something that caused an explosion–”

“An explosion?”

Logan felt his face warm up. “It was actually for the best that it happened. The shop was a mess.”

“How did an explosion fix that?”

“It was, like, a reverse explosion!” Patton tagged in.

Roman grinned. “You’re never living this down, Specs. First it’s your drama, and now you’re making messes… ”

“ Anyway, ” Logan continued. “To be brief, I may have stumbled upon my magic’s origin.”

Roman perked up. “Oh?”

Logan nodded, feeling his magic swell in his chest.

“My grandfather always told me that magic manifested in the things that brought him joy. For him, that was books. For my father...I am not entirely sure, but there was a hunch that it was me. And for myself...I believe it is knowledge. Or rather, the pursuit of it.”

Roman’s eyes lit up in sparks.

“I knew you would get it eventually.”

Patton looked over at Roman. “You knew?”

“Of course I did, padré!” Roman waved his hands in the air, a trail of red following the motion. “I’m magical, after all.” He then shrugged. “Plus, it wasn’t very hard to piece together. The answer was right under your nose.”

“I am curious as to why my magic’s presence fluctuated so much, especially as of late. Would you have any insight to that?”

Roman paused.

“Well, there are an infinite amount of answers to that. I have a few theories though.”

Roman waved his hand in the air once more, though this time his magic shot out of his hand and floated in front of them in the air. It sifted into the image of a young boy, holding one hand out. He held a notebook in his other. Behind the boy was a taller man and a small, fairy-like figure floating beside him.

“Logan’s magic blossomed at a very young age. But it did not only blossom — it thrived. Logan was learning so much—from his grandfather, from me—and he sought any and all knowledge about magic almost daily. His magic, as expected, was stronger then.”

Another wave of the hand. The scene shifted to an image of the boy—Logan—all grown up and sitting at a desk. Piles of books stacked high beside him. Roman’s bright red magic dimmed ever so slightly.

“After Logan’s grandfather passed, that spark for new knowledge dimmed, alongside his magic,” Roman explained. “He found Virgil Aries’ book by cruel chance, and his current research made his magic a bit dull — it was bleak and finite. And while he was still trying to find knowledge to some extent, he wasn’t opening himself to any new opportunities to question what he thought he knew.”

Logan felt his heart ache. For a brief moment, he remembered what Roman had said during their magical duel, back where it all started.

“Live a little.”

Roman waved his hand once more, and the image changed to Logan standing in front of a cloaked man, sitting in a chair. Roman’s red magic darkened even more, edging towards darkness. Logan turned to face Roman and realized that Roman seemed to not want to spend too much time here either.

“And Virgil’s book...well, that was the dead end of knowledge. Virgil, framed in this bleak state of mind, claimed there was nothing, truly nothing. And if there’s nothing…”

A wave of his hand, and the image dissipated in the air. Logan gulped.

“Right.” He frowned. “But my magic was strong before we went into that book nook, I felt it almost everywhere I walked.”

Roman smiled.

“Well you can thank Pat for that. The art-ventures, his presence in general — sure, you pursued knowledge on your own, but Patton always urged you to go out there to find it in the first place.” Roman looked up at Patton with a nod. “I don’t know how deep the two of you go, but I do know that you must be the tether to Logan’s pursuit. And I can admit that I was so swept up in the idea that Logan’s interest in magic only blossomed with you because it prevented me from seeing that you are the connection I knew Logan needed. I couldn’t give that to him so...so thank Patton.”

Patton returned Roman’s soft smile. “Everyone’s magic starts somewhere, though...right?”

Roman glowed a little brighter. Logan felt his heart swell with warmth as he carefully took each answer into his very being.

“I have a question, actually,” Patton spoke up. “You...you don’t have to go too much into detail, but you mentioned that Virgil—or, the Virgil we met—was framed in a bleak state of mind. But I know you knew him when you were alive so...so was he any different before he died?”

Roman’s smile fell. Logan caught sight of a few floating lights going out in the blink of an eye. The forest grew darker.

“I...I told you that I wasn’t always a familiar, right? When a wizard is born, they draw familiar magic from the astral plane; where souls go after their life ends. But I...I never told you about my life, have I?”

Roman waved his hand once more, but this time, his magic wasn’t just red. Between each spec of red was a thin fibre of purple.

Roman’s magic shifted into a scene similar to one earlier; a young man sitting at a desk, writing, surrounded by books.

“I used to love writing. I would write songs, poetry– even a few stories here and there. I wrote every second I could in a town I loved and knew like the back of my hand.”

Roman then smiled, flicking his wrist.

“But I soon realized I didn’t know everything there was to know.”

A purple spark caught onto the stream of red coming from Roman’s hand, running along it and bursting into the scene. Logan drew back at the brightness, shielding his eyes to see what happened.

The scene didn’t change notably, except for one new addition: a purple figure stood behind Roman, still writing, but now with a noticeable smile.

“I met Virgil in the town library, and we hit it off right away. He had just moved to America to visit family and was staying at a nearby inn. After a few days of getting to know each other, I offered to house him for free. Needless to say, he stayed a lot longer than either of us expected.”

Roman lifted his hand, and Logan watched in awe as the magical image of Virgil and Logan lifted out of the scene that soon after dissipated, turning into spirals of red and purple. They weaved around each other and circled the clearing, weaving through trees and making the lights flicker on once more.

Eventually, the two hovered back to where they had started. The spirals took form into Virgil and Roman once more, now lying down in the air. Roman pointed to the sky, and Virgil’s head was tilted upwards to follow.

“I learned so much about Virgil during our time together,” Roman said, staring wistfully at the airbound image of him and Virgil. “I learned about his thoughts, his dreams — who he was, and who he wanted to become. He became so much lighter around me, and I couldn’t help but follow in that light. We would spend nights in this forest together, writing in each other’s embrace. We...we loved each other, truly and wholly, for as long as we lived.”

The image slowly trickled out. Logan could feel Patton squeeze his hand. He squeezed back.

“I never knew Virgil had a lover,” Logan murmured.

“No one knew back then.” Roman shrugged, though his shoulders were weighed with the cruelty of that time. “Secrecy was the default.”

“What about his book? Did he ever talk to you about it?” Logan found the courage to ask. Roman’s aura dimmed once more.

“Virgil started writing that book before we met,” Roman explained quietly. A few surrounding lights flicker back out. “And...well, love is not an instantaneous merging of perfectly matched souls. It took a lot of time for us to be comfortable with each other, and even longer to be comfortable with ourselves and our own existences. We grew with each other, as love tends to help you do.”

Roman closed his eyes.

“Virgil grew ill a year after we met. I stayed with him every night at the hospital. On one of his worst nights, he shared a draft of the book with me. Up until then, he had never even told me about the book. When I asked why, Virgil explained to me that he started writing that book during a very dark place in his life, but he never returned to such a dark place to finish it.”

“You were lucky to have each other,” Logan finally spoke up, his voice uncharacteristically small.

“We were.” Roman sadly smiled. “He was my hope, even on the days he was without it.”

“There’s one thing I don’t understand though,” Patton added on. “Why did he not recognize you in the book nook?”

Roman paused.

“Virgil...Virgil passed away much earlier than I did. And by the time I died, someone found his manuscripts and published them posthumously. But as soon as I discovered Eric Fray and the powers I would come to inherit, the first thing I did was open a book nook to Virgil’s book. But I realized that since our time together was spent in secrecy, that book was all that was left of Virgil’s soul—of his purpose. So when I visited him...he wasn’t the same.”

“Framed in a bleak state of mind,” Logan echoed back from earlier. His heart ached. “Roman, I...I wish you told me.”

“It was a cruel enough coincidence that you knew him.” Roman averted his glance from him. “But it was more cruel that you only knew him like that. And as time passed, I realized that I was the only person who truly knew his story. So...so I hid his story away. It broke my heart to see him the way I did; irreversibly and infinitely. I couldn’t bear the fact that his legacy was forever scorched by the cruel flames of time, but it was a burden I wanted no one else to carry.”

Roman sighed. “It was for the best.”

Logan opened his mouth to speak, but closed it when Roman fell quiet. He instead focused his attention to his surroundings; to the lights that were slowly returning; to the silent forest that he never knew of.

“Roman,” Logan finally said. “How...how do we get him back?”

Roman let out a soft sob. Logan could hear Patton begin to sniffle as well, watching as Patton gently scooped Roman off his shoulder and cradled him in his hands.

“I...I don’t know, Specs. I haven’t figured it out.” Roman wiped his eyes and looked up at Logan. “But I know what I would do if I did find the answer.”

“And that is?”

“I would tell him thank you,” Roman murmured. “I would thank him for creating the forest I find solace in now. I would thank him for all the love and time he gave me. And...and I would thank him for inspiring me everyday. He turned everything I created into a show of passion, which I grew to understand was the greatest weapon against the life of nothing he once wallowed in. He taught me that there was meaning everywhere, but one would need to be passionate enough to find them. And...and he swore to me that if I was successful in that pursuit, my passion would reverberate across generations.”

He then smiled at Logan. “But I suppose I don’t need to tell him any of that because...well, I can always just tell you.”

Logan broke out into a small smile. He tilted his head back up towards the swirling lights surrounding Roman and Virgil’s midnight forest; lights filled with centuries worth of longing, but an infinite amount of time to hope.

—

Time passed slowly in The Midnight Forest, but it eventually came to a point where it was time to leave. Logan and Patton had braced themselves as Roman whisked them back to Fray and Far Fables, which basked in heavy moonlight.

“Thank you for coming back with us, Roman,” Logan said earnestly. Roman smiled, floating up to nudge Logan’s cheek.

“Of course, Specs. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

Logan rolled his eyes, but returned the smile.

“It’s getting real late.” Patton let out a small yawn as he leaned against Logan. “I think I should start heading out home.”

“Stay the night here,” Logan blurted out. Patton looked up at him with a small frown. Logan took Patton’s hand into his own once more. “ Please .”

Patton broke into a small smile, bringing Logan’s hand up to kiss it. A million flowers blossomed on his skin. “I’ll meet you both upstairs in a little bit, I promise.”

“You’re seriously writing, Specs?”

Logan laughed lightly, beginning to make his way to the front counter.

“It won’t be anything too serious. I...I just wanted to write something down for me to remember in the morning.”

Roman shrugged but nodded, floating up the stairs. Patton went over to kiss Logan’s forehead, then ran up the stairs behind Roman. Logan smiled as he watched the two of them disappear, knowing that they were here , both of them.

Logan took a deep breath, sitting down in his chair. His copy of Nihilism and the Death of Art sat next to his notebook. His smile fell slightly, but returned when he caught sight of a brown, leather-bound to the other side of his notebook.

He picked it up with careful hands, flipping through the pages until he found the excerpt that brought him to the forest.

Logan read the words a few more times. He could feel himself glow, as if he brought a bit of that light back with him.

Logan then set the book down, opened to a new page in his notebook, and began to write.

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