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sweeethinny · 3 years

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Sunlit days

@velvethopewrites asked, and I took longer than I thought it would, but I wrote a Hinny kissing under the cloak.

it's not exactly smut, it's just warm kisses, but anyway, i hope you like it <3

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"Where are you taking me?" Ginny asked, a huge smile on her face as she let Harry - her boyfriend - guide her to who knows where, the two of them hiding under his cloak, making her even more excited.

The adrenaline of the forbidden always made her much more excited to do something. And if Harry was with her, everything was perfect.

"Can't I want to have a moment alone with you?" He asked, not even seeming to care how he sounded, he also had a huge smile on his face. Harry had seemed so much looser and freer these past few days, and Ginny loved to think it was because of her.

Of course it could be for a million other reasons, but that thought made her go to sleep smiling like an idiot.

"You're going to be late for class." They were in a hallway Ginny thought she'd never seen, but Harry seemed to recognize the place with eerie familiarity, only occasionally picking up the Map to make sure everything was empty.

“Are you worried about my grades?” He glanced over his shoulder, smiling in a way that made her blush and smile even more. Her cheeks would crack if she kept this up. 'No need to worry, I can say I was with Dumbledore, or just miss this class, it's History anyway' Harry and she reached the end of the corridor, there was nowhere else to go, there were no doors or anything nearby , and it was quiet enough for them to be comfortable. Nobody would come here.

Harry leaned against the wall, pulling Ginny close, legs spread wide enough for her to be comfortable in the middle, and she didn’t wait for him to say anything and kissed him like it had been days since they'd seen each other. And that was how she felt, at least in parts. Snape didn't take a break, and every night Harry looked tired or she was tired, and they just sat together in the common room for a few minutes before going to sleep. Hermione also didn't let her forget about the exams, just as Demelza seemed to make a point of reminding her whenever she and Harry started to get too distracted in some empty hallway in the library.

"I missed you," she said, grabbing his face and attacking his lips again, almost melting at the feel of his hands on her hips, keeping her where he wanted her, and for once Ginny didn't care.

Michael and she weren't all that evolved to exchange more than quick kisses, and as much as Dean sometimes did like Harry too - his hands on her hips - it never felt comfortable enough or hot, it was always weird, like they didn't fit right. But not with Harry, with him it was nice, comfortable, and she loved when he did that.

“Thought I saw you for breakfast?” He bit her lip, then began that trail of kisses that made her feel hot and forced her to clench her thighs together. His soft mouth moved down her chin, then under her ear, over her neck, over her collarbone… Ginny gasped.

She tightened her hands on his shoulders, just because she needed some support so her limp legs wouldn't make her fall like jelly. Ginny didn't even remember anymore what she had said and what Harry had replied, all so confused in her cloud of heat that she was almost blind to anything but her amazing boyfriend.

'Aren't you going to take your cloak off?'She managed to ask, starting to feel warm from the lack of air circulation, but it was also a good excuse to let Harry unbutton the top buttons of her shirt, and she did the same with his.

'Let me live my fantasy, I've dreamed of it.' Harry mumbled against her skin, his mouth that had been so close to her breasts began to rise again, and Ginny needed a second to deal with the frustration that she felt, soon being filled with desire as she felt him moving one of his hands up inside her shirt.

"Don't say you dreamed with me if you don't want me to attack you right here," Ginny said, her hands inside his shirt, scratching at his abdomen only to feel him shiver and take a deep breath down her neck.

"I'm not telling you not to do this, feel free." He bit into the sensitive skin that made Ginny whimper and try to pull her body away more by instinct than will, that heat building between her legs.

Harry made her land in the clouds, much lighter than when she flew as high as she could, while making her feel that delicious drop that left her heart pounding and her legs limp. He made her feel so many things that Ginny wondered how she had lived so long without knowing she was capable of feeling it.

Like when he saves her a piece of cake for breakfast, or a piece of meat pie for dinner, just because he knows Ginny likes it, and it makes her stomach churn and her throat feel tender as if suddenly, she was going to cry with joy, because she never got to tell him that, Harry just realized, and Ginny comes from a family with too many siblings for someone to notice little details about her.

“As much as I like the cloak idea,” she says, kissing him as if her life depended on it, his thigh between her legs and his left hand cupping her breast. “I'm getting too hot to be pleasant.” Ginny moves her hips just enough to gain that necessary friction that makes her go limp again.

Harry laughs, seeming to notice that she has started to sweat and now for other reasons, so he takes the cloak off them, and the icy wind hits Ginny at once and makes her shiver and lean closer to Harry, like a way to protect herself from the temperature difference. The movement made her feel him on her thigh, and Harry seemed to feel the simple touch as well, because he gasped and pulled his mouth away from hers.

They shouldn't be making out like that in a hallway, now that she was ready to assess the situation. Before at least they were invisible, and now anyone can see Harry groping her breasts and Ginny using his thigh for self-relief. She should feel embarrassed, or at least worry and tell them to find a room, or stop it before someone misses them both and puts the puzzle together to understand why they're gone. Ginny knows that people love to talk about Harry's life, and her love life, and that everyone thinks it's absurd that she dated two boys, so being seen in a hallway like that isn't the best option for her.

But Harry squeezes her hip with his free hand and pulls her forward again, and they're so close to each other, and his hand is warm and soft, and he managed to get his hand inside her bra, and the feeling of having Harry touching her nipples is otherworldly, and the feeling of his thigh creating friction where she needs it most feels so good, and the noises he makes… Ginny can't really think.

The sun is streaming in through a nearby window, and soon that sudden cold is gone and Ginny feels warm again, and she is on a mission to kiss Harry with all the will she has inside, and he seems to be on the same mission that she..

He even makes her forget all the reasons that should keep her from doing what she's doing now, and forget that the last time she made out with a boy in a hallway her brother caught them.

Harry took her to a dimension that is theirs alone and no one can touch or interrupt them, and Ginny thinks that even if she came to her senses now and walked away from him, she wouldn't be able to think for a few more hours, numb at how good it felt the combination of everything he was doing.

For a few seconds she even thought about taking his hand off her hip and putting it between her legs, just because Ginny wants to know what it would be like to have his fingers there, and because she's dreamed about it enough times now and her imagination is no longer enough and neither are her fingers themselves. She's very close to realizing this fantasy, she even puts her hand on top of his, but they hear voices and footsteps and Ginny jumps back in alarm, feeling her heart racing and her bleary eyes barely focusing on Harry's face.

He has rosy cheeks, crooked glasses and her lipstick is smeared across his face, it's a lovely sight indeed, but by the time the voices fade away and the hallway is silent again, Ginny still keeps a little distance, looking at him and taking a deep breath, trying to get back to Earth, as much as the paradise he takes her to is much, much, more inviting.

"Wow," Harry is the first to say, seeming to notice the mess she is in, shirt unbuttoned to her navel, bra bared, skirt crooked and cheeks on fire.

"Yeah." Ginny blinks, still dizzy. Harry isn't all that different from her, and maybe she should apply some less red lipstick next time because Harry looks like a clown with his mouth all smeared like that. She doesn't usually wear lipstick, but she wanted to impress Harry, and he seemed to have liked the choice when he found her coming out of the bathroom.

'Do you think we still have some time before they realize we're gone?'She asks, straightening her shirt and skirt, trying to draw Harry's attention away, as Ginny feels a bit suffocated the more she looks into his green eyes, the more dark now and with that mischievous glow she loves knowing it's her fault.

'I'm sure so,' Harry starts to adjust himself as well, and when the two of them look presentable again - although his lips are still a little smudged - Ginny reaches for him and pulls him close, and starts doing the way back, however much she has nowhere in mind.

'I need some fresh air,' she says, feeling her skin heat up even more, not because she feels embarrassed but because the memory makes her feel cloudy again, and Ginny doesn't want any girl to realize she's like this for something that did with Harry, she doesn't want them to imagine what he is like at these times. It's something so silly and irrational, but it lives in the back of her mind.

“You will be my cause of death, I'm serious.” He mutters, his cheeks also rosy, seeming to be far away.

“Me?” Ginny uses her best voice, wanting to make him laugh and deny it – and she succeeds.

'Yes you.' Harry puts his arm around her waist keeping her close to him, and the two head towards the gardens, there aren't many students around at least, and they don't need to walk to the farthest part to be able to stay in peace together. Harry lies down on her legs, Ginny leaning against a tree, the fresh air soothes the heat off her skin and makes her think rationally.

She smiles at him. "Should I be sad about it?"

"No." Harry smiles, that carefree smile that makes her feel so good knowing he's happy.

''Great, because you're going to be my cause.'' She closes her eyes, laying her head back and listening to him laugh. Ginny thinks she has never been happier.

#hinny #harry x ginny #sunlit days #missing moments half blood prince #hinny missing moments

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kitty0boy · 3 years

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Marichat May Day 7 prompt: Secrets.

I think we can all agree that we were robbed in Shanghai. So I’m rewriting it because I can. This time though, the Shanghai special takes place somewhere in the middle of season 4 (probably after Guiltrip because that’s the episode I just watched) So there’s that.

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Marinette was so excited to go to Shanghai about a day ago. She had taken to reading more about her Chinese heritage and, having learned that her parents wanted to surprise her with a trip to Shanghai, she was ecstatic to go. Her uncle happily provided his home for the visit and, to her great surprise, Adrien had come to Shanghai too. His father had coincidentally had business here.

She had worked hard to get over Adrien and at this point in time, it had nearly worked. She had taken down the pictures and erased his activities on her calendar. Unfortunately, the sight of him still sent her heart racing and made her tongue tied, but she stopped losing her head whenever he was around, which made conversation much easier.

She had strolled around Shanghai earlier in the day. Her uncle was concerned for her safety of course but she promised she would stay on the same street. She had looked in shop windows at the gorgeous antiques, clothes, and even more. Her sketch book was soon filled with new inspiration for her designs. When she turned to head home, she spotted a familiar mop of blonde hair and waved to Adrien. He didn’t seem to notice her though.

All these events felt like they happened years ago now as she stood a top a building with a distraught Fei. The sounds of Chat Noir taking great swings at the akuma rang loudly in her ears. Fei was the only one who could defeat them and she knew it deep down, but she still couldn’t bring herself to.

The next moment, she was falling. The events of a few minutes previous had quickly left her mind. She remembered learning to crawl, and falling off her bike, and drawing her first every design, matching t-shirts that said “Paris’ Greatest Parents”. She remembered capturing Tikki in a glass cup the first time they met, and standing under an umbrella that Adrien was holding. Master Fu was making her the new Guardian and Alya held her when she found out she was Ladybug.

“Marinette!” A desperate cry came from above her and she saw her partner. Was this another flashback? Without control of her body, her hand reached up to touch him, she wanted to hug him and thank him for everything. His hand latched around hers and pulled her flush towards him, then they weren’t falling anymore. She snapped out of it when she felt a shudder come from him. He picked his head up off of her shoulder, his face was stained with dried tears as more threatened to spill

“I finally found you.”

Fei, being fuelled by rage that Marinette had almost been killed, had become a dragon at last and easily defeated the akuma. She bounded towards Chat Noir once the pair of them had reached ground level. In the mouth of the bear form she had taken, was the butterfly. “Excellent job Fei, you really saved us.” Chat sniffed. His eyes were slightly puffy, which could have been from falling head first about 20 feet. “Marinette,” he turned to face her, his eyes watered almost instantly, “I need you to go and hide for now, Hawkmoth was taken by the akuma and I don’t want you to be anywhere near him when he reappears.” Marinette, thinking that it would be better to just follow instructions, began to walk away. Chat caught her hand.

“Just wait for me to come get you alright? I’ll bring you to your u- uh wherever you’re staying.” She looked at him puzzled. “But,” he waved a finger at her. “No buts, I’m making sure you get back safely. And don’t even try to leave without me, I will know.” She nodded and walked away towards a nearby, deserted alleyway.

“Marinette, what’s that on your shoulder?” Tikki flew from her purse. Marinette felt behind her with her arm before her fingers closed around a small disc. She pulled it off.

“That cat put a tracker on me. What a sly little,” Marinette recited but Tikki cut in. “He’s worried Marinette. You heard and saw how he reacted when you were falling.”

“No I didn’t, I just remember one minute I was with Fei, the next me and Chat were dangling from his baton in midair and he was crying.” Tikki smiled. “Yes he was crying, he screamed in terror when he saw you fall. It was quite frightening actually, that’s probably why Fei didn’t say anything.”

Marinette thought about this for a moment before realizing that she had somewhere to be. “We’ve got to go meet Chat and Fei now, there’s an akuma to cleanse and hopefully a Hawkmoth to catch. Tikki, Spots On!”

As she made her way to the alley where Chat thought she was, she couldn’t help feeling satisfied. She sent Chat to get Hawkmoth and although he didn’t catch him, she was still glad to see that the run had calmed him down a little. That was until he realized that Marinette was still alone in that alleyway. She was able to persuade him to wait and calm down before going to get her though, which gave her time to get back to her hiding spot and, with Tikki’s help, put the tracking device back where it had been moments ago.

A soft thump was heard beside her before she was being suffocated under arms that were magically stronger than the average person. “You’re alright, you’re alright.” He chanted over and over again before realizing that Marinette couldn’t breathe. He released her almost immediately and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. Marinette who wanted to comfort him, wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head and his chest. She could hear his heartbeat steadily speed up as he hugged her back and rested his head on hers.

“I was so worried when I found out you were missing. I thought maybe you had lost track of things, being how clumsy you are.” Marinette looked up at him and pouted. How long had he been searching for her exactly? Because it was about 9 pm now and she had started running around with Fei at about noon. He chuckled sadly and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “Then you were missing for hours and I didn’t know what to think. I was scared you were robbed or kidnapped.” She smiled.

“The first answer was right. Fei stole my purse and I had the location of my uncle’s house on there. So I got scared that the thief might try to rob him later so I chased her down the street and got lost.” He gapped at her. “Are you crazy? You should had gone to your uncles and tried to contact me! That was so reckless and careless and-“

“What like how you throw your life away for Ladybug?” She didn’t have to say this loudly to have an effect. He immediately stopped and stared wide-eyed at her. Against her will, her vision started to blur. “You really need to stop doing that you know. I hate it when you do.” A tear ran down her cheek but Chat brushed it away and held her again. “Well I don’t think I ever want to see you fall off a building again so I’ll try to stop if you do.” She chuckled and buried her face in his shoulder.

“Hey, do you mind if we take a detour home?” He broke the silence a few minutes later and she nodded, allowing him to pick her up and carry her towards a darker part of the city. Unfortunately, Shanghai being as bright as it was, they couldn’t see many stars but all the same, they lay down on a rooftop and tried to find some.

“I like being Chat much better than my civilian life.” The comment came out of nowhere but Marinette still turned to listen.

“One of the many joys of being me, is a tightly packed schedule and endless amounts of responsibility. Many people regard me as this kind of statue that has to stay highly polished at all times. I think I’m too good at leaving that impression on people, my first girlfriend had flat out rejected me when I showed her my silly side. She said I was acting like a clown and that it wasn’t who I really was.” He had never told Ladybug any of this, she hoped that he wouldn’t hit too close to home.

“Sometimes I think that I don’t know who I am anymore. I know that I feel happy being funny and when I protect people, but,” he turned to look at her. His face was soft. “Right now is different.” She was confused. “Different how?” She questioned.

“It’s a good different. I know it’s kind of random but I just wanted you to know that, I feel like myself right now, which isn’t something I get to feel often. So thank you.” He smiled.

She would be lying if she said that her heart wasn’t doing backflips right now. “That sounds nice, but, why me? I mean, I’m not really anything special or different. I thought that you would be happiest with Ladybug.” He smiled. “I don’t get to hang out Ladybug very often, and when we do hang out, it’s more of a patrol. Everything is work with her, being with her is easy but we don’t really get the chance to just relax and be in each other’s company like this.” He frowned slightly.

“And don’t say you’re nothing special. I don’t really understand it but you have this magnetism that I can’t explain. I’ve seen it before. People are just naturally attracted towards you, I myself feel more attached to you than any other civilian I’ve met, and yes that includes the other superheroes.”

She gaped at him. She never knew how much influence she had on Chat Noir. I mean they’ve only met a few times. “I just, how? We aren’t around each other often. I mean sure you’ve saved me a number of times but other than that one time, we haven’t spent time together.” He shrugged, “I don’t know either. I just get the feeling that you’re someone who I can be myself with.” She smiled. “Well since we’re sharing secrets I might as well share one of mine.

He rolled over and propped himself up on his elbows, smiling down at her expectantly. “Well, there was a boy.” He tilted his head in confusion. “Was a boy?” She nodded. “I’ve liked him for forever but I could never get the words out. I stammer in front of him so much that he thinks everything I say doesn’t make sense.” He smiled. “Well you make sense to me.” She grinned. “Yes well I’ve been trying to get over him for a while now, but every time I see his face I just melt all over again. Not that I don’t want to love him, because I do. He’s one of the best people I know, but I know he’ll never feel the same.”

Chat looked confused again. “How do you know he won’t feel the same way?” She frowned. “Because I’ve always been just a friend to him. He makes that very clear.” Chat’s eyes went wide, but Marinette didn’t know why. “It wouldn’t happen to be Adrien Agreste would it?” Now it was her turn to go wide eyed. “How did you know?” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Uh lucky guess I suppose.” A tinge of pink was prominent under his mask. They needed a change of subject. She sat up and put on her best smile.

“Can I draw you?” His ears perked up. “Uh what?” He blushed again. “Can I draw you?” In what seemed to be a great effort, he screwed up his face and looked at her in a teasing sort of way. “Draw me? Or paint me,” he threw an arm over his forehead and posed in a, supposed to be seductive pose. “Like one of your french girls.” He swooned. She burst out laughing which, she noticed, created a sort of twinkle in his eye. “I mean we are french but I meant just draw you. You know, you pose and I draw you. I could even give you a cool outfit to wear.” He stood up and walked around so he was in front of her.

She crossed her legs and rested the sketch book against her knee. “Ok now strike a pose kitty!” He looked suddenly sheepish but posed like a model worthy of a magazine. She went to work drawing him out in a messy sketch that she could tidy up after. They went through a few poses before she stopped him.

“Hmm yes yes these are great model poses. Now how about a different kind of pose.” His face went ridged. She panicked and waves her arms in front of her. “I mean you don’t have to if you don’t want to, I just want to try to express a different part of your personality.” He walked over and sat down in front of her confused.

“A different part of my personality?” She blinked. “Well yeah, you’re not just some perfect statue are you? Your also a silly cat, and a protective superhero, and a caring person, and a flirt.” He blushed then laughed. “Nice way to end it princess.” She crossed her arms. “Well it’s true, you’re a flirty person. You flirt with people all the time, whether it’s on purpose or not.” He blushed. “Do I really flirt with a lot of people.” She nodded.

He fidgeted a little. “Come on Chat, strike a pose, but not one worthy of fashion weekly.” He screwed up his face in contemplation before standing and apparently coming to a decision. “Ok then, how about the cat!” Then he struck a goofy pose. She laughed and he looked crest fallen for a second before she said, “Yes kitty that’s purrfect.” She started sketching away.

Little did she know. Chat Noir was displaying the biggest grin he had ever produced. A smile so bright, it could rival the blinding lights of Shanghai.

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Thanks for reading.

#miraculous ladybug #marichat #miraculous ladybug tales of ladybug and chat noir #ladybug and chat noir #chat noir #cat noir #marichatmay2021 #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous marinette

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sourbat · 4 years

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And Then-

Words: 2800

Rating: T

Pairing: Toki Wartooth/Magnus Hammersmith

Summary: “Hammertooth, as told by the Dethklok Minute.”

There was nothing that could be done to completely vanquish the paranoia, even with the presence of half a dozen committed klokateers, so Toki knowingly made a point to always bring a disguise, to try and play it safe and drink one less bottle than normal, take one less hit than he preferred, because the last thing he wanted to do was prove Magnus’ fears correct.

Toki was there the first time it happened. Worse, he was with the whole gang, reclining comfortably in the hot tub, finished giving Skwisgaar a high five, when Nathan flicked the television on, revealing The Dethklok Minute host’s marred face.

“Today I bring you a blast from the past. We’re talking ancient history here, folks! Famed rhythm guitarist, Toki Wartooth, was recently seen chatting it up with none other than ex-Dethklok, and failed solo artist, Magnus Hammersmith. The two were seen causing quite the scene outside of the Griffith observatory, resulting in them being kicked out from the premises. Apparently, Hammersmith couldn’t handle the extra attention. Real shame, Hammersmith, it’s as close to the stars as you’ll ever get!”

They laughed when they saw the images, the brief video clip of Magnus angrily grabbing and tossing someone’s phone off the cliff, and the hilarious tweets shared by fans that all seemed to focus on how desperate and loathsome Magnus was in comparison to him. There was nothing he could say, whine or threaten to calm the rest of the band down. The day only grew progressively worse as he checked his phone, spotting new threads and comments on all the platforms he frequented, but not hearing a single word from Magnus.

He must have sent a dozen messages, and earned no reply until late at night, when news had reached every corner of the internet.

Thankfully, Magnus took it rather well, or as well as anyone with little to no say in the matter could. When they finally got together, Magnus was clearly upset, but he was more ashamed at himself for causing a huge scene and threatening a bunch of regular jack-offs for poking fun of him, mad for setting himself up for this disaster, and regretted that he pulled Toki and Dethklok into yet another one of his messes.

Once it was out, they discussed the next step. The public knew they were together in some form, but how much was still up in the air. Romance was currently out of the equation, or wasn’t suspected. Magnus treated it as a small relief; Toki, on the other hand, viewed it differently. The mean gossips centered on Magnus wouldn’t just go away if people continued to treat him as Toki’s inferior. If they came out not as competitors, but as partners, as equals, as a real couple…

When Toki raised the idea to Magnus, he spun it differently. They should come out now before the world figures it out on their own. Rip off the bandage on their own terms, and get the rumors done and over with.

The world was going to talk about them whether they liked it or not, so… why not try to have fun?

Why hide it and pretend they were only friends?

“Welcome back to the Dethklok Minute! Toki Wartooth and Hammersmith were seen together exiting Club Rhapsody on Sunset Blvd. The two barely made it five steps before Mr. Wartooth was bombarded by fans. It took several klokateers shooting down crazed fans to get their claws off Toki Wartooth. Meanwhile, here’s an image of poor ol’ Hammersmith, left out in the dust. Good thing he’s already used to it, though!”

That time Magnus was pissed. He hadn’t even done anything that night, and was the soberer of the two. Sure, they were both piss-drunk, but Magnus had been reasonable enough to leave his keys behind, to tell Toki they needed to leave once it got too crowded, and tried being civil despite the crowds, their disguises slipping off, and people flashing lights in every direction just to say they were in the same club as Toki Wartooth.

Unless given the orders, the klokateers didn’t bother trying to protect Magnus, or shoo away fans who had nothing better than to accuse him of trying to latch on to fame, being a parasite, or an unsightly thorn in Toki’s side. The burden always fell on Toki. He had to be the one to grab Magnus and reel him in, remind him to count to ten, to hold his tongue, to try and be the better man despite the rumors and open remarks.

It didn’t take long for forums to pose the much-feared question, one Toki hadn’t regarded until Magnus very frustratingly pointed it out:

How far back do they go?

Then Toki understood Magnus’ fears. With discussions digging deeper into their pasts, Toki knew it would only be a matter of time before rumors of his disappearance resurfaced, and people connected whatever dots they wanted to reach their preferred conclusions.

The following months proved too challenging.

He couldn’t blame Magnus for all those close calls. Toki didn’t blame him when Magnus eventually did snap, and lash out. Magus never laid a finger on him, but the yelling…the yelling and the misdirected rage terrified him.

It was Magnus who suggested the break.

Once again, Toki couldn’t bring himself to blame Magnus, even when everyone else at Mordhaus did.

The truth stung. The loneliness ached. The rumors persisted. Toki waited and watched the news, counting the weeks until the much-needed silence finally died down. It never did. Though the conversations decreased, there was never a point in time where comments online didn’t lead to Magnus, tweets or tags that brought up the name, and the terrible rumors surrounding their relationship persisted. It was the suckiest time of Toki’s life as he waited for Magnus’ return, for the world to get over this strange obsession, and for things to return to the way it was before.

Two months later, Magnus returned from the shadows on his own accord, and begged for Toki’s forgiveness and yet another chance at proving he could handle the unwanted attention, so long as it meant keeping Toki’s. Almost immediately after they reunited, the pictures and videos returned, but this time Magnus made a point to ignore it, to do his absolute best to take it all in stride and make the most of their limited time together.

Toki welcomed Magnus with open arms, more relieved than anything that Magnus didn’t give up on the two of them, and was willing to try and make this work.

“While on tour in England, fans caught glimpses of Toki and Mr. Hammersmith just outside of the Tower of London, harassing the local avian residents, and later caught pissing into the River Thames. Well, you know the saying: boys will be boys. In bigger news, Nathan Explosion played the lead role at The Globe’s recent…”

Then, one day, Magnus was no longer the main story. He wasn’t the butt of the joke. He wasn’t the focus of any folly that took place between them. Now Magnus had a title. Now he was just another one of the boys. Maybe not a member of Dethklok, but someone within the circle. A person who demanded some respect.

It took several months, but Magnus was accepted as another regular figure in Toki’s life. Like Dr. Rockso, Magnus was treated less as a person of interest, a living target, and more a colorful object that Toki took alongside him to various places, adding to the curiosity and allure of their already complex relationship. Unlike the clown, though, the well of controversy had long since run dry, and nasty statements about the older man were quickly replaced with random jokes, silly rumors about Skwisgaar being replaced, and then–

Magnus started smiling, really smiling, again.

And then–

“Today I bring you none other than our favorite buddy-duo: Toki Wartooth and Magnus Hammersmith! The two guitarists were seen sneaking out the back of Cruachan’s, carrying a wasted William Murderface before being accosted by some rapid fangirls. Luckily for them, Murderface was there to scare them away. Hey, Murderface, didn’t anyone tell you three is a crowd?”

It was already a big enough deal that Toki convinced Murderface to join in, drink and talk with Magnus, maybe reconcile some past grudges and start afresh. Now people were curious to know why Magnus was so well-liked. In the eyes of the fans, Dethklok was reaching out to Magnus, which meant Magnus couldn’t possibly be that bad of a guy. The focus on Magnus returned, but with a different change in tone. He was Toki’s buddy. A mentor. A reliable father figure.

Magnus read each new role, and grew paranoid for the one that he knew would soon arise from the depths of internet forums.

Another month went by, then another, and after doing their best to avoid the media, to pay extra attention when making exchanges, their reprieve arrived in the form of funny jingles and images depicting the two of them as nothing short of the best of friends. The host of the show played it well, acting as though he never had a hand in spreading lies about them, and treated their nightly excursions, trips and secret dates as just another blurb in the Dethklok Minute. But as nice as two friends hanging out was, it didn’t draw the same number of crowds as before, and after waiting and waiting, the focus on the two of them finally died.

Nobody cared that Toki hung out with Magnus, and were far more invested in Pickles’ massive pub crawl across Europe, the recent paternity trials of Skwisgaar, Nathan’s up-and-down relationship with Abigail, or Murderface’s failed MLM scheme.

And then–

“Welcome to the Dethklok minute! Uh-oh, Toki-oh! After a huge and successful performance in Japan, Toki Wartooth was seen inviting Magnus Hammersmith into the lobby of the famous Ningen Isu Hotel. But what’s this? Take a look at this! Though the picture is of poor quality, fans speculate the two are holding hands in the photo…”

A slip up. After months of touring, bad reception and shitty planning on his part, Toki called Magnus over, and in their haste to reunite, were caught in the act.

And then…

“Breaking news! You will not believe your eyes!”

The very thing Magnus feared happened. Toki expected a strong reaction from Magnus. He expected the walls to crumble and the world to feel like it was ending. However, he could not predict just how negative a response he'd receive from his billions of fans. Knees tucked into his chest, Toki sullenly scrolled through the thousands of tags with awful slurs and insulting remarks, now all aimed at him. Fans demanded to know if he hit his head, if he enjoyed giving head, if he was always playing for both sides, if he spit or swallowed, if he even liked girls, if he was drunk when it happened, if it was consensual, if Toki was sure he didn’t like breasts, if he was ok, or if there was something wrong with his eyes because he could do so much better than Magnus Hammersmith.

Nathan and the others warned him this would happen, but Toki never believed it. The fans loved him. He could do no wrong.

But, once it was out–

“While most remain torn, a growing number of fans have openly voiced their support of the two…”

Once it was out, it was Magnus who snatched the phone out from Toki’s hand, taking and stowing it in some drawer where it couldn’t bother them before doing the same with Toki, and carrying him off into the night in his arms and telling him it wasn’t worth their time.

“…Send your vote to this number to determine the name of this new, controversial celebrity couple!”

Much like those slow, intimate touches that kept Toki distracted long through the night, the horrible things fans said came to pass. Not much longer, Magnus showed Toki how those same fans that had attacked him, that posted videos and memes making fun of their friendship, that spread rumors and doubt, that tested their patience, were all now sending hearts and their best wishes. There were pictures, both hand drawn and professionally done, hashtags and gifs and essays filled with nothing but off-putting support. Toki found familiar faces and names, avatars and posts from those he remembered directing horrible things his way, and now they were acting as though they never stopped believing in the two.

Toki logged off and debated taking a break from social media.

Magnus beckoned him back to comforting sheets.

The initial shock came and went, and before long, all that was left was empty support and praise. Wholesome quotes and pretty rainbow flags that meant nothing to Toki, even less to Magnus, and fan songs and imagery that Toki blocked, only to later openly mocked with the only man who understood better than anyone else how pathetic and empty-brained most people were, and how quickly everyone forgets.

The band had little to say, but offered their indirect support by reminding Toki the jack-offs were more than likely jealous. Toki had everything in the world, Nathan later said. It didn’t matter that he left it at that, abruptly ending the conversation before Toki had a chance to really take it in and appreciate the shreds of a hidden apology underneath it all. Everything in the world. To think it included Magnus made the half-assed apology more heartfelt, and Toki had to stop himself from getting too close to Nathan and thanking him for taking his side, for being there, for listening, caring in his own way.

And, finally…

“… and in other news, the world’s favorite musical couple celebrated Toki Wartooth’s birthday in upstate New York. After celebrating at Mordhaus, Magnus and Toki decided to take advantage of the band’s extended work sabbatical, and take a vacation together… Next week, I give you a very special Dethklok exclusive, starring none other than the famous couple themselves!”

With an outstretched hand, Magnus reached for the remote, turning off the television with a short, but aggressive jab on the power button before snatching his keys and turning to Toki, who remained peacefully reclined on top of the hotel bed.

“Ready?” Magnus asked, fixing one of many heavy rings he had on his person as Toki slipped off the bed, hastily running past him to locate his socks and boots for the long day ahead. Magnus fingered a rather hefty skull ring adorned with gaudy, but bright and pointed gemstones. “So, who’s doing what again?”

“I holds him down,” Toki replied as he worked the laces on his boots. “When I gives the words, I jumps across and holds him down.”

Magnus picked up his sunglasses, donning his disguise before casually making his way out of the bedroom. “Uh-huh. And what’s the word?”

“Hmmm.” Toki chewed his inner lip as he searched for a random enough word. “Cinnamon?”

“Cinnamon?”

“Yeps,” Toki replied, standing up and following Magnus. He grabbed a small box of medical bandages and gauze, still in a plastic bag that rested on top of a recently cracked crystal table, and shoved both into his already cluttered fanny pack.

Magnus reached in, snatching the gauze and stowing it into one of his pockets, leaving more room for Toki to rearrange his things. “And you’re totally fine with me beating the ever-lasting shit out of him?” he asked, earning a mischievous little glance from the younger man. “All by myself?”

“Wells, I’ms gonna to gets him first,” Toki contentedly pointed out, and earned a snicker from Magnus when he dared to smile at the thought. “Ams doing half the works. Also, lets me wear some of the rings.”

“Fine, fine.” Magnus offered his fingers up to Toki, amused when the young man stopped and hovered and admired the large, heavy steel rings bought for the sole purpose of rearranging another man’s face. He raised a brown when he saw Toki reach for a devilish ring adorned with curled horns. “Not that one, I like that one.”

“Evens better.” Toki pulled the ring from Magnus’ middle, sticking out his tongue as he tried it on, along with a few others, before earning a slightly sarcastic look of approval from Magnus.

“Ready?” Magnus asked again, admittedly smitten by how well the ring suited Toki.

“Waits, I forgots my hat.”

Magnus headed to the door, taking his time, stopping briefly to admire the view from the window and take in the magnificent view, while also picking up on rushed footsteps hitting the floor, Toki nearly tripping over himself and putting on the last bit of his outfit, then claiming Magnus’ free hand as his, and yanking him close into a brief, but passionate kiss.

“Let’s go,” he said after slowly pulling away, eyes locked on Magnus as he opened the door, ready to be led into the light.

#fanfic #toki wartooth #magnus hammersmith #metalocalypse #fanfiction #unbeta'd

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factual-fantasy · 4 years

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Some more asks, :} lots of OCs down below if you are interested.

I now am actually sitting on top of, but still attached to the puddle. :} I would draw what I mean, but I am much too tired..

NO NO THAT WONT BE NECESSARY-

Hmm.. I cant remember. I mostly read ones that are either just cute or bitter sweet. I cant remember clearly the ones that just hurt and were sad.

However, if you’re curious.. the bitter/sweet one I read recently was a two part series written by @parsnipit. Here’s part one and two if you want to read it. :} Its a Gravity Falls fic. It is very good and had me glued the whole time!

𝒜 𝒽 𝓊 𝓃 𝒸 𝒽 𝒷 𝒶 𝒸 𝓀?

Well, how about I show you ALL of the characters in that particular folder and tell the story of the character if they have one? :} Which honestly, there aren’t tat many characters.

I know my followers know to not repost my art.. but just in case, I went back and added my watermark.

I don’t remember this character and I forgot what language his name is in.. I think he’s a scavenger of sorts though?

I believe I just wanted to make some interesting monster OCs. So I did. Not sure what their story was if I ever made one for them.

I believe I just wanted to make a strange character.. so I did?

I don’t remember this one.. I think I drew this ugly monster with this little girl a long time ago, and translated it into this several years later.

I believe these are Pokémon OCs?

I uh.. don’t remember.

Now THIS one I remember. There was supposed to be this little orphan girl that could communicate with spirits and possessed toys. Her teddy bear, Charles was the first one she spoke to, and the Barbie doll and mitch match clown puppet came around later. These three were her main toys. She was even supposed to ride around in this possessed engineless truck with all the toys in the truck bed. Her goal was to bring the toys peace somehow, but her story never really developed past that.

...She’s Crystal..? I think I just drew her for the sake of drawing her..?

I cant remember Amy’s story very clearly, but I know the gist of it. She was supposed to either be this ancient spirit of the woods that was reawakened.. or she was some kind of ancient forest villager from a long lost village that was brought back to life. Anyway, these two kids found her somehow and.. they had to get her somewhere? Like, she was on a mission, but didn’t know it, but these kids did? They were trying to help her do something I think? Sorry uh, my memory blanks out after that. (-｡-;

I wanted to make a jellyfish mermaid. So I did. :}

I believe this character maaay have been connected to a HUGE and elaborate story that I built a long time ago, but maybe I’m confusing her as an addition to the jello cats. I think she’s supposed to be an alien of sorts.

I.... cant quite remember.. I think this might’ve been like a master and student situation? I believe Zyrus was some kind of creature that has to travel back to this well or something every few years to regenerate himself or something.. and their story was about their journey back to the well..? <:D I’m not sure??

I wanted to test out a new coloring style, so I made her on the fly as a test subject.

This character is named Joyful. He is a figurine that I got from a bowling alley/arcade? I think after getting him, I turned to my friend and went, “What if I drew this guy? Like, as an actual character?” And then I did.

So, Lord Kryton and Xerneas. I drew a picture when I was very little, of a lizard dude holding a little girl hostage. Behind him was this big dragon dude thing. Then there were the parents on the other side of the drawing with.. I think a snake guy..? I cant remember the drawing very well. But basically the parents were upset and the snake guy was like, “GIV HER BAK NOE” and the little lizard was like “NEVR! MONSTR ATAC!!” And that was the drawing. I took the girl, the little lizard dude and the big bad monster and drew them all together. :}

I.. cannot remember. 😔

These characters stories changed many many times. But the one I remember the most is them being a boys interpretation of his family. I cant remember much.. but I think there was this boy who made masks to represent the family he lost? Dad, Brother and Mom I believe. I think the masks were either possessed by his family, or they gained imaginary or real sentience. His dad was very funny and dressed very nice. So his mask formed a body that was wearing a fancy outfit that also looked slightly silly. His brother was very ill for most of the time the boy knew him. His face was covered, he always wore a hat and was hooked up to wires all the time. Maybe cancer? I think his brothers mask was purposely thrown to the ground by his caretaker, which shattered it. He found a way to glue it back together. The mask person gained stiches on his face because of it. He is covered in bandages, casts and coverings, but he’s still a sweetheart, just like his brother. Then there’s the pretty one. His mom was very beautiful and always dressed nice and wore pretty jewelry. So he got beads, necklaces and fake jewels and covered the mask with it. The result was the slender woman on the right. I believe they were good beings. They would be talking and laughing with the kid, but as soon as the guardian walked in his new family would vanish, and the masks would mysteriously be on the floor. I don’t remember what the rest of the story was.. but I believe they were the good guys, like the kids new family.

I wanted to make a fairy butler, so I did. :}

Barbra Dollson, AKA Barb, was a woman who was investigating the phenomenon that is human sized, anthropomorphic, sentient toys. During her investigation, she gained a better understanding of who they are and how they think. Sometime during her investigation as well, she came to the earth shattering realization that she herself is indeed a toy too. She is the same species as the creatures she is studying. Her name is not Barbra Dollson, it is Barbie Doll.

I wanted to draw a tiny woman with a HUMUNGOUS dog, so I did. Meet Riley and Bernie. :}

These two were supposed to be two specially trained scientists investigating an alien planet, or a part of a planet that they have not investigated yet.. or something. I have forgotten the rest of their story, if they had any at all..

I wanted to draw sock puppets... so.. I did.

Might’ve been a Bendy OC at one point, I cant remember.

I think I just wanted to draw something interesting/pretty with these two. Now that I look at it, they remind me of Miracle and Slasher. :}

“Two unamed ocs.png“ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I tried to make an animation with the one eyed guy though, I know that.

#my response #tw #blood warning #my ocs

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autumnblogs · 3 years

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Day 4: You eat a weird bug and don’t even care.

Starting later than usual today because I’ve been absolutely swamped with work. Let’s get down to business to defeat the Huns.

https://homestuck.com/story/644

I’ve never really gotten why John falls asleep here. Seems an odd place to fall asleep, especially with the adrenaline rush that must have been. Maybe he’s passing out from exactly that? Alternatively, maybe Vriska is putting him to sleep.

I also forgot that John Sleeps/Skaian Magicant is split between two flashes.

https://homestuck.com/story/651

Ah here we go. John has what are, if Jade is to be believed, lousy dreams. He dreams of his Dad, of clowns, of baked goods, of Fruit Gushers, of his own symbol, the weird knock-off slimer, and Harry Anderson, before finally Jade appears.

I am not a psychologist or therapist. I am not even anything more than an amateur literary critic. But let me give you my take on that. It’s clear that John is dreaming about all kinds of things that are giving him anxiety here, if Jade’s assessment about his dreams being lousy is true.

Harry Anderson is, as he’ll say later, kind of a weird mutual father figure for him and his Dad, and as a stage magician and comedian, he represents John’s aspirations.

John wants to grow up to be a great stage magician and comedian, and if there’s anything we’ve seen about the Heir of Breath so far, it’s how extremely self-critical he is of his abilities - he’s screwed up every disguise and magic trick he’s tried so far.

The other things are pretty self-explanatory - he’s anxious about his relationship with his Dad, he’s anxious about his Dad’s identity, he’s anxious about his own identity - with the exception of the gushers. Are gushers just symbolizing Sburb for John? Does he have a premonition that the gushers are tainted by the hand of his archnemesis, Betty Crocker? Maybe that one’s just silly.

Maybe they’re all just silly!

https://homestuck.com/story/652

I promise I will have more to say about Jade’s conversations once she is actually introduced, but until then, she is too enigmatic for me to talk about :^)

I will say, if the fact that John is stressing out about everything in his life and just not vocalizing his anxiety, it’s probable that he thinks Jade is just as mysterious as his pals think she is, and is just not talking about it.

I think John, like Jake, is way more intelligent than he lets on, and probably just keeps a lot of things on a simmer, thinking about them without necessarily opening up about them. He talks a lot about surface level stuff for sure, but he seems a lot more hesitant to talk about emotions, theories, that sort of thing. It actually reminds me a lot of how Kim Kitsuragi from Disco Elysium, far from his highly imaginative partner the player character, writes his thoughts down in a notebook to keep track of his through processes, hunches, case details, etc, whereas the Detective organizes everything in an interactive Thought Cabinet that serves as one half of the game’s Inventory and Progression System.

For example, John’s ability to describe and his ability to theorize is on full display in the FAQs that he writes, but when he talks, he’s often just as disorganized as he is everywhere else. Maybe John needs to take up journalling.

Huh. I wonder if Kim is a Prospit Dreamer and the Detective is a Derse Dreamer? That would make a lot of sense. Once @bladekindeyewear finishes playing Disco Elysium (which he is playing at my behest), I’ll see if he’s interested in assigning Lunar Sway, Classes and Aspects to the two of them.

https://homestuck.com/story/665

Dave Owns. The Narrative switches between character perspectives often right before there’s a major climax so that lots of characters can all have climactic encounters in sync with one another.

Eye imagery is on full display here as Dave ascends to the highest point in the building. The Sun over Dave’s house is drawn differently from other abstractions of the Sun in Homestuck, and this particular drawing of the Sun will later be juxtaposed against Terezi’s eyes as Alternia’s Sun burns them out.

The Sun as the Symbol of Light is also juxtaposed with Rose’s eyes later when she uses her seer powers, strengthening the connection between the Sun and Eyes. Near the very beginning of the comic, Rose compares the Sun moving on from the east coast to the west as him casting his lurid gaze on younger parts of the world, or the country. I’m not recalling the exact phrasing at this time.

Lil Cal’s creepy eyes are also highlighted by the Camera here. Through the vehicle of Lil Cal, Lord English is watching and quietly giving approval to all of this.

I choose to interpret the camera’s focus in this flash as giving us a glimpse into what Dave is paying attention to. And boy does Dave notice all of these eyes on him. Between seeing the sun as a malevolent eye watching him, to Lil Cal’s glassy gaze, to the Cameras bro uses to surveil him 24/7, Dave feels like he’s constantly being watched, and I think it’s safe to say it gives him the creeps.

https://homestuck.com/story/673

WV’s self-estimation isn’t much better than John’s.

https://homestuck.com/story/678

I wonder if we can get some insight into the strange minds of the Carapacians in the way that before he’s even finished receiving the commands, WV acts on them. WV is even more impulsive than John.

https://homestuck.com/story/684

Oh yeah, WV’s self-worth is way worse than John’s.

https://homestuck.com/story/685

Luckily almost as soon as his thoughts come, they go. He doesn’t spend too much time brooding over his self-loathing and survivor’s guilt, so good for him.

https://homestuck.com/story/688

A whole bunch of things that are symbolically related to the cast!

While WV’s can town playtime functions as foreshadowing for us, it serves as a replay of the extremely recent past for him, at least in terms of events that we know about.

https://homestuck.com/story/694

The light on Serenity’s belly looks a bit like the Sun, and therefore, an eye.

https://homestuck.com/story/699

The Blue Trees of Can Town call forward to Terezi’s forest, but I don’t think this is probably more substantial than something fun Andrew decided to call back to when he was writing the trolls.

IDK. Maybe Blue Trees = Democracy = Justice?

But Terezi’s brand of justice has nothing to do with Democracy.

https://homestuck.com/story/709

Tab, like GameBro, is an artifact of a bygone age.

https://homestuck.com/story/711

It’s a lot easier to become a citizen of Can Town than it is to become a citizen of the United States!

https://homestuck.com/story/714

I wonder who input all those commands before WV got on board? Maybe whoever was in charge of building these contraptions in the first place - a Carapacian Lab Rat in the Veil.

Always felt like the unseen actors making Sburb run behind the scenes were one of the nicest touches, they lend an air of sinister mystery even beyond the Guardians.

https://homestuck.com/story/721

I am not good at chess.

Maybe sometime, I will have my friend who is good at Chess analyze this game, and see how he feels about it.

https://homestuck.com/story/735

WV’s Self Esteem is very, very bad.

https://homestuck.com/story/752

Our first introduction to the laws of time travel in Homestuck - the past is a place that materially exists, and in only one specific configuration that can be interacted with. You can only bring things forward from the past if nobody else got to them before you. You can’t go back and undo things that somebody else (or you) has already done according to the canonical configuration of events.

https://homestuck.com/story/757

This is ridiculously cool.

Homestuck’s huge climactic story events are arguably one of the things that makes it so special as a story. I can’t think of a story that does such a good job of building up tension in multiple storylines before having them all converge.

https://homestuck.com/story/760

https://homestuck.com/story/765

I wonder what the exact mechanism is by which Jade is aware of the gaming abstractions and commands to the degree that she is? Is it just her Skaian dreams? This could be a one-off gag, but it could also be an indication of a degree of clairvoyance greater than that which I feel like the visions she has as the Prospitian Moon passes through Skaia.

https://homestuck.com/story/768

Jade loves to watch things grow.

It’s a Space Thing.

https://homestuck.com/story/777

According to BladeKindEyeWear’s Inversion Theory Jade’s complicated and carefully orchestrated time loops, which she uses to connect people with possibilities, is an example of her inverting under extreme stress, acting more like a Seer of Time, her opposite, than like a Witch of Space (in much the same way that Rose acts an awful lot like a Witch of Void for much of the comic’s first half!)

I expect a real Seer of Time wouldn’t need quite so many contrivances to keep track of everything going on in the past and future. Eventually, Jade stops using her colourful reminders, which is probably an indicator that she is no longer attempting to play outside of her lane.

https://homestuck.com/story/789

Pretty much all of Jade’s interests cast her immediately as someone with a pretty strong maternal instinct, something that she shares with other heroes of Space. Jade is a caretaker.

Her playthings are dolls so she can roleplay the part of a Mom. She grows oodles of plants, and seems to have a knack for it. She likes animals, and though the only animal in her life takes care of her, she puts in some work to take care of him too.

Her interests definitely mark her as the more classically girly of the two between her and Rose, and like her brother is preoccupied with manhood and Dadliness, Jade seems to preoccupied with Momliness - which is odd, considering that she doesn’t have a maternal figure to aspire to! (Maybe the White Queen?)

https://homestuck.com/story/790

Jade is not of course, only girly. The same way that Dad’s culturally out-of-place baking hobby marks him as transgressively feminine to John’s dismay, Jade’s scientific and artillerist hobbies are transgressively masculine.

Although it’s tempting to say that Jade loves the sciences because Grandpa raised her to, or because she’s aping him after he died, she’s clearly born to it. I think about the question of nature and nurture a lot in Homestuck.

I think on the whole, it falls pretty far to the side of Nature. Characters who share a common ancestry also share common character traits more often than not, even in the absence of shared cultural touchstones, shared geography, shared timeline. The same character only has a limited number of possible choices that they could have made, as Aranea will later say.

On the other hand, some characters turn out very different in one life than they do in another. Dirk doesn’t turn out nearly the psychopath that Bro Strider is by the time that Homestuck Proper concludes.

https://homestuck.com/story/795

Squiddles are, as everyone knows by now, a manifestation of the Dark Gods of the Furthest Ring, but I think there’s more going on with them too - they have kind of a horny energy that I can’t quite place. I’m going to come back to that. Any case, they seem to be one of the symbols that Rose and Jade share in common, although Rose subverts the colorful and cute squiddles into icons more of the extradimensional beasties that they actually represent.

Maybe I think Squiddles are a symbol of horny for the same reason that snakes are lewd to Cherubs - there’s definitely something phallic about tentacles, and definitely something intimate about the idea of becoming someone’s tangle buddy. The very first time I read Rose’s handle, I thought it read Tentacle The Rapist, which I suspect is kinda the point, and some of Andrew’s other works have variously described the process of interacting with tentacles as being molested and so on and so on.

Rose and Jade actually share a huge number of symbols in common between the two of them, which I think is great, but also sad - Rose and Jade clearly actually have quite a lot in common, and the two of them don’t really interact very much.

https://homestuck.com/story/797

I’m going to eventually decode Jade’s fascination with animals too, but for now I want to remark that it’s not just the idea of looking like an animal that excites Jade - it’s the idea of being like an animal that excites her. The exact same little poem is later reiterated by Serenity in WV’s nightmare, as he dreams of losing control of the power of the Ring of Orbs Fourfold and killing everyone he loves. What would be a nightmare for WV though is a fantasy for Jade. The idea of being out of control is thrilling for her.

Dave is also a furry.

https://homestuck.com/story/798

The trappings of a proper gentleman. Monocle. Pipe. Top Hat. Little White Gloves. A proper gentleman without these is a piss poor excuse for a proper gentleman indeed.

SYMBOLS.

https://homestuck.com/story/800

Another spot where Jade is able to interface directly with the audience, in some form or another.

https://homestuck.com/story/802

Jade may have fantasies of transforming into something more animalistic, but she’s not willing to indulge them.

https://homestuck.com/story/803

Jade completely rejects the symbols of witchcraft that Rose so readily embraces.

https://homestuck.com/story/804

Jade contemplates engaging in some Vriskaesque behavior. Is it just because Vriska is watching her? Maybe she’s picking up some Vriska-esque vibes through the feed as the Thief of Light practices her mind control.

https://homestuck.com/story/808

I think it’s safe to say one of two things is going on here.

Jade is either literally cognizant of the audience and interacting with them, putting her on a layer of the story that is quite a lot closer to us than you would expect of someone as innocuous as Jade (maybe the immediate presence of the Fourth Wall upstairs could facilitate that relationship?)

Or Jade has an active imagination, is extremely lonely, and likes to interact with her imaginary audience as a way of projecting a friendly and hospitable demeanor onto the world around her in sort of the exact opposite way that Rose imagines the worst of everything and everyone?

Or, as it often is in Homestuck, it could be both motherfuckin’ things.

https://homestuck.com/story/829

Did I mention Dave is a furry? Dave is totally a furry.

If we read Squiddles as a symbol of intimate contact with living things, Jade’s computer having Squiddles front and center is appropriate - it’s her point of contact to all the people in her life.

Tune in on the morrow to watch Dave’s Bro beat the shit out of him.

Until then, this is Cam signing off, alive and not alone.

#homestuck #liveblogging #commentary #disco elysium #bladekindeyewear #inversion theory #squiddles

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okay-j-hannah · 4 years

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Summer Lovin’

The Marauders : Fic

Sirius x Reader

Word Count: 3567

Warnings: Just a lot of adorable banter over the beautiful Sirius and his constant denial over the fact he needs to let people in 😂❤

Request: “Can you write something with sirius where he meets a girl over the summer and they never really talk about Hogwarts so he doesnt know her house and when they go back he finds out shes a slytherin” - Anon

A/N: Unbeknownst to them, the two kids from seemingly different worlds had so much more in common than meeting during the summer holidays

She sat below the grand tree, leaning against its rough bark as she flipped through her book. The breeze made its way through her hair, ruffling the pages between her fingers; she could barely register the cool touch it fell on her nose.

Her mind was entirely too enthralled with the chapter written before her, describing wonderous tales of a quiet, simple life. One that didn’t hold so many frivolous magical duties or exuberant ministry bound parents.

A swift shift above her caught her otherwise occupied attention, sending her to gaze ahead instead of downwards. However that view was quickly taken up by a wavy-haired boy of sixteen, hanging upside down by his legs hooked onto a sturdy branch.

“Sirius!” she shouted, unable to jump back due to the tree she rested upon, but nonetheless pressing herself flat against it.

The boy hung there, a ridiculously impish smile on his face, “Good evening, (Y/N).” He dropped his arms, revealing a tiny maple seed in his hand.

“You about made me bend the pages of my book,” she scolded, placing the object neatly beside her, “I need it for school.”

In an instant Sirius was right side up again, very nonchalant about what he’d just done. Instead he held his palm up to her eyes, presenting the maple seed before blowing gently.

The little seed immediately became airborne, but not at all as you would’ve expected. It was almost as if the wings of the plant flapped ever so slightly. But (Y/N) knew that to be entirely impossible, Sirius wasn’t a wizard – just a newfound friend from the city over.

“What are you reading?” he asked, just as he always did when they met, planting himself beside her.

“Little Women,” she responded, instantly feeling the warmth come from him where their shoulders touched. “It’s quite good.”

He frowned, pulling a comical face, “You sure? It looks like a bunch of boring words strung together into agonizingly long paragraphs that’ve been extended into impossibly confusing pages.”

She couldn’t help but giggle, slapping his hand before he could fiddle with the novel, “What you’ve just described is called a book, Sirius. And you’d know that if you ever bothered to pick one up.”

The offended look he gave her was dramatically overdone, “I will you have you know I’m passing my classes with adequate grades!”

“Adequate?”

He bent his head side to side in thought, “Well, adequate enough to pass.”

It always made her smile when she was able to figure him out. It wasn’t at all that difficult though, once you broke through the initial barrier. Sirius was a boy that desperately did want people to know him, although those people had to be very select and definitive.

(Y/N) fit the description apparently.

“Have you gotten any word from your parents?” She waited patiently, letting that cool breeze draw them almost instinctively closer to one another.

Upon mention of his family, Sirius always grew a bit darker, his eyes down-turning to his fiddling fingers. “No – I don’t suppose they ever will. Seeing as they’ve already got their perfect son, they can leave me for the scrap heap.”

“Don’t say that,” she muttered, nudging into him, “From what I’ve heard it sounds like you don’t necessarily want to be associated with them anyway.”

It always did surprise him whenever she’d give negative feedback on a person. She was normally entirely against pointless gossip and ignorant bullying.

It also always made his heart pump a little bit faster.

“You think?” he mused, finding another maple seed on the ground and opting to pulling the leaves off.

She gave a rather vocal thinking cap, scrunching her face up in the way that amused him, “Do I think you’re a pompous, ever-livid, critic that shoves anyone you think is beneath you into the gutter? No I don’t.” She pushed him a little harder that time, making him fall over with his guard down.

“I hate when you compliment me so.” He whipped up to push her back, sending her a bit farther away with a squeak in her voice.

“Then you hate the truth,” she muttered, fixing her hair and spitting blades of grass from her lips.

He couldn’t help but stare at her as she did so, his knees drawn up to his chest and his gaze soft and dreamy. It was as if he was envisioning something far away and barely within his grasp.

“Besides, things are better now that you’re with your friend.”

He blinked his eyes rapidly to attempt to clear his foggy dream, “Yeah, James’ folks have been real delights.”

“Don’t say it so sarcastically,” she wriggled her nose feeling a sneeze come on. It only made him smile further.

“I wasn’t being sarcastic.”

She hummed, “I guess it’s just your natural tone of voice then.” That brought a laugh out of him – she loved it when she could make him laugh.

“How’s your family been, then?” he questioned, too worried she’d wonder about his considerably quieter demeanor that evening.

It didn’t phase her at all that he was being simple; she quite enjoyed when he didn’t feel like he had to be a clown all the time.

“Proud and defiant as always. Sometimes I wish I had a James I could runaway to.”

Very faintly she could have sworn those words made him flash with anger but thought it merely a trick of the eye. Things were never complicated with Sirius and they weren’t about to be now. Conversation always flowed between them as the breeze was through the leaves above them.

“In that case, you’re going to have to write me at least twice a month,” he decided, turning himself so he was facing her. “I don’t want to miss out on you finding yourself a James at your faraway school.”

She feebly punched him in the shoulder, sheepishly retracting it to fold her arms, “You know I’ve never been that popular with the boys.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

It was the first bout of silence they had in days, Sirius finding his throat growing dry. His eyes diverted to her hands rubbing up and down her arms.

“You’re cold.”

Still a bit stunned at what he stated before, she slowly nodded, cracking a small smile. Quite unlike him, Sirius shyly opened his arms to her, urging her to come closer. And without hesitation she inched forward, leaning into him with his arm wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her safe and warm.

(Y/N) always had a hard time discerning when Sirius was being truly sincere or not, normally when it came to more serious statements. In her gut she knew she’d rather have liked to believe most of them, but she would scold herself for putting faith in silly beliefs.

Sirius didn’t honestly feel for her in that way.

The problem was… Sirius felt completely and whole-heartedly in that way.

And as he skid home that night, he couldn’t help but feel a little lighter than before – secretly accomplished in himself for having held (Y/N) that night. He could almost remember the pleasant feeling of her leaning into his chest – the soothing touch of her hand in his.

A stupid smile was plastered onto his face as he rounded the corner and spotted his best friend lying on the front grass of his home. A glittering snitch was whizzing around his head as the sun faded still.

“Hey, well isn’t it lover boy coming back with a triumphant look on his face.” The wild-haired boy sat up, clutching the snitch in his hand, “Did he manage to steal a kiss from our little muggle friend perhaps?”

“Shut up, James,” he replied, plopping down on the grass beside him, “Just because I bunk with you now doesn’t mean I get to share every part of my summer.”

“No, that’s exactly what it means,” James stated, straightening his glasses, “Come on now, at least tell me you got a cuddle.”

Sirius drew his knees back towards his chest, wrapping his arms around them and resting his head on top, “Maybe just a little one.”

Punching him in the shoulder, James grinned, “Progress, mate. Now just you wait – soon we’ll see it in the papers: Double wedding with James Potter and Sirius Black, marrying their lovelies Lily and (Y/N).”

Sirius couldn’t help but snort, “The day Lily Evans accepts your date proposal is the day I face my parents with an apology and full allegiance.”

They shared a laugh, enjoying the company of having another to talk to, especially about things such as who they fancy.

“But I suppose it’s going to end soon,” Sirius muttered, gazing at the grass with that same drowsy stare.

James then became overly serious, “What you talking like that for? Just cause summer is ending doesn’t mean (Y/N)’s going to disappear forever. You can come back here next year, and she’ll still be living down the street.”

“That’s just it – what if something happens over the school year? You never know.”

It pained him to see his friend like that, so far away from the carefree expression he was accustomed to. All he did in that moment was give him a reassuring nudge, showing that he understood and would be there for him if it happened.

But as quickly as that silence enveloped them, it dispersed – James making a point to shove Sirius out of the way as he sped to the house.

“Last one to the room has to clean up the owl droppings!”

“By Merlin’s baggy y-fronts are you going to make me clean up after your ruddy owl!”

~~~

The school year was going by slower than she expected, the seasons falling into autumn with agonizing speed. As the days went on, all (Y/N) seemed to focus on was when Sirius was going to write her.

It was becoming detrimental to her declining grades as she dwelled on this wish throughout every class. Even Professor Binns mentioned the lack of participation as she was normally the only one who’d ask questions in History of Magic.

Professor McGonagall requested that she seek some extra tutoring before her scores became too steeply down.

It was just the overwhelming thought that Sirius hadn’t made any sort of attempt to contact her. And he promised he would.

Was it just a summer fling?

“You’ve got to eat something, (Y/N).” Her friend Gwendolyn shoved a breakfast plate her way, “Slughorn is going to be upset if you pass out in the dungeons because of malnutrition.”

She could only faintly smile in return, “I’m just not hungry.”

“It’s that boy you won’t stop thinking about. This mysterious boy you refuse to name,” Gwen bit her toast, eyeing her friend suspiciously, “Come on, you’re starting to look greener than your robes.”

(Y/N) snuck a feeble giggle, “McGonagall was saying something similar just yesterday.”

“I don’t think it’s right for you to be pining over a boy that isn’t putting forth the same effort.”

That created the frown that harshly etched (Y/N)’s chin, “I just don’t get it…”

A crash from the other side of the Great Hall made her pause, simply some surprise that halted her thoughts.

“He was so kind, so attentive – he was always there; cracking jokes and making fun of my reading and…”

“And being so secretive,” Gwendolyn concluded, extracting her wand to fiddle with it against the table. She eyed the commotion happening across the sea of students, “He told you even less about his life than you did!”

(Y/N) sighed, resting her chin in her hand, “I just thought maybe he actually meant it all.”

Another thundering disturbance hit the hall, a number of students standing from their meals to catch a sight of what was happening.

“Probably that Potter gang,” Gwen muttered, turning to console her friend once more. “Look, how about you talk to Professor Kettleburn about some owls that can find his house. Just write a letter explaining the circumstances, owls probably come as a shock to some muggles…”

But (Y/N) had turned her attention to the commotion Gwen pegged as being caused by the Potter gang. Not one too familiar with other social gossip of the school, nonetheless too observant to not know who Potter was, she was suddenly engrossed by the gang of boys surrounding him.

“(Y/N), I’m trying to help you in your stupid dilemma,” Gwen pouted, leaning forward, “The least you could do is try to listen.”

But she was too caught up thinking that one of the boys looked so familiar. Across the way, bombarding a hoard of first years in their wake, the four boisterous sixth years laughed and tossed rolls to one another.

The ringleader, obviously Potter, chucked a buttered piece of toast towards a young Gryffindor, clearly a frightened first year. The sticky bread hit his freshly bought robes, making the youngling cringe and run away with tears in his eyes, others following him.

A short blonde friend snickered, keeping his distance, but enjoying the company. A slender, scarred boy stood shyly away, a disapproving smirk on his features. And another wavy-haired boy was nudging Potter, a crazed laugh on his face as he pointed out the scampering first year.

He looked so oddly familiar. His demeanor beginning to dawn on (Y/N)’s memory.

But it couldn’t be.

“Where in the name of Salazar are you going?”

But all (Y/N) could do was walk towards the disturbance, almost in a trance-like way. Her eyes were quickly beginning to sting, her mouth falling into a look of shock.

The closer she got, the plainer it became that it was Sirius she was noticing. Her Sirius that claimed to be as innocent and clever as she. Her Sirius that portrayed such a charming façade that she completely believed he was the good guy she had always hoped. The good, simple boy she met over the summer – one that could take her away from the stupidity that the magical community gave her.

Only now she was realizing he was just another piece in it.

“Sirius!?”

At the sound of her voice, the quartet stopped their squandering, all suddenly motionless at being addressed by an unknown student.

Remus furrowed his brow, stepping farther away from the classic duo of James and Sirius. He wasn’t about to get in another one of their feuds – especially over a girl. Peter followed suit, sensing the danger and looking towards his cleverest friend.

“Merlin’s beard,” Sirius muttered, dropping the roll he had aimed for the Gryffindor Prefect leaving their food fight. “(Y/N)?”

“What are you doing here?” she fought back those angry tears, noticing sharply his red robes and the glasses clad boy beside him. “I can’t believe it.”

“You’re a Slytherin?”

She shook her head more fiercely, “You’re a wizard! All those months and you didn’t even have a clue that I was one too? God, Sirius, what are you doing?”

The only thing he seemed to be able to do was gap at her, “A Slytherin?”

“The James you were talking about was James Potter!? How could I be so stupid?” she threw her hands in the air, clearly just on the brink of an all-consuming rant, “And I thought I had a decent clue who you were. Oh my God, Black? Sirius Black? My father literally spends weekends at your house… oh my GOD!”

James finally started connecting the dots, “Holy… wait a minute – is this that (Y/N) chick you met over the summer?”

Sirius was still horribly consumed in his initial shock of the whole event that he could only slump where he stood, staring at her.

“I told you back then that I didn’t think you were cruel and indecent. I told you I thought you were incredible and a good person. And now…” she addressed the mess he and his friends had made of the table; the small group of terrorized students at the end of the hall. “You’re bullying first years! First years, Sirius?”

“(Y/N), wait – I…” Sirius was just starting to wrap his head around what was happening. “A Slytherin?”

She was beginning to reach her limit, a personality quite unlike her own snapping through, “Were you just pretending to be something you’re not? I think you’re one way and then come to find out that you’re best friends with the most infamously arrogant child of our year.”

“Hey, now wait just a second…”

“I thought you were better than that, Sirius,” she cut everyone off, “But you’re different, you’re worse, you’re just like those parents you hate.”

She began to back away as he tried to clear his throat, gathering his shocked thoughts, “Slyth…”

“Yeah, we established that, Black,” she shouted, turning around, “I’ve never been gladder that Slytherins and Gryffindors eat on opposite sides of the Great Hall! Don’t speak to me – ever. Got it?”

And as she stalked off; Sirius could feel his own blood growing colder. His thoughts fully back now, shock dwindling as James leaned into him.

“Woah,” he whistled, “You’ve got yourself a little snake now, don’t you?”

At his scoff, Sirius shoved him away, “Sod off, James. (Y/N)!” He ran from his friend group, chasing after this girl he realized he was about to lose.

And if there was anything truer to him in that moment, it was that he didn’t want to lose her.

“(Y/N), please, let me explain.”

She sped out of the hall and towards the adjacent corridor, going anywhere that was from him. “I don’t want an explanation, Black.”

“Please, come on…” he picked up his pace, chasing her in a sprint as she wavered in her steps.

Her eyes were full of tears and she was not in the mood to address them, “Leave me alone, Sirius. Didn’t you hear a word I just said?”

He reached her shoulder, tugging on her sleeve and gaining a glare from her flustered face, “But I don’t want you jumping to conclusions without the whole story.”

She swallowed hard, silently cursing herself for the tears in her eyes, “More stories? So you can lie to me more?”

Sirius bit the inside of his cheek, finding it difficult to let his guard down now that he was back into the grove of school. “(Y/N), you’re not even giving me a chance. Don’t you think I’m a little surprised to see you a student at Hogwarts? You’re clever – Don’t you think I’ve earned the right to be a bit shocked too?”

“You’re a bully.”

“And you’re a pure-blood.”

“So are you.”

“But I left my family.”

“And I despise mine.”

“Looks like we have something in common then.” He attempted a little smile, enjoying the banter a little too much despite the bad timing.

She gave him a harsh gaze, “You’re different.”

He felt his heart give way a little, that urge to open up to her becoming more of a reality. It was that feeling that initially got him to like her in the first place.

“(Y/N), I’ve never been more honest in my whole life than I have with you. You bring that out in me – the real me – the side that I don’t like others to see.”

He waited for her to explode more, but instead watched as she let a tear fall, her frown still in place and not contradicting what he was saying.

He decided it was safe to continue, “You know how school is – it’s hard to find your place and to show you’re not something to be taken lightly or made fun of. I come from a very infamous family, one that represents a lot of what I hate. I’ve tried to take every possible measure to show that I’m nothing like them.”

The look in her eyes was beginning to soften and he found more courage to speak up, “I’ve rebelled against a strict upbringing, I defy any sort of rulebook given to me, and I do the complete opposite of the expectations set for my life. I’m a Gryffindor for crying out loud! My whole family has been in Slytherin for generations.”

She sniffed, swiftly reaching to wipe away stray tears, “You’ve built a wall. And you’re too stubborn for your own good to let people into it.”

“Except James, Remus… and you.”

That made her chest hurt with a little more pride than sorrow, “Maybe I did jump to a few conclusions.”

“And maybe I’m a blithering idiot that said Slytherin one too many times.”

The smile he gave her made her giggle slightly, taking a step forward so they were closer as they once were those many months ago. “If you can promise me you try to avoid the bullying, maybe I’ll consider seeing you more.”

“Even with the distance between the tables?” he smirked.

She lifted her hand slowly to graze his fingertips, “If you make the trip worth it.”

It was like his whole body froze in place, a feeling like none other coursing up his arm and taking refuge in his steely heart.

“But of course,” she remarked much louder to the muttering she used before, “That means you’ll have to actually show you have a good heart every once in a while.”

And she walked away, heading back to her dorm as Sirius stood there with the biggest smile on his face – one he hadn’t felt in a long time.

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Road Trip (Finale-Part 14)

The finale! Part 14 of Road Trip!

Rufo x Female Reader

Bold is Rufo’s Perspective

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I heard Albert walking around in the early hours of the morning and I figured I’d give him a little bit more time. He could be a bit of a sourpuss in the morning depending on the day. I was already wired from my now empty thermos of coffee and knew he would need his few cups too to get started. (Y/N) seemed to be doing alright from what I could tell so I slipped out to take a bathroom break and see if he needed help with anything. He had me help with breakfast. Both of us were quiet as we cooked away. The stress of the day was already so thick in the air that I could cut with the butter knife I was using on some toast.

Albert finally spoke though. “After we all eat, I’ll start getting the living room ready. You and her freshen up. And Cecil.”

“Yeah Albert.” I looked over to him from my simple task.

“I’ll need some of your blood for some of the symbols I put on her. You and her have a strong connection so it’ll help keep her anchored.”

“Whatever you need Albert.” I perhaps sounded more groggy and the yawn I let out didn’t help.

“You didn’t sleep a wink did you?” Albert said without missing a beat as he started to slice oranges for orange juice. The man knew me well. I couldn’t help but chuckle as I went to flipping the eggs.

“No. Not a single wink. Been too wired after yesterday and what almost happened.”

“Can’t say I blame you Cecil. I’ve seen what this sort of thing does to someone. It’s not pretty. Not even your hands would have stopped what would happen if you were alone or still at that hospital. Angry spirits get what they want after all and they don’t care how. You know that very well.” There was a hint of a smile on his face that I caught out of the corner of my eye.

“I had a little bit of help. Even the greatest escape artists has a great assistant behind the scenes.”

“And it’s been one of the best investments I’ve ever made, Cecil. I consider you a friend besides just someone who works for me. You know very few have that title.”

“Albert, I think you need more coffee.” I cracked a smile, a genuine one since a few days ago. “Either you’re still tired or you’re getting just a bit mushy in your old age.”

“If that was the case I would be goo a long, long time ago.” Albert let out a chuckle while we wrapped up breakfast. “Now, go make sure she eats and then we’ll get started.”

I grabbed the plates he offered to me along with another cup of coffee for myself. I probably didn’t need it after the thermos, but I have a hard time saying no to a good cup of coffee. I didn’t really touch my food. Instead I made sure she ate, and she seemed fine as she took each bite. Almost like the other day didn’t happen and she didn’t almost spew some too powerful spirit energy from her mouth. She was still like a limp doll but that would change soon. Soon she’d be back to normal and she would smile with that sparkle in her eyes. She would hug me tight and I’d hear her voice again. We could take silly pictures again on her phone and I can take her to diners when I go to bring her home. I cupped her cheek and gave her a feather like kiss on her lips then looked into her eyes. I hope she could see right back into mine.

“We’re gonna get you right as rain (Y/N). It’ll be alright soon.” I knew she couldn’t answer me back, but I just wish she could say something.

With a heavy sigh I scooped her up into my arms, bridal style, and made my way with her to the living room. The furniture had already been pushed to the sides and Albert was busy drawing a variety of symbols on the floor in chalk. For now he had me set her down on the couch.

“Your hand Cecil my boy.” He held out his hand and I offered mine to him. “This will hurt just for a brief moment.”

“Don’t worry about me Albert. Not the first time I’ve been cut up.”

Albert chuckled before grabbing one of his knives he had at the ready and gripped my wrist. He made a few quick cuts and the blood that came from them he gathered in a small bowl. I had already healed as he knelt down by (Y/N) and collected some of hers. Did it irk me a little as I watched the knife cut her next? Maybe but I had to remember it would help. I watched as he mixed the two together and pour in a mix of various concoctions. I didn’t understand what he was doing but I didn’t need to. As long as it got her back.

“Lay her in the middle Cecil.” He gestured and I did as instructed.

He got beside her once more and with a small paint brush he started to paint symbols on her visible skin. I was almost mesmerized as he made sure he got each one right. I could barely hear him start to mumble under his breath, but he was saying some sort of chant.

When he covered most of her chest that's when the screaming started. It wasn’t like the ones I heard in that run-down cabin that were hers. No. These were like a beast got its leg stuck in a trap and was being stabbed by hunters. She started to thrash, and Albert barked at me to get her pinned down. I could barely hear him over the howling, but I moved. I had her arms pinned down and he positioned himself to sit on her legs though she still managed to rock us both around. That’s when I saw a light come from her mouth.

“Albert! Hurry up!” I moved quickly so my knees were keeping her arms down so my hands were now free to clamp her mouth shut.

“Haven’t had anything so feisty in a while.” I could hear Albert mutter as he dropped the brush and opted for a knife instead. “She won’t like this but right now I don’t think she gives a damn.” With her shirt hoisted up he started to cut into the flesh of her stomach more symbols and he spoke more words in forgotten languages. As he chanted he yanked my hands away just in time for her mouth to open and a series of orbs came from her mouth that flew around the room and fizzled away.

The strange growls that were coming from her suddenly died down and I watched as her eyes came back into focus on the world around her. I moved off her arms and stayed to her side, my hands going to cup her cheeks. Her skin felt so hot and after the strange clamminess it had felt not an hour ago I was relieved. She looked so exhausted and like she was about to pass out. Though I couldn’t blame her if she did right there.

“Doll? Talk to me (Y/N). Let me know it’s you and not some rube in there.” I didn’t mean to sound hopeless or to beg but after everything I just wanted to see her back to normal.

“Rufo?” My throat felt sore, almost like I had been on roller coaster all day and screaming the whole ride. “Where.. where am I?” I tried to sit up, but my body felt stiff and weak. Rufo moved to help me up and I saw a man standing in front of me. Looking around I could see a bowl of a red liquid and then there was a pain in my stomach. When I looked down I saw weird symbols etched into my skin. “What the fuck happened to me?”

“You, my dear, got caught in something nasty when you played hero for our dear Cecil.” The man went to gather the items that were around. With the things put away he offered me a hand for a handshake which I took. He had a firm grip though I expected as much from a man who was built like a middle-aged truck driver. His eyes seemed friendly, but something was off in them. “Albert Miles. You can call me a longtime friend of Cecil’s.” His hand let go of mine and he helped Rufo get me up onto my feet then sitting down on the couch when we realized my legs weren’t ready just quite yet. “He brought you too me after the little incident with Crowley in the cabin. It’s a good thing he did, or you certainly would have been lost.”

“I don’t know how to thank you but, well, thank you.” Rufo put a blanket around my shoulders which I held tighter onto me before grabbing something to clean my cut into stomach.

“No need for thank you’s (Y/N). It’s not often Cecil brings a friend over so I’m happy to help.” There was that smile again that almost sent chills down my spine, but I smiled back at him. His eyes went to Rufo who now slipped an arm around me. “You two clean up then get some rest for a few days before heading back. And take your time to bring her home. We don’t need anything to be rushed.” With that Albert turned on his heel and walked toward what I saw was most likely the kitchen. “I’ll make us a lunch. Exorcism’s always leave me hungry.”

Lunch passed with a blur and the rest of the day followed suite. Seeing the smile on Rufo’s face was the main thing that was consistent though. Even as he helped me shower or get into bed there was always a smile on his face. Albert had been a kind host and I found myself thanking him maybe a little too much as he and Rufo were getting the car ready for the drive.

“Now, now (Y/N), I’m happy to help. Besides, Cecil and I have an agreement so I’m always pleased when we can both benefit from it.” Albert handed me a small leather satchel. I could hear the clanking of vials inside as I took it. “There’s some medicine in here in case you start to feel a little off. There may be some aftereffects but keep up with it and you’ll be just fine. Only a few sips each time mind you.”

“Thank you, Albert. For everything.” I managed one final thank you before Rufo ushering me to the car. We both gave Albert a wave goodbye and we were off.

The drive was mostly quiet but the occasional song singing and light chit chat. It was almost like nothing happened, but I knew Rufo was keeping an eye on me. I could see from the corner of his eye how often it would flick over to me. He even reminded me a few times to take the medicine before I realized I needed it. It was good to be back again though I had questions.

“What happened after I hit you out of the light? I only remember pain and then not being here.” We were sat in a diner, far from others though it wasn’t exactly busy. Rufo raised a brow while he was taking a mindful chew from his burger.

“Crowley and I immediately took you to a hospital. I was too angry to go inside so he took you in. We realized this was something regular treatment wouldn’t fix so he had me take you to Albert.” He leaned back in his seat as he spoke, and he fiddled with his glass in his free hand. “I honestly expected him to try to fight me while he had the chance but seems you said the magic word that turns that little switch in him when you just lost consciousness of yourself.” He could see my confusion clear on my face and there was a small smile on the corner of his lip. “You said one little word. Please.”

I sat there for the rest of meal, both a little confused and thankful. To be fair, a lot of this strange world I was exposed to left me very confused ever since Rufo revealed his clown face to me. Even when Crowley first sat down across from me at that small diner and warned me about Rufo. Maybe one day I’d get the answers about some things but for now I was ready to wrap up this vacation and get back home.

It was almost nice to get back into my town and then to see my small home on the block coming into view. Rufo pulled into the driveway and despite me saying I could get it, we spent a few minutes getting my things either in the house or in the garage where I could take care of it later. The whole time though there was an odd look on his face. He looked almost lost and perplexed. When the last of it was put away we found ourselves standing in my driveway.

“(Y/N) promise you’ll take care while I’m gone.” His hands rested heavy on my shoulder and my gaze went up to his face. He was already looking down at me.

“I promise, Rufo. Don’t worry too much about me. Promise me that you’ll take care as well.” That made him crack a bit of a smile.

“Oh, don’t worry about me doll. I’m hard to get rid of.” His brows raised, eyes widening a bit like he remembered something, and he quickly reached for something in his pocket. “I, well, I got this for you for when you woke up, but it slipped my mind to give it to you then. I wanted you to recover and rest first.” He slipped out a small box and he handed it over to me.

“Rufo, you didn’t need to get me anything.” He slipped it into my hand, a move insisting I take it regardless my protests. With everything that’s happened and how he’d been, I couldn’t really say no. I opened it and revealed inside the lovely locket inside. “Rufo, it’s beautiful. Thank you.” I went to flip it open to make sure the hinge worked properly, and I saw a picture of the two of us inside. The selfie from the cliff.

“Albert must have put that in.” Rufo chuckled and I could see him shaking his head. “He’s always been a sly man.”

“I’ll have to thank him again another time.” Rufo slipped the necklace from my hand and helped me put it on.

“I need to get going. I promise to come back.” Rufo’s eyes roamed over my face like he was trying to make sure he remembered every little feature. “And when I do, I’ll take you on another trip and I’ll show you all the best sites out there. Coney Island, every fun little museum and we’ll do anything else you want.”

“I’d like that a lot, Rufo.” My hands went to hold the back of his neck and we shared one last kiss. It was deep and I felt my heart skip wildly in my chest. Everything in me didn’t want to let him go but I knew he couldn’t stay.

I felt my heart sink as he gave me one last smile before turning and walking down the street. I watched him until he was a speck on the horizon.

A FEW WEEKS LATER

Rufo had been gone for a little over a month now and he kept in contact when he could. Usually always by a different phone number but it was always nice to know he was both doing well and to just hear from him. He always said he’d be back soon though it felt like it would take longer and longer. Either way, I’d be patiently waiting. Our last conversation he was nearly all the way across the states but the good news he was almost done with his job. Almost.

The next morning I found myself sitting at the dining table with breakfast fresh on the table. And then a knock on the door. Usually the newspaper delivery boy just hit the door but perhaps he was trying a different approach. I got up, still in my pajamas and somewhat messy hair, and answered the door.

“Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes doll.” Rufo in his human look was there and he had a duffel bag in hand. “Miss me?”

“Rufo!” The duffel bag fell to the ground as I nearly tackled the man to the ground, and he had to quickly grab me. “You’re here!”

“I had to lead you on a little bit. I needed to make sure you were surprised when I came back. I think it worked pretty well, don’t you think?” He let out a laugh and he smiled down at me. “Finish what you were doing and get ready to go.”

“Where are we going?” A look of confusion replaced my excitement but that only made him smile even wider.

“Just on a little road trip. I got it all planned out and set up for us. It’ll be a blast (Y/N).” He grinned before planting a gentle kiss on my smiling lips.

I used to ask myself if I would have agreed all that time ago if I would still let the man at the gas station into my car when he asked for a ride. As we drove down some random highway in the back way of somewhere that question popped into my head once more. The answer has always been yes.

#rufo the clown #rufo #more love for rufo #rufo the clown fanfic #rufo the clown fanfiction #rufo fanfic #rufo fanfiction #james a moore #smile no more #one bad week #killer clown #slasher clown #and das a wrap for road trip #time to think of the next long ass story #rip me

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Scars That Heal || Eddie Kaspbrak x Reader Series

• Ch. 4: Bust A Move •

TRIGGER WARNINGS: sexual assault implications. This very first scene with Beverly involves her and her father, and her fear of him doing something to her. If you'd like to skip I have marked the end of the encounter with this: [●●●] When you see this marker, that means it is over and you can read the rest of the chapter in peace. This chapter will begin with this scene so if you are skipping, proceed to scroll until you see the marker.

A/N: you certainly will not hurt my feelings if you skip the scene. This was a very difficult mindset to get into myself and I struggled a lot emotionally with writing it. But I promise, the rest of the chapter is heartwarming and fun and overall is the foundation of friendships and significant to Y/n's arc, her induction into the Losers Club [including her link to Henry and what "makes her a loser" and the budding relationship between her and Eddie.

WORD COUNT: So big I had to add a word count, 7849. Oof, take some breaks peeps.

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With a terrible sinking feeling and a churning stomach, Beverly walked through her front door. She tightened her grip on the plastic bag she held behind her back, praying her father wasn't around to see what she had bought. As she crept through her apartment, scanning for any signs of life, she absentmindedly heard the words of the children's program echoing throughout the residence.

"Toilet and bath water travel down the drains and into the sewer." The front closed, not as quietly as Bev had hoped. "The sewer is a fun place to play with all of your friends. Just follow the water into the drains and down into the sewers you go."

The words of the cheerful program hostess echoed off the walls and went unnoticed by Bev. "When you're with your friends in the sewers, you can be as silly as a clown!"

She poked her head cautiously into the living room, it was empty.

"That's right, it's the word of the day."

Bev walked quickly and briskly down the hall, nearing the safety of the bathroom when the large looming figure of her father appeared. Beverly met his eye, fear settling in her chest as she gulped.

"Hi, Daddy." Her voice came out in a choked whisper, a side only her father could bring out in her.

"Hey, Bevvie." His eyes flickered down at her grocery bag and back up at her. "Whatcha got there?"

Her eyes fluttered down to the concealed box of tampons in the bag, knowing, no, dreading this day. This is what she had feared would happen. Why, she cursed herself. Why the fuck hadn't she just done this in the safety of Y/n's apartment?

"Just some things,"

"Like what?" He took the bag from her hands and rifled through.

He grinned suddenly and his eyes zeroed in on Bev. She felt her whole body stiffen in terror. He knew now. And there was no telling what he would do. Her eyes drifted to the wall behind him, and there they stayed, much too frightened to look him in the eye. His rough and calloused hand touched the side of her face and she fought her instincts to recoil, knowing better.

He brought her in close, and he closed his eyes. He took a long lingering sniff of her hair and she felt the icy cold grip of fear grasp her heart. Tears pooled in her eyes and his hand fell to her long red hair, and he now held it in his palm. She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up, fear prickling her skin and he stroked her red locks with his thumb, possessively.

"Tell me you're still my little girl."

Two little words, she told herself. Two little words she had to say and it and he would be on his way. Hopefully.

"Yes, Daddy."

"Good."

His palm returned to the side of her face, and he motioned her away. A flooding sense of relief washed over her and she slipped around him and disappeared into the safety of the bathroom.

Her palms gripped the sink, and the running faucet almost completely covered the noise of her distraught sobs. Her salty tears that fell from her cheeks landed in the sink and were carried down the pipes along with the rest of the running water. A long and slender pair of silver scissors lay next to her palm on counter. With a shaky hand, she brought the scissors up to her loose hair.

The hair that he strokes, the hair that he smells, and the same fucking hair that draws every unwanted eye in town, including her own father. Grasping a long lock of hair, she hesitated. Only once. But countless memories flooded her at once. How many times he looked at her, how he looked at her. No. No more.

She snipped a lock of hair and she smelled the whiff of freedom it brought. The feeling disappeared just as quickly as it had come but and was soon replaced by more spite. Spite and fear.

"This is what you did," she whispered, cutting another chunk of hair. "This is what you..."

She grabbed another chunk of hair, eagerly. Desperately.

"This,"

Another lock gone.

"And this,"

She kept her eyes on the sink, watching wisps of orange hair circle the drain before disappearing. She angrily grasped larger chunks of hair, working feverishly. The hair fell from her head so fast, it began to pile up in the sink. Sobs racked her body and her hand returned to her head and she realized there was no more.

For the first time she let her herself look at her reflection. There stood a sad and frightened young girl. Beverly ran a hand through her shortened hair, lingering on her scalp as she adjusted to the new feeling. Her once long and gorgeous head of hair was no more, choppy and uneven curls was all that was left. It was short and messy, not unlike hair she'd find on most boys at her school.

Good.

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Y/n didn't know why she bothered looking in her drawers for clothes, she barely had any in the first place. Decent clothes at least, just about everything she owned was second hand and it was not uncommon that they were torn slightly in places.

She wondered why the hell she was nervous in the first place. Then her fingers found the familiar nylon of the swimsuit fabric, and she sighed. Right.

Y/n and Bev had agreed to go swimming with a bunch of boys they barely knew. It wasn't that hard to connect the dots when they mentioned where they were going, it was the quarry after all. But it never quite dawned on her until now, that she was going swimming with several boys she barely knew. Even though Bev would be there, that wasn't exactly a comfort. She never quite had her friend's confidence.

Despite her home life and all the nasty whispers that floated through town, Beverly didn't let it affect how she saw herself, a quality Y/n admired. The same couldn't quite be said for herself. She could barely afford to go to school at Derry High, her family worked paycheck to paycheck just to send her to school. And she didn't like to talk about it, but Beverly had time and time again lent her money for little things that she couldn't afford herself. In fact, she had a few old jackets and shoes that Beverly had given her.

The two girls were more than thankful for their friendship, both a perfect fit for one another, like two pieces of a puzzle. Each of them were able and willing to give the other what they could provide, whether it was some borrowed money, or a safe haven away from a leering father, and of course a never ending source of love and support. But of course, occasionally, no matter how hard she fought, the little green monster wormed its way into her mind. It always managed to pluck her most treasured memories with Bev, and stain it with jealousy, rotting it with envy and disgust. It picked at her confidence and fed her venomous lies that completely contorted their friendship.

Like the only reason people knew about her was because she was friends with Beverly. It was the beautiful Beverly Marsh and ol' What's Her Face. She would occasionally catch herself wishing she could draw attention like that, but she quickly dismissed it. No, she shook her head, ridding herself of the thought, no it's not worth it. She reminded herself of all the horror stories she had heard from Bev, and had witnessed for herself, in the many years of their friendship.

Sure, she was easily noticed by cute guys at her school, and that was fun and exciting at her age, but she was also noticed by older men. Men like Mr. Keene, and he was only one example in dozens of men all over town. Not to mention her own father. Any time the little green monster returned, it diminished itself in the pity Y/n felt for her best friend. But that didn't mean it wasn't hard for Y/n to hear the many names she had been called. "Filthy little tramp!"

And not to mention the countless side glances followed by surprise from boys - and girls - that she had in fact been there standing next to Bev the whole time, and they only just noticed her. She was always the sidekick. "So ditch the street rat and we'll go to the movies, you and me."

Anytime anybody thought she couldn't hear them, they spoke ill of her. Hell, not even then, most people didn't care if she overheard. Usually, they were trying to persuade Bev in one way or another to leave her behind.

"What is she, your little puppy dog? Just tell her you're sick or somethin' and you're home free,"

"Look, you're friend seems... nice, but she doesn't fit in with us. Either come alone or don't come at all."

Of course, Beverly never bought into that crap. Y/n was too important to her, she was Beverly's saving grace after all. And there was no way in hell she would let anyone talk about Y/n that way.

"Then I guess I'm not coming." She'd reply. "If you really need a date so bad just take the stick up your ass,"

Y/n smiled at the memory. Oh, how she relished in the shock on their faces. That particular comeback had them running away with giddy laughter as they wove through the halls, the angry trio of boys after them. They found sanctuary in a small hiding spot behind the school where they remained until the trio gave up and went home with slightly deflated egos.

This was another reason Y/n was ashamed to have these thoughts, Beverly clearly cared for her and would be very upset to know she thought these things of herself.

As Y/n pulled her worn out jean shorts over her bathing suit, she searched her bed for the t-shirt she had set aside. She slipped it on and as she looked in the slightly cracked mirror she felt a small bud of confidence blooming in her chest.

Beverly had her back, and she had hers. And she knew if Richie ever made some comment about her, Bev would shut it down if she hadn't first. The bud of confidence spread in her chest as she could feel herself being persuaded.

That was, until she noticed the tag on the outside of her shirt. She sighed exasperated, and quite frankly, rather exhausted. Y/n hadn't gotten much sleep the previous night. If she tried hard enough, she was able to push the memory to the back of her mind and forget, but only for the day. Then of course, if was time for her to go to bed. Then every detail of what she saw, what she felt, was amplified in the silence of her room. She flinched at every creek in the walls, every car that passed by.

And she didn't dare move her feet out from under her blankets, no matter how hot she felt. Of course, this ended up being one of the reasons it was difficult to fall asleep.

Y/n counted herself lucky she fell asleep at all. And yet, the thought of being unconscious, completely unguarded and unprepared, where anything could happen - anything could get her - was just as unsettling. She wished Beverly was there with her, but she knew she had to sleep alone eventually.

Right on cue, she heard the soft rap on wood come from down the hall in the living room. Beverly was here. Casting one last glance at her reflection, and her shirt now fixed, Y/n took a deep breath and made her way to the front door. She made the mistake of glancing at the carpet and the faded red stain and she felt a sudden prick of fear in her heart and the sudden hyper-awareness of her injury. Trying not to give it much thought, she took a deep breath returning her attention to the door, swiftly stepping over the spot on the carpet.

Her attention focused on undoing the many locks on the door, she failed to notice her friend's new look through the window. It came as quite a surprise to Y/n, having only known Beverly with long hair. She would have brought it up if it wasn't for the look on Beverly's face.

Her eyes were on the ground and when the door opened, Bev slowly met Y/n's eye. She recognized the look in Bev's eye, a look that screamed 'I really don't want to talk about it right now.' A look she had given to her not too long ago herself. Y/n plastered on a smile and broke the small moment of silence.

"You ready?"

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Richie Tozier does not hold back when it comes to spitting contests. Himself, Stan, Bill, Ben, and Eddie were standing at the cliffs edge, stripped down to their underwear and Richie was first up to bat. He did not shy away from whatever method he needed to conjure the spitball, no matter the foul noises he made in the process. He reeled back and launched the spitball over the cliff, and the rest of the boys followed suit.

Eddie flinched when his own mucus landed on the rocks near his feet.

"Oh, my God, that was terrible. I win." Richie exclaimed.

Eddie looked at him, dumbfounded. "You won?"

"Yeah."

"Did you see my loogie?"

"That went the farthest!" Richie argued, gesturing where he spit. "It's by distance."

"Mass. It's always been mass."

Richie began sputtering in disbelief, but Eddie continued.

"Who cares how far it goes? It matters how cool it looks, like it's green or it's white or juicy and fat."

Ben cringed, and he met eyes with Bill who gave him a look that said 'see what I have to put up with?' He shook his head, shutting down the conversation before it continue further.

"Who's first?"

There was a brief moment of silence and the boys looked over the cliff into the emerald waters, contemplating the jump.

"I'll go!"

They turned their heads to see Beverly Marsh and Y/n L/n. Beverly had been the one to speak and she dropped her bike to the ground before discarding her dress. Their eyes widened and Beverly smiled.

"Sissies," she laughed.

She broke into a light jog, the boys parting like the red sea and she launched herself off the cliff.

"What the fuck!" Richie exclaimed.

They looked at the water in which Beverly had disappeared, completely dumbfounded. Suddenly and in perfect sync, they looked to Y/n, almost expecting to see her do something equally surprising but she merely gave them an odd look. She set down her bike and shifted on her feet uncomfortably.

"What?"

They all broke out of their gaze, rather obviously, and tried to look anywhere but her, knowing they'd been caught.

She had to remind herself that she wasn't the only one who would be undressed, and everyone else, besides herself, already was. Taking advantage of their distracted nature, she quickly slipped off her shorts and t-shirt, making sure to slip out of her shoes as well.

"Come on!" Beverly's voice was distant, but it grabbed everyone's attention.

Bill was the next to make the jump, followed by Ben. Next was a less than eager Stan, leaving Richie, Eddie and Y/n who had cautiously joined them at the edge. Richie looked between Eddie and Y/n, then back to the water.

He sighed deeply, taking a step forward and removing his glasses, and tossing them on his pile of clothes.

"Well, fuck" He took a deep breath and jumped off the cliff, leaving Eddie and Y/n alone.

They shared an equally nervous look with a few uneasy smiles. Y/n peered over the edge, scanning the water for a safe space to land. As she waited for the moving figures of Richie and Stan swimming away from the landing zone, Eddie couldn't help but look at her. Observing the small crinkle of her brow and how unsure she felt, he felt his own fears vanish. Something inside him wanted to make her feel less nervous, and perhaps that was his own way of deflecting his own fears but he didn't care.

"I'll go if you go," he offered.

She looked at him in slight surprise, and a small smile tugged at her lips. Y/n looked between Eddie and the water, shifting weight off of her bad leg. This smile was less forced, and genuine, it was thankful. And Eddie felt a wave of nerves bubbling in his stomach, not at the jump, but the kindness in her eyes, and the way she mentally built herself up.

She nodded and they both gazed at the lake below, everyone was looking at them now. They had cleared a space and Eddie and Y/n could hear the remarks being made by their friends.

"On three?" She asked, quirking a brow.

"On three." He nodded, backing up slightly. "One,"

Y/n suddenly shook her head, stepping back and spoke at a rapid rate, cutting Eddie off.

"Fuck, if I wait that long I'll change my mind. Let's go," Without warning, she grabbed his hand and jumped off the cliff, giving him no choice but to jump with her.

It never even occurred to Eddie that he could have let go of her hand.

Eddie felt his heart leap into his throat and he was certain time stopped still as he was suspended in air. Perhaps it was the sudden change in view and the fact he was practically pulled off the cliff and how high he was above the water, or maybe it was her hand around his - no, nope. It was the height, definitely the height.

On their way down he gasped in fear at the rapidly approaching water and he felt her hand leave his as she braced for impact. Eddie tried not to think of the millions of germs in the water, and he could feel the thousands of bubbles grazing his body as he sunk deeper into the water. When he emerged he gasped for air, reminding himself to steady his breathing, less he have an asthma attack. He realized his throat was sore and that he must have screamed the whole way down.

He looked round at the cheering figures of his friends, whooping and cheering them on. Though he tried not to panic when he counted only five figures above the surface. Just before he could ask where she was, Y/n burst out of the water next to Ben, gasping for air.

"Holy shit!" She wiped her face with her hand, clearing the drops of water obstructing her vision.

"Took you long enough," Bev smirked.

Richie nodded. "Yeah, too bad you guys missed out. We were just about to pack it up and call it a day."

Eddie rolled his eyes and Y/n sunk further into water, all the way up to her nose.

Y/n concentrated on kicking her legs and her arms moved back and forth under the water keeping herself afloat. The others, specifically Richie and Eddie, had already launched into another debate.

"Do you have any idea, how filthy this water is. We'll be lucky if we don't contract something, I am serious right now. So forgive me if I am a little hesitant to jump into this cesspool of germs and bacteria. Not to mention the several loogies that are floating around here somewhere, or did you forget already?"

"Oh sure, now you're worried about loogies, Mr. 'juicy and fat'"

Bev, who had begun looking around her in confusion and slight concern, spoke up. "Loogies?"

"Juicy and fat?" Y/n asked disgusted, her face scrunched up, looking questioningly between Richie and Eddie.

Eddie blinked once, and shook his head. Desperate to change the subject, he diverted his attention back to Richie, pretending Y/n hadn't heard that.

"Besides, if we weren't careful enough, we could have seriously hurt ourselves jumping from that height. Even if we knew there were no rocks in the water, a fall from from anything higher and we could have died, I'm not doing that shit again. If you want to go swimming, fine by me, but I'm not jumping anymore, I'll just meet you guys down here."

"Don't be such a drama queen Eds, you jump a million times if it meant you had a pretty hand to hold on the way down and you know it, "

Y/n looked to Richie, her brows furrowing and she was thankful the water was already concealing her pink cheeks. Eddie, unfortunately did not have the same luxury.

"Fuck you, Richie,"

Richie smirked. "Eddie, please, now's not the time for romance."

Eddie's face scrunched up and he splashed Richie in the face, who had began chuckling at his friends response. Immediately, he retaliated with a splash of his own. Unfortunately, it hit Stan who frowned, and splashed back. It wasn't long before the entire group was involved, save for Y/n who was giggling off to the side where she was free of any water hitting her face.

"Alright, alright," Stan waved his arms around, signaling for a truce. "Alright!"

Everyone settled down and the water began to calm.

"We should-" Stan was briefly interrupted by splash to the face, and he stopped to glare at Richie and sighed, wiping his face. "Chicken, we have enough people, who wants to play?"

"Me against wheezy first," Richie jabbed his thumb over his shoulder at Eddie, who had in fact been wheezing. "I need to defend my title and he made it awfully clear last time he thought he could take me,"

"I can asshole, I already told you. I had an asthma attack, if I hadn't I would have won and you know it."

"Wanna prove it?"

"Oh, it is so on, dickhead. Same circumstances, same partners, Stan come on!"

Already regretting his decision to bring it up, Stan fell in line with the others as they entered shallow waters. Bill lifted Richie on his shoulders, and Stan lifted Eddie. Beverly had swam over to join Y/n and the two girls watched the chicken fight with great amusement.

Y/n almost didn't notice the quiet figure of Ben, who had joined them off to the side. He had been neglecting to speak, but she recognized the longing look of wanting to fit in. She smiled, and swam over to join him. He seemed surprised she had joined him, but he returned the smile, albeit a bit nervously.

"How's your stomach, Ben?"

"Huh?" Ben gave Y/n a funny look, but before she count point out his stomach injury, it seemed to click "Oh! Oh, yeah, uh, it's feeling better, thank you. What about you? H-How's your leg?"

"Better, thank you."

A genuine smile tugged at her lips, feeling herself relax at the company of the boy. Y/n had barely known him, but she was intuitive enough to know that he was timid and kind. And though she was enjoying the new company of the other boys, it was nice to have a more relaxed presence. Though there was Stan, but Y/n had yet to get to know him.

Their attention was pulled back to the chicken fight when they heard a sharp yelp and felt the water shift around them. And there sitting atop Stan's shoulders, waving his arms triumphantly was Eddie, whooping and hollering.

A smirk grew on Y/n's face at this. It only grew wider when Richie emerged.

"Foul!" Richie exclaimed, pointing at Eddie and shifting effortlessly into another persona. "Aaaaand Kaspbrak is outta the game!"

"What? What the hell are you talking about?" Eddie asked, waving his arms slightly.

"You pushed me, that's a foul."

"That's the whole premise of the game! Of course I pushed you!"

"You know what I mean, dillhole, you shoved my shoulders! That's a foul!"

"No, that's allowed. The attackers get to use any means necessary to knock the opposer down, that's stated very clearly in the rules!"

"Show me this rule book Eds, cause it's sounds an awful lot like you're making this shit up just because you can't win without playing dirty!"

"Or maybe you just can't stand the fact that I beat you! I'm the one with the title now, aren't I?"

"Oh, is that so-?"

Ben, who had been growing uncomfortable from the heated argument, spoke up nervously. At least he tried to, but Y/n was the only one who heard him so she cleared her throat, grabbing everyone's attention. Ben seemed relieved.

"Why don't we just do new teams?"

"G-good idea," Bill spoke up, and he looked around the small group. "W-who wants t-to go next?"

"Oh, I want to play!" Bev smiled walking against the water into the shallower parts of the water, but she stopped briefly, looking over her shoulder. "Ben, do you want to be my partner?"

Ben tried to hide his blush, and he shyly nodded his head. "Uh, sure, yeah."

Ben joined her, but she began looking around. "Alright, who's opposing?"

Beverly caught Y/n's eye, and gestured hopefully over. Y/n smiled nervously and shook her head, her lips pressed into a firm line, and Bev shrugged.

"Alright then, Richie, why don't you play us, if you're clearly an expert."

"Gee, I would but my shoulders are killing me, I think I'm out for the season,"

"Grow up, asshole, just go." Said Eddie, who had dismounted Stan's shoulders.

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Richie said. "Bill, you're up."

"W-why don't we let someone else g-go?"

"Why? S'the matter with you?"

Bill shrugged. "N-nothing. Just thought I'd l-let someone else go."

Richie gave him an odd look but shrugged it off. "Fine,"

Richie then spotted a Y/n, at least who he assumed was Y/n - he didn't have his glasses after all - who was hiding in the water, despite how shallow it was. It finally clicked that she had barely said a word since, well, since she and Bev showed up, he realized. She seemed different, she held herself differently than how she was in class. In class, she usually was able to keep up with his quick wit. He never told her this, but he enjoyed her company. He pegged her as someone who was quick witted and didn't take shit from anyone, and he admired that.

But now she was quiet and reserved. Hell, she must be sitting on her ass right right now just to stay under the water. Richie didn't understand this. Now facing her, he dug his hand in the water and splashed her face, ripping her out of her thoughts, and she looked at him startled.

She had to wipe away the fresh water droplets running down her face, and she narrowed her eyes at him.

"What the hell?"

"Come on, I need a partner and Denbrough bailed. You're up."

She scoffed, slinking deeper into the water.

"Come on, whatya', chicken?" He quipped, quirking an eyebrow.

If he knew anything about this girl, she wasn't one to shy away went it came to making a comeback. Sure enough, she rolled her eyes and raised her head ever so slightly so her lips were above the water.

"No, I'm not, that's why I'm not playing." She said snidely.

He smiled triumphantly to himself, considering it a win he was able to get her to speak more than three words.

"Come on, toots, it'll be fine. We'd make a great team!" He exaggerated a dopey grin and gestured for her to join him.

Richie may have been blind as a bat, but he could tell she was considering it. She looked around at everyone, who was watching the exchange expectantly. Y/n didn't know if it was everyone's stares or the fact the fact she was genuinely tempted but she gave in and made her way over to him.

Richie, who still wasn't completely sure is she was moving or not, gave her a cheeky wink, and pushed his luck even further. "I'll let you be on top,"

Richie expected a comeback or a even a scoff from her, not a pair of hands roughly shoving him into the water by his shoulders. Naturally he figured, one of his friends had done this, tired of his antics and found a unique way to shut him up, but then he felt a pair of legs take a seat on his shoulders and he knew it was Y/n.

Once he was sure she was secure he rose up out of the water, gasping for air when he reached the surface. The others, cheered her on, welcoming her to the fun.

She nearly tipped over as he readjusted in the sand, but she grabbed onto his hair by his scalp and he winced.

"Ah, watch it! I am quite fond of my scalp, you know,"

"As long as you watch that trashmouth of yours Tozier, one more comment like that and I'll drown you," she peered over his head, giving him a light but slightly teasing glare.

Nevertheless, she loosened her grip and he blinked a few times, his scalp tingling. "Duly noted,"

Nobody seemed to hear the small chuckle that escaped Eddie who had been watching, quite impressed with her ability to shut the boy up. He'd have to ask her how she does it.

"Alright, come on, we gonna play or what?" Bev asked, despite the grin that worked its way onto her face.

She too was happy to see her friend coming out of her shell, she could tell she had been nervous and Richie proved to be a big help, much to her surprise.

"It's on, we have got this in the bag!" Richie bragged, getting into position across from Ben.

Richie cast a glance up to his partner and smiled cheekily, batting his eyelashes. "Right babe?"

Immediately she whacked his head with her hand and he winced once more. "What did I just tell you?"

"Alright, alright! Jeez," He tightened his arms around her legs, securing her in place and he took a step forward towards their opponents. "But do keep in mind, we are on the same team, you want to hit the other players"

He missed the eye roll she gave, but nevertheless she smirked, shaking out her arms, getting ready for the match.

Bill, who usually announced the beginning of a round, did just that. With one simple word, the girls locked in on one another, theirs hands interlaced and they each pushed with all their might.

There were several close calls, on both teams, but they always persevered. Unexpectedly, Richie took a few steps back, and Ben, confused by his tactic, stepped forward after them. Though both of them moved slowly, their speed affected against the water, and Y/n nearly tipped over, but her balance was regained when Richie leaned forward and ran forward against the water, tipping Y/n forward and giving her more momentum.

Catching Bev off guard she was able to prove successful in her efforts to push her over. Beverly came tumbling off of Ben's shoulders, and almost kicked the poor boy in the face on the way down. Richie and Y/n cheered victoriously, and even Ben cracked a smile at their unexpected move.

Eddie, who had found himself rooting for them, despite his previous grudge against his old opponent, whooped and hollered at their win. Bill and Stan cheered as well, and Beverly broke the surface, a big smile on her face.

Y/n had already forgotten her nerves and felt a swelling sense of comradery and a growing respect for her partner.

"Alright, ready to put this to the ultimate test?" Richie asked, addressing his partner and the rest of the group. "New champs, versus old champs,"

Y/n smiled, looking to Eddie and Stan hopefully, now completely invested in the fun. Eddie felt a swell of confidence and gave in, Stan joining him.

"Fine, but no playing dirty," Eddie mocked, looking at Richie.

Richie smirked. "No promises,"

Eddie, who now struggled to climb onto Stan's shoulders, scoffed.

Eventually, everyone was situated and Eddie suddenly felt a small flurry of butterflies in his stomach that he briefly mistook for nausea. But he realized that it was in fact butterflies when he saw Y/n opposite him. They were brought closer by their respective partners who stepped forward, preparing for the match. She glared playfully at him, a small smirk on her lips and she outstretched her arms ready to fight. He hadn't realized the match had begun until he was forced to scramble for balance on Stan's shoulders when she went for his arms.

Their hands interlaced for the second time that day and now he was certain his racing heart was caused by this. Nevertheless, he pushed those feelings aside, reminding himself he wanted to beat Richie again, but the motivation to do so was weaker this time. Though he didn't let this shake his competitiveness so he matched her strength and the two laughed and grunted as they both tried desperately to push one another down.

Each of them found the other to be a surprising match for themselves. They would often find themselves going for the same opportunities only for the other to be prepared for it. Everyone was now completely invested in the match, everyone cheering them on though they didn't quite know which team they were rooting for.

Eventually, Stan and Richie had had the same idea and moved in closer in an attempt to push the limits. Both Richie and Stan were beginning to lose interest in who would win, eager to give their arms and legs a break. When they both moved in closer, hoping one of their partners would take advantage of the distance and strike, but once again the pair had the same idea. They leaned into the momentum, each giving one last push and much to everyone's surprise, they both fell on their backs, crashing against the water and earning a small sting from the contact.

Y/n sunk into the water, slower and slower and she felt her back lightly hit the sand. She felt something graze her ankle, her bad ankle, and before she could stop herself her eyelids ripped open. She flinched in the water, pulling her leg away and she had to blink several times just to adjust to seeing underwater, her heart pounding in fear. But much to her relief, right where her ankle had been, she saw a piece of plastic poking out of the sand, swaying back and forth.

She would have breathed a sigh of relief but she saved her breath and returned to the surface. She had already lost a small puff of air when she had inadvertently yelped at the contact the plastic had made with her foot.

Her small panic seemed to have gone unnoticed by the group and everyone had begun milling about, getting lost in their own conversations.

Y/n looked around at her new friends, and she felt a warmth grow in her chest. By now, she had joined them in deeper waters, once again slinking back into the water but this time it wasn't from fear of judgement but staying cool in the warm June sun. Everyone was lost in their own conversations but she knew she was just apart of this group as everyone else was. As she looked around at all the smiling faces, she relaxed.

An unexpected laugh escaped her as she saw Eddie holding Richie under the surface and she swam over in their direction. Richie popped up for air and slapped the boy away, though he still wore a goofy grin. Eddie, unlike Richie, was unaware of her approach, a fact Richie declined to give away.

Y/n was now just behind him, a sly grin on her face and Stan, who had noticed her intentions, called out Eddie making him turn around.

Sure enough, he whirled around, his face half a foot away from Y/n and she splashed the unsuspecting Kaspbrak boy in the face. On instinct, he whirled back around, only for Richie to do the same and he desperately wiped his face.

"What the hell is happening!" It came out in shriek that amused everyone in the group.

Richie and Y/n both let out a chortle of laughter, and soon even Stan had joined in. Though he didn't know whether or not it was from the excitement he felt or the fact the trick he had fallen for that twice in a row, Eddie began to feel the effects of his friends contagious laughter ripple through himself. He shook his head, hoping the smirk he was fighting would be shaken off as well but no matter his efforts, is was glued on his face.

Though something in Stan compelled him to get back at Richie - who was enjoying all too much the fact he now had help in teasing Eddie - that he decided to splash Richie without warning. Perhaps it was because he wanted to catch Richie off guard, like Richie had done to him earlier. No matter the reason, Stan enjoyed doing it anyway. Richie retaliated and and yet another water war had begun.

Y/n wore a smile as bright and warm as the sun above her as she looked around at her new friends, more than grateful she had fallen down the steps and met these boys. Y/n chuckled at their antics, grabbing Eddie's attention. He hadn't realized he had been staring until she turned to meet his eye. His first instinct was to pretend he hadn't been looking but instead he broke eye contact briefly and chuckled weakly and he smiled at her.

Y/n didn't seem to mind, and she smiled back and her shoulders moved slightly as she chuckled.

"It's okay," His pulse quickened, scared she was speaking of his staring. "I won't splash you anymore,"

He chuckled and nodded slightly, words failing him. He directed his attention to Richie and Stan and her gaze followed. They were both struggling to submerge the other under the water, past them, Bill and Beverly watched equally amused.

Y/n yelped when she felt a small nip on her foot and she quickly retracted her leg. Oh, come on! She swam backwards, eyes scanning the water though it proved to be useless. The others joined her side, worried expressions on their faces.

"W-what happened?"

"What's wrong?"

Eddie, who looked particularly worried and rather startled, knowing he would regret going swimming one way or another, began scanning the water backing up.

"What! What is it?"

"I think something bit me!"

Everyone began shifting around the water and Ben, with a burst of bravery, disappeared under the water and began searching.

Y/n was curious as to why these kids heard about something lurking in the water and biting and somehow thinking it was worth exploring, but a part of her was curious too. Bill soon joined the boy underwater and Y/n had almost begun to grow worried when Bill popped back up, pointing where Y/n had been.

"It's a turtle!"

×××

Not long after they kids found the turtle lurking at the bottom of the quarry, their skin began to prune and their limbs grew tired from swimming.

The boys, who had come prepared with Bill's boombox and Eddie's towels, the kids had dried off. The boys had all found a spot on the rocks and after much persuasion, Beverly had convinced Y/n to sunbathe with her.

Her confidence from earlier had waned, but at the time, the boys were far too distracted fighting over the radio channels and what they wanted it on.

Tuning out the guys, Y/n allowed herself the distraction Beverly provided with small talk. The two had been laughing about the day's events and Y/n had even begun to drift off. She hadn't realized how tired she was until she had lied down. After all, she had only gotten roughly three hours sleep the prior night and her limbs had grown exhausted from swimming all day, her leg especially.

Unaware of how much time had passed, Y/n stirred awake when she realized the lyrics of Young MC's Bust A Move had slipped into her subconscious.

"These here's a jam for all the fellas, Tryin' to do what those ladies tell us,"

Stan, Richie, Ben and Bill look on in disbelief at the two beautiful girls sunbathing before them. How did this happen, they wondered.

"Get shot down cause ya overzealous, Play hard to get females get jealous,"

Eddie, who had yet to find a seat, stood frozen next to the guys. He blinked several times, trying desperately to look anywhere but their direction, Y/n especially, though he couldn't help but steal a few glances. An act he felt ashamed of.

"Okay smarty, go to a party, Girls are scantily clad and showin' body"

Y/n felt a yawn escape her and she covered her mouth with the back of her hand out of habit, her eyelids fluttering open. She had to squint, her eyes readjusting to the light and her stomach did a small flip when she felt several pairs of eyes in her direction.

Timidly, she turned her head slightly to see the boys all staring at them. She felt her skin flush and she was sure she had turned pink, but the boys seemed even more mortified and they looked away, pretending not to have been staring at them.

Beverly's attention was drawn by the noise of several throats clearing, and she was aware of how silent it had been. She tilted her head and made eye contact with Y/n, giving her a knowing look from behind her sunglasses accompanied by a small smirk.

Y/n sat up, her bad leg stretched out and she pulled her other leg close to her chest, while Beverly had rolled on to her stomach. Richie began digging though Ben's stuff, holding a fake microphone to his face.

"News flash, Ben," he was now speaking in his posh reporter persona. "School's out for summa!"

"Oh, that?" Ben asked, looking at the evidence he had collected from the library. "That's not school stuff."

Richie pulled out a postcard of Derry, a picture of the standpipe on the back. "Who sent you this?"

Before he could read what was written on the other side, Ben had snatched it back. "No one. Give it..."

Richie didn't think much of it, his attention fell to the blue folder sticking out of Ben's backpack and he eagerly pulled the folder out.

He opened it up, Stan and Eddie peeking over his shoulder to take a look.

"What's with the history project?" Eddie asked, curiously.

"Oh," Ben shrugged looking around at the group who was now listening intently. "When I first moved her, I didn't have anyone to hang out with,"

As Ben spoke, Richie handed the folder to Bill who had shown interest.

"so I just started spending time in the library."

"You went to the library?" Asked Richie, his face scrunched up in confusion. "On purpose."

Y/n scoffed. "Don't listen to him Ben, he's just insecure that he can't read above a fourth grade level."

She sent Richie and smirk and a wink, knowing full well of his intellectual capabilities. Something she had picked up in the year spent in class with him. He was in fact a very bright kid, despite his poor manners and his inability to not speak out of turn. Richie just rolled his eyes.

"Well, I wanna see." Beverly got up from her spot on her towel and took a seat next to Bill.

Stan had caught a glimpse of the scratchy handwriting on the old photograph Bill and Bev were looking at.

"What's the Black Spot?" He asked.

"The Black Spot was a nightclub that burned down years ago by that racist cult."

"The what?"

"Don't you watch Geraldo?"

Y/n chuckled at the utter disbelief and surprise on Eddie's face and Richie met her eye, joining in. He was just about to give him more grief when the pair heard Bill begin speak.

"Y-y-your hair..." He had been talking to Beverly, but Y/n couldn't help but listen in, curious herself to why her friend had cut it.

Before he could finish, Ben jumped in and Beverly peered over to meet his eye. He smiled warmly at her.

"Your... Your hair is beautiful, Beverly."

Her face had been neutral throughout the entire exchange but she smiled politely at the boy, tucking a loose curl behind her ear.

"Oh, right. Thanks."

No one but Y/n seemed to notice the awkward looks exchanged between Ben and Bill, and her lips pressed into a firm line, feeling awkward having witnessed this herself.

Richie, whose attention was still on the folder that was now going unread by Bill, gestured for it.

"Here, pass it."

Bill complied, folding it up and passed it back to Richie. Y/n used her hands to shift herself up onto her feet, walked over and took a seat across from Eddie, facing everyone in the group. Richie was now shifting through the folder, Stan leaning over his shoulder for a look.

"Why is it all murders and missing kids?" Richie asked, passing the folder to Stan.

Y/n, who had shifted off her bad leg, readjusting so she was leaning on her arms and her legs outstretched in front of her, was now listening intently to Ben.

"Derry's not like any town I've ever been in before. They did a study once, and it turns out, people die or disappear six times the national average."

Everyone had been listening, and the group all fell silent for a brief moment, a quiet shock falling over them. Bev was first to break the silence.

"You read that?"

Ben shifted on the rocks, ever so slightly, and nodded. "And that's just grown-ups. Kids are worse. Way, way worse."

Y/n's eyes had fallen from Ben to the ground, where they trailed over to he bandaged ankle and she gulped.

"I've got more stuff if you wanna see it." Ben offered.

Eddie's gaze, which had been worriedly fixed on Y/n and the frowned etched on her face, was torn away to the others, shaking his head 'no' and hoping they didn't say yes.

They did.

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Circus Act - 2

Woop woop, part 2. I've been extremely exhausted but here we are.

Part 1

Part 2

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Soon, it was Monday. Arthur had spent most of the weekend, hanging out with his mother, and writing subtle notes in his journal.

As Arthur got to work, he was greeted with those kind eyes he met last Thursday.

Sandy was setting up her locker, which just so happened to be right next to Arthur's.

"Hey Art, how are you?" Sandy greeted Arthur with a smile. She seemed to have lots of makeup on, and judging by her right eyelid, it was to hide something.

Arthur smiled back, opening his locker. "Good morning, Sandy."

"Morning, Artie. Ms. Cheekbones." Randall walked into the room, making an annoying appearance.

Sandy ignored Randall, pushing past him before walking into a changing room of some sort.

Randall scoffed. "What's her deal?"

Arthur shrugged.

Randall walked over to Arthur, opening up his locker.

"I heard about the other day. Kids are fucking savages." Randall commented.

Arthur sighed, fidgeting with his shoes. "They were just kids. Just leave it be."

"That kind of thinking, they'll just walk all over ya." Randall handed Arthur a brown paper bag.

"What is it?" Arthur asked, opening the bag.

Inside the bag was a gun and about 19 bullets.

Arthur scoffed, thinking it was some sort of prank. When he looked up at Randall, he could see that he was serious.

"Randall, I'm not supposed to have a gun." Arthur hushed, gritting his teeth.

"Relax, Art. You can pay me back. You're my boy. Besides chicks love guns." Randall walked away, pointing at the changing room.

Arthur hid the gun in his bag, and went back to lacing his enormous clown shoes, and promptly placing the shoes directly on his feet. Afterward, Arthur sat at the vanity, painting his face, putting on the mask of his clown persona, Carnival.

Sandy walked out of the changing room, decked in clown gear. Her dress seemed to consist of a red, white, and black color scheme, topped with a silly little hat on her black hair. The makeup she had on seemed to go with her own scheme.

Arthur's jaw laid slightly adjacent as he locked eyes on Sandy's outfit. He was barely finished with his makeup, and she was already dressed.

Sandy walked over to the vanity. "I love your makeup, Arthur. The shades of blue really contrasts with the red."

Arthur blinked for a second. "Thank you. I like your makeup, too."

Those emerald eyes hit her again. Despite feeling anxious from being around all sorts if guys, Sandy felt some comfort around Arthur. He was charming and during. Almost like Dennis, when she first met him. She smile faded.

Sandy cleared her throat. "Anyway, Hoyt wanted to tell you that you should come with me to that old folks home. He says that you could show me the ropes."

Arthur nodded. "Yeah. I could do that."

The old folks home was just down a few blocks from the studio.

"Good afternoon, elders. We have some exciting company today. Meet Ms. Cello, and Carnival." The director of the home introduced Sandy and Arthur, as they got into place.

Sandy got into center. She walked over to what looked to be a very old looking gramophone, and placed a record. The record played Somewhere Over The Rainbow from the Wizard of Oz. The old people in the lounge room seemed to smile as Sandy began to dance around them. She did magic tricks, and pulled a handkerchief out of her tiny hat.

Arthur stood in the back, amazed. Sandy was fantastic, wowing the crowd with her tricks. Arthur couldn't compete with that. When it was his turn, Arthur froze up.

He felt a repressed laugh crawled up in the back of his throat. Suddenly, the laughter erupted from Arthur.

The elderly didn't seem amused. Some of the elders were confused or concerned about the man laughing in front of them.

Sandy was also concerned. She had never heard this kind of laughter come from Arthur before. Sandy grabbed Arthur to the side.

Arthur was hunched over, trying to repress his laughter with his hand.

"Arthur? Are you ok?" Sandy asked, placing a hand on his head.

Arthur looked away from her. He was already embarrassed enough.

"Arthur, it's ok. What's wrong?" Sandy tried comforting Arthur, but the home director had kicked them out.

Afterwards, Arthur's laughter subsided and seemed to be more calm. The walk back to Haha's was quiet.

"I have a condition." Arthur broke the silence after a while.

Sandy looked over at him. "Oh, what kind of condition?"

"It's called the pseudobulbar affect. I was diagnosed with it when I was young." Arthur sighed, looking at the ground.

"That's some heavy stuff, Arthur." Sandy walked back over to Arthur.

"You probably don't want to be around me anymore." Arthur's thick eyebrows furrowed. He looked up at Sandy like a hurt puppy.

"Are you joking? Of course, I want to be around you. You're the only guy I can actually talk to." Sandy smiled.

Arthur's face lit up. He seemed surprised at her answer. Arthur was so used to rejection, and Sandy didn't seem to mind him at all. It was such a relief to meet someone kind and considerate.

"Hey, how about, after work, I treat you to a drink or something?" Sandy asked.

Arthur nodded. "Yeah, that would be great."

His usual coworkers never invited him to anything. He was always casted out of their social group. Even with people like Randall and Gary, he felt invisible. It wasn't until Sandy came that someone actually saw him.

Sandy smiled, grabbing onto his arm. "Well, then come on, silly."

An old joint called Martha's was a place where Sandy's cousin, Deliah, worked. Sandy would go every Monday to get discounted drinks from her cousin.

"Sandy!" Dee exclaimed, giving her a tight hug. "Ooh, and who's this?"

Sandy laughed at Dee's suggestive comment. It was nice seeing her out of rehab. Dee had a long history with ketamine. Sandy was proud to see her every Monday working to better herself.

"This is Arthur. My coworker. Arthur, this is my cousin, Dee." Sandy said.

Arthur hesitantly shook Dee's hand.

Arthur looked around at all the people in the bar. Everyone in the bar made him incredibly nervous. He clinged onto Sandy's arm as they walked over towards a booth.

"So, how long have you been working for Hoyt?" Sandy asked, sitting next to Arthur on the velvet booth.

Arthur thought for a second. "A few months. My social worker recommended me the job."

"That's good. You know, my boyfriend tried to convince me not to get the job. He said 'think about how it'd look on him.'" Sandy sneered.

Arthur raised his eyebrow. "Boyfriend? You've never mentioned him before."

"There's a reason for that. He's a dick." Sandy rolled her eyes thinking about Dennis.

Arthur looked down at his drink, barely even taking a sip.

Sandy opened up a pack of cigarettes, and placed one to her lips.

Arthur studied the cigarette pressed against her lips. How she inhaled the smoke, and then letting it out in the air. Sandy seemed peaceful and content. Arthur noticed in the strobe lights of the bar that Sandy had a nasty bruise on her face. From her cheek, all the way up to her eyelid.

Sandy felt Arthur staring at her.

"What happened to your face?" Arthur asked.

Sandy gulped. "I ran into a door." She lied.

Arthur glared. He didn't like liars. Just before Arthur said anything else. Dee walked up to the booth with Dennis.

"Sandy, I'm so sorry. I tried to stop him. I told him that you weren't here." Dee apologized, profusely.

"It's fine, Dee." Sandy distinguished her cigarette, throwing it on the ground. "I have to go, Arthur. I'll see you at work tomorrow."

Arthur could tell that she didn't want to leave. Dennis walked up to the booth, grabbing Sandy's arm.

"Go wait in the car, kitten." Dennis growled.

Sandy nodded, turning her head away from Arthur.

"Listen here, buddy. If I ever see you hanging around my girlfriend, again. I'll fucking kill you." Dennis grabbed Arthur by the shirt and threw him on the table. "Understand?"

Arthur nodded. As Dennis walked off, Arthur had the urge to grab the gun from out of his bag.

'She deserves better.' Arthur thought. 'Who does he think he is?'

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Best of DC: Week of September 25th, 2019

Best of this Week: Harleen #1 - Stjepan Šejić and Gabriela Downie

Hindsight is 20/20.

Looking back through the history of Harley Quinn, you’d be a fool to think that she hasn’t taken a strong look back at her life before she became the psychotic Clown Princess of Crime at The Joker’s side. We’ve seen the story told many a time in movies, comics and cartoons, but there’s just something so inviting about the way Šejić presented this absolutely tragic origin story, at least for the first issue. As Harleen describes it, "it felt like one of those cheesy romance novels."

Harleen separates itself from the other Harley Quinn origin stories by taking that cheesy romance and turning it into a long form car wreck centered entirely around Dr. Quinzel’s point of view and her early interactions with The Joker and the other criminals of Arkham Asylum. If I had to level a complaint at the book, it would have to be that, at least initially, everything is quite flowery and light. To counteract that point, it makes sense for the story to be told in this manner to show the often manipulative nature of abusive relationships like Harley Quinn’s and how ultimately, they don’t end well.

The book opens with Harleen in a dream sequence taking place in a distorted Gotham City. The style here is very reminiscent of Šejić’s work on Death Vigil with dark cityscapes, many shining lights and gothic imagery throughout. Dr. Quinzel walks down a winding road, expecting the same nightmare that she’s had many times before, but there’s something different about this particular dream. Instead of being eaten by an unknown monster, she’s met with the arrival of a bat monster and a pale man with green hair that’s being attacked by him and she chooses to intervene, smiling back at the pale man as he smiles at her. With the narration of this book, it’s easy to assume that this dream sequence takes place a little while after her relationship with the Joker is fully formed as she even acknowledges that smiling back was the biggest mistake of her life.

We get a beautiful page of Joker and Harley dancing and looking happy with each other as Harley’s future transformation occurs in the panels behind them. As beautiful as these shots are, the way that Šejić draws these panels, looking like glass shattering in the background is very telling of what we’re to expect in these future issues. Things transition to a little bit before Harleen meets Joker for the first time as she interviews a veteran who tells her about his “one bad day.” He describes how he and one of his Battle Buddies had each other’s backs until the other guy got his throat slit by a woman in a local bar during their deployment. The veteran describes how he just snapped in that moment and we have something that will be called back to in later pages.

A few years later, Doctor Quinzel presents her interview and findings to a Scientific Symposium in Gotham and it appears to be going badly. She shows her research notes and tells the crowd that the veteran then shot up a hospital full of injured kids and that her research, if implemented, would help decrease the recidivism rate of crime in Gotham by identifying what exactly made them go bad in the first place. She starts to flub her words and get nervous as some in the crowd check their watches, look disinterested or just leave altogether.

Harleen and her friend Shondra go to get drinks and talk about how the good doctor thought she nuked her presentation, they leave separately and it's almost as if fate was just waiting to kick down the door when an explosion rings out and Harleen faces down the barrel of The Joker's gun.

This moment is when I fell in love with this book. In a beautiful double page spread, Harleen looks on in abject horror as The Joker aims his gun directly in her face with a wide, toothy grin. The most disturbing part of this is how he's framed as still being a sexy bad boy. He's tall, slim with medium length hair and gives off a sickening charm. He's very distinctly a Sějić Joker and his art style lends well to that.

In an instant, however, he sets the entire tone for how their relationship will be in the future - threatening her life, but pulling back after seeing her face full of cold fear. In the background we see her life flash before her eyes. From her childhood of uncertain career choices, to her adulthood of being attracted to people that she's not supposed to be, like one of her professors and eventually her current job as a criminal psychologist.

Through this we see exactly what kind of roller coaster her life had been and how, from an early age she just wanted to help people. It's the very definition of "the road to hell is paved with good intentions" which is one of the central themes of this story.

Joker let's her go after savoring her fear before he is stopped by the Batman. This action sequence is fairly standard Batman faire, but from Harleen's point of view it becomes something more. She is absolutely terrified, not just because she almost died, but because she's found herself interested and immersed in the Joker and Batman's struggle. Everything in her mind is telling her to run away, but as Batman catches an escaping Joker and pummels the tar out of him, she follows and can't look away.

She hears the others in the crowd and feels that there's something wrong. The panels are arranged into a deranged smile of blood as Batman holds Joker by his collar and the sounds of his punches are replaced with the rabid howls of bloodthirst. She feels a bit of sympathy and the agony of post trauma nightmares over the next few days. After coming in to work soon after, one of her bitchy coworkers asks who she slept with to "get it," and she soon finds out that her research has been funded by the Wayne Foundation as she is met by Lucius Fox.

During their conversation we see more of her own pre-crisis personality come forth. Finding her nervous, insecure and initially unsure as to why she was called into her bosses office in the first place gives us perfect insight as to how the Joker will be able to manipulate her in the manner that he does. She not dumb or naive by any means, but she appears to lack a serious emotional strength. Sejic is good at writing characters like these as seen in his work on Sunstone and Switch and it gives her a good flaw in her personality.

Fox tells her that she’ll soon be transferred to Arkham Asylum to talk to the worst that Gotham has to offer and this last third of the book is rife with on the nose symbolism. As soon as she arrives at Arkham, the shadow behind her morphs from Harleen Quinzel into the form of Harley Quinn and the shadow of Arkham's ominous gate sign becomes the perspective of someone on the inside looking out.

Within her first few days, she meets people that will be very close to her in the future such as Pamela Isley and Killer Croc to real headcases like Victor Zsasz and The Riddler. She's also met with the disrespect of having her name mispronounced numerous times by the Arkham staff, outright dismissal of her theories by Dr. Hugo Strange and pushback from Gotham District Attorney, Harvey Dent.

Harvey in particular is most interesting because of his firmness in his ideals. He doesn't believe there's any rehabilitation for the residents of Arkham and that they should be sent to Blackgate Penitentiary instead. Harleen is steadfast in her beliefs that there's more to each of these patients than simple violence and crime. Harvey notes that Arkham has a breakout rate so high that it might as well install a revolving door.

Throughout their argument, half of Harvey’s face is covered in shadow, specifically the half that would later become the deranged side of Dent’s future alter ego, Two Face. This is intriguing because in many ways this meeting feels like a shakedown, a foreshadowing of the man that he would soon become. In one instance he remarks of the beauty of Gotham City and in the next he just flat out tells her what he wants, almost threateningly while rolling his coin over his fingers. His moralizing is betrayed by his furrowed brow and eyes of fury over the sheer thought of Gotham having criminals like Zsasz freed because lawyers blame his mental illness for his horrid actions.

Harleen, infuriated that Dent would ask her to end her research and refuse the Wayne grant so smugly, found herself driven to conduct the one interview that she had been avoiding after going through the likes of Mad Hatter, Killer Croc and The Riddler. The night before her meeting with Harvey, Harleen had gone through all of the Joker’s interview tapes. One thing that stood out to her was Joker’s propensity to retell his “troubled” past in a variety of different ways, Šejić’s own take on the Multiple Choice origin story of the Clown. She felt mildly annoyed by how underwhelming they all were until she found a tape of Joker being arrested and him speaking the way that he did the night that they first met, saying that Gotham is full of civilized monsters and all they needed was a push to send them over the edge.

Just like the veteran in the beginning.

Harley needed a full nights rest to get the courage to interview The Joker and tried a multitude of methods from horse tranquilizers, to a chiropractor, to just simple drinking, but it was Dent that gave her what she needed to go. When Joker and Harleen meet face to face again, he doesn’t recognize her until a sudden SLAM on the glass brings back her look of shock and terror, allowing the Joker to remember her.

With their pleasantries exchanged, he asks her to refer to him as Jay and we jump into the inferno.

Stjepan Šejić is an amazing artist and writer with a knack for writing fun and silly characters. He can also delve into dak territories and themes when he needs to and while this issue is more comedic and funny, it does hide some very dark bits of story underneath. The best way to describe it would have to be...a calm before the storm. Everything in Harleen’s life is at a perfect place. She’s got the dream job that she’s wanted for her research, she’s found very interesting subjects and one in particular that might be the break that she’s been looking for. But we all know what’s on the horizon for her.

The problem I can see people having with this is the common, “this story is going to glorify the abusive relationship between Joker and Harley!" I don't see it turning out that way. I think it's very clear to Dr. Quinzel and the reader that The Joker is wearing a mask. His charm is an ugly façade worn to hide the monster underneath, but she just can't turn away, especially since he's been the subject of her dark dreams for a while.

I think that the next issue will show just how the cupcake stage of their relationship with the dark underpinnings slowly transforms her from a reasonable psychologist into a sympathetic beauty that's found her beast. Šejić only showed us a small part of his writing and art powers and since the second issues of these Black Label books tend to be the best issues, I have no doubt that the next Harleen will be amazing. High recommend

#dc comics #comics #harleen #harleen quinzel #harley quinn #stjepan šejić #stjepan sejic #dc black label #the joker #comic reviews #comic review

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klngofdarkness · 4 years

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Discord Thread Archive - #3

This is a thread written on “Klonoa Party”, a server on Discord with Maxipawz, available on Twitter and DeviantART and Moonlit-Traveler on Discord.

Characters: Lephise, Ghadius, Klonoa

Setting/s: Kingdom Of Cress, Phantomile,

Notes: This thread was more of a test-round between us. A section has been omitted where I performed the roles of Jiji and Huepow.

@maxipawz

The wind was blowing softly in Breezegale. It was a lovely day for getting out and trying something new. With her alone time in check, Lephise spent it rather oddly. She bothered not to take the bucket off of her head, and instead somehow found herself wandering through town. Such a strange girl she is. Her alone time, however, would be cut short, as surely someone would be noticing she would come by. She was humming to herself, stepping carefully as not to fall or run into anything. "Laalalaaa, lala-ooh! Laaaa...lalaaa~"

Moonlit-Traveler

{Heading towards Lephise was a rather familiar face. A long eared kid in a cap. It was Klonoa- the boy who had saved Phantomile 3 years ago. But...something was wrong. Rather than his usual jovial and blissful nature- he looked depressed...}

@maxipawz

"Lalalaaa...~ Aaah.." Lephise soon stopped, very close to Klonoa. "Alright, that's enough silly singing for now, my ears are really starting to hurt..." She spoke to herself, lifting the bucket off of her head. Glancing around, she came to the realization of where she was. "...Oh, my stars...how did I...no, I prefer not to think about it." With another look around, the sight of a familiar face caught her beaming eyes. She gasped audibly. "Oh..! The long-eared hero, Klonoa...! Is it really you? How did you..." She tilted her head as she began to draw close. "Aah, my dear, you seem so struck by something.."

Moonlit-Traveler

{Klonoa was trying to hold back his tears. He wasn't sure where to turn to- and then he spotted the Songstress.} Klonoa: Manya...? Oh...H-Hiya, Ms. Lephise...Have...you seen Huepow...? I really need to talk to him...it's important...

@maxipawz

Lephise looked worried, noticing her world's dear hero in such distress. "Aaah, Huepow? I...do not know his wherabouts, but I could take you to the Queen. Surely she would know." She insisted. To be quite frank, it's been a while since she's seen the prince. Now that it's on her mind, it's starting to even concern her.

Moonlit-Traveler

Klonoa: I sure hope so...I needed to talk with him again...especially after what happened the last time I was here...{It was the three year anniversary since Klonoa was ejected from Phantomile- when the truth had slapped him in the face. The truth of how Huepow replaced his memories with fake ones- the truth of how Huepow had manipulated and lead Klonoa astray. As much as he wants to move on- he simply can't forget- and it's been eating away at him.} {The Cabbit was struggling to keep his tears in check- opting to put on a brave and confident face in front of the Diva, but he was struggling immeasurably. Water had started trailing from his eyes- his hat shielding his face from the sorrow. Klonoa didn't want Lephise to see him like this.}

@maxipawz

Lephise could only imagine how distressed Klonoa was when he was ultimately dragged from this world. To have everything taken away from him so quickly, it hurt her just thinking about it. It was destiny, another thing she had no control over. Strange how it all worked. Humbly, she turned her back to him, leading him off to the Cress Kingdom. Only then when they were walking through the halls had Lephise soon spoken up. "It has been quite some time...the Cress kingdom has been more quiet now more than ever. I cannot help but begin to worry, that something might happen..." She stopped in the middle of a large room, glancing around. "Your majesty? Your majesty, are you around?"

Moonlit-Traveler

{Despite what had happened, Klonoa was worried as well. Although it hasn't been TOO long since he saw Huepow, and despite everything that had happened- he still considered the Moon Prince his friend. But...he wanted answers. He wanted to clear the air with Huepow as soon as possible.} Klonoa: Huepow...? It's...i-it's me, Klonoa! Are you here?! ....W-Where are you!?

@driftstar13

As Klonoa stepped into the familiar kingdom of Cress and coursed the halls, searching for that soft and pudgy face of the prince that he considered his best friend, he found that while he was greeted by a few stray guards and the occasional remaining Moo, it was mostly empty. Huepow must've been deeper inside, and as Klonoa traveled to find and speak to him eventually something stirred in another room, a shape in another room that made Klonoa freeze in place as something in the back of his head screamed at him, but what did it mean? Slowly, a hand emerged from the side of the door. While, for a moment, Klonoa was lead to believe that he had found Hewpoe that was definitely not his hand. Those red claws however were a lot more familiar than what he would've liked. "Prince Hewpoe... is not here." A low, chilling voice told the dream traveler as a cloaked figure stepped out into the doorway, towering well above the long-eared feline. He had wanted to forget the empty stare of that weird, avian-shaped mask. "I'm certain that he would have appreciated an announcement of your visit, dream traveller."

Moonlit-Traveler

{A chill ran down the Cabbit's spine. How?! How was he here- after Klonoa had defeated him all those years ago!? The boy readied his Wind Ring, a fight seemingly ready to break out.} Klonoa: Ghadius...How are you- ...What're you doing here!? What did you to do Huepow!?

@driftstar13

The entity stared down at Klonoa. He could feel it. The simple fact that he was here was horrifying. "Did you forget?" He simply reminded, lowering his head a little. "The song of rebirth invigorates this world, and everyone in it, including the ancient spirits." Ghadius explained. As of right now, he appeared to have no ill will. "I have not harmed the prince." He finally mentioned, "He has been involved with the people of the other kingdoms. He is not here. That is all I can say."

@maxipawz

Ah. Ghadius had returned for another visit. Rather unfortunate timing, however. Lephise hurried in-between the two. "My apologies, I can explain, Klonoa. I have willingly invigorated Ghadius so we may work together to bring about a more stable Phantomile. It was a decision I had made based on my experiences." She looked to Ghadius as he explained. "I see...that would make sense, him being away to involve himself with other kingdoms more. It must be private business, seeing that he is not vocal about his whereabouts, which is why I'm starting to worry. I may have to recommend an investigation if nothing improves soon..."(edited)

Moonlit-Traveler

Klonoa: After everything Ghadius has done- you really expect me to beleive he wants a "Stable Phantomile"!? I can't forget what he did! He woke Nahatomb up and nearly destroyed Phantomile! YOU! YOU are the reason my Granpa is dead! Klonoa: I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU, GHADIUS! NEVER, EVER, FOREVER!

@driftstar13

Ghadius didn't seem all too affected by Klonoa's ranting. In fact, he chuckled. "I do not know your grandfather." He admitted, "It seems that Joka had been misbehaving before you defeated him." It was insulting. Ghadius simply laughed off Jiji's death like it was nothing. However, he had every reason to. "Don't you want to greet your grandfather as well, Klonoa? He should be at home, alive and well, all thanks to Lephise's Song of Rebirth." He gently laid a hand over Lephise's shoulder. Was he saying the truth? Something about it was very fishy... "But I do not blame you. Joka has never bothered to visit me either."

@maxipawz

"Ahh, Klonoa..!" Lephise squeaked, her small body hopping in place from the sheer boom in Klonoa's voice. He was audibly upset over this, and rightfully so. "Remember what we have said! The world has been restored to order, during the time before the events you went under. I'm happy to say your grandfather might just so be alive and well, as we speak. I do not visit Breezegale all that often, but when I do, I see quite a few familiar faces." She smiled gently, letting Ghadius rest his hand over her shoulder. "You must have just arrived, Klonoa. It's a lot to take in."

Moonlit-Traveler

Klonoa: ......I'm still mad at you...Even if you claim to be helping out Phantomile and bringing order to it and what-not...It's no excuse for what you did! ...Oh- and FYI- I've run into your Clown a few times! He's still just as much of a sleezeball as I remembered! The dude still thinks you're dead!Klonoa: ...And if you ask me...I wish YOU were still dead!

@driftstar13

Ghadius could only chuckle, and lean forward, a little uncomfortably close to Klonoa's face. "You still have much to learn, dream warrior. Don't let your hatred consume you." After that warning the entity stood back up, straightening his back, "I wouldn't want you to repeat my mistake. You have every reason to despise me, as I have enough reasons to despise the people of Phantomile. But I am here to face my responsibilities. You must too. As for Joka... tell him I said 'Hello'."

@maxipawz

"Aaah, Klonoa...Ghadius..." Lephise was struck with grief. Ghadius was right when the people of Phantomile could keep their grudges, but nothing was going to change the fact that he was here, and ready to change. She felt helpless as she watched the two speak back and forth.

Moonlit-Traveler

{Klonoa wanted to keep his anger up, hoping that venting would save him from his depression. But...it wasn't working. Every world he had been to had tossed him aside as soon as he fulfilled his purpose. He didn't want to be angry- not like this...he was hoping to reconcile with Huepow and have fun again...not to be reminded that he would constantly be rejected by the worlds he'd help out. Tears once again began to drip from the boy's eyes. He was trembling- knowing that all of that heartbreak, all the toying of his emotions from his time in Phantomile was utterly meaningless.}{He wanted to see his Grandpa- he WANTED to meet with Huepow- but how could he now? He was trying so hard to not let his sadness get the better of him- but he collapsed on his knees- his eyes watering to the extreme and began to sob uncontrollably.}

@driftstar13

Klonoa was vulnerable. Something about it struck Ghadius a little. While his anger was amusing it was almost bizarre to find him suddenly bawling at his feet. It was surprise more than anything. He truly had forgotten that Klonoa was just a child. But he was a child with purpose and potential. While they had different paths and goals he wanted to make sure Klonoa didn't lose his way. "... Go home, child." He commanded, "Go and see your grandfather. He must miss you very much." Perhaps seeing his family again would help. Would grandpa even remember him? What if this world was just reborn without Klonoa, as if he truly had never existed in it? Ghadius didn't have family. He just knew that, to someone like Klonoa, it must be important...

@maxipawz

Poor Klonoa. All of this was so overwhelming to him. But how had he returned? Surely it couldn't have been through natural means. Something summoned him here, and that was what worried her so. Perhaps she was overreacting? She certainly prayed she was. "Klonoa, I...I agree with Ghadius. You have come back to this world for a reason. For the sake of laying your worries a rest, I do recommend seeing your grandfather. Clear your mind, for now. We will only worry when we know there is trouble approaching."

Moonlit-Traveler

{Klonoa looks at the Lunar Duo. As much as he wants to stick around and yell at Ghadius...he wanted to see his grandfather more. If he really was alive...it'd send his heart soaring.} Klonoa: ...Alright...I-I'll go see Granpa...Klonoa: But...we aren't finished, Ghadius...I'll deal with you later... {The Cabbit quietly walks out of the castle, and heads straight for Breezegale.}

@driftstar13

"Songstress," Ghadius spoke to address Lephise, glancing down at her. "Make sure that the dream traveller returns to his village safely, won't you?" He paused, returning his gaze to Klonoa. Fair enough, he thought, and didn't bother to answer. "I will be here when you return, Lephise."

@maxipawz

Lephise looked to Ghadius, nodding. "Of course." She answered briefly. With that, she started her way after Klonoa, following him out of the castle and on the pathway to Breezegale. She couldn't help but be so silent the entire way. Who knows what was to be expected?

#𝒮𝒾𝓂𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒 // IC #Closed Thread #Discord Thread #Maxipawz #Moonlit-Traveler #𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈... // Lephise #𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒 𝒟𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓂... // Klonoa

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gabrielsstrangecorner · 5 years

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Slenderverse #5 - more Proxies

Hi! Today we’re gonna take a look at more Slenderman’s Proxies OC’s (Original Characters)

-Domino-

not much that I know about him. Here’s his story: https://www.wattpad.com/296506937-creepypasta-origins-stories-domino

although I’m not sure if this is his official story

here’s a ref by GhostfaceNikol.

Again I don’t know if she’s the creator of this character but I think so.

-Loup Noir-

Now, it’s time to tell you that sadly, not every Proxy OC has a story. Most of them are just characters with short backstories. But I like them nontheless.

Loup Noir is a Proxy created by AK-47x ( https://www.deviantart.com/ak-47x ).

Loup Noir’s real name is Ray Lilian and she was born in British Columbia. She speaks both English and French Canadian. She was once a proxy of another Slender being called Lady Melody, but now is a proxy of Slenderman. She lives in a forest and thinks of herself as an animal. As a weapon she uses: double bladed staff, hunting knife and daggers.

How she bacame a Slenderman’s Proxy:

Ray who came from a mission that her former master Lady Melody had assigned her to accomplish, was captured by the police and was brought to the police car, until they had a very devastating car accident. The driver died on the spot, while a handful of people had saved her from her very close death and was brought to the hospital. She had a comma for a long period of time. Lady who cannot feel her presence as a Slenderbeing thought she had died and never gave a thought on returning to her, being of course the self-centered, callous and evil creature she is. She disposes her proxies when she thinks their dead. After the comma, she wakes up fully after a month and had forgotten some memories about her relationships with her former fellow proxies; however she never had forgotten her master still. Disliking the hospital and medical equipment there (since she isn't used to “human related stuff”), she barely grasped her deer staff weapon and a few of her remaining things left and tried to escape as she can. Being skilled in stealth she successfully but barely escaped. She had also noticed that her proxy mark on her neck had faded, thus proves that she lost her connection with her former master. While walking through the woods pondering what to do next on her next chapter of life, she met a clown figure who happens to be one of Slenderman's proxies and also had recently had a deep connection with (while she was Lady's proxy). It was Hoaxton, who even nearly mistaken her for someone almost killing her. She was brought to the quarters of his fellow proxies for a rest/stay and was told that she is already free from her job of being Lady's Proxy and she can finally roam around and do what she likes to do. However, being gotten used to being a loyal proxy she is and who doesn’t know how to live a normal human life). Ray articulated how she feels more “free” in the forest with living her life accomplishing tasks for a Slenderbeing than living free like a full normal human, because she doesn’t know how to. After her health state barely and slowly got back to normal, Slender Man who had observed and noticed her that she was a former proxy of his relative, tested her worth if she was a valuable proxy. Before he took her in, she was given a great number of challenges to accomplish and one of them had lead her to killing a wolf (she’s a good huntress after all ever since) which she had made and preserved as a mask. This is a prize for her, symbolizing her accomplishments of being proved worthy as a proxy to the tall faceless man.

Ref by AK-47x

here you can read her full bio: https://www.deviantart.com/ak-47x/art/Proxy-OC-Loup-Noir-new-update-595937364

-Hoaxton-

Hoaxton is a Slenderman’s Proxy created by Dav-Ink ( https://www.deviantart.com/dav-ink )

His real name is Kiefer Louise Raymundo and he’s 26 years old. He was born in Bagulo, Philippines. For a weapon he uses saw, mace, spiked glove and stryk pistol.

Backstory:

Childhood/Elementary: Kiefer Raymundo is the son of a civil engineer (Juan Raymundo) and a skilled shooter yet an ex-convict, (Casey Wilson). He was born in the Philippines' summer capital, Baguio City. One of the places in the country with the coldest (however snow doesn't really happen since Philippines is a tropical country) temperatures and yet an eco zone full of large clusters of pine tree forests, where originally people tend to make stories about the unwanted spirits, urban legends and creatures mostly. Kiefer was born a stubborn, mischievous and yet a naughty child. Although he is smart and creative. His entire childhood was mostly him being a bully to his classmates and even his friends. He enjoys pranking and embarassing people a lot. And yet he uses his intelligence and talents for the bad. His studies downgraded because of this. Until the first event that will change him came, as he was going home down the street. He "met" a tall suited faceless being. The boy just practically stared at him and didn't even got "hurt". The being amazed of his ability of not being "sick" (supposedly) from him, and had observed him fully and found out all about himself with his unknown abilities, oddly spared his life. Instead he began planning something for him. He spoke through his mind that his school will be engulfed by a large devastation of fire. Overwhelmed, the boy ran his way home. The next day, he began feeling unconscious of himself and started setting off the fire alarms running in the school. He yelled fire is going to go off. He was actually serious but a little unconcious at the same time as if someone is controlling him. This made the entire school panic and evacuated the buildings. Long moments after, nothing actually happened. There was no fire nor something that will start a tiny bit of flame. This resulted into a fire hoax. Kiefer was brought to the principal's office together with his dad. He began telling them about the creature and what he said about the fire that will ablazed the school. This made himself worse and unbelievable for his hoax. The principal laughed and nicknamed him "hoax-boy". Of course he has been known for his reported pranks around the school and would never ever believe him of course. Especially now, this fire prank. This resulted him to reflecting his own life and what he has been doing wrong. Adolescence/High School: Kiefer thought the unknown being he met was just an odd hallucination which lead to changing his life, that his tricks, pranking and bullying should stop. With this, he used his talents, intelligence and improved for he better. He stopped his negative behavior and attitudes and started developing them for the good. Until he became a certified school paper cartoonist and a varsity football player, making him actually multi-talented. Until his mother being proud even secretly taught him about her skilled shooting in a safe house. She even secretly gave her favorite pystol to her son as a gift. Kiefer in this stage had a lot of interests, like gaming, doodling, etc. College/Adulthood: He finally went to a prestigious college in Baguio and moved by himself to an apartment without his parents leaving him for his independence. He took his favorite course, Mechanical Engineering. Overtime, he developed himself really good with his studies, friends, skills, other talents, school paper work and even the football team. Until finally, one night while he was working overtime in the school paper office, his laptop began to static and make ear-bleeding sounds. He turned to the window in a cluster of pine trees and was startled to see the being back again after all these years since his childhood. The tall faceless figure watching him from afar. He shrug this off hoping it was just a hallucination. But it wasn't, he was still there. After seeing the being once again, the next days, were unusual hardships for him as he developed a sense of unusual behavior of going back to his bullying and negative self. Until the final proof came for his awaited football game. He became unconscious of himself and started violently fighting and punching his teammates. He even nearly killed one of his teammates when he tried smashing their head on a hard metal post, shoving it. He was indeed acting oddly histerical, until he was kicked out of the team as a punishment, and this lead him to a big disappointment for himself. Until all he had left was his job as a school paper cartoonist. The adviser had assigned him to draw the editorial cartoon for his school paper. Later, he finished it and placed the finished paper onto the adviser's desk. The adviser soon saw it and was surprised to see an eerie drawn sketch of the tall faceless figure on it instead of the drawing she assigned him to draw. Kiefer explained that this sinister being exists and needs to be seen in the school paper. The adviser was angered and of course didn't believe his "hoax" about the "silly" creature, she crumpled the paper and told him to redo it by tomorrow. But for a long week, unusually, he never came back to school. Until another paper arrived on the adviser's desk. She saw it and she was greatly disappointed about it seeing the same sketch, it was more eerie and dark with Kiefer's signature on it. Because of this, she finally went to his apartment with a taxi and knocked by the door looking for him. With no one answering, she tried opening the door seeing it was unlocked. Going inside, she was shocked to see dead bodies on the floor. She tried exiting going to ask for help, but the door had suddenly locked. Until an eerie and clowny figure emerged from the shadows, wearing a similar football varsity jacket and with a weapon on hand. He laughed histerically and this frightened her. Then the tall faceless man appeared in front of her, she stared at him paralyzed. "You think this is just a hoax huh? Now you see him with your own eyes!" This was the last words she had ever heard. News spread later that Kiefer, the adviser and a few people from the apartment were nowhere to be found. Until today no one knew what really happened on why they disappeared.

Ref by Dav-Ink

His full bio: https://www.deviantart.com/dav-ink/art/-Slenderverse-Horror-FINAL-REF-Hoaxton-599408799

This is all for this post. Bye!

#creepy #spooky #scary #creepypasta #slenderverse #slenderverse oc #creepypasta oc #dark #slenderman #slenderman proxy #slenderman proxy oc #proxy #proxy oc

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