#The Noodle and his Magicks

[anotherdescentintomadness]

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[alexanderlightweight]

Omg it's open! Can I get some domestic malec?

Thank you! 🥰

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It’s been a long day. So long that the first thing Alec does after he gets home and showers, is put on a pair of sweats and put a pot of salted water on the stove.

Magnus portals in as Alec is putting together a sauce. Something from their pantry, magicked over by warlock necromancer who grew up in Italy and cooks — according to Magnus and Cat — like a true Italian Nona, despite the fact that she looks barely thirty.

And then adding some fresh spices and herbs as he cuts open fresh burrata mozzarella and puts the fresh, uncooked noodles in the water.

Magnus walks in behind him and Alec grins as Magnus’ arms wrap around his waist.

“Hello darling,” is murmured against Alec’s neck and the Magnus kisses the shell of Alec’s ear. It’s a gentle press of comfort in the warmth of their home and Alec basks in it.

—

Magnus sniffs the air appreciatively as he pulls Alexander closer to him.

“I can’t let the sauce burn.” Alexander laughs out in process and Magnus chuckles, magic reaching out and taking hold of the wooden spoon and stirring.

“There, think nothing of it. Between my magic and our noses, we won’t let it go to waste.”

Magnus turns on music with his magic, and pulls spins Alexander towards himself, pulling him even closer. They sway to the rhythm as his magic keeps their dinner salvageable and pours them both glasses of wine.

Alexander laughs when Magnus’ cold rings tickle his bare ribs and Magnus presses open mouthed kisses to Alexander’s neck rune.

The smell of rosemary and basil and oregano with rich tomato fills the air and Alexander is laughing in Magnus’ arms.

They dance until only Magnus’ magic keeps the noodles from disintegrating and the sauce from burning.

They don’t eat at the table but on the balcony.

One large plate to share, two forks and a basket of bread between them. The wine is sipped freely and bites are often passed to each other.

Magnus summons a cucumber, basil and mozzarella salad when Alexander complains that Magnus distracted him, and he forgot to make one. They talk into desert, until Magnus has summoned Alexander’s favorite tiramisu and is feeding it to him with too large, indulgent bites.

There’s marscapone on Alexander’s upper lip and while the shiver is gives when Magnus licks it off his lips is probably pleasure, Magnus snaps his fingers and summons a sweatshirt as well.

Alexander settles into the dark navy fabric and smiles at Magnus, cuddling ever closer as they look over the lights of the city.

Magnus snaps his fingers once again and dims the light, letting the stars come into view as New York’s endless lights disappear.

His fingers thread through Alexander’s shampoo fluffed locks and Magnus takes a sip of his wine. Magnus finds a contentment, in the casual things of home, that he’s missed before.

Magnus yearns for nothing more, than these quiet moments, where he can bask in Alexander’s presence.

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[juiceboxjiffy]

It had been a stupidly fucking long night, and it wasn't even that late yet.

Alli stood there, staring down at the body still sitting on his floor. His vision blurred around the edges with a vignette of gold, hands shaking so much that the only way to steady himself was clenching them into fists so tight, claws dug into his skin. Blood dripped down to join what was already there.

His drugs were burning such a hole in his pocket. This was anger. The anger he could never get away from no matter how hard he tried. Deep breaths didn't do shit. Throwing things couldn't help, and even if they did- Noodle was sleeping in his bed. To disturb them would be the lowest of the low. He still had a tiny bit of reasoning left to know how shit that'd be.

The drugs helped though. They always helped, despite the consequences. 'Snorting the blood of an angel will eventually come around to kill you.' Echoed in his head, as he made his way over to a table. Any flat surface, to get it done.

It could go two ways now. The official way was call in to Marlo, but dealing with that jackass and the questions as to why the fuck there was a dead body in his apartment would only make him angrier. That led to more of a chance at accidentally snapping at Noodle. That could not happen.

The other option was to call in the pixies to take the body away. He had food, and they usually took them away without favours anyway. 121 years and he still had no idea where they went, but it was always out of his hair.

Either way the body needed to be gone before his son-ish woke up. Calling Marlo meant no investigating of his own. The pixies were taking the matter into his own hands, and he liked that option so much better.

He finished taking his hit and stood up straight, stretching. Already feeling so much more relaxed and giddy. His hands now shook for a different reason, as he moved to examine the body better.

Blunt force trauma was a definite, but so were the heavy gashes made with something very sharp. The cuts in the thing's skin was clean, even with scales. Something.. Very sharp, but not sharp enough to slice completely through scales and flesh- and they weren't thick, which meant thinner weapon.

His brain immediately went to dagger, but no.. Unfortunately, the wounds were longer slices than a dagger. More together. Which meant something like a katana. Which.. He really hoped wouldn't have been the case. Of course, something else could have done it- but in his experience, katana meant something oriental, and that was usually some sort of yokai.

His mind raced, thoughts jumbled and hard to piece together. He did get that this.. Whatever it was, was the father of Noodle's kittens. They made that very clear in their panic, as Key had patched them up. The damage to Noodle was bad, but not life-threatening to them or the kittens.

They didn't talk about what happened, no matter how much Alli tried to ask. There'd be no pushing this. Not yet, at least.

Point being, most likely whatever this was, it was in that same gang. What in the bloody fuck were they doing to get someone who really knew how to wield a sword after them like this?

He flipped the thing over so it wasn't flipped over, and immediately stood to back up, almost running into a table. It was easy to see now, in a twisted way- but one that explained more of the situation. It was so obvious from the snout and magickal energy leaking into the floorboard. They were some sort of dragon, but a small one. Maybe even a mix of dragon with kobold and something fuzzy.

Alli hoped really really hard that this wasn't the kittens' father.

Either way, the situation got a little more serious. Before, he had thought the katana or whatever it was, wasn't as sharp as it could be. Now though.. Now he knew that it was crazy sharp. He found his panicking. The drugs didn't help.

If there was someone out there executing small dragons or half-dragons, it meant they had to have known exactly what to do. The wounds were methodical to help back this up.

If Noodle was caught by whoever did this, they'd be... Well. Maybe it was time to actually find a babysitter.

#drabble #drug m

[vampiricvittles]

How are the kittens doing?

They're doing great :)) It's almost time for them to find what element they feed on, and I've been making a list of the best places to find each element to try and I'm so excited for it. Gonna take the whole week and go on like a family trip for it.

It's a big deal! Babies' first real meal.. They should start talking soon after, once they start growing into their own magick. Usually it all happens at the 10 month mark which is.. I think the end of this month?

They grew into their fur not too long ago. Limo looks like a walking carpet sometimes with how long he is.. Just like his dad. Pinto is still tiny but using his size for itty bitty fae mischief, and Hemlock is doing a great job navigating without vision, and the others help him so much, it's the sweetest thing. Poor Noodle and Vet definitely have their hands full though.

#ask #noodle

[eritvita]

continued from x ;

@ekbatdesebat​

'Tis a delicate, single bud of a fresh, red rose offered to the Deity whence they sit in communal splendour, offering the edge of a balcony and risked the sight for a lunch of noodles, whence Roland hast taken the initiative, and Worked for his Heart’s Plan.

The rose is enchanted: riddled with prehensile magick to prolong its fresh, Greene life without its bulb of thorns, with a tender, silken ribbon of bright blue tied aground. Roland grins, apple-cheek’d. “Wouldst I be sublime to court thee, Goddess. Thou art beautiful by thine soul and by thine life. Wouldst thou honor me of So?” inquires he softly; offered the rose, still.

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[rockingrobin69]

golden rim, slightly chipped

Dear Anon, these are weird times, and your message meant so much to me that I somehow managed to delete it. I have no idea how to thank you other than reposting this - 700 words, extending on today’s domaystic drabble, very much for you. sorry love you sorry THANK YOU

When Draco first moved into his flat, it was entirely empty. The only thing he had to put in the cupboard was one small cup (delicate flower pattern with a golden rim, slightly chipped). He ate slices of cheese until he got a kettle from his overly-chatty neighbour, at which point he lived solely on pot noodles, using his suitcase as a table. He didn’t go looking for anything more; it was enough, and trying was—too hard. Demanded too much energy. His house was empty but for a kettle, one cup, and at least a dozen pot noodles.

Then Pansy came over with wine glasses (‘one must always, Draco, darling,’) and Blaise got them the shittiest bottles of wine Tesco offered. They sat on the floor together and ate chips with single-use chopsticks. A few days later Greg came by with a chair, then a table, both of which he probably nicked, gods know where from. Theo bought three sets of cutlery and a couple of bowls. He warned Draco he never wanted to see him drinking soup out of glasses again (or, worse, plastic tubs. ‘Bloody disgraceful, mate’).

Then came Potter, with the three horrible encounters no one in their right mind would consider as dates, and the fourth one which was somewhat better. (Draco had forks, now, but the leftovers from their meal he still fed Potter with his fingers, directly out the Styrofoam). Potter brought lots of things; a base and a headboard for the mattress in the bedroom, an Ikea sofa and bookshelf he built himself, and a new name, like a breath of air, musical and sweet (‘Harry’). And the flat kept filling.

Granger loaned him loads of books—so many that at some point she stopped asking for them back, and then so many more that she became Hermione. Ron swiped at least half the Burrow’s pots and pans. Neville got a microwave, and Dean and Seamus sprung out on a toaster. Draco found an armchair on the street, one leg broken and upholstery all torn, and decided to fix it. He brazenly called it my chair, and no one contested the name. It felt like winning, somehow.

Luna and Dean made art to hang on the walls, or showcase on the shelves Ginny installed. Marcus and Oliver Wood built a proper, actual wardrobe, in which Draco’s clothes could really hang, meaning he didn’t need to spend half as much time on the iron he got from Percy. Then Mrs. Weasley (‘Molly. Aren’t we way past that, dear?’) tailored curtains for the windows, magicked to let through just the right amount of light, and by this time, Draco realised it wasn’t his flat anymore, it was theirs; Harry’s toothbrush sat next to Draco’s in the mug Teddy made, his socks filled the drawers in George’s cabinet. The little dent in the sofa in the shape of his bum, the scratches in Draco’s heart where he’s clawed his way in. Not just him—everywhere he looked he could see it, the physical ways the people in his life manifested in the flat.

That’s what that was, then. The Manor had been full of things, but it never felt like this. Like… happiness, filtering like sunlight through him, reflecting off of Harry’s smiling eyes and catching on the flowers in Millie’s vase. Draco leaned back and sighed in relief. He didn’t think it would ever—even if he still felt the odd hankering for noodles. That was all right too, though. He kept a few in the kitchen, and when he needed time alone he’d open one up, and no one would bother him until he came back. Of all the miracles he could never imagine; a pot of noodles, and a chair, and this. His family. Words could never describe exactly what it meant to him.

When Mother returned from France, she brought back a gift: three cups, delicate, flower pattern with a golden rim. A perfect set among a whole array of mismatched cups and mugs. (The chipped one was still his favourite, for knobhead-related, sentimental reasons). Draco’s cupboard—like his life, like his flat, like his heart—has never been so full.

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[lostcybertronian]

12 trickshot

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Prompt 12: “I can’t see.”

    “Can you see through that blindfold?” Chase had to almost shout over his kids as he finished tying off a loose knot, settling the scrap of fabric over Marvin’s eyes. “Alice, Ben, ask Marvin if he can see.”

    “I can’t see a thing.” Marvin’s grin could only be described as cat-like, his tone a low purr. He sat perfectly still in the chair even as the kids scrambled around him, reaching out with grubby hands to touch his shimmering cape or satin shirt.

    Chase’s kids didn’t know any better; at five and seven, respectively, Ben and Alice weren’t allowed to stay at home by themselves while Stacy took a business trip, and she hadn’t been able to find a sitter. So it fell to him to watch them for the weekend, a task made only better by the fact that his boyfriend wanted to join them.

    “Perfect.” Chase went for the deck of cards in his pocket. He knew what was coming, but still he asked, “Now what?”

    “Give one card to Alice and one to Ben,” Marvin instructed, “but don’t tell me which cards they are.”

    The kids giggled as Chase obediently doled out cards and exaggerated hiding them from the already-blindfolded magician in that triumphant way only kids could be. 

    “I think,” Marvin announced dramatically, leaning forward and propping his elbows on his knees, then his head in his hands. The tips of the ears of his mask gleamed under the warm glow of the living room lamp. “That Alice has the Jack of Spades, and Ben has a Ten of Hearts.”

    The kids glanced at each other. “Wrong!” Alice announced, holding out her Queen of Diamonds while Ben turned his card around, proudly displaying his Three of Clubs.

    Marvin frowned. “Give me that.” He flicked his fingers and Ben’s card flew into his hand, then Alice’s. He lifted the blindfold, squinted. “No, I was right.”

    He held out the cards, presented a Jack of Spades and Ten of Hearts, then magicked them back into their hands.

    Chase choked back laughter as Alice’s jaw dropped and Ben stared, wide-eyed. There was a few beats of silence before both of them crowded forward, surrounding Marvin like paparazzi after one of his shows.

    “Make us fly!” 

    “How did you do that?”

    “Calm down,” Marvin said, standing and untying the blindfold. He dropped it to the floor, and raised his hands. “I will make you fly.” 

    Green light spread down from his shoulders, to his elbows, to his hands. It filled the air, emerald and glittering. It surrounded Chase’s kids, lifting them into the air. Then, with a dramatic flourish of his arms, he tossed them both onto the couch. 

—

    “You could have just started with levitation,” Chase said later, once the kids were tucked into bed and sleeping, exhausted from an afternoon of being thrown around like sacks of potatoes. He laid his head back against the arm of the couch, lifting a hand to absently tease at Marvin’s hair. “What was the point of the card trick?”

    “Everyone loves a good card trick.” Marvin’s voice came drowsy and half-muffled by Chase’s shirt. He too, was exhausted, and so lay draped over Chase like a blanket. “Sometimes you have to warm up your audience.”

    Chase snorted. “Not my kids.”

    Marvin laughed, a tired, content laugh. “No, not your kids.”

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[lunar-wandering]

....Family, huh?

girl help i keep posting emotional fanfics at 1 am in the morning

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When Wukong and MK returned from the fight of the day, Mei, Tang, Sandy, and Pigsy were all waiting for them. Once Wukong set MK on the ground, Mei immediately ran forward and drew him into a hug, being careful of his injuries. Tang and Sandy were quick to join her. Wukong sighed and turned, about to leave, when he felt a tug at the end of his scarf, stopping him. Turning, he saw that Pigsy had grabbed onto the fabric, preventing Wukong from leaving.

"...Do you need something?" Wukong asked, wanting to head back to the mountain and just rest, it had been a long day after all.

"I... wanted to thank you." Pigsy said, and wow, Wukong had not been expecting that.

"....Thank me for what?" He asked.

"For taking care of MK." Pigsy said, "The kid is like family to me, you know? They're all my family. If MK died....I'm not sure what I'd do. That being said..."

Pigsy suddenly tugged on Wukong's scarf, hard, pulling him closer to him, so that they were staring at each other eye to eye.

"If anything every happens to the kid." He said, "I can promise you this Sun Wukong. I will find a way to kill you."

"Uh." Wukong said, nervously, unsure how to respond to that. "....Point taken?"

Pigsy wrapped up this whole odd exchange by lightly ruffling Wukong's hair, much to Wukong's confusion, before finally letting go of Wukong's scarf. Wukong immediately leaned back, summoning his cloud, and vanishing. Pigsy sighed.

"Hey Pigsy!" Mei shouted, grabbing his attention. "Aren't you going to join in on the 'MK is Okay' hug?!"

"I'll do you one better." Pigsy said, "I'm going to start the lecture on why MK should never do that again."

"Hey now, there's no need for that-" MK started to say, trying to wiggle out of the hug Mei, Sandy, and Tang had effectively trapped him in, to no avail.

"You will stay, and you will learn to not make us worry like that." Tang said, as he and the others tightened their hold on MK.

"Come on guys, seriously? Do we really need to do this again?" MK asked, already resigning himself to it.

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From a nearby rooftop, Wukong watched MK interact with the others, a sad smile on his face. He was just going to head back to Flower Fruit Mountain, but one part of what Pigsy said to him just kept repeating in his head.

He'd called MK family. And Sandy, and Tang, and Mei. The five of them, they were a family, Wukong was now realizing.

"Family, huh?" He muttered to himself, standing up from his crouched position. "....I don't have that anymore."

Not feeling like intruding on the family any longer, Wukong vanished, teleporting back to Flower Fruit Mountain.

...He hoped the monkeys would be enough to soothe the sudden feeling of loneliness that had washed over him.

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The monkeys weren't enough. He was a fool for thinking that they would be, after he had seen MK and the others interacting like that. It just....wasn't the same.

Which was why Wukong found himself sneaking in through the back door of the noodle shop. He wasn't entirely sure what he planned to do here, but he figured he could just figure that out while he did it. Wasn't like there was going to be anyone to see him in here anyways, considering the late hour.

Or at least, there shouldn't be anyone.

Wukong suddenly became aware of the sound of talking from the general eating area of the restaurant. From the voices, he could tell that it was MK and his friends. Drawing a little closer, he peeked around the corner, to see them laughing and smiling, the card game they were playing laid out on the table, forgotten as MK retold the events of the day.

They were still up. Having fun, as a family.

...He shouldn't be here.

Suddenly feeling rather stupid for doing this in the first place, (and really, why had he thought it was a good idea to come back here?), Wukong started slowly backing up, fully intending on leaving as though he was never there.

This was, of course, as fate would have it, the moment his tail happened to move in just the right wrong direction to knock a bowl off a table.

Wukong froze as the bowl shattered, the noise seeming to ring impossibly loud. The voices in the other room went quiet, and he could hear someone slowly get up and walk towards the kitchen and, oh, he should move-

"Monkey King?" MK asked, seeing him. Wukong forced himself to relax, trying to make it seem like he hadn't been about to leave in a panic.

"Hey, kid. How's it going?" He said instead, casually leaning against a table, only the swishing of his tail betraying how kinda nervous he was. MK looked both confused and concerned, and for a moment it seemed like he was going to ask him something, but he was interrupted before he could even begin, by Pigsy yelling;

"Tell that monkey that he'll have to pay for whatever he broke!"

Wukong suddenly became aware at the shards of broken bowl surrounding him. Quickly, he magicked them away, making a motion indicating MK to not say anything about it. MK rolled his eyes in response, but didn't call him out on it, so Wukong considered that a win.

Quietly, he followed MK into the main room of the restaurant.

"Ah, Wukong, care to join the game?" Tang asked when he saw him, holding up a deck of cards. "We only just started, I can still deal you in."

"Uh, sure, I guess." Wukong said, slowly sitting down at the table, picking a seat between MK and Sandy. "What are you playing?"

"Poker." Mei said, and Wukong smirked. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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One hour, and multiple warranted accusations of cheating later, Wukong had won the game.

"I am convinced that you cheated." Pigsy said, glaring at Wukong.

"You can't prove anything." Wukong responded, smirking as he leaned back in his chair.

"I know, and I hate it." Pigsy sighed, before glancing over at Mei and MK. The two of them had fallen asleep a little while ago, leaning on each other.

"...We should probably get Mei home." Pigsy said, standing up. "Wukong, you can bring MK up to his apartment right?"

"Who do you think I am?" Wukong asked, gently picking MK up. "He weighs but a handful of grapes to me."

Tang snorted at that, but didn't comment on it. Sandy picked up Mei and walked out the door, waving goodbye as he went. Pigsy and Tang started to clean up the table, so Wukong carefully carried MK up the stairs and into his apartment. He put MK down on his bed, transforming his clothes into pajamas as he did so. (Because while Wukong might tend to sleep in whatever he was already wearing, he knew MK always wore pajamas.)

MK stirred a little as Wukong tucked him in.

"Monkie King?" He mumbled, rolling over.

"Shh." Wukong whispered, "Go back to sleep."

"Y'know." MK said, ignoring him, "You should come to family game night more often."

Wukong froze.

"Oh." He said, "This was a. A family thing? Uh. I mean, it was fun but, I probably won't end up coming by again. This was like. A one time thing."

"Aww." MK said, sounding vaguely disappointed. "...You're always welcome to come though."

"Uh huh, sure." Wukong said, trying not to sound as....mentally shaken as he was. "I'll keep that in mind."

MK seemed to accept this answer, as he rolled over and quickly fell back asleep, leaving Wukong by himself with his thoughts. Wukong, figuring that there was no better way to deal with the emotions he was going through right now, climbed out the window and onto the roof, where he started pacing, tail waving back and forth.

What did MK mean by "always welcome"? Did he like, mean it as part of the family, or was he just inviting him to be nice? Surely that was it, right? He was just being nice, or maybe it was just him being sleep deprived!

But what if it wasn't?

...Was Wukong ready to be a part of a family again?

Wukong, caught up in his thoughts, remained ignorant to the passing of time, as he continued to pace back and forth on the roof.

This was how MK found him in the morning.

"...Monkey King?" He asked, making Wukong startle, looking down to see MK standing on the balcony. "What are you doing?"

"Oh! I was just, uh, thinking." Wukong said, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. MK narrowed his eyes at him.

"Have you.... been up there all night?"

"Huh?" Wukong looked at the sky, confused, only just now realizing that the sun was rising. "Ah. I uh, lost track of time, I guess."

"So you didn't sleep at all?" MK asked, concerned, as Wukong jumped down from the roof to stand beside him on the balcony.

"Kid, I don't exactly need sleep as often as you do." Wukong snorted, leaning against the balcony rail. "You don't need to worry about me."

"When's the last time you slept?" MK asked, to Wukong's confusion.

"What?"

"When. Was. The last time. You slept." MK asked again, saying it slowly to really drive the question home. "You said you don't sleep 'as often' as me. That implies you still need to sleep. So tell me, when was the last time you slept?"

"I don't see how this is important-"

"If you don't tell me I'll go to Flower Fruit Mountain and ask the monkeys." MK said, summoning his staff, fully ready to follow through on his threat by vaulting to the mountain.

"Okay, okay, fine, you don't need to do that." Wukong sighed, "The last time I slept was....about two weeks ago."

"Two weeks?!" MK practically yelled, making Wukong flinch. "Okay, no, that's it, you're taking a nap, right now-"

"Uh, I don't think that's really necessary-" Wukong started to say, turning to leave, but was stopped by MK grabbing a hold of his scarf and dragging him back into the apartment and oh, Wukong really regretted giving MK super strength now. Even though MK's arm was still injured, the kid had a ridiculous amount of strength and energy.

"Listen," MK said, "I did not sit through 27 lectures from Pigsy and Tang about taking care of myself just to watch another member of my family make the same mistakes I did."

"Another member of your what?" Wukong asked, shock flowing through him, but he was ignored as MK all but threw him onto the couch, pulling blankets out of a closet. He dumped the blankets on top of the Monkey King. Wukong fumbled with the blankets for a moment, finally getting his head free of them, only to be smacked in the face with a pillow MK threw at him.

He, thankfully, managed to dodge the second pillow.

"...Why do you have so many blankets and pillows?" Wukong questioned.

"Me and Mei build blanket forts sometimes." MK said, pulling out the last of the blankets. "Pigsy and Sandy bring up snacks, and Tang will bring up old movies as well. You can join in the next time we build one, but for now, you are going to nap."

Wukong figured that there was no way he was going to be getting out of this situation, so he decided to just accept it, laying down and closing eyes. 

He couldn't sleep though.

MK had just called him family.

....Why? What did Wukong do that could've possibly made MK see him as family?

He didn't understand. He really didn't.

But...something about the idea of being MK's family....just felt right. Like it was meant to happen.

Mind spent from the emotional whirlwind that had been the past 24 hours, Wukong finally fell asleep.

And he dreamt of the games and bonding moments he had with his family from long ago. Somehow, despite missing them, some part of him knew, that he had found a new family with the people he was with now.

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#5

I've been struck with inspiration. I'm going to make a custom tarot deck with axolotls. I will post my progress here.

19 notes • Posted 2021-12-13 01:41:06 GMT

#4

I just made some magical chocolate banana bread to sweeten sour relationships, but I accidentally stirred the ingredients counter-clockwise instead of clockwise. Hopefully it still works and nothing bad happens...

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#3

Hello there, I've seen that you are new to witchcraft and would like to grow your skills.

There's a few blogs that you can take a look at as they all have something of value for witches of any experience and those blogs are:

@his-craft (good for tips, research, divination, and critical thinking)

@themori-witch (good for beginner topics like binding, protection, banishing and more)

@scroll-of-thought (more about making spells)

@growing-yet-into-magic (basic info such as spell components, timing, materials, and general basic info)

I hope you have a great time in discovering your witchcraft path! I know I probably sound like I know a lot and I sound like professional of sorts, but I can guarantee you, I'm not, and we're all learning at our own pace and we're only human!

Have fun!

Thank you so much! I'll definitely check all themselves people out.

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How to do spaghettomancy

I found out about spaghettomancy a few days ago when me and my witch friends were talking about weird forms of divination, and it was so ridiculous that I just had to try it. I couldn't find anything about it online, so I did some asking around, and finally found someone who knows about it. So I'm sharing my knowledge here with you all.

Cook some noodles. Alternatively, open a can of noodles. Any kind of noodles will work.

Slam the noodles on the ground

Use your intuition to find shapes in the noodles and decipher their meanings. There are a lot of common shapes that are used in general divination, but I won't get into that. That would be way too long a tumblr post. I hate to be that person, but Google it.

Hopefully this helped some of you who are interested in spaghettomancy.

165 notes • Posted 2021-11-03 18:16:40 GMT

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Ughhh why is witchcraft so frustrating? I'm trying to move a crystal with my energy and it's not working. Neither is malanipulating fire. I feel like I should be able to do these things! My friends said it takes practice but I don't see myself getting any better at it the more I practice.

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random marauder headcanons

James

6′2″ish, constantly brags about being taller than Sirius

mother hen of group

basically has a stroke anytime he sees Remus

first to find out about Remus’ furry little problem and labels it as such until Remus hits him with a book for it halfway through third year

doesn’t tell anyone until Sirius and Peter ask him about it at the beginning of second year

big researcher, always does way more than asked for assignments because he’s very curious

loves to read and joins the book club until Remus kicks him out for flirting with Lily too much

loves fall

early bird because of quidditch

very light sleeper and always sleeps with a foot out or else he gets too hot which drives Lily crazy because he still hogs all the blankets

loves to cook and bake

great at giving gifts

spoils all of his friends for holidays and birthdays, especially ones he made up

“Prongs, you can’t just pick a random day each month and call it Marauder’s Day”

“Yeah, Pads is right, you just had one last week. It’s getting a bit fucking old, Prongs”

“And we didn’t even get you anything!”

“You don’t have to get me anything, Wormy, but would you all just shut up and take the gifts!!”

would walk into walls as a kid before he got glasses which were way too big for his face

horrible at making pranks, spectacular at executing them

allergic to peanuts

and bees

favorite subject was a tie between transfiguration and charms, but best at potions, obviously

favorite color is red 

has asthma

certified momma’s boy

eats cake with a spoon and noodled soup with a fork

first and only tattoo is the number 15 (Sirius’ quidditch number) done by a drunk Sirius in fifth year

undiagnosed ADHD and doesn’t know what it is until Lily tells him about it in seventh year

knows the most healing spells after living with and pranking with the marauders for seven years

fascinated by all muggle things except toasters/microwaves

“Lily, how does it know when my bread is done?”

“It’s on a timer, James.”

“That doesn’t even make sense!”

“... wizards literally have talking portraits.”

“Muggles don’t?”

had a mullet

had a jean jacket gifted by Peter in second year and was genuinely heartbroken when he no longer fit in it by the end of third year

until Sirius magicked it to grow with him which Sirius would later do to the leather jacket he gifted Harry on his first birthday

lost a bet to Remus in fourth year and was forced to get a perm which Lily secretly loved

Peter

very small,, 5′5″

left handed

gets very bad allergies,, eyes swell, constantly sneezing unless Sirius casts silencing charm

incredibly disorganized and messy. at first he tries to appease his roommates, but by the end of second year, he stops because Sirius ends up telling him that he cleans wrong

“They’re my clothes, Pads, how are you going to say I’m folding them wrong?!”

“Because you are, Pete! Plus no one folds their socks”

“Remus does”

“It’s a werewolf thing, now move before I stop helping”

does most of the animagi research

favorite subject is herbology and it’s his best too but becomes interested in dark arts halfway through sixth year

found half of the secret passages from getting lost while Sirius and Remus found the rest from sneaking around before announcing their relationship in seventh year

relied on a map for almost the entirety of first and second year, which sparked the idea for the marauder’s map

came up with the idea to put names on the map

favorite color is blue

was always forced to play quidditch with James and Sirius and is pretty good, but too insecure to join the team

has photographic memory and just spits out random facts

hates attention

had some of the highest grades in the year up until the end of third year when professors pointed it out and he began to choke up during tests afterwards

allergic to grass

first to become animagus and immediately wishes he wasn’t since his animagus is

“A rat?! How the hell am I supposed to help when I’m a rat!”

was the tester for the majority of the pranks

usually helped Remus come up with the pranks since he always knew random pieces of useful information

had the most books checked out from the library, but Madam Pince never knew, the other marauders doubted she even knew who Peter was

always carried around specific things for his friends (an extra eyeliner pencil and nail polish for Sirius, dungbombs for James, and chocolate for Remus)

always had a muggle first aid kit

observed more than he spoke

originally wanted to be resorted into Hufflepuff until James insisted he had been put in Gryffindor for a reason

thought the other three marauders were stronger/braver than him 

Sirius for leaving his family, Remus for being a werewolf, and James for sticking up for everyone, especially for what he believed in regardless of the consequences

disliked mushrooms and olives

not picky about much, but only about his food touching on his plate

“There’s nothing wrong with Pete separating his food, Jamie. No one but you wants their food to be mush like yours. You can legally apparate yet you still play with your food, Prongs, don’t be gross”

“Thank you, Pads. At least someone here gets it.”

“Wouldn’t be too proud of sharing the same habits as incest boy, Wormy”

“Prongs, eat your fucking mush”

Remus

tall,, like 6′5″-6′7″ very lanky

loves fall

tied for messiest with Peter

favorite subject was  but was best at DADA because werewolf

constantly neglects homework

grew up cursing like a sailor, but pretends he doesn’t

mastermind of pranks

hates white chocolate “Because it’s not real chocolate, Pads”

despises chocolate covered fruit more than white chocolate,, will eat the chocolate and leave the fruit

“It’s a fucking disgrace, James, I’m not eating it”

loves muggle literature and creates book club with Lily

also tries to make debate club with Lily, but no one wants to debate against them, not even James or Sirius

knows how to braid and goes along with Sirius pretending not to so he can braid Sirius’ hair

apart from full moons, he rarely gets sick, not even allergies

best at charms out of marauders, which is what the majority of the pranks rely on

always warm, but uses cooling charms in order to continuously wear his sweaters to cover his scars

favorite color is yellow or forest green

laughs very loud until he physically cannot breathe but only around the marauders and maybe the girls

was the first to find out about James’ crush on Lily

was the first to find out about Lily’s crush on James

worked on the map when his friends were avoiding him in fourth and fifth year because they were becoming animagi without telling him

smoked a lot of weed

literally always high

especially after full moons

has his tongue pierced 

Sirius almost died on the spot the first time he saw it

learned French in fifth year when Sirius kept speaking to him in it and was not disappointed

Grew up speaking Welsh

very passionate about muggle politics

“Just because this isn’t happening in our world doesn’t mean it isn’t happening. Plus, there are so many fucking similarities, Sirius. Open a fucking book for once”

James was the first person he came out to (he came out to James in fourth year, then Sirius and Peter in fifth) and it wasn’t the best

but James eventually came around only after Lily punched him, not that Remus ever found out about that

loves oatmeal and eats it every day except for mornings of full moons. then it’s a full plate of everything, put together by Sirius of course

spent the entirety of the summer going into third year learning muggle magic tricks with Peter to prank James and Sirius

secretly loves confrontation even though he hates the attention

worst prefect

only flirts with Sirius and is damn good at it too

secretly loves being the only one who can get Sirius flustered

grew up watching quidditch with his dad and briefly commentated it at Hogwarts throughout sixth year until McGonagall couldn’t handle the excessive swearing at the end of the year

Sirius

5′8″ max

ambidextrous,, originally right handed with perfect calligraphy, but taught himself how to write with his left hand to piss off Walburga

sometimes still uses right hand to write notes for remus during full moons because it’s easier (remus never mentions it because he loves the calligraphy)

king of puns, especially those relating to their animagi forms

scared of spiders but refuses to admit it and instead not so casually points them out when he finds one in the dorm so someone else peter can take care of it

never wanted a pet owl because they’re too much upkeep and shit everywhere

wanted something elegant like a cat

very neat!! partly due to pureblood upbringing, but most of it due to his OCD which isn’t diagnosed until after Azkaban when Remus takes him to a muggle therapist for his PTSD

“For fuck’s sake Remus, things have order! There is a specific way to do things and you can’t just leave your shit like this!!”

favorite subject is DADA, but is best at astronomy

secretly likes herbology and divination, finds them both very interesting

first professional tattoo was Leo the Lion constellation for Regulus right next to Canis Major on his left arm where he would have had the Dark Mark

first actual tattoo was the number 7 (James’ quidditch number) on his ankle done by a drunk James in fifth year

the one who actually confronts Remus about being a werewolf at the beginning of second year

comes up with animagi idea, but hates doing the research

favorite season is spring 

definitely not because he loves to watch James run away from bees, no that would be not at all like Sirius not to mention rude, Pads

loves throwing parties for people, hates having parties for himself

always keeps at least one of his fingernails painted and it’s usually the ring finger on his left hand being painted red

knows how to braid but acts like he doesn’t so Remus has to

has random rings and says they’re for when he has to punch Slytherins for picking on marauders & co but really they’re for aesthetic

halfway through fifth year, after running away, he found an eyeliner pencil and immediately begs Lily and Marlene to teach him how to use it once he’s told what it’s for

by sixth year he does it better than them

smokes with Remus in the astronomy tower after full moons

the only time he bakes is to make edibles for Remus

hated strongly disliked Lily the moment James told him about his crush on her

has glasses but refuses to wear them

thick French accent as it was his first language, but by third year, he’s trained himself to not have it

will curse in French and flirt with Remus in French

got an eyebrow piercing which drove Remus absolutely crazy

became Lily’s best friend the first time James tried to woo Lily and she called him an arrogant toerag at the beginning of fourth year

hates mac and cheese

and cheese in general

really any dairy product Lily tells him it’s because he’s lactose intolerant, Remus tells him it’s because he’s overdramatic

was vegetarian since third year and only stops when he runs away to the Potter’s because he doesn’t want to inconvenience them

sensitive skin,, i.e. always dry and lotion makes it flare up even more

breaks out in hives when anxious and cannot stop scratching them until they bleed or James transfigures mittens on his hands

steals all the other marauder’s clothes (especially Remus’) 

by the end of seventh year, he doesn’t even know which clothes are actually his and which clothes belong to the others

cast a silencing charm on peter in second year when his allergies were bad and got sent to the common room for the night as a punishment by James while Remus hysterically laughed 

Peter might’ve definitely cried

starts dating Remus at the end of fifth year

after he runs away in fifth year, McGonagall talks to him about it and they have weekly tea time 

comes out to her first during one of their first tea times in the middle of fifth year and cries when she says she’s proud of him

always cold, but especially his hands. they’re always freezing even after warming charms

came out to James last in march of seventh year right before him and Remus officially announced their relationship to the group

James was only upset about not being told his best mates were dating for almost two years without him knowing

was the first to find out Lily was pregnant and begged for Harry to be named after him

flirts with everyone, but only gets extremely flustered when Remus flirts back

enjoyed doing homework and always had it finished first

except for third year when they had to write an essay on werewolves, which was the only essay all four marauders never turned in

lost a bet to Remus and was forced to wear a skirt for a week didn’t mind it, even liked it and wished the bet was longer

continued to call Lily “Evans” after she married James and refused to call her “Potter” unless using her full name

Lily

tall,, very long legs, 5′8″-5′10″

does not like quidditch, but loved Remus’ brief commentary in sixth year

does not like Sirius at all, in fact, hates him even more than James

only comes around after witnessing him writing notes for Remus during the first full moon in fourth year

and after he highfived her for calling James a toerag

the second person (but first friend) Sirius came out to

the second person Remus came out to

the first and only person to punch James for being rude about Remus coming out

truly and drunkenly bonded with Sirius at the end of fifth year over their siblings hating them

and decided they would be each other’s siblings from then on

shared clothes with Sirius in sixth and seventh year

excelled at potions, but charms and transfiguration were her favorite subjects

was a good flier, but not coordinated enough to play quidditch

right handed, but throws with her left

not superstitious, but wrote with a specific quill during exams

compromised with James on naming Harry after him by letting him use “James” as a middle name

cannot spell Bartholomew, always forgets an O

took muggle studies to see the wizard perspective about muggles

keeps up with muggle news and politics with Remus

paints Sirius’ nails every Thursday after dinner and continues the tradition after Hogwarts when the five of them have weekly dinners at the Potter’s

needs a blanket and fan on to sleep, regardless of the time of year

took Sirius and Remus to their first PRIDE

only came out to Sirius and Marlene about being bi

not a fan of peanut butter

favorite season is summer

favorite color is maroon 

definitely not because James looks hot in his quidditch uniform

wanted to be a professor or a healer before the war started

started liking James in fifth year, didn’t act on it until the middle of sixth year

loves bagels

never smoked weed, but did accidentally have an edible meant for Remus

can cook, but cannot bake

stopped trying to talk to Petunia by the end of fifth year because now she had a brother, Sirius

never called Sirius by his last name, no matter how many times he called her “Evans”

instead calls him “Pup” as a reference to the constellation, until she was told of his animagus form, then it was “Pads”

was the only girl allowed to use the marauder’s nicknames

which basically inaugurating her into the group, but Sirius would never admit it

only got drunk if Remus was also drinking

becomes vegetarian in solidarity for Sirius and remained one until she died

had a small big crush on Dorcas until she saw her with Marlene

Sirius did his best to comfort her when she cried about it that day

gushed to Remus about James, but of course she didn’t like the toerag

loved ice cream

hated ice cream sandwiches

allergic to pineapple

didn’t have morning sickness while pregnant, but did crave Hogwarts food

“Lils, I can’t apparate into Hogwarts”

“James, I am carrying your child. Find a way.”

wanted to reach out to Petunia when she heard her sister was pregnant at the same time, but didn’t know how

told Sirius first that she was pregnant

refused to name her son after him, but compromised and insisted Sirius be the Godfather

helped Remus pick out the engagement ring for Sirius that he never had the opportunity to propose with

scolded Remus for being a bad prefect more than she scolded other students

#marauders headcanon #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #lily evens #james & peter & remus & sirius #harry potter

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WITCH SOCKS (they/them)

Witch Enslaved by Fate at the End of the World: @irreversiblemelody

Socks lived through The End (of the world), and so did a very small fraction of the human race. Now they have no memories, just like everyone else, live in a world where the daytime is Death and are enslaved by Fate and have to deal with being a freak amongst freaks in a world of horrors. A tired and apathetic witch who wants to sleep far more than do their obligatory ‘duties’.

They want to learn healing magick some day. 

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Rhyme J. Figueora (She/Her)

Mutant Lesbian from past Days trying to live her life: @thedanceoftime

Rhyme was born to a kind Father in an AU of the 1920’s where medicine was more advanced and nobody had ever heard of a gas powered car before. Though a poor outsider, she was happy with her Father who loved her dearly despite the challenges of raising a child who was not only physically ill but mentally, in a time where that meant to most she was thought of as nothing more than an animal because of it. Life was hard but good until a mistake on others part cost her everything and now she’s got to deal with being a mutant on her own. 

Sweaters mean the world to her.

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Solas Emrys (They/Them)

Cursed Mercenary Witch surrounded by friendly possessed Dolls: @cursedsunlight

They were once a promising witch with their primary powers being in healing and protection, finding their way after life had been rather cruel to them. But before they could settle into their chosen role of independent healer and find their true second form like any other witch, a vicious Elder witch cursed them and stole a bit of their soul for the ‘transgression’ of refusing to join her academy. Now, Solas is a mercenary witch with numerous connections to the magical underworld, using the curse’s twisting of their magic to their advantage wherever they can while they search for ways to fix themself and have their revenge. They’ve befriended an army of possessed dolls and objects, gaining more of a family than they’ve ever had.

They have a weakness for books.

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Null (he/him, they/them)

Tragic and Lonely Alien Doll: @sorrowofashadow

Made by a madwoman to replace a family she had lost, Null was a failed experiment. Just barely surviving her wrath and being later banished to Earth he searches for somewhere to belong while learning the rules of a strange new planet. Slowly, he’s healing and learning to comfortably be on his own. Unstable and sleepless, the doll wanders, eventually building his own home.

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Lief Hale (they/them)

Half-Dragon thief on the Run from the past: @scalesandmistakes

An odd and lonely child who loved monsters, when Lief finds a ritual to summon a best friend in a battered old comic, they don’t hesitate to go through with it. They’re shocked when it works, and not five hours later they’ve been tricked into a shoddy deal and had a good bit of flesh stolen from them. Years later and they are a dragon blooded thief, formerly on the run and traveling the world learning their new life and running away from their old one.

They are a rare breed of dragon, a deadly, large, and furry noodle rare breed of a dragon.

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Re’Jean Marie Lalonde (they/them, fae/faer)

Supernaturally gifted bookstore Clerk who just wants one day without an adventure happening: @unwillingsuccess

A mutant driven from their home when they’re young, Re’Jean is stuck in a town in Louisiana that horror writers would consider paradise…. A strange, supernatural town with more secrets than an ancient temple and reasonable housing costs. Patiently waiting for their mother, working a register in a bookshop in the meantime. They are often drawn into mysteries and adventures far beyond their understanding or willingness. 

Every day is filled with puzzles and their house is like an escape room.

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Vincent Scarlett (he/him, they/them)

Red Riding Hood based merc Witch OC: @ofcloakandmagic

Based on the tale of Red Riding Hood. Except the wolf is a vicious kelpie, the woodsman a powerful witch, there is no grandmother, and Red (Vicnent) does not survive. After being brought back from death by the witch and essentially given a new body, Vicnent has no place to go when his family treats his new life as blasphemy rather than a blessing. And so, by more or less stalking her, he becomes his saviour’s apprentice. Now he works as a witch for hire, growing in power so he never needs anyone but himself again.

He is normally unflappable, but animals are a weak-spot for him. Except horses.

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Aoto J. Yang (they/them, xir/xem)

Cursed unholy Mermaid-Siren being: @depths-call-to-me

Aoto is an abomination and a monster among monsters, though they weren’t always. Something of a fusion between the unknown, a shark mermaid, and a siren. The ocean that they once feared they call home, and truthfully all they want is peace. They’ve met no-one else like them, but learning the magical world has been a harrowing sort of miracle. Aoto is extraordinarily powerful, created around the OPM rp hype to be able to go toe to toe with Saitama, with magical power to match the physical.

They have a stutter, unable to talk without one because of the highly mesmerising quality of their voice even when not singing, and as powerful as they are- hornets freak them out.

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Antu Naomi Saturday (he/him, they/them)

A banished servant of an Ancient Goddess’s cult: @inkwarpedbythepast

Created to be a servant to a temple of fanatics convinced that womanhood is everything, Antu was forced out into the cruel world without any idea of life beyond the temple walls. At first, he was in the company of several other “male” servants but ended up on his own. In the main verse, he’s given himself a name and excels in taking care of children at an orphanage while he learns and heals.

He did not know his HellHound form was in any way odd until several instances of people trying to kill him for appearance when transformed alone.

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Senguin Cassius Moon (he/him, they/them)

An idol turned vampire searching for his Sire: @bloody-little-lullaby

Made to be an idol, from childhood Seguin was forced from a miserable life of fame into a life of incomplete undeath that he never wanted after an accident made him ‘ugly’ and therefore useless to his mother. For a long number of years due to his cruel sire, he is on his own and can’t find acceptance anywhere. His attempt to  reunite with his family ended in disaster. Mainly. It is his mission to find his sire and forced answers and the blood that will make him complete out of her or die for good, he grows in power, but hasn’t yet been successful in either part of his mission.

His animal form is an enormous Harpy Eagle and he can’t turn to mist yet.

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Inez Walker (she/her, fae/faer)

A Witchling with dark past runs a little shop: @chains-changed-your-soul

Loosely based  on Ghibli’s Kiki. 

By an old tradition that many have long since dropped, at the age of 13 a witch is expected to leave home and make her own way in the world. Inez was raised in a village drowning in outdated traditions, and before her journey into becoming a true Witch could be achieved she and many others were captured by witch hunters and forced to live in a hellish prison. She survives, and gains powers that haven’t been seen in a witch in her line in centuries, and at 16 she’s moved far away from home and has her very own shop set up. She sells potions, enchanted trinkets and enchanted sweets of her own make, and makes deliveries by broomstick as well. She is slowly healing, and growing in power day by day, getting caught up in adventures and meeting fascinating people who come to peruse her wares.

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Bunny Von Unbros (they/them)

Jaded Fortune-Teller who simply Wants Peace: @jadedbunnymagick

Bunny, in their opinion, lives surrounded by idiots who make it difficult for them to do the simplest things. Like survive an invasion of vampire overlords that have charmed said idiots. Travelling far and wide to find ways to stay safe and keep their little plot of land out of the hands of the Overlords, Bunny could move away…but that’s not in the cards. 

Maybe a bit of the idiocy has rubbed off on them.

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Cress Aikkyn (he/him, they/them)

A Monster escaped from a Dark God, now he’s a stripper: @made-defective

Made to serve, Cress is a defective product meant to be perfectly beautiful and useful in any way possible. Unfortunately the trend for perfectly beautiful at the time he was made was to be like Snow White and he’s very much the opposite. Sold off to a cult he led a hellish life, and eventually came to be in the outside world, living a life that wasn’t much better. Now he treats himself like royalty as he heals from his past and dances in a club full of inhumans like himself. 

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Zaviana Page (they/them, xir/xim)

A Child of the Stars bound to a Soul Harvesting Sorceress: @thefaceshopclerk​

Helios (it/its, xir/ xim)

Life is never easy for the product of a deal with a witch and a religious fanatic. Meant to be a connection to a God of Fertility and a payment to the Witch, along with their many siblings, Zaviana has never known a day’s peace. Working for a master crafter that deals in Souls, they work off a debt that isn’t theirs while the stars guide them. And talk to them about the best ways to make hot chocolate.

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A Beast of Unmatched Power that loves Strawberry Milk: @carvedbonesandsoftfur​

Minty King (she/her, they/them)

All powerful and everywhere at once, this being is bored. It tries to alleviate this bored in countless ways. Living endless possibilities all at the same time. Recently in a few thousand realities, it’s become something of a protector of children, and addicted to strawberry milk. Taking a corporeal form and interacting with humans. 

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Local sad Monster girl just Wants to be Happy: @despair-like-holy-water

Abandoned, adopted, and mistreated, Minty just barely gets by on her own. A strange monster amongst monsters in a society where anything inhuman is looked down on. She searches for her roots while she struggles to survive alone. Convinced that she wants to be alone, that she needs to be.

Aerigas Finn (they/them)

No matter how obvious of a lie that is.

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A soul cursed with Immortality after the Apocalypse: @gaias-fangs-and-branches​

Deathless and wandering, Aerigas lives on out of habit. Hunting, trading, and learning on their own in a strange and unforgiving world, they search for answers to questions of what they are. What the world was like before. What became of it. Why it Ended and changed. 

Doll (she/her)

When there is an inevitability and they die, they do try and talk to Death, but it doesn’t want to talk. 

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A Wandering Doll carrying pieces of her Lost Sisters: @eyeslikestainedglass​

Lumos (he/him)

Made to heal the broken heart of a Toy Maker, Doll and her sisters lived a sheltered but happy life. Until their maker went mad, and one by one he destroyed them. Doll, being the last, killed him and out of anguish took what remained of her sisters and burned everything to ashes. Now she searches for some place to belong, and happiness.

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A Twisted Soul wandering the world: @bloodspatteredleaves​

Gry (they/them, it/its)

  A successful tool of revenge, Lumos was discarded and refused rest. Now he wanders the world, hiding pain with sarcasm and cruelty. On the surface it seems as if he’s just looking for pleasures, when he’s really just looking to Feel.

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A Wish granting abomination with a French accent: @gazelikeaflame​

Seda (they/them, fae/faer)

Gry should never have been, but it is, and now the world has to deal with it. It wanders, fulfilling Gluttonous desires and learning of the Earth it’s currently stuck on. Caring for little else than food and what it considers cute.

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Tragic Faerie who could talk with God, but won’t: @eeriesongsandgossamerwings​

 Ploy Sin (she/her, it/its)

A crier to the Deities and Gods and Goddesses, who witnessesed time and again the negligence and cruelty of these beings. Seda spent what felt like an eternity imprisoned and once freed, fled all they knew to see and explore a whole new world and meet all new people.

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Spooky Alien Trying NOT to kill everyone they meet: @depthsamongstthevoidandstars​

 Xue Orion (he/him, they/them)

A demigod abomination who is ever so slightly feral, Ploy travels the vastness of the universe to meet beings and learn all she can from them. Collecting blades of all sorts as well. Home is where her 12 Goddess Aunts are and her ocean home, and sometimes, she will return here to share what she’s learned, and to strengthen the seals placed on her to contain her chaotic and madness inducing powers.

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Simply a former Shadow: @pristinebellsofglassandshadow​

 Waceera (any)

Formerly a being that assisted Judgement, Xue lives amongst the very beings it once observed. Monstrous and usually feared, it simply wants to belong somewhere again. The simple wish proves to be difficult when cursed to be hated by all.

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Spider Spider: @cursednightmarishsilkenthreads​

 Sunshine Dance (she/her, xir/xim)

The Earth is a terrible place and too many others knew it, so many came to try and Fix it. Waceera is a product of those who took a more aggressive method to spreading their brand of peace. Now unhinged, and with the venom of a Goddess serving as his blood. Waceera wanders a changed world, being what many would consider a monster, wanting the simple pleasures of life.

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Psychic, Possessed and Psychotic: @darkspiderylines​

 Pirouette Crowley (they/them)

Possessed from a young age, Sunshine has always been in the grey area in a world that loved it’s black and white view. She travels aimlessly on her own now, withdrawn from the world and trying to forget her past.

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It Came From Paint and Heart: @voiceoftheink​

Pirouette wants nothing more than freedom and happiness, and is willing to work hard to obtain it. Trying to move past a tragic past that forever scarred them and tainted relationships with those they once loved, they struggle to form connections and heal with no real knowledge as to how to go about healing properly. 

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STRINGS (various, multi-muse)

We are all connected: @fate-is-woven-and-cut​

STRINGS is a widespread mercenary organization with 12 sectors (A-L) with a large number of members ranging from magically gifted humans to Ancient beings wanting to re-integrate with society, that takes on missions from many different people around the world. From lost cats to overthrowing extremist leaders, STRINGS is well known for getting the job done.

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Tangled Ui (they/them, he/him)

To Feel Through What You’ve Made: @creatinglife-rejectedbydeath​

Tangled came from a hellish nothing and clawed their way to stability and relative comfort. Yet they were not destined for the true happiness that they sought. Making the most advanced tech they’re able, Tangled tries to feel happiness through loving their creations and annoying Death herself.

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BLUE (they/them, fae/faer)

A cursed child with a grumpy spirit in a stuffed animal for family: @sang-malchanceux

Unfortunately born to a cruel and selfish woman, Blue was burdened with their Mother’s (well deserved) curse and abandoned. For years they lived in a facility that specialised in curses. Or so they claimed, the curse could have been removed before   it fully bonded with the child but Blue proved more valuable as a research project and a scare story, and if the people could heal the child like their holy book said, then who was to say their Deity wasn’t best?  Blue eventually escapes and now travels the world, catching up on what they’ve missed and avoiding agents from the ‘Church’.

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XXXXXXX (various, multi-muse)

@glory-hasnoplacehere

A multi-muse for a plethora of Muses made from a dark purpose  who are finding their way and happiness in the world. All OCs with their own unique worlds and lore.

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FOUR (various, multi-muse)

@smolderingpaperflowers

Four people, Fates intertwined, journeying through life. A vampire, A werewolf, and magically gifted twins (one secretly evil). One of my two blogs where my Muses share a universe! 

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#a solar original #oc #My OC RP Blogs #my ocs #rp #rp blogs #my rp blogs #links #long post #Me and Mine #A Sol Original #words #text #readin material

[supremeuppityone]

Author’s note: This was created for the Klaroline Fall Bingo Event @klarolinefallbingo.

Prompt: Thanksgiving

                                    _________________________

           “Seriously, who gets married on Thanksgiving?!”

           Klaus wryly replied, “That’s your objection, love?” Nodding toward the front of the room, he said, “Not Elvis officiating the wedding or Cher playing the wedding march?”

           “Nope. It’s exactly how I want my wedding to go — celebrity impersonators are a must-have. Besides, accordion music is the language of love,” she retorted, trying to smooth out the wrinkles of her travel-worn knit dress. Had she known Bonnie and Enzo would decide at the last minute to get married, she wouldn’t have stuffed her only dress in a corner of her luggage.               

          Thanksgiving in Las Vegas had been a spontaneous suggestion of Bonnie’s, something so completely out of character that Caroline was irritated she hadn’t been suspicious right away. But her sister had bribed her with reservations at the exclusive Arcadius Lounge, which promised a gourmet feast of all things pumpkin and cranberry, so she stopped asking her usual pesky questions.

           Klaus eyed her appreciatively, his voice low as he rumbled, “I always knew you were a secret romantic, sweetheart. Even when our debate about unionizing cannabis workers grew so loud we were kicked out of the library, I could tell you were the sentimental type.”

           She bit back a laugh as Bonnie and Enzo pulled a few robot dance moves as they walked together down the aisle. She studiously ignored Klaus, pushing down those inconvenient feelings she’d developed from when they were in college. Their little group of friends was incestuous enough between Bonnie and Enzo, Rebekah and Stefan, and Kol and...everyone else.

           Sure. Keep telling yourself you aren’t interested. How much did you bribe the manager to ensure your room was right next door?

           “Wise men say ‘Only fools rush in.’” As the Elvis guy continued, Caroline realized he’d adapted the introduction to the wedding vows into Elvis’ song, “Can’t Help Falling in Love.” She and Klaus looked on in amusement/horror as he perfectly timed his arthritic pelvic thrusts to the “like a river flows to the sea” chorus. Classy.

           Still, she grew misty-eyed when she saw how unbelievably happy Bonnie was as she and Enzo joined the Elvis guy in performing a few of his signature karate moves. “You and Bonnie are sisters,” Klaus leaned in, his breath on her cheek making her skin tingle pleasantly. “Is your family planning a reception when you fly home?”

           Hopefully their family had no idea where they were. “Oh, um...it’s complicated. I’m sure you noticed when we were in school that Bonnie and I never went home for the holidays and made ourselves scarce for the annual Parents’ Day activities. It’s because we had to cut our family out of our lives. They’re...um, a destructive force and we just couldn’t handle them anymore.” They were the only ones to escape the Gemini Coven.

           And now Bonnie was bringing Enzo into this mess. At least he hadn’t fainted when they made his tattoo dance across his arm. Plus, they were kind enough to put a glamour spell on it so it was the correct Chinese symbol for courage. (No one should be walking around with a tattoo that said lusty noodle.)

           If only their magic was always so predictable — when they’d first arrived on campus, Caroline’s hair turned a different shade of purple for nearly two weeks after she cast their protection spells. Every time she’d run into Klaus with his flirty winks and knowing smirks, the color would change, forcing her to come up with lies that sounded more and more ridiculous. Not to mention Bonnie’s stupid insistence that her magic could be affected by strong emotions...

           Klaus politely waited until drag queen Cher finished her impressive rendition of “If I Could Turn Back Time” (odd choice for a wedding, but somehow, with the Elvis guys singing backup, it worked.) “I certainly can sympathize with you. My siblings and I had a similar situation with our parents. It took some time, but we finally made a clean break. Self-care is important.”

           “Self-care, yes. Definitely,” Caroline muttered.

           He seemed to be searching for something in her expression, and whatever he found there caused his brow to furrow. “Caroline,” he began in that accent that always made her ache, “are you —”

           Whatever Klaus started to say was cut off when Kol suddenly stumbled into the chair beside them, sloshing his drink over the rim. “Abraham Lincoln’s a cheap bastard,” he whined, “he used Whiny Camel Vodka in my martini. Haven’t had to drink that swill since uni.” Tossing a flirty smile over his shoulder at the impersonator behind the bar, he added, “at least he’s a tasty little stovetop treat.”

           “Stovepipe,” Caroline corrected in amusement.

           Klaus’ troublemaking brother waved her off, loudly whispering, “No, little bird, he insisted he was a top!”

           They both frantically shushed him, not wanting to miss the next wardrobe change for drag queen Cher. It was shaping up to be spectacular with her frothy “Turn Back Time” 80s wig almost touching the paper wedding bells hanging overhead. She suddenly was aware of how close they were sitting; the warmth of Klaus seeping into her skin was making her hot and cold and did he always have to smell like delicious fall spices and seriously how much longer was this wedding anyway?

           “You guys ditched me last night,” Kol said petulantly, leaning over until he was practically in Caroline’s lap.

           “You got drunk and tried to fight a horse.”

           Huffing indignantly, Kol replied, “You didn’t hear what the bloody horse said.” He slowly blinked, glancing between the two of them as though he just remembered something. With an impish grin, he revealed, “You know, Nik bribed the clerk at our hotel so his room was next to yours. Seemed like a bloody waste to get two rooms to begin with. Although I applaud that you two are shagging at a frequency that requires two beds. Bravo!”

           Where the evening could’ve gone next was anyone’s guess, but the adorable flush staining Klaus’ cheeks made Caroline feel undeniably giddy about the outcome...

           And that was when the altar erupted in purple flames. To Enzo’s credit, he didn’t seem especially freaked out when a strange man sporting black, soulless eyes flicked his wrist and caused Elvis guy to fly across the room. Drag queen Cher pulled off one of her enormous platform stilettos, brandishing it like a rhinestone-bedecked baseball bat, and Caroline made a mental note to send her an enchanted wardrobe if they managed to survive this mess.

           When the intruder tried to grab Bonnie, Enzo sucker-punched him, which made Caroline snort in amusement despite the terror she felt. Their sadistic coven leader had had that coming for years.  

           “Your days of running from our coven are at an end,” he swore, that malicious spark in his furious gaze filled Caroline with dread.

           “Kai! We put you in one prison world; don’t think we can’t shove you in another one,” Bonnie growled, channeling her power to send Enzo and the wedding chapel staff to their safe house in a wisp of smoke.

           Caroline looked over her shoulder at Klaus, who seemed torn between confusion and terror. Like most of her dates. Just before she magicked him and Kol away to the safe house, she winked and said, “I told you it was complicated.”

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[symbio-ratio]

No I am not the Ray-Bans folks

I just want to warn folks because I see there are notes on the post. If you got tagged in this:

Don't touch the post. Don't like it. Don't reblog it. Don't even comment on it. It's a virus thing that'll make your account post this post to further spread it.

There are other posts talking about this virus and I'll link it after this goes live because I gotta find it, but since these were the people tagged, I'm tagging y'all with this. Hi, hello, please forgive me for this.

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Tumblr says I can only tag 50 people but I don't know if the rest of the names actually got tagged so I left them there. I had to hand type all those I could tag because copy and pasting didn't work (and then some of those folks wouldn't even tag) so bear with me. I just don't want to see this spread because folks don't understand. I don't know if those 7-8 notes on both of the Ray-Bans posts are bots or actual people but better safe than sorry.

#This was not what I expected to wake up to today but its Nov.3 so why not. #I know I know none of you but I do know Galuby and I hate to see their blog like this #I don't want to see this spread further so please leave that post alone

[bonesthebeloved]

The absence of a necessity

This story is based on THIS POST by @quietrainfan

Summary: When Thomas stops lying altogether, Deceit and the other dark sides are quick to notice the effects. But it’s only made clear what kind of effect it truly has when it’s already too late...

Characters: Deceit, Remus, Apathy, Depression, Wrath, Roman, Patton (only mentioned), Logan, Virgil (only mentioned), Thomas

Word count: 7112 words

Trigger warning (Spoilers): Crying, screaming, Depressive behaviour, insanity, aggression, swearing, character ‘death’, food mention. (If I missed any warnings please let me know and I will add them)

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The decision on the matter had been made without Deceit present and so he hadn’t been made aware of it until Remus stopped by his room two days later to catch up and get away from the others a bit.

They had sat and drunk tea. Deceit waving his hand to summon them some sweets as he found that he came up emptyhanded. He tried again. Nothing. And again. Nothing.

Once he started waving his hand around for the fifth time his friend caught on and caught his wrist. Stopping him from trying again. “Maybe you’re just tired, Dee. Don’t worry I’ll do it.”

A single snap and the table was piled with baked goods and sweets. And as Remus quickly grabbed hold of a creme-filled doughnut, Deceit stared at his hands. Wondering what was going on.

-

That same evening Remus came to his door for the second time that day. Unusual in and on itself. But the fact that he had Wrath with him really took the cake.

“What do I own the pleasure to?” Deceit said. curiosity peaking as he saw Wrath huff in anger. Fists bawling. Something was wrong. They had worked on his temper and it had been weeks since he had become properly mad. He looked like he was fuming.

So Deceit asked again. Wrath wouldn’t dare lie. Knowing full well Deceit would be able to sense it if he did.

So he told he truth; “Thomas and Patton made a deal for Thomas to not lie anymore.”

Ah. That explains his powers stuttering earlier that day.

“Hmm. Not surprising,” he started. Voice calm and even. Watching how the calming tone had an immediate effect on the other. “Seeing as Patton seems to believe that Thomas is automatically a bad person if Thomas isn’t perfect in every way shape or form. It’s impressive that he’s managed to keep that promise for long enough for me to see the effects but I doubt this little deal will last. He’s only human after all.”

Wrath looked at him doubtfully. While Remus simply looks worried. “What if he does keep the promise though Dee? What happens to a side when their functions don’t exist anymore?”

Deceit waved his worries away hurriedly. Explaining that nothing would happen to him. He was a base function in every human. Though the little seed of worry that Remus’ remark had planted sprouted and steadily grew into a little plant in the hours he spends alone in his room after that interaction. Failing to get to sleep.

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Deceit spends a lot of his time helping and accompanying the other ‘dark sides’ (He despised the term Roman had come up with but they had decided to make it their own.)  Whether it is sitting next to them while they rambled. Reading and lazily running his fingers through their hair as they lay in his lap or making them dinner; Deceit was always there for them. Even Depression had warmed up to him after a while. Hanging around Apathy a lot. Finding his dismissive attitude comforting. They often sat in the living room, talking about nothing in particular or the most pressing questions one could have into the early morning.

Yes, Deceit was always there for them. Up until the day he wasn’t.

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Depression had meant to go and knock on Deceit’s door. Informing him that they had made cookies and offering him to come and have some.

The snake had been awfully patient with him lately. Wintertime was always harder for the depressive side to deal with. The downward spiral a lot of people went through was twice as hard for the aspect representing said downwards spiral. He’d hidden away in his room for half a day when Deceit had come knocking.

He’d prodded him out of the bed with a mixture of gentle encouragement and mockery, making him just spiteful enough to get up to show Deceit that ‘yes I can stand up what about it?’

They’d sat on the floor and eaten the noodles the lying trait had summoned. Not talking. Simply sitting in each others company. It had helped, though depression had still not quite figured out how. Once he started to loosen up a bit Deceit had gotten up. Asking him very casually to come with him to the imagination to help out with a task that he totally needed help with.

At the end of the day, Depression had laughed so hard his stomach had started hurting and they had eaten strawberries in the flowerbeds. The sad feeling wasn’t completely gone of course. It never really was. But Deceit had made it bearable. And that’s more than he could ask for.

So here Depression was. Walking down the hall and stopping in front of Deceit’s door. That is, he would have.

If the door had been there.

He stared at the blank wall. And then looked further down the hall. Up until he had reached the end of it.

Deceit’s door had disappeared.

-

It had been one week after Thomas had made the deal with Patton when Deceit found he couldn’t leave his room anymore due to the very simple fact of there no longer being a door.

His powers had become too weak for him to be able to sink down, he had been using the doors and hallways of the mindscape as an alternative for a good three days now.

And now he couldn’t leave.

He ran to his desk and picked up his phone. Texting Wrath to ask him to come to get him from his room. Trying to stop his hands from shaking as he stared down at the clawed fingers. The small trail of scales peeking out from under the sweater he was wearing as he waited for Remus to text him back.

The phone vibrated as a video call came in. Deceit accepting it quickly. Almost crying out in relief as he saw the faces of Remus and Wrath. Pressed together to both fit into the screen.

“Hey Double D’s! So uh. Did you relocate your room again cuz I can’t fucking find it, man? Depression almost had a breakdown over it when he came to bring you cookies just now.”

Ah. So the door to get in was gone too.

“I - Well I actually magicked my room away into the imagination!” He lied through his teeth. Flashing his sweetest and fakest of grins. Normally, his good friend wouldn’t have bought into the lie so easily. But the camera was pixelated and his voice came through with a weird echo. A perfect combination for when one wanted to start lying.

After all. His family shouldn’t worry just because of something so small. It would all sort itself out soon, he was sure of it.

“I thought I’d take a little vacation! I asked you to look for my room to see if the door was gone on your side as well but I can see that it is so no worries! “ “Okay... Is it... can we call you every now and again while you’re there? For Uhm...Just to see how you’re doing. You know how fidgety dee gets when you’re gone for too long. Even Apathy gets antsy ya know.”

Deceit’s smile softened when he heard said side shout a ‘No I don’t motherfucker!’ Ah, what a bunch of idiots. He’d die for them in an instance.

“That’s alright Remus. Tell Depression I’m doing alright okay? Oh and that I said hi. See you soon!”

And the call ended. Deceit sat back down on his bed slowly. Looking down at his hands and concentrating. Imagining the simple object he wanted to summon. A pen. A simple pen was all he wanted.

Nothing.

Maybe this whole not lying thing was more serious than he had first thought.

-

‘Calling every now and then’ turned out to mean at least two times a day.

Remus wasn’t able to shake the feeling that something was wrong. And, as it calmed down both Wrath and Depression, he didn’t mind.

Deceit wasn’t complaining either. He loved seeing the four of them all piled on the couch or floor or wherever they were to talk to him. Asking how he was. When he was coming back. If he had gone ice-skating in the colder part of the imagination yet. Something was wrong. But Remus knew Deceit would rather be shot in the foot than admit that particular fact. Though he saw through him.

The lying trait enjoyed their talks. Always sat on his bed or at the kitchen table in his room when they called. The familiarity of it working as a comfort to all of them.

In the second week of his ‘vacation’, they only saw him in bed. Not even walking around or getting up to get water or go to the bathroom even if they called for hours.

Even Apathy had gotten worried now. Very subtly asking him when he was returning as depression sat a bit further back. shifting nervously as they listened to Deceit’s story about what happened in the woods that day.

He’d told the same story three days in a row now. They knew he was lying. Wrath clenched his jaw every time Deceit answered their call and looked more tired and beat down than on their last one.

Whatever was happening to him was getting worse and he was too stubborn to admit it.

But surely. If Deceit wasn’t telling them it couldn’t be that bad. Could it?

-

It was, in fact, that bad.

He decided to tell them the truth about what was going on when they hit one month of him not being able to leave his room.

The connection had started to become worse and worse with each call and he feared he might not be able to call them very soon, so he wanted to do this now.

“Hey, dee!” “Hey bro.” “Hi.” “Hello.” came the greetings from the others.

Deceit smiled. Gathering what little energy he had to will himself to speak. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth as if he’d been heavily sedated.

“Hello, you four. I want’d t’tell you sometin. ‘m not on vacation.” He hated how his speech was slurred. He really was losing all his energy. God this sucked.

“Okay... Came Apathy’s response. He sounded unsure. They had known something was up. That Deceit was certain of. The barely-there and yet worryingly present scared undertone in that single word made a shiver run down Deceit’s spine. They weren’t supposed to be scared. Not for his wellbeing, not for anyone. He wanted them to be happy and smile and laugh whenever they could.

“Where are you then? I’m assuming you’re not in the imagination either then?”

Deceit nodded; Pulling a face at how it made his head spin. “v’been in my room. No doors so m not getting out. Thom’s isn’t lying n’ more so ‘mnot needed.” He slurred. Hands moving around. A pathetic copy of his usually exaggerated movements.

He was losing energy fast. This talk wouldn’t last very long.

“I’m... I’m sure Thomas will lie again soon. It’s hard for humans to not lie at all right? Y- you’ll be back in no- time right? right dee?” But Deceit had run out of energy. Head lolling to the side. His bowler hat tumbling off and revealing slightly greasy, uncombed hair.

“’s gonna be fine. Your'll gon’ be fine... I love you all...”

He pressed the button to end the call. Cutting of the four sides that were about to respond and letting his phone fall out of his hand.

It fell to the floor. The screen cracking with a loud noise.

Deceit hadn’t heard it anymore. Having fallen unconscious mere moments after feeling it slip out of his grasp.

-

The aftermath of the phonecall was messy.

Wrath, who had been holding the phone had stared at it for several long seconds before letting out a frustrated scream and throwing it against the wall where it smacked against it and slid down with a thud.

The noise had startled Depression out of his staring contest with the empty space in front of him. Looking at the smashed phone with dull eyes before walking out. As soon as he closed the door behind him they could hear the soft sniffs turning into full-on sobs as he ran to his room.

Apathy had slowly sat down on the couch again. Holding the book he had been reading - a copy of moby dick. The scribbled note on the first page showcasing that it had been a gift from Deceit- close to his chest as he stared into nothingness.

Remus was laughing. He wasn’t sure why. There was nothing that could be considered funny in this case. Nothing that could be even mildly amusing. And still, he was laughing. A few moments after he’d willed himself to stop he realised why. As tears started falling as soon as his body had stopped pushing out laughter.

“He isn’t gone.” He mumbled. Wrath flinching at the voice and growled at him before going to the kitchen, shoving a plate, that was sitting on the counter innocently, of it to watch it smash to bits on the floor.

“He’s fine he’s not gone. He’ll come back he's fine he’s not gone he’s not gone he’snotgonenotgonenotgonenot-”

The halls of their wing of the mind palace were quiet that night. The only noise disturbing the silence where the quiet wails coming from Depression’s room and the occasional shout from Remus’. The Duke startling awake due to another nightmare.

-

You only realise you love someone when they’re gone.

That statement was bullshit to Wrath. They had realised just fine when Deceit had still been there with them.

They’d tried to call him without getting a response for three days in a row now.

Apathy kept trying. Wrath knew that he was gone already. He could feel it. It pissed him off to no end.

Deceit had taught him to deal with the anger. How to release the tension in a non-violent way. How to fit in with their bunch of misfits and how to build himself a home in the mids of them, How to feel like a part of their little family.

But Deceit was dead so fuck that.

He’d smashed most of their mugs; the distant and more recent memories of Dee, sitting at their kitchen counter with one of the mugs in hand. Reading whatever it was that he’d been reading that time, was offending to him.

Deceit was gone. He didn’t need reminders of all of those good times because they were tainted now. Twisted into something horrible. Something sad.

When two months without his friend had passed Wrath had gone to Thomas. Waving away his surprise and disgust in favour of asking him, rather rudely, to lie.

“Just fucking lie. Say the sky is purple for all I care. You’re not taking my friend away from me” “And why would I listen to a dark side huh? You probably have some evil scheme involving me lying. So the answer is no. No, I won’t.”

Wrath could practically feel Patton his eyes burning into the back of his neck but he didn’t care. He took a deep breath. Trying to remember everything Deceit had taught him about calming his temper before he started again. Properly begging now.

“Thomas please. I need you to lie. I’ll make sure I won’t bother you after this. None of us will. We’ll stay inside the mind palace from now on just please lie for me just once. Even a little one is fine I just-” He faltered, angrily scoffing at the tears that had gathered in the corners of his eyes. “-I... We need him back. He’s our friend he- he keeps us in check Thomas please I-”

“NO! I won’t do it stop asking! Lying is bad!”

When Apathy walked into the kitchen later that day he would find every mug, every plate every glass cup smashed to pieces on the tiled floor. Wrath sitting on the counter, slowly rotating a cracked mug between his fingers.

“They were all tainted.” Wrath said quietly without looking up from the mug. “All of them stained with his memories.”

-

Apathy hadn’t spoken a single word since their last successful phonecall with their friend. Simply sitting on the couch in their living room at first. Moving to his own room shortly after Wrath had destroyed all their mugs and plates.

He was rather fond of reading. Had found it calming. For that reason and that reason alone, was the only place in his room that he cared for and actually kept clean the bookshelf

It took up the entire right wall of his room. Filled to the brink with books, spanning from adventure to poetry. From horror to biographies he had them all. Logan would turn green with envy if he were to see the impressive collection.

In the following weeks though, more than half of the bookshelf began collecting dust. Books falling off the shelf when he accidentally bumped against it were left laying on top of the mountains of unfolded clothing and empty water bottles which their owner cared too little to clean up.

Only about a third of the books were kept neat and dustfree. Divided into their own little section in the bookcase sat all the books Deceit had given him. Books on fantasy and the art of deception. On philosophers and rangers running through the woods to save the day.

Apathy re-read all of them in the weeks to follow that final phone call. Only getting up from where had sat down to get the occasional bit of food. Not speaking. Not looking at the others when they tried to get his attention. Simply reading the words. Fingers shakily running over the little notes Deceit had left on the first page of every book.

All of them were unique in their own right. Sometimes it told him that it would be alright. The note reminding him of Deceit handing him the book when he was feeling down in an attempt to cheer him up.

Sometimes they said happy birthday or merry Christmas.

Sometimes there was a pun based on the content scribbled there which he would only understand once he had read it.

Sometimes it was a quick ‘I’m here for you.’

The problem with that last one was though, that he wasn’t.

Deceit wasn’t here for him. Wasn’t here at all and Apathy didn’t want to care. He shouldn’t really. It was in the job description after all. But he did. And it hurt. And when he was done with the last book he started over again. And he hadn’t talked in nearly four months now. And the hurt hadn’t stopped. And in most of the books, the first page was stained with silent tears. Sometimes smudging the words that were written there.

When the four-month mark rolled around and he opened one of the books to see that he wasn’t able to see the little smiley-face Deceit had scribbled under the note due to the teardrops that had fallen on it, Apathy snapped the book shut and sunk down.

Thomas let out a scream when the dark side popped up. Book still held pressed against his chest and hair uncombed and greasy.

“T-homas” His voice sounded like he’d swallowed an entire bag of sand. Croaky and dry and his throat burned with each syllable he pushed out.

But he kept going. This was the only thing he truly cared for and damn him if he gave up now.

“Lie.” “Who are you?!” “Apathy, nice to meet you. Now tell a lie.” “Tell a- you’re here because of that as well? Well, I told the other one-” “Wrath.” “-Yes. I told Wrath that I won’t already. Lying is wrong. I’m not a bad person therefore I will not lie.”

Apathy pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation. Jesus Christ Patton had really burned it into their host’s brain huh?

“Just say you like carrots or some shit like that I don't care. It won’t make you a bad person but taking away our friend would. Now do us all a favour and just tell a fucking lie!”

His volume had risen as he ended his rant. He was nearly shouting now and it had an effect. Thomas took a step back. Eyes widened and hands slightly rising up in a weak effort to protect himself.

Now Apathy wouldn’t hurt him. That would just be plain stupid. Thomas was their creator after all and they all wanted what was best for him. But Thomas didn’t know that. And neither did Roman when he popped in, sword drawn, to ensure the safety of their host.

Apathy scoffed at him and rolled his eyes as the prince stepped in front of Thomas. Actively shielding him from the ‘dark side’.

“Get out of here you foul fiend of I will attack.” “Come on then. I’m not leaving until I get my friend back.”

He returned to his room completely unharmed. Though cradling a torn-up book as tears streamed down his face. The cover was torn off, some pages completely missing and, worst of all, the note on the first page was ripped in half and crumpled up until the point of attempting to read it becoming impossible.

Apathy didn’t leave his room at all after that. The other’s not hearing a peep and just having to assume that he was still alive in there. Reading those books over and over again. Fingers brushing over the notes that slowly became unreadable. Too worn and too stained to be deciphered.

-

Depression, much like Apathy, had barely left his room since their final phone call had ended. The only times when he did leave the little safe haven he had made for himself happened when Remus was able to coax him out of it to come and eat dinner with him.

Remus had been halfheartedly trying to take over the caring role in their little group of misfits. Though the attempts had lessened more and more until, after they hit month 5, they had completely seized to exist. Leaving depression to his own devices. Stowed away in his room.

The others had grown used to the sobs that echoed through the hallways nearly every night as he cried and cried until he ran out of tears or passed out from exhaustion. Clinging onto the capelet Deceit had once given him under the pretends of it being old and him needing to get a new one anyway.

It had quickly become a comfort blanket for him and he’d suspected that this had been what Deceit had intended though he hadn’t brought it up. Simply happy that his friend had given it to him.

Because that’s what they were. Friends. It had taken Depression a long time to come to terms with believing them to actually be friends. But Deceit had helped. He’d stayed with him when he couldn’t get out of bed because the world was too much and he felt too small. And he’d sat with him on the kitchen counter at 3 in the morning when Depression had told him that he couldn’t feel. And he’d made him breakfast at 2 in the afternoon because everything felt fake and he couldn’t seem to get himself back into his body.

And he’d realised that he had friends (four of them, to be exact) when Virgil had left them and they had all sat on the couch and cried. And he’d realised he had a family when Deceit had come into his room holding a collar with the Scooby-Doo logo on it and Virgil’s old jacket because he knew that it was hard to move on and that familiarity, though it hurt, would help. And Deceit had told him that, even though it was his job description, that he would not lie to him when Depression had asked if it really was the original jacket or if Deceit was simply saying that to make it have meaning.

And he realised that now that was all gone.

Because Deceit was gone and their family was falling apart with him.

And all he could do was cry, holding the caplet close as he stared at his ceiling at 3 am. Wondering why Deceit wasn’t there to invite him to come to sit on the kitchen counter. Knuckles turning white around the smooth fabric of the caplet as he held it even tighter.

The ripping of one of the seams in the said fabric when they neared the 6-month mark was what had made him leave his room. Tear tracks carved into his cheeks. Nose running and red. Eyes puffy and caplet wrapped around his shoulders like a trauma blanket as he rose up.

Thomas had the decency to look concerned when he saw the state this unknown side was in. Though the outstretched hand fell to his side again when he spotted the caplet and realised why this new part of him was even here.

“Give him back to us.” “I’m not going to start lying again. I’m sorry but I can’t. I’m not a ba-” “Give. Him. Back.”

This time, though Thomas looked taken aback, Roman didn’t pop up to save the day. Instead, the man seemed to steel himself. Straightening his back and looking directly at the side in front of him. Trying to make eye contact. Something Depression was trying to avoid doing at all costs.

“I want my family back Thomas. Just one lie. We will stop bothering you after this just-” “One of the others said the same. I’m sorry but I can’t do that. Maybe you should just try to move on.”

And that hurt. Depression stared at him, looking into his eyes for the first time and Thomas found he suddenly knew exactly how much it hurt.

It only lasted a couple of seconds before the side sunk down again. Leaving Thomas with tears in his eyes and a baffled expression painted onto his face.

Depression passed Remus in the hallway on his way back to his room. Looking at his friend with dull grey eyes. Expression empty. Feeling like his body didn’t quite belong to him.

“He said we should move on,” he repeated the words of their host dully as he walked passed Remus. Entering his room and staring at his bed from the entryway. He wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight.

The door fell shut behind him with a loud click.

-

Remus stood in the hallway on the spot Depression had left him. Half-empty cookie-jar in hand. Hand partly inside of it.

Slowly. After having stared at the now-closed door for several long seconds, he began moving towards the living room again. humming softly to himself as he put one of the cookies in his mouth. Scratching at the back of his neck as he looked around the mess of a living room.

Remus was...not doing too well. After he and Roman had split it had become harder and harder for him to keep the insanity from creeping into his mind. Clouding his judgment.

He didn’t mean to be destructive. He wanted to be kind and caring for his friends. Wanted to have fun and make breakfast. But acting normal became abnormal on some days. And being violent and cruel no longer seemed like a bad idea when he was in that state.

Deceit had helped him control it. They had found a way for him to express himself without the insanity taking hold of his actions. He’d learned to reach out sooner rather than when he was just on the brink. Had learned that being vulnerable isn’t bad when with the right people. Learned that his family will always try and get him off that brink.

They had become close friends quickly after Deceit had agreed to Remus living with him in the other wing of the mind-palace. Late-night talks about philosophy and if it’s morally right to like rubber ducks if one were afraid of the real ones. Marathons of shows neither of them likes as much as they were making the other belief and movies that they both liked a whole lot but tried to be cool about.

Late-night sleepovers when Remus had that one nightmare about being torn in half and feeling the emptiness all around him. Late-night cuddles in the coldest of winter nights when ice formed on Deceit’s lips and his eyelashes had frost on them because Deceit was cold-blooded and none of them had the power to summon a heater or make fire appear back then so they made due.

Deceit was his brother (maybe even more so than Roman these days) and they kept each other in check. Bickering like children over the smallest things but able to sit and have a friendly conversation at the end of the day still. And Deceit wouldn’t be caught dead admitting to it but Remus knew that he saw them as best friends. Because Remus did too.

Because Remus was the only one allowed to see Deceit when he felt down. Allowed to know about his flaws and shortcomings. Remus was the one that helped Deceit overcome the lies he told himself. The one that got to comfort him when he cried because sometimes, being the strong one, the one everybody could count on, was too heavy of a weight to bear. Remus was the one who was with him when he had a breakdown because his scales were spreading and ‘what if they reach my face, Remus? What if I turn into a monster?’ Remus was the one comforting him when the first few appeared on his cheek. “It suits you dee. You’ll look badass with them there.”

Remus was the one who, now that his primary support system was gone, was slowly going insane.

His nightmares had started up again.

They’d been gone for nearly a year now and here they were. At first, it was simply the old once: The split. The others rejecting him. Blaming him. But then they changed.

And suddenly he saw Deceit fade away. Trying to run to him but never quite catching up. Every night it replayed a handful of times. Each time showing a different way as to how his friend would disappear.

They got worse as time went by and soon he had to watch as Deceit died in the most gruesome and horrific ways. Each time just too late to come to his aid. Each time left to cradle his now still body in his arms.

As sleep was now a feared experience he simply didn’t do it anymore. In turn, speeding up the process of his insanity creeping into his mind. Into his stare.

He hummed and sung all day long. This was only unusual due to the fact of the current situation not at all being a cheerful one. He walked around in his underwear most of the time. Simply sitting on the couch and eating whatever was closest. This included some fruits, part of a throw pillow and some pizza that he had forgotten to put in the refrigerator from two weeks ago.

He wasn’t happy. It was hard to feel even the smallest amount of joy these days and this irritated him further. No, he wasn’t happy. Wasn’t sure if he’d ever feel happy again. But he didn’t give up on his friends.

Not for the first four months at least.

After that, it became...more difficult to listen to them when all he could think of was what would happen if he were to actually stab them in the foot. Would the scream? Cry? Yell at him? The intrusive thoughts that usually were low humming background noise in the back of his mind had begun clouding his judgement. Now prominent and shouting and waving instead of the low-volume mumble they usually represented.  Always there. Never turned off or decreasing in volume.

He’d cut the eyes out of all of his posters because he felt like they were watching him. He stood in front of the mirror just staring at himself for over two hours. Contemplating whether or not he should cut a smile into his face so he could show everybody how well he was doing before coming to the conclusion that it would simply be a ripoff of Heath Ledger’s Joker and that wouldn’t stand.

He cut the ears off of all his stuffed animals so they wouldn’t hear him scream anymore. He shaved all his hair off and then magicked it back on three times in a row.

Remus was taken by his insanity for the first time in years, singing loudly at the top of his lungs as he threw the clothes stored away in his closet on his bed to burn them later. Wanting to see if any of the colourings would colour the flame too. And suddenly something fell on the floor with the rest of the stuff he’d pulled down with it.

A small grey octopus plushy. The insides of the tentacles and the spots on various places of its body a swampy green colour. It was obvious that the thing had been through a lot; Various stitches, the difference in technique and colour of the thread showing that they were all done on separate times. In separate years even. One of its eyes had fallen off some 5 years ago and they hadn’t bothered to replace it. Remus deciding that a big stitched cross was a cool replacement for the eye that was lost.

The plushy had been given to him by Deceit on his first birthday as an individual.

God they’d known each other for so long.

And slowly, Remus began to feel his strength returning. Mentally pushing away most of the insanity and willing away the crazy in his eyes before he sunk down. Not caring about the tears in his eyes. Not caring about the fact that he was only wearing boxers and a big sleep shirt. Not caring when he noticed he’d summoned his mace to lean on because he felt like he might double over with how much his heart was hurting.

Not caring that, as soon as he popped up and Thomas let out a scream, Logan popped up aswell. Fire in his eyes as he tried to force Remus back down with just his stare.

But not this time. He had popped up because he wanted his friend back and wasn’t leaving until Deceit was here and giving him one of his six-armed, bone-crushing hugs like he was supposed to do when Remus felt down.

“I want my friend back Thomathy.” “Remus. Sink down again you’re clearly in a state.” “Shut it walking Wikipedia, I know I’m batshit crazy right now but I don’t care. Give me-” He looked at Thomas again. Now leaning forward on the mace. “my friend back.”

“What is he even talking about Thomas?” “Well... Patton and I-” “They killed Deceit!” “We didn’t! I just... stopped lying.” “And with that, you killed my best friend. Now. You best start lying Sanders or we’ll find out just how much impact a side can have on you.” “Do not threaten Thomas or I will be forced to take action.” “But- buT HE KILLED HIM LOGAN. HE KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!” “And we’re going to bring him back Remus.” “No, we’re not.”

Both Remus and Logan whipped around. Both staring at Thomas in silence. Waiting for him to continue. Logan had one eyebrow raised. Remus was shaking with repressed tears. Repressed anger. Repressed grief. The tentacles that he usually kept hidden slowly extended from his back.

“I’m not going to start lying again, Logan. It’s not right.” “It is not wrong to lie. Nobody is always ho-” “But I want to be!” “You can’t. It’s not healthy and some would argue not morally right either. Must I remind you of the dilemma we went over where somebody asks for your friend whereabouts to-” “Shut up!”

Remus hadn’t meant to yell. But now that he had he felt as if it had been the right thing. He was standing up straight now. Mace firmly placed on the ground in front of him. Eight long, inky black tentacles extending from between his shoulder blades. Eyes glowing green.

He’d stood on the edge again. And this time he had fallen over it.

“Tell a lie, Thomas. Final warning.” “Remus I don’t think this-” “This isn’t about you Logan. I am not losing my best friend. Not again.” “Remus calm down. This isn’t solving anything.” “I don’t care anymore. I just waNT MY FRIEND BACK!”

He was screaming now. Voice thick with emotion and something else. Something foul and evil that pushed its way out from deep within him. He was crying too. Finally. The tears were endlessly falling. No sign of stopping any time soon after being forced down for such a long time.

“I’m not doing it. Lying is wrong!” “Thomas. It really is in your best interest if you-” “I’m not doing it! We don’t need him anyway!”

-

His eyes snapped open. Shooting up from where he was laying in his bed. He hadn’t remembered closing them.

-

“I don’t need him!”

-

He couldn’t remember laying down. Couldn’t remember going to sleep or waking up or where he had been for the last 8 months.

-

“He doesn’t help me!”

-

All he knew was that he could feel his body again and that he could move a bit.

-

“We’re better of without him!”

-

And that somebody was lying.

-

Remus his whole being seemed to vibrate with hurt, anger, loss. All of it barely contained beneath the surface. Only a single spark needed to set off the bomb.

And it was about to explode. The fuse had almost reached the gunpowder. The sparks seconds away from blowing him up and taking them all down with him.

And then somebody threw water over the fuse.

Because there stood Deceit. Skin pale and eyes hollow. Hat missing and caplet ruffled beyond repair. No gloves and sleeves rolled up showing off his scales. Leaning on the wall behind him.

But there stood Deceit.

And Remus wasn’t sure if he should laugh or cry when the tired eyes focused on him and the smallest and most broken of smiles twitched at the snakes' lips. And he had made his decision when he practically threw himself at his friend. A soft ‘oof’ escaping him when Remus made an impact with his body.

And Thomas looked on. Confusion was written all over his face as Logan simply smiled and nodded before silently sinking down.

“Why are you here?”

Deceit looked up at his host. Carefully peeling himself away from Remus. Letting the creative trait keep an arm wrapped around him for comfort and because he needed the support to stand upright.

“Why wasn’t I? Is the question that is most pressing here I think.” “Because... Because lying is wrong. You are wrong.”

Deceit gave a nod. Though felt his strength returning slightly as his host told the lie.

“I might be wrong. But I believe that the hassle my absence had caused is worse than whatever discomfort I might cause you.” Remus let out a wet chuckle. Squeezing Deceit’s arm for a moment. Trying to convince himself that this was real. That he was back.

“Now excuse me, but I believe I have some business to attend to. I suggest you talk about it with your precious ‘light sides’.  I’m sure Roman, Logan and Virgil will enjoy hearing about the little deal you and Patton made behind their backs.

And with that, he and Remus sunk down. Leaving Thomas to stand alone in the middle of his living room.

-

Deceit was delighted to find that he had enough of his powers back to make both him and Remus sink down and pop up in their shared living room.

The livingroom that, for the past 8 months, had not seen a single broom or vacuum cleaner.

“What in the world happened here?” “Well. We thought you up and died, for starters.” Apathy said from his place on the couch. He sounded cool and uncaring. Though when he closed his book Deceit saw how his hands were trembling. Fingers gently running over the first page before it was put aside and he stood up.

“Can I-...? “ “No of course not. Come here you big sap.”

This hug was gentler. Apathy held onto him as if scared he might break. Deceit didn’t mention the tears he felt seeping into his dress-shirt. Didn’t mention the way he felt Apathy’s shoulders shake.

“...Dee?”

He looked up then. Making sure to not change his hold on the crying side in his arms as he did so. Wrath stood in the doorframe leading to the hallway. One hand by his side. The other gripping the doorknob so tight Deceit thought it might break.

“Hello, Wrath.” “I-... Where the fuck have you been?”

Deceit laughed at that. Taking one of his arms from Apathy’s back and extending it towards Wrath. A silent invite to join the hug.

Wrath stood frozen in the doorway for several seconds before very slowly releasing the doorknob from his death grip and walking over to the other two sides. Arms wrapping around the both of them before carefully tightening his grip.

“I’ll kill you for making us worry like that. Asshole.” “I know bud. I know.”

It only took a couple more seconds and Remus had joined them too. The four of them holding onto each other for several minutes. Having missed human contact. Having missed each other. Missed that essential link, the essential person that had kept them together.

There was still a link missing though.

“Say. Where is Dee?” “Depression... hasn’t come out of his room since you left. Been constantly crying too. I tried to help but well...You know how I get when you’re not around.”

Deceit patted Remus on the back before freeing himself of the hug and slowly making his way towards the hall. Towards that door that had remained close for such a long time now.

-

The knock echoed through his room. Startling him from where he had been staring at the wall for the last hour.

He got up then. Wrapping the cape around his shoulders a little tighter before walking towards the door and leaning against it.

“Depression? You in there buddy?”

He didn’t feel like he was there. Felt like he was still sitting on his bed. Or maybe floating in the sky a thousand miles away. Felt like he was anywhere except next to his door. Hearing the voice he’d longed to hear for so many months on the other side of it.

“Buddy it’s me. Come on, open up.”

Maybe Remus had finally lost his mind and was starting to imitate him. Maybe Wrath had turned cruel and was now mocking him for his own enjoyment. Maybe- “

“Come on DP. I wouldn’t lie to you. Just, please. Open the door.”

‘I wouldn’t lie to you.’

Depressions eyes grew wide as he felt himself reattach to his own body.

‘I wouldn’t lie to you.”

Suddenly very aware of his hand on the doorknob as he turned it to the left. Unlocking it before opening the door.

And slowly. Inch by inch. He opened the door to reveal-

He cried out suddenly. And Deceit was barely able to lift his head before he had two arms full of trembling, heavily sobbing Depression to comfort.

And, as he lifted a hand to comb through the sides hair soothingly, he knew they would be alright. The other three sitting beside him or leaning against his knees after they’d settled down on the couch. Wanting to be as close as possible after being completely without for so long. And as Thomas summoned the other four sides he knew it would be alright. Logan gave him an encouraging nod before he started explaining his troubles.

He knew it would be alright. Maybe not now. Maybe not for a long time. But eventually... Eventually, they would be whole again.

-

So I might have gone off the track with this one. I know the original post did not include a happy ending or even the vaguest hint for it. But I think I’ve let my boys suffer enough to be allowed to give them a bit of hope.

Also. I did not make them all go and ask Thomas to lie in the 8th month like it said but to me, this felt like it was a more natural evolution. I hope it doesn’t bother you all too much.

Anyways! This took me way too long. I hope you all enjoyed. Remember to take care of yourselves kiddos.

Have a good one,

Roman

#unsympathetic patton #sympathetic deceit #sympathetic dark sides #remus sanders #deceit sanders #apathy #wrath #TW depression #patton sanders #thomas sanders #sanders sides #fanders #no ship #platonic cuddling #Deceit is the momfriend #deceit angst #remus angst #hurt remus #hurt deceit #angst #hurt no comfort #heavy angst #crying #hug them #they need it #feels #I know this is bad #sad baby #this hurt to write

[foxghost]

How come I just realized recently that in Guardian novel the confession and the instant noodle scene is in the same chapter? 😅 Mood whiplash indeed 😂😂

Let’s put ourselves in his shoes for a moment

ZYL can offer a house closer to the bf’s work: the boyfriend can teleport

ZYL can offer to drive the bf to work so he never has to walk by thugs again: the boyfriend is basically invulnerable

ZYL can ... offer to buy him clothes? But Shen Wei seems to magick his clothes into existence

When you fall in love with a god all you can offer him is junk food

#guardian related #give the gift of something SW would have never imagined having ever #i'd read something else by priest but everything is so long #lady-bellatrix

[themarvelhorse]

Empathy for the Devil Re-Read: Chapter 4!

WOAH WE’RE HALFWAY THERE

Or I guess a quarter of the way there, if the halfway point is the 7th chapter. BUT IT’S HALFWAY OF WHAT’S RELEASED!

...she didn’t even want to see her own face in the mirror, and only partially out of a paranoia she’d find soulless demon eyes staring back

Like looking into the abyss eh?

The subtle hurt in Twilight’s eyes made Sunset want to punch Timber, but then she’d only be punching herself.

Oh yeah, like you do emotionally? A different version of beating yourself up?

...tried (and likely failed) to hide her dismay that Timber’s biceps were leagues stronger than hers based on how easy it was to flex

Timber flexin on you Sunny? You worried Twi might like bulging biceps more than yo’ on the couch-gamer-ass?

Well shut the heck your mouth. You’re a cute.

But boooi he jacked af.

Twilight murmured, fresh horror settling over her expression as Timber clapped his hands over his backside, blushing.

SciTwi: Hey! Don't touch my gf's booty! That's mine and mine only!

Poor Flash and Timber, that look was really something the two of them should've shared.

At least the smell wasn’t something she had to worry about, but she hadn’t exactly been expecting guests, so her apartment was a bit of a mess, take-out boxes and laundry galore. Fantastic, she thought. Now Timber thinks I live in a dump.

"Damn, bitch, you live like this?”

Seriously though, wasn't it so much better and nicer in the Castle? You had everything there, except maybe video games. But now here you are, all alone. Even Twi got her own place later AND the opportunity to continue studying at the same time. Never once had to live like you did. 

You have every right to be jealous.

I wonder if that means that Timber doesn't smell anything at all?

Timber raced from the window to the futon as if doing so would hurtle him forward through time to Hearth’s Warming morning.

Oh, such childlike awe and wonder at the world and new things. I know Timber spends most of his time in nature, so this is less of a surprise. But you know that kind of optimistic is refreshing.

Also it kind of illustrates Sunny's priorities. She had a gem she'd been keeping for something special, but didn’t spend it towards fixing her apartment. Granted, I'd think that'd be the responsibility of the landlord and one gem is not enough to make a long-term investment for a better home but still. You could spend that towards extra things that could make the apartment more comfy and less of a “disaster”, right?

Also a little telling that Sunset knows nothing about the human economy, I mean, aspects of economics has become pseudoscience anyway but still, she's probably easy to take advantage of.

“Holy crap! He likes me!”

Honestly, Timber, I'd react the same way.

“He’s not a hobo,” Sunset said, choosing not to mention the box the cat was living in beforehand. “He just chooses to live his own life and only go home when he wants. What’s wrong with that?”

Woah there Sunny, you speaking for the cat, or yourself?

Wait, Timber's thigh is really Sunset's thigh. Does that mean that Sunny's thighs are as soft as dough? That’s adorable.

Uh, did you hear something? It sounded like the heavy breathing of an asthmatic breathing combined with the sound of a book being slammed shut.

If I die, delete my phone photos

No seriously I have over 300 pictures of Sunset in there I can't let anyone know about th-

Dammit...

“Oh my goodness, he’s such a good boy! Okay, really what’s his name? Lucky? Houdini? Chance? Ooo, I know! Warlock, Master of Equestrian Magicks.”

Wait what's with all the fortune and magic names? I mean, magic I get, but fortune?

Hmm, the babytalk reminds me of someone longing for some family. Maybe someone who saw a certain someone else needing to be taken care of and doing just that.

Made himself sick, too. Sunset stayed up with him that whole night until he was done coughing up noodles. She made sure Scruffers knew where his food bowl was from then on.

Seems like you learned from the best mother figure around.

It's increasingly apparent to me that Sunset isn't jealous of Twilight becoming the de-facto leader of Equestria. She's jealous of everything it came with. 

A mother figure, warm household that developed skills to survive in that life and what was going to be hers, promises of personal security and stability later in life, a rewarding career that emphasized all your efforts to that day. 

Everything decided for you, from childhood to the end of your days

And now, you're told you're not the one for that life  thrust into a different world, a cruel and uncaring one. You sleep in a box in the streets until you can get your shit together. No one told you how to survive. How to live your life. No one guided you in learning how to live on your own, do simple tasks, find a home, find a job, find love.

You had to figure it out all on your own, and it was totally freeing.

You just wished you'd known how to do it sooner. The clock is ticking and you're running out of time. All those years that came before are now wasted in comparison to what you could've learned, had you known this is what your life was going to be. But no one would've let you anyway. They told you you'd never need that. They told you you'd always have a home, food in your belly, and the love of a family. They lied.

Now you're just getting by, thought you moved on by now, because you found some sort of love again. But everything else came crashing back with that damn letter. And now, even more is taken from you. Your own body, your girlfriend whom you cannot touch because it isn't you. Even your cat isn't giving you the love you deserve. Right when things were picking up, you're tripped and thrown on your ass, kicked in the gut and your face in the mud. 

And of course, there's an evil dark lord running around and you can't even stop him. You're not paid to stop him. You caused all this anyway, why should you get paid? Volunteer superhero isn't something you can put on a resume is it? You're way too soft for that, you don't even have the muscle.

Everything is hanging by a thread, and you're just barely holding on.

Sorry, got lost in the moment there for a sec

Sunset wasn’t Equestria’s most naturally gifted magical prodigy for nothing. Even if all her records had likely been broken by Princess Twilight.

Damn. Always playing second fiddle to Twi, huh? In this world and the next, at least according to the Friendship Games. But now you've accepted your lot in life, trying to train her to be what you think she should be. Which isn't wrong per se, but like, you don't have to do that. You've come a long way and you'll be better off as leader of the Rainbooms now. Unless the band breaks apart thanks to distance and going off to your own universities and separate paths in life and such.

...just in case the cat got swept up in their body switching magic

Can you IMAGINE one of them becoming the cat? Omg

Flash and Timber discovered they had magic by holding hands, she and Twilight learned they could heal the same way, and Flash only needed to touch her shoulder to put her emotions on blast across Canterlot High’s entire campus

What if SciTwi had something to do with it though? She was there in both instances. She's got relationship stuff with Tim and Sunny, and almost with Flash... but I guess that's not there. SciTwi's is very much a distance power, but Sunny herself is very much a touch power, maybe like Flash. Maybe SciTwi can combine hers from a distance? Timber DID interrupt her speech and mess her up, maybe she responded with some distance zap teleporting?

“Not anything. Magic is always emotion-based at its core. That’s why true friendship is so powerful,” Sunset reiterated. She could feel her throat constrict as she thought back to what she was feeling before the switch when her date with Twilight had been interrupted. “Timber?”

I like this interpretation of magic, it makes sense.

She studied him for a moment longer but didn’t overdo it. Accusing Timber of wanting to steal her girl wouldn’t solve anything (maybe from his perspective wanting to steal her back?)

Goddammit Sunny quit it with the jealously. Is it so hard to believe that you simply both had good relationships with SciTwi? Just cause you actually didn't with Flash (still wondering about that nickname thing) doesn't mean they didn’t too.

But I understand. Everything else was taken from you, why not this too?

Also Sunny, NOT talking about it is a sure fire way to make things worse and NOT make a new friend, which Timber seems quite open to since he's a presh lil Timbit sweetie pie.

"Inventive"

OKAY CAMPERS, ITS TIME FOR A CAMP BONDING ACTIVITY 

WE'RE GONNA PLAY PATTY CAKE

Timber's such a goof. He thinks as he talks. Relatable. Some things only click when said out loud.

...‘routine’ was an extremely loose term to the point of not having a definition; assuming she didn’t stay up until the sun rose playing video games and/or recording Shimmer Code.

What a dork, maybe you could be a Twitch streamer or Youtuber, Sunny. Honestly who wouldn’t wanna watch that?

Timber, who had ditched the heels but was still wearing the Daydream dress from Sunset’s date, stared up at her.

Oh my goood

I totally forgot he was in her dress the entire time

I feel like I need to re-read that whole thing now

Wait, it's called the Daydream dress? Sunset had the daydream dress when SciTwi had the midnight blue tux? Yes you mentioned that earlier I knoooow, this was written before that. This is a re-read but I still miss plenty of things >_>

Timber made a motion with his hand

SIGN OF THE CROSS? TIMBER IS NOW CATHOLIC?

Scout’s honour

Oh yeah, that makes more sense from Mr. Camp Counselor

Many ponies would contend that Princess Celestia’s cutie mark held more cultural significance than any other symbol in the nation’s history.

Maybe, but for Sunset, it's the equivalent of getting a heart tattoo that says "MOM"

I wonder when she got that though, just after she made up with Celestia? Earlier, when she wanted to start being good again? And why not her own cutie mark? Or simply during? Might look weird on a pony though.

Timber bit his cheek, nodding. At the very least, he could read when he’d touched a nerve, but that didn’t stop him from picking up the smart TV remote. “That’s cool, it sounds really meaningful.”

Timmy Tim sure doesn't want it to get awkward. Or maybe he really doesn't want to push anyone before they're ready. Any slight pause could mean they want to know more.

Canterlot Broadcasting Corporation, and their gruff evening news host passed it over...

THE CBC???

REX MURPHY???

Oh no wait it's Grandpa Gruff, lol.

But that’s why we’re keeping you up to date with our ‘round the clock coverage! No need to be afraid!”

NO NEED TO BE AFRAID, WE WILL ONLY FEED YOUR ANXIETY BY SHOWING THIS NONSTOP.

Every news channel covering the election rn

Philomena was SUNSET'S????

What the hell's on the other side of that tear?

Gooood question. Again something I didn't consider too heavily the first time around. I kind of thought it was just what happened when you go through and come out, like Spike coming out with speech.

But Spike only came back with that, he didn't come out as a dragon.

Hmmm...

My only guess is that it's the MAGICINATOR! Dr. Doofenshmirtz is literally just zapping things as they come through and sending them back

...Intro to Omens and Prophecy to forewarn her that her heart was sinking.

Wow

Only stopping to fill Ray's food bowl and give him a pet that he slunk away from

Sunny gets no love whatsoever ;~;. My poor, poor girl. Everyone she loves and who loves her, leaves. What hope is there for my darling sunshine, my only sunshine?

An unshakable chill settled over Canterlot High. Despite what the weather reporter predicted, the snow stayed overnight and the winter storm carried on.

And with the King comes the winter storm.

The long night comes

Not sorry, I have fond memories of my experience with that show, cause I did then what I’m doing now with family and friends using that show

Also I totally predicted Jon and Dany getting together.

It was partly a joke sure, and before the weird revelations and “family” stuff but still I WAS RIGHT

All that pity… Sunset shuddered.

Okay yeah now I kinda feel bad for pitying her too BUT SHE'S BABY. SHE'S BEEN BABY EVER SINCE RAINBOW ROCKS! EVEN BEFORE AT THE END OF THE FIRST ONE.

Princess Twilight wouldn’t have to be bothered with another one of Sunset’s magical screw-ups.

You mean your FRIEND wouldn't get the chance to help out her other FRIEND as the princess of FRIENDship is inclined to help her FRIENDS CAUSE FRIENDS HELP EACH OTHER OUT CAUSE THEY'RE FRIENDS

I'm glad Wallflower and Juniper are pals. I think that's a Bookish reference too?

“That’s going to be so perfect for our production, Canterlot High: A Retrospective…”

Are we gonna see the Retrospective near the end of the story?

“Hey, anytime,” Timber told her, and when he and Sunset had gotten far enough down the hall that the other students couldn’t overhear, Timber beamed to her.

ANYTIME? You hear that Sunny? Timmy's making promises for you and forcing you to socialize and interact with folks.

Also I gotta appreciate Bevin more. Seriously, that perspective, and those expressions, it’s like an elaborate icing design all over this delicious storycake.

Timber giggled as if tickled by the silliest idea he could think of. “Pity you? What are you talking about? You basically own the place!”

Look Sunny. Timber's trying to tell you that everyone at that school genuinely care about you. You see the impact you've made in their lives? You'd make a great staff member around here, methinks. 

Vice Principal Luna muttered in a strangely archaic, nightmarish voice, "Who would dare use the last creamer?"

CONSPIRACY THEORY: That's really NMM who came through the crack. Or maybe something did pass through and it hit Luna? Something dark, and eviiiiil. Or maybe Sombra successfully separated himself from his evil part, and now the evil part is in Luna.

“See? This is what I’m talking about,” Sunset said, glaring at the speaker as if it were exhibit A. “She’s doing that for me because she feels sorry for me and knows I don’t eat meat. I’m pretty much the only student who doesn’t⁠.” Which, okay, wasn’t entirely true. Fluttershy and Bulk Biceps were vegetarian, too, and that was just the two she knew about. But still the timing made it stupidly obvious: “It’s a pity vegetarian option.”

Sandalwood seems like the type to be vegan. Every event hosted by my school's environment student group had them. AND THEY WERE DELICIOUS GODDAMIT. IT'S THE WAY OF THE FUTURE, SUNSET, ITS HOW YOU FIGHT CLIMATE CHANGE AND BE SUSTAINABLE. YOU DON’T HAVE TO DO IT, I DON’T, BUT DAMMIT IT HELPS AND THAT MATTERS

While Sunset’s friends had been talking, the Principal’s announcements continued, so Sunset only caught the tail end after Applejack tapped a finger over her lips.

Honestly that's some good AJ representation right there, she’s usually the one who notices things the others don’t, and works to right them.

Okay so it's Sombra BUT...

Which Sombra? Clearly this one is a pony Sombra, cause magic, but the comics have already shown an AU with a good Sombra. I know the comics are sorta fringe territory these days but nothings off the table. Which is why I think this Sombra's actually a good guy. But the one they fought was this universe's Sombra who passed through the crack and out the other side and is suddenly superpowered and unable to handle magic and shit properly without it going to his head?

Geez I’m saying Sombra like SciTwi says guidance counselor

Actually, adding onto that. It could be NMM, because she can make herself look like other ponies, like the Shadowbolts.

Well, that’s all for this week friends and folks, take care and be excellent to each other!

#marvelandponder #empathy for the devil #my stuff