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itsonlydana · 2 years

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DSMP CHARACTERS AS TEACHERS

pairing: c!Eret x gn!reader / c!Foolish x gn!reader / c!Wilbur x gn!reader / c!Schlatt x gn!reader

request: your partner forgot their lunch at home so you decide to bring it to their school

word count: 6,2k

warnings: none, its just fluff

an: i am so sorry for the anon who requested this bc i posted it instead of saving it into my drafts when it wasn't ready and in my panic i deleted it with the ask. Hopefully, you know who you are and find this fic! I also had no idea for a fic for Niki but i wanted to post the teacher-headcanons anyway!

important links: rules + masterlist

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot and keep me writing <3

🎨 Eret:

art teacher in primary school

always carries some colored pencils and stickers with her

every kid has a symbol in the wardrobe, so they know where to put their jackets before class

your house is filled with art projects and all the drawings the children gifted her

spends most evenings with you in the living room, crafting some ideas that she could bring into school but knows when it's time to separate school with personal life

goes on a lot of trips with the kids, to playgrounds, zoos, parks or the forest to teach them about nature, animals and all things beautiful in life

brings snacks in case some kids forgot their food

the kids love you so much that you accompany them on trips if you have the time

the children fight for your attention as if their life depends on it. They started a list to know who can sit with you during lunch next or walk on your hand on a trip

they will pout if Erets claims you all for herself

for your last birthday, all the kids crafted something your you and that day Eret came home with a huge bag filled to the brim with presents and cards

knows everything about her students, their favorite pen to use, the times when they are most attentive, how to bring them back to focus, their favorite animal they saw in the zoo and all their little quirks

she never raises her voice at them (she doesn't need it tho, the children will listen to her in an instant)

waits until the last student got picked up until she goes home

ms. honey vibes from matilda

Your footsteps were loud in the quiet school hallway, only the sounds of the various classes resounded behind the closed doors and accompanied you on your way to the classroom at the end of the hallway. Already at the checkroom you could see which teacher owned the room, the wooden board on which the nails for the children's jackets were fastened was decorated with lots of little symbols and not with pasted-on names, like many of the other classes. Behind the door you could hardly hear anything, it was as if no one was there. Interested, you leaned against the door, knocked, and then pushed down the handle when there was no answer. No matter how many times you had entered the classroom, it brought a smile to your face each time. Eret was lucky enough to have one of the few classrooms that had two windows, and on the sunny side, so the room was flooded with warm, natural light at all times. The classroom was filled with banners, posters, drawings decorating the walls, transparent paper cut out to be taped on the window panes, there was a corner full of books and plushies, the orange sheep that was the mascot sitting on the desk in front of the class. It smelled like wet paint, dried flowers and honey and you could always hear the clings and klangs from the suncatcher hanging on one of the windows, turning in the slight breeze from the open window. The children sat scattered at their small group tables covered with painting sheets, immersed in the sheets of paper in front of them. Watercolor boxes and jars of brightly colored in which the many small brushes were dipped over and over again before a new color was selected for the works of art, were everywhere. Eret herself was sitting at one of the tables as well, the chair much too small for her long legs, and was leaning over to the little boy sitting next to her to hand him another brush. She didn't notice you directly, but the children's heads snapped up when you entered. Immediately, the pleasant work silence was a part of the past and you hurried to close the door behind you so that the commotion of the children jumping up and calling your name would not disturb the other classes. "(y/n)!" came from all around you as at least five kids clung to your legs at once and looked up at you. Their bright faces grinned at you, trying to attract your attention with tugs and pulls. As best you could, you greeted them by name as the chaos at the door now reached Eret. "What's going on? Why are we standing up and running around?" asked Eret, spinning around. As soon as she saw you, her mouth opened in surprise. "Darling, what are you doing here?" Standing up, her long skirt fell down, billowing around her legs with each step as she hurried to you. Because of all the kids around you, you could only give her a sort of half-hug, briefly wrapping your arms around her before one of the kids interjected and continued asking questions. "Can i show you what i have been painting?" one asked, while the other pulled on your top to show you her new glasses, only to be interrupted by a boy telling you about the last trip to the zoo. You looked at the held up picture with patience, told him what a talented artist you had in front of you, complimented the girl on her new glasses, and tousled the other boy's hair while he explained, completely oblivious to the fact that you were on the trip, why penguins were his favorite animal. In between, you kept looking up at Eret, reassuring yourself that you weren't going to disrupt her class, but she had already started bringing some of the water glasses to the small sink in one corner, where she was pouring the dirty water into the sink and adjusting the blue hair clips in her brown locks. After a few minutes of letting the kids talk, though, she came back around and clapped her hands three times. Smiling, she folded her hands in front of her. "I think we should let (y/n) take a breath, no? How about you just run over to the bathroom, wash your hands, and then we'll have breakfast together?" she asked, and immediately the kids let go of you. One

by one, they quietly disappeared down the hall to the washrooms in two lines. As soon as the last child had left the room and you could hear the sound of the water rushing down the hall to you, Eret was with you and pulled you into a deeper kiss with both hands on your hips. "Hello darling," she murmured against your lips and kissed you again. You laughed into the kiss, lifting a hand to her cheek, against which she leaned gently. "I see I've arrived just in time for breakfast," you began, after breaking away from her and finally getting around to reaching into your shoulder bag, from which you then pulled out a dark can. "Because you left yours on the kitchen table". Eret's eyes widened. Gratefully, she took the box from your hands. "I completely missed that, thank you so much, love. That you came all the way here for this, I certainly wouldn't have starved to death" she laughed. Heat crept up your neck and spread rapidly through your cheeks, making you look away, caught. "I just didn't want to waste the food," you explained your appearance with a lie. Well, half a lie. You definitely didn't want to throw the food away, but it was your heart in the end that had lured you here, the idea of seeing Eret back in her workplace, with the kids. "Mhmm," Eret nodded knowingly. "You know," she began and put a hand to your cheek, gently stroking the burning skin with her thumb "the kids are better at lying about who hasn't gotten dessert yet. You kinda need to practice that a little better, or just tell me you missed me." Cheekily, Eret tilted her head and grinned at the blush on your face, which only darkened

🏈 Foolish:

pe teacher in high school

teaches younger students but mostly older ones

very much the cool teacher that lets a kid sit out on the bench if they don´t feel well

the pe teacher that everyone wants

he gives his best to teach his students how they can get better and what they can do

runs around in sports clothes even if he has a break of only comes to school for a teachers meeting

wears a whistle around his neck

lessons are divided into a part where he goes through the curriculum and a part where the students can decide for themselves what they want to do

bets with students on football games and will definitely tease students who are not for the same team if they lose, however, is very salty and lets students run extra if his team loses and they make fun of it

has definitely already introduced you to his favorite class at a sports festival

there are annual teacher games where the students prepare different challenges for selected teachers and Foolish is chosen every year and you are there every year to cheer him on

his students are constantly trying to find out everything about him because he makes a secret out of everything to make him seem mysterious

is a total softie at home

rarely talks about school, but still takes sports very seriously. goes running every day and usually convinces you to come with him

sometimes gets in over his head and lies on the couch crying for you to pick him up. Makes you swear that you will never tell his students

The sunglasses on your nose bobbed along with your springy steps over the gravel path, shielding your eyes from the warm summer sun shining down on you from the bright blue sky. Clasping your hand around a cool water bottle and a lunch box, you followed the instructions of the kindly, elderly secretary who had patiently explained to you how to find the sports field where your boyfriend Foolish was currently at. You would think that after all the events you would be able to remember the way, but the school seemed infinitely large that you had not even been sure you were right until you spotted a sign to the locker rooms. It was good weather, not too hot, but warm enough for Foolish to take his class outside to the big athletic field, as he had told you at breakfast today. The breakfast after which he had forgotten to take his lunch, too stressed because you guys had chattered away while eating and he had nearly been running late. He had only called something between two bites of his bread, had jumped up and after a kiss on your forehead had disappeared in the hallway. You had only discovered the blue lunch box on the counter a little later. You could hear the loud whistle even before you discovered the sports field, hidden among a row of lush green oak trees, followed by a "GO GO GO! Pull through!" from your boyfriend, who you saw leaning against the metallic poles bordering the court moments later. His arms propped on the poles and his whistle between his lips, he cheered on the students running in laps and didn't even notice you as you stepped across the gravel path through the trees onto the athletic field and ran to him with slightly faster steps. "Don't slow down, guys!" shouted Foolish, as some students slowed their pace when they saw you coming, but before Foolish could follow their gaze, you had already arrived at his side and pressed the cold water bottle into his neck. The surprising coolness and wetness made Foolish whirl around to you with a squeaky "What?" and briefly you thought you saw a warning in his gaze, but then he recognized you. The corners of his mouth shot up into a wide grin that made every last bit of his teacher persona disappear from his eyes. "You!" he laughed, and you couldn't help but join in his excited laughter. "What are you doing here?" Grinning, you lifted your water bottle and lunch box, waving them around in front of his face. "I've been carrying your food after you again! Didn't you miss anything in your bag?" "How could I have forgotten? I was pretty sure I packed everything." You shook your head with a grin, then quickly stood on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek. That didn't seem to be enough for him, though, because he tossed the lunchbox and bottle onto the pile of gym bags at his feet and pulled you into a real kiss. He probably wouldn't have let go of you if it weren't for a group of students who had interrupted their running to join you on the sidelines. "Are you his life partner?" you heard one girl ask, to which you immediately broke away from your boyfriend, your cheeks fiery red. Clearing your throat, you nodded and looked to Foolish. Torn as to whether he should now warn and remind his students about the endurance training, his gaze flitted between you and the small group of high schoolers until he sighed and leaned against the bar, seemingly giving up. The last few times you'd been at the games, you'd also directly attracted the attention of his class at the time, and after that he'd also had to sit back for a while because his students had completely ignored him, fascinated by you and eager to find out more about their teacher through you. Another boy was just screwing his water bottle back shut before turning to you. "Is Mr. G such a drill sergeant at home, too, or does he just like bossing around helpless students?" he asked with a cheeky grin, which only made Foolish cross his arms in front of his chest indignantly. Briefly, you squinted at him, unsure how much you wanted to tell about your personal lives, but Foolish gave you an approving nod.

"Well, that must be because of you" you put in laughing "At home, I have to constantly remind him to clean up the kitchen after cooking, he doesn't even remember his breakfast." Then you nudged him with your shoulder "He would most likely lose his pretty head if it wasn't stuck on his shoulders" "Hey!" exclaimed Foolish in protest, but you just grinned and poked your tongue out at him. You could see the student frantically storing and processing both the interaction and the bit of new information. It was safe to assume that he would probably have to deal with comments alluding to it in the future. Another girl stepped forward, busy tightening her braid as she turned to you, "Can you make him race us? He always says he is faster than us but never wants to prove it." At her question, the other students joined in a chorus of complaints about Foolish and approvals for the race, throwing their own opinions and quotes from your boyfriend into the mix, and with every word Foolish tried to mockingly defend himself. "Surely I don't have to justify why I don't get involved in races with students, I'm the teacher!" Then, however, he seemed to have had enough of arguing, because he grinned at the group, "Besides, I don't want you to cry afterwards because you lost to me. Yeah yeah complain all you want, you know you don't have a chance to win!" The students immediately jumped at this challenge, tearing up his words like predators tearing up their prey, and the quickest volunteers were whistled off the field, not to be missed; everyone in this class had the same ambition as their teacher, and after all, honor was the focus here. In a surprisingly short time, the racers were filtered out and stood with your boyfriend at the starting line, you stood with the rest at the railing from where the runners would be cheered on, even though you would probably be the only one on Foolish's side. You could hear that from the commotion. Before the race, Foolish had hung his whistle honorably around your neck and had promised you with a kiss to bring home the victory for you. Of course, you would cheer him on with every cell in your body. "Okay," Foolish called out, taking a step forward. "Why don't we make this a little more exciting? If I lose, I'll buy you all ice cream from the kiosk, but if I win, then your runners have to enter the school competition. Do we have a deal?" The promise of getting ice cream worked wonders on the group and you felt like they were getting a number more energetic, now yelling at the runners they had to win for them. You raised the whistle to your lips. Everyone got into the starting position. Briefly, you took a moment to watch Foolish with a cheeky grin as he- backside stretched in the air- squatted at the line, pressing his fingertips into the red sand. After a "Hey! You can stare after I win," you laughingly gave in and whistled for takeoff. And if Foolish winked at you after the race, an ice cream cone in hand and happy students all around you, you definitely wouldn't say that out loud.

🎭 Wilbur:

theater teacher in high school

is the running chaos, but an organized chaos

wears a long brown coat for simple dramatic effect, for the same reason his glasses are not real. Only you know that though his students are figuring it out

spends both his free hours at school and many hours at home writing plays

always carries a book with him and is often seen lying on the benches in the sun, deeply engrossed in his book

very, very enthusiastic in the rehearsals and normal lessons, he does everything, takes the ridiculousness out of some exercises by going on stage himself and acting it more extreme, so that his students feel more comfortable

weekly takes you to small theater performances by university students or theater groups, and once a month his class joins in. Will then organize a meal together and a conversation with the actors after the performance to ask questions or get tips. Gives you a bouquet of your favorite flowers on every date

his students are definitely your biggest fans, always starting to giggle when he takes your hand in his while walking or puts his arm around you at every opportunity

rolls out the red carpet in front of you and fulfills your every wish

you are present at the performances of his class, always in the front row and clapping the loudest

sometimes gets lost in work, then you practically have to pull him out of his office and take him out for some fresh air

hides notes with quotes from his favorite authors or love messages for you in your coat pockets

The posters on the large glass doors of the auditorium caught your eye as soon as you entered the building, the blue and red lettering throwing the words "Fight tyranny" at you and drawing the attention of every observer, whether they wanted it or not. At first glance, you would most likely stop, somewhat perplexed, and wonder why a school had been plastered with such posters and what principal would allow such propaganda, but take just a step closer, let yourself engage with the desired effect of the posters, and you would recognize the invitation to the school musical printed underneath. The musical had turned the school into an uncontrollable and yet not disturbing chaos, it had started with the hanging of the first poster -a two meters long cloth fluttering in the wind one morning from one of the windows, advertising a debate between three unknown parties-, and after that there had been no stopping the students. The auditorium was almost bursting at the seams when the day of this ominous debate had arrived, students crowding the rows of seats or sitting on the floor, all tense for what was about to happen. The secret was revealed when the drama class teacher, Wilbur Soot, your life partner and the one who told you every day about all the events surrounding the new play he was planning, opened the debate and six contestants took the stage in costume, trying to sell the three parties they represented, Pog, Swag and Coconut, as best they could to the curious students. Then, for two weeks, the actual election campaign was launched, selling the buttons you helped make, snack packs put together by the drama class, or printed t-shirts, to the students for the promise of their vote. All of this happened in the foreground, with Wilbur, as principal, sitting in the background hunched over his desk, school ropes in hand, writing what was arguably his greatest work: L'Manburg, the Musical. Since Will had thrown himself into the preparations with such enthusiasm, it had become a daily routine for you to remind him of things that he lost sight of, or very simple things that didn't fit into his picture of the whole, and which he thus ignored and then forgot. Mostly it was pens or post-it-notes hanging all over your apartment, which made for some moments when all you wanted to do was take a glass from the kitchen cupboard and find a yellow slip of paper on which was written in scribbled handwriting: "Text revision page 45, T: 'Do i shoot him, or do i shoot at the sky?'" or sketches flying around with ideas of costumes that instead of Will's desk suddenly lay in the bathroom next to the bathtub and were already half-drenched. Of course, you knew he meant no harm. He was an artist, this was his way of keeping his art alive, and he went to such lengths to please his students that you couldn't be mad at him for a pair of notes or a forgotten sock flying around. His distracted thoughts, however, were the reason you were eyeing the posters outside the auditorium and holding a full lunch box in your hands. If it weren't for you, he would put food on the back of the queue himself, and to prevent that, you had gone to his school. The glass doors where the posters hung were covered with black cloth, preventing even the slightest glimpse of the inside of the auditorium and hiding the work and rehearsals from prying students' eyes. You pushed down the handle of the right door, opened it just a crack to scurry through, and closed it again right behind you. When you turned around you were amazed. Will had told you about the rehearsals, but nothing even remotely resembled what was happening in front of you. The whole auditorium had been transformed, painted trees stuck to the curtained windows, chairs with green cloths and painted flowers served as bushes and stood at the edge of the large room, forming high hedges. Next to the stage, red-painted cardboard boxes were arranged into a brick house, on the roof of which three boys in costumes were sitting and looking at the stage itself, was where a white, slightly slanted, caravan made of

cardboard boxes stood, in front of which a brunette boy and a blond girl in blue and red uniforms were sitting on the green cloth of the meadow, listening to another, older brunette in a black hat, as he talked about the election. And in the middle of it all was Will, the arms of his white blouse rolled up and flew across the stage to move a flower pot on the trailer here and there, to help the blonde-haired girl with the sleeves of her uniform, or he disappeared briefly behind the curtain, where you could hear it clattering afterwards, before the previously stuck curtain could be pulled away again without any problems. Your entrance did not go unnoticed for long, you had a few moments to admire the carefully crafted stage set before the artist behind this masterpiece, let his gaze roam the room and saw you standing between the rows of seats. He immediately ran a hand through your brown locks, sorting them into an actual hairstyle instead of a jumbled tangle of curls, as he leapt off the stage smiling broadly. "Darling, what a surprise to see you here!" he called out to you as he walked, now drawing the attention of his students as well, who waved happily at you. "Will, this all looks amazing!" you gushed with a sweeping motion of your hand across the room. When Will got to you, he grabbed your hand, still hovering in the air, raised it in his hands, and gracefully turned you to face him so he could hug you to his chest. After that little turn, he leaned down to you to gently bump his nose against yours. "No, you look amazing," Will breathed a quick kiss, far too short for your liking, on your lips before pulling away from you again. His eyes fell on the yellow lunch box in your hands and his eyebrows shot up as he noticed that he seemed to have forgotten it at home. "I knew something was missing, my bag was lighter than usual and my stomach emptier," smiling gratefully he took the lunch box from you, though immediately reached for your now free hand and intertwined his cool long fingers with yours warmed by the pockets of your jacket. "Come, my love, we were just about to start the first rehearsal in costume." Hand in hand, you let him pull you through the rows of chairs, covered with the colorful jackets and school bags of the 20 or so students in the drama class, to the front row, where he faced the stage and clapped his hands. "Can you all come over here for a minute, please?" he shouted loud enough for the technicians and helpers backstage to hear him.One by one, the students climbed off the sets, came out from behind the curtain, and sat down on the edge of the raised stage, where they all waved at you. Smiling, you waved back. "As you can see we have a very special guest today and if you all agree we will perform our rehearsal for the first time in front of an audience, but only if no one has a problem with it." You weren't surprised that no one spoke up, you liked this class as much as they liked you and yet you felt honored to be accepted by them. After a quick kiss, Will is gone again, helping everyone to their positions, and you can hear his motivational speech for the play from behind the closed curtain, between all the running back and forth and the quiet giggling of the young actors. A smile stole onto your lips as you listened to him. "I am so so proud of each and every one of you! I may have written the piece, but you breathe life into it with every cell that burns for this project. But not only could I not have done it without you guys, I couldn't have done it without the love of my life sitting out there wanting a great performance. We're all going to do our best, okay? Remember, mistakes aren't bad, you'll get help from our prompters if you have a lyric hangup, and we all know, after all, that rehearsals aren't over yet. Just have fun, live your roles and as long as you show that, everything will be fine. Break a leg!" Wilbur was a kind teacher, one who always looked out for his students and would not let a student down, even if it meant overtime and extra work for him. If his students

weren't performing for the joy of it, it would be for him, to show him how grateful they were to him. Backstage, things quieted down, the bright overhead light turned off and got replaced with a warm cone of spotlight aimed at the center of the closed curtain. Will darted around the side of the curtain to the edge, jumped down gracefully, and ran on silent soles to join you in the front row. Just in time for the rattling opening of the red curtain, he settled on your right side. Eyes fixed on the stage, you leaned into his lifted arm against his shoulder. "Love of your life, huh?" you whispered under held breath. Will's chest vibrated from his soft laughter beneath you and he leaned down slightly toward you, gently placing his lips on your temple for a loving kiss. "Too dramatic?" he whispered back, but you felt his smile. "No." You looked to the stage where the brunette in the hat opened the door to the trailer and in the warm light of the spotlights beckoned a group of young people in uniforms to join him. A story began, a story of a country striving for freedom and independence. "Never too dramatic, always just perfect."

🧁 Niki:

women's studies teacher in high school

teaches the experiences and contributions of diverse groups of women in society, about the social role of women and their involvement in areas such as health, history, and political activism

very politically engaged and will stop the class to watch important news with her students

colored her hair pink after the old principal made stricter rules for girls and even after he changed schools she stayed with the pink hair

always there for her students, if they need help in school but also in their private life

makes sure her students are alright, the kind of teacher that asks you after class if everything is okay because you were quiet in class or looked sad

she bakes a lot since it calms her after a stressful day in school (it´s not easy teaching teenage boys about those topics but she manages it)

your place is full of books from women´s fiction to cookbooks to history or poems

quiet dates where you two go outside in the park to paint, read or eat her baked goods

holds your hand whenever and wherever she can

surprises you with baked gifts but also letters or an annotated book she read with you in mind

📊 Schlatt:

politics professor at a university

rough exterior, but all the softer core

always wears suit trousers, shirt and tie, because a well-kept appearance makes a significant difference in how you are treated

because he works many days a week at uni, he always takes at least one day off, which you both spend together

has the reputation of being a very strict and often mean professor, but no one in his classes complains themselves

takes his classes very seriously, finds a good education in politics and science important

knows how hard the subject matter can be sometimes, which is why he shows films about it, should it fit into his plan

engages in dialogues with students rather than having them work in the book or read from slides, but when he writes on the board it is illegible

political discussions in which the students have to take different points of view are a big part of the assessment

keeps his private life very private, as it is none of his students' business at the end of the day

when he corrects exams it is either at school or at home in his office, he does not mix his work with your life

he spoils you 100%, invites you to expensive dinners, lavishes you with gifts, takes you to fancy banquets or operas

often makes jokes, but loves you more than anything else

The chilly hallway lay quiet and ghostly before you as you walked through it, past signs for new clubs and activities that had sprouted with the first flowers on these unexpectedly quick spring days, now advertising the activities in the sun with bright colors. Warm light streamed in through the tall windows, trying to lure you back into the fresh air, like all the sunbathing students you had passed before entering the building, enjoying their free time after the last lecture. No one in their right mind would hide behind closed doors in this weather, none except apparently your boyfriend. You weren't surprised, however, that Schlatt, of all people, was probably the only one who stayed in the building while everyone else took advantage of spring. Schlatt would most likely also miss the most beautiful day of the year because he was too busy with his work and only afterward ask why everyone was suddenly in such a good mood and tanned. This is exactly what would happen today if you hadn't spontaneously come up with the idea of bringing him his forgotten lunch and thus possibly getting him out of his lecture hall, his comfort zone. His room was also the only one whose door was not locked and the soft rustling of paper, as well as the clicking of a ballpoint pen, could be heard through the narrow crack in the door. You raised your hand to the door and softly rapped your knuckles against the wood. "No, I'm busy," Schlatt's slightly strained voice rang out and he was already starting to protest, when you pulled the door open wider and stepped into the doorway. "Too busy?" you began teasingly "Can't even I steal a few minutes of your precious time?" As you had expected, Schlatt was sitting in front of the many empty rows of seats in the auditorium at his desk, on which sheets upon sheets of printed paper were piled up and which were divided into two piles, one of unedited and one on which red notes and marks decorated the otherwise black and white pages, and between them, Schlatt was bent over another sheet, black glasses on his nose and a red pencil set to another note. When you had entered, he hadn't even looked up at first but had continued to scribble on the paper and mumble over some sentence, though at your voice his head had snapped up. "(y/n)! What are you doing here? Have you texted me or did I miss a call?" he asked, more to himself than actually addressing you, and dug out his phone to check if he hadn't missed a message from you. "No," you hummed, and confused, he looked over his glasses at you. Playfully hurt, you raised your hand to your chest. "Here I am trying to surprise you for once, and then I'm not even greeted properly. Aren't you happy to see your partner at all?" Schlatt, meanwhile, had stood up and leaned against the edge of his desk, just rolling his eyes at your words before holding out his hand for you. "You might as well join the theater, you're better at pretending to people than you are at fooling me." You were about to walk to him, in fact, and had already taken a step forward, when a group of teenagers ran past one of the hall's many windows, and despite the closed shutters, which let the sunlight into the room only in small streaks, you saw the laughter on their faces that made you pause. Schlatt noticed your hesitation and raised his brows questioningly, continuing to hold out his hand to you, expecting you to take it as you normally would so that he could greet you. "You know what? Why don't you come here?" you then asked him. Schlatt tilted his head slightly. He tried to figure out where the mischief in your voice and face had come from but failed because you just clicked your tongue challengingly. "Or are you tied to your desk, old man? Sitting here in the dark even though the sun is shining outside, working on exams that probably still have time to be corrected." You could tell by his expression that you were right with every word you said, and slowly your boyfriend's serious facade broke and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly upward. He didn't want to give in quite

yet. However, you were also now determined to get him out of that room and into the fresh air before he once again came home only in the dark and had not experienced any of it. Now you were the one who held out your hand, "Come on Scrooge, I'm going to force you outside now." Hand in hand, you pulled him out of the building a few minutes, and a proper greeting later. Immediately, Schlatt took a deep breath and closed his eyes. His normally brown hair glowed golden like honey in the sun, as did his eyes when he opened his lids again and looked at you. "Thank you for coming," He pressed a kiss to your cheek, which you leaned into. You smiled at him. "Who else would kick your butt if not me?"

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𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗟𝗗 𝗪𝗘 𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗗

Osamu always followed a routine. Waking earlier than the sun, running a mile before eight in the morning, eating three meals a day, and getting eight hours of sleep every night are just some things he always did without fail. You, on the other hand, seem to always change things up. Just maybe, he enjoys your unpredictability.

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀: husband!osamu x f!housewife reader

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: fluff, domestic life, mild suggestive themes at the end, trying to start a family, food/eating, im pretty sure i used no pronouns bc it was in third person

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𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: uhh yeah this was kinda indulgent and sorta inspired by that one scene in twd when rick wants to make babies w michonne

Alarm clocks were something that was never in use in your household, except in the kitchen. Osamu figured by his third year of high school that he had no use for them, as he always woke up a bit earlier than his scheduled alarm. His regimens were unwavering, so much so that his internal alarm clock was practically set in stone and would wake him everyday at 6:30AM with no chance of error. The fact his sleeping schedule was incredibly stable helped, too. The usual infuriating sound you were used to in high school was unheard of after graduating and moving in with Osamu. Even when you studied in university, you were never jolted awake by the blaring sound resonating from your phone’s speakers since your now-husband was always the one to gently wake you up. Nowadays, you usually woke up when your body decides it’s ready to start the day.

Sunlight seeped into your bedroom through your white flowy curtains that were pulled apart, letting the rays of light travel in freely. The intrusion woke you gently from your slumber, causing you to flutter your eyes open and stretch your limbs instantaneously without another thought. The familiar smell of sweet pancake batter and coffee caught your attention, the sounds of pans and dishes clinking following soon after. It was undoubtedly Osamu that was responsible for all the stimuli that was attacking your senses. Standing up from the bed, your feet hit the hardwood floors that felt ice cold each morning. Your body moved on its own, following the smell of the sweet caramel coffee you know your husband had made, fingers cascading down the smooth handrail of the staircase. Once you reached the kitchen, the sight of Osamu's shirtless and muscular back — barely covered by his black apron — was turned to you as he was tending to the eggs on the stove.

“Damn, now this is a nice view”

Samu’s lips stretched out into a grin once he heard the saccharine sound of your voice, a small laugh bubbling from his throat and escaping quietly. He turned off the stove, seeing as the eggs have already cooked to your liking, sunny side up with a slightly runny yolk. He turned to face you with his pan in hand, ready to plate the eggs alongside the pancakes. He took in your beauty for a moment, giving a real good look at you. He took in everything about you; your messy hair that practically resembled a knot, your face free of makeup, your skimpy house clothes you only wore during hot summer nights, and your manicured hands fidgeting with your wedding band.

“Yer’ awake early today, thought ya would be sleepin’ till noon,” he stated with a light chuckle. He gently placed the eggs onto the plates, careful with his movements as to not accidentally pop the yellow bulb of yolk. He then disposed of the non-stick pan by putting it in the sink before turning to you. His calloused hands held onto your waist and pulled you close, leaving not a single centimetre of air between your bodies.

“Thank you for the breakfast, honey,” You said quietly before burrowing your face into his chest, the muscle of his pecs caressing the apples of your right cheek and your arms wrapped around his neck. He let out a soft hum, letting you know that he was aware of your gratitude. After a moment of just standing there, holding each other, you felt his plush lips places a feather-light kiss on your face. Despite being married for a while, and dating for even longer, his small actions never failed to have your cheeks heat up.

Silently, you two separated and sat in your respective seats and began eating the food your doting husband had made but not before you two softly whispered “itadakimasu”. Mornings like these were always calm and serene. Perhaps for some, it would be too quiet for comfort. However, you two enjoyed starting your day this way; with gentle affection and basking in each other’s presences. Words didn’t need to fill the silence as it wasn’t uncomfortable or awkward, you two simply just liked being around each other. Your nearly telepathic bond was indescribable, but Osamu always found himself lucky to have found someone he was so compatible with.

It didn’t take long for you two to finish your meals, as the cook always made delicious food despite how simple or basic it may be. After you two were done, you gathered up the plates and placed them in the sink. You began to wash the dishes, including the utensils that Samu had used to cook breakfast. With your back turned to him, he took the opportunity to sneak up behind you and snake his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“What’s yer plans for today, my love?” he asked you, genuinely curious since you never had concrete routines. As a housewife of sorts, you were pretty much free to do whatever you wanted.

“Well actually, I was thinking of joining you at our store. I don’t have anything to do except laundry and clean which I could always do in the evening since it doesn’t take me too long,” You responded, resisting your urge to shrug since you didn’t want to accidentally brush off his chin that rested on you.

“Are ya sure? I thought you’d want to-“

“Yes, I’m sure honey. Actually…” You began softly. Trailing off as you finished washing the last thing in the sink, which was the pan, and placing it on the drying rack. You dried off your hands on a tea towel before turning to face Samu and holding his face softly with both hands.

“I’m thinking since we are technically the store managers, what if we promote one of our employees to a manager? We’d get more free time to maybe work on opening another branch or free time in general. I know we’ve been talking about travelling too so… what do you think?” You asked sheepishly. While Onigiri Miya was the business you two started together, you always saw it as Samu’s business. For any business decision, you believed Osamu should have the final say as it was his pride and joy.

A smile spread wide on his face, trying his best not to squeal like a child due to his excitement. He peppered your face with kisses, his plump lips leaving a slight residue. You burst out laughing at his antics, only making his grin impossibly bigger. You let out a whine of annoyance, crying out that “You’re makin’ my face all sloppy ’n gross, Samu!”. He noticed a while back that you tend to speak in a way that mimicked his Kansai accent whenever you were overjoyed, and he loved every bit of it.

“Well, I was just thinking more about our future… y’know? At some point we’ll need to expand which means we can’t be the only ones running the shops, we’ll need to promote employees to manager. And in the long run, it’ll give us more free time to pursue other goals apart from the shop,” You spoke, your dulcet voice captivating him while you spoke about your future with him.

He took your left hand that resided on his cheek into his own, before bringing the velvety smooth skin closer to his face. He pressed a kiss onto the wedding band you wore, the grey diamond shining due to the rays of sun that entered through the multitude of windows in your home. He remembered you saying you wanted to have grey diamonds for your wedding bands, as it reminded you so much of his hair that caught your eye back in high school. He initially hated the idea, finding it embarrassing that it was his hair of all things that caught your attention. Now, he finds the odd request endearing, as it was a reminder of him. He remembered that you made a joke about it that he was now wrapped around your finger, literally and figuratively, and he couldn’t have agreed more.

“Thinkin’ ‘bout our future, hm sweetheart?” He asked with his tone indicating he was trying to tease of fluster you. You rolled your eyes at his childish behaviour, hitting his bare pec lightly with your palm to feign annoyance. He chuckled at your reaction before pressing a sickeningly sweet kiss onto your lips, his left hand gripping your waist securely while the other held your face gently. God, he just loved kissing you. If he could, he would never pull away from you, but alas you had to.

“I’m always thinking about our future, asshole. Before I would think about our future in terms of marrying you. Now that we’re married, I gotta think ahead. Like how we’re gonna grow old and we’ll be giving each other heart medicine,” You laughed, imagining what Samu would be like if he was old and bed ridden. He probably wouldn’t be grumpy, he never was.

“Yeah? Well I’m thinkin’ of our future too, y’know? Like near future… like startin’ a family,” He mentioned calmly, his eyes locking with your gorgeous irises to search for any sort of reaction. Your eyes gleamed, and his heart softened.

“Yeah?” You asked for confirmation, leaning in closer, your breath tickling his face.

“Yeah,” He confirmed, closing the gap between you two and kissing you delicately.

You pressed your hands against his chest, pushing him away slightly to break apart the kiss. His eyebrows were furrowed, confused at your actions.

“You need to be at the shop soon,” You replied, slight disappointment weighing heavy on your heart as you just wanted to relish in the moment.

“Ya said we should promote a manager, right? Mori is the first employee to come and I’ll tell him to open the shop using the spare hidden key. Consider this his first day as manager, he knows what to do. Right now, I’m busy gettin’ busy,”

“Oh my god, I hate you,”

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mimik-u · 4 years

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“Change Your Mind” Re-watch:

I’ve been dealing with this feeling on and off ever since I started “Diamond Days” earlier this week, but dang, I’m a little sad that I’ve reached the end of the show again. Of course, I’m excited to visit the movie again and see Future for the first time (!!!), but this episode above all really marks the end of an era. But things end and things change.

That’s the thesis of this episode anyway. And really, the nature of this beautiful show. :’)

Steven’s dream sequence is so haunting, both in terms of it explicitly showing us how Blue Diamond is currently recapitulating the very same cycles which pushed Pink away by showing us such a similar flashback from the past, but also by dredging up the horror of Pink’s memories. The idea that Steven’s gem still has access to some of his mother’s memories is used to its most visceral effect here, in which we get a nightmare heightened lens of how miserable she was, and often times, scared.

When the Diamonds stretched out their grieving hands through the cosmos and towards the world their youngest member loved, how did Rose feel to at once get a confirmation that she had been loved? Loved so powerfully that the Diamonds would try to destroy an entire planet to exact their revenge, and yet, at the same time, loved so terribly that they would never think twice about doing so, or that it took this for them to ever show it?

“This... isn’t normal. How many times did you lock her in here? How many times did you make her cry?” / “I didn’t... I... And I’m doing it again, aren’t I?” God, this exchange always undoes me. Not only is it Steven calling Blue out, but in a way, it’s him standing up for his mother, realizing what misery the Diamonds put her through and putting a name on it for Blue to recognize, contend with, and finally, accept. Blue tries to defend herself at first, but then, in the end, can’t. Because there’s no defense. There’s no excuse. And to horribly mangle a quote from Legend of Korra, by reaching that lowest point, Blue Diamond finally becomes open to the possibility of change.

It’s always so evocative to me that she collapses next to the tower window that’s at her eye level. Never explicitly stated, I think it really is implied here that Yellow and Blue have seen their fair share of this tower before, too, their trespasses of decorum excised out of them by White. In return, they tried to do the same to Pink. Cycles and cycles and cycles.

Gsleidjsneioeis, it never fails to make me laugh that Yellow is just sitting in the darkness, straddling her throne, waiting for Blue. Emo ass. I love her.

The Diamonds both look so shocked when Blue slaps Yellow’s hand away, as though neither of them can fathom, process, and believe what just happened. And yet, really, this is the climax to the schism between them that we’ve known since “That Will Be All.” They love each other—they loved Pink—but they have differed, fundamentally, on how to grapple with the pain of loving someone and losing her and existing from then on.

“When we thought Pink was shattered, when she abandoned us, I alone was there for you, and you would use your power against ME?” GO OFF, PATTI LUPONE EIEOSJSA. But this line gets me, too. Jesus. Yellow loves Blue so much.

“Didn’t we hurt Pink? She was suffering in silence for ages, just like our gems, just like me. And I know you’re suffering in silence, too.” HHHHHHH, AND THIS LINE. I think it’s significant because it’s Blue making a move we’ve rarely seen from her before—empathy. Her whole complex is that she’s been so lost in her own emotions that she forces them on everyone else, but here she does something monumental; not only does she acknowledge her own pain, but she uses it to recognize that others have been hurting, too. She and Yellow hurt Pink. (She makes herself and Yellow the agents of the action, therefore not evading the blame.) And so many of their gems have been hurt, too. Yellow has been hurting.

In her vulnerable expression that follows, it’s clear to the audience that Yellow knows her fellow Diamond’s words to be true, but she’s not ready to accept their veracity, to look inwards at the heart of her own misery. Also, help. I’m only 9 minutes into the episode.

“Does this look perfect to you?” And Yellow’s anger is stopped in its tracks. She looks immediately to Blue, literally smoking on the ground from the force of her attack. A fragment of palace crumbles emptily away. And this is the crux of the Homeworld Empire. It demands every gem, from the Diamonds downward, to sacrifice in the name of of perfection. But they’ve placed too much of an emphasis on appearance, numbers, quantity, and power, never interrogating the consequences that pursuing these ‘impressive’ entities bring: misery, hopelessness, despair.

“Stop... stop it, Blue. Stop using your power on me.” / “I’m not.” Hhhhhhhhh, I’m tender. And then, when Blue Diamond sweeps over to hold Yellow’s head?????? This is what being a Bellow Diamond fan is all about, okay rieososossnjaaj.

“You’ve made a grave mistake. Go to your rooms!” / “Uh, which rooms should we go to?” GJKHDFVHJNJJ. But yeah, White has definitely used the tower on Blue and Yellow b4.

Bismuuuuth, Lapis, Peri!!! God, I love Lapis’s outfit so much.

“Yellow and I will keep White distracted.” / Just go! Go! Hurry! She’s getting up!” Blue and Yellow know that in making this choice, they’ll face severe consequences, but still initially make the choice anyway.

And yet, Steven doesn’t let them make that choice. He doesn’t run away. Because he and this show fundamentally believe that change is effected through communication.

I still have thirty minutes of this episode left to go oskeodjsnsnsk, but now I need to symbolically talk about the Diamond mecha. It’s very on point that White’s ship can’t function if the other parts aren’t cooperating!!

The Diamonds finally expressing their vulnerabilities to the blankly staring ship is just so sad. They’re finally doing the emotional work that they’ve been neglecting for thousands upon thousands of years, and they’re almost literally meeting a wall.

“We Diamonds might be hard, but we’re also brittle.” / “I know my purpose isn’t to be happy.” Hhhhhhhhhh, these lines. The rigidity of the Diamond Authority has forced Yellow and Blue to become hard, to be unhappy. They, like all their gems, are suffering beneath the strain. Starting from the way it literally drains a planet of resources, this empire was never sustainable.

Cries bc the Diamonds are holding hands, AND THEN CRIES BECAUSE THEY’VE BEEN VIOLENTLY AND PAINFULLY PUPPETEERED.

THE FUSING MONTAGE!!! EKSSKSJ, I love how when he goes to fuse with Pearl, he does a few ballerina moves. AND I LOVE HOW 2.0 IS UNREPENTANTLY BRITISH. IT’S SO FJNNY AND RIGHT.

“AH! Steven, we fused!” She’s so happy!!!!!!!!!! Hhhh!!!!!

“I’m here. I love you.” Steven says this before fusing with Garnet, and there’s nothing else that could have ever been so fitting for a fusion who prides herself on being here and being made, so beautifully and entirely, of love.

Sunstone always looks and sounds like they’re two seconds away from breaking the 4th wall on a Sunny D commercial from the 1990s, and that’s amazing.

OBSIDIAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNN. Everything about them is FUCKING EPIC. (Also, if you haven’t listened to the S5 soundtrack yet, you need to go listen to Obsidian’s track without background noises!!!!!!! It’s so motivating! I listen to it when I’m studying sometimes!)

I’m still soft about Bismuth giving Connie her own sword. Let them b sword buddies 2k20.

BIG FYCKING LAVA SWORD!!!!

The animation on this episode is absolutely insane. God, the Crewniverse did so good.

“Poor Yellow. Her impurities absorb all the blue in her light. She’s so strong, but so weak when it comes to Blue.” 😭😭😭 What do you mean I’m still emotional over the fact that Yellow Diamond’s one perceived weakness is Blue? Hahahaha.

“Ah, and Blue. Her impurities soak up all the warmth in her spectrum. She thinks she needs you, Pink.” 😭😭😭 She needs Pink to be warm.

“But you’re a part of me, the part I always have to repress.” White doesn’t yet realize it, but this is actually her revealing her own flaw. Not only does she repress her love for Pink, but she represses her own sense of pinkness, too. So cerebral and so detached, she’s allowed herself to exist for these past 6,000+ years in the gaping maw without Pink as a being who has subjugated the entirety of her emotional expression. Just as Blue and Yellow are equals and opposites, so too, were Pink and White.

“Insecure, dependent, obsessed.” God. Another thing about White Diamond’s powers in relation to Pink is that White has the capacity to know a gem’s thoughts once she possesses them, whereas Pink was able to relate and empathize with their emotions. And indeed, that’s how Steven came to know and help the Gems’ problems over the course of the entirety of this show—through empathy, relation, compassion, and understandings, concepts so foreign to White Diamond. Simply alien.

POV: You’re Connie Maheswaran, and you have to fight a possessed bastardization of the Gem who once lovingly taught you everything you know about how to wield a sword.

White Diamond so simply and so precisely plucking Steven’s gem out of his stomach is the single most terrifying visual on this show. Jfc.

“SHE’S GONE.” The animus of the Pink Diamond gem prmordially screams the truth that White Diamond refuses to accept. Pink is gone. There’s no undoing death. There’s no separation from gem and body. There is only, just as there has always been for fourteen years, Steven.

He is not, and never will he ever be, his mother.

Oh, my God. This show.

And just as White Diamond parting Steven from his gem is the scariest moment in the show, Steven reuniting with him is the most transcendent. He laughs. He hugs himself. He dances. Because Steven Universe is entirely his own being.

And he loves himself. That is the crucial part. That is the beginning and the end and the resolution. Oh, my GOD. This show.

“I am a child. What’s your excuse?” KWIDIDOSJSKSKSISOSMA, GET HER.

Steven walking over to comfort Pink Pearl, even though he doesn’t know her, even though the only iteration he has seen of her has been her lobotomized version—forbidding and detached—is so tender.

WISOSJSJS, I know this is emotionally deep and indicative of just how ingrained their psychological complexes are that they don’t know how to deal with vulnerable expressions of emotion, but White, Yellow, and Blue being so dramatic about White blushing is honestly hilarious.

Sadie singing “Let Me Drive My Van into Your Heart” is so good, but what’s even better is that two second shot of Greg blushing listening to his song being sung. ;-;

Oh! Oh! And Barb is in the audience! Character development! Growth!

“No more hiding! No more running! No more Diamond Authority!” KWOWOEJDKDOSJSJSISSJSJ.

Lion padding up to Lars in a silent recognition that they’re the same ;-;-;-;

I think Sadie and Lars reuniting with such drastically different appearances and mindsets is simply just one of the coolest ways this show has come full circle. This show’s about everyone changing. Look at these two. Look at where they started, and now, where they’ve begun again.

Genuinely crying at the last few shots of the show again. Oh, my GOD. The pure, unmitigated joy. Nephrite and Steven. Bismuth and Biggs. Garnet and Pearl. Jasper and Amethyst. The Diamonds.

This show really is about love and forgiveness and healing, y’all. 😭😭😭😭

AND THEN THEY COMPLETE THE SHOT FROM THE INTRO. I AM UNWELL. IT’S 8AM.

This show, in every sense of the word, is a miracle.

Thank you, Crewniverse for this comet of epic proportions.

#steven universe #blue diamond #yellow diamond #bellow diamond #white diamond #pink diamond #garnet #Pearl #amethyst #connie maheswaran #s: steven universe #mimiku #long post #I am EMOTIONAL

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alias-b · 4 years

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Nothing Lasts Forever.

Summary. The town of Derry changes people. Sends them running away. What it draws in is arguably worse. Humans create the hate and evil monsters come to feed off of. Eleanor Baker knew that well at a young age when she stumbled upon a painted figure in the distance. Pennywise never forgot the girl without fear. It’s possible that they haunted each other.

AN: I take no responsibility for this. Me flexing some horror and hopelessness bc I have nothing left to lose here. Wrote this to work through some things and sorta in love with it. TW: Should be obvious. Trauma. CSA mention. Abuse. S*xual references. G*re. S*icidal thoughts. Death. Pennywise F*cks and it’s canon. Sorry, Mr. King.

Pennywise x OC Eleanor Baker ~ Also on my ao3

They say she saw It first.

They say she smelled the circus. Sugary sweet and the rusting of metal.

They say she heard the bells toll soft. Once. Twice for her.

They say she felt no fear.

A branch cracked under pristine shoes, distracting a clown in the midst of hunt. The prey; small and blue eyed, barely five years old, ran into safe arms where their family set up camp for a weekend by the lake.

Body twisting around, It saw her last. Six years old. Curious green eyes shimmered even under grey skies. Pigtails. Feet behind her, father was hunched over to change a tire with mother beckoning from the window. Pulled over to the side of the road near a Derry forest. The Baker family. Well known and beloved because they had money.

“Eleanor. You’ll ruin your new shoes. We can’t be late for your recital. It’s going to rain!” Mother’s voice went under heard. Leaves rustled while the clown made a path to slink toward her. Her lips parted, eyes fixated and unblinking. Yellow eyes faded to baby blue like the pretty jewels her mother wore. Safe.

They were face to face. Drool dripped to hit her once untouched shoes. Those bejeweled eyes surged from that delicate blue back to a hungry orange, glowing brighter and yet he smelled nothing.

She had no scent. No fear. A deep, wide nothing. Vast as the ocean could reach. There was no advancing, no will to bring forth the deadlights. She’d probably think they were pretty stars watching over her. Cinderella wishing for a fairy godmother and a prince to whisk her away. He could only watch her make an utter fool of him. Somehow that charmed.

“Eleanor, now!” Came the shout from her father. A drop of red emerged from the trees. Shiny and terrible. “Where did you get that?”

A red balloon skimmed against the breeze.

“From the clown.” She said, getting into the car. “He gave it to me.”

“Enough playing around, Nell.” Father pressed her inside. The grip was lost along the tangled string. That spot of blood floated up toward the endless sky. Became a floating star too. She wished to float with it.

Eleanor danced her little heart out. Prima Ballerina in the making. Perfection was not everything, it was the only thing. She gazed into the audience beyond the balmy stage lights. Rows and rows of orange eyes. Glowing into her. No fear to be cast. Not for any of them. This world didn’t deserve it.

She saw It again that same week. When they attended a big family reunion. Picnic and all. And her uncle pulled her into the closet full of coats and old board games that were gathering dust. He called this a game too. A secret game.

After he’d decided the game was over, a pang snatched his heart to squeeze. Gushing. Eleanor saw those glowing eyes from the shadows. Thought for a moment it was the old cat who roamed the grounds.

Her uncle asked for help with no breaths left. Tore her frilly dress clutching at her. Hit the hardwood with a finishing crack. Blood pooled.

Nell didn’t want it to stain her shoes or Mother would be upset.

That white face bent down toward her. Spine curving to push out against skin. Utterly inhuman.

“Can you smell the circus, Nelly?” Painted lips full of clustering teeth rumbled. She blinked. White cheeks threatened to tear open with the grin curling.

“Yes.”

Little, pretty bells chimed in the ruffles of his garment as he laughed. Soft and sweeter than any sound in this world.

"Who are you?"

"Pennywise. The dancing clown." He caught her looking at the body behind his feet.

Big eyes full and empty.

“Oh, don’t worry about him, he won’t float.” The clown paused. “You’re a little wonder, aren’t you?”

She said nothing to that.

“Go on, grow and see if the world devours you. Tumble back to the weeds where I'll find you again.” His own curiosity was a growing sickness. This fragile human. Unbreakable.

The thing about Pennywise was he never considered himself the villain. He only came to feed when that evil and hatred humans brought this world was potent. Natural order. Clockwork. Wolves feed on sheep. The worlds spun on.

Predators tore into prey, he wouldn’t apologize for that. He didn’t create the hatred, just fed from it. Didn't stop it either. Little dash of fear did a body good. Gave it a sweeter taste.

Fear was painfully human. A trait that tore us open to display the soft underbelly because it betrayed us down to the core. Granted us something to overcome. A test of endurance. Truly let our true colors pour fresh and obscene. Beautiful. Even when it overcame.

Pennywise gave her head a pat, leaned down to whisper into her ear.

“I see into your blackest heart of hearts, Nelly, deep down you’ll know. You'll always know.”

The door opened. Tiny footsteps away from the dark and the figure there always watching her. Like the stars above in a black sky.

“You’ll know.”

Eleanor walked downstairs. Out into the sunny day full of festivities and family. Asked her aunt for another piece of cake. Frosted with yellow buttercream flowers. They discovered her uncle in that closet at the same time the flies found him too.

They found the cloth clutched into his meaty, stiff hand and began to ask questions. She didn’t want to talk about the secret games he played when she was in that house. They sent a bolt of thunder rattling into her brain. Unraveled the synapses.

Her mother burned the cloth. Vowed to never speak of it in hopes she would forget. Children forgot things all the time.

Nell never forgot. Not for a moment. Not her uncle or her festering relatives who seemed to easily put her in the back of their memories.

She wanted them to always remember too. If anything, they owed her that much.

The pictures her mind fleshed out with crayons were not what children should be drawing. Twisted bodies sometimes. Other days, it was those eyes. Molten lava. Mother and father decided this wasn’t something they could deal with. Seeing her looking so still and motionless around the house like a ghost was too much. Knowing they failed their daughter was just too much. A lock clicked.

They put her in a place that watched over mistakes of all ages from rich families. Paid it well. They told Eleanor it wasn’t her fault and yet, she was the one locked away in a tower for it. She was the one ignored and doped up.

Ten years and she gave them nothing. Years of homeschooling. Counseling. Medications. Years of sticking her tongue out to swear she’d swallowed her pills. Years of giving them nothing. No laughter or tears. She never hurt a fly and she was the monster.

Sometimes, it was easier to become the monster they wanted, she supposed.

Eleanor got out and married the first man who smiled at her. Called her pretty. Just to be away from mother and father. They’d rot in the weeds soon enough. The rest of her family dwindled. Terrible accidents. She vowed to never reproduce to spite them.

Husband played games too when dinner wasn’t just right or when she dressed just a little against his wishes. Seven miscarriages. Too many broken promises. A car accident pulled his body apart. Left her with some money to return home.

Mother and father needed her now, sick and dying in their lavish beds. Life always went on in Derry. Father went still snug in his tomb a month later. Few more weeks and mother’s harsh insults became apologies.

This girl she ignored was all she had left.

“Nell, I hope you can forgive us.” Her mother croaked one day.

“You’re free to do that, mama.” She’d turned and came to sit on the bed.

“Do what, my dear?”

“Hope.” Eleanor tucked some brittle hair from mother’s face. Made room for the pillow she pushed into place. Eight minutes and it was over. Twenty seven years and members of her family dropped like flies. She told herself it was a curse. Or fate.

Bloodlines dying had never been so beautiful. Not built to last forever. Not at all. There was justice in that much.

Both Eleanor’s parents became ashes in two ornate urns. She drove them out to the Barrens and poured them into the festering waters. Stinking of Derry’s rotten bowels. Wind swept. Picking up green and brown leaves. Wading the waters to give them some appearance of peace.

Nell didn’t smell the stink of death. She smelt the circus. Hot buttery popcorn and cotton candy. Twang of metal from the old, rusted rides whirling all directions. A child’s laughter echoed out from the giant pipe ahead. Covered in sludge and moss.

She followed the lively sounds. Enticed. No long holding to this world. Another one awaited. It always had. Marked with two glowing orange eyes.

Reminded her of the lights twinkling every Halloween. Jack-o-lanterns you couldn’t blow out before midnight because it was against the rules and would bring you bad luck.

Through watery rot and dead leaves, Nell went into the pipes. Caught glimmers of light between cracks. Felt her way. Heard the uttering of the seven children she lost beckoning her home.

Down.

Ruined her clothes in the trance. Clawing for more because the world couldn’t hope to deliver. Into a massive nest with a skylight. Candlelight danced. She heard the trill of a music box until the room came alive. Whirled from rust and rot to marble and gold.

Prettier than her wedding day. A church with decorated pews of red taffeta. White roses hanging from every corner. Petals crying into the cherry wood floors.

A man smiled at her who wasn’t Husband. Sharp, brooding face. Swept brown locks slicked like Clark Gable. Pink lips curled and crystalline eyes gave a twinkle. A white suit and one red rose at his breast.

She came to him when he reached. Body heavier because a dress dragged behind her. Full skirt of those same delicate white roses. Tight bodice that twinkled under candlelight. Nell smiled too. Utterly lost and found all at once in this room that smelled like decadent caramel apples.

A gloved hand curled into hers.

“Am I dead?” She asked.

“Oh, yes. For twenty seven years now. You wandered the Earth. But, you're home now.” That voice. All shivers. Chilling until the candles started to snuff out. “That was not life, Nelly. You existed by a thread.”

“Nelly.” She mused in her deepest dream of dreams. The hate and the neglect and the sheer evil brought by humans who were supposed love and protect instead tore her soul far asunder.

The man leaned in near her hair. Inhaled.

“Nothing. Even still.” He recounted the memories. All those times he tried and failed to devour her. “Little wonder.”

"Pennywise." She puffed, barely audible.

“I watched you dance. All those years. You can dance down here too in the dark."

Nell realized as he brought her out for a romantic spin. She’d been seeking him out all her life. All the decay and twisting vines in her soul. Begging to just cross over and stop this pain. But, he wouldn’t finish it because she had no fear. So she danced until the room began to peel. He wiped his cheek on one sleeve. Peachy makeup smeared the fabric to display that red smile upon white skin.

She pushed off him. Watched blood rain and melt the rest of it away. This place. A nest. A stomach. A pile of trash and metal twisted up toward the sky. Gouging. Figures floating around it. Waiting. Sleeping soundly because evil couldn’t touch them anymore. At the very least. They fueled something brand new.

No cry. No scream. Nell succumbed. Stumbling back into a worn mattress as the clown crawled up toward her at some inhuman speed. Slapped his hands on either side of her head. They just breathed.

Existed together in one space.

Sometimes good and bravery didn’t blossom from overcoming fear. Sometimes you still wanted to die because enduring a lifelong ache was not growth. It just hurt. There was power in it, but it fucking ached.

It burned. Plenty of things in her life burned. The scorn of her parents. Her uncle's games. The rotten nurses tossing her around. Husband's hands indenting skin.

But, Pennywise didn’t. He just showed up to watch the fires grow hot and breathless into a black sky. The terrible view was still a breathtaking thing. Something shattering to become a supernova. Rebirth.

Enduring pain was worth it. That sick curiosity that there was something more to life. It was worth it. So, fight. Endure. Ache. Be human while you have the chance in an inhuman world because it needs you.

Gloves opened her dress. Tore layers of tulle and chiffon. Slashed silk. Hands pressed against his chest. Not pushing or pulling. Just holding. Shifting over thick, stitched cotton. Ruffles swayed. She felt a heart beat so hard there under her palm.

He was alive. Something brand new. Not of this world.

“Am I like you?” She begged finally. Years of searching and asking why. He stopped to see her green eyes. Glowered. One blue, one orange.

“Not yet.” Was the truest answer he could form. Fingers gripped his fabric sleeves. Twisted just to hold onto something tangible for the first time in all her existence. Alive at last in this place. Water droplets echoed distantly. “You cannot last forever. Nothing lasts forever.”

Except love, she thought. Except desire.

Pennywise seemed to hear it even still. Felt the truth of it carve out his heart that was still beating powerfully. Profoundly.

Something flayed her open. Pushed inside. Made her moan deliciously until two gloved fingers touched her mouth. Bodies connecting. Moving together.

There were hands everywhere. Stroking soft caresses up and down her naked flesh. It felt like a million little pieces of candlelight were swirling up her body. Those same orbs that had been following her around for too many years shined behind his eyes. Resonated. Beautiful.

She made out parts of him between thumps. Orange hair. Pristine paint. His mouth on her skin. A heart that was pumping vigorously. Low rumbling growls. Nell felt she’d been starved all her life and was finally feeding. Finally letting the ache flood out that she’d held onto for too long. Finally alive. Feeling. Deep down and drawing in it.

Her voice came to beg for more of him. Hands grasping to touch him back. To delve into this earth and just feel. He touched her everywhere. Lips and neck. Down her breasts. Between spread legs.

The combined sensations made her cry out for him to never stop. A gloved hand on her jaw brought their eyes together. Hot, wet touch. Boiling. The peak shattered them both. Nell fell to shuddering pieces. Curved up. Moaning and shameless. Weight fell into her body so lips could touch her own. Once. Just once while they were warm.

Pennywise lifted off fully to see her eyes. Inhaled again and got what he’d sought too. Years and it was finally there.

Those green eyes glimmered at him. A waft of sweet candied apples bubbled with heat. Fear. Clear as a crystal, dewy morning. It was the most beautiful thing in the world.

There was finally something found that could be lost. Something she sought out and held and hoped for.

And the fear of losing it was almost too much to bear.

One gloved finger caught a tear that trickled out from the corner of her eyes.

“Please.” She said, unable to find much else. Like she wanted him and nothing else for the rest of these long days. Do it. Just do it. Nell’s hand lifted. Gentle fingers drew lines along his face. "Pennywise. Please."

It was a soft prayer.

He lunged down. Sunk teeth into her tender neck. Tore the scream out before she could hope to give it. Nell choked there. Made an odd sound like she was laughing. It bubbled. Claws grew out from those gloves. Shoved forth into her raging heart.

A squelch.

Her lips were still upturned when it was done. Green eyes pointed on him. Peaceful and bloodied. Naked under the moonlight. Dripping rubies.

He tossed his head back and wailed. Teeth sharp and bared. Bloodied. Lost. A shattering sound that bent time and space apart. Pennywise plucked her up. Climbed high and vast to the very top of the twisting pile. Watched the dead children float like little falling stars. Something to make wishes upon. Peaceful for only a second in this life.

He placed her there in a sheer drape. Closed her eyes. Let the deadlights swelter above them. Spinning all directions.

A scar thickened.

Three days passed. The deadlights danced high and wide. Fluttering like a swarm of butterflies. The world spun on a new axis. Pennywise sat below upon his stage. Curved over in wait. Marble statue.

A low rumble like a purr erupted. Dainty feet came to him with a newfound grace. Little dancer. Deadly ballerina all porcelain and blushed. Blood red shoes made soft taps across the stage.

A white hand touched his shoulder. His little wonder. Bells tolled distantly three times.

“Can you smell the circus?” Her voice poured white hot. Purring louder so he'd feel it vibrate his own chest.

Lips curled wide. Split. Pennywise rose to see her in the light. Perfection. Those green eyes shimmering like emeralds. Haunted. Totally alive and willing.

“Yes.” He hissed. Cupping her face to see the angles. Not ruining the permanent brushstrokes that came with her rebirth. “Yes, I do.” A bond struck.

I do. I promise. We'll float. Always.

Nell smiled to match him. Totally and irrevocably his equal. A pulse of light drew them together. She granted him a single kiss, tasting candied. A new horror in this world hungry for the evil it would always bring.

“We were built to last forever.”

#pennywise #pennywise x oc #pennywise imagine #mine #writing

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lunarrwolf · 4 years

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black butterflies [colby brock]

fandom: sam and colby/traphouse

pairing: colby x self

word count: 2,209

part(s): one two three

summary: after a prank gone wrong, colby and his friends meet another youtuber during her meet and greet in hopes it will cheer her up

A/N: this is a self-insert because it’s a fic that was started for my own personal pleasure. it was supposed to be shared last year on my fan account after a poll was done but never was bc i ended up not feeling ready to do so. i figured since i‘m ready to share it now, it would be best to do it here since it’s pretty detailed

THREE

By the time the pair reached their hotel on the west coast, the sky was significantly brighter than back home. While she loved the city that she frequently visited, she had to admit when the airplane reached its destination that Boston did not compare to the view that graced her. Palm trees, beaches and sunny skies greeted the two friends as they descended toward the runway of LAX that afternoon. Even the drive to the west coast Marriott location was a sight for sore eyes as the scenery blurred by with dozens of people walking the sidewalks and hundreds of restaurants and stores lining the street. Aiden won the competition of who could connect their music to the car’s stereo the fastest, playing indie music the whole ride. When they actually checked into the building, the walk and elevator ride consisted of a playful argument about who was going to get which bed. That was figured out quickly as Kirsy set her stuff on the floor of the shared room before throwing herself on the one next to the window.

After settling and calming themselves down, the close friends talked about what they could do first. However, she wasn’t feeling up to exploring right away. They’d only landed the night before and were now three hours behind their usual time. Jet lag wasn’t really at play since the difference didn’t mean much to someone who rarely slept anyway, but exhaustion was another thing entirely. The whole early morning was spent laying underneath the sheets

“You can’t lay here all day.”

“I beg to differ.” She rolled on her stomach from facing the ceiling, coming eye to eye with the rising musician. His hands were placed on his waist as he stared you down, to which she paid no mind because that was just how their relationship worked. “I just want to lay here in a room with an air conditioner and fantasize about people who don’t know I exist.”

Knowing exactly who she meant, Aiden raised an eyebrow, shifting his weight on one leg as he raised an eyebrow at her. “Please - that’s a cliche story that isn’t going to get you out of today’s plans.” The older of the two placed himself against the bed across from her, taking his hat off of his head to chuck it at the girl’s face. She let out a whine, sending him a glare that would send a fraction of shivers going on anyone else’s spine. The bemusement on the young man’s face was clear as day; they were in a busy city with long beaches and awe-striking sights and all she wanted to do was mope around on her phone.

He was going to have none of it.

It didn’t matter that one of their companions quit on them and the channel - this trip was about moving on, starting new chapters and showing everyone that she wasn’t as devastated as she made herself look on camera the other day. While he hadn’t known her as long, they were almost inseparable, and watching her delve into the nerves of walking around without the redhead was something he never thought he’d see. His friend needed someone to slap her out of this misery and drag her back into the world she lived in now; one of adventure and expanding the lack of social horizons. “Get your ass up, we’re going out.”

“What-” She glanced over at him, exasperation in her tone. “We landed in the state twelve hours ago. What exactly do you want to do at this hour?”

“It’s what I don’t want to do, and that’s be stuck in here until we have the meet and greet. Which is in a few hours,” he reminded her. He crossed the small room to fish the room key out of the side of his bag, glancing back to find her sitting up with a neutral expression on her face. He side swept her copy of the card onto the bed he gained in the race to the shared room, “Your body knows nothing about being put to rest for more than five hours. I’m sure it doesn’t register that you’ve changed time zones, so you have enough energy to be proactive.”

Kirsy stared at her friend blankly, shoving her hands in the pocket of her hoodie. She peeked down at the white and green piece of plastic sitting on the comforter, tempting her to join in on exploring the city. Which is what she should be doing, anyway.

For years, her mind had been plagued in the best way possible with dreams and manifestations of how her life would be if she was ever able to afford residency in California. The sandy beaches, clear skies, endless list of activities and shops, and modern beauty of such a popular location always drew her in. The plan was to save up and find a place with Casey, so ensuing on a trip that her eccentric friend insisted on doubling as an apartment search was tough for her. She got over situations very quickly - the events that unfolded about one week before were already shoved in the back of her mind as unnecessary but moral filled fog. People were harder to be rid of in the recesses. If someone was dear to her, she could live on as if they weren’t, though it wouldn’t be the case on the inside. Going out and enjoying herself didn’t sit right with the part of her that was stuck with the friendship that had a questionable ending.

The young adult kept an eye on the twenty-two year old as she seemed to be contemplating what she was going to do. He was going to drag her out to the elevator and out the doors either way. Still, it would be much more enjoyable of a break from reality if she was one hundred willing to partake in the adventure.

“How long are we staying again?” She looked up, meeting his gaze.

“I think four days. Unless we find a place, then we agreed to stay longer to sort everything out.”

“Okay.” With a defeated sigh she picked up the key and turned around to grab the small backpack she was able to carry on the flight over. Making her way to where Aiden patiently stood, she placed a small hand on his shoulder. “Let’s go find you a boyfriend, then.”

He shook his head, letting out an exasperated sigh that only received a grin in response before they opened the door.

“I’m pretty sure this counts as stalking.” The brunette looked over the shorter figure, giving him a look that the slightly older male dismissed with a gesture of surrender. “All I’m saying is that checking her story is a step above what a normal person would do.”

“You’re not normal.” He retorted, his previously blonde friend agreeing with no problem.

“I would hope not,” Sam exclaimed, putting his hands in the pockets of his denim jacket as he smiled at his exasperated friend, “it’s kind of my whole brand.”

Colby couldn’t come up with a clever comeback. Since seeing that the vlogger and streamer had landed, he’d been dragging his friends around the local spots of Downtown Los Angeles. The anxiety that riddled him was as much of a positive aspect as it could have been - it matched the feeling their subscribers and community members would react at their own chances of meeting the group of four boys and the girlfriends of three of them. He knew how much he was acting out of character, and yet he didn’t care. Both parties had been admiring the other for months at a time without notice. Well, he noticed hers because everything she had came from the makings of a fan account she created for him and his friends. The lack of responses and her comments and work being drowned out by the millions of other fans gave her the impression that he never saw her past being another face, even after her own social media standing took off.

Taking the past three years into consideration benefited both ends of this infatuation. After proving successful in her journey when able to attend a convention the year before, she hoped having the platform would bring more attention to her rising brand so she could get the chance to embarrass herself in person.

It was the opposite for Colby.

All he’d wanted since realizing he was starting to experience the way a lot of fans felt towards any member of the housemates was a chance to meet her face to face. Maybe the way she affected him was because her own emotions manifested onto him whenever he skimmed a caption on one of her editing account’s uploads or read some of the posts she would put up on social media about him. Surely that was the explanation for all of this.

Everyone knew he was tired of trying to find the person he was meant to be with in girls from the Bay Area. No one he’d ever been attracted to or tried to start a relationship with in his years of living here had shown potential. Los Angeles was a palace for people who did a lot of stunts and acted a certain way to get where they wanted to go in life, and that included who they would get involved with. It became too hard too quickly for him to figure out the intentions of the few he tried to get to know romantically, and so he gave up on dating in this part of the country. Part of him did anticipate that if it wasn’t going to be someone he would see on the internet or the feed of any social media accounts, it would be someone from the family they’d all built over time. It would be a girl that’s watched their videos and been with them for a while and knew the guys well enough just by observing and enjoying the content they were given. It was nerve racking to think that the person he should really be with was a fan, as they would all categorize themselves as. So since he started being the one to keep an eye out for announcements and new content when it came to Kirsy, it wasn’t that he didn’t want to believe it - he just couldn’t.

How would this girl who proclaimed herself a fangirl half the time - a girl who photoshopped images, created videos and made storylines for everyone to read - possibly be the one who took his heart and made it beat such a way? It just didn’t make sense.

Yet here he was, blindly following her updates along with any other local subscriber of hers to see if she would be going anywhere he could bump into her, his friends following along because they knew what was going on and wanted to be there for support. Having known him since they were in their early teenage years, Sam had every inch of how his best friend reacted to liking someone planted in his brain. He mapped out the stages in his head when Colby started talking about the ‘new YouTuber that looked familiar and he could have sworn she went to their tour or passed by them at an event’. When those stages started to ring true, he filled in their other roommates who started to notice the constant mention of her name as well. They’ve all been there for him, hoping that he would just admit he fell for someone he’d never personally met or spoken to before.

One of the taller members of the foursome looked between the more sane companions, wanting to help their friend keep the confidence they all knew he had. “We should invite her and her friend to the Love For Hire party this weekend. She’s going to be here around then, right?”

Colby brought his attention to Jake, his curiosity peaking at the mention of their new boyband. They all met their girlfriends at parties, didn’t they? At least - that’s the way it was perceived in his head when the moments began to blur together. It seemed the connections for all of them were made when they all met the nights of, and that’s what he wanted. Perhaps the fact that the trio of couples all met for the first time at one of the Traphouse’s parties made him much more superstitious than he wanted or expected to be. Going to a small event meant for local fans of another content creator and using it to meet her himself right before they all invited her to their house for a party? How much of an ideal was that?

The more he thought about it as they walked down the sidewalks beside the beach, the more ridiculous he sounded. So what if this wasn’t an ideal situation? If whatever it was he felt was genuinely reciprocated, then he would approach it head on and take the risk of wooing someone from his creator community. If not, then he would have to learn to deal with that.

Although, something told him that all of this overwhelming emotion would be worth it.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #310

“i get pretty just to fuck my face up.”

Do you have a clock in your room? No. What book, movie, TV show, or video game have you been wanting to start up? I *want* to read The Testaments by Margaret Atwood, but I care more about reading Wings of Fire, so I probably realistically won't for a long time. I don't read enough for that; Sutherland will surely keep pumping out books in the series so I'll never catch up, haha. As for a movie, I've been interested in seeing Jacob's Ladder for a very long time; it served as a very large influence on the Silent Hill series, and boy, anyone who brings up video games in front of me knows SH is my SHIT. I also just know I'm bound to like it with how essentially legendary it is in the psychological horror genre, which is my favorite. Onto TV show, I'm not certain. Shows don't really interest me. I would like to keep watching A:TLA w/ Sara, but "start up" implies beginning something new, so. Lastly, video games. There are a LOT of games I want to play, but yeah, I have no operational gaming console above a PS2. I'm dyinnnngggggg to play a ton of PS4 remasters (namely the original Spyro the Dragon trilogy and SoTC), but as for a fresh game I've never experienced, Ico, which is from the same producers of Shadow of the Colossus. It's an old game, and Mom's bought it off of Ebay for me twice, but neither disc worked - they froze only minutes into the game. It's hella expensive in new condition though because of its age... so who knows when I'll actually get to play it. Do you put anything else on your grilled cheese sandwiches? Just butter. Have you ever read a book in a different language? I've read some simple fairy tales as well as the play Faust in German courses. Do you want to go to the Harry Potter theme park at Universal? I have no connection with the franchise, but I mean, I'd go if you're paying, haha. If you had a secret room in your house, how would you decorate it? I'm trying to think what kind of room I'd keep a secret... Ha, actually, IF my love of tarantulas expands so largely to having dozens (which I doubt, but I acknowledge the possibility once I get my own place), a room kept on the down low to others just for them would be pretty cool. Imagine someone not knowing they're sharing a house with like, a hundred Ts, haha. As for actual decor, I'm unsure. I'd definitely keep it generally dark for them as nocturnal creatures, maybe with some Halloween decorations, like lots of fake webbing and neon green or orange lights. Man... that sounds dope. What did you get your dad for his last birthday? I couldn't buy him anything, nor did I actually make anything since I didn't know what to create. I just told him happy birthday, of course. Do any of your relatives live in another country? No. Are you claustrophobic? In some spaces, yes. Ever seen Blair Witch? Without spoilers, you know "that part" near the end? Yeah, if you've seen it, you know. That would be a fucking NIGHTMARE for me. Even watching it made me squirm. When grocery shopping, do you usually buy brand names or store brand? With most items anyway, we just get the store brand bc we cheap. Around what time do you usually eat dinner? Generally between 5:30-6:30 nowadays. Do you have any clothing that you get dry cleaned? No. Do you like foods with coconut in it? Eugh, not a coconut fan. I don't hate it as much as I used to, but I still don't like it. Have you ever researched your family history? No, but some past relative researched our family tree. Have you ever had surgery that kept you in the hospital for over a day? No. Do you like carrots more if they’re raw, or cooked? I hate carrots. Did you play with Legos as a kid? Nah, I was more into Lincoln Logs. Which bothers you more… spelling mistakes or bad grammar? It really depends on the severity and simplicity of the spelling or grammar rule. Grammatical misuse of "there/their/they're" stand out very strongly to me, though. Have you ever bought anything off of eBay? Yeah, a good number of things. Is anybody in your family schizophrenic? If so, what is their life like? I have a scizophrenic half-sister that I've never met, so I couldn't tell you. How organized is your mind? How do you know it's organized/disorganized? My mind is running Windows '98 with multiple windows and even more tabs open, all of them not responding. :^) Why do you follow the religion that you do? I don't follow one. My personal religious journey was a train wreck liberating to jump off of. Do you feel superior to others because you're that religion? I don't care if you're atheist, Christian, Buddhist, Islamic, whatever - you are by no means superior to another person in any way just because you believe different things happen once you die. If you do, it's time for some introspection. Are you a blind believer, or do you frequently challenge your own beliefs? Seeing as I went from Catholic to Christian to briefly Neo-Pagan-ish to what I am now, just believing there's some higher power/knowledge and some form of sentience after death, I obviously challenge them. What's the greatest thing about science? Life itself. This universe, this planet, your state of just knowing is a product of science, and that's pretty damn beautiful. Are you emotional or very stolid? I know I'm too emotional. I'm trying to get better about it. Do your siblings look like you? To a degree, but not NEARLY as much as they look like each other. Ashley and Nicole have been mistaken multiple times in their lives and even asked if they're twins. How many states have you lived in? Just this shitty one. How many states have you traveled through/vacationed in? Traveled through, a whole lot. Up and down the east coast. I've stayed in New York, Florida, Ohio, Illinois, South Carolina briefly, and I think possibly Michigan as a baby. Which state was/is your favorite? I don't know. Not NC, haha. You have two weeks alone in any place in the world; where would you go? Alone? Um... I dunno. I'd get lonely through two weeks in absolute isolation. How old were you when you first moved out of your parents' home? I want to say I was 18 when I briefly "moved in" with Jason and our roommates. Did you ever have to move back in? Yeah; the apartment didn't last very long. None of us were ready. How old were you when you thought you were "in love" for the first time? I was in love at 16. I'd fight God literally for eternity to prove that fact. How many exterior doors are in your home? Two, or maybe three, depending on your outlook. We have like this deck in the back with a roof and mesh separating you from the outside, and then you properly go into the yard from the door beyond that. How many cars have you owned? I myself, none. How many email accounts do you have? Ummmm my very first one I misspelled, so I didn't use it long before making a new one with the correct spelling, then later I had no choice but to make a Gmail to use YouTube, and I know I've had at least one email specifically for school. I'm probably forgetting some other oldies I used for small things. What was the last movie you watched alone? The Shining. What (if any) one television program do you watch religiously every day/week? None. What (if any) is your favorite sport? Dance. Scoff at that shit and then try one dance session and tell me it's not one. What is your favorite musical? None. Have you ever seen a live opera production? No. Dressing up for an evening out: Pants or skirt? Pants. I don't show my legs. What do you currently hear right now? I'm listening to Dance With the Dead's "The Man Who Made a Monster." I LOVE the aesthetic of synthwave and rock mixed together, but the only problem I have with this song is that it's very repetitive. Still stuck in my head though, haha. What type of survey do you refuse to take? I'm not into bolding surveys, specifically. Do you like to run? bitch fuck no Do you think you could run the mile in 10 minutes? Zero chance. What was the longest movie you watched? Hm, I don't remember... It's faintly there in my head, I just can't identify it... Have you ever been to a job interview? Well yeah. Who was the last person to call you? My psychiatrist. Now that I'm doing the partial hospitalization program again, he calls once a week. When was the last time you talked to your last ex boyfriend? Uhhh I think around the start of this month? Missed him and felt like chatting for a bit. Is your dog mixed or full? I don't have a dog, buuuut... we're getting one soon! I'm quite sure she's a mutt. What was the last thing you and your mother did together? 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You have to essentially drag me to go do it. I don't have a good reason other than I don't want to, lol. What was the last thing you bought over 5 dollars? I put down the deposit on my tattoo. c: Do you have any mag subscriptions? No. What is something you're not scared of but a lot of people are? Snakes are probably the highest on the list. I adore snakes, all snakes. Would you ever have a threesome? No; I'm strictly monogamous and to me would be cheating even if your partner was in on it. Are you an U.S. citizen? Yep. Do you have any step siblings? I have a stepbrother, yeah, but I don't see him as my brother, honestly. He's a very quiet and reclusive guy I've had almost no conversations with, and they've only ever been short. Do they annoy you? Nah, he's fine. How many times a day do you talk to your mom on the phone? Well, we live together... What did you wear yesterday? The same pjs I'm in now. I'm changing when I take a shower later. The tank top is a Day of the Dead-esque skull pattern, while the pants are mostly navy with skulls and candy can crossbones that say "nice until proven naughty" arching over and beneath them. They were a Christmas gift from my sis and are really soft and comfortable. Really don't care that it's now out of season, I wear them anyway. I do not match colors AT ALL, but again, I don't care. What color straightener do you have? We don't have one; neither Mom or I use one. Do you listen to music really loud or really low? Turn that shit up LOUD. I'll be nearly deaf one day, but... worth it? lol Do you live with anybody other than your siblings and your parents? No. Both my sisters have moved out. I'm still here because I'm just not emotionally or financially equipped to live on my own yet. Who was your last crush? I still like my best friend, but agree with her that right now isn't the time for anything. How many tattoos do you have? Currently only six. :( What is your favorite thing to do? Car rides with Mom while I ride passenger, controlling the music nice and loud with my iPod. It's odd, considering I'm very afraid of being on the road, but it's just such a freeing, wild feeling to blare music and just go, letting your mind wander. How many pets do you own? I only have a cat and a snake right now, but we're getting a dog hopefully very soon, preferably today actually when Mom has to go to the appropriate city for her normal check-up to keep her cancer at bay. Her name is Vanna and sounds so perfect for us. Mom can barely wait. Are you close with your parents? Yes, very, Mom especially. Where do you shop the most for your clothes? Hot Topic or Wal-Mart. I'd really like more stuff from Rebel's Market; they have such a wide range of stuff that just scream my aesthetic. I got my purse from there, and it's fantastic quality and so cool-looking. Have you ever read a whole series of books? Well, one trilogy that I remember: Shiloh. I adored those books and the movies. I got very, very deep into Warriors by Erin Hunter, but then my interest in reading waned, and I'm immensely behind. I don't think I'll pick it up again, but I've thought briefly about it. When you tell someone you love them do you mean it? Yes. Are you going to walk at your graduation or just pick your diploma up? I walked. Do you ever eat anything everybody else thinks is gross? Hm, perhaps. I'd have to think for a while. What did you do for your last birthday? I just ate pizza at home with my one sister that was free that day, Mom, and a family friend, as well as opened presents. What do you plan on doing for your 18th birthday? I don't recall, but I think that may have been when I was in the psych hospital. Or was that my 21st? I don't remember. Do you have to type with good grammer? Yes. I type pretty much exactly how I talk. What is your favorite quote? It's hard to pick one singular favorite. Are you allowed to cuss in front of your parents? Dad could care less, but I try to limit myself with Mom, especially with "fuck." She's not a fan, nor does she like if I just swear too much in front of her. Like she won't yell at me or anything, she just makes it clear she wants me to stop. How long was your last phone conversation? Just a couple minutes. I didn't get the Zoom link to group therapy one day and let the place know. Turns out their email was fucking up. Which one of your friends annoy you? The family friend I mentioned a few questions above has the ability to be incredibly aggravating. I love her, but she has zero issue with inserting herself into everything (and sometimes we just don't want to see her), and she voices incredibly rude opinions literally no one asks for a whoooole lot. She's got a strong tendency to try to take control over every situation. Her being our landlord now makes it harder to speak up, and besides, no one wants to hurt her feelings. Don't be mistaken though, she truly is an incredible person with a heart more caring than probably any person I know. Have you ever lost a close friend to death? No, thank fuck. I mean, I think. I do believe one of my childhood online friends committed suicide because of sexual abuse from her own fucking brother, but I guess I'll never know. She was talking to me one night horribly depressed and scared and then just vanished. Bless her, I loved her. Do you know someone who suffers from addiction? Yes. Do you have a lot of pictures in your room? Tons of posters and artwork, anyway. I currently don't have any photographs, but I got this shadowbox thing for my bday to decorate with pictures of Teddy so I can use it in my "tribute shrine" or whatever for him, and I'd also like to frame the picture of Sara's and my first hug and maybe put it on my bedside table. Do you have Facebook? Yeah, I do. Have you ever found a dog/cat on the side of the road? I myself, no, but a friend's mom did find two poor kittens thrown aside in a fucking plastic bag... Some people are abominable. Knowing how much my family loved cats, she reached out to us, and we took them in and named them Aphrodite and... I can't remember the other's name. She disappeared kinda early. Aphrodite wound up being one of my most beloved cats and was even the mother of a kitten that same family adopted. Delilah is still alive, doing wonderfully, and incredibly loved. <3 Aphrodite, meanwhile, as well as all our other cats at the time, were taken by animal control because our neighbors were tired of them wandering, even though they were too fucking cowardly to confront us first. I've said in many surveys that I am very much against outdoor cats, but I wasn't then because I was uninformed and really didn't understand. I wailed and sobbed and just pure shrieked like a banshee outside when we came home to learn they were taken. I have no clue how any are now, and that's the worst part. Do you go bowling in your town? We are in the middle of a pandemic, lol. Even beforehand though, I rarely went. Last time I did was on a date with Girt. We had fun. Do you have a drive-in theater? No sir. What brand is your favorite shoe? Converse. Is your best friend's mom like your own? They're quite similar, yes. Both are very sweet and caring for others. Do you have anxiety or depression? Try both. What is your favorite fast food restaurant? Sonic. Do you own a pair of brass knuckles? Nah. Have you and your friends ever made up a word? Likely as kids. Do you have any embarrassing baby pictures of yourself? Not that I know of. What is the worst smell in the world? Anyone remember that survey I took mentioning my dog's old tumor? Yeah, that after he spent overnight in a diaper and inevitably peed himself in his old age. And he had a UTI. You probably can't even imagine how fucking vomit-inducing that smell was. Do you dye your hair a lot? No. :/ I really wish. I have so many colors I wanna try. Do you have anybody in your family who rides dirtbikes/fourwheelers? Not really? No one in my family owns one. My younger sister would totally go if you asked her and had one for her to use, though. She's done it plenty before. Have you ever rode a dirtbike/fourwheeler? Yeah, a fourwheeler, and it's really fun! Tell me how you got one of your scars? Hmmm, let's think of a unique one. Ah, my shins, left one especially. When I shave my legs, they get unbelievably itchy, even if I use lotion, and I would scratch my skin absolutely raw so often that I have permanent scars. It's partially why I barely shave my legs anymore. Have you ever had a friend who cut themselves? I know many, sadly. I don't know of any that still do, thankfully. I promise, it never helps. If you ever have the urge, I can't suggest enough running where you want to self-harm under cold water or slap the location (like your wrist) with a rubber band. The latter is especially helpful. It's a similar burning sensation and doesn't leave marks. It would help me refrain sometimes. What is your favorite thing to do in the summer? Swim in a nice, warm pool. Otherwise, become a hermit and wait for the outdoors to not be prepared to melt the flesh off my bones. x_x Do you go tanning or do you lay out? Neither, ugh. As you can guess from above, I hate the sensation of heat on me. What is your favorite skin lotion? I just really like cocoa butter. Smells really good and is perfectly moisturizing. Do you use a lot of hair products? The only hair product I use is shampoo, haha. Do you have a cousin you dislike? No. Well, one is incredibly brainwashed and misled by her psychopath of a father, but I love her nonetheless. We talk now and again because family is important to her. Have you ever heard Theory of a Deadman? Yeah, they're good. What is your comfort food? Absolutely ice cream. Who is your celebrity crush? Mark Fischbach/Markiplier is a perfect human being with the looks of a god and heart of a saint and you cannot convince me otherwise. What’s the song you most wish you had written? "Imagine" by John Lennon is a high contendant, for sure. Definitely something I'd write. Have you ever been stuck by someone very annoying on a plane/bus/etc? I think so at one point or another. Did you get lost at all on your first day of high school? Ha, for sure. Have you ever been interrupted during sex? A bitch knows how to act asleep if she hears a door so much as barely squeak, I'll tell you that much lmaooo. Have you ever been recorded doing stupid things while drunk? No. Has a significant other ever called you by the wrong name? No. Have you ever cooked anything and it turned out horrible? I've barely actually cooked anything in order TO fuck up. Have you ever made a bad first impression on someone’s parents? I can't say with certainty, but I think Jason's mom had her doubts about me at first because she commented on the ripped jeans I wore when I went to his house for the first time. She came to love me like her own though, and I love(d) her. I was actually just thinking about her and how she's doing the other day. What is a food that you always are in the mood to eat? Always? Perhaps sour candy, like Sour Punch Straws in specific. Ever held a newborn animal? Many kittens, yes. Do you make a wish when you blow out your birthday candles? I do, but just for the annual appeal of it. I don't actually believe it will have any effect on what I wished, it's just... normal, ig. What is the last thing you searched for online? Medical coding classes. Having trouble finding any free ones that are actually legit... Is it wicked hard for you to sleep when it's hot in your room? It's borderline impossible. Do you dunk your cookies in milk? Sometimes, and almost always with Oreos. Do medical terms make you uncomfortable? Ha, speaking of medical coding... No, not really. It's unnerving to hear "you have _____," but I understand it can be something so, so minor. Of course, it could be the exact opposite, but. I also actually find it quite interesting to learn the Latin roots of the terms. Are you afraid of failure? Beyond measure. Have you been called a bad influence? Yes, to my former friend's son. Not that that witch of a woman was a great person. I'd love to know how an infant can be negatively affected by receiving nothing but love from his "aunt," also having no concept of understanding about me being unemployed and not very "adult-ish" in general, which I'm sure is what she meant. Normally judgment hits me deep, but that shit I just rolled my eyes at.

#survey #surveys #questions #lyrics: ''bottom is a rock'' by mother mother

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crazy4myself · 3 years

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Hey Kris! How are you? Sorry I´ve been MIA, I´ve started a new job and been busy 😭. I have to read the 2 last chapters of NHL. Well, for the valentine´s day ask: 7, 12, 19. Ily 💖

Mel! Welcome back I missed you dearest! You’ll have to tell me more about your new job that sounds so exciting! I hope you’ve settled in well!! And I hope you like the NHL update and don’t hate me for the more sad bits 😅

Okay question time

do you prefer poems or love letters? 💕

Hmmm this is a hard one for me. I don’t think I’ve ever received a traditional love letter I’ve written them and I guess I’ve passed notes to people in school. But my fiancé has written me poems before and they’re very special to me. But I imagine love letters would me just as much bc they’re less abstract and more strait forward.

favorite flowers? 🌹🌸🌷🌻

Hmmm I think all flowers are beautiful but I’m fond of wild flowers like daisy’s and corn flowers! Lavender is beautiful and smells Devine. Lilies and daffodils are very beautiful in and I’ve found myself growing rather fond of peonies as well. Then you have the classics likes roses ofc those are always pretty and romantic.

snow, rain, or sun? ❄️☔️☀️

It’s hard for me to chose between rain and sun. Snow is enchanting but a lil dangerous to drive out on and I can’t stand the cold. I like Rainey days as much as any other introvert or book lover it has an excellent vibe. So it will always have a special place in my heart but I mean what can be better than a lovely sunny day? Maybe I’m missing the sun bc were in the wet season where I live so I’ve had like one nice sunny day so far this month but I love sunny cool days where I can open all the windows in my house. Sit on my balcony to so my school work while surrounded by my plants that are thriving. It’s one of my favorite moods.

#ask #Valentine’s day ask #ask game #lovely liddol moot #sweet sweet reader 💕#thanks for stopping by Mel #I hope you’re doing welll!!

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poptod · 4 years

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The Dead Heed No Lies (Ch. 7)

Description: Where to next?

Notes: it is surprisingly hard to find out how to access different religions afterlives. i’d like to note that my posting might get a little more inconsistent bc i’m going through a lot of physical therapy and doctors visits. Word Count: 2.6k

Chapter Seven: The Stranger

Unwrapping the last of your granola bars, you stuffed the wrapper back into your bag, stimming nervously at the fireside as you wondered when and how you would eat next. Your main fear was having to break your diet, though you'd grown much more accustomed to blood and meat after witnessing two murders. Ahk lay by your side, his hands entwined behind his head as his closed eyes stared up into the sunny day, breath gentle and long. Sac was nowhere to be seen – a couple hours ago she'd lost the trail she was following, and as much as she tried to find it again it was achingly clear it would take a good while.

In the meantime, you would have to be content with sitting by the fire, slowing chewing your old granola bar. And occasionally staring at Ahk. Even though you'd never let yourself succumb to whatever emotions you felt, he was undeniably easy on the eyes, and your attraction needn't go further than that.

At the half point in your bar, you reluctantly wrapped it back up and put it away. Just in case it'd take too long to get more food. Hopefully it wouldn't become another hindrance – you were already lost from civilization, and with Sac fully preoccupied with finding the trail again, you had basically zero chance of finding food in the wild. No, you had to be stuck with Ahk. He was a wonderful person of course, and very fun to have around, but he wasn't exactly the brightest, at least not when it came to survival tactics. Sure, he knew his star charts and yes, he knew how to rule a peoples, but he didn't actually recognize snow when he first saw it. The thought of that by itself always had you forcing back giggles – you hadn't seen it yourself, but God if it wasn't a beautiful movie in your head.

"You do this a lot, don't you?" Ahk said, the words surprising you. It'd been silent for a while, and you thought he was asleep. Looking down, his eyes open and on you, he certainly wasn't.

"Do what?"

"Look like you're about to die," he said with a teasing grin.

"I do not."

"You do! You get all grim and it looks like you're preparing to sacrifice yourself," he said, shifting till he faced the sky once more, closing his eyes. "Not that it's a bad thing."

"How is that not a bad thing?" You asked with a humorless laugh.

"It's very 'you.'"

Great, wonderful, that was exactly what you wanted to be. Thank you, Ahk, for alerting you of yet another personality trait to be wary of. Still, a small laugh left you, which was all he was looking for.

Overhead the sun began to set down into the sky, though it was still plenty light outside. Sac returned from her explorations a little while after that, kicking snow into the fire to douse it, and pulling the two of you to your feet afterwards. Brushing out your clothes, you pulled your satchel back on as Ahk did the same.

"Did you find his trail?" Ahk asked, situating his scarf back around his neck.

"No, but I found smoke, isolated smoke. We might have some help on finding where we are," Sac explained, already heading on the way. You hurriedly helped Ahk with his backpack and followed after her, the heat of the sun burning your cheeks as your feet froze in the snow.

Moving low amongst the crowded pine trees, you kept in the single line format, watching Sac follow her own footsteps back through the forest. The many overhanging branches came to be quite the hindrance, even as you all pushed them away in a neat format. You continued to follow her, past nests and frozen ponds, till in the distant sky smoke became apparent. In the approaching evening, the smoke didn't contrast the sky quite as well, but the burning scent certainly aided your search. Her pace quickened, and in a few short minutes you stood before a small, log cabin in a clearing.

One door rested a few steps above the ground, clearly handmade but still looking well made, something apparent about the rest of the cabin as well. The single window was all that stood out – the only thing that had to be made through machines and professionals considering how clear it was. Inside, the light of a candle flickered, casting moving shadows against the walls. Standing tall from the roof, the mud chimney sent smoke up into the sky. Below all the wood, a stone and mud foundation kept the cabin stuck on the ground, half covered up by the snow that had fallen from the roof.

Sac took a few steps forward, cautious and ever wary of any dangers. Ahk followed her, but you stayed still, watching as she gently rapped on the door. The sound of muted footsteps came from inside, and as the door slowly creaked open you leaned forward. You hurried to stand behind the two of them, still fearful of what kind of person would live alone in the woods in a homemade cabin, seemingly entirely apart from common civilization.

When at last the door opened fully, a person showed themselves, dressed from head to toe in Native American clothes, from homemade moccasins to an intricately beaded headband. Wrinkled lines lay across their face, thick with age and curiosity as they furrowed their brow at your odd group. Freckles and marks dotted across their skin, showing the suns' kiss in every area, tanned from the time spent working. A single, well-healed scar ran from the bottom of their ear to their jaw.

"Aren't you an odd group," they said after a few minutes of silence, all of you staring at each other in the space. Their accent was thick, pairing well with a soft, low voice.

"We're looking for -"

"Why don't you come inside?" They asked, moving away from the door to make space. You looked to Sac and Ahk, who were looking at each other suspiciously – no one ever invites someone into their house at the drop of a dime, but Sac nodded. She must've seen something worth trusting.

Gingerly, the three of you entered in a neat row, standing awkwardly in the one room cabin. All at once the smell of smoke and sage filled your head, calming the edge of your nerves. The fireplace sat opposite the door, and to the left of that was a small kitchen, consisting mainly of cupboards and a bucket full of water. To the right, a bed bereft of blankets sided next to an oak desk. In the corner were baskets, filled with blankets and cloth, and the occasional knife or pipe sticking out.

"Tell me – where are you all from?" They asked, brushing by their desk before taking a seat on the bed. Gesturing to the chairs, the three of you made to sit beside the fire, fidgeting uncomfortably as they stared at you. The warmth was certainly welcome, and the furs sprawled across the chairs softened the hard wood.

"I'm from the..." Sac glanced to the two of you before looking back at them, "Shoshone tribe."

Biting at your cheek, you prayed to any God listening that this person would understand, or in the very least not ask too many questions.

"I'm from Egypt," Ahk answered. His nails were digging into his palm.

"Israel," you said quietly. You were born there, but you hadn't actually been raised there past the age of four. Still, your first memories were of wading in the ocean and crying from getting bitten by the tiny fish, so that counted as your birthplace for you.

"Why are you here?" They asked, another difficult question you'd have to do your best to avoid. You bit at your cheek again.

"Actually, we're a little lost. We were wondering if you could direct us to the nearest town," Sac said, ever the peace in your anxiety.

"I could," they said, standing and walking to the fire, kneeling before it with a prodding stick. Embers flew from the fire, landing on the mud floor and dying out before it could reach the carpet. "I don't think that's what you're looking for though, is it?"

Ahk paled and tightened his fist, nails digging harsher into his palm. Reaching over, you rested your hand over his, loosening his grip on himself. He breathed deep.

"How do you know?" Sac asked in a quieter voice, soft and curious.

"The spirits, they talk to me," they said, nodding sagely. "They told me of you."

"You're Inuit," you said in sudden realization, your mouth falling to part slightly.

"Algonquin, actually," they said.

"Sorry. I'm not well versed in American history," you apologized quickly, fidgeting anxiously with your hands.

"It's alright. Not many are."

Now this, this could help you – the remaining people who still practiced the various religions of Native Americans usually had a much deeper understanding of both the world and afterlife than the general populace did. You certainly knew very little, and Ahk's innate knowledge of Egypt wouldn't help in North America. Maybe this person would know, maybe they could help you – you certainly needed it, what with Sac losing the trail and none of you having any clue as to where you were.

"Do you believe in magic?" Sac asked as they circled the chairs you sat in, making their way to put the prodding stick back in its' corner.

"I've seen it myself," they answered rather ominously. You shifted in your seat again.

Ahk leaned over you to speak to Sac, whispering, "can we tell the truth?"

Neither of them having an answer, they looked to you. Squeezing your hands anxiously, you nodded slowly, standing to explain the situation.

"We're looking for a... well, it's a bit... difficult to explain," you started off, internally cursing yourself for starting off so horribly. "An Egyptian God stole what belonged to him," you gestured to Ahk, "and we need to get it back before the God gets back into the underworld."

They nodded thoughtfully, picking their words carefully as they sat back down on the bed. Leaning forward, they balanced their elbows on their knees, furrowing their brow as they concentrated.

"You're looking for a way to get into an afterlife?"

Oh boy. You did not like how he said that, implying the existence of multiple afterlives. That complicated things to an unbearable extent.

"Yes. We were thinking that ley lines might've lead to the afterlife, but the trail we were following disappeared," Sac explained.

"In that case," they said, standing once more and moving to the kitchen, opening up a cupboard filled with dusty books. A veritable gold mine of ancient information, you could feel your eyes dilate as you caught sight of the old books, the elation quickly dissipating once the cupboard closed. Setting the book atop the desk, they motioned the three of you over. Looking over their shoulder, you payed close attention to the many pages they flipped through before arriving to the correct chapters.

The images painted and drawn across its' pages were the only parts you could understand, the visuals clear and pleasing beside the unintelligible scribbles of letters and writings. It looked enough like English that you thought you should be able to read it, but it was just messy enough, and just foreign enough that you couldn't read a single word.

"Some people believe that certain ceremonies and tributes in a doorway would open the world," they said, reading off the book. "Some believe that it is accessible through dreams."

"Are there different afterlives?" Sac asked, something you were dreading to be true.

"Yes. The world exists in a stasis of equality... every religion has a basis, every idea holds a sliver of truth. Which afterlife are you looking for anyway?"

"The Egyptian one. I don't think Anubis has access to other underworlds," Ahk said, leaning closer to the book.

"That's unfortunate. I don't have much information regarding Eastern religions... in America, many of the gates lead to spirit worlds," they said, trailing their fingers across the dry ink. "Some gates are unreachable. Keep that in mind. The Mesopotamians believed that the gates to the afterlife were at the ends of the galaxy."

"Let's hope that's not the case for us," Ahk whispered to you, earning an avid nod.

"What about ley lines? I was taught that they were where the veil was thin, but again, it doesn't seem like Anubis went that way," you said.

"Spirits use the ley lines for travel. All that connects them is monuments to religion and historical places. Other than fast travel, they can't be used for much," they explained, and as they spoke you could feel your heart sink into your stomach. "I have many books here, with many instructions of rituals and blessings, but I do not believe I have the information you seek."

Stepping back, the three of you stood in a huddle, each of you on different levels of nervousness.

"What should we do? We can't continue on as we have," Sac said, wearing that rarely-used anxious face she had.

"We need to find out where a path to Duat is," Ahk said.

"In that case, we need to first find the information on how to find the doorway," you said, something that sunk all your spirits. Mutely they agreed, the thought of continued search weighing heavy on all your minds as you parted, separately wondering how to access centuries old information.

"Stay the night, you must be weary," the stranger offered, picking up one of the wicker baskets full of furs and blankets.

"We sleep during the day," you said quickly, wary of their reaction to Ahk and Sac turning to stone.

"Then study for the night and sleep for the day. You look tired," they said, and you couldn't deny that. All three of you were exhausted.

"Thank you. Perhaps we can find something that will help in your library, if you don't mind us searching," Sac asked with a small bow. They nodded, and with that Sac was already at the cupboards, pulling down another book to sit by the fireplace and read.

You made to grab a book of your own, but as you did so you heard the door open and close, and with a quick look around the room you found Ahk missing. Excusing yourself quietly, you followed him outside. The footprints leaving the doorway lead around back of the cabin, where Ahk sat in the snow, knees pulled to his chest. Delicately you sat beside him, scooting closer when he showed no aversion to your presence.

"What's up?" You asked quietly, your eye never leaving him.

"We're not going to get there in time," he whispered, his voice cracking.

"You don't know that," you said, hoping your words would help. "And if we don't, we'll find a way to get it back from there. I'm not quitting and neither is Sac."

"No offense, but entering Duat will probably kill you," he mumbled, crossing his arms over his knees and burying his face in them.

"Then we summon Anubis. We find a spell. We trick some Gods – we'll get your tablet back," you promised, keeping your hand on his shoulder, rubbing circles with your thumb. He sighed, shutting his eyes tight.

"What if we don't?"

"I'll stay by your side, we both will. We won't abandon you," you murmured, watching as he slowly untensed and looked to you, tears lining his long eyelashes.

"Swear to it," he said in sudden seriousness, holding out his hand for you to shake. Looking to him and then to his hand, you nodded, shaking his hand firm.

"I won't abandon you."

#ahkmenrah x reader #Ahkmenrah #Night at the Museum #rami malek #rami malek character #ahkmenrah x male reader #ahkmenrah x female reader #gender neutral reader

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strekkingur · 4 years

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A, E, P, U !

( * VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET !

A : AFFECTION. how does your muse show affection?

I’m going to dig out an old running joke and everyone will hate me for this. But…

Think of Eiki as a cat. As a stray kitten, maybe. Something you picked up from the shelter less than a month ago. Still a lil bit feral and distrustful. But you do your best to shower him with love, bribe him with food, let him slowly get used to you. (And yes all these are super effective on human Eiki as well, especially food bribery. You know, you don’t bite the hand that feeds you.) And soon those efforts will be rewarded.

Eiki’s love language is very subtle. He’s not one for grand gestures or (often) even verbal declarations of love. He’s skittish and easily embarrassed about PDA, and no matter how long you’ve known him, even with a possible SO, he likely won’t allow more than hand-holding when in public. That last point goes out the window when he’s in private with a person he trusts and loves, though.

For starters, he’s extremely protective of those he loves: he’ll watch over them, make sure they’re safe and warm (literally gives a shirt off his back if it comes to it, or borrows woollen socks), and will probably punch anyone who dares to insult his friends or SO (good luck trying to stop him). He also makes a point to remember little details about the people he cares for, like how they like their coffee or tea or their favourite colour/food/tv show/etc. Minding details like that doesn’t come naturally to him - he is, after all, rather self-absorbed and spends most of the time in his head; he’s not really a people person - so the fact that he makes a conscious effort to pay attention to others means a lot.

Lastly, his usual stand-offish attitude melts away when you get him one-on-one. With a person he likes, trusts, and cares for, he’ll find it easier to open up about his thoughts and feelings, have deep conversations, allow them to touch him and initiate touch on his own as well. He likes playing with people’s hair, braiding it and so on, especially if it’s long, and can even turn into a total cuddle bug with a SO whom he feels safe to show his vulnerability. Probably the ultimate show of trust would be him leaning his head on someone’s shoulder. That’s like the equivalent of your shelter kitten falling asleep in your lap for the first time.

E : EMBRACE. does your muse like hugs? what are their hugs like?

Contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t actually hate hugs. I jokingly call him hugphobic a lot but tbh the “phobia” has more to do with his general trust issues rather than an aversion or fear of physical touch. It’s not that he’s never been hugged, though he may be a bit rusty at this point, he’s simply never been a super tactile person. He used to be a lot more physically affectionate as a child but now he’s, well, a teenager with some issues that make him dislike showing vulnerability and neediness. These days his thought process goes something like letting people get (physically) close to you = risk getting attached (emotionally) = handing people the tools to hurt you = LOL NOPE.

Another thing it has to do with is that he’s extremely ticklish literally everywhere and his startle reflex is rather violent… so if you approach him with unclear intentions, especially from behind, there’s a good a chance of getting elbowed in the face if you stand at the right height. So a word of advice: don’t surprise him.

In short, Eiki likes his personal space but he’s not against hugs and will hug those he’s close to… at his own terms. It’s best to ask his permission before you dive in (he rarely says no though he may ask why) and again, don’t surprise him bc he might swing accidentally. He does also sometimes ask for hugs himself, though the number of people he does that with is currently limited (usually it’s Denmark, other Nordics on rarer occasions… with the exception of Norway even though Norway is actually the person he’d like a hug from the most).

As for Eiki’s hugs! He holds people pretty tightly when you get him to agree to a hug, though usually only with only one arm casually thrown around the other person’s shoulder, maybe patting it or grasping some of their clothing. (His other hand might slip in the pocket of his skinny jeans… gotta maintain his cool image and pretend that he doesn’t actually care that much, haha.) Though if the other person uses both arms, he’ll feel like an asshole if he doesn’t respond in kind. I might also add that while his extremities (hands, feet, the tip of his nose) are always cold, his torso is like a furnace as he runs a bit hotter than average due to his volcanoes. He also wears sweaters a lot which retains his body heat so… yeah, he’s really toasty to hold.

P : PARTNER. what does your muse look for in a partner? looks / personality?

I’ll let you in on a secret here: for all that Eiki acts like he hates everyone, he actually has a huge soft spot for cute people. It’s frankly hilarious to me.

And who does Eiki think are cute? People who smile a lot. People who are bright like a summer day with a spark in their eyes. People who are optimistic and lively and seek out the beauty in the most mundane things. Ones who can infect him with their enthusiasm, draw him out of his rather stagnant comfort zone, and can banish his own darkness and pessimism for even a moment. This is the type he pretty consistently falls for.

Other than a wide, sunny smile, of course he’d like his partner to have similar interests with him. If they’re not a music/art and animal lover like him, there’s no chance for a match. At the very least, his partner should accept and encourage his interests if they don’t share them. Eiki’s also an intellectual soul, a true scholar, so for him to really get interested in someone, there needs to be a match of wits as well. I think, more than anything, he’d want someone who’ll listen to him when he wants to talk and shows interest in his thoughts. (Bonus points if they can also beat him in a game of chess.)

Lastly, his partner can’t be scared of his temper. His intensity is both his greatest asset and his most fatal flaw but Eiki himself sees it as a purely negative trait. His temper is something I can’t change at this point even if I wanted to, and if he were to frighten someone important to him with his occasional tantrums (which tbh can be scary though he’d never, ever lay a hand on his partner), it would only make him feel worse about himself and eventually ruin the relationship.

U : UNREQUITED. has your muse had their heart broken?

Quite a few times, yeah. Though not really by unrequited love but by people leaving him. Eiki lives up to his name, his heart is frail like ice: it’s easy to crack and even crush under enough pressure. And no matter what he tries, how much he attempts to distance himself from people, he loves deeply and gets attached easily. This includes humans as well, despite him knowing the facts of mortality. Thus far Eiki’s been in love twice, both times with human girls, the relationships predictably ending in their deaths. (The more recent one being especially scarring to him as Sóley died far younger than he predicted.) As far as other nations go, Eiki might still be harbouring a 70+ years old crush on one of his friends. I haven’t asked him about the state of that one recently.

He’s also great at breaking his own heart as he habitually pushes people away from himself out of fear of rejection and at the same time denies himself even the possibility of having nice things like friends in his life.

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