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iknowyouthinkimbulletproof · 3 years

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The Scar- Calum Hood

A/N: another 5sos fic! Calum hood x y/n. Y/n’s gender is female for this fic, it just made it easier to write, my apologies to anyone it might upset, but you can always request. Feel free to correct any mistakes! there will be a part two!

WARNINGS: this fic does contain multiple mentions of an abusive family, read at your own risk.

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plot: y/n and Calum meet for the first time!

2430 words

When y/n was still a child she had always dreamed of becoming a celebrity, like every other kid. unlike the other children though, it seemed impossible to her. To y/n, she sounded horrible, not to mention the looks. y/n had always thought this way because there was never one person to tell her otherwise. It's not like anyone knew what she was struggling with to be fair. Years of practice and motivation from her parents, the only time they encouraged y/n, lead to y/n being the perfect actor in front of others. No one would notice the damage done to y/n because the walls built around her took a team of three to build and would most likely take an even bigger team to deconstruct. Or at least that's what she thought. Apparently all y/n needed was a wrecking ball.

Day after day y/n would wake early to sit in front of her mirror with a brush. She normally wasn’t the type to hate anything, other than her parents, because nothing could compare to the years of trauma her parents had stocked her up on. So when y/n said she hated her foundation brushes, she meant it.

Makeup used to be one of her favorite things, she used it as a pastime. When she was a young teen, she spent most of her time in her room trying as many looks as possible. It wasn’t like her to believe that you could only have one aesthetic, she would change her look up as many times as she wanted. Going from “emo” looks one day to “kawaii” looks the next. It only made sense that she would do the same with her makeup as well. Her parents didn’t seem to mind the looks. Whatever would cover up the bruises they gifted her seemed to be helping them in some twisted way. One day it all fell apart though. Everything her parents had built was destroyed.

The process left y/n with a humongous scar on her face. The scar started right above her right eyebrow. If it had ended below the eyebrow, it would have just seemed like she wanted an eyebrow slit, she might have even been able to cover it easily with a brow pencil. If it had ended there, but it didn’t. It ended right above her jaw bone. It wasn’t straight either. Most scars can go away with time, but hers was too deep. It would never go away. It showed her and the world her past. She hated it.

So, as much as she hated the foundation brushes she used every morning, she continued to use them. That hideous scar needed to be covered up. Especially with all the attention she was getting. Once news came out that two well liked members of y/n’s small hometown abused their child, people were furious. Many tried helping y/n. One of the teachers at school had convinced her to try out for the drama club. She received the leading role in Annie for the school’s play. News spread fast in the town and soon people had begun to call colleges and agencies to come watch her performance, all of which y/n had no clue they were doing. One specific agency had agreed to work with her for free until she got off the ground. She almost rejected the opportunity. That was until her foster mother had informed her that her parents weren’t going to spend as much time in jail as they had hoped. Taking the opportunity had forced y/n to continue high school in Los Angeles. She was also set up with a new foster home. Throughout all of this, the scar was hidden. She didn’t want her chance to leave to be taken away.

Years later and no one she surrounded herself with knew of her past, or even seen her scar. Not even the makeup artists she’s worked with. She always showed up a foundation on and since it was a perfect match to her color, the makeup artists let it slide and just continued to transform her into her characters.

y/n had in fact gotten off the ground, it was now a daily thing for her to be recognized. She even met some celebrities she grew up with.

There was one day though, soon after her 23rd birthday, that y/n had not put on foundation. She felt that she wouldn’t be recognizable without it, so she wanted to try it. She had woken up later than usual then dressed herself in shorts and a tee. She went on a run and low and behold, no one recognized her. She ended up at her usual cafe. Just like every morning, she walked up the cashier and ordered her usual. The cashier, Linda, a nice old lady, who had worked there every morning tried not to stare. It was a weird experience for both of them. Linda could have sworn that y/n looked familiar, but she shrugged it off. y/n was holding back an expression of surprise, she thought that out of everyone Linda would have noticed her. Once she received her coffee, she went to leave. That is when she ran into her wrecking ball, not that she knew it. y/n had spilt her coffee all over the strange man she knew as Calum. She didn’t know much about Calum, she only knew his name from the few times she had heard his name being called for his coffee. She also knew that Cal was well aware of who she was, with makeup that is.

“Im so sorry!” y/n exclaimed. She might’ve still been in shock from the events that had happened so far into the day, but there was no way she could have missed the look she received from the man. It wasn’t one of disgust, but more of one of surprise. The look he had however, didn’t match hers. He wasn’t in surprise from the coffee he had spilt on him, but rather the girl in front of him.

“It’s fine really.” Calum stated as kindly as possible. There was no way he could ever even think of being rude to a lady so beautiful.

“It’s really not, I can pay for the shirt and for whatever you were gonna order.” she offers in a hurried tone even if she wasn’t in a rush. This is because she thought he was trying not to give her pity.

“No need, I actually feel as if I should buy you another one-” he offers, “- it was my fault anyways, i'm so clumsy i’ve been in this situation before.” he lied. y/n was well aware of the lie. Most of the time she was here before him and left after him, she had not seen it happen. An argument be that he’s done it before she moved into the neighborhood, but that also wasn’t true because y/n had witnessed him and Roy struggling to carry a couch into their home while on her run. She had actually had a conversation with Roy and she probably could have become good friends with him if she had tried.

“It's fine really” the words coming out of her mouth this time. Before they could interact anymore though, Linda had appeared to usher them both out of the way to clean the mess that was made. She had begun to lecture Calum, one of her favorite clients, on making a mess when y/n slipped out of the Cafe. she stuck her head back in though to apologize to one last time to both of them before running off.

She had made it home and took a shower when there was a knock at the door. Realizing that her scar was uncovered, she tried to cower.

“Y/n, it’s Roy! I...um brought cookies to celebrate your new movie! Oh and a friend.” That was the last thing she had expected to hear through her door. She knew the friend had to be Calum, she also knew she would have to explain herself to the men. Finally getting the courage, she opened the door. Before you could say anything Calum had begun to talk.

“Hey, it’s you again. What are you doing here?” he asked. Suddenly feeling shy y/n lowered her head.

“Are you ok?” Calum pressed. Looking up again she can see both the boys now wearing concerned faces.

“Y/n?” Roy questioned. Gulping, y/n decided to just rip the bandage off.

“Yep, that's me. Nice to see you Roy.” slightly shaking she opens the door wider as if to invite them in. Roy understood what she meant and walked in, his expression now gone and replaced with his original smile, Calum on the other hand still wore his as he followed his friend in. She led the men into her living room.

“Sorry for the mess.” she states. Calum and Roy looked around to see what she was talking about. Cal’s brows frowning more. There was no mess. To them anyways, to y/n her only thought was that her parents would murder her for having friends over without vacuuming and tidying every corner of the house. They sat down and y/n left to go get them drinks. While in the kitchen she could hear them whispering about her. Wiping any look of sadness from her face, she picked up the drinks and headed back into the living room. Handing them their drinks, she places coasters onto the table for them. They have a light conversation, them being Roy and y/n. Cal was too busy staring at her. He was confused, how could he have not realized. How come he didn’t know that the beauty of both women was actually the beauty of one. Finally giving into the stares y/n sighs.

“I know you’re probably confused about the...um you know-” she says, gesturing to her face, “i just didn’t want anyone to find out about it yet. There’s not really any good memories that came with it. You understand right?”

“Of course!” Roy claims, nodding his head then nudging his friend, who also nodded but not nearly as harsh as Roy had done.

“We won’t say anything if that's what you’re asking” Calum states, he could see that them agreeing with her hadn’t reassured her enough. She smiles gently at him as Roy agrees again. The conversation had now been a lot more free. All three of them were involved now. The conversation drifted to her movie and their music at points. y/n felt bad as she had genuinely gotten a liking to them, Calum in particular. She wanted to talk to them again, but her past was coming to haunt her, she couldn’t. The cookies were amazing, store bought, but amazing. They trio all slowly coming quiet, they had spent hours together chatting. It was now 4 in the afternoon. It seemed as neither man wanted to leave. It had been a while since they had made a new friend. Calum excused himself to the bathroom, leaving y/n and Roy. she tried her best to hint that it may be time for them to leave without seeming rude. Roy helped her bring the cups and trash into the kitchen. He watched as she cleaned each cup multiple times. To him it must have seemed as if she were nervous because she was being watched. To her though, each mug needed to be perfectly spotless or something bad would happen. It was rooted into her mind. If you dug deep enough into it, you would see y/n’s memories of being yelled at and having dishes and pots thrown at her for not having the house perfectly cleaned. Calum, finally out of the bathroom, joined Roy. together they watched the woman dry her hands before turning towards them. Before she could get a word out, Roy suggested that they should get going. Cal’s eyes couldn’t have missed her smile quickly dropping before resuming back to its original place. y/n nods before leading the kind men back to her front door. Roy leaning slightly to give her a hug and saying a quick bye, she responded as she knew how.

“Goodbye.” It was a simple statement really, but she was taught to never try to stay in touch with people outside of necessity. Though she did give him another kind smile, one that shows her teeth in just the slightest way. Now facing Cal who, unlike his friend, was staring at the floor. Roy, waiting for him at the gate, tries his hardest not to watch their interaction. From his point of view, he can see them talking before y/n goes completely still. y/n was in shock, she had never been in this situation before. She didn’t know how to respond. Cal had asked for her number. She didn’t have anyone who wasn’t work related on her phone, should she let herself add a contact for Cal? She didn’t know the answer, she stayed still, evening out her breathing while she felt two different sets of eyes on her. Still as stiff as humanly possible, she smiles and hands her, now open, phone to Calum. He grins so softly that y/n missed it, he handed her his unlocked phone as well. He creates a contact in her phone with all his information before snapping a quick photo of himself. He listed himself as “cute neighbor”, which is quite bold seeing as he had no idea if y/n liked him, and pressed save. On Calum’s phone, y’n had simply only typed her phone number and listed herself as “y/n”. Before she could press save, Calum handed her phone back to her, she looked at the contact and her lips lifted. She turned off her phone and put it in her pocket. She looked back to Calum’s phone and changed her name to “scar girl” before saving the contact and passing the phone back to him. Unfortunately for her, Calum didn’t look at the contact and just shut off the phone. Which might have been better if she thought about it. She didn’t want to see Calum’s reaction to the name, she just hoped it was positive. As they looked into each others eyes, a blush formed onto their cheeks. y/n whispered a silent goodbye before walking back into her home and softly closing the door.

#calum hood x y/n #calum x reader #calum hood #5sos imagine #fic #imagines #lots of love #-lizza

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waka-chan-out · 3 years

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Hi idk if this is weird but I’m panicking and could use some advice from someone who I assume has done this before.

I’m 20 and about to start my second year of college. Last year I obvs lived at home because of the pandemic. But I just got my housemate assignment for the upcoming year.

I’m living in gender neutral housing. I’m nonbinary. I think. Idk. I haven’t figured everything out. ANYWAY I’ve grown up pretty sheltered. Went to All Girl schools my whole life. And now I’m living with three other people who are not interacting with me at all despite my best attempt.

Im scared to live with new people. Im scared to potentially live with mean people or with folks who I don’t vibe with or just… bad people. Like not everyone is good and some real pieces of shit could have chosen gn housing so they could live with people of other genders who they’d be attracted to.

Point is: im scared. Im scared I won’t make friends. Im scared I’ll be a horrible housemate. And im irrationally scared of being attacked/assaulted/ or worse.

Have you lived with roommates/housemates and howd you stay safe and happy???

I also have no siblings so I don’t even have experience living around other kids my age. Like the best I’ve got is sleepovers and that’s not even close to the same. I’m so genuinely scared. Hekjdksjr

alright baby. deep breath. as someone with pretty bad anxiety and experience with both good and bad roommates, i’m gonna do my best to offer advice.

so, first of all, try not to stress before anything has happened. there’s always the chance that the experience isn’t the greatest, but you don’t know that until it’s actually happening. i know it sounds dumb and is kind of hard to do, but recognizing that nothing has gone wrong yet will make it easier to go in with an open mind.

you said you’re scared you’ll be a horrible housemate, but truly it’s not too hard to be a good one. the biggest things people fight about are food, noise, and chores. for example, simply don’t eat anything you didn’t buy. generally try to have your own stuff that you use (like dishes and food basics and things like that.) establish ground rules for chores. my roommate right now and i are pretty relaxed about this and just take out the trash when it’s full, not paying attention to who took it out last time. but my old roommate just…..wouldn’t take out the trash?? and just stack her shit on top of the old stuff until it was impossible to close the bag?? that’s stuff that’s annoying to deal with, but all you can really do is be respectful and normal and hope they do the same.

safety is important, and i’m sure you’ll figure out very quickly how safe you feel with your housemates. i’ve never met anyone that did gender neutral housing and didn’t enjoy it for safety reasons, though i’m sure that happens sometimes. but trusting your gut is the best way to keep yourself safe in that situation. other than that, keep pepper spray with your purse or keys, double check that you’ve locked doors and windows, and, if it makes you feel better, put furniture in front of doors to feel safest. my roommate and i each lock our bedroom doors every night, and we slide an armchair in front of our balcony door and a barstool in front of our front door. we feel really safe in our apartment complex, but knowing we have that extra protection makes us feel better.

the biggest issue with my awful roommate was pettiness and obliviousness. she did not communicate when she was upset with me. she did not do her part on the chores. if i did something wrong in the house (one time i screwed up the dishwasher and there were bubbles everywhere) she would just be so weirdly mean and aggressive. she also made messes everywhere and didn’t clean anything. i really love cleaning and do it as stress relief, snd my current roommate enjoys that and knows that i don’t mind if she’s not frequently vacuuming or wiping things down. but my old roommate just left crumbs and shit everywhere and didn’t care at all. you need to respect the shared living space and the boundaries of the other person without getting passive aggressive when your own boundaries are crossed. be firm and communicate openly, but also have patience with other people. they’ve never lived with strangers either and i’m sure they’re just as nervous as you.

overall it just comes down to being respectful and trusting your instincts. i’m sure you’re a lovely person to have around and you’ll have a great time. if not, it’s really no big deal. i had two years with that bad roommate but now i live with one of my friends and i can’t imagine living with anyone else. our lifestyles compliment each other perfectly and we don’t really get into disagreements. in general, just try to communicate. if they refuse and are unwilling to respect the house rules and boundaries, you can go to an RA or something if you’re living in dorms. you won’t be living w these people forever, and in college it’s pretty easy to avoid roommates if you really want to, because you’ll be out going to class or getting food or studying elsewhere if you want to be. you’ll be fine, baby. truly. you’re gonna have a great year.

#message me if u need anything else darling #i know it’s hard to not panic before these bigger changes. i think we all do it #but you really will be okay #all you can do is make the most of whatever situation you end up in #meg’s messages 📫

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prettyboongi · 4 years

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Our Very First Night Together

Reader x Jeon Jungkook

1.9k words

A lots of fluff with a hint of smut

[Note: A requested story. I really liked this since it reminded me of the first time I spent the night with my boyfriend. The hardest part when writing this was coming up with realistic dialogue, which is something I really struggle with. I’m really trying to improve so please have mercy on me. Deuces!]

Jungkook was in the middle of playing a game on his computer when he had gotten your text. Your text read:

“Im outside your door. plz open :p”

Excited, he quickly logged off his game, took off his headset and hurried himself to the door.

Tonight was a big night for you two: it would be the very time you spending the night. Although you two have been dating for almost a year, things have always been too busy to do normal couple things, like, in this case, spending the night at each other’s places. And with that, you and Jungkook have been taking your relationship extremely slow. Besides some intimate cuddling and brief makeout sessions, you two haven’t gone further than that. And since spending the night could mean taking that particular huge step in your relationship, he wanted to make sure you were comfortable. He cleaned his entire apartment; he vacuumed and dusted the living room, cleaned the bathroom, and straightened up his kitchen. Once he was finished with that, he went grocery shopping to pick up your favorite snacks like the caring boyfriend he was (he also picked up a box of condoms, you know just in case). Jungkook just wanted to make sure that you felt right at home at his place, maybe even come to think of it as a second home.

Jungkook opens the door to find a smiling you, carrying a large floral print traveling bag in one hand and a filled green grocery tote in the other.

“Hey!”, you exclaim as Jungkook gestures for you to come inside. “Thanks again for letting me spend the night.” After placing your belongings on the floor, you wrap your arms around Jungkook’s neck as you two lean in for a sweet kiss.

“Of course, babe”, he says while still holding on to you. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time.” He looks to your side, “What’s in that green bag.”

You released yourself from Jungkook’s embrace to grab your tote. “I got us snacks!”, you said enthusiastically, holding the bag towards him.

He chuckles at your keen attitude. “Y/N, I told you I would cover the snacks,” he says taking the tote from you.

You shrugged and smiled, “Well now we have more snacks.”

I mean she wasn’t wrong but Jungkook still shook his head. “What am I gonna do with you?” He hears you giggle as he places the bag on the kitchen counter.

“So,” you began, “What are the plans for the night?”

“Anything you wanna do, to be honest,” he answers.

You couldn’t help but smile, he’s always treating you like a queen and, Jungkook’s eyes, you were a queen. His queen. “Let’s just stay then. We could order a pizza, watch some Netflix, gorge on a bunch of these snacks and pass out from food comas.”

“Sounds great to me.”

“So I just placed the order for the pizza,” Jungkook says to you, “It should be here in about 40 minutes.”

“You made sure to get my fave?,” you asked him coyly.

He leaned over to where you were sitting on the couch, inches away from your face, “Of course, Y/N. A large pepperoni, extra pepperoni and extra cheese.”

“With a side of breadsticks and dipping sauces?”

“Yes, Y/N, anything for the spoiled princess”, he sighs exaggeratingly, clearly messing around. You playfully hit his shoulder as he lets out a breathy laugh.

You start to get up from the couch and grab your traveling bag. “You mind if I go take shower real quick?”

“Of course not,” he says, “You remember where the bathroom is at?”

“Yes, Jungkook,” you mockingly say, getting back at him for teasing you. You run out of the living as he light-heartedly chases you.

40 minutes passed and the pizza arrived. Jungkook places the pizza down on the coffee table, accompanied by paper plates, bottles of soda and some of the snacks you both bought. Once he turned on the Netflix app on his TV, everything was set. Now the only thing he had to wait for was you.

“Hmm? I wonder when she’s gonna be done,” he thought to himself. He picked up his phones and checked his messages to preoccupy himself as he waited. Soon enough, he hears your footsteps approaching. “About time, Y/N”, he says, still looking at his phone.

“Oh, be quiet,” you rebutted, “Is the pizza here?”

“Yeah, you're lucky you came just in time, I would've been more happy to eat all by myself.” Once Jungkook notices you in his peripheral vision, he looks up and stares at you for a moment. You’ve changed into an interesting piece of nightwear: a light pink, knee-length nightgown with short sleeves, lined with pink lace at the bottom hem. The nightgown wasn’t too baggy, fitting you like a casual everyday dress. The satin material made it seem like you were glowing under the living room lights. For some reason, Jungkook expected your pajamas would be a t-shirt and sweats, so seeing you in your cute nightgown surprised him.

You noticed him staring at you. “What?,” you asked.

"Nothing", he says. Jungkook quickly looks away from you, hiding his faint blush. You were confused by his sudden bashfulness but decided to shrug it off.

You spent the next few hours watching two anime films; the first one being a film adaptation of a classic anime series and the other currently on was a romantic drama that brought Jungkook close to tears (even though he would deny it.) Frankly, you thought the movie was a bit boring but the movie was halfway over anyway. You both were sitting on opposite sides of the couch; Jungkook was sitting up, totally invested in the movie while your entire body was propped up on the couch, leaning you rest on the armrest. You tried your best not to doze off but ended up passing off before the movie’s ending.

As the movie credits rolled, Jungkook discreetly wiped his tears, hoping you wouldn’t catch him. “That was a pretty good movie. What do you think?’ He looks over to your side of the couch and finds you in a deep slumber. “Hmm, maybe I made the apartment a little too comfortable,” he thinks to himself. Looking at you peacefully sleeping made him terribly happy. To him, you looked so adorable, as if he wanted to protect you from anything that troubled you, like a good boyfriend would.

With you fast asleep, he thought it would be a great time to take a quick shower himself. After he leaves you asleep on the couch, he heads to the bathroom to wash up and then change into a baggy hoodie and sweatpants. As he was drying his hair with a towel, he headed back to the living room where he had left you. Seeing that the Netflix menu was still on display, he assumed you were still asleep. Once he got close to the couch, he abruptly stopped in his tracks. Looking down at you, he sees you curled in a fetal position with your original knee length nightgown riden up to your hip area. Jungkook stood there, frozen and blushing furiously. He knew he shouldn't be looking at you that way, but he really couldn’t help but gaze at you; the exposure of your shapely thighs and the soft curve of your hip were both hard to look away from. To make matters harder for him, he also had a glimpse of your black, lacy bikini briefs. Eventually, Jungkook got himself to snap out of it and go find a blanket to hide your exposed boy. After retrieving a blanket in the linen closet, he carefully places the blanket on you without waking you up. Sure, you stirred a bit but quickly went back to sleep.

Jungkook sat back down to the opposite side of the couch and turned on a random documentary to take his mind off what he’d seen. However, it proved to be difficult as seeing you in that kind of way really worked him up inside. It wasn’t until then he realized the pent up emotions he held for so long. More than ever, he wanted you. He felt that he was more than ready to have sex tonight but he was worried if you weren’t. And the last thing he wanted to happen was to pressure into doing something you weren’t ready for. "But she had to be ready right?", he thought. I mean, why would he wear a paper thin nightgown and sexy panties if you weren’t. Jungkook pondered these thoughts, trying to figure out what was best to do. His thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of you sitting up from the couch. He looks at you stretching your arms and yawning loudly.

With sleepy eyes, you look at him, “Sorry for passing out. That movie was pretty boring. But I bet you loved it a lot.” When you met Jungkook's eyes, he quickly looked away. “Hey what’s wrong?”

Avoiding eye contact, Jungkook simply responds, “It's nothing.”

A bit annoyed, you took the TV remote and turned it off. Surprised, Jungkook looked at you, “I was watch-”

“Jungkook,” you said in a rather stern tone, “What’s been going on with you? You’ve been acting strange right before we started the movie. Please, tell me what’s on your mind.”

The expression on your face was with genuine concern and, with that, he felt like he owed you a proper explanation. Jungkook took a moment to find the right words to use but ultimately decided to be as honest as he could be.

“Y/N, do you ever think about, you know, having sex?”

Your eyes widened at the bluntness of his question. “W-what in the world brought this up,” you stummered. You felt flushed, your face was getting warmer by the second.

“Well, we’ve been together for a long time. Like I understand I’ve been busy with the group and you have your own obligations to handle, so I get there never has been much time to be intimate. But now that you're here with me, maybe it’s time to take the next step. What do you think?”

While you were pretty much at loss of words, you did understand where Jungkook was coming from. The seriousness of this conversation made you nervously fidget your fingers. “I do think about it, Jungkook. And I do want to sleep with you, it’s just that I still have my fears,” you confessed to him.

Jungkook moves closer to you on the couch and gently takes your hand. “Yeah I do too,” he says, “Being busy is one thing but we really should’ve been honest about this a long time ago.”

You shook your head. Feeling Jungkook caress the back of your hand melts away any nervousness you felt before. He was right about being more honest with each other. You trusted him after all, and you loved him with all of your heart.

After gazing at each other’s eyes for a moment, Jungkook leans towards you, placing a soft and lingering kiss on your lips. In response, your hands cupped his face causing you to deepen the kiss. Similar to how Jungkook felt when he saw your exposed thighs, the sincerity of your conversation as well as the passionate kissing between you two was waking something within you: pent up emotions that you’ve constantly buried down for the longest time.

After a minute or so, the two of you broke away from your kiss and gazed at each other lovingly.

“I love you so much, Kookie.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

You wrapped your arms around his and sensuously whispered into his, “I want you so bad.”

Jungkook took that as an obvious sign that you were 100% ready and, for that night, he gladly obliges.

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chasethesun18 · 4 years

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50 questions you’ve never been asked

tagged by @goddess-clarke 🥰

What is the colour of your hairbrush? purple and black

Name a food you never eat? seafood and red meat

Are you typically too warm or too cold? i used to be too cold all the time and then i went through a time where i was too hot and now im back to somewhere in the middle but mostly cold. my fingers turn blue a lot lolol

What were you doing 45 minutes ago? mm so i just watched the premier of blindspot s5 and it is now dead to me and i will be forgetting this episode happened and not continuing the season. so ive spent the last hour trying to erase the ep from my memory and cheer myself up. its not working so now im answering 50 questions. as one does.

What is your favourite candy bar? oh i don't know. it changes. i really like peanut m&ms and york patties

Have you ever been to a professional sports event? professional...maybe? i think i’ve possibly been to a pro baseball. im from the south and we dont do pro we only do college. ive been to..idk hundreds on hundreds of those

What is the last thing you said out loud? told my mom i loved her. cause im cute like that.

What is your favourite ice cream? i like vanilla with a lot of toppings. but also coffee and mint chocolate chip

What was the last thing you had to drink? im drinking cherry vanilla coke zero. yes its 11:42pm. dont judge me.

Do you like your wallet? yeah its cute. its little and red

What was the last thing you ate? salad with chicken (oo she healthy)

Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? yeah no. i haven't bought new clothes in forever. actually got into an argument with my mom about that today

The last sporting event you watched? BEFORE SPORTS WERE CANCELLED YOU MEAN????? baseball.

What is your favourite flavour of popcorn? ....popcorn has flavors? idk salt?

Who is the last person you sent a text message to? my sister. about said blindspot premier. she's writing a book and considering killing off one of the characters and i told her i didn't want someone to get to the end of her book and wish she hadn't read it which is how i feel about blindspot rn

Ever go camping? i do, my major is parks and rec so im a ~big outdoors girl~ but im actually more into the historical preservation side of things and i dont really like camping but i have been dragged into it bc of my major

Do you take vitamins? no but i take a shit ton of medication. y'all didnt need to know that srry.

Do you go to church every Sunday? yes. before that got cancelled too. its fine.

Do you have a tan? i do! super proud of it. its the beginning stages

Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza i hate chinese food

Do you drink your soda with a straw? yes

What colour socks do you usually wear? white

Do you ever drive above the speed limit? ....ok does anyone follow the exact speed limit? come on. ive never gotten a ticket tho

What terrifies you? a lot of things. small spaces. bugs. heights but only sometimes. losing a loved one. change. im an anxious person ok

Look to your left, what do you see? a wall (these are entertaining answers im serving yall)

What chore do you hate? vacuuming. GOSH I HATE IT. idk why but it pisses me off every time. i think its cause it makes me sweat and like why should i have to SWEAT from vacuuming? its so loud too i can't listen to music while i do it

What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? g’day mate

What’s your favourite soda? coke zero or dr pepper

Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive-thru? drive-thru unless the drive-thru is too long and then it defeats the purpose of going for fast food so i go in

Who’s the last person you talked to? my mom

Favourite cut of beef? i dont eat red meat :P

Last song you listened to? holding on and letting go - ross copperman (tvd forever)

Last book you read? my major is reading heavy and my minor (history) is even more reading heavy. i had a history class this semester where i had to read 6 books in their entirety so that's the last thing i read. i havent read for fun since i started college lol. but i do still read fanfic and that counts

Favourite day of the week? friday. its the anticipation of the weekend without the disappointment of the weekend

Can you say the alphabet backwards? lol no

How do you like your coffee? if i make it myself i like it with creamer and splenda. if i get it out i like sugar free vanilla lattes with nonfat milk (yes im a basic bitch I KNOW. i also take a sip and if it tastes wrong i go ‘um excuse me is this the nOn FaT MiLk’ like im literally that bitch)

Favourite pair of shoes? aesthetically ive got some bomb heels but i havent had the occasion to wear those in a long time

The time you normally go to bed? before all this 11-1. now idk time is just a construct

The time you normally get up? ..before all this 8/9 depending on what time my class was. now i force myself to get up around 9/10. i dont naturally wake up. if i dont set an alarm i will sleep until 1pm

What do you prefer, sunrise or sunsets? i like both but i havent seen many sunrises bc i dont wake up. so sunset

How many blankets on your bed? twooo

Describe your kitchen plates: the ones at my parents house are just plain white and the ones in my apartment are plain green. wow im plain.

Do you have a favourite alcoholic beverage? so ya girl just turned 21 !!!! and no, im not a big fan. it all tastes like cough syrup. help.

Do you play cards?. my family does sometimes. i think its boring

What colour is your car? dark grey. her name is the black pearl. shes not black tho....

Can you change a tire? no but ive never tried

Your favourite province? ok this question is gonna show my ignorant american side and i dont want it to soooo

Favourite job you’ve ever had? i used to work at this place that did mommy and me music classes. i taught the one that was a drop off class called school skills so it was like k5 for 3-4 yrs old

How did you get your biggest scar? i dont have many scars. i have one above my eye from falling backwards into a rocking chair lol

What did you do today that made someone else happy? i dont know, honestly. i feel like im barely interacting with people. i ran errands with my mom and i think that made her happy...but she was in a bad mood so hard to tell lolol

anyway, this was fun and now im not thinking about that show. crap now im thinking about it. UGH.

tagging: @hpfangirl13 @amazalina @dorisquinn @rebel-belles @vivianelynne20 @modernlifehistorian (i know you're there) @sherlolly-siya @fromiftowhen

#tag game

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themadvigilantist · 4 years

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things about time lords that was new to me and/or i forgot about that i’m now going to consider canon for basically every time lord in a fight:

Time Lords' physical forms are only fragments of much vaster multi-dimensional ones existing in a realm invisible to humans; this aspect is able to create coincidences around a Time Lord. (and everyone is so surprised by how strong they are. gallifreyans are (possibly) stronger than the hulk and captain marvel full force. k bye)

While the human eye was just a dish of light-sensitive cells, leaving the brain to do all of the processing, the Time Lord retina was capable of thinking on its own. As a result, on Gallifrey, the retina replaced fingers as the main method of communicating with machines. (a brain for the skull and a brain for each eye and just holy shit. they can feel people with their eyesssssss.) Gallifreyan eyes were better at seeing in general, as well as in the dark, as they could gather and enhance available light. They could notice incredible amount of detail from distances of at least one hundred yards away, as well as people that were well beyond the human line of sight. Gallifreyans had incredibly precise control of their eyes (which explains a shit ton on why the doctor’s eyes just get bigger when they can’t find a companion and have to resort to yelling their name. it’s like that meme about yelling something to get them to respond but extreme sports edition. like extreme marco polo or waldo like holy shit).

Gallifreyans could survive some falls which would shatter the bones of humans.

If pushed from a height into a liquid, a Time Lord body was capable of protecting them, sealing up the lungs to conserve air for a short period (see Hell Bent and 12′s constant diving)

Gallifreyans could survive extreme cold, due to having a "souped-up metabolism"; they could even withstand exposure to a vacuum for a few minutes with the only consequence being blindness rather than death. They could also survive extreme heat. They could even survive the subzero temperatures and extremely low pressure of vacuum for around six minutes, and survive electric shocks that would be fatal to humans.

Röntgen radiation affected Gallifreyans so minimally that Gallifreyan children were routinely given radioactive toys in the nursery. They could, at will, absorb very high doses of Röntgen radiation, transform it into a form harmless to humans, and expel it from their bodies. Radiation of other kinds could be fatal, but even then a Gallifreyan could handle much higher doses than a normal human could, and could hold out much longer than even most terrestrial life-forms, although a unique form of radiation around the Lakertyan System was only fatal to Time Lords while being harmless to humans.

Gallifreyans needed less sleep than humans, and could make do with as little as an hour.

A Gallifreyan who was severely injured without actually needing to regenerate to heal the damage would generally slip into a healing coma, and devote all his or her energy to healing the injury. While in the coma, they would appear to be dead.

Time Lords also seem to have an increased resilience to higher frequencies of sound.

Gallifreyans could be disabled by a blow to the left shoulder, which possessed a vulnerable nerve cluster.

Gallifreyans were capable of resisting attempts to disintegrate their bodies, despite being shown capable of disintegrating other organisms.

Early Gallifreyans deliberately infected themselves with the Yssgaroth taint to give themselves a biological advantage.

Time Lords occasionally displayed, or referred to, the ability to fly. (cough cough mary poppins, saxon, missy, that time lord messenger, tenth doctor when he got back to normal and cradled the master and cried after lucy shot him cough cough)

Even without regeneration, Gallifreyans had considerable lifespans. Within one regeneration, Gallifreyans could live for hundreds of years, yet look much younger than a human of equivalent age. (which means the curator in the 50th Anniversary of Doctor Who is 500 yrs old in that face so like imagine young tom baker but with just the short curly cut like wow)

Physical stress could cause Gallifreyans to age.

the Time Destructor may have contributed to ageing

Gallifreyan children grew at about the same rate as humans of the same age. After this point, ageing would slow, with the Gallifreyan looking like a teenager for decades. ( @girl-in-the-tardis @gallifreylegacy so basically those kids end up being like twilight minus the disco ball vampirism when they graduate college and get the highest occupation of their job. like they could be considered both the youngest president but also the oldest being visually a teenager but actually 90 yrs old. like No. 5 from Umbrella Academy)

90 is teens, 750 is middle-aged and senility age when one time lord gets over 12,000 years old (depending on the regeneration i guess???)

Gallifreyans had all the senses possessed by humans, and to generally superior degrees. Gallifreyans also had extraordinary reflexes and precision timing, literally superhuman.

In the space of four nanoseconds, a Time Lord can move fast enough to dodge shots fired at them whilst devising a plan to escape. (so that trailer where 13 is like a speedster? fucking canon y’all)

Gallifreyans showed great hand-eye coordination and dexterity with a wide variety of tool and weapons.

Gallifreyans (in "younger" bodies) were, consequently, very physically able and highly athletic

A time lord perceived sounds from the TARDIS, while located several sections away in a larger spacecraft or planet.

Gallifreyans were capable of identification by taste. (see all of tenth doctor) The Gallifreyan sense of smell was equal to their sense of taste. They could do a chemical analysis of the air using their sense of smell. On some occasions Time Lords were also able to judge what time period and location they were in by the smell of the air. (this explains that comic where rose was possessed by the ninth doctor and she basically became the ninth doctor for that strip while also talking to him out loud as he responded in her head: basically 9 was remy the rat and rose was linguini the hair-controlled human k thanks. so that’s a thing)

Gallifreyans were better at coping with sudden changes in position than humans and were harder to disorient.

As well as the senses shared with humans, Gallifreyans had further senses, with at least a sixth sense. Gallifreyans had time- and spatial-related senses and physical attributes; they were able to resist fields of slow time, notice distortions and jumps in time, retain perception of local time flow, including a secondary "backwards" consciousness during jumps back in time that could overwrite the one prescribed by forward time, directly perceive the interstellar motions of cosmological bodies or their inhabitants — including sensing the "shape" of the world to the extent that they were aware when trapped in pocket dimensions — and perceive all possible timelines. Due to their time sensitive nature, Gallifreyans could retain memories of negate or alternative timelines. (so basically the whole ‘i won’t remember this’ schtick from 50th was a sham. which explains why tenth doctor was looking for rose the second he heard bad wolf but he was on gallifrey and not earth. this boy was looking for the moment but like she just didn’t appear and then the button changed into a rose shaped one like wow ok bye) The form of eidetic short-term memory, able to recall every insignificant detail of even the most moments in time (holy shit there’s no way you can win an argument with them. that’s fucking sad...for any human anYWAY). on a quantum level, their brain could receive information from possible futures, possibly without even realising it consciously. (ahaha do you mean that the tenth doctor saw different futures where he saw all outcomes of doomsday which makes all those edits where he’s living life with rose and donna as his sister fucking true but it’s also true that canonically he went, ‘nah, have tentoo im gonna skidaddle’ and left THEM OKAY BYE AGAIN). Time Lords shared a special mental connection to the structure of history. The chakras of the Time Lord nervous system could detect contours in the Time Vortex and also felt an instinctive gut revulsion towards fixed points in time.

The Time Lord brain was much larger and more complex than the human brain. The size differences effectively ruled out brain transplants from a Gallifreyan to a human, having one, two or three brainstems (so basically that whole plot in Get Out would have backfired so fucking hard. now that would have been a wild movie.) Time Lords could also separate the hemispheres of their brain, allowing them to multitask easily. Records on some planets indicated isolated cerebral hemispheres as a characteristic of Time Lords. Time Lords had an additional brain lobe dedicated to mechanical and other bodily functions, freeing the other lobes for intellectual endeavours. The autonomic functions could be artificially supplanted with a special device, allowing the Gallifreyan to think with their autonomic brain.

Gallifreyans could sense the presence of others of their own species, with the sense being specific enough to allow identification of one another just by sight, regardless of potential recent regeneration. (v and vin tend to turn this off because they like being surprised. surprises are fun.)

Body temperature of Gallifreyans are fucking Arctic or near Pluto levels, hence the layered clothing in the most hottest climate possible like what the fuck. it explains so much on why tenth doctor still donned that luau necklace thing because that was just a nice warm spring to him okay. which means if they get sick, you need oven gloves and a heat resistant suit. that’s what im gonna assume. like holy shit. no wonder that ice didn’t do shit for 10 in the 42 ep. good to know

Time Lords displayed the ability of touch-enabled mental manipulation; this manifested itself in a number of different ways, including hypnosis, mind-reading, thought sharing, the ability to relieve dementia, putting others to sleep, influence on others' dreams, memory erasure and could also transfer knowledge quickly to another person by headbutting them. In addition, they were telepathically linked to one another and could join the entire Time Lord intelligence as one. They could hold telepathic conversations over distances, but this was more difficult. They could converse with each over the astral plane, although this ability required intense concentration, and an interruption might have fatal consequences for the Time Lord. Their telepathy extended to less intelligent animals. Perhaps because of this, they had an innate ability to understand any language. In ancient times, Gallifreyans who were capable of blocking out the telepathic thoughts of other Gallifreyans were called Individuals. They usually had red-gold hair and often went on to become Young Heroes. (THAT’S 👏🏾WHY 👏🏾THE 👏🏾DOCTOR 👏🏾WANTS RED 👏🏾HAIR 👏🏾👏🏾 THEY 👏🏾 WANT 👏🏾 TO 👏🏾BE 👏🏾A 👏🏾INDIVIDUAL 👏🏾👏🏾) They were highly resistant against, if not immune to, other forms of mind control. However, they were vulnerable to more powerful forms of mind control. (so basically Jessica Jones episodes 1 thru whatever episode Kilgrave doesn’t find out about Hogarth trying to inject herself with his DNA, they are immune but, episode where kilgrave injects himself with it and becomes powerful might be vulnerable to it if that same kilgrave did what cartoon kilgrave did with tony stark and used the stark tower to boost and spread his control over everyone...or you know, maybe can withstand wanda vision’s control. maybe. i have to consider pythia and the karn so, it’s a good 50 - 50 chance on kilgrave and wanda being able to mind control a time lord. like properly. so jot that down)

Gallifreyans (Time Lords) don’t have prostates.

#mv: decretum #mv: longpost #mv: reference #ooc #doctor who #egyptroyal #c: 10 #vc: 11 1/2 #oc: the scientist #c: 0 #oc: allura #oc: the technician #oc: the sargeant

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defleurtradingco · 5 years

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Epoch- Sleep

(Previous: Green, Next: Cruelty)

“So uh, that like, normal now or, I don’t think I seen a vampire sleepin’ like that before.” Monte asked, arms crossed with his head turned towards the living room.

“He is fine, and safe here. Do not worry for it for now. There are slightly more important matters to address right now, unfortunately.” Solaina answered, sighing and draping a throw blanket over the downed Lowrey who’d fallen asleep waiting for Monte to arrive.

“I mean like, how do ya breathe with yer face mashed inta the sofa cushion like that-” “You’re asking how a vampire needs to BREATHE?” Gray scrunched his nose up at the sight.

“I’m just sayin’-”

“Anyway-” Solaina cleared her throat loudly as she came back to the dining room area. “So, first things first Mr. Randal has relayed to me that he is in need of assistance in locating his lost family. I would like to make it a point that he has not provided me very many details in the matter, so we have very little to go on.” She gave the cat-man a pointed look. He shrunk back in his seat at the table.

Monte idly picked at a spot on his lip. “Woulda helped ta tell ME that in the beginning dude. I thought you were out here doin’ a job, not lookin’ fer people.”

“I WAS- I AM.” Gray sputtered defensively.

“Then is there any reason you are withholding information?” Solaina asked, with a slightly more demanding tone.

Gray squirmed in his seat, more figuratively than physically, as he wiped a palm on his pants. “Listen- things are just really complicated right now and I don’t wanna accidentally say something that’ll make you think something else-” “Like what??” “I mean ya held a gun up to ‘er, so I dunno what could possibly be worse at this point n’ all-”

“Listen I-” Before they could all delve further into the argument that was inevitably brewing, the front door opened. Liam didn’t walk in immediately however. Instead, he opted to poke his head in first. “I-is everything all right?? I heard you needed to borrow my house for a uh...” He came inside slowly, his attention mostly directed at the couch. “A uh… meeting.”

“Yes, or rather, a bit of an interrogation at this point.” Solaina sighed again in frustration. She needed something cold. “Where do you keep your glasses?” “Oh er-” Liam had already made a beeline for the sofa. Or rather, the vampire on it. “To the left of the sink in the cabinet- the fridge should have ice in it, or if you want something else feel free… Goodness why in the world is he down here?! He was upstairs when I had left!” “He let me into the house.” “There was a spare key under the mat you know! I told you.”

“A’right a’right doc calm down. I’ll take ‘im up.” Monte came over ,leaning down and picking Lowrey up with relative ease and throwing him over his shoulder. “Thought he woulda been heavier, color me surprised.” “I wouldn’t know,” Liam muttered as he followed Monte up the stairs and away from the other two.

Solaina stood practically over Gray, looking down at him with her glass of ice water in hand.

Gray only bunched himself up onto the chair more than he already was.

“You know, the less I know, the less I am able to help you.”

He didn’t respond.

“But...” Solaina continued. “I am aware that sometimes situations can be… delicate. As this one seems to be. Perhaps there are reasons you cannot share. And that may be just the way it is.

Still…

Is there absolutely nothing else that you can share with me?” With some small sound of reluctance, Gray swallowed and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. He thought about it for several long moments, as they both listened to the thumping around on the second floor. Monte exclaimed something but neither of them could make it out.

“...All I can think of right now’s goin’ back to where it all started n’ going from there.” He mumbled.

Solaina could make it out enough to understand. “And where would that be?” “Back home?” “Back home,”

“Yeah, I guess. I dunno. I’m runnin’ outta ideas...And time. Probably.” “Where IS your home?” “Back in Vegas, it’s in the suburbs away from the Strip so we’d hafta go back and poke around a bit but… I haven’t been able to head back there in some time. I hope it’s still there… It was kinda an old neighborhood but, over the years the place seems to have built up some.”

It wasn’t the best starting point in the world, but it was more than they had before. And it would have to do.

Solaina took a sip of her water.

“Can you provide me the address?” “Yeah,”

“Good.” She went back to her temporary workstation at the table and sat down, setting her glass aside. “You should get some sleep. We will head there to look around in the morning. Perhaps we will run into something or someone who can help.”

Gray scooted his chair away from the table.

“And you shouldn’t leave again.”

“I’m not...”

“Good.”

He couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he moved away from the table, over to the living room couch to sit down. As he did so, Monte and Liam came back downstairs.

“Tellin’ ya that guy looks like he’s on Death’s door. I seen cartoon close ups of characters bein’ all grody look better than him.”

“He doesn’t look THAT bad! He’s just...” Liam sounded (understandably) frustrated. That much came to a brief halt when he spotted Gray sitting on his couch. He was all dusty- and the thought of a dusty couch made him squirm-

Instead he made himself follow Monte to the dining room. “So?? What’s going on then??” He asked impatiently.

“Any progress while we were droppin’ off th’ potato sack upstairs?” Monte added.

“Mr. Randal will take us to his old home tomorrow. From there we will do a bit of investigating and see whether or not we can find any new information on his missing family.” “Huh...old home… where does he live??” Liam asked, heading over towards the fridge. He needed something stronger than ice water.

“He will show us tomorrow.”

Monte raised his only brow, before looking over his shoulder at Gray sitting alone in the other room. “...Right I guess… Sleepover then. Wooooo.”

“No, NO sleepovers. You can stay here overnight but we’re not doing anything that’s making a mess- I mean look at all the dirt and dust you’ve tracked in already! There’s a DOOR MAT outside for a REASON you know!” Liam was quick to point out.

“Doc- you’re gonna bust an artery over nothin’-” “No I am NOT going to bust ANYTHING over nothing! It’s a matter of- you don’t track a mess into other people’s houses!!”

“Ain’t nothin’ a damn vacuum can fix in a couple minutes!!”

“No one takes ANY consideration into how much TIME I put into CLEANING this place-”

Solaina kept her attention fixated on her laptop. Every so often she checked her email, or her phone, but beyond the usual business, there was nothing from Adrian.

Not even after she’d alerted him of the smuggling situation at Area 51.

It annoyed her.

#epoch #everyones grindin her gears

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bishiglomper · 2 years

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I have used. All my spoons for the day.

Got up after 2 hours sleep. Took couch to dump. 2 trips to the store to pick up the couch. Stopped to vacuum it. Ran inside Wal-Mart for a gift before we forgot. Grabbed fast food. Went on a detour to find out why there was a smoke cloud over one end of town.. (Multiple brush burnings) moved half the couch in. Watched 2 hours of tv. Picked up a little bit until we had a square of clear space. There's literally a 4ft tall pile of just. Shit. Beyond the demarkation line.

Tried to vacuum. Its an old piece of shit. Despite trying to unclog it, it just.. spat dirt everywhere. It did a sub par job of sucking up anyway.

So I swept. Manually. Over shitty carpet. With a broom.

Demarkation line around the start of my dirt pile. Imagine that thick layer in a 2ft circumference. Is how much it ended up being. Red broom and yellow shovel were what i used.

Our carpet is so fucking gross. Even if we use professional steamcleaners , its still dotted with black tar. 😒 it desperately needs shampooing though.

The exertion was enough to make me a panting, red-faced, soaking wet pile of blah when I was done. And since I was soaked with sweat and covered in a layer of dusty God-knows-what, I took a shower. Which in itself is a large spoon. I was a limp noodle, i nearly fell out. I'm just. Really not in good shape. 😂

I've been out the shower now for like 20 minutes, Im still not breathing normal.

All this crap just from sweeping...

Just one room...

😦

I was gonna go over to aunts to work on sewing sissys blanket. But not now. 😩 no spoon for that.

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pettigrw · 6 years

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whats up fellas, its bee again, bringing to You my son peter pettigrew !! i am , ,... v v soft for this boi, i have been writing him for .. over 4 years now ?? wow ???? and im super super excited to bring him to you so !! please love him ( & me ) and without further Ado find out more under the cut

the trees unloose their soft arms from around ( peter pettigrew ) — ( he ) reminds me of ( laughter breaking the stillness of a suburban summer night, coughing on whiskey and cigarettes, running a restless hand through messy blond hair, the soft ticking of a grandfather clock, bruised knuckles stuffed in the pockets of scuffed jeans. the golden rays of the late afternoon sun. quick glances seeking approval, a cheeky grin once it’s been earned. dog eared comic books in a cardboard box under your bed, feet dangling over the edge of the roof, staring down the stars, wanting to be a hero but not quite knowing how ). a ( seventh ) year ( gryffindor ), the ( escapist ) is known for being being ( intuitive ) & ( facetious ), however ( foolhardy ) & ( self-doubting ). rumour has it that the ( seventeen ) year old ( tarjei sandvik moe ) doppleganger is seizing their moment by siding with the ( order ).

pinterest board !!

character insp includes xander harris ( btvs ), adam parrish ( the raven cycle ), peter parker ( mcu ), ron weasley ( am i using a harry potter character as inspiration for another harry potter character? maybe )

peter pettigrew. born in sheffield, england to a muggle father and a magical mother. he lived in a small brick house with old fashioned furniture. his family has always been catholic so he dressed up and went to church every sunday. he was an only child, and it showed – his parents adored him and coddled him from the moment he was born.

perhaps because of this, or perhaps because he was a wizard, he didn’t really click with the muggle kids in his neighbourhood. he was more a mama’s boy, helping his mother dust and vacuum and fold the laundry and set the table for supper every day. his parents were worried that he wasn’t a very social child, and that he wouldn’t make many friends at hogwarts. they even considered holding him back a year, but ultimately decided against it.

but lo and behold, when he went to hogwarts he made friends! remus, sirius and james to be specific. and it was gr8 and they brought out this whole other side of him that he’d never shown before

this mischievous, snarky boy who’ll “yes ma’am” and “no ma’am” your mum to her face but just as soon make a “your mom” joke when she’s out of earshot. his smile is either shy and endearing or the cheekiest lil shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen. he’ll laugh at the worst of jokes. fluent in sarcasm. he’s great at seeming more innocent than he is ( a power used for pranks now, but much darker things later ). and yeah, he’s an enabler - his friends do stupid stuff and he doesn’t stop them. but so what? he’s a teenage boy.

his room is surprisingly neat. would never admit it but he kind of likes cheesy cliches ( he’s watched gone with the wind with his mum enough times he can quote it off by heart ). he wants to be a dashing hero like in the dog eared comic books he still has in a box under his bed. wants to sweep a girl off her feet. wants to be something more than the sidekick, at least once. sometimes he’s trying just a bit too hard to impress other people because he cares a lot more about what other people think of him than he likes to let on. slightly self conscious because he had a growth spurt over the summer – he used to be really short but now he’s all long limbs and stupid grins and dimples and tousled blond hair and he’s grown quite attractive but doesn’t realize it thank god. and hey – that’s just part of his charm. because he is charming. he just doesn’t realise it compared to james and sirius.

he compares himself to james and sirius a lot. peter has always been prone to insecure thoughts and nervous tics – during exam season his nails are always bitten down to stubs and his skin breaks out. and in the times he’s feeling particularly unhappy with himself he looks to his friends. and this can go either one of two ways – either they make him better and build him up. and really he should be able to do that himself but he’s always been dependent on other people. always. first his parents, then the marauders. or he’s feeling insecure and he looks to his friends and sees how much better they are than him. how unattainable their status is. and he feels like a useless burden, dragging them down. those are his bad days. but they’re relatively infrequent – at least for now.

he has ways to dispel these thoughts. for one, he drinks. not the best coping mechanism, granted, but whiskey burns his throat and the inside of his chest like the fire he always wished he had burning inside of him, and it makes him feel stronger and it makes him feel braver and his friends are drinking with him and soon they’re all laughing and doing stupid shit together and then the alcohol washes away any doubts peter has. and it’s good.

and sometimes he gets into fist fights. he’s gotten better at it over the years, ever since sirius taught him that your thumb isn’t supposed to go inside your fist. he feels strong when he fights, he feels a reckless sort of freedom that’s as close to confidence as he’ll ever get. and sometimes he picks fights he knows he can’t win, but hey, that’s part of the thrill, right? because he also knows that his friends can bail him out, and he also knows that the black eye he’s going to have in the morning will make him look tougher, and people will fuss over him and ask questions. and it’s good.

if you asked peter what the most important thing in the world is to him, he would say his friends. and he would say his family. not once would it ever occur to him to say himself, or his own health or happiness. and i’ll get into this more later, but when the war begins, peter doesn’t betray his friends for himself, at least not at first. in a weird, twisted, misguided way, he does it for them. but again – i’ll get into that later.

he puts a lot of value on interpersonal relationships. and sometimes, that’s a good thing because he values those relationships and cherishes them, and he’s a wonderful friend and very intuitive. he can always tell if someone��s upset, and he’s a great listener. but also sometimes it’s a bad thing how much value he puts on those relationships. because he builds his own personal value off of them, and off how much people like him and support him. like i said – he’s always been dependent. he doesn’t know any way else to be.

and deep down, peter is an optimist. it’s his fatal flaw. how? because no matter how badly things are going, he thinks to himself that it’ll all turn out fine, in the end. something will happen, in the end. someone will save him, in the end. for instance – he has no idea what he wants to do after hogwarts. and sometimes that worries him, but most of the time he pushes it to the back of his mind. he can think about that later. it’ll turn out fine. and when the war starts, and he gets deeper and deeper involved with the death eaters, he refuses to admit how much it scares him and how big of a problem it’s becoming. because in the end, it’ll turn out fine. it always does for the good guys. he never considers that he may not be one of the good guys.

this probably won’t happen in the course of this rp ( and honestly ??? maybe hopefully never happens -- who knows, its an au rp .. ,,,... ... ) but he gets involved with the death eaters when it’s looking darkest for the order. and victory is looking certain for the death eaters. so he joins them because he has this stupid, stupid, naive hope that if he joins the death eaters, he can convince them to spare his friends when they inevitably win. he does it for them. and deep down, he knows that that’s not gonna happen, but he pushes it to the back of his mind. because it’ll all turn out fine.

[ TW CANCER, DEATH ] this year is the year his insecurity complex starts to come into play – when everything starts to unravel. it’s a slow process, and it begins with peter’s father. see, peter’s father is dying, but he doesn’t know it yet. no one does. it’s during a doctor’s appointment, a month from now, that william pettigrew will be diagnosed with stage ii pancreatic cancer. he won’t make it. he will die before peter graduates from hogwarts.

peter’s mother will not deal with it well. she will retreat into herself, mourning the death of her husband, and peter will be forced to spend most of the summer after his last year caring for her, while struggling with his own grief. suddenly, peter will go from the doting, loving support of both parents to the support of neither.

so he’ll turn to his friends, desperate, seeking validation and support, but they’re each starting their own lives. there’s a war starting, they’re all beginning their own independent lives but peter – remember, peter has always been dependent. and suddenly, his insecurities are making a surprise comeback. the golden years at hogwarts, what peter will later realize were the best years of his life, are gone, and so is the carefree boy peter used to be.

but anyway. that’s the canon future. like i said, au rp, who knows what’ll happen?? could order!peter emerge???? will peter be able to deal with his growing insecurity complex in a healthy way??? stay tuned folks

either way though, right now peter is just a normal teenage boy, impulsive and goofy and self-conscious

#mmnt.intro

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sevensstories · 7 years

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Christmas Wishes Chapter X: April Fools!

Fandom: Undertale Prompt: Stuffed Dog (courtesy of @petchricor ) Characters: Sans, Papyrus Ships: The harbor be empty Updates Every Thursday

Chapter 1: Nightmares Chapter 2: Gotta Get That Letter In Chapter 3: Do You Have Any Word Searches? Chapter 4: Mistakes Chapter X: April Fools! You are here Chapter 5: Sans Has Regrets Chapter 6: The Morning After

WARNING! This is not a real chapter! This was an April Fools joke to my beta readers! That being said, I hope you all enjoy it anyway

He had tried everything. He had tried everything and it still wasn't good enough.

Sans stared down at the jar of dust, his sockets black and empty. How could this have happened? How could he have let this happen? He had killed his little brother. Even if fate smiled upon him just this once and the world reset, how would he ever live with himself? He was a dirty brother killer now. Things couldn't go back, not after this. To make things worse there was still the matter of spreading his dust. With how many times Papyrus had died this was far from Sans' first time performing the task. That being said, Papyrus had never died like this before, killed by the one person he loved most.

Sans paused, considering that for a moment. The one person Papyrus loved most. He had always spread his brother's dust on his prized possessions but, although it wasn't an uncommon practice among monsters, he had never considered spreading Papyrus' dust on a living being.

He let out a soft sigh, running a hand over his skull before giving a sad smile. “Heh, first time for everything I guess.”

Next he had to consider where he would do it. Of course Snowdin was their home, but Papyrus had always been fond of Waterfall. There was a particular little nook off of the glowing path that he liked, filled with echo flowers and soft grass. Maybe that's where he should go. So few people knew about it that it was unlikely Papyrus would be disturbed there. At least, not before the world had a chance to reset. No doubt Frisk would reset it the second they found out Papyrus was already dead. If they didn't then Sans would either beg or, if that didn't work, kill them over and over until they had no choice. Either way he was going to get his brother back but, for now, he was going to give him a proper send off.

He pushed himself up with a grunt before brushing the snow off his shorts. Truth be told he lacked the motivation to walk all the way to Waterfall. Even if he didn't feel that way he didn't want to risk someone following him in and disturbing Papyrus' final resting place. Luckily for him he knew a shortcut.

The pupils disappeared from his sockets and there was the brief sensation of being sucked into a vacuum. The world went black for a moment and, when the light came back, he was standing in the secret cavern. With glowing mushrooms and crystals peppering the ceiling and the floor being carpeted by echos flowers and soft, navy grass it was no wonder why Papyrus had been fond of the secret room. It was breathtaking. Sans shuffled through the flowers, listening to their soft whispers. His breath hitched and tears gathered in the corners of his sockets when he found that the majority were the remnants of his beloved brother.

“Nyeh! No human today, but they'll come soon! I can feel it in my bones, nyeh heh!”

“Sans still won't pick up his sock! What is an amazing, handsome, charismatic skeleton to do?”

“Training with Undyne was great today! Though I have begun to question the necessity of burning down the kitchen...”

“Mettaton came out with a new show today! Nyeh! I'm so excited!”

“Sans may be a lazy bones, but I still love him very much...”

“hOI! im tem! ur boOtyful!”

“I'll be a royal guardsman soon, I just know it!”

Sans stopped, furrowing his brow. He took a few steps back, lowering his skull to one of the flowers.

“hOI! im tem! ur boOtyful!

He sighed and shook his head before starting forward again. “Damn Temmies, I swear they're everywhere.”

Sans stopped when he reached the center of the room and knelt down in the grass. He took one last look around the room, took a deep breath, and opened the jar.

“I love you, Papyrus.”

Sans closed his sockets and poured the jar of dust over his skull. He held his breath and waited for most of it to slide from his bones and settle on the grass beneath him. When he felt that the majority of it had sifted into a comfortable rest, he let out a puff of air through his teeth and nose to clear the dust from his face. It may have been customary to leave the dust on you for a couple of days, but it was also taboo to breathe it in. Not that that was a problem, he didn't mind watching the dust scatter before resting on the petals of the echo flowers. That's where it really belonged, not on a dirty brother killer. Then again papyrus would probably disagree, and his wishes were what really mattered.

Sans stood, rolling his shoulders and letting any excess dust drift to the ground. Now all there was left to do was go home, mourn, and wait for this to all be over.

“tem cav iz thiz wai! iz secroit! hoory up!”

Temmie bounded towards the cave, shivering in excitement. Beautiful flowers! Pretty crystals! Glowey mushrooms! Cushy grass! It was the best cave! Temmie could find Temmie Flakes in the Tem cave! Then Temmie could sell Temmie Flakes and go to Tem college like Temmie in the Tem Shop and get an education! Temmie had the best plan!

“temmie dun wunna run no moar, temmie toired!” Temmie whined, ears drooping. Temmie had been chasing Temmie all day, Temmie has so much energy how is Temmie supposed to keep up?

“tem almoost theere! iz thru heer!!” Temmie slipped through a big crack in the rocks that looks like it's not there in the dark??

“WOA!! temmie not see cav?!?!” Temmie rushed in after Temmie to see the amazing Tem cave.

When Temmie got inside of the Tem cave Temmie gasped. “iz boOtyful!!!1!1”

“tem kno!! tem haz net 2 get teh temmie flakes! Tem wil haz muns 4 colleg!” Temmie squealed. “AND tem haz boOtyful floowrs! floowrs smel prity!”

Temmie leaned in and smelled the flowers! Temmie got weird dust on Temmie's nose and sneezed!

“aaAachuu!!!” Temmie bounced a bit with the sneeze before scrunching up its nose. “tis floowr smelz funnie!”

“temmie wunna smel!” Temmie leaned in to smell it but Temmie stopped them!

“nO! temmie cant smel, tem soid so!” Temmie shoved Temmie away from the flower!

“foine!” Temmie huffed. “dun wunna smel floowr anywai! tem floowr STOOPID!”

“tem--” Temmie stopped, a shudder running through their body. Their front legs collapsed, letting their cheek rest on the floor. “tem dun feel so gud...”

“iz tem okai?” Temmie asked in concern, crouching next to them.

“tem...” Temmie let out a dramatic cough. “tem dyin... tem need... tem need tem dooctr...”

“tem NO DIE!” Temmie cried, leaping up. “tem wait heer, temmie get tem dooctr!”

Temmie bounded off, leaving Temmie alone in the hidden cave. The cave was no longer the best cave, not if it made Temmie sick. Temmie gave a soft whine, burying its face in the cushy grass. Temmie felt sick. Temmie's soul hurt. Temmie wanted spaghetti? Temmie wanted to do puzzles?? Temmie didn't feel like Temmie anymore??!

No, Temmie didn't feel like Temmie anymore. Temmie felt like...

The Great Tempyrus.

Sans sat curled on Papyrus' bed, staring at the wall with black, empty sockets. Papyrus' scarlet cape was clutched between his fingers, covered in a light layer of dust. He wasn't really planning on leaving this spot until the kid came through. Why would he? There was nothing to wait for anymore. He didn't even have anyone to fight this time, not unless he wanted to kill himself. Then again, if he didn't need to stay to beg Frisk to reset he probably would.

A loud crash from the downstairs tore him away from his thoughts. He jolted in surprise before going absolutely still, listening to the sound of broken glass crunching under someone's shoes. With how many times their windows had been broken he was more than familiar with the sound by now. Normally he would just shrug it off and have it fixed later, but someone had to have open hell of a nerve to break in while he was grieving. Sans took a deep breath before pushing himself up. Whoever was down there was gonna have a bad time.

He shuffled out of the room, keeping a tight grip on his brother's cape. Whoever had broken in was now banging around with the pots and pans. That wasn't something any of the dogs normally did and Undyne wouldn't dare to even consider breaking in right after Papyrus' death. If he weren't dust Sans would bet it was Papyrus himself. The taller skeleton would always break through the window when he was locked out.

Sans stopped at the kitchen doorway, sockets narrowing. Oh hell no. There, making a mess in this brother's kitchen, was a Temmie. It was currently trying to put a pot filled with water on the stove, but it wasn't nearly tall enough. It could hardly even pick up the pot with its small, bony paws.

Wait, bony? That couldn't be right. Sans inched closer for a better look. Instead of milky white fur, the Temmie had pale bones and was wearing what looked like a Battle Body. Sans felt unease twist in his gut. Absolutely none of this seemed right.

The Temmie twisted around. A creepy, permanent grin was stretched across its skull.

“Sans!” It cried. “Sans! halp meh get teh pot on teh stoove! NYEH!”

Sans went still, staring at the creature before him. This, this thing, why was it dressed like him brother? Why did it sound like his brother? How dare it imitate The Great Papyrus? The pupils disappeared from his sockets and his voice dropped an octave.

“Look, pal, I don't know who you are, but if you don't--”

“dun be silly, Sans!” The Temmie shouted. “i iz the GRATE TEMPYRUS! ur luvable tem bruther!”

“My brother is dead,” Sand growled, his left eye glowing a bright cyan, “and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let anyone pretend to be him!”

The Temmie's sockets widened in terror. “NO! Sans, dun hit meh again!”

Sans stopped, hesitating a moment before speaking. “What did you just say?”

Bright orange tears pooled in the corners of Tempyrus' sockets, its small frame trembling. “i dun wunna be dust again! NYEH! dun hurt meh!”

Sans stood frozen, staring at the supposed Tempyrus in shock. “How do you know about that?”

“Sans, it's ME!” Tempyrus cried. “im not ded!”

What Tempyrus was saying wasn't even remotely possible. Part of his wanted to work everything out and part of him wanted to just curl up and pray that all of this was a really bad, really confusing dream.

However, before he even had time to react, the Annoying Dog leapt through the already broken window and skidded across the floor, eyes glinting with a serious light. Tempyrus barely had the chance to squeal in surprise before the dog opened it's jaws wide and took in the entire of the abomination, swallowing it in one massive gulp. The dog cleared its throat before trotting over to Sans.

“Man that was one hell of a meal, I'm stuffed,” it muttered to itself. It then perked up and spoke in a deep, rich voice. “The threat to the multiverse has been neutralized. No need to thank me, it is my job as your god after all. Just go about your business, citizen.” With that it gave a high pitched bark, wagged its stubby tail, and hurled itself back out the window.

Sans watched dumbfounded for a moment before shaking his head and muttering to himself, “I really have to ask Grillby what's in those damn drinks...”

#Christmas Wishes #Undertale #SevensStories #WhySoSeven #Sans #Papyrus #Temmie #Annoying Dog

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unicyclehippo · 7 years

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(I'm gonna mark these asks as from gay writing anon) On the topic of writing queer relationships in media: I totally agree that queer relationships need to be approached and written more carefully than het relationships. However, how "different" their writing needs to be I think depends on the subject matter and environment of the show. Like if the writing team wants to milk the "queer drama" of coming out, then they have to do more to treat the queer relationship right in writing.

Gay writing anon part 2) But what if the show is set in an environment where queer relationships are absolutely 100% nothing to bat an eyelash at / not at all out of the ordinary? I think they still to be written carefully, but do they need to necessarily be written differently than het relationships in these instances? Of course, this brings up the issues of writings teams who say "oh sexuality isn't an issue in our world" because they don't want to deal with the difficulties of writing (cont

(gay writing anon part 3) queer relationships legitimately, accurately, and sensitively. Media doesn't exist in a vacuum, so I'm not trying to argue that this is how shows should address queer relationships. I'm just wondering whether they are really inherently different in-universe of every show - they're obviously different than het relationships in how they'll be perceived by the audience, but what about the characters/universe? I absolutely agree on all of the other points you made (cont)

(gay writing anon part 4) especially your points about not having any normal feel-good coupley moments, and cishet writers having difficulties in pinning down what being queer is really like. I know when I first started coming to terms with my sexuality, I just ate up any media with any queerness at all. But now I'm tired of all these half-assed stories that still don't represent my experience accurately, and they're the best thing I have (excluding some examples like Alex's coming out) (cont)

(gay writing anon part 5) I just wanted to say again that I'm not trying to pick a fight or argue or anything like that - just trying to figure out my own feelings about queer rep in media (which I'm still muddling through) and compare them to others. I'm supremely grateful if you read all of this, and totally understand if you didn't. (If I forgot to go on anon for any of the parts, could you please not publish that part? I'm fine with you knowing my url, but I'd rather it not be public.)

okay im notoriously terrible w explaining stuff go figure?/ im a “writer” apparently (pls note here that i am hardcore rolling my eyes @ myself) but im gonna try bc u went to a heap of effort here & like im always a slut for literary discussion (esp when someone knows more than me bc im like heck Yes teach me smth?? anyway onwards)

so for me, when i say that a queer relationship always needs to be written different from a het relationship, part of that ofc is bc media doesnt exist in a vacuum as u point out!! & historically queer representation has been violent & stereotypical or completely erased or treated as a joke or a punishment etc so from this point like u said with modern stories dealing w coming out or realisations like i think those are rly valid & rly important avenues to explore still like there are ppl who dont feel represented by what we’ve seen so far & there are stories that have barely been touched on if at all & there’s so much more work & fun to be had there (hopefully a lot of fun) & i esp think that these need to be handled w care & with so so much love . i think also that queer relationships need to be written differently from het relationships bc like,, i feel like there is a lvl of awareness? like this is a constant choice that we are making to hold someones hand in public, to say these vows in front of family & friends & u KNOW that one family member has been teetering on the edge of blatant homophobia but is being threatened by that other family member to keep it to their damn self for one fucking day bc its a goddamn wedding ok or whatever there is this awareness & i think its kind of,, not deceitful but maybe ignorant or smth?? to ignore the ways in which society always has an effect on our relationships that het relationships dont? rly experience?

theres more to say abt it & i doubt i did that well at all but there just one tiny thing i wanted to say abt those universes that view sexual orientation as a non-issue which is like,,, for me especially, its hard to see true rep for queer women bc this is an orientation that is absolutely not abt men. but,, they’re so prominent in all these stories & i dont mean queer women who were married before they came out or who have had sex w men like thats legit & valid & they’re so valid im not abt that gold star bullshit i just mean like a queer relationship between two women, or more for our poly pals what up pals, in this queer relationship there are??? no men involved??? & its hard to convey exactly how i would want this to be represented in media i dont mean they cant be friends with men or family with men certainly not, i just mean that i feel like there is this gap of understanding like,, this is a love that is like,, it’s different!!! it’s !!!!! everything. i truly believe that this kinda love, this kinda relationship, is inherently different from a het relationship. it isn’t the same therefore it Must be different.

i dont know if this makes sense or if u would agree w it at all, its cool if u dont, but yknow there we go. i tried lol

#boom answered #im sorry #this is a mess?#Anonymous

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beescream · 7 years

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For @scenitroute! I was your Secret Santa @undertalesecretsanta this year, and I hope you like what I wrote for you - happy new year, too! Eta: when i moved this over from my fic editor it deleted all of my italics! Pls dont reblog this til i fix it :( im at work but i will do it asap.

Eta2: fixed it!

“You know,” Papyrus remarked, absently stirring his tea as he gazed out at the sleet battering the road outside, “in all the books underground, when they show pictures of Spring, usually it looks.. greener. And less, you know, generally awful.”

From across the room, Sans hummed agreement and turned another page of the heavy paperback book he was cradling.

“I think that Fluffy Bunny might have been a little idealistic, Sans.”

“Surely not, bro.”

“I’m afraid so, Sans. I think the author of Fluffy Bunny may have been misled, somehow. Or lived somewhere less… abysmal.”

Sans looked up.

“You gotta remember, bro, it’s only mid-January. It’s not Spring yet. Maybe it’ll get better then?”

Papyrus turned away from the dismal view to squint at Sans, head tilting as if he was attempting to get water out of the ears he didn’t have.

“But we have celebrated Christmas, Sans! As you and I are both aware, the next season after Christmas is Spring, and as we left Christmas behind in December, along with the New Year - one of them, at least - that logically means that we are now in Spring.”

Sans’ vision tracked him as he paced across the living room of their new property. Three months was not long enough to make it feel like home, but it was getting there. He’d even managed to get Sans to promise to pick up any socks he left downstairs, and help with chores. His brother had even begun to wear other clothes - as had Papyrus! Human fashion was myriad and fascinating, and even a little intimidating at times, but that hadn’t stopped him from joining with his friends and the human for their first ever shopping trip.

Papyrus found his mind wandering back to the day he’d spent with his friends (friends! He had friends!), digging through boxes of clothes in charity shops, perusing the racks at department stores, being gazed at by many, many humans who were no doubt fascinated by his pearly white bones. Since moving up to the surface he’d read a little more about humans (to be polite) and found that humans also contained skeletons! Possibly they were related somehow, but no doubt it explained why he and his brother often got such strong reactions.

“Papyrus..?”

Papyrus’ head turned sharply to look at his brother, who appeared somewhat amused.

“Been calling you for a couple minutes. Here.”

“Don’t, Sans- augh!”

He reached out and snatched the mobile phone Sans had so carelessly tossed in his direction out of the air.

“One day you’ll break this, you know.”

“I know you’ll catch it.”

Sans shrugged, face already back in his book. Papyrus could see the glossy pages from where he stood, emblazoned with stars. He wasn’t sure why his brother loved them so much, but if it made him happy..

He looked at the phone’s screen.

“Spring,” it said, “is one of the four seasons. This year, Spring begins on the first of March, and ends on the thirty-first of May.”

The article then went on to talk about other seasons. Papyrus backed out of the article and searched again, this time more generally, for “Spring”. Once more he was displayed pictures of sun, blue skies, green grass, and lambs (apparently essential, for a proper Spring.There were also some coiled pieces of metal, although he discounted those). He scrolled through the results and frowned.

“Do humans only clean at one time of the year?”

“Uhh.. don’t think so. Why?”

“There are all these articles about Spring Cleaning.. I really hope our human acquaintances are more sanitary than these ladies. Brenda says she does her best cleaning in Spring.. Well, Brenda, maybe your cleaning would be better if you practised it year-round!”

“You tell her, bro.”

Papyrus looked around. All this talk of cleaning was making him feel antsy. His gaze alit on the tree.

“Don’t you think it’s about time we got rid of that, Sans? It sheds everywhere, and the dog is bad enough without pine needles, too.”

“I thought we were gonna wait ‘til February? If you wanna toss it, go for it. Means you don’t have to vacuum every hour, anyway.”

Papyrus privately thought saying he vacuumed every hour was unfair. It was every two hours, maybe every hour and a half if the tree was being particularly shed-y. It would be nice to have that time back.. And Sans would probably appreciate it, not being woken every few hours through the night.

“I’ll take it down to the dump,” he decided, “do you want to come, Sans?”

“I’m good, thanks, bro. But maybe Undyne would want to? You haven’t seen her in a couple of days. And you could, you know. Talk to her about.. That Thing.”

Papyrus nodded. He really did need to discuss That with her. This would be a trip to the dump with purpose!

—

An hour and a half later, and many, many needles down his shirt, in his socks, and one particularly awful introduction of a branch into his eyesocket, he was ready to go. Glaring at the tree, wrapped in a dirty sheet from Sans’ bed to stop needles from covering his car’s back seat, he slammed the door and winced as he heard the pot hit the door. Hopefully it wouldn’t leave a mark..

“Hugkh-”

“Hey, dude!”

Papyrus wheezed from beneath Undyne, air having been knocked out of him at her forceful greeting.

“Trip to the dump, huh? I am all over that! Do you think it’ll be much different from the one we had, you know, down there?”

Papyrus indicated he had no idea. Then, rather more forcefully, he indicated he’d quite like to get up, please.

“Ha! That’s so like you, Papyrus. Polite to a fault, even when your face is getting mashed into the rocks!”

She heaved him upright and left him to brush himself off, instead gazing in the windows of the car.

“Thanks for inviting me out, today, by the way! I was feeling kinda… cooped up. A trip to the dump is just what the doctor ordered! Not that I’ve been at the doctor. Or anyone has been to the doctor recently.”

He glanced at her, still picking pine needles off his skort, and watched her fidget. Her bulky coat hid her hands, but he could tell she was getting twitchy.

“Anyway!”

He sighed. It would be one of those trips.

—

The weight of the tree in the back made the car drive strangely, especially in sleet. He found himself slowing down even more than he would normally, taking corners carefully, giving himself more stopping time. Undyne sighed every time he tapped the brakes, practically bouncing in her seat. She flicked between stations on the radio, not allowing a single second of adverts to make it past her ears. Eventually it hit noon, and the news came on.

“Stop,” he said, “at least let’s listen to the headlines.”

“Ugh. It’s boring..”

..nother casualty of the riots in the downtown area was taken to hospital late last night. Police are appealing for any witnesses to come forward.

Further to the news that more monsters are planning the move from Underground, a speaker from the local anti-monster group made a statement this morning that the group is planning another protest in a few weeks time. A reply from the local monster advocacy groups is not yet forthcoming.

“This sucks,” said Undyne, stabbing a finger sharply into the power button. Papyrus didn’t stop her. He may not have had a stomach, but that didn’t stop the tight, cold feeling he got when he thought about the protests. “I feel like no matter what we do nothing happens, like it’s always gonna be this way! No matter what, monsters are always gonna be protested against and, I dunno, shunned.”

“It won’t be forever,” he said, far more confidently than he felt, “the good humans outnumber the bad! One day they’ll realise we’re just like them, except far more handsome, of course.”

Undyne sighed.

“Yeah. I met some pretty cool people when Alphys took me along to the meet on Friday. Obviously we didn’t go to the march, but maybe someday in the future. I’ve been working on shields - passive ones, you know? Not just the one you get with a spear. I dunno. It’d be nice to be able to protect th- myself. And Alphys, obviously, and anyone else who needs protecting, but mostly me and Alph, you know, not-”

“We’re here,” he said, interrupting her before she got totally wound up, and guided the car into the wide area at the entrance to the dump.

“Great!”

“No-”

Too late. She was already out of the car, stumbling out into the sleet with the car still moving. He sighed and braked. Handbrake on, he dug through the glove compartment for his wallet. He didn’t know if he had to pay for use of the dump or not, but he wouldn’t be caught empty-handed! Or empty-pocketed, as it were. He tucked the wallet into his jacket and joined Undyne outside.

She jostled him with her shoulder.

“So! What’s the plan? We gonna just… javelin this thing into the centre of this place? If we got a decent run-up, we could make it pretty far. Or put it on the roof of the car, and drive really fast, then brake-”

“I was thinking more like taking it over there,” he said mildly, pointing at the sign that read ‘XMas TREE DisPOSaL’ in thick black marker.

Undyne shook a layer of sleet off her hood.

“That’s fair. Boring, but fair.”

They opened the car door and gazed in at the ghostly white-wrapped tree.

“I’ll take this end,” announced Undyne, and gripped the base of the tree, tugging hard. The tree shuddered - then the pot slid off the end, sending her stumbling back with a yelp. Darting forward, Papyrus caught her barely before she hit the ground, hearing a faint clonk of the pot landing somewhere in the distance.

They awkwardly righted themselves.

“Right,” said Undyne. “Right.”

Papyrus stepped back. He recognised that particular tone.

“Don’t hurt my car, please,” he said.

“I won’t. I’m just gonna carry that WHOLE TREE over to the disposal area ALONE,” growled Undyne, striding over confidently.

“Okay!”

“Rrrrrrraghh!”

Undyne hefted the tree over her head. It looked very impressive, Papyrus thought, or it would have if the sheet hadn’t halfway unravelled to lie damply over her face.

“Do you want me to-”

“Aaaaaaaugh!!”

“Okay.”

She ran, full tilt, across the car park, blindly. If he was being generous, he could have said it was towards the vicinity of the sign. Closing the car doors - and silently promising his poor car a proper cleaning later - he set off. Papyrus to the rescue! The rescue of whoever encountered Undyne, that was, of course. Undyne would never need to be rescued.

He found her face first in a fence.

“How’s the trip to the tree disposal area going, Undyne?”

“Great.”

“I see.”

He leaned against the fence. He still couldn’t see her face. Perhaps now, with little chance of eye contact, was a good time to bring up the Thing.

“Do you, maybe, have something to tell me, Undyne?”

“No,” she said immediately.

“Of course not. If you turn ninety degrees to your left, you’ll be headed in the right direction, by the way.”

“Thanks.”

He waited until the next crash to catch up with her.

“Okay, so, when I said you’d be headed in the right direction, that wasn’t an instruction to run directly into the sign without stopping, but at least we’re here now. You can put the tree down over there- no. No, not there, either. Left a bit - bit more- stop! Right a bit. Stop. Step back a little then toss the tree gently forwards and up. I’d say.. Maybe at an eighth of your full strength.”

The tree made a surprisingly soft shuff as it was deposited neatly at the top of the pile. Undyne struggled out of the sheet to survey their handiwork with a grin.

“Nice! We should do something like this again sometime, except, you know, with more rules and less fences. And trees,” she added, reaching into her ear to pick out a pine needle.

“Yes,” he agreed, “it was certainly an interesting experiment. Although maybe next time we could also do it when it’s not sleeting outside. Maybe… sometime in Spring?”

“Sounds good.”

They got back into the car, Papyrus waving cheerfully at the security camera he spotted on the way.

“I might go back home the long way,” he said to Undyne, “the weather is clearing up - look.”

Where he pointed to, a patch of blue could be seen between the clouds.

“Hey, nice! Spring’s just around the corner, huh?”

“Actually it’s not til March the first,” he corrected her, turning onto another street.

“Huh. Didn’t know that.”

“Neither did I, til this morning.”

He eyed her out the corner of his eye. Still looking distracted.

“I know that it may sound like an utter falsehood,” he continued, “but there are actually some things I don’t know.”

“Really?”

“I know it sounds ridiculous, but I can’t claim to know something if people don’t tell me. That would be mindreading, and while I am a skeleton of many talents, telepathy is not one of them.”

“Uh-huh.”

She was going to try to avoid it, then. Papyrus internally shook his head, then externally shook his head, too, for good measure. Time to pull out all the stops.

“Undyne.”

“Yep.”

“I know you have something to say to me. I also know that you are too scared to tell me. Frankly I can understand this - I am an awesome and frankly inspiring sight, however, we’re friends! And friends should always be able to tell each other the truth, right?”

That ought to do it, he decided. She was cracking, he could tell.

“Papyrus.. listen-”

It was a good thing the street was deserted, because when he heard her speak, he slammed on the brakes.

“Undyne!”

“Don’t,” she said, “augh, don’t, Papyrus, I’m fine!”

“You’re crying! You are not fine! What do I do? What DID I do? Oh my god, I’m the worst friend ever-”

“-no you’re not, I’m the worst, it’s ME, Papyrus - don’t you start crying too, you can’t drive if you’re blubbing, Papyrus, come on-”

He swallowed, feeling her scrub roughly at his maxilla, her thumbs wiping away the ‘tears’ of magic created by his distress.

“Sorry,” she grunted, snuffling a little, “it’s just- ugh, you’re dry, just drive, I gotta think about this, I dunno what I’m gonna say. Gimme five minutes.”

“Alright. But I’ll be counting!”

The streets began to peel by again, grey and unappealing for the most part - and then there would be a flash of colour from leftover decorations, or, rarely, from more recent ones for the Chinese New Year. He scanned the horizon, looking for birds (still a novelty, to see them so high up in the sky and moving. Birds underground didn’t fly.)

Undyne coughed.

“It’s been five minutes,” she said, “so. I’m just gonna.. Go. I’m just gonna say it.”

Papyrus raised his eyebrows expectantly after a moment.

“Are you?”

“Ngahh! Yes! I! AM!”

He watched her fist bounce off the dashboard. Hopefully no dents would be left behind. Plastic was a pain to fix.

“Alphys! Is! Pregnant! ..Maybe!”

He pulled over. He exited the car. He pulled her out of the car. He embraced her.

Then he got back into the car. After a moment, so did she.

“Uhh. So. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but.. It’s scary, you know?”

He nodded.

“But.. depending on how the next couple of checkups go, we’ll know if we’re really gonna have a kid. Or kids, seeing as both her family and mine tend towards multiples. We might end up with an ARMY! Haha!”

Undyne was gesturing wildly, far more animated now than before.

“We’re gonna have to think of names, and buy clothes, and teach them to walk and talk, and all that stuff! Real parent stuff! Real, you know, couple stuff! Which is also scary! Not that I’m scared!”

Papyrus nodded, letting it flow over him. He’d finally gotten her to open up. Emotional-Undyne crisis had been averted. Now he just had to clean his car..

Roll on March 1st. Spring Cleaning could never be this hard, right?

#secret santa #undertale secret santa #undertale #my fic #undyne #papyrus #sans #sorry about any typos and weird scanning it is not beta-read

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i had a hellish night!!! story below but then thoughts caught up to me at the end so dont read that if you dont want

all of yesterday i was feeling shit and procrastinating, which is p unusual since i had a huge assignment due and i was actually Functioning this past week, being on top of my life and shit

ive been on my period, sick with an unknown cold, bloated from both afflictions, canker sore on top of that, and all i wanted to do was sleep and watch kdrama at the same time!!!

i went to see my bf for breakfast and lunch, and joined him for a superbowl party that i was kinda just on my phone for all of it, and could hardly hear any of the halftime show

went home like “okay time to work!!!!” and didnt, which i guess is normal for a lot of people but like i had an amazing work ethic the past several weeks and i lost it again aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

so i was just dicking around from 8 to 11, and finally start on my organic chem assignment, which normally takes like 2 days to do properly and i got it done at like 3 am, a good shitty job

then realized i had to do the prelab along with it and frantically scratched that down, adrenaline fueling me bc Anxiety has returned for the semester.

i knew i wasnt gonna sleep for another hour bc i still had to calm down but THEN!!!!! i put my textbook back on my dresser next to this potted plant i’ve had for a while in college, and as im literally crawling into bed, my book falls over on top of the plant and pushes it off my dresser onto the floor, half the dirt all over my bed

amazing

i lost my favorite plant, and had to somehow quietly vacuum half the dirt off my bed in order to sleep, so i considered doing an all nighter because at this point i needed to wake up in 2 hours to go to class and theres little point in taking the equivalent of nap and feeling like shit anyway

but i remembered mon/wed/fri are the days i gotta bike like a maniac to reach all my classes and needed the energy, so vacuum quietly i did and decided to skip my first class of the day (the first college lecture i’ve ever skipped!!!! im living the spicy life!!) because my orgo 2 prof this semester sucks anyway and got instead of 2 hours of sleep i got maybe like 4!! and felt okay but i still cant focus and my eyes keep burning now ayy lmao

im not sure how to put this into words, when i tell people about my depression and they dont believe me. i feel like i portray myself as very functional and neurotypcal just because i know keeping busy will distract me from feeling shit and wanting to end. im a morning person and get out of bed easily, i recently realized i can have a really good work ethic and focus for hours on end, i make conscious health choices and doing these things dont normally drain me as they may for others because i’m terrified of a lazy sunday of sitting on the sofa, being covered in orange afternoon sunlight and doing nothing, not because i have nothing to do but because once i stop to rest at all, thoughts finally catch up to me and i will become so violently suffocated by the fact i cant imagine my future anymore. the words will constantly dance in my head to tell me to do it but i’m afraid to leave. i must move fast and never rest lest i regret

#story of a relatvely calm mental breakdown last ngiht/early morning #kryst talks #lmao sorry if ur on mobile

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