#sinister deciet

[crazyforhorror]

Haunting past

-- Alan Frog pov--

As we head to mine and Edgar’s house with Star,Michael and Sam, I think about the situation at hand. We all saw them die, so how could this be going down? Did Laddie get kidnapped by a rival clan that knew the lost boys and had been looting their cave after they have been killed? Do we need to hunt more bloodsuckers to save the little boy again? Are we even going to get to the bottom of this in time to save him? This was all so confusing to me to be honest. Soon enough we are rifling through boxes un the garage trying to find anything that could help us with this investigation. Soon enough we see a picture of a girl with me and Edgar as toddlers, she looked sad and empty but I brushed it aside for now because it nothing to do with vampire threat that once again loomed over our heads like an always present storm cloud than no matter what we cannot shake off our tails. Sam screamed out with an, “AHA!” And all of our heads turned to him with a look of curiosity.

“What if we made a trap to find the new vampire clan by making missing posters for the lost boys and make it look like we trying to find them and then KAPOW, we kill em once they fall into our trap but not before we get our answers out of them.” We all look at each other silently departing this plan before deciding to keep it on the table in case it is the plan that will work best to find the poor little kid who is missing again.

-- Paul Pov--

I don’t know how I did it but I managed to get out of the house on my own tonight. I was walking on the beach and relaxing, just me and my thoughts. It was a nice night to be out and I was enjoying the fresh air more than I would ever let on to the other boys. All of the sudden my once rigid body was run into from behind by another body that caused me to almost fall over. The look in my eyes when I turned around was a dead giveaway to my surprise at who was there. It was her, the girl who has been on my mind non stop. My jaw hung slack as my blue eyes bore into her beautiful Mocha ones. Angelic and melodic words flowed from her silky, plump rose petal lips and put me more in awe, “ I’m so sorry about that! I was so distracted by the view around me I totally missed the part where you were in front of me. Oh my name is Quinn by the way, sorry I’m just kind of an air head right now.” 

“Nonsense Quinn. It’s ok, I’m Paul and you are fine, don’t worry about me. I’m a tough guy.” she is brushing her freshly curled chocolate locks behind her ear, her dangle earings glinting in the moon light. We ended up talking the entire night about our lives and cute little trivia while eating ice cream, which lead to her talking about the night I first saw her when I was with Laddie. “You know, you and your son are adorable. He was so embaressed that his Daddy was looking at me like a teenage boy looks at the girls from school. And from the looks of it your friends agreed with me. I hope they didn’t give you too hard of a time, or I will have to go mama bear mode and beat their asses to pulps.” Her bell like giggle did not fit with her darker side she was showing but I liked it, the white pearl ring was a vintage piece that tiedin nicley with the leather fingerless gloves, the leather jacket, the black crop top and the leather skater skirt topped off with black combat boots and fishnet stockings that rose to her thighs. When her skirt shifted you would see the clips of her black garter belt come into view and I had to hold the urge to pounce on her right away. My chest felt weird and tight, my unneeded breaths were sharp and stabbing in my lungs and If i could still blush and sweat I would be a blushing, sweaty mess. I don’t know what is happening to me but im afraid to let her out of my sight long. As we parted for the night, I kissed her right hand just above the ring and bid her goodnight. Time to go tell the guys about my little perdiciment I guess.

Here comes the teasing from my brothers and new son.

A/N: 

Soo Paul and Quinn again. What is happening to our poor Paul? Does Quinn know anything is up? Is she feeling the connection? Sorry for all the time skips, I just want to make sure the story works well.

I hope you all enjoy it!

#the lost boys #sinister deciet #my fanfic #paul #david #marko #dwayne #laddie #star #alan frog #edgar frog #michael emerson #sam emerson #fanfiction #brooke mccarter #kiefer sutherland #alex winter #billy wirth #the lost boys paul #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #the lost boys star #the lost boys laddie

[remuseatsdeodorant]

Darkside!Logan

Nobody asked for me to talk about him but here I am anyway.

Got long so it’s under a cut now.

Explination goes into how recent episodes have been altered, thus any content warnings on DWIT and SvS should likely be heeded.

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-Logan wasn’t always a dark side, Logic is a good and useful thing after all.

-But a side can only handle being ignored and pushed aside for the emotions for so long.

-I’m thinking sometime around the Puppet episode. Logan has become so frustrated and angry that he’s being pushed aside and the other sides seem to just be annoyed by him.

-Obviously it’s been building up for awhile, and He’s been trying to logic himself out of his anger, push the emotions down, just keep trying, surely they’ll listen eventually.

-And well they dont. and now theyre singing this stupid song? This isn’t going to help Thomas with the issue that logically, he shouldn’t even have.

-The others didn’t expect this, Logan seemed to be opening up, goofing around with the others…

-So when he started literally glitching and lashing out at them near the end of their happy song, then disappeared… They were clearly worried.

-They quickly wrap things up with Thomas, and try to go to Logans room to check on him.

-The door is there, certainly. It’d be illogical if it were to disappear. But they cant open it. They can’t hear anything inside.

-Roman starts plotting to break down the door, Patton a bit shakey, but trying his best to help him with the plan.

-Virgil’s trying to stay calm, but Roman and Pattons frantic brainstorming isn’t helping. He mumbles that they should probably just leave him alone, he’ll come out when he’s calmed himself. He’s Logic, he’s good at that.

-Patton and Roman hesitantly agree, the three returning to their rooms, or helping Thomas with basic things.

-Meanwhile Logan is pacing in his room, the quiet hums of the new robotic bits breaking the otherwise perfect silence.

-He’s trying to ignore that Deciet sits on his bed, a large, yet somewhat sympathetic grin.

-He supposes he can kind of accept there’s some emotions. The current pace of his heart seems to prove that he’s panicing.

-He pauses his pacing, a gloved? Metallic? Both? Hand over his mouth as he stares at the wall, quickly tapping a foot.

-”Logan” Calls Deciet from the bed.

-Logan expected a more sinister tone from Deciet, not one so sad. So he turns his head, glancing at Deciet, wincing a bit at the metal creaking, but otherwise looking annoyed by the unwelcome side.

-Deciet’s smile softens, a head tilting, “They finally got to you, didn’t they?” Logan rolls his eyes as Deciet continues, “I expected Roman or Virgil, you seemed much more…. Stable…”

-”I’d prefer if you didn’t point out my failure, Deciet…” Logans tone seeming much more deadpan than normal.

-They proceed to talk for some time, Deciet helping Logan to accept what’s happened, saying the “light sides” are always so dismissive of those they disagree with…

-The sides don’t see or hear anything from Logan until Selfishness vs. selflessness.

-Deciet pops up, looking like Logan, after the sides and Thomas freak out, ask if he’s alright, and Deciet plays it off, they get started on the real issue.

-What the sides don’t know is that Logan was in on it this time.

-Once Deciet is discovered, the sides are right back to worrying about Logan. Virgil assumes Deciet did something to him, Deciet claims innocence (Which is mostly true), though he doesn’t go into any detail about him even though the sides are suspecting he knows something.

-The episode proceeds as normal until Deciet calls in Logan. He’s obviously still doing his job, just a bit quieter than before.

-The others are all freaking out again while Deciet and Logan sit and wait for them to calm down. Logan not answering a single question tossed at him.

-Once they quiet down, Logan says, “Ah so now you all wish to hear from me. Anyway, You called, Deciet?”

-The same questioning occurs until Patton comes up. Patton avoiding all questions related to the issue, trying to get any bit of information on where Logan has been.

-Logan is incredibly vague.

-”I’ve been doing my job. Working to improve Thomas. I just told all of this to Deciet, is it necessary to ask for these answers again?”

-Logan willingly zaps himself to the back of the room.

-Every time someone tries to refer to Logan as the Logical one, he corrects them to Apathy. While he is still the Logical side, he’s renamed his title. Deciet is the only one to not refer to him as Logic.

-The episode continues and concludes reletively the same, though Logan just speaks up whenever needed, rather than trying to gain attention before answering questions. And the awkward atmosphere, of course.

-Once again, Logan goes into silence. He seems to appear within the mind palace occasionally, but almost like a cryptid, the sides think they saw him, but then he was just… Gone…

-Then Remus.

-Deciet had told Logan that Remus was going to bother the others, but not many details. The snake seemed rather good at keeping specifics to himself.

-Roman attempts to pull Logan up multiple times while trying to gain information, before Logan eventually pops in himself, startling the other sides.

-They’re finally able to get a proper look at him now, though Logan goes straight into buisness.

-Shrugging off the sides concern once again, He immediately asks about the intrusive thoughts once Roman asks, not pausing when the others attempt to shut him up.

-The reaction bit still occurs, just as Logans own comment on the reactions of Patton, Virgil, and Thomas. Especially considering nothing happened when the words were spoken.

-Yet.

-Logan attempts to continue the discussion of the thoughts, but everyone decides to push them aside.

-Logan takes notice of Remus begining to pop up, and takes his leave, the others trying to get him to stay.

-Song, without Logan, but a mention that he opened the door to let him out for the episode. (Through Logans pushing of the subject)

-Virgil attempts to take Logans spot through the episode, as Thomas is a bit too tired for Logic to push through.

-This of course means that Thomas loses some information, as Logan is not there to explain Remus.

-The sides struggle for awhile as they continue giving Remus attention, and trying to shut im up.

-Logan pops in momentarily a few times, reading a book to show he’s only slightly bored watching everyone struggle. He mumbles bits of advise before popping out with no answers.

-”Ignore him” “You can’t quiet him” “He’ll get bored eventually if you stop listening”

-His first pop in is for “Thomas’ friends and family is one thing, but his work? Is nothing sacred?”

-To which Remus actually apologizes, Logan pops away, then Thomas questions the line, then Remus continues on his train of thought.

-After Virgil struggles to get Patton to stop attempting repression, he manages to calm himself and tries to logic things out. Bringing up the things Logan keeps popping up and saying. That Logan must keep popping in for a reason.

-Logan doesnt pop in and stay until Virgil, Patton, and Thomas can all agree that they need Logan’s help. Which, given the emotional load of Virgil and Patton, that’s a very difficult task.

-The three almost begging Logan to stay when he next pops in.

-Logan goes on to explain things to everyone, his voice taking on a very angered/annoyed lecturing tone, and Remus being rather patient with Logan compared to the canon episode.

-One detail Deciet told Logan was that Remus likes to be violent, thus Logan was prepared for Remus to start attempting to “harm” him.

-This is the first time the two dark sides speak, they both make multiple refrences to Deciet in their back and forth, implying that they’ve been comunicating through the snake until now.

-When Remus disappears momentarily, and everyone takes notice, Logan pulls up his book, turns a page and, “Oh no, dont do thaat.” A sarcastic warning, before Remus pops up again.

-Logan coldly lectures the sides once more, finishing with a, “I hope you recognize how useful Logic can be in the future.” then vanishes.

-Remus is wrapped up, the others mention that Logan was pretty cool, but they’re still worried about him.

-He can still hear them, left to have the most subtle smile.

-While being a dark side, he still pops up in the Mindscape. The others try making conversation but Logan keeps it rather short and cold.

-Roman questions why he pops up, yet the other dark sides don’t, Virgil mumbles “You guys always made them uncomfortable, but Logan is used to us, so I guess he doesn’t mind.” Roman doesn’t catch all of that.

-Logan still joins them for the Sanders Asides, but is mostly silent for it, being very blunt with every bit of input

#sanders sides #logan sanders #darkside!logan #roman sanders #deciet sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #dark themes #sympathetic deciet #technically #Deodortalks #deodorAUs

[amintyworld]

The Talk - My Sides (Sanders Sides Spinoff)

A/N: Here’s the next part, you guys! I hope you’re enjoying the series as much as I am. Please let me know if you enjoy it! -Minty

Summary: Deceit and Despair have a chat.

TW: Mention of murder, almost murder, mention of pain, hints at depression, mention of death, split. (Tell me if I missed anything!)

First - Last - Next

“What do you want, Deceit?” Des said, running her fingers through her hair, desperately trying to keep calm. Deceit could be... a bit much, sometimes. I guess she wasn’t the only one being repressed. 

“Oh Des, I was just coming over to talk to you,” Her voice was silky smooth and sinister, it was hard not to trust that voice sometimes.

“Yeah well, I don’t want to talk. Go away.”

“You’d push away your old friend, Des? The only friend you have left?”

Despair hesitated, wiping away a few tears. “What do you mean?”

“What I mean is, little ol’ Hedi is on death row because of your little... outburst... do you really think they want you around anymore? You tortured poor Minty, now you hurt Hedi...”

“It...it was an accident.” Despair said, hugging her knees with her back against the door, trying to reassure herself. “I was just trying to talk, they didn’t know how much I’ve been hurting-!”

“But I do, Des. I know how painful it is to be ignored... tossed aside... repressed...” Deceit said, sounding warm and comforting. “But I know how to stop the pain, Des. I know how to make everything good again, back to the way they used to be...”

Used to be...?

The stories they’d read together before bed, the ice cream, the sleepovers... she and Minty used to be... so close...

She never affected her or hurt her back then, she was her favorite - whenever she needed comfort from the yelling, or the names they used to call her, she was there to hold her close as she cried. She understood her pain better than any of the others, they were so young... when she was just ‘Feelings’.

As the years passed, Minty cried more and more. When her parents tried to help, or her sister... she got mad and snapped. She felt like she was drowning in a dark ocean, and a void seemed to open deep inside her. She didn’t know what to do anymore, she tried everything, and the others only got more and more upset with her.

Then, Minty realized that Feelings was the cause of her feeling bad, her crying and hurting, and she was distraught. She knew there was some badness in her and she needed it out. She had to get rid of it completely. Her mind felt and sorted good and bad, and she decided to get rid of the bad, she needed to get rid of the bad...

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She felt everything and nothing at the same time - she felt herself ripping her soul away from her own body. She could hardly breathe. There was a flash of light, and...

Then, there she was - Despair. Young and shaking on the floor. She was tired, but happy. She did it - the bad was gone, and now Minty could be happy again. She turned, looking for the others...

Then there was Hedi. They were all gathered around her in awe. Although she was in middle school, she dressed incredibly young. No one seemed to notice her. She was the good part... right? She had to be.

She slowly stumbled to her feet, walking over. Creativity immediately went to guard the pigtailed girl. She looked at them in confusion. They were friends, why did they need to-?

“Step away from the side, you heathen!” Creativity yelled. pulling out her sword. She seemed to take Despair in, with every second her glare hardening. “We don’t like bad sides around here.”

...bad?

“Creativity, it’s me. I’m not- I can’t... I’m not bad. I can’t be the bad, I... I got rid of it, remember!?” She began to silently weep as Logic looked at the girl in curiosity, Hedi holding her hand. Anxiety looked between the two, not really know what to do, confused.

“Cre, she’s just a side, look at her, do we really need-?”

“She’s just a girl, Cre-” Anxiety said, grabbing the hilt of the sword.

“Quiet, both of you. She’s upset. She’s the bad, and we need to get rid of her for good.” Creativity said, raising her sword. She turned to her friend. “Do you want Minty to be happy?”

“Of course I do, but there’s no need to hurt anyone-”

“I agree. Cre, just look at her.”

Three golden eyes looked at the scene from the shadows in interest. She looked down at the girl, holding herself and weeping. This wasn’t right. She emerged from the shadows  “If I may, girls-”

“Dee, I thought I told you to stay on your side of the mindpalace,” Creativity snapped. “with all those sides who terrorize Minty.”

“Creativity, I was just stretching my legs. The shadows over here are fantastic to hide in, you see.” Her sharp fangs formed in a sort of smile. “I couldn’t help but notice you were about to dispose of an innocent side? It just doesn’t seem like something a Princess with a good heart, such as yourself, would do.”

“She is nothing innocent. She is the reason for Minty’s unhappiness. I fight for Minty, Dee, and if any side were to keep Minty from being happy and terrorize her as she has, well... then they need to go.”

“Minty’s unhappiness was the result of all of us so called ‘bad sides’.” Deciet said, matter-of-factly. “And, last I recall, you can’t get rid of all of us - we’re needed in order to keep Minty sane.” She looked down at the girl. “Now, as for the girl... she is one of us, no? So I’ll be bringing her back to her family now, no murdering required.” Deceit tapped the girl on the shoulder. “Come on, sweetie, we gotta go.”

“What?! No-” Creativity said, trying to go after the two, but Anxiety tightened his grip on his arm as Logic stepped in front. 

“Of course, Dee.” Logic said, nodding to the small girl. “You two be safe.”

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Despair wiped away the avalanche of tears going down her face

It felt unreal, that it could all go back to that dream-like happiness again. Was Deceit...? “Don’t lie to me, Deceit.”

“Why would I lie to family, my dear? You and I are one in the same - forgotten, alone...” Deceit said. “Your happiness is all I’ve ever wanted ever since I first saw you weeping on that floor. I’ve been coming up with this plan for years, my dear, all I need is your help.”

“My... help?” Despair sniffed.

“Imagine the look on all their faces when everyone’s happy again, my dear.” Deceit said. “All thanks to you.”

“You promise this isn’t some trick?”

“Cross my heart.”

Despair hesitated. She wanted to badly to fix things to be loved - she was so tired of being hated. The door clicked open to reveal Despair, cheeks tear stained, looking determined.

This was for Hedi. You can do this for Hedi.

“So, what’s your plan, Dee?”

#sander sides #sanders sides #my sides #my sides despair #my sides deceit

[mycatshuman]

I Put A Spell On You

Chapter 7 I'll Take Thee Away

Warnings: panic attacks, hypnotic voice, Deciet, let me know if I missed any.

Pairings: Eventual Logicality, Eventual Prinxiety, Eventual Remile

@icequeenoriginal and @civilsounds17 are the people to thank for this fic. That is, if you like it. But they still deserve a Pat-ton the back for putting up with me.

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Virgil, Logan, and Remy flew into the sky on their brooms, leaving Roman, Patton, and Emile behind to run through town and finding anyone they could possibly recruit to help them on their way to the Sanderson house to make sure the path to the cottage was safe for hypnotized kids. "Use thy voice, Virgil. Bring them to the property. We mustn't let their lives be sucked from their bodies." 

Virgil nodded and swung down to skim the treetops as he started his song, his brothers flying ahead to hurry home. 

"Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment." Virgil sang, his voice a beautiful melody ringing out through the cool night air. Below him, children left their homes and began moving towards the Sanderson House. "Come, little children, the times come to play. Here in my garden of magic~"

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Roman, Patton, Emile, and John raced through town to get to the Sanderson house. As they ran, Logan and Remy had flown back to the house to prepare a potion to get rid of Eli in the case he had gotten to a child and they didn't get rid of him before sunrise. Despite running through the streets of Salem, they saw nary a child or car. It seemed trick-or-treating was over and the kids were all tucked in bed. However, the lack of cars was a little unsettling. If that alone wasn't enough to frighten them, then the eerie chill in the air surely tipped them off to the sinister plans of one undead 17th-century zombie witch. 

Roman found some warmth in Virgil's voice as they ran. It was comforting to know that, should they run into any trouble, a simple shout would arouse the witch's attention and he could fly down to help them. He soon noticed children tumbling out of their homes and walking through the street right to the Sanderson house. 

He let out a sigh of relief.  Their plan was working. He just hoped Eli hadn't gotten to a child already. It would be a lot harder for the three of them to try and pour the potion on Eli without the witch's help. Waiting for him to turn to dust with the sunrise was really their best-case scenario. 

If everything worked. 

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Logan and Remy watched as children piled onto the property. Suddenly, Roman, Patton, and Emile tripped through the gates in their rush to get inside. Virgil landed on the ground beside them and the four continued to the cottage and closed the door after entering. "The children are all coming," Virgil breathed out, his eyes wide, his skin as white as a sheet. His heartbeat erratically and his chest heaved beneath his corset. 

Logan frowned and turned to hurriedly finish the potion while Remy moved to help Virgil to one of the chairs. "Virgil? What's wrong?" 

Patton bit his lip, fighting himself on what to do. On one hand, he wanted to help Virgil, but he also wanted to help Logan so they could quickly get rid of the zombie witch and then the witches could enjoy their final hours. Patton tensed. He shook the thought from his head and turned to help Logan. He didn't like entertaining the possibility that these wonderful witches would turn to dust come sunrise but he also couldn't just ignore it. With a reluctant sigh, he moved to help Logan.

"What can I do to help?" He asked softly. 

Logan jerked his chin towards his spellbook. "Read off the ingredients, please. I'll get them." 

"Of course." Patton quickly moved to read from the book. He occasionally grabbed ingredients and handed them to Logan. His heart skipped and his breath hitched every time they touched. He wondered if Logan noticed, but he didn't mention it. And if Patton noticed a bright red blush spreading across Logan’s cheeks each time, he didn't say anything either. 

Meanwhile, Emile inched towards Roman, Virgil, and Remy. He wanted to help. In any way, he could. "Remy" he called softly.

Remy turned to Emile with a raised eyebrow. "Yes?" 

"What can I do to help?" 

Remy blinked. He glanced between his brother and Emile. Finally, Roman stepped in and took a gentle hold on Virgil. "Go, I've got him," he dared to whisper as soft as he could. His eyes on the messy hair falling into Virgil's face. 

Remy nodded and lead Emile outside. "Okay," he surveyed the large crowd of children. "We need to make sure he can't fly over and snatch someone up." 

"How are we going to do that?" Emile asked. 

Remy frowned. "I don't know. I was hoping you would have an idea. We can't fit them all in the house." 

"Wouldn't getting them on hallowed ground work?" 

One of the cats hopped up and shook his head. "Maybe, but he's a very powerful witch, there's a chance he could get to them. And to move them? It wouldn't be smart with him lurking around." 

Remy huffed. "Well, let's just get them to sit down. Won't be as easy if they're standing up." 

The two boys moved to guide children down to sit on the ground. They hoped it would be harder for Eli to grab them if they were sitting at the very least, it would give them time to react. Hopefully. 

Emile bit his lip as he helped more children sit among the overgrown yard of the witch's home. He had an idea. It was a risky one. A very risky one, but it would certainly work. Especially if Eli held a grudge against the Sandersons. "Remy," Emile tried softly, paying extra close attention to a particularly boring pile of leaves. Remy turned, his skirts swirling around his ankles as he moved to stand next to Emile. 

"Yeah?" He asked carefully, his exceptionally good nose picking up on the heavy uneasy scent wafting toward him. 

Emile picked at a stray piece of thread on his bag. "What if," he started, "we set up a trap for Eli? If we lured him away from the rest of the kids and kept him occupied until sunrise, he'll turn to dust and we'll be rid of him." 

A shiver shot up Remy's spine at the mention of sunrise and dust. He ignored the uneasy feeling swelling in his stomach, stuffing the feeling away in a bottle. He wasn't scared. He wasn't. "That…" Remy bit his lip, not liking the idea of having to use someone as bait, but also wanting to stop Eli from staying in the world of the living before he and his brothers hit the dust. "That could work, but…" Remy hesitated, picking his words carefully. "But who's going to lure him away? Plus, it's dangerous. We can't just use anyone as bait." 

Emile nodded. "Well, yeah. But if it's a group instead of just one.."

Remy nodded slowly. "Yeah, safety in numbers. That would be better." He took a few moments to think everything over. "Let's ask the others what they think first, okay?"  

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Roman wasn't sure what he hated most. Accidentally bringing back three dead witches and one zombie witch or being bait. He was a prince for crying out loud! He wasn't bait! He was the one who did the surprise attack! But, when he remembered Virgil's breakdowns due to Eli, he quickly relented. That didn't mean he was going to be happy about it. He huffed as he walked through town with Patton and Emile back to his house. They had been hoping to have Eli chase after them as soon as they got on the main road but no such luck. Or maybe luck was on his side by saying, 'I won't make you run into this monster.' Because he really didn't want to. But then he remembered how Virgil had reacted and he was reminded of the witches flying above them, high enough to avoid being sighted but low enough to hear them. And shoved the thoughts away. 

With the resurfacing of his courage, Roman marched through town and began what he did best. Acting. "I don't know about you guys," Roman shouted. "But I'm like-I can't even-that witch in the purples? He is fine!" Well…..maybe this didn't require much acting on Roman's part. It wasn't exactly a lie that Virgil was an ethereal being too beautiful and stunning for his mere mortal eyes to lay upon. In fact, Roman was sure it was a fact written in a textbook somewhere. 

Patton chuckled heartily. "Awwww!"

"When's the wedding?" Emile teased with a smirk. 

Roman's face exploded in various shades of red, some even matched his sash. "Shut up," he hissed with embarrassment. 

"Oh yes, do please keep talking." 

The three friends froze. Turning in a slow circle they came face to face with Eli. He shot them a wicked grin. Then he lifted his hands in an 'I'm gonna get ya!' Pose and shouted, "Boo!" Roman, Emile, and Patton turned in unison and darted through the streets, their shrieks reaching the witches above them who came down to try and help the teens. 

Eli looked up at them with a crooked grin that was seemingly cut into his face. "Clever you three are. But that just gives me the opportunity to suck the life out of your suitors." The witches let out a low growl. "Oh no!" Eli exclaimed sarcastically. "It seems I've caused anger." He chuckled and began twirling his fingers to create a blinding flash bomb. Virgil's eyes darted towards the witch's fingers and his eyes widened comically large. He tried to warn his brothers but it was too late. Logan and Remy spiraled out of control and landed in a group of trees. Virgil screamed. Eli nodded his head again, the grin still in place. "Good luck." He turned and walked off leaving Virgil alone. He moved to help his brothers only to stop when they told him to go help the others, they would catch up. He bit his lip before turning and flying into the clouds, keeping an eye on the three teens as they raced through empty roads towards Old Burial Hill. He slowly began to form a plan for every possible outcome as he rocketed forward through the sky. 

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Roman found himself running with no destination in mind, simply trying to get as far away from the kids as possible, lest Eli turns around and go after them instead. His feet didn't listen. They lead right back to where this started. The prince, the father, and the therapist all tumbled through the gates of the old Salem cemetery, the sunrise still a half-hour away. 

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[thesentientmango]

if you're still writing prompts, how about feverish remus and deceit taking care of him like the mom he is

Platonic Demus

// I'm not very experienced with writing Remus, so I hope it turned out okay!

Just in case

Deceit curled into his bed as he enjoyed the silence around him. Wait silence? Deciet shot up, immediately wide awake. It was never silent. Something was wrong.

Deciet crept out of his room warily, as he made his way down the hall to Remus's room. The air on the hallway got cooler the closer he was to the room, confirming Deciet's suspicion.

Something was wrong with Remus.

Deceit stayed quiet, opening the door, not bothering to knock, just in case something... sinister had happened. When he entered though, he saw Remus face down on the floor... Asleep.

Deciet rolled his eyes, as he flipped Remus over.

"Dead squirrels." Remus muttered. "Jumping off the roof of a house. Stripping in front of guests."

Deciet frowned, those ideas weren't particularly Remus like. They seemed subdued...

Deciet scooped Remus up, as much as he would have preferred not to touch the disgusting side, and lay him on his bed.

Deciet let his hand trail up to Remus's forehead. It was definitely warmer than usual. He noticed the slight tremble of his body, and sighed. Remus was definitely sick.

Deciet pulled one of Remus's grubby blankets over him, and left to grab some water.

When Deciet returned Remus was awake, and vibrating with energy.

"Deceit my friend, good your here! I've got so many wonderfully horrible ideas, and I need your help!

Deceit shook his head, "You are not doing anything. You're going to sleep."

Remus looked at Deciet like he had just given him flowers, a look of pure distaste.

Deciet rolled his eyes, "Don't give me that look. Remember the last time you were sick?"

Remus grinned, "Yes it was disgusting! I loved it."

"Remus!" Deceit said exasperatedly, "You hated it at the time, come on please?"

"Why do you care?"

Deciet looked at Remus in alarm, the blunt question catching him off guard.

"Because we're friends Remus. I don't like to see you hurt. Let me help you."

Reluctantly Remus nodded. "Okay."

Deciet smiled, "Good. Now get in bed. You're going to have a busy-- I mean relaxing day."

Remus groaned, "But I want to put live crabs in Roman's bed!"

Deciet rolled his eyes, "You can do that later. If you sleep now I'll help you."

Remus grinned, "Deal."

Remus was asleep a few minutes later, and although Deciet truly hated everything about his room, he stayed by Remus's side. Just in case.

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[vergeangst]

Family is Not Always Everything Part 1

Notes: Alrighty people I’m starting this year off with some good ol’ angst. Be ready (or don’t.) Inspired by this post.

Warnings: Deciet, lying/manipulation, Apathy (character, not in there for long and he doesn’t do anything other than talk but y'know), panic-like state, crying

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WC: 1,696

Part 2

~

He was there, his door slightly ajar as he looked out of it, when Roman had shouted at the man. The man in a bowler hat and a cape, looking villainous, but Virgil wasn’t one to judge on that topic.

He’s new, Virgil thought, watching the man disappear through a door and into the shadows after an infuriated Roman had walked off. He needs someone. A friend. I can be a friend, can’t I?

~

The next day, late afternoon, Virgil had woken up and gotten out of bed before applying the pencil eyeliner below his eye and smudging it, something he always did, for a reason he didn’t truly know. It was routine. Concrete. One of the very few things he could control about his life here in Thomas’ mind.

He opened his door and there, in the shadows, was the door. The door he had walked out of quite some time ago, but had never walked back through. It was a deep, dark brown, almost black, with a knob of gold. It was menacing as it hid in the shadows of the hallway.

This was a place he knew well, too well. It was dark and all things ominous. It was where he, anxiety, stemmed from, and he knew the things inside were scary and mean. He knew there was a possibility that the man was just like any other creature in there. There was a possibility the man was all bad, but there was also a possibility he was like Virgil, just wanting someone to stand by him and be his friend. So, Virgil took a chance. He turned the knob of the door and opened it, looking into the darkness that engulfed the room he then walked into.

This was where all of Thomas’ dark sides and fears were located. It was pitch black once the door was closed. There were sounds, growling, footsteps, and the feeling of always being watched. Virgil could hear his breathing and the sound of someone else’s voice. The voice was all around him.

“Anxiety. Welcome back. We missed having you here. Tell us, what is it like living with them?”

God, he hated that voice. He hated him. Him being Apathy.

Apathy: [ap-uh-thee]

noun, plural ap·a·thies.

1. absence or suppression of passion, emotion, or excitement.

2. lack of interest in or concern for things that others find moving or exciting.

Apathy took motivation and crushed it, squishing it like a bug as he drained you of emotion. Virgil had had a few too many encounters with him.

“What do you want?” Virgil tried to sound as if his heart wasn’t racing.

No. It’s fine. Everything will be ok.

His heart slowed only slightly.

“Awe, don’t be like that. We’re friends, aren’t we?” Apathy laughed loudly, it echoing in the large, seemingly empty space.

Virgil cringed at the laugh. It was a laugh that would send shivers up your spine and make your skin crawl. It could only be described as evil. He shrugged off the feeling soon after and spoke again.

“Who’s the new guy?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“I want to meet him.”

Virgil jumped forward as a hand landed on his shoulder.

“Is that so?”

Apathy’s voice was close now. Very close.

“Yes. Now where is he?”

Apathy hummed as a sound echoed from what Virgil would say was about twenty feet away, footsteps following.

“Well, looks like you won’t need my help with that.”

And with that, Apathy backed away and the footsteps grew closer, stopping what could’ve been an arm’s length away.

“Why do you wish to see me?”

“Who are you?”

“Is that of major importance..Anxiety, was it?”

Virgil’s eyebrows drew together. “Yes..that’s my name, and I suppose it isn’t extremely important, but I just wanted to know..”

The man hummed. “Call me Dee.”

“Okay, Dee… I would like to get to know you better.”

“May I ask why?”

Virgil paused for a moment, thinking of a response. “It’s nice to have company. Plus, I haven’t seen you around before.”

“Are you not a light side?”

“I -uhm yes, I guess I am-”

“So you have plenty of company.”

“I guess so, but I was thinking you could use some company away from the Others.”

“And why would you think that?”

“Uhm…”

Dee chuckled. “Oh, aren’t you just precious.”

Virgil was more confused now than he had been in a while. “I..don’t think so, but whatever.”

“I’d love to take up the offer to be in your company.”

Virgil smiled slightly. “Cool. I guess I’ll see you whenever.”

Dee hummed. “Amazing. Goodbye Anxiety.”

“Bye Dee.”

Virgil made his way back to his room, a small smile on his face and the thought of finally, finally having a friend in his mind.

~

The next day, Virgil was noticeably happier. He walked into the kitchen while the other sides were eating breakfast, ignoring how the small chatter in the room died down, with a hint of a smile on his face.

“Well, is Mr. Doom and Gloom actually lightening up for once?” Roman said, interrupting the silence.

Virgil, grabbing nothing but a granola bar, chuckled quietly and walked back out, saying, “In your dreams Princey.”

His day just got worse from there.

He had to film a video with Roman and Thomas a few hours later, which only left him exhausted. Honestly, although he got to talk about the darker messages in Disney, which was actually kind of nice, if he was being honest, having to deal with Roman arguing with him the whole time gave him a headache. Then, after going to his room for a bit with his headache not getting any better, he decided to take something for it. That, however, meant he had to leave his room, as the only source of pain medication was in the first aid kit located in the commons. (Curse himself for not storing some in his own bathroom.)

He popped in on the top of the stairs, first listening to see if anyone might be there. After hearing nothing, he walked down the stairs silently. His feet slowed as he saw Logan sitting on the couch, reading a book, having not noticed him yet. Virgil let out a small puff of air as he stepped off the last step, alerting Logan of his presence.

“Hello Anxiety.” Logan looked up to the hoodie-clad man.

Virgil gave a two fingered salute to him, making his way to the closet, all too aware of the eyes that were boring into him at the moment. He was glad it was Logan, at least, instead of Roman. Roman would be throwing insults at him and being his loud, dramatic self. Logan would just give a calculating stare or glare that never failed to make Virgil feel on edge and his hands to start trembling in the slightest way. He opened the closet and grabbed two ibuprofen from the bottle in the first aid kit.

“Are you hurt?”

Virgil turned his head to look at Logan as he closed the closet. He sat, still holding his book open on his lap, with an eyebrow raised.

“Headache,” Virgil said simply.

He sunk out after that. Virgil always managed to feel uneasy after an encounter alone with Logan. He felt Logan’s eyes on him the entire time, watching him as if he were another one of his experiments to study. Every encounter left him with an increased inauspicious feeling, a sinking sensation in his gut that told him to stay away.

He listened, not leaving his room for the rest of the day, not even when his stomach wailed at him for some sort of sustenance as the aroma of a delicious home-cooked meal drifted from the commons to his room. It was a special kind of torture, really, the knowledge that he’d never be able to enjoy a meal like that with a family. It was so close, yet unattainable. The others would never enjoy his company, let alone allow him to intrude long enough for a true meal, and it’s not like he had anyone else save for… No, he’d only just met him yesterday. He’d never agree to spend an extended amount of time with him. Virgil sighed. It was a fruitless fantasy. He should stop thinking.

~

About two weeks later was Virgil’s next encounter with this so-called “Dee.” He had left his room, pausing as he closed his door. The distant sound of Roman’s complaints could be heard, slightly muffled from the distance. It was something about…snakes? Virgil rolled his eyes.

Eh, probably just one of his adventures in his realm again.

“Hello, Anxiety.”

Virgil jumped at the sudden voice, turning to the hallway across from his room to see no one other than the mysterious man in the cape and bowler cap.

“Oh, hi Dee. I uh, didn’t see you there.” He chuckled slightly, eased as Dee chuckled back.

“It’s alright. Sometimes it’s good to not be noticed. Especially if it’s by a certain prince.”

Virgil hummed. “I feel ya man. Why does he hate you so much anyway?”

“Do you really want to know?”

“I’m not forcing you to tell me if you don’t want to.”

“You see, I’m not like the Others. I don’t have a certain…appearance. Roman doesn’t like that.”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at the dark figure, but it dropped as Dee began walking toward him. As soon as Dee’s face hit the light of the hallway, Virgil’s eyes went wide, a slight smile appearing a few moments later.

“Dude, screw what Roman thinks. You look fucking awesome.”

“Thank you. I must say, I really do love your style.”

“Oh, uh, I mean, it’s only a hoodie and jeans, pretty much just fits in with the ‘emo’ stereotype.”

“It suits you completely.”

Virgil didn’t miss the slight upturn of one of the corners of Dee’s lips.

“I really must go now,” Dee spoke again. “Goodbye Anxiety.”

“Oh, uh, ok. Bye Dee.”

What Virgil did miss, however, was the sinister smirk Dee wore once he’d turned away and walked through the door at the end of the hallway.

~

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[in-the-grip-of-depression]

In The Grip of Depression Chapter 32: Bloodlust

Chapter 1|Previous Chapter|Next Chapter Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence ,gore, character death, 

Deceit pulled himself out of Logans mind and continued to pretend to be unconscious.

He'd woken up on the forest floor a little while ago and he could hear Preston muttering something under his breath nearby so he didn't want to risk moving or even opening his eyes.

His head was pounding painfully from the kick and his shoulder and leg were no better. Even if he tried to escape he doubted he'd get very far.

Deceit had to stop himself flinching as Preston suddenly let out a deranged laugh and started shuffling closer.

He heard the metallic clink of a knife being pulled free from its sheath and counted to three before rolling to the side.

He ignored the ridiculous amount of pain he was in from that one movement because as he looked back he saw the knife stuck in the ground where he'd just been.

Deceits eyes widened as Preston tried to pull the knife out of the forest floor and braced himself as he tried to transport himself back to the secondary mind space.

As soon as he appeared he heard Luni and Unwins voices but couldn't make out what they were saying because the pain was overwhelming.

He felt two sets of hands lift him off the floor and place him on what could have been a bed. He caught the eye of Luni and managed to say "Prestons back and trying to kill Thomas. Virgils battling himself for control."

Luni shushed him and started examining the wounds while Unwin looked at Deceit with an unreadable expression.

"I can't heal these, your best bet would be Logic. He's the one with the healing ability after all." Luni said shaking his head.

"Preston seems like someone I could get along with if he weren't trying to kill Thomas." Unwin commented.

Deceit let out a weak chuckle "Yeah, he's a right asshole. You have that in common."

Unwin opened his mouth to make some sort of retort but Luni suddenly burst out "Can you two stop arguing? Seriously, Jake could be on his deathbed and the last thing he could say will be some sort of insult."

Deceit grinned "I wouldn't have it any other way Luni, you know that."

Luni rolled his eyes but froze suddenly, his eyes glazed over.

"There's an asshole at the door." Luni muttered and looked at Unwin.

Unwin frowned and the two of them seemed to be having a conversation with their eyes.

"ugh, fine but I'm going to spend the rest of my life on the sofa if I can help it after all this is over." Unwin said as he walked off, pulling a sharp looking object out of his pocket.

"What's going on?" Deceit asked, trying to sit up but Luni pushed him back down, non too gently.

"shut up and lay down! You're injured, exhausted and have lost a lot of blood. You're not invincible Jakey boy, I bet you've been using your abilities like they're nothing." Luni commanded.

Deceit sighed "I had to distract Preston somehow while the others helped Virgil so I kind of had to use my abilities."

Luni was frowning "that doesn't sound like you. I would have thought you'd leave them to do the distracting so you could help Virgil."

"I did try to do that at first but Roman used his katana to emphasise his point and I had no wish to be on the receiving end. He actually almost stabbed me because I called Logan a bed-warmer."

Luni giggled at that "So it's not just Unwin who you piss off then? You're good at making people want to kill you."

Deceit rolled his eyes and suddenly there was an enormous crash from somewhere.

"What was that?" Deceit asked and Luni scowled in the direction of the crash.

"Someone who wants to kill you."

Deceits eyes widened and he tried to sit up again but Luni wasn't having any of it. "lay the fuck down or I'll strap you down!" he growled.

Deceit gulped and stayed put.

There was the sound of shouting and grunts as two people seemed to be grappling with each other somewhere out of view.

"Is that all you've got?" came Unwins voice and the response was just a snarl.

After what seemed like forever the thump of a body and the clank of a knife hitting the floor signalled that someone had won.

The sound of someone struggling to breathe suddenly cut off and the only sound Deceit and Luni could hear was the pants of the other person.

Footsteps began to approach and Deceit felt his whole body start to tingle oddly. He looked at Luni and noticed him with his eyes shut, concentrating.

"Well well well, what do we have in here?" a voice said from the doorway and Deceits heart stopped for a second.

Preston stood in the doorway drenched in blood, a sadistic smirk on his lips.

Seeing Preston meant only one thing; Unwin was dead.

Deceit had no idea how to feel about that because he never really liked Unwin but knowing his last act had been to try and hold off Preston made his eyes tear up a bit. Seemed like even the embodiment of apathy and laziness was willing to actually work to stop Preston.

Luni stood glaring at Preston with his hands on his hips. "What we've got here is a sick little fucko who thinks he's hot shit."

Preston laughed. "Hmm, you're quite the character. Shame we didn't meet during different circumstances, the sex would have been phenomenal."

Luni suddenly giggled "Really? Little old me huh? There's still time, none of us are going anywhere."

Deceit rolled his eyes, Luni really picked his moments to have his crazy fits.

Preston raised an eyebrow at the giggling trait. "What?"

Luni took a few steps forward and tilted his head to the side with an innocent smile "Don't worry, I won't bite. Or maybe I will, who knows?"

Preston was caught off guard by the strange traits behaviour. "I just killed your friend." he said and was surprised at how the trait in front of him started laughing.

"Wow! That makes you a sick fucko who thinks he's hot shit and knows how to turn a guy on!" Luni exclaimed.

Preston took a step forward, hoping to maybe intimidate the weird trait but found himself almost face to face with him.

"Mmm you smell like blood and sweat. I wonder if that's what you taste like too." Luni purred in a sultry voice.

Preston heard snickering and glanced over the odd traits shoulder to see Deceit laying on a bed trying to hold back laughter.

"What's so funny?" he demanded angrily.

Deceit took a few breaths before saying "Luni is the embodiment of utter irrationality and craziness. There's a reason we never piss him off"

Preston was confused until he felt Luni sink his teeth into his neck.

Preston let out a scream and struggled to push the crazy trait off of him, blood running down his neck from where a chunk of flesh had been removed.

Luni spat out the flesh with a deranged grin, blood trickling down his chin as his eyes glinted with hunger and his face took on a sinister gaunt appearance.

"Mmm, that was definitely quite the mouthful. I wonder what else you have." Luni muttered in a low voice.

Preston had a hand clamped over his neck to try and stop the bleeding as he backed way from Luni, his eyes full of rage and pain.

"What's up prissy Pressy boy? Don't you want me anymore?" Luni taunted, his voice childish as he fluttered his eyelashes at Preston.

Preston suddenly grinned and a sword materialised in his hand. "Actually, I do, I want you cut up into tiny pieces so I can force feed them to the injured serpent over there."

Luni didn't even react as Preston swung the sword, he just stood there waiting.

The sword was a hair away from Luni's skin when suddenly it disappeared.

Preston stared in shock while Luni cackled. "Aw, you should see your ickle face. Did mean Looney Luni take away your toy?"

Deceit felt the tingles from before start to grow so he felt like his whole body had pins and needles. He wasn't sure what was happening.

Luni suddenly ran at Preston and the two began wrestling with each other. Luni was surprisingly strong and it was all Preston could do not to be overpowered by him.

"You're in my domain now, bitch!" Luni growled and hooked his leg around Prestons sending them both to the floor.

Prestons neck was still bleeding and Luni wasted no time in digging his sharp nails into the part he bit, making Preston roar in pain.

Preston managed to move one of his hands up to Luni's neck and squeezed.

Luni pulled back and sunk his teeth into Prestons arm, forcing him to let go.

Deceit wanted to get up and help but the odd sensation in his body suddenly began to grow and if he moved a muscle it felt like he was being stabbed by a million tiny needles.

Luni let out a yelp as Preston managed to kick him in the spot no guy likes to get kicked.

While Luni was distracted by the pain Preston conjured another weapon and lunged.

Time seemed to slow down as Deceit yelled for Luni to look out, and his body began to glow. The light became blinding and the last thing Deceit saw was Luni rolling out of the way of Preston with a sad smile on his face.

"bye Jakey." a voice whispered in his head and then Deceit found himself laying in the middle of the main mindspace lounge.

Tears rolled down his face and he let out a scream of anger and sorrow as the full implications of what had happened finally hit him.

He'd distracted Preston but at what cost? Unwin was dead, Deceit was injured and couldn't do much of anything anymore and it seemed as if Luni had used all his power to get him to safety while he fought Preston.

Deciet sobbed for ages, he may not have been particularly fond of Unwin or Luni but they'd sacrificed themselves to save him and to someone like him, who valued his own life above nearly everyone else's, that was a huge deal. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Luni rolled out of the way and smiled sadly as he managed to get Jake to safety. He pushed his voice into Jake's mind and said goodbye, already knowing the chance of him making it out of this confrontation was next to none.

Preston was distracted by the bright light and disappearance of Jake so Luni used it to leap at him, a sword in his hands from where he'd vanished Prestons earlier.

Preston let out a cry of pain as the sword stabbed into his arm but he grit through it and shoved the blade in his hand towards the lunatic trait.

Luni hissed in pain as the blade gouged a deep cut into his cheek but otherwise didn't react, other than pulling the sword free and swinging it towards Prestons legs.

As the sword hit one of his legs Preston let out a primal roar and drove the knife in his hands right into the crazed traits chest.

Luni giggled, blood bubbling at the side of his mouth. "I may not have been able to kill you but I at least weakened your bitch ass."

Preston knocked the sword out of Luni's hand and looked down at where a black ooze seemed to be seeping from his leg. He remembered it was the weird grey flaky leg and shuddered.

Luni still had the blade in his chest as he tried to swing his fists at Preston but was shoved away easily. As his back collided with the floor he smirked "I thought you didn't want me like that because I'm a biter."

Preston sneered down at the insane trait "How are you able to act like that when I've won? I'm going to finish you and then I'll track down the others."

Luni laughed, ignoring the fact his breathing was getting harder due to the blood filling his lungs. "I'm crazy! I'm the most irrational person ever so of course I'm not going to be all sad or angry."

Preston was scowling now and reached down to pull his knife out, causing blood to pool rapidly around Luni.

"you're look so bummed out. Are you not..... Satisfied with..... My death?" Luni taunted, his words coming out in splutters as he felt his body begin to get cold as all the blood that had made it warm spilled out of him.

Preston let out a snarl and plunged his knife back into Luni's chest on anger.

Luni let out a quiet giggle and with his last breath whispered "You're such a bitch."

The fact that Luni was now dead didn't satisfy Preston as much as he thought and he dug his hands into the wound on his chest and began pulling and tearing. Preston got lost in his anger and brutally pulled apart the insane traits body until it was almost unrecognisable.

He eventually stopped, panting heavily. He won that was all that mattered and now he could focus on the others.

He struggled to his feet, and leant against a wall, trying to ignore the injuries he'd sustained.

He felt something suddenly rush through him and he stared down at his hands as a weird feeling rippled under his skin.

He felt like something was writhing in his chest and, as he comprehended what exactly that feeling was, a nefarious smirk spread across his lips.

It looked as if his plans had been pushed forward.

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[nightmaresides]

The Start Of Anxiety

Where was Anxiety in the beginning? He's here now!

Warning: Anxiety attack, threats (if anymore let me know)

====÷÷÷÷

Anxiety was known to be the youngest trait, but he took the appearance of a teenager for the Mindscape. That is because he didn't grow up with everyone else, and Deceit kept him away. Anxiety would listen as Deceit would mock other voices, taunt the and listen closer as he would say "We didn't find him first!"

Anxiety was ten, Deceit and the others were probably in their teens at that time, that meant their host was the same age. As long as Deciet kept with him, he wasn't getting the energy from the host and he didn't gain much strength.

Anxiety knew that he could leave anytime he wanted, but Deceit's words echoed through his head and fed into the emotion of panic. 'They will not accept you, just give up.' and the the young Side accepted that fact.

Deceit took care of Anxiety, most days better than some. Anxiety had to admit that he was a good cook, and he learned rather early to not take everything seriously. He didn't tell him that he knew to take everything he said and make it opposite. Which was a good thing. An angry Deceit was a scary(still silly) Deceit.

Thomas was in his twenties by the time Anxiety conserved enough power and confidence to leave his room, but he had a bit more help.

"Hello?"

That didn't sound like Deceit, or any of the others, because of the chipper and frightened voice. Anxiety turned around to see a slightly taller person, he had thick glasses, a light blue shirt, a grey cardigan and he looked like an older, calmer him. Anxiety edged away from this new person, unsure what to do in this kind of situation, trying desprately to remember what Deceit told him...and failing.

"Hi! I'm Morality! But you can call me Patton or Dad!"

Anxiety flinched at the volume, "Hi...Anxiety."

Patton frowned for a bit, "So you're the new side we never met all those years ago!"

Anxiety flinched as the older side came for a hug, he didn't get any physical contact in all his existence. This was...nice, "What are you doing?"

"Hugging you!"

Anxiety tried to pull away but then another voice made someone's presence known, "Patton."

Deceit was livid, "Realese him, he belongs to us! He is not good!"

Patton held Anxiety's head to his chest and his smile got sinister, "Deceit, how are you? This is my new friend, you are welcomed to join us for a good twenty questions!" the happy trait stared straight into the Dark Side's soul.

Deceit grit his teeth, "Good day Patton."

He left with a flail of his cape and Anxiety felt lighter than he should, "Come on kiddo, they'll never bother again. Come meet Logic and Creativity! Welcome to the Thomas Sanders family!"

Anxiety was still in shock by the time they got to the Commons, Logic (who goes by Logan) greeted Anxiety with a curious look in his eyes. Creativity (Roman) on the other hand, "He's one of them! Patton, you can't be serious in thinking taking him in! He is evil!"

Patton gave Roman a look, "Now Roman, just because his clothes are dark, doesn't mean he's bad!"

Anxiety sighed, "Well thanks Patton, but he's right, I am bad. You freed me from Deceit so I guess we're cool, not hungry so enjoy your dinner I guess. Interesting to meet you Logan...Princey."

The darker trait left and didn't look back at the offened Prince behind him, he felt free...but also, hated. He hadn't even met Thomas and he knew what would happen, just because of the change in atmosphere. Anxiety started a panic attack, and a bad one at that. It was unintentional and by accident, his throat burned. His eyes burned, tears rolled down and he couldn't breath. Deceit's voice became loud in his head,"You're evil, Thomas goes through everything you feel."

It was an accident, he didn't mean to have an panic attack. He was scared,but Roman wasn't having it.

After the others calmed him down, Roman went straight after Anxiety. Who in return had just gotten over his own panic attack, but Roman never reached him. Deceit blocked his door, "Roman! Love what you did to your hair!"

"Why thank you! I must pass you to have achat with our new resident...Doom and Gloom!" he said with a bit of disgust and venom that even Deceit flinched.

Deceit chuckled, "He won't listen, he's just like us...if you go in there, then he'll make it worse for Thomas!"

Deceit watched as Roman grumbled away and knocked on Anxiety's door, "See Anx? I was right, now since you are with them now I can not protect you anymore. The the boss wants you to know something, Remember where your loyaty lies."

Anxiety opened the door and Deceit put up a fake smile to the tear stained face, a broken teen. A single nod was all that was given and Deceit stalked away, a terrible smile on his face and hereached the boss' door. With a single knock he spoke,"The plan is not in motion!"

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Tag: @ironwoman359 @theonebornoffire @fandomsofrandom @chemically-imbalanced-romance

#virgil sanders #anxitey #anxiety sanders #roman sanders #creativity sanders #logan sanders #logic sanders #patton sanders #morality sanders #deceit sanders #deciet sanders? #sander sides #thomas sanders #ts deceit

[thesun]

[17/6 11:59 ಪೂರ್ವಾಹ್ನ] [phone]: 🙏🏾📣

☸️🌳

*In my judgment, it is useless to make a distinction between the secular Brahmins and priestly Brahmins. Both are kith and kin. They are two arms of the same body and one bound to fight for the existence of the other.*

- B.R. Ambedkar

Context - Speaking for myself, I see the task to be well nigh impossible. Perhaps you would like to know why I think so. Out of the many reasons, which have led me to take this view, I will mention some, which I regard much important. One of these reasons is the attitude of hostility, which the Brahmins have shown towards this question. The Brahmins form the vanguard of the movement for political reform and in some cases also of economic reform. But they are not to be found even as camp followers in the army raised to break down the barricades of Caste. Is there any hope of the Brahmins ever taking up a lead in the future in this matter? I say no. You may ask why ? You may argue that there is no reason why Brahmins should continue to shun social reform. You may argue that the Brahmins know that the bane of Hindu Society is Caste and as an enlightened class could not be expected to be indifferent to its consequences. You may argue that there are secular Brahmins and priestly Brahmins and if the latter do not take up the cudgels on behalf of those who want to break Caste, the former will. All this of course sounds very plausible. But in all this it is forgotten that the break up of the Caste system is bound to affect adversely the Brahmin Caste. Having regard to this, is it reasonable to expect that the Brahmins will ever consent to lead a movement the ultimate result of which is to destroy the power and prestige of the Brahmin Caste ? Is it reasonable to expect the secular Brahmins to take part in a movement directed against the priestly Brahmins ? * In my judgment, it is useless to make a distinction between the secular Brahmins and priestly Brahmins. Both are kith and kin. They are two arms of the same body and one bound to fight for the existence of the other. * In this connection, I am reminded of some very pregnant remarks made by Prof. Dicey in his English Constitution. Speaking of the actual limitation on the legislative supremacy of Parliament, Dicey says : " The actual exercise of authority by any sovereign whatever, and notably by Parliament, is bounded or controlled by two limitations. Of these the one is an external, and the other is an internal limitation. The external limit to the real power of a sovereign consists in the possibility or certainty that his subjects or a large number of them will disobey or resist his laws. . . The internal limit to the exercise of sovereignty arises from the nature of the sovereign power itself. Even a despot exercises his powers in accordance with his character, which is itself moulded by the circumstance under which he lives, including under that head the moral feelings of the time and the society to which he belongs. The Sultan could not, if he would, change the religion of the Mohammedan world, but even if he could do so, it is in the very highest degree

[17/6 11:59 ಪೂರ್ವಾಹ್ನ] [phone]: 🙏🏾📣

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Let us stop the trap of innocent people into manuvaadi bania-kshatriya branch party aap of rss. dilemma of Manuvaadi in aap is working to sinister rss plans while speaking of values like Swaraj when all they did was Delhi raaj like the previous manuvaadi rss political parties - Congress, communist and bjp. karma of deciet shall kill by painful cancer karma, for all the innocent deaths like Farooq Bhai who exhausted his physical physiological emotional fiscal energy being looted by aap. Forward this to Arvind n Manish

[17/6 11:59 ಪೂರ್ವಾಹ್ನ] [phone]: 🙏🏾📣

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Upendra bjp B team is handing over baton of Manuvaada in Karnataka with limelight to chetan of communist party ( owned by samajawadi speaking brahmin brother of Manuvaadi brahmin )

Manuvaadi plotted to fix a police complaint FIR case to make me request a manuvaadi lawyer to help me who would in-turn trap me into a manuvaadi politicians gratitude to cancel the complaint. I sought a moolanivasi advocate to fight it and let them take me into custody and then took a bail.

They are using similar but modified complaint case police station strategy to make a communist party member hero for all other political party moolanivasi members especially SC / ST to emotionally hijack them to communist party or another new party and destroy mulnivasi parties !!!

ವಂಶ ವೃಕ್ಷ ಹುಡುಕಿ, ಎಲ್ಲಾದರೂ ವಿದೇಶೀ ಆರ್ಯನ್ ಬ್ರಾಹ್ಮಣ ಜಾತಿಯಿಂದ ಧರ್ಮಾತರಗೊಂಡು ಲಿಂಗಾಯತ ಆದ ಪೂರ್ವಜರೇನೊ?

ಸಮಾಜವಾದಿ ಪಕ್ಷದ ತಲೆ ಸವರಿ ನ್ಯಾಯ ಮರೆಸುವ ಶಡ್ಯಂತ್ರದ ಮನುವಾದೀ / ದಳ್ಳಾಳಿ(ಮೂಲನಿವಾಸಿ) ಯಾಗಿದ್ದಾನ ನಟ ಚೇತನ್ ತಿಳಿಯುತ್ತೆ.

ಲಿಂಗಾಯತ ಸ್ವತಂತ್ರ ಧರ್ಮದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಅವನ ನಿಲುವೇನು ?

[dudleysaintdudley]

Drumcell Live in Berlin by drumcell This is a 3 hour Recording from my last gig in Berlin at a club sooo underground i cant tell you about it. recorded 03-10-12. Was Truly an INCREDIBLE show and is in my books as one of the funnest shows to play.This Mix was featured on the DROIDBEHAVIOR.COM podcast.. if you guys have no subscribed PLEASE DO IT . we have had incredible mixes from the likes of Chris Liebing, Speedy J,Perc and ALLOT more. DOWLOAD IT, SHARE IT , PASS IT AROUND, ABUSE IT! http://ift.tt/HaUW0c I have Included the FULL track list for this mix as well so please support the Artist and purchase their music if you like it. Raiz + Jeff Deringer - Deciet (Edit Select Remix) - Unreleased MODZ (Material Object & Dustin Zahn) - More Signals - Droid Records Mike Laz - Into The Delusional (Audio Injection Remix) - Heaven to hell Records Audio Injection - Darker - Prosthetic Pressings Yan Cook - X01 - Silent Steps Drumcell + Brian Sanhaji - Structure - CLR 057 Kyle Geiger - Groove - Unreleased Dustin Zahn + Rachel Palmer - Melange - Unreleased Chris Hope + Andre Walter - To The Sky - Sleaze Monoloc - NoHouse - Sleaze Ricardo Rodrigues - Fake - Unknown Par Grindvik - Sinister (Gary Beck Remix) Speedy J - Armstrong - CLR Luigi AcidMachine - Deroma - Cannibald 028 Virgil Enzinger & Submerge - Destroyer Of Worlds (Gary Beck Floom Remix) Tracy - Bonk -Unknown Drumcell - Machine Jam Hans Boufmyhre - Demon Within (Pfirter Remix) - Perc Trax Mutate - Circle 1 - Blank Code Cosmin TRG - Izolat - Unknown Alberto Pascual - Bailando (PSYK Remix) - Unknown SP-X - X_5684 -Voltage EP - Unknown James Ruskin - Work ( Steve Rachmad Remix) Flug - Take Care - Sleaze Framework -Twin Pillars - Pillar 1 Mix Green Velvet + Phil Kieran - Rocket Yourself ( Vocal ) Drumcell - Machine Jam Andrei Morant - Late Night - Scope Recordings Brian Burger - Time Walker - HTH008 Chris Colburn - Wide Awake - ESD040 James Bacon - Panurgisme - Fell Cikul Trebor & Plankton - Saff (Tex-Rec Remix) - Amazone 38 Developer - Rise Of the New Entity Mix 1 Developer - Rise Of the New Entity Mix 2 Drumcell + Brian Sanhaji - Split ( Dub Mix ) - CLR 057 Luis Flores - New Flesh ( Brian Sanhaji Remix ) - Droid Records (Coming soon) Drumcell - Disturbance - Sleep Complex - CLR (Coming soon)

#IFTTT #SoundCloud #drumcell #berghain #CLR #night #droid #behavior #techno #3 #hour #mix

[crazyforhorror]

Chapter four: Are you kidding me?

— Paul pov—

I sat perplexed on the floor of the laundry room trying to figure out what was wrong with the washing machine. My favorite white pants were covered in blood and i cant get the stains out to save my life! Poor human females, i dont know how they do it honestly. It has been hours of me trying to get it done after successfully luring people her to feed off of. This is how i ended up here....... my swearing must have been loud because Laddie came into the laundry room with a look i could describe only as a teacher who was about to lay a ruler to your hand for talking too much and far too loud in class. “ dad you do realize there is this thing called bleach, right?? You just add that when you do your laundry with stain remover spray and you are good to go! I swear that is is super easy, here let me show you.” He says while putting in the needed liquids and starting the wash. The only problem with that was he was standing on my legs to reach the opening and the dials of the big machine that i was at war with. He was standing on my BARE legs in his COMBAT BOOTS. Now that my legs were all muddy and gross and were going to have shoe prints in bright red....... life with kids i guess though, right? David passed with a chuckle and said, “wow Paul your kid is smarter than you are. That’s sad bro.” I flipped him the bird and continued to listen to Laddie babble, this time about a new show he and Marko had discovered on the TV set tonigh. A ten year old is smarter than me. Are you kidding me??as the munchkin leaves the room I let a growl bubble up in my chest at the thought that David had told me the wrong stuff to remove blood, he told me freaking ketchup and mustard were the stuff you needed to use and when i had done that, i lost a pair of pants to the garbage man. Now i at least had Laddie to help me out but how did he know?

—Star Pov—

I still looked for Laddie even though he had been gone so long. What caused him to run away? were Michael and I hard on him? Did he think we were trying to change him too much? We were walking to the opening of the old cave, having yet to check here for him. Maybe he had gone here, Michael once said to me. I mean this did used to be his home for quite some time. What we saw when we entered the cave shocked us to the core. A cold feeling settled its home in my gut, something was wrong about it. It did NOT look like it was left abandoned by the guys, it looked a bit daare I say, empty.

“Kids found the cave and raided it huh?” Michael asked me with a tone of both disgust and awe.

“No, No one in all my time with the lost boys, we never ONCE had someone raid the cave let alone actually come in. Unless the guys brought them here for their.....dinner. But STILL we NEVER had that problem. This is fishy; something else has happened here. I intend to find out.” My voice wavered a few times, a wobbly tone that told how disturbed to my core I was. This did not feel right at all, almost like something more sinister is deceiving us all. Not something I look forward to learning about honestly. Did Laddie come back to the cave  and get stuff that reminded him of the boys before he ran away? I started looking around for any possible leads to what went down in here. The old boom box paul loved, missing. Dwayne’s skate board collection? Missing. David’s books that were neatly piled up behind his little alcove? Gone! Marko’s pigeons and their cage? Poof! They too were gone.Laddie’s favorit toys and teddy bear and blanket that if he were to lose he would never be the same was all long gone. Even the old Jim Morrison Poster that once draped the wall of the back part of the cave was gone.... Wait if this was all missing, “ It looks like someone took very specific things and in a hurry too, its messy, looks rushed and oddly enough all the missing stuff was things the guys loved more than anything. Something isn’t right here Michael, I think we need to get the Frog brothers again so don’t you dare touch anything. There is definatly something more than we can see scratching the surface of this.” His eyes widened as I let the words shake out of my mouth, I was for sure pale, looked sick and you could feel the mood of the room become fridged with horror, confusion. This was something we needed advice on.

-- Michael Pov--

It was still early morning as Star and I made way to Edgar and Alan’s comic book shop. They looked rather incredulous to our arrival and asking for help. “But they are gone? Has a new coven come in and replaced them that quick?”

Star shook her head, her frizzy curls bouncing around her face. “ No their stuff was missing but only the things that were important to them, and before you say it was Laddie before he ran away, there was too much stuff gone. Paul’s boom box and tapes, David’s books, Marko’s pigeons and their cage, Dwayne’s skateboards AND all of Laddie’s toys and his favorite bear and blanket are all gone. It looked like it was done in a hurry and something just dosen’t add up here. Something sinister is hiding in this situation. and yes we checked the ENTIRE cave, they are not in thier sleeping quarters or any of the old rooms that were still accessable. Nada.” Sam pops out from a shelf area with a comic book limp by his side. “But they all died. Are you positive that the surfers didn’t go and take things they didn’t go and take things they liked before the kid got got his stuff and he ad gotten it later?” I only nodded with a look of grim worry shattering my face. We had to find out what what was going on so we decided to take the kids there to let them look around. The shop got closed up and we all made our way back to the cave at the edge of Hudson’s bluff.

A/N: 

Im sorry this took so long to get this up. My anxiety and depression are pretty rough right now and I don’t have my own computer so updates are a little crazy. I hope you enjoyed this! im going to get caught up on this and then I will also go through the family tree I have made. 

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[therealtr4g1c]

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[mixtapekings]

Interviews – Sketch

“I started MC-ing,writing around 1992 around my early to mid high school days approximately in that hip-hop golden era timeframe when Big Daddy Kane was still somewhat doin his thing, and I was also influenced by that Rakim song:”Mahogany”…(actually was amazed by that song to the point where I copied the verse of that song on a sheet of paper)….then started messing with a group wit a long-time friend of mine. Then in 94′ was part of another group wit a friend on my old block, around that time I was taking it a lil’ more seriously putting together a demo-tape networking at certain events and trying to get our name out at a couple of underground radio stations, as well as gettin my 1st taste of booking studio-time etc., I was always torn between rapping & artwork….so I took a break from my rap group and went to Art School..(graduated with an Associates Degree in illustration)….but I was always dabbling wit the rap and went to a couple of open mics and recording with a few friends in somewhat of a rap-group as well as doing solo stuff hooking up wit another friend and laying down recordings to do my independent thing. I currently rest in Queens, but I rep Brooklyn…(born&raised). My style is lyrical, flow is kinda jazzy at times story-telling with somewhat of alternative subject matter & content, but at the same time relate-able for the masses.

1. Sketch what’s good? How’s things your way?

I’m good man, thanks…….jus tryin to survive & stay positive..

2. We have seen you making appearances on Digital Dynasty for almost a decade. How did you first get involved with the mixtape series?

I got on the mixtape series thru my boy Tha Advocate, I’ve known him for years now, we’ve always had a kool business relationship, da homie iz always on his grind, respect……whatup Advo!..

3. To date, we know you haven’t dropped a solo mixtape or album yet, what’s on the agenda? Anything for 2017?

Yeah, I def got plans for 2017, I do however got an EP out dat I did awhile back….”Tha Sketch Factor” dat I recorded wit my boy Medina, it’s on Cdbaby, but I got a mixtape in the works for 2017, expected to drop around Summer, Im excited about dat.

Get that here- http://bit.ly/2pN18fy

4. Any idea for a title or anything like that?

Yeah I got some title ideas, but nothing etched in stone just yet, but it’ll be a kool & catchy title defining myself as an artist, not really stressin the title, I’m more concentrating on the music, content, lyrics, beats etc., tha quality of material is more my focal point, the title is jus the icing on the cake.

5. A lot of people may not know, but you got your acting in Tha Advocate’s “Best Friend” music video. Youre role was very believable. What was it like to play that role?

Thanx man I appreciate dat, that was a great experience, I enjoyed doin dat alot, got a chance to get my Al Pachino on…..lol, I’m not gonna front…I was kinda nervous at 1st but once it was lights,camera,action….I was comfortable, it felt natural transforming myself in a role of a dude dat was bad,sinister,decietful etc., To me acting is a form of art, I got natural artistic ability in my DNA so I felt confident dat I could pull it off, I was fortunate to get the opportunity, I’d be open-minded to fuck wit some acting in the future as well.

6. Out of all the songs you have done to date, which is your favorite and why?

Aw man, dats kind of a tough one…..I liked “Rays of the Summer” dat was on the latest Digital Dynasty mixtape, this otha joint “Persevere”, “Sunbeam”, I did a joint awhile back I believe was called “Storytellin”…I got some good feedback from dat song…I tell stories sometimes in my raps, so it felt good to get good feedback from dat song, I got a handful of joints dat I put out, and some I didn’t yet, oh yeah…”So Hard” was a joint I liked too….I don’t know if I have a favorite song….I’m always excited off of what I’m gonna write nex, sorta like wit my artwork.

LISTEN TO SO HARD HERE — http://bit.ly/2oZLnid

7. Outside of music we know you have an Associates Degree in illustration. What avenues are you pursuing when it comes to your art?

Yeah I got a degree in Illustration, well since I graduated I’ve done some freelance work, did some animation related stuff which was a great experience, been in a few galleries etc., got some gallery shows comin up in the near future, I would like to do my own independent thing….I like to have full creative control, so I got some ideas in the works.

8. Which type of art lets you paint a picture better, your words on the mic, or your illustrations?

I think both help me paint a picture, I think one compliments the other sometimes….95-100percent of the time both my art & music is based off of me tryin to express myself….what I’m goin thru….how I’m feeling, experiences etc……….Artwork most people would say is my truest calling, even though I get kool feedback wit my music, but there’s times when I go thru moods that the music can express better or exactly what I’m tryin to convey….and other times my artwork would express things I’m tryin to say……my art always paints a picture….but my music paints a picture too….dat basically da definition of my name “sketch”.

9. So you started in the Golden era, back when NYC had the bull by the horns. Now the rap game turned a full 180! How do you feel about today’s hiphop climate?

Well, I’m not really trying to knock the new skool….there’s some good artist out there….especially underground….but of course you got your wack artist out here too….lol….I think because HipHop is gettin older, it has evolutionized….So artists now can get away wit stuff now dat they couldn’t get away wit back then…..and yeah dat hurts da culture…cats rhymin simple or at times not even rhymin…..lol…..Back then, you couldn’t get away wit dat, or some cats now dat might have ghostwriters….not tryin to take a shot at Drake….some of his shit I like….he makes some kool songs, but skill-wise, originality especially…I’m reppin the old skool all day…..I grew up in tha 80’s….so basically I grew up when hip-hop was born in it’s infancy stages growin….eventhough I was a kid growin up too, I feel kinda fortunate growin up round dat time, I was educated well……so I saw hip-hop before it got commercial & global….when it was still underground & raw…..then the late 80’s goin into the 90’s golden era-time, when I started fuckin wit writin,rhymin…I started studying cats dat are now considered legends so artistically I feel fortunate to learn around dat time…..Slick Rick,Puba & Brand Nubians,Big Daddy Kane,Rakim,Gangstarr,Nas even Eminem….even a whole bunch of artists before them!…..Growin up I use to be anticipating how this or that MC was gonna spit or what they had to say….now? Im not dat excited…maybe cuz the bar was much higher back then, maybe now since I know how to rhyme….some cats jus don’t impress me like when I was younger….I jus think now….there should be more of a balance…..Kool…have your ABC mumble rapper sayin tha typical shit…..but at the same time, give an opportunity to da rapper dats lyrical,original,on some different shit….give him da same amount of spins on da radio, da same amount of opportunities for him to make a living off his craft dat da typical rapper gets…and hip-hop would be better.

10. Any new era artists that catch your ear?

I like J.Cole….I really neva listened to his catalog but some of his shit I heard in a car one time….I felt it was good…some of Drakes shit is kool…I like how he rides a beat sometimes….I neva really listened to Kendrick Lamar but some of his shit I heard was kool….there was a cat named Ol’ Droog dat I thought was good….cats was sayin he sounds like Nas….haven’t heard anything from Droog in da hottest minute though….I really can’t remember anybody else comin to mind right now…so I basically listen to Ol Skool….not even really rap….I was listening Old time Reggae,Rocksteady and some old Rock&Roll.

11. How do you feel about Donald Trump as President?

Donald Trump….man..I don’t know where to start…….lol….dats kinda complex……..but at da same time I wasn’t 100percent agreeable wit Hillary either…..lol……..I plead the 5th man…..lol, I’m not too deep in da politics, but I definitely like gettin educated on what’s goin on & up on politics,current events etc.

12. Back to you and your craft. Can you give us some insight on what exactly you want to put together as your latest project and when you think you would drop it? Any producers or features?

Id like to put a solid album out…like 25 tracks deep….but nowadays a mixtape is jus as kool so I’m aiming for that first….the beats are more instrumental production….but I’m open for dope producers….I’m kinda picky wit da beats though….I feel you gotta be at times, I can basically rhyme over any dope beat…but there’s times when I feel not every beat is tailor made for the type of artist I am….but yeah I’m open-minded for producers.

13. It was good chopping it up with you and we look forward to hearing more from you homie. The floor is yours, let the world know where to catch up with you on social media or the streets!

Thanx man….good lookin out….support dat EP “Tha Sketch Factor”- Sketch Architec lookout for more EP’s I may put out on there as well….check my artwork on Facebook as well as Instagram…..check some of my joints on Advo’s Digital Dynasty series as well as some more shit on future Digital Dynasty volumes….and stay-tuned for my mixtape droppin around summer 2017…..thanx for politikin wit me on this interview……OnE..

Connect with me here- http://bit.ly/2pNs52G

from Interviews – Sketch

#Interviews #Sketch #underground rap

[emmydobs]

Colours

In many cases, opting to shoot in one color rather than utilizing the entire spectrum can provide you with much more powerful results. The color red, for example, is associated with lust, lust, sex, blood, and sin on the one hand, and courage, sacrifice, passion, love, and beauty on the other. Shooting in red can make the most innocent scenes appear sinister and foreboding.

The color blue has come to be synonymous with feelings of sadness. This is because Greek mythology associated blue with rain and storms, which were believed to be direct results of Zeus being sad or angry. Adding some blue to your photos can immediately make even the most jovial of settings appear a little melancholy.  

The color green is complex and interesting in its connotations. Derived from the old english verb growan (meaning to grow), it is often used to refer to plants and vegetation (even when not denoting their color), and environmentalism (the green movement). The color also refers to lack of experience (he’s green), jealousy (green with envy), and money (greenbacks). While in some cultures the color denotes growth and prosperity, in others it can mean sickness and death.

Purple is a very exclusive color, or…elitist if you will. When the use of the color first became fashionably, the dye was so expensive to acquire that only the wealthy could afford it, and therefore it came to denote royalty (in fact Tyrian purple is also called imperial purple). Throw in a dash of purple and your shots, too, can look undeniably regal.

  Just as purple is regal, orange is equally common. So common, in fact, that the name of the color is derived from the fruit (and not the other way around as many believe). Orange also much softer and more sedated than red, and symbolizes energy and warmth rather than anger and sin. The color is cheerful and friendly without being overbearing and at the same time demands attention (traffic cones) without screaming (red stop signs).

Yellow is sunshine, sunflowers, and smiley faces, but yellow isn’t always happy. Much like the duality of red, yellow also has two faces, two sets of possible responses, two completely different uses. On the one hand yellow is everthing joyous and hopeful, and on the other, it denotes cowardice, deciet, and aging.

[crazyforhorror]

Chapter three: few times of pain

— Quinn pov —

I watched as the blonde man walked away with the little boy... something about him reminded me of my son....... you see I’m a vampire. I have been for a while now, but ten years ago, when i was only sixteen and yes that would make me 26 if i was human....but back to my little tangent. When i was sixteen i gave birth to the cutest little son. I had been living on the outskirts of a small sleepy town with my foster family and they made me give up my sweet baby boy. I never recovered from it and soon left town and ran into a vampire who changed me because i had gotten hurt trying to forget about my little son. His name was so unique that i would be surprised if his family kept it or the old teddy bear that used to be mine but i sent it with him. From that day on i have always wondered what he looked like, where he was and if he was happy. I became a nomadic vampire and only settled here last year. These new guys had a fog of mystery around them and it would be my personal mission to find out what that was. Thinking of my baby made my non beating heart ache and my venoumous blood boil at the thought of my foster parents who i only returned to when i made them my first kill to become a full vampire. Good riddance. With that thought pushed back in my mind, i picked up my blanket and book, placed them in my bag and ventured off to my little basement apartment for the remainder of the night. It was a blood bag and movie kind of night after all.

— Paul Pov—

As I tucked Laddie in, my mind wandered to that dark haired girl from the beach, the one who was enticing and had something about her that made me want to be near her. I kissed his head and bid him good night before making my way to my bedroom across the hall from his room. Dwayne having decided with the rest of the guys that me being his new dad was actually something i was glad about, having him be my new son led me to the beauty tonight but also the realization that i had always loved Laddie like my own son. Dwayne has been more of a babysitter/uncle to him this whole time and now that I’m taking over i can tell even the rugrat was happier with it. Maybe being ‘killed’ by the Frogs was a good thing after all. I gained a son, a new home, a break from stupid rules thanks to the now dead Max and a new girl to think about all the time. Who was this girl?

— Quinn pov—

As I climbed into bed in my black night gown, i thought back to the strange group of guys with the kid. Why did they have him with them? Were they his older brothers meant to babysit only to get into trouble with him? Was one of them his cousin who was staying the summer with his family? Was the kid kidnapped? And why do i care? The blonde’s blue eyes stuck in my mind as i tucked myself in. He probably didn’t even know i had been looking at him... he was too busy undressing me with his eyes and making the poor child with him get annoyed, from what I could tell it happened a lot. His other friends seemed to be rolling their eyes. The dark haired guy looked fed up, ramen hair looked ready to egg him on and Icy blonde looked like he was mentally strangling his ass. That thought gave me a chuckle. My alarm clock had shown it was almost sunrise so i knew i needed to sleep but my mind was in over drive. The blackout curtains with lace overlay were hooked shut tight and soon my coffee eyes were closed just as tight. People might wonder what it’s like for a vampire to sleep. Well thats where it gets heated. Some believe vampires all sleep in coffins, some believe we dont dream, some believe we can see the future, some think we can even see the past. The one thing i can tell you from experience is that i still dream and snore and that my tossing and turning lands me on the ceiling because i fell off the bed and floated up to get off the wooden flooring that rested in all its mahogany glory under my bed and feet. With warm blood in my stomach and heavy eyes as the sun rises outside and the humans become animated with the new day, i drif into my sunshine slumber, my safe haven from the crazy, even if its only for the hours of sun that i sure do miss. Humans dont see how easy they have it until they can no longer tan without going into flames and turning into screaming ash. Must be nice to still feel the heat.

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Alright guys, I’m FINALLY going to put up all current chapters for my Lost Boys book, Sinister Deciet. The following image and typed out stuff is the cover and the summary of the book, i will post each chapter separate form the other. Please keep in mind that i am doing this on my phone so its not as organized as it would be on a computer :)

We know the story of the lost boys being removed from the picture by the Emerson boys and the Frog brothers, but what if there was a different tale that was yet to be told? One where the boys survived and managed an escape?

One where the world as we thought we knew it was somehow different? Well I am here to take you on a journey where the boys were able to live and not loose to the young hunter group. A story of love, lies and changes that had been made in a vastly different way to the story we were told. The boys survive but at what cost? Will there be a shake up in the group? How will this change what we thought happened all along?

find out in Sinister Deciet!

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