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beanghostprincess · 5 months

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Just thinking about ASL living together (modern AU) and Ace always trying to sneak Yamato inside their house without Sabo's knowledge because he doesn't want him to go all 'responsible older brother' on him. But the reason why he's always letting Yamato stay over is because his life at home is obviously... Not so good and he hates being there so he tries to spend most of his time outside. And Ace's heart aches every time he has to let him go, so he often lets him stay over. It becomes more constant and less of a 'sneaking in for a while' thing. And Sabo knows. Because of course, Sabo knows. Sabo always knows what's going on. One day he wakes up to see Yamato having breakfast and Yamato gets all anxious and not knowing what to say and trying to make an excuse (because that's what Ace told him to do if this ever happened) and Sabo is just like "Do you want anything else?" / "Huh? What?" / "I mean. You're eating cereal but we have more stuff in here, you know? At least one of us can cook. What do you want? I can make you pancakes." / "YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE PANCAKES???????" / "Oh my god, what has my brother been feeding you in here???" / "Mostly leftovers." / "Dude, why are you still with him?" / "Because I love him!" / "Yeah, no, me too. I guess love makes you do stupid things like dealing with a fucking moron like him. Anyway- Pancakes?"

And then Ace wakes up to find his brother and his boyfriend actually getting along and laughing and having breakfast together, and he needs a second to process everything because he's tired as fuck and maybe he's hallucinating. But that doesn't matter because the point is that he's fucked.

Ace: ..... Hi? Sabo: Hey :) Ace: What are you two doing? Yamato: WE'RE HAVING BREAKFAST :D Ace: Yes, babe, I can see that. Why are you here, Sabo? I thought you were- Sabo: I got home last night from college. We have some days off. Now, care to explain why you've been treating your cool boyfriend like a dog instead of giving him actual meals? Ace: I- You're not angry? Sabo: Oh, no. I am angry. Can't you see I'm angry? Ace: Sometimes you give me mixed signals and I'm never sure...? Sabo: I'm angry. That clear enough? Ace: Yes. Yamato: Okay, so Sabo is the only person that scares you. That's good to know. Ace: OH SHUT UP HE DOESN'T SCARE ME I AM NOT AFRAID OF MY BROTHER Sabo: Ace. Ace: ... I'm sorry.

Then, Sabo takes Ace to a more private place in the house and expects an explanation from him and Ace can't keep the secret anymore. So he tells him about Yamato's dad and how he is not a good person and he's always keeping him locked and making his life a living hell. And Ace is literally begging Sabo to let him stay for a while and Sabo is just staring at him like "Why would I not let him? How could I not? Do you see me as some kind of controlling demon around this house or what?" / "I mean, you're kind of scary sometimes-" / "Because you don't do shit around here and when I left for college I expected you to take care of Luffy. But I'm not making Yamato leave! What the fuck, Ace? You should've told me." / "I just- I just don't want him to go back there. He's, like, the nicest guy I've ever known. He's just so good, Sabo. I don't want him to-" / "Yeah. Yeah. He's the love of your life and you're gonna get married and have a fairytale ending or some bullshit like that." / "I did NOT say that." / "But you love him. I'm not letting him stay over if you're not serious about this. We barely have money for us three and we're lucky I can go to college." / "... I know. I know. I do. I do, you know. Like. The L word. You know I can't say it." / "Idiot." / "You're so mean to me. You don't do this shit to Luffy." / "Because at least Luffy has the decency of telling me when his friends are coming over." / "That's what you think." / "What? / "Nothing."

So, long story short, Yamato has the chance to actually live with them for a while if he wants to. Of course, he can't do it permanently. But he knows he has a home there if he ever feels like leaving his own house.

#sabo is a fucking liar he only knows how to cook because koala taught him #and also sabo is a fucking mess too he just says he isn't but he is #sorry now i am thinking about yamato and ace cuddling at night and i'm very sad because i love them and i think we should talk more about i #the hurt/comfort potential of this ship #one piece #portgas d. ace #revolutionary sabo #asl brothers #yamato #yamace

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calypsocolada · 8 months

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TALL TALES | usopp

synopsis: usopp comes to drop off letters for you to read and one day you let him inside. authors note: hello. usopp deserves love and attention. cw: fem reader, sfw, fluff wc: 2.6k

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You lived on the outskirts of Syrup Village in an old house passed down from your grandmother. The village all thought it was haunted but you’ve lived here your whole life and the only thing scary was the occasional mouse that snuck in and squeaked behind the walls. All of this didn't help your image much. Gloomy girl, in a scary house on the outskirts of town. People tend to have their reservations about you.

All of them but one.

A village boy about your age. Usopp. Recently he’d been stopping by your house more frequently after hearing you were staying all alone.

At first you didn’t answer the door when he’d come. To be honest you’d gotten used to the solitude and you weren’t really sure how to be a friend to someone. But Usopp was insistent. He’d come by with food and flowers, he’d bring books for you to read and leave them in your mailbox. He’d write you letters that left you in awe. He’d string together stories of his travels over the oceans. Stories of pirates and monsters and mysteries. To be honest you looked forward to the letters every week. You knew they had to be fiction but liked how outlandish they were.

One day after seeing him walking up your path you took a deep breath, running a quick hand through your hair before opening the door. Usopp, who had been reaching for your mailbox lurched at the suddenness of the door opening and stumbled backwards with a strangled scream.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry!” You apologized, walking onto the stone porch. Usopp stared bug eyed at you as you lent him a hand. “Here, let me help you up.” You say and hesitantly Usopp slides his warm hand into yours and lets you pull him upright. He dusted himself off clearing his throat. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t scare me Miss, I just uh- I’m a bit shaky from my last adventure, that’s all.” He covered smoothly. You knew his letters were just stories he made up but you didn’t mind, he wove them with such care.

“Last adventure, huh?” You echoed. Usopp proudly nodded his head, presenting his letter to you. Slowly you grabbed it, holding it delicately in your grasp.

“Chronicled to perfection.” He said as a smirk overtook your lips.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” You say, smiling up at him. “Would you like to come in, I can make us tea?” You offer. Usopp’s brows shoot upwards, surprised at your invitation.

“Come… in? Inside the mansion?” He asked, eyes looking behind you down the dark hallway.

“The great Captain Usopp isn’t scared right?” You ask, his eyes slide back to yours, something resolute in his stare.

“Absolutely not, my dear. Lead the way.” He says with bravado. You laugh and turn, leading him inside your house through the winding hallways. A few times you hear him start to jog so he doesn’t lose you through the throng. “It’s windier than I thought.” He says slightly out of breath.

“My grandmother thought that building complex hallways could confuse the ghosts that reside.” You say eerily. It was a lie, it was more because your grandma had an illness near the end that made her forget what she’d already built. You heard Usopp gasp slightly and turned to look at him. But at your attention he puffs up his chest and shoots you a smile. You turn back around and flip the lights on to the kitchen. Usopp stops to look around because leaning a hand on the counter you were standing by, trying to look at ease.

“So… about the ghosts-“

“Oh we don’t talk about them much, Usopp, that gives them power.” You say and the look on his face is priceless. “But,” you start, reaching for a kettle and filling it with water. “Since you asked I wouldn’t want to be rude. There’s four that I know of.” You say, placing the kettle on the stove and flicking on the burner.

“Oh that’s— that’s okay, Miss. I wouldn’t want them to cause you trouble when I leave.” He says quickly as you give him a weary smile.

“They don’t trouble me anymore.” You say cryptically, just then there’s a loud sort of banging sound. Usopp turns white, practically jumping into your arms. Obviously he didn’t know it was your cat jumping off the shelf to the floor. “Captain Usopp, are you alright?” You ask and he clears his throat, moving pointedly away from you.

“Hah yeah- just uh, just excited for that tea of yours.” He covers and you have to turn away so he doesn’t see you laughing.

“Yes, right, we’ll take a seat and I’ll get you something to eat. You must be tired from all the adventuring.”

“If you’d like, you can skip reading my recent letter and I can just tell you?” Usopp asks as you smile to yourself.

“I would love that.” You say. Usopp takes a seat as you hand him a fresh scone you had cooked earlier in the day, sliding tea next to the plate. Usopp clears his throat.

“It was a dark and stormy night,” He starts, putting on a show for you as he munches on the scone and sips on the tea, burning himself the first time. “Rain was pounding against the deck of my great vessel, so hard that it left indents in the wood.” He says as you purse your lips, holding your tea mug in your hands as he speaks. “I lost many men that fateful night.” He says somberly. “The fog and rain was so thick we were able to see a great landmass before we crashed into it.” He makes a crashing sound with his mouth before tearing off another bite of scone to pop into his mouth. “We were stranded! And the worst of all, there was something lurking on that island.” Another loud crash, recognizable to you because your cat often knocked plants from the living room table, but Usopp flew out of his seat. “There! There it is again!” He gasps as you slowly nod your head.

“I think the ghosts like your story.” You answer and Usopp’s dark brown eyes find yours. He looks alarmed but at your obvious calmness he sits back down, maybe reluctantly. His hands are slightly shaking as he sips his tea and you start to feel a little guilty. You invited him in because you liked his letters, you didn’t want to scare him away for good. “Please, continue with your story.” You say and he clears his throat, settling back down in his chair.

“Right- uh where was I…” He squinted his eyes in thought. “Ah! The monster. So, I was the one who discovered the thing. Tall and scabrous, it looked as though the sea had carved it itself.” The story he weaved drew pictures in your mind as you pictured some grotesque creature with seaweed on its body. “But never fear my dear for the great Captain Usopp always has a plan!” He bangs his hand on the table, standing to his feet. “I drew my sword and made quick work of the foul beast!” He makes cutting and slashing motions in the air, it rouses a bubble of giggles from your lips. You hadn’t felt this light in years since your grandma passed. He makes one last slicing motion and gives you a wink. “Sliced the thing up three ways to Sunday. It was no match for, the Captain Usopp.” He says as you bite your lip to keep from smiling too much.

“That’s quite the story!” You say, clapping as he bows for you, slowly sliding back into his chair.

“If you’d like, I can take you on an adventure sometime.” He says as you cock your head with a smile.

“You would?”

“Of course! Every pirate crew needs a pretty lady on board.” You find yourself blushing as you hide it behind a sip of your tea.

“I think the ghost would be mad if I left.” You say jokingly.

“How mad?” He asks, his eyes trailing off to where the crash was earlier.

“Furious, they’d probably leave the mansion to haunt everyone else in town.” You say, biting your lip hard when Usopp’s eyes bug from his face.

“That’s— terrifying. I wouldn’t want to release a plague on the town.” He says in thought.

“Yeah it’s just not worth it.” You say but Usopp purses his lips.

“You are worth it.” He says matter of factly. “They shouldn’t keep you cramped in here your whole life.” He says, raising his voice as he speaks.

“Usopp-“

“You hear me ghosts! You can’t keep this pretty girl locked up forever! I’ll fight you if I have to!!!” He’s yelling towards the living room. There’s another smaller crash, most likely your cat got startled by his loud voice. Usopp vaulted onto the table in fear and you burst out laughing. He looks over at you, puzzled.

“I’m— sorry.” You say in between fits of laughter. Just then your cat comes skirting into the kitchen, hissing at Usopp. Usopp screams falling backwards from the table. You jump to your feet.

“This house!! We have to get you out of here!” Usopp yells as you help him to his feet.

“Usopp, calm down.” You giggle, turning him to face you, his wild eyes meeting yours. “There’s no ghosts! It’s just my cat.”

“But but all the loud bangs-“

“My cat is not as dexterous as other cats.” You say in a soothing tone.

“So— you were pranking me?”

“Yes. I’m sorry if I scared you.” There’s a moment of silence as Usopp takes in all this new information. For a moment you think he might get angry with you. But then his face breaks out into a large smile as he starts laughing almost uncontrollably.

“Wow! You- you got me!” He exclaims, slapping a hand to his leg as you laugh softly. “You had me scared!”

“I scared the Great Captain Usopp?” You say proudly as he nods his head, reaching and tucking a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. The small gesture turns your stomach into a butterfly's playground.

“Let’s keep that between us, hm?” He says huskily as you melt. Usopp’s eyes look over your face for a moment. “You have a really pretty smile, you know?” He asks as you shyly hide it behind your hand. “Not gloomy at all.” He winks as you bite your lip, a small laugh escaping.

“You are pretty brave, Captain Usopp, you’re the first soul to trudge the infamous Syrup Village’s haunted mansion.”

“I can’t be?”

“Not a single villager has stepped foot in here.” You say truthfully as Usopp purses his lips.

“Hm. I have to admit I was scared at first but- I think I like it. It’s cozy.”

“Cozy?” You echo amused as he smirks and looks down at you. You two were standing pretty close as you spoke. He nods his head.

“I met your grandma a few times downtown, she was very sweet, like you.”

“You think I’m sweet?” You ask and he winks.

“Very sweet, and too pretty to be locked away like some stolen princess.” He says as you sigh softly.

“I don’t mind it.”

“I think you do.” He says. “Come with me, let’s sail the seas together.” He says as you furrow your brows slightly.

“And go where? Do you even have a ship?” You ask as Usopp’s mouth falls open, aghast.

“Do I even! Of course the Great Captain Usopp has a ship, my dear!” He says, his hands slipping around your waist to pull you off the ground and spin you around. You giggle as he sets you down. “Come on, I’ll show you!” He says, outstretching his hand to you. You're reluctant at first, this home was solace to you. Out there with the villager and they're prying eyes felt as far from home as anything. But Usopp never stopped visiting you for close to months. He never gave up even when your door remained locked. You took his hand and he smiled warmly, dragging you through your hallways, which you had to help him navigate, and out into the day. The sun high in the sky as you two ran towards the high cliffs, the wind picking up. He stopped just at the top and pointed. Sure enough there was a ship, with large black sails, a pirate skull with a yellow straw hat on its head. It had a goat's head as the mast. There were a few people loading things on the deck. Your mouth fell open.

“Holy shit.” You whispered. Usopp’s hand never left yours as you took a step closer, rubbing your eyes but sure enough it wasn’t some illusion. He really had a ship, or at least was part of a crew that had one. “Your stories… They're all real?” You ask as you turn to him.

“No but-- they can be. I want you to come with me.” He says as your throat goes dry.

“Why me?” You ask and see Usopp actually blush.

“Well… uh because, I think you’d be a great addition to the crew.” He says nervously.

“How so?” You ask curiously.

“You're medically trained to start.” He says as you furrow your brows.

“I handed my grandma meds. I think that may be a far cry.” You say.

“Well you're smart! Yes! Very smart! We already have a navigator but maybe you could help!”

“Usopp, I don’t- I can’t just up and leave.” You say as he turns to face you.

“Why not?” He asks. Truthfully, there wasn’t much holding you here. After your grandma passed you had no other living relatives. All that kept you was,

“I can’t abandon my grandma’s house, not to mention my cat.” You say and Usopp deflates. You reach for his hand. “I’ll miss your stories.” You say and he looks down at you, sadness in his eyes.

“Your cat can come too, and we can ask some villagers to look after the house.”

“I’m not an adventurer like you, Usopp. I like it quiet, I like reading my books and tending to my garden.” You say. Usopp knows he can’t change your mind at that. You reach up and slide your hand onto his cheek, he jolts slightly at this tender touch. Rocking to your tippee toes you press a kiss to his cheek. “I expect to hear all the great travels of Captain Usopp when you return.” You say. He melts, his lips molding into a small smile.

“Promise me you won’t stay cooped up in that house. They’d all love you if they actually got to know you.” He says as you nod your head.

“Okay.” You say, wind picking up. Usopp glances back at the ship. The crew below seemingly were ready for departure. He turns back to you.

“I’m coming back because I’d like to do this again.” He says.

“Do wha-” His hand slides against your cheek as he leans and presses a soft kiss to your lips. You smile against his lips. When you pull back you can’t help but smirk up at him. He’d better come back one day.

#one peice x reader #one piece #opla x reader #opla usopp #usopp #usopp x reader #usopp one piece #opla #one piece live action #op x reader #fem reader

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soapoet · 8 months

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PJO pick-a-card reading

Thalia Grace; How to be brave

this anon requested a reading for guidance and encouragement to harness the bravery needed to pursue dreams and desires in earnest without fear.

01.

When you face challenges, or come upon opportunities that speak to you but fear and anxiety speak louder, focus on what is on the other side of that which you dread. Who is the version of you that managed to overcome this? What does their life look like? What aspects have changed for the better? Then push yourself beyond the first, second and third save point. It becomes easier to move forward when you're looking to the horizon when what lies in your immediate surroundings frightens you or makes you hesitant. Treating scary steps as though you are just passing through on your way elsewhere will help you through it. Making that phone call, sending that text message or email may be a little nerve-wracking, but if you focus in the moment only on the purpose of it and the outcome rather than worrying about your wording, the reception, and whatever else your nerves may conjure up, you will get through the daunting task with more ease. After all, you're only passing through.

Another thing to note is that what works for others may not work for you, and this makes you no anomaly. It's normal, and you are not flawed. We all come upon situations and circumstances wherein the tried and true simply does not compute. Do not underestimate your problem solving abilities, and do not sell yourself short. Sometimes it is only you who truly understands the nuance and intricacies of your challenges, the potential consequences, and applying a one-size-fits-all solution could work against what it is that you want.

When your soul yearns for independence, act independently. Sometimes you must do what you must, even if the odds are stacked against you and the crowd is booing, not cheering. Prove them wrong. Choose to live the life you wish to lead regardless of the naysayers and their ideas of what is best for you. And remember that changing your mind is okay. If today your best life looks different from what it will look like a week from now, you are not wishy-washy, undecided, unreliable or incompetent, but a human being experiencing a change of heart and mind, generating new ideas and finding your own way. Your dreams are only as unrealistic as you consent others to judge them.

02.

You really ought to give laughing in the face of fear a try. It might just be menacing enough to scare it right back. Even if you already find yourself rather capable, you still do not give yourself enough credit, and you could easily push yourself further. You may hold back sometimes when you're caught up in worries about the consequences or the prospect of wasting time, but you could truly harness fear as a fuel. The life you wish to lead, once achieved, could inspire others and keep them from paralysis by uncertainty. Train yourself to say yes more often, and jump in head first precisely when you feel yourself hesitate and think you can't do it. Because you can. Within reason, it's perfectly okay to be a little reckless.

The journey should be equally revered as the destination itself, and it is the journey which has much to teach you. The more you leap into free fall to seize opportunities that further your pursuit of what you want, the less scary that dive into the unknown becomes, until it's not very frightening at all. When you feel doubtful of whether you're even headed in the right direction, continue onwards still, because chances are you have wonders and treasure troves of experience and knowledge to uncover from right where you are at the time and just around the corner. You can make necessary adjustments and changes along the way without fretting so much about whether it's the best choice. Fear of failure or a phobia of square one is only as scary as you let it affect you, and you can make use of that fear as motivation to fuel your pursuit of your goals.

Keep in mind that you don't need to be perfect right away. Everybody faces some trial and error, and there are many things we can only learn along the way, things exist which we couldn't have prepared for, so don't be so hard on yourself and think you don't have a green light because your plan is vague at best and missing information. The more you journey onwards and allow yourself to choose to live life as you desire every step of the way, the more times you'll face these trials which test your ability and tenacity to always choose what is in your best interest and aligned with your wishes, and the easier it becomes to work around push yourself to go and trust that you can handle whatever curveballs are thrown your way.

03.

Considering what all you've been through, you're already quite brave, though you give yourself no such credit, do you? Media often shows bravery in the extremes, and for someone so gentle it may feel outlandish to give yourself such a title. But bravery can be quiet, and it can be found in the smallest acts of kindness and our little sacrifices for the peace and comfort of others. When we taken on burdens of our fellow people, we are as brave as we are strong and kind, taking on more than our fair share.

You may struggle finding a spot in the sun amongst others, and worry you take up too much space or cast a shadow on another. Pursuing the things you wish upon yourself can often be an afterthought because you think so heavily on your duties of being there for others first, and get hung up on imagined chain reactions, paralysed by the idea that your moves may step on toes or simply allow you to share a spotlight with those you find more deserving. You should be kinder to yourself. And perhaps your best bet would be to embrace the shadows and work towards your goals quietly. When you're already fighting your own doubts, you should keep some things secret lest you invite the conscious or subconscious doubts of others into the mix. At least you stand a chance against just yours, so don't add more players to the opposing team before you're well on your way to achieve your goals and have something to show for to weed out any semblance of doubt in others before they grow roots.

If you have trouble taking the first step towards your desires, consider riding the dopamine waves from smaller, even more mundane achievements, and let it be the wind in your sails. Listen to guidance and ask for help when you need it, but know that you need not let it overrule your own ideas of how to proceed. Just as with tarot, take what resonates and leave what does not, and always trust your inner guidance. Your journey is yours, and the life you wish to lead should be built by your own hand to have your unique fingerprints on it, so fret not if you wish to do things differently than others who already have their success stories. Remember that there is no rush and you can take things one step at a time. You will always be equally behind and ahead of others so never worry that it's too late for you to do something. The impact of your achievements upon others who have and are struggling like you can yield priceless inspiration, so that they, too, may decide to follow their dreams because you showed them you could and they could too.

#pac reading #pick a card reading #thalia grace #energy reading #intuitive reading #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #tarot reading #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick a card #pac #tarotblr #soapy.post

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tobylovesspence · 5 months

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I think your requests are open. Sorry if I missed something saying they were closed. But I just finished twdg season 2, and I'm in shambles. I love Luke and definitely looked to him as a big brother figure that I never had. I was hoping we could get a fic or headcanons about him sort of in Lee's place? Like he finds a young kid and takes them in for a while. Yeah, hopefully that makes sense.

Pookie my requests are never closed 🎀 I love him sm, he'd so be a girl dad tbh

🎀 Luke was genuinely terrified when he found you, I mean this random apocalypse starts and you're in the woods.

🎀 He's horrified by the thought of having to kill a kid, and luckily you prove you're not infected and he doesn't have to

🎀 Luke doesn't even have the time to worry about if he can care for you or not before he's got you piggyback carrying you back to the house

🎀 Everyone else is fond of you, but since Luke found you they make you fully his responsibility

🎀Everyone else will kindly offer you things but Luke is much more insistent, whereas Pete would ask "Are you hungry?" Luke is already handing you a sandwich saying, "Eat. You're hungry."

🎀He may seem strict at times but truly he's just panicked about making sure you're safe, he make have small panic streaks and yell if you go somewhere by yourself but he's trying

🎀 If you're on your best behavior though, so is he, carrying you piggyback around the house or letting you do normal kid stuff and paint his nails (the nail polish is probably expired but you have fun so he doesn't care)

🎀 Teaching you how to shoot and stab was another challenge, he didn't want you to have to fight anything but having to teach you things was crazy.

🎀 The hardest part of having you is finding you clothes while you're so small and young. Most of the time he has to find XL clothes and have Carlos use his needle work to crop and shrink them to be your size.

🎀Finding you young was quite an experience when he had to go on field missions and came back with crayons and paper instead of ammo

🎀 Once you became older it's much easier, you're much more mature and attentive but with Luke around you're definitely less mature than the average kid your age

🎀 Eventually when Luke finds Clem you confused her. Since she was raised to immediately meet the scary world, your innocence and joking manner scares her, it's only cause you've been raised getting a kiss on the cheek and hug before bed by Luke

🎀 Everyone can tell you're the most important thing to him, putting himself in danger constantly to protect you, showing you off to the others anytime you do anything good

"Woah! Pete, look, look! Y/n did these!" Luke would hold up a target paper, showing you hit the bullseye and then in the other hand a photo you drew of him and you. "Wow Luke, they've got a good shot, but you've shown me that drawing already, they drew it when they were six." Luke chuckled, "I know but it's just so cute."

🎀 I'm mentioned it before but piggyback rides are an everyday thing with this man.

"Whatcha doing?" Luke walked up behind you on the couch as you played on a small game console you found. "I found this old thing! It's got Zelda on it!" You told him excitedly before shrieking as he picked you up off the couch, sitting your legs on his shoulders and holding you up there. "Put me down!" You yell out while giggling. So he semi drops you so your arms are around his neck. "Much better." He walks you around the house, holding your legs up with his arms as you laughed.

#luketwdgfluff #luke twdg x reader #luke twdg #luketwdgplatonic

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calzonekestis · 2 years

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So Joe has been feeding us so well with his exit interviews, but I love love love…

That while he was like “yes, Eddie had a crush on Chrissy. It made sense to play it that way.”

He made sure to note that… that wasn’t what the concert was about? Like we all clutch our chests and cry at. “Chrissy, this is for you.”

We’re human, how can we not?

Joe was very clear to say though that the concert wasn’t about how Eddie felt about her.

It was about honoring and avenging her. A recognition of who she was, who she truly was, and what her life meant.

It about Chrissy.

Not about him, and his feelings for her. Just her.

And I think that’s a big thing to note, especially how it separates him from Jason?

Jason is doing all he is because he lost Chrissy. Because he lost Chrissy, or Chrissy as he knew her… and it’s clear he didn’t actually know her that well at all.

His vigilante crusade isn’t about bringing her killer to justice so much as it is a way for him to cope with his own anger and grief. It’s less about her, and more about him. Her, strictly in relation to him.

It sucks that she was killed to further both their character arcs, but. At least with Eddie, while he feels guilt and shame over her death… he mourns her in a less selfish way?

Her memory and his experience with her makes him want to be better.

Meanwhile, Jason’s perception of Chrissy… the one she presented, who was hiding so much pain and trauma behind her smile and who felt like she couldn’t come to him about it…

He’d say she inspired him. To do what, exactly? Threaten to torture Eddie’s bandmates for information? Pursue vigilante justice, and interfere with a police investigation? Terrorize Black children?

If Chrissy was around to hear that she “inspired” him to do all that, that he did it in her name… she’d be horrified and disgusted.

I don’t think she’d feel that way about Eddie’s solo or sacrifice tbh. People can be upset about the death, but not only was he protecting Dustin… he was luring those bats away from the gate. Cause if they got out in Hawkins, started spreading and multiplying? That’d have been no bueno.

People say Eddie’s death was stupid and all about his ego and pride. It wasn’t. Go back and watch. He lost Chrissy. There was a lot he didn’t get to say to her.

He didn’t lose Dustin. He made sure to make sure the kid knew what he meant to him.

Eddie didn’t die to satisfy his own ego, or even to save just Dustin. He did it, like Dustin told Wayne… for the entire town. A town that thought the worst of him.

TLDR Chrissy Cunningham inspired Eddie Munson to be a big damn hero. She inspired Jason to be a colossal douchebag.

Eddie did have feelings for her, yes, but he mourned her as a person and the loss of that person.

Jason mourned her as his “perfect” girlfriend and mourned the loss of that “perfect” girlfriend.

Jason didn’t have any idea what was going on with her, and she felt like she couldn’t tell him.

Eddie noticed something was off right away, and rather than make her feel bad for feeling bad… he tried to make her not feel bad. He was a doofus.

He intentionally was a doofus with a girl he liked, just so she’d feel safer.

It wasn’t even so that she’d realize he meant her no harm, and that he wasn’t mean and scary.

He initially thought it was it, but when she asks him not to go? He pauses. Considers her.

Ok, so it’s not him, but something’s got her freaked. He doesn’t know what, but he can try to make her smile. So he does that.

While he does flirt, his intentions aren’t “I’mma put the moves on Chrissy” - they’re “this person seems very vulnerable and scared right now, even if it’s not about Me, I’m going to do what I can to make them less scared.”

Like how he looks after the little sheep. He sees someone scared, out of sorts, he wants to help them.

Make them feel safe, like everything is going to be ok.

Eddie Munson literally can’t help himself. He sees someone who is scared and feels anxious and out of sorts, and he swoops in to make them laugh and feel like things are going to be ok.

Like they’re safe.

The Golden Retriever energy is off the charts.

Again like I’m sure this man could be a talented musician professionally or a record store owner, but I could absolutely picture him as a social worker that specializes in working with kids.

Kids who maybe didn’t grow up with much money, who came from broken homes. Who struggle with anxiety. Turn to crime. Drugs. Like. He is… that would have been so perfect for him.

They’re angry and resentful at the world, scared and insecure. He would listen, not invalidate their experiences and emotions… try to help them. They’d expect some guy in a suit or a stereotypical youth pastor type (think a Jason Carver) and instead they get this Freak. Who doesn’t belittle them, or talk down or look down on them.

God, homeboy could have lived as he died… caring about the well-being of his fellow man.

#hellcheer #eddie munson #chrissy cunningham #jason carver #eddie x chrissy #joseph quinn

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Anime-Manga Comparisons, the dreaded episode 8

They actually don’t have a bunch of mannequins in the manga, just the one with one swimsuit, but Honey still suggests the one he chose in the anime, so it’s kind of confusing. Also the two piece in the manga has polka dots. Super cute. Kyoya offers to float her a loan, and the twins straight up say she has no breasts, as opposed to calling her flat. Manga also reveals she wears a sports bra, instead of the vest she wears in the anime. I’m not sure we ever actually see this manga.

Another tragic cut is one of my favourite Kyoya lines of all time when baseball Tamaki hits the twins into the distance, and Kyoya questions where his youth has gone that he has three children at age seventeen. I demand a reboot once again.

Of course, the biggest thing they removed from the anime is the fact that the beach they’re on is actually owned by the Nekozawa’s, and he’s even there with them! He’s a pretty cool dude, I wish they’d hung out with him more often, because it seems like their two clubs are actually really close. They also don’t show the huge cat rock.

The shellfish hunting in the anime is actually just collecting seashells in the manga, and when Kaoru gives her a scallop all the other hosts jump in to hand her other shells, which is just *insert relevant emoji here* They really do adore her, don’t they? Unfortunately, Tamaki doesn’t make his ‘crabtivating’ joke. I’m honestly shell shocked. I’m crabsolutely devastated. Third pun.

In the manga the twins actually call out Tamaki for using the family dynamic as some sort of defense mechanism, but he immediately gets distracted by a snake and that’s kind of it. Also the girls witness the entire attack, almost drowning, and rescue, which honestly makes Tamaki the coolest at that moment. Also Haruhi hits her head and starts bleeding, ouch.

In Nekozawa’s family mansion (the anime could have at least mentioned it!) the guys all play a cursed boardgame where every single square they land on is a bad one, the others are all vague and might not come true, but Tamaki’s is literally saying a friend hates him, lol. Nekozawa returns to tease Tamaki about liking white sundresses and plays the board game along with them, while freak of a man Kyoya says that not being charged puts a weight on his heart, and Nekozawa has more shenanigans until Haruhi turns on the lights and scares him. Her dress is the same in both, but the manga seems to always do cute patterns on everything.

While they fawn over how adorable she is and the twins coddle her, Tamaki gets a bloody nose and Honey karate chops his neck to stop the bleeding. It doesn’t work and he bleeds even worse, the dirty pervert.

Nekozawa abandons the others because they suck hardcore (the lights hurt him) and the others go for dinner, which is actually the fabled Fancy Tuna that I don’t think she ever gets to eat in the anime. And she doesn’t get to eat it here because Tamaki is awful and eats it all. She gets her own back by offering an empty crab leg and then trying to stab him with it, though.

Instead of Tamaki asking Kyoya to lead him to his room because it’s Kyoya’s place, instead he asks Kyoya to come with him because the hallways are dark and scary and he’s a big wimp. Also Mori lifts up Haru again to rush her to the bathroom, where they run into Nekozawa without his cloak. He’s so pretty!

Speaking of pretty… the upcoming scene isn’t that at all! But Kyoya is, isn’t he? Haruhi doesn’t even recognise him without his glasses on, the silly girl.

Thankfully the two scenes are really similar, so there aren’t any differences, and therefore I’m free to avoid talking about this scene for another day. Hooray! The only major difference is that Kyoya laughs harder in the manga, less attractive chuckle and more goofy giggle. Also Tamaki straight up calls Kyoya a bastard in the anime.

The lightning scene is the same, except that instead of Tamaki opening the closet Haruhi does it herself and then hits him in the face with the door. The poor pervert.

Episode 8… thankfully over!

#ohshc #ouran high school host club #writing tag #manga tag #comparisons series

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peaxhxhair · 1 year

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I would like to request for Money heist Rio x Gender neutral reader. Where they are dating and the readers father (Moscow ) who she was really close with, dies. And Rio being there to comfort the reader.

Pairing : Rio x GN! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death, blood, shootings/guns, etc. (Please let me know if there is anything else)

Summary: Y/n grieves the loss of their dad.

Authors note: Thank you for the request! It is SO hard to find good gifs of Rio-

Money Heist JEA - Masterlist

Consider buying me a coffee!

Panic. That was all I felt when I found out my dad had been shot. Denver said that he was still alive, which was good, but just by looking at him, I could tell that he wasn’t going to make it. No matter how quick Denver tried to dig. Though, if it made him feel better, I wouldn’t stop him.

I sat beside the couch that my dad was laying on, holding his hand as he tried to relax at least a little bit. Rio tried to bandage up the wound as much as possible, and I knew he was trying to help, but I think we all knew that it was too late. Everyone except for Denver.

“Papa, is it scary?’ I asked, and it took him a second to think about it, before he finally answered.

“No, I’m not scared. You shouldn’t be either” He answered, and I hummed, his words not really making me feel any less unsure. I didn’t want to cry in front of him, or in front of Misun, who was keeping an eye on us. Though, I honestly didn’t feel like crying, I didn't really feel anything. I had never been an emotional person, not even as a kid. Dad always liked to say that Denver took my emotions, which is why he was so emotional.

“Rio is a nice boy” He muttered after a moment, and I groaned at his words. Rio and I had been together for a few months, way before we had begun the heist. We met at a club, and I didn’t exactly expect to have to make him meet my dad so soon, but we had all agreed to the professor's plan. I had no idea Rio would be there, but it was a nice surprise.

“Papa!” I complained, and he chuckled lightly, before letting out a pained wince.

“I’m serious. When you get out of here, you should get married” He started, and I rested my head on my knees, hiding my face in embarrassment. “Have a kid, name him after me” He continued, and I laughed at the idea. If that was what he wanted, then I couldn’t deny him that.

“Alright, papa. We’ll name our son after you” I said, turning towards him. Though, he wasn’t smiling like he had been the last time I looked at him. He had gotten a lot paler, and the pleading look in his eyes told me that it was time.

“Misun, get Denver now”

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I didn’t know how to feel. Denver was screaming, which felt like the most reasonable response. I didn’t feel anything, and I didn’t know why. The only thing I could do was hold his hand, hold on until he couldn’t grip my hand anymore. And when his grip softened, I knew he was gone. My dad’s hand had gotten colder. He was dead. That was when I knew I couldn’t bear it anymore, standing in a room with my dad’s corpse, I placed his hand down, and left. The only thing I knew I could do.

I felt bad, that I didn’t cry or scream, or do anything, like Denver did. I haven't had someone die before, not someone that I care so much about.

I found an empty room to sit in, one that I knew no one would come into. Unless they had been looking for me. I pulled my knees into my chest, resting my head on them as I traced the patterned carpet with my eyes.

WHen I heard the door open, I didn’t move, not really wanting to give away where I was. Though, when Rio sat down beside me, I sighed. Of course he would be the one to come and find me.

“Are you okay?” He asked, and I pondered it for a moment. Sure, if I had been a crying mess, it would have been a stupid question. But I wasn’t. Eventually I gave him a nod in response.

“Am I terrible? For not crying?” I muttered, and he shook his head. I took the chance to rest my head on his shoulder, reaching over to grab his hand and link our fingers together.

“Everyone grieves differently” He said, his thumb beginning to rub circles into the back of my hand.

“I don’t feel like I’m grieving at all” He hummed at my words, taking a second to think of what to say.

“It might come later” He said, and I nodded, trying my best to understand what he meant.

“He said that we should name our kid after him” I mention, and Rio’s face flares up with a blush that I had never seen before. His nervous expression made me laugh, which didn’t really feel appropriate for the situation.

“I mean, yeah…We could do that” He agreed, and I was surprised he agreed, but I’m glad that he did.

~~~

It had been a while since I had worn something other than that red jumpsuit. Although, the blue jumpsuit didn’t feel all that different. We were about to board the train that would take us out of Korea.

As we all boarded, the professor had been stopped by his investigator. It took him a second, but he still managed to board the train.

Although, even with everyone here, it still felt empty. The silence felt uncomfortable, and the sudden reminder that my dad wasn’t here made my eyes well up with tears. They flowed from my eyes with no signs of stopping.

Rio, of course, was the first to notice. “Oh, there it is…” He cooed, mostly to himself as I fell into him, sobbing Into his chest. “It’s alright. Let it all out” He whispered, tracing shapes onto my back with his fingers.

“He’s not here. We did all this and he’s not here to see it” I sobbed, my tears starting to stain Rio’s shirt as I cried on him.

“I know, baby. I know”

#fanfiction #oneshot #reader insert #x reader fanfiction #money heist joint economic area #money heist korea #rio x reader #gender neutral reader #money heist rio x reader #money heist rio #money heist #money heist kdrama #money heist Netflix

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snowflakeanimelover · 2 years

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my request for spicytober event: ban x fem!reader (seven deadly sins) genre is fluff, topic is horror movies with the prompt "too scary? I can sleep with you tonight to make you feel better."

Ban & reader are friends but ban has feelings for her, it's still canon universe but let's just pretend movies exist lol

tysm :)

Lol sure thing! I love Ban :)

Spicytober Event – CLOSED

Topic: Horror Movies

Prompt: “Too scary? I can sleep with you tonight to make you feel better.”

Relationship: Ban x Female Reader

Fandom: The Seven Deadly Sins

Warnings: Fluff :), cute, comfort, Ban is a simp

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As much as I tried to hide it, I was sure Ban could feel the couch move with each flinch that passed through my body. I agreed to watch horror movies with my best friend, even though I didn’t like them very much, but I didn’t want him to be bored during one of the best holidays of all time. We both take a big liking to Halloween and dress up each year together. This year, though, Ban just wanted to lay low and relax. Ban usually got what he wanted or he’d throw a fit for the show and refuse to do anything else, so I said yes to the idea. He picked the movie, no surprise there, and I’m amazed I haven't screamed yet.

I was so focused on trying not to freak out too much that I didn’t realize someone was touching my shoulder for the first few seconds. When I finally realized it, I jumped and yelped, turning to find Ban looking at me weirdly.

“D-Don’t scare me like that!”

He chuckled, releasing his hold on my shoulder. “Sorry, sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I’m pretty sure you moved the couch five feet from its original spot.”

I smacked him on the shoulder, both of us sharing a laugh at his exaggeration. “Shut up! I would’ve been fine if you didn’t pick the scariest movie out of the bunch.”

“Well, lucky you,” he rests his arms on the back of the couch, one of them behind me, “the movie is over. Now we can go sleep.” He ends the sentence with a big yawn and stretches out of his comfortable spot.

“Um, I think I’m good. I’ll just stay up longer…” I let out a nervous chuckle, hoping he didn’t catch it. Even as best friends, he’s brave and strong. Unlike me. I try to portray myself to be the bigger or braver person in front of him, hoping he wouldn’t think of me as anything less.

“Aw, too scary?” he coos, “want me to sleep with you to make you feel better?” He shoves his hands in his pockets, looking anywhere but at me. Was he…embarrassed? He sounded confident but looked nervous.

I was certainly not expecting that from him, but what's better than a good night's rest than no sleep at all? I nodded slowly. “S-sure…”

— — —

Why did I say yes to his idea again? If it meant not being in such an awkward position, then I would gladly go back in time and change my answer. I was sure both of us weren’t getting a wink of sleep with our backs touching. I shuddered at the memories of the horror movie, Ban’s presence not helping a tall like I thought it would.

“Hey…” I whisper to him. “Are you still awake?”

He grumbles, but a yes nonetheless. “What is it?

“I just, um…I don’t think this is helping…I’m still seeing things in the dark.” I mumble.

“Just close your eyes.”

“Oh wow, I should’ve thought of that.” I roll my eyes.

He sighs, the bed moving as he turned. Slowly, his arm stretched over onto my side of the bed, his hand resting over my stomach. He was spooning me. My cheeks grew warm at the thought of my best friend spooning me and practically cuddling me.

“There, better?” He whispers, his warm breath fanning against my neck.

I did feel much better. I felt more…protected, being under his arm like this. “Yeah…much better.”

#the seven deadly sins #ban #ban x reader #x reader #reader #female reader #halloween #spicytober #horror movies #fluff #cute #cuddling #soft #comfort #anime

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touyubesposts · 10 months

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Ghosts aren’t Real (Part 1/?)

Hey, this is my first Storytime Big Bang (@tss-storytime) submission! It was very fun, even thought here were a couple of road blocks (Mostly my fault. 😅) I was partnered with @pizza-box-raccoon, who has some amazing art! (Some of the best IMO.) Their art is here, go check it out! There's nothing too serious in this chapter (or in the next one (I think)) but look at the tags and keep them in mind just in case ❤️

Summary: After a ‘Ghost’ knocks over something in his kitchen while he was coming up with video ideas with friends, Quill and Davi come up with the idea to go ghost hunting in his house. Virgil is scared that they’ll somehow get detected, but Logan is less convinced. Because Ghosts aren’t real… Right?

Rating: PG?

Word Count: 2135 (A short read :))

Ships: None, everything is purely platonic

CW: Mentions of death, Negative thinking, Remus being Remus, if I miss anything let me know 👍

(Fanfic under cut)

(Thomas's P.O.V)

"- So yeah, that could be a fun video idea," Davi finishes up his statement, taking a bite of Chinese food.

Quil chimes in, "Yeah, I could see that, but we don't have a pool."

"There are public pools."

We were talking on the couch about video ideas and things the others wanted to do, trying to come up with ideas while also talking a bit about how we were doing. Patton was watching over us in the kitchen fondly, smiling at every idea and laughing at every joke, even if they weren't particularly good. Patton adjusts himself, accidentally knocking a spoon onto the floor, causing Quil and Davi to look in his direction.

"Thomas, your ghosts are hungry," Davi jokes.

My sides come around and check on me often. It's not surprising at this point and there is nothing I can really do about it anyway. However, they can be clumsy at times as well, accidentally knocking things over and bumping into furniture or walls. No problem, they usually pick whatever they knocked over up and go on their way. The problem is when people are over and they do it. At first, it freaked out my friends and made me self-conscious about it. But over time it became a light-hearted joke, so now whenever something gets knocked over or there's an 'unexplainable thump,' they say it's 'my ghosts' messing around.

"Well, they'll have to stay hungry," I smile, "I have no idea how to feed them."

"That rude, Thomas," Quil joins in, "You should always feed your guests."

I glance at Patton for a split second, "More like unruly roommates. They're lucky, they don't even pay rent."

"Technically we do, but-" Patton goes on to say before being cut off by Quil.

"Damn, must be a hard afterlife. Knock over a random guy's stuff and he doesn't even make you food."

"Would you?”

"... Depends."

Davi asks, "Hey, Thomas? Random question, but were you scared when you first moved into this house?"

I glance at Patton for help, but he just shrugs wildly at me. "Umm... No, not really. I mean, I guess it was scary at first, but after a while, you just tune out the noise."

"Yeah, that makes sense. Do you think it's actually a ghost or a demon or what?"

Oh boy, if only you knew. "Well... No, I don't think it's a ghost or a demon. I'm sure there's a solid, logical reason that all of this is happening but we just aren't seeing it. But the way I think of it is... If it was going to hurt me or wanted to hurt me, it would've done so by now, you know?"

Davi nods, "Yeah, I get it." I play off a breath of relief as just a sigh. I was making stuff up. I know for a fact it isn't a ghost, it's me. And it's not an it! It's a he! Sometimes a 'they,' but in, like, a plural way.

"Hey, I have an idea!" Quil smiles excitedly. "Let's do a ghost-hunting video!"

I feel my heart drop to my stomach as I realize what that implies. "... A ghost-hunting video?"

"Yeah! I have some equipment I could bring over, try some stuff I saw on TikTok a while ago, it could be fun! I mean, we most likely won't catch anything, but it could still make a cool video if we crack jokes and just have fun with it, you know?"

I nod along, feeling like roots and vines wrapped around my chest and squeezed tightly. "Yeah, totally!"

"Oh my god, I love watching those ghost-hunting videos!" Davi excitedly grabs Quil's arm, "Have you seen the ones that Ryan and Shane do?"

"Are you talking about their newer ones or their older ones?"

Davi and Quil continue talking about Ghostfiles and Buzzfeed unsolved while I give Patton a concerned glance. He holds onto his cardigan nervously, refusing to make eye contact with me. Finally, he sinks down guiltily. I feel bad for Patton. He didn't mean to, it was an accident. But now I may have to face a reality I don't want to face, that being 'confronting the idea that my sides are more than my sides.'

"So when do you wanna do it?" Quil turns to me and asks, catching me off guard.

Oh god, how do I answer this? Is there a good answer to this? "Umm, I don't know-"

"The soonest I'm free is a week from now," Davi chimes in, "Is that okay with you?"

"Yeah, I should be free then," Quil turns towards me, "Thomas?"

"... Yeah, that works great!" I force a smile, trying my hardest to not let them suspect anything.

"Sweet! Hey, I gotta go, but I'll text you guys about it. It will be fun!"

"Great!" Davi grabs his bag, "I'd stay longer, but Quil's my ride. I'll see you soon, alright?"

"Yeah, of course!" I walk Quil and Davi out the door, waving them off. I take deep breaths as I close the door as sit back down on my couch in defeat. After a couple of minutes of agonizing silence, Virgil pops up by the stairs. Great.

I sigh, forcing a smile, "Hey, Virgil."

"Cut it," Virgil ordered, not buying my happy exterior. I immediately drop my smile after I hear him speak. "You were hanging out with Quil and Davi and now you're anxious... Why?"

Without another word, I summon Patton. As soon as he appeared, he began rambling. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! My hand just brushed against it and it fell and I didn't know it was there! I shouldn't have even been here, I should've ducked out when I could, I-"

"Patton!" Virgil shouts over him. Patton stops, waiting for Virgil to speak. "... Tell me what happened."

Patton takes a shakey inhale before speaking, "So, I... I knocked a spoon on the floor... in front of Quil and Davi-"

"Is that it?"

"No, that's... That's not the bad part. The bad part is... Now Davi and Quil want to ghost hunt here because of me."

"What?!" Virgil shouts, along with Roman and Logan who just arrived. While Roman and Virgil sounded genuinely concerned and panicked, Logan just sounded confused.

"I'm sorry!" Patton covered his face, part in embarrassment.

"Hold on," Logan interrupted, "Why are we panicking? Why is Quil and Davi 'ghost hunting' a bad thing?"

"Because what if they detect us?" Virgil speaks up.

Logan sighs, "They won't. We aren't ghosts, we are a part of Thomas. Also, ghosts aren't real."

Roman buts in, "Yes, I get that, but... Don't you at least find it a little strange that we can touch and throw things even though we are nothing more than Thomas's thoughts and feelings?"

Virgil leans in closer, "Interact with our surroundings... Like ghosts?"

Logan holds the bridge of his nose, "Gosh, both of you are being ridiculous. Yes, it is a little... Odd that we can touch things that exist. But for us to be ghosts, we'd have to be real or human, in some sense. And as far as I'm concerned, we don't even exist outside of Thomas."

At this time, Remus and Janus have both appeared in the kitchen, listening in on our conversations. Virgil pipes up once more, "You say that, but obviously, we have to exist somewhat. We can literally interact with our environment! Meaning we are as real as the things we knock over. Also meaning, we could be ghosts."

"... Virgil, we would have to have died to be ghosts, meaning we existed before Thomas. And that just doesn't seem likely, considering we are Thomas."

"But how do we know that?!"

"Because we are Thomas! Literally! If it looks like Thomas and sounds like Thomas, it's probably Thomas."

"No, I mean how do we know that we didn't exist before Thomas?!"

"We didn't exist before Thomas, there's... There's no way we could've... Ghosts are dead, Virgil. For us to have died, we would have to have lived. And the only one here that has ever lived is Thomas."

"Maybe we did live and we don't remember it! Isn't that the cliche? That the ghost has to remember how they died to pass on? If that's the case, then it makes sense why we don't remember dying or living."

"God, Virgil, you are infuriating right now." Logan turns towards everyone else in a slow turn, looking for support, "I'm not the crazy one here, right? I'm being reasonable? Patton, Janus, anyone?!"

Janus tilts their head slightly, lost in thought, before speaking. "You know... I would try and lie about this, but I... I actually don't know the answer."

"What?" Logan says exasperatedly.

"I mean... I could give an answer, but I wouldn't be lying... I'd just be wrong, maybe."

Logan whips around towards Virgil again, "Okay, then how do you explain all of us looking like Thomas if we are separated beings from Thomas?"

"I don't know, maybe that's the only way Thomas can see us."

"So... What, you think Thomas is a medium? And what about what we represent? We know what we represent, that has to have some meaning for you, right?"

"Guys, let's calm down and take a breath, alright?" Patton tries to de-escalate, moving his hands as he speaks. "I mean, will know the answer when it happens, right?"

"Yes, but-" Logan interrupts himself. He takes a deep breath, before facing Virgil once more, "... But I want to try and ease everyone's mind before then."

Virgil sighs, "I know, I just... I'm scared to be... 'Found out', you know? I mean, as much as we pretend that all of this is normal, we all know it isn't. We know Joan or Kenny or Davi and Quil don't have their own 'sides' that they talk to daily. And I don't know how much longer we can lie to them about this."

"Virgil-"

"And what if they react badly? What if they think all of this is weird or strange, too weird for them to stick around? Or what if they think Thomas is haunted by ghosts and they freak out and run off? And what if they tell Thomas's other friends and they do the same? What then?"

The entire room has gone silent. This wasn't a new train of thought for me, being scared that my friends were going to leave, but hearing it out loud in this context made my stomach flip. Finding out about the sides really would freak them out too much, wouldn't it?

Logan places his hands on Virgil's shoulders softly, with a neutral but sympathetic look. "Everything will be fine. I promise... They may think it's weird, but it should take more than this to drive them away. "

"... And if it does drive them away?"

"Then they weren't real friends anyway. Plus," Logan removes his hands and dusts himself off, "I don't see why they should be scared. We're the ones who live with it."

"Yeah!" Roman cheers, "If they don't like it, they can suck it! We deal with us every day, and that just makes us stronger than them."

"And it's not like they have anything to fear," Patton adds on, sitting on the arm of the couch, "We aren't violent or evil or anything."

"Speak for yourself," Remus cracks his neck, the pops sending shivers down my spine.

Patton winces, "Well... Well, we've never hurt anyone."

"On purpose."

"Or severely."

"Or physically," Logan explains, "We can't touch them. We can touch things, Like spoons or counters, but not people. So even if Remus wanted to put his hands on them, he couldn't."

"If I could physically hurt people, I would've done so already. That's why you gotta... put them to sleep for me, Sanders-man."

I shoot Remus a look, "Okay, that first sentence did freak me out a bit, but... Sanders-man?"

"Like sandman. Not my best work, I admit. I'll workshop it."

Janus clears his throat to get everyone's attention, "So we're lying about this, right? If they suspect anything just deny?"

Virgil takes a harsh breath in, taking a seat on the stairs, "... As much as I hate you and that idea... It's the only one that can keep Thomas safe."

"Aw, Virgil doesn't want to admit I'm useful~"

Logan takes control of the conversation once more. "Reminder: this is all dependant on if their ghost equipment even detects us. And there's a very good chance it doesn't.

Maybe... Maybe attempting to rationalize with fear was the wrong move. Because, and don't take this the wrong way Virgil, but fear can be... A bit irrational. Why don't we try and find different ways to cope until then? Any ideas?"

To be continued…

#thomas sanders #sander sides #sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #Thomas Sanders storytime

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joeytribbiani18 · 8 months

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Tomorrow (marauders fic)

I had an urge to write an angsty marauders fic, so here it is.

Summary: Sirius visits the Potters while they're hiding from Voldemort and makes a promise to see them again tomorrow

Word count: 895

Not proof read, I literally started writing it before midnight

James Potter x Lily Potter, Sirius Black, Harry Potter, Remus Lupin (mentioned), Lord Voldemort (mentioned)

“He’s getting bigger every time I see him. It’s kinda scary. You won’t even have time to blink and he’ll be reaching his thirties and getting drunk on the weekends.”

Lily and James laughed, their eyes trained on the little boy in between them. Harry, because the attention was on him, was currently playing with his toys, paying no mind to Sirius’ burst of melancholy. He babbled something unintelligible that made the trio’s hearts swoon even more.

“How did we deserve you?” said James, nuzzling his nose into Harry’s puffy cheek. The boy giggled under the affection of his father, and his mother hugged him from his other side.

“You guys are the best people I know. You sure as hell deserved this.”

“Thank you, Sirius,” Lily smiled at him, squeezing Harry’s palm. James grinned in appreciation for his friend’s words. He was still very insecure in his new role as a father, still making mistakes, still not being the perfect dad he wanted to be, still haunted by his teenage years and some things he did that definitely didn’t make him look like a good person. He had changed since he was fifteen years old, he matured and put all grudges behind him, but it still tormented him, knowing what he was capable of even as a kid. Any word of comfort, any reassurance that he wasn’t that person, that he was in fact good, meant the world to him. He wanted nothing more than to create the best life for Lily and Harry.

“You seem really happy,” Sirius noted, looking at the Potters engaging in Harry’s play. “Even with all this shit happening outside.”

“Language, Sirius,” Lily scolded him, but her lips curled slightly, making her less threatening than she wished to appear. “Well, it’s not the perfect scenario, but we’re trying. We want Harry to have the best childhood, and how much better can it be than having both parents at home all the time.”

Sirius’s eyes bored into his hands, not being able to hold Lily’s gaze. It hurt him that he couldn’t do anything to relieve their pain, their fear, anything to change the prophecy or to keep Voldemort away. He did everything in his power, with other members of the Order, but it wasn’t enough. Becoming their Secret Keeper and hiding wasn’t enough. And he couldn’t stand it. He couldn’t stand being so helpless.

“Sirius, it’s okay, really,” Lily chimed in, seeing Sirius’s change in demeanor, “It’s not your fault. We’re scared, of course, but we won’t let it rule our lives. We’re still here, right? That has to mean something.”

Sirius met her eyes, only then noticing how teary his own became, “I’m just so scared for you guys. I wish I could do something.”

“You can’t, Pads,” James smiled sadly, “And that’s okay. You’re doing more than we could’ve asked for, risking your life for us.”

“Are you kidding me? I would jump into the fire for you all.”

“It’s a kind gesture, but I don’t think it will be necessary,” James chuckled, “Seriously, it’s okay. We won’t let him win, right? Our guys are succeeding with each day, it will be over soon. And until then, we’ll stay here. We’ll be alright.”

Sirius nodded, although he wasn’t really convinced. He wouldn’t admit it, though, so he forced a smile, and centered his attention back on Harry, who was now trying to match shapes into their cut-outs.

“You’re doing so well, little guy,” he ruffled his curly, unruly hair, something he was still doing with James. He stayed at the Potters playing with Harry, drinking tea, and reminiscing about the past with his best friends until the evening when he had to go back into his hiding place.

“Remember about tomorrow!” James shouted over Harry’s small head leaning on his shoulder, while Sirius was putting on his coat.

“How could I forget Halloween at the Potters?” he responded teasingly, “It’s like a national holiday.”

“I’m so ready to see your costume,” Lily added, leaning on James’s other shoulder, “Just please, don’t dress up as David Bowie again.”

“No, that’ll be Moony,” Sirius smiled, one of his hands on the doorknob. He looked at his friends, so young, yet so tired with everything that dawned on them. And they were still so happy, like there wasn’t a war happening outside their doorstep. They were in their little bubble of happiness, and Sirius felt as if he might cry. They deserved that kind of love they had for each other and their son the most. Sirius really meant it: he had never met people with kindest hearts that their own. They deserved the world, and yet they had almost everything taken away from them. And they were still happy.

Sirius took a mental picture of this moment, of Lily and James holding their son, smothering him with their love, a perfect image of a perfect family. He wanted it to last forever, because he didn’t know how many forevers they had left.

“Okay, I have to go now. Bye, little menace,” Sirius said, waving at Harry.

“Bye, uncle Pads,” James responded, waving back to Sirius with Harry’s little hand, “See you tomorrow.”

“Yeah… tomorrow.”

He stepped outside and apparated to his hideout, glancing at the Potters’ house one last time.

It is safe to say that tomorrow never came.

You can also read it on AO3:

I'm so sorry

#harry potter #marauders #james potter #james potter x lily evans #lily evans #lily potter #sirius black #remus lupin #lord voldemort #marauders fic #marauders fandom #marauders headcannon #marauders era #jily #jily fic #canon compliant #no fix it

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minato-division03 · 7 months

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Queen Card - Eerie… But oops, my apologies if that sounds off-putting to you, your majesty. May you pardon me to rephrase it a little; what would your majesty think for the worst nightmare that could ever happen to ‘someone’?

Reiaki - Skeleton… since you seems to be rarely scared by anything

Miku - Spell… or you already have one???

Skeleton - What never fails to send a shiver down your spine?

Reiaki laughed. “Tell you what: I’ve never really found characters in horror films scary! I’ve seen and worked in maybe upwards to a hundred horror films! But they don’t really scare me!”

“So you’re only proving their point,” Miku deadpanned.

“Noooooo!” Reiaki whined. “I think it’d be a completely different story if I actually encountered them and was being hunted down by them…” She chuckled nervously. “Well… there’s definitely something that I’ll probably never not be scared of. See, if you’ve known me for a while, you’d know that my entire social media presence…”

Queen Card gently placed her hand over Reiaki’s. “Reiaki-chan,” she said. “You needn’t say more.”

Reiaki smiled brightly. “It’s okay! It might help to talk about it some more…”

Queen Card shook her head. “It is one thing to share with me, Miku-chan, or the Yamada brothers when we are alone. It is another to share for the world to hear.”

Reiaki flipped her hand over, holding Queen Card’s hand. Miku, meanwhile, leaned over and rested her head on Reiaki’s shoulders.

“My entire social media channel was built on heartbreak. Then it began to build off of grief and horror. And so about a year and a half ago…”

Reiaki nudged her cheeks on top of Miku’s head affectionately. “I lived out a true horror story for the first time. I don’t think I’ll ever wake up from a nightmare like that. That’s what I think is something that’ll never fail to spook me.”

Spell - What kind of magical power would you like to have?

Miku side-eyed Queen Card, who did not look in her direction.

She sighed. “Well… there’s lots of different types of magic I’d like to have at my disposal.”

Reiaki squealed. “Wouldn’t it be great to have the kind of magic you see in movies, but in the real world?”

“It’d be pretty handy, I’d get to do so much less physical work than I have to do right now,” Miku replied as she fidgeted with her fingers. “Hey, um… Queen Card?”

“What is it?”

Miku sucked in a breath. “I’ve asked you once before but I want to ask again: do you believe in magic?”

Queen Card broke her stare from the wall across the room and turned her head slightly, gazing at Miku through her silver mask.

Brows relaxed, lips in a straight line as always, shoulders back and not moving, and Miku’s pleading eyes through her limited range in expression.

Queen Card returned to staring straight in front of her. “Magic is simply subjective. Those who don’t believe in it will never see it. In my case, it is the illusion of the existence of magic that I push onto my audience, for it is in my stage profession. To immerse the audience in a mere illusion I had set up.”

Through her peripheral vision, she caught sight of Miku exhaling.

“And so I guess answers your second question,” Miku said. “Everything ‘magical’ about me was just an aesthetic and immersion during my idol days. But sometimes I wonder if the world of the occult is so much bigger than we could ever dream of.”

“And that this world that we live in is just one small portion of a much bigger picture.”

Eerie - Imagine your worst nightmare scenario. What is it?

Miku and Reiaki stiffened.

“‘What would Your Majesty think for the worst nightmare that could ever happen to ‘someone’?” Miku repeated. “Why so specific?”

Reiaki’s eye twitched. “What’re you trying to say—”

“Reiaki-chan,” Queen Card said in warning.

“What?” Reiaki exclaimed. “No one ever believes us when we tell them that you only mean well. They all make you out to be the villain.

Queen Card chuckled. “You cannot blame them for how they perceive the person I’ve presented to them. And besides, it is only a question they asked. I am not offended.”

Queen Card tilted her head back, gazing at the ceiling. “There is only one true nightmare in this world that could be considered ‘the worst nightmare that could ever happen to someone’.”

“And what’s that?”

Queen Card stretched her hand out before her. “That would be the illusion we live through each and everyday.”

She closed her hand, almost clenching her fist.

“The illusion of free will.”

Thanks for the ask!

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic arb #hypmic arb #minato division #r.i.p märchen #queen card #reiaki suzubayashi #miku shirazuki #halloween #halloween 2023 #oc asks #callmepyrus

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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A little😬 personal message/love letter💌

Tw: fluff and lots of praise💕

I’ve been meaning to write this for some time but your awesome milestone seems like a perfect opportunity to congratulate you and express my gratitude! Was hesitant to call it a love letter cuz it might sound creepy😅 but I remembered WHAT we enjoy in these parts and creepy is kinda the highest praise so I’ll stick to calling it a LOVE letter! Which it IS!💜

I’ve been reading your stories for some time now, but surprisingly not as long as I thought. 🤔They’re such a big part of my day/life/heart now that I could swear I’ve been enjoying your work for a long time. But no, just a few months or so. At first I’ve been lurking around, scared to comment on/reblog the depravity of it all😝, but your talented writing sucked me in real fast and I decided to let my depraved self free. Also there was an urge to shout at you about how amazing your stories are! So let me do just that.

I love you, your stories and everything you share with us! Your writing is incredible, the characters are so vivid in my mind that I feel I could touch them/ and hell I’d love to hehe😏 The other day I was about to comment that your NW-coded Ghostface was so true to NW character with his talk and all, but stopped and thought to myself ‘wait, of course she described him perfectly, it’s HER character!!’😅 So I guess in my mind your Joels are authentic Pedro boys like Javi p, Dieter etc.

The writing process that you shared amazes me! I respect it so much! You put your soul into it and dedicate so much thought, care and time to it! Thank you!🙏

And giiiirl the range on your writing!!👏Your stories can be scary, angsty, fluffy(YES I said it) and funny! And I wanna highlight this word FUNNY! Another thing that gripped me by the “balls” in your blog is your sense of humour. I value it in people greatly. I love your subtle jokes and often cackle reading your fics and answers to asks. And last but definitely not least your smut be smutting like no one else’s. 🥵👏🙌🙌🙌

Also you created a whole ass community for your readers, and I think not only your writing but also your amazing personality is the reason why we feel so welcomed and comfortable on your blog. Thank you for this too!💜

I love fanfiction and there’re so many wonderful writers on this hellsite but you’re definitely my favourite!🥹

If you ever need any help, advice or whatever from silly little me I’ll be there for you! Sending you a hug and two hundred white roses jttJoel style😁🫂💕💕💕 love you!

And sorry for the wordiness😬

crying in the club.jpg

I've been writing Joel for less than three months and it rly does feel like so much longer that we've been interacting. Y'all are honestly a huge part of my day/life/heart, too.

It makes me so happy when people embrace themselves, depravity and all. When you embrace yourselves you embrace me and each other, too. I've never acknowledged a milestone before, but I realized it's not really about me, it's about "the community," like you said. And nothing makes me happier than people feeling welcomed and comfortable here. And what you said about the community, that's when I thermal printed this lol. 🖤

The fact that you imagine night walks as a distinct pedro boy is like the highest compliment I can imagine for a Joel. And thank you for saying that about my range 🥹 it's cool being notorious but I do enjoy variety 🖤 I def try not to take myself too seriously so I'm glad you enjoy those lighter moments and that they don't nullify the smut completely. 😅

I remember that time you were literally the only one who laughed at my silly joke, and I was like, I can always count on you, and it was a heartwarming moment lmaooo, Found it. It's true, I can count on you, and will not hesitate to take you up on it when I need advice. Thanks again for spraying the water bottle into my mouth when I was in the stepdad boxing ring with myself.

I let my SO read this and I think he "gets it" now -- that it isn't just posting depraved shit for internet strangers (he was supportive of that too, though lol). So thank you for putting it into all these beautiful words. 💖

Lots of love and an ipad and iphone to you from trouble!Joel.

🖤🖤🖤

#ask #🖤#kate

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kingsephir · 1 month

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I'm so sick of being in Japan- I hate it here. I hate being the other, I hate how most Japanese people treat me and stare at me. How they're always like wow your japanese is so good! And I supposed to say "no no no"? NO! FUCK YOU. I say "yeah, i've been studying for 16 years now"

Today I got laughed at (in a awe isnt that cute sort of way not making fun of) when I said "otsukaresama", like the rest of my coworkers. Like I do, to this guy, every FUCKING DAY? And today you wanna be like, "oh her japanese is so good! look you're saying otsukaresama" LIKE IVE BEEN DOING IT FOR THREE YEARS DUMBASS. We've had full ass conversations in Japanese!!!!

And another thing! My male coworkers can barely talk to me!!!! Makes me fucking annoyed and lonely. Like they can't even speak japanese to me normally they have that weird ass no eye contact, like i'm accosting them sort of look and i'm like BRO. I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHAT PERIOD WE HAVE CLASS IM GONNA FREAK OUT RIGHT HERE AT MY DESK IF YOU DONT SPIT IT OUT. And the aforementioned "oh look you can say otsukaresama" guy cant even speak a whole sentance to me. And it's not an english thing bc he will just drop the end of the sentance in JAPANESE TOO. HOMIE THATS WHERE THE VERB IS IDK WHAT YOURE SAYING BC YOU DONT FUCKING FINISH YOUR SENTANCES *skreech*

I'm tired of my students being scared of me/suprised. Barely being able to talk bc what? they're afraid of mistakes or something idk? But they can't hardly spit things out sometimes- even in Japanese. They just like have an error code and stare blankly. Like homie. I just want you to say my COWORKERS NAME. SHES JAPANESE AND YOUVE STUDIED WITH HER FOR 5 YEARS NOW. AGHHHHH!!!!!!!

"oh you understand kanji that's amazing!" "yeah i took chinese too" and we've had this conversation MULTIPLE TIMES BEFORE. Do you just forget everything about me the second I leave your sight?? "Wow she knows to take off her shoes!" WELL DUH.

I'm just another human being!!!! Please treat me NORMAL!!! They literally CANT!!!!!!! Like maybe a quarter of them can but like ???????????????

I want OUT OF HERE!! I wanna LEAVE THIS GODFORSAKEN ISLAND. With it's earthquakes, lack of meat at the grocery store, suprise at every single thing I do, commenting on everything I do. Like leave me ALONE.

I so hope I can go to turkey this summer bc that's the only way i feel i can survive without freaking out. I was on my LAST STRAW today. I'm going to Turkey this winter then leaving Japan next year for the US. And trying to go back to school. I'm not cut out for teaching either. I don't like it, i've never liked it. I don't want to do it anymore or ever again in this capacity. Training is ok. Teaching? Kids? NO.

I do generally like the kids but I really wish they would just spit things out rather than just like blue screening. It's not scary it's okay. 😭 Our school is so chill and nice the english teachers are so nice to the students. We make sure they know it's ok to make mistakes idk.

Dude even in Turkey- even when they know i'm foreign- even when tbey are suprised I know turkish (mostly they just take it in stride- maybe a comment at the beginning then they go with it). They treat me like one of them immediately. They're so warm and friendly. Sometimes intimidatingly so but that's better than here (for me). Their country is so full of immigrants and tourists and tbh I only go to Istanbul or a small vacation town on the Mediterranean but like. Even in Tokyo I have problems (mind you way less than here but).

AGH. Rant over- I feel a bit better now.

#preytell #praytell #sephir-spiel

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sravtheshark · 7 months

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Network Pt.2

Part 1:

Dr.Hethen first noticed the smell, even before the door was opened. He doubted he smelled any better though. Dr.Jeev opened it fully, and stepped into his lab and rushed to his desk in a desparate attempt to clean his desk before his guest. Hethen doubted there was any physicist -or scientist for that matter- whose desk wasn't a mess right now.

Hethen looked around the room, taking it all in. Random papers and chinese takout covered every inch of every surface. He picked up a family photo of Jeev and placed it carefully back on the desk. Jeev cleared out the desk and stuffed everything into the overflowing trash. "Sorry for the mess", he sheepishly aplogised. "No problem, you should see mine," Hethen responded.

For the past week, no one had left their rooms, except for the occasional bathroom breaks. Jeev had talked from scientists from over 30 different countries in the past week, each more confused and frustrated and sleep deprived than the one before. Everyone was desparate for answers.

Jeev hurried to his coffee kettle and poured two mugs and handed one to Hethen. Hethen took a sip of his and studied Jeev. His brown hair was a mess and eyes looked bloodshot with dark circles. But he could feel a glint of excitement beneath them. Hethen put down his mug, "so you had something to show me ?"

"Oh yes," Jeev exclaimed and rush to the whiteboard. "I got access to the Theta Lab SuperComputer for the past day." Hethen was surprised. Every top scientist was fighting for every supercomputer that existed for the past week. Jeev must have presented something good. Jeev excietedly picked up papers and thrust it into Hethen's hand. Hethen studied them carefully.

"... what is this ?"

"Admitedly, approximations," Jeev replied. "But I think I successfully extrapolated the entire structure."

"How ?" Hethen ruffled through the papers. The distance scales were in millions of light years. The numbers were ridiculous. And in his mind, Jeev's claim was even more dubious.

"Machine learning and neurological common sense," Jeev said. "Again, I know it's not accurate, but it's pretty much as close as we can get."

"Jeev, if this numbers are even close to being accurate... this structure, this brain... It's almost a hundred billion light years in size."

Jeev nodded. "It is."

"What sort of creature would need a brain of this size ?"

"God ?"

Hethen slapped the papers on the desk and sat down on the ground, exhausted. "God ?"

Jeev shook his head. "I don't know. This size. It's beyond our wildest imaginations. Its beyond our maths, physics, science."

"So you turned to philosophy and theism ?"

Jeev laughed and sat down beside Hethen. "Hey, a man needs answers. And nobody has anything good so far."

"Fair."

Both men sat in silence for some time, trying to make sense of everything that was happening. It all seemed so inconceivable, so much beyond them. A secret humans were never supposed to know, much less understand. It was a Lovecraft story, come to life.

"Are you gonna publish soon ?" Hethen asked.

Jeev took a sniff of himself. "I need a shower before." Hethen chuckled.

"Are you scared ?" Jeev asked suddenly.

Hethen turned to him and thought. "Scared ? Maybe. Intrigued more. Why ?"

"Cause I keep thinking... this neural network, brain, whatever you want to call it is obviously thinking. And judging by its size, it may even have a conscious."

"So ?"

"Well... if all it does is think, its not very much frightening. Awesome, yes. But not scary. But what if it acts. But what if.. it's an actual organism, creature of that size, scale and omniscience ? What are we before it ?"

"I think you read one too many of those Aristotle wannabe articles."

Jeev didn't laugh. "It could kill us all if it wanted."

"I like to think such a huge thing would rather do a hundred more things than go after a bunch of puny apes," Hethen replied.

Jeev stared straight ahead. "Somehow... thats even more terrifying."

#spooky #writing #writers on tumblr #scifi

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springatito-moved · 2 years

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Ghost of You - A short c!Dream study

this is so entirely self indulgent and just me and my agenda to give this cat some actual character development....

Characters: Dream, Sapnap(sort of.) Word Count: 1130

The cave wasn’t ideal. Sure, it was secluded. Far in a direction no one would think to go. It was a large enough section for everything he and Punz would need. At a level just right to avoid mobs appearing despite the dim lighting.

To Punz, and most people, it’s a great hideout. To Dream, it was close to torture. (Perhaps months ago he would have said it was torture. Now he minds his hyperbolics.)

The cave always became quiet just before dawn. When Punz was still out and the mobs were off wandering to deeper shadows. It was the quiet that began to make Dream twitch.

He stood hunched above the makeshift table at the head of the room. Papers of scrapped plans and books of research scattered in what was intended to be an organized mess. Dream shuffled around the papers trying to find whatever instructions for the potion Punz had been trying lately.

A chill struck the room around him and he froze. The cave wasn’t ideal. The quiet was practically mocking. But the chill always brought the worst.

“What’s on today’s agenda?”

Dream slowly turned his head and looked at the figment of Sapnap. Today’s Sapnap was different from the past weeks’ version. Before, it was the Sapnap he’d seen in Snowchester. Now, it was a 16 year old Sapnap. Dream could tell he was 16 because he had an awful attempt at a mohawk for a haircut. Fauxhawk, as George had dubbed it. He was ever so slightly shorter, far less scarred, and his eyes shone bright blue. Far brighter than the flickering amber Dream had started to see more often as the pair drifted apart.

“Nothing that concerns you,” he mumbled out. He didn’t owe the apparition a response, but it felt even weirder to just ignore the thing behind him. Not-Sapnap laughed and strode to Dream’s side, pushing against him. Dream flinched at the pressure. “You’re not real," he said in a way to convince himself rather than the spirit.

Not-Sapnap looked up at him and blinked once slowly. “Who says?”

“I say, now get away from me.”

More laughter. “I get it! You’re joking, aren’t ya? I Always forget the kinda jokes you make.”

Dream crumpled up a piece of paper and tossed it to the side. Not-Sapnap watched it roll onto the floor. “You coming up with an idea for a cool adventure?”

“No.”

“Then maybe some new fighting strats we could try?”

“No.”

“What about-” “Will you just shut up already!” Dream finally snapped out, slamming on the table.

Not-Sapnap let out a shuddering breath and nodded. He hugged himself as he spoke. “Um, yeah. I can do that. Sorry.” He stepped back a bit and started to wander the cave. His arms still held tightly against his chest as if to force himself to not touch anything.

Dream was thankful this Sapnap was the kind that actually listened to him. Now-Not-Sapnap would have spat something back at him. The two had gotten into plenty of fights before, and Dream had come to realize that fighting with the imaginary version of your former best friend was just about the least productive thing anyone could do.

After another minute or so of searching through his papers he managed to find the scribbled out attempt at explaining the potion process. At least this time Punz had left drawings to try and indicate the ingredients needed. Dream turned to go work on the brew, but stumbled back when he saw just how close Not-Sapnap had gotten.

“Do you have to stand there?”

“I like being by you,” Not-Sapnap said. His voice was quiet and squeaky. The kind of voice he used when he scraped his arm but wanted to appear tough in front of Dream. “The cave is scary.”

“It’s not that scary. All the mobs have gone deeper. It’s just me here.” Sapnap knew everything about mobs and their habits. He shouldn’t be scared of them. A twist hit Dream’s gut. He chose to ignore it.

Not-Sapnap carefully looked through the papers on the desk, as if testing the waters. His eyes caught the potion paper and he laughed, again. Dream was starting to find the sound annoying. “Is this Punz’s handwriting?”

“Yes, it is.”

“He was always so bad at this kinda stuff.” His voice sounded far away now. He grabbed a quill from the top of the desk and began to write on the back of another paper he’d found. He copied out the instructions in a much easier to follow, and read, manner. “There you are. He didn’t leave a note for what it’s called though. Or what it does.”

“That’s not something you need to worry about. It’s not your place.”

Not-Sapnap hummed. “That’s right. My place is always behind you. Sword drawn, ready to kill who you ask just because you asked?”

Dream stepped closer to the side of the desk, eyes narrowing. “You say that like it’s a bad place to be.”

“It’s not a bad place,” Not-Sapnap mused as he began to walk away from the desk, “just not a nice one. We used to always be side-by-side, you know. Back when we were young.”

“That was another life. Things are different now.” Dream reached for the empty potion bottle sitting in the top corner.

“Though, they don’t have to be, do they? Things are only different because you made yourself different.”

“You- He could have followed me.”

“But that’s just it, right? I don't want to follow you. I wanted to be your friend, not your soldier.”

A pause fell between them as Dream gripped the glass bottle between his palm.

“He’s going to kill you,” Not-Sapnap said without breaking his gaze. “He wants to kill you. To protect everyone you hate. And you know what?”

Dream lifted the bottle.

“It’ll all be your own-”

The apparition disappeared as glass shattered across the back of the cave. Dream’s vision blurred for a moment. When it came back he noticed the paper Not-Sapnap had written on was turned back to its front, untouched. The quill in the ink pot sat motionless.

Dream let out a shaky breath before grabbing Punz’s instructions, practically crumpling them in his grip. The page was still chicken scratch but he was able to process it far easier now. A new poison or something Punz had gotten the idea for.

He glanced at the collection of torches and weapons that lay in a pile in the corner. “I won’t let you be the reason I fail.”

He gathered what he needed from the chest collection and got to work. The ghosts, the guilt. The memories of childhood. Dream needed them gone. He needed Sapnap gone. If he can’t tear out his own heart, he might as well kill the closest thing to it.

#my writing #dsmp #c!dream #dsmp character study #c!dreamnap #dont tell me if this is out of character bc the point is that hes my cat now and i decide the innerworkings of his brain #also im just projecting my own hallucinations onto him #save

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