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the-slasher-files · 3 years

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Hello there! I’m back with another request. Can you write some headcanons of Michael, Jason, Bo and Bubba if their S/O was an artist? I’m an artist and I would love to see their reaction if I showed them one of my latest drawings.

Yay.. ok so I’ve got a few requests for this (from a shy s/o to a confident one) so I kind of mixed them together :) also btw I don’t write for Bubba but I will write for all the others, plus more! hope you enjoy 🔪💕

MASTERLIST

SLASHERS WITH S/O THAT LOVES TO DRAW OR IS AN ARTIST

INCLUDES JASON, MICHAEL, BO, VINCENT, and CHROMESKULL

JASON VOORHEES

First of all living where you do at the cabin there is so much inspo from deer, to the lake, to changing of the seasons.. It is honestly the best place for an artist

Jason always noticed a black notebook lying around with pens and pencils on every other surface, and you were oddly protective of the book, so he left it alone respecting your boundaries

Sitting with him in the quiet cabin Jason loved the sounds of the pencils scratching along the paper, and he loved to watch the soothing motions of your wrist going to work

Slowly he will become more and more interested in what you're doing and he needs to see. Sneakily inching himself closer to you as you work away and stretching his neck as far as he can, catching a glimpse then feeling guilty

Jason wants to respect you so much but it kills him that you’re not showing him. So when you were in the shower he quickly ran to the book and gently ran his fingers over your work, amazed at how good everything was and how you brought the nature/animals to life in the book from around the camp

Flipping a page then he is met with sketches of himself, with the mask and without, his hands, some of his wounds with the bones sticking out... it was beautiful and he couldn’t look away until you walked into the room pushing him away from the book but seeing his expression made you melt, he loved it so much and slowly brought out confidence in you, making you show him your work all the time

A few times he had brought some art supplies home from a group of teens that came along

One day he came home to canvases all over the floor and red paint splattered all over your old t-shirt Jason freaked out thinking it was blood in the dim lighting, he stepped on your canvases with muddy boots and held you up making you yelp... “Baby it’s just paint”... well now he feels foolish and upset for stepping on your art

The next night he still felt bad but you showed him what you had created from “the incident”... Bright colours framed the bootprint and brought out the muddy tones, some of the canvases had pressed flowers along the details of the print and it was so beautiful Jason immediately hung them on the wall

Just an fyi he wants to always do crafts with you lol so make sure you help him

MICHAEL MYERS

Now this guy is pretty indifferent to everything but something about your art brings out a new side in him

You can say a lot of things about Michael but you cannot say he isn’t observant, he sees everything and knows everything

Like Jason he notices your many notebooks and various art supplies around the house, but he is far more intrusive than Jason and will rip the notebook from your hands holding your neck if you protest as he flips through it

Watching his face nothing changes, he just scans the pages then throws the notebook down walking away leaving into the night

The next morning notebook, paints, pens, brushes and other supplies litter the kitchen counter... wonder who got those???

Michael loves watching you work on your art, watching your facial expressions, the way the pens run along the paper and how the paint coats the canvases.. oop you just gave him an idea

One night he came home gruesomely cover in blood a little more than extra, and Michael moves above you and the art you are working on, whoops he is dripping blood on the canvas, then smearing it, then moving his knife along it using it as a brush, I guess

You yelled at him at first but watching how he seemed to enjoy the colours mixing together and the way the blood dried was sort of.. cute

You knew Michael had a funny and creative side just by the way he walked into the bedroom one night with a sheet over himself and sunglasses on, and the way he leaves marks on your body in a certain pattern or framing his favourite features of you. Michael’s art was his kill you realized

He really loves your pieces, even though he would never say so and Michael’s favourites were the sketches of himself you did and he would paint blood along them

You weren’t gonna lie it made the portraits more interesting and honestly beautiful, they quickly became your favourites as well

I’m sorry but my horny self just wants to see Michael in an all-black suit at an art gallery admiring the masked portrait of himself covered in blood... sorry but it’s hot lol

BO SINCLAIR

So Bo is not really observant so it might take him a while to notice the art supplies around the house but even then he thinks it’s just Vincent’s

You will probably have to do just do the art in front of him before he gets that its your art supplies.. man sucks lol

Bo really enjoys your company when he is in the shop, you just sitting there working away in your notebook and him under the hood of his truck

He doesn’t necessarily push to see what you’re drawing but Bo teases, the harder you hide it the harder he teases... “what ya got in there sex drawings?” “Fuck darlin’ let me be your model”

If you don’t want him to see what you’re doing never leave your notebook behind because the man is a snoop in every sense of the word

Bo 100% supports your art even though he isn’t very interested in it and doesn’t really get it, if it makes you happy he will steal supplies from his twin and if victims have notebooks or pens he will bring them to you immediately

On a day where you decided to spend the day at the shop, sitting on your chair sketching away while Bo was organizing his tools, he kept catching your glances and smirked “Baby, you need somethin?” he would ask smugly.

“Nope” a simple answer not stroking his ego “gonna grab a beer from downstairs you want one?” Bo nods as you make your way to the mini-fridge. Quickly the man strides over to the notebook, opening the page where you had placed your pencil. He knew it, sketches of himself, it makes his ego skyrocket.

“BO!!” pushing him away and he grabs the book holding it just out of your reach smirking “Momma always said I’d be a good model” “Don’t flatter yourself Sinclair, you’re the only man around for miles that doesn’t wear a mask or look like a trash man” you laughed as him smirk fell... run

He honestly loves your art even though Bo gives you a hard time... His favourite thing is falling asleep to the pencil sounds against the paper when you’re laying in bed together

VINCENT SINCLAIR

SAAAAAAME... lol

The man notices right away that he begins to lose his an unused notebook and some of his best art pencils

It made you very nervous to show Vincent what you sketched and painted since he was just so good at art in every way. It was unfair

His favorite thing to do with you is make little sculptures from wax or clay, he could tell you were very creative and good at what you made, and he would always be super supportive

Vincent’s praise and support made you more comfortable with doing your art around him and even showing him. The man loves it and loves all of it

Different from his brother, Vinny respects you a lot and is fine with not looking in your notebook until you’re ready to show him. He hates when people see his unfinished work and flip through his notebooks as well

The good thing about dating him is Vincent’s art stuff is now yours

Also he is a very good teacher, somehow though he cannot talk, Vinny never makes you feel bad about your art and if you need help he is more than happy to support

Art date nights!! Getting the idea from your phone, you lit all the candles and brought down all the paint you could along with the large unused canvases you had found. When Vincent strolls downstairs his eyes go wide, seeing you in just your bra and underwear “I’m ready for art class Vin” you giggle

When he finds your paintings or sketches of himself without his mask Vincent’s heart melts, finding someone like you to love him, let alone see his destroyed features as art kills him

CHROMESKULL

Jesse is a very watchful human, even when he isn’t at home the guy has cameras literally everywhere

When he was gone on a "business trip" you had all the free time in the world, plus you had picked up some new art supplies, so why not work a large piece when Jesse isn't around to distract you... When you had worked on for a few hours you got a text 'How's the painting coming along?' And that's when you realized cameras are everywhere!

If you are a shy person with your art he basically doesn’t allow you to be, he’s a pushy spoiled man but he is also very supportive and it makes you more confident in showing him

Jesse honestly loves art and has many expensive paintings in his large home, so when he sees your art you better believe he will have Preston frame the art and put it on the walls, with special art gallery lights really making it look perfect

If you need any and I mean any art supplies no matter how expensive Jesse supports it *hands you his gold credit card*

"Oh.. renovations? To the already perfect mansion?" "Yup.. it's your new art studio"

Art, wine and cheese nights... the perfect date

Feeling uninspired? alright time to change the scenery, let’s go to a tropical destination or a wintery cabin. The man wants to spoil you and put your passion at the top of his priority list, plus he just wants a vacation and see you in your swimwear

It doesn't matter if you're shy about your art or confident Jesse will say he is taking you to an event, get you all dolled up and take you to an art gallery event that is just your art... surprise! Dumb rich bastard loves your work and flaunts it to everyone he can

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ollforty · 3 years

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𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 || 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨

𝗦𝗮𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝗚𝗼𝗷𝗼 𝘅 𝗚𝗡 Shaman 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

Synopsis - Satoru is your home, and boy does he have a surprise for you after a mission. Word Count - 1,827 Genre - Fluff Warnings - Language, just Gojo being Gojo.

For most, home was a building. Sometimes where your family lived, or maybe just by yourself with a pet to accompany you after a hard day at work. That was for most though. You didn’t have much of a family. You were an only child, your parents were killed by curses at a young age, and any other family you did had casted you aside because they blamed you for their death.

You were lonely after that, that was until you met the spunky Satoru Gojo in your first year at Jujutsu Tech. He was the one who recruited you, telling you about everything and even bringing you to meet the principal. You were accepted and then attended Jujutsu Tech with Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, and Shoko Ieiri.

You and Gojo were opposites all throughout highschool. He was flamboyant and full of himself, never respecting his seniors and sometimes even making a fool of himself. You were quiet and shy and tended to work by yourself, as you were extremely self reserved.

You guys had bonded closely though, and since then, Satoru Gojo was your home.

Now you were both 28 and teachers at Jujutsu Tech. You two were both special grade shamans, and went on missions together sometimes. Not to mention you had been dating for years now. Usually you opted to stay back to handle the first years while he was gone, but sometimes left it up to your fellow friend Kento Nanami if you decided to accompany him.

Satoru was currently gone on a mission, so you decided to take Itadori on a walk with you. Him being alive was still being hidden, but you knew him and Satoru were plotting a huge reveal. “Hey L/n Sensei?” Itadori asked while you walked the busy streets of Tokyo.

“Yes, Itadori?” you responded.

“Excuse me if I’m overstepping my boundaries, but how did you and Gojo-Sensei get together? You guys seem so different, but work so well together somehow.” he said. “Hm, well… We met when we were your age. He brought me to Jujutsu Tech and we went to school together.” you said. “Woah! Really?” he asked. “Yes really.” you chuckled. “Did you know Nanami, too?” “Yup, he was a year below us.” “That’s cool!” he said. “I suppose,” you said, “how about we stop and get some sushi as a reward for how hard you’ve been working?” you asked.

“That would be awesome!” he exclaimed “When we get there, can you tell me more?” “Whatever floats your boat kid.” you shrugged.

You both walked together, soon entering the nearest sushi place. Once you got the food you both had ordered (more like made itadori order), you paid the man at the register and sat down. You sat down facing away from the door of the small establishment.

“Wow! Thank you Sensei.” he smiled, digging into his sushi happily.

“You owe me, kid.” you winked jokingly. He stopped eating and stared at you. “I thought this was to celebrate. Plus, I ordered for you!” he frowned. “Was it?” you asked. “Don’t do that!” he exclaimed, sighing of relief when he saw your grin.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” you laughed, grabbing your chopsticks and starting to eat as well.

“Who knew you, a teacher, can’t even order for yourself.”

“Shut up asshole, I paid for it.” you giggled. “You’re so mean.” he frowned.

“Awh come on, I was just joking with ya kid.” You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you grabbed it out, seeing that Satoru was calling.

“Hello?” you said, Itadori giving you a ‘who is it look’. You held your finger up as a way to say hold on.

“Hey. I’m dying. Just wanted to let you know.” he said in a monotone voice. “wHAT?” you whisper shouted. Itadori gave you a weird look and you glared at him.

“Just kidding, did I get you?” he asked.

“What the fuck, Satoru.” you said. “Goodbye.” “Wai-” You hung up on him and cut him off. “Was that Gojo-Sensei?” he asked.

“Yes.” you said, continuing eating.

“What did he say?” he asked . “Something that made me want to punch him.” you mumbled through the bite you had just taken. Your phone started ringing again. You picked it up and stared at the screen, eventually accepting it. “What?” you groaned.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” he apologized.

“Not funny, Satoru.” you said. He knew you were always anxious about him dying, despite his power, it was a major fear you had.

“I know, I apologize.” he said.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you said, “now what do you want?”

“I wanted to check in on my lovely significant other! So, whatcha doin’?” he asked.

“I took Itadori out for some sushi.” you said. “Where?” he asked. “In Tokyo, where else?”

“Fair point.” he said.

“Are you doing anything interesting?” you asked, taking another bite of your sushi.

“Nah, not really. Just doing some sightseeing.” he said. “Aren’t you supposed to be on a mission?” you asked. “I am.” “Then why are you ‘sightseeing’?”

“Because I wanted to. And I already exorcised two of the three curses that i was sent to exorcise so…” “Whatever suits you then” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“I’m gonna go refill my drink.” Itadori said softly. You nodded and he got up and walked away.

“How’s my boy Itadori doing?” he asked.

“Good.” “How’s the sushi?” “Good.” “C’mon,” he whined, “don’t just say ‘good’, say something else!”

You were tempted to say good again, but you didn’t. Instead, you just sat in silence and continued eating your sushi. Itadori came back and sat down, quickly devouring what was left of his sushi.

“HeLlO? Are you theRE?” he asked.

“Yes.” you said.

“You’re boring..” he groaned.

“You’re the one who called me.” you reminded him. “Whatever. I’ll be home the day after tomorrow. See you then!” he said. “Bye Satoru.” you said.

“Hey…” he pouted. “What?” you asked. “You didn’t say it.” he sniffled.

“I love you, you big goof.” you said.

“I love you moreee.” he said.

“Yeah.” you said. You hung up before he could say anything else and set your phone back down on the table.

“What was that all about?” Itadori asked.

“Satoru is planning something,” you sighed, “like always.”

“What do you think he’s-” his phone went off. “Oh.”

“Huh?”

“Fushiguro texted me.” he said.

“Oh, okay cool.”

“You were a slow eater compared to Itadori, who was already finished. You slid some money over to him and nodded.

“Get some more, I know you’re still hungry. You’re under my supervision, so it's up to me to make sure you’re properly fed.”

“Woah, really? You’re the best!” he exclaimed, hopping out of his seat to get more food.

Once he came back, you both ate what you had. Itadori looked up at you and his face kinda looked red.

“You good?” you asked.

“Y-yeah..” he looked down.

“Okay then…” you chuckled at how awkward he was being.

“When are you and Gojo-Sensei going to get married?” he asked randomly. You laughed a little bit.

“Who would want to marry me?” you asked, only half joking.

“Me.” a voice behind you said. You turned around in your seat to see Satoru on one knee behind you, holding a sparkling engagement ring in a black velvet box. You choked when you saw him.

“Get it Gojo-Sensei!” Itadori cheered. “So… Y/n, will you marry me?”

Your face turned red and you just about started crying.

“Y-yes.” you said. He didn’t hesitate to put the ring on your finger and sweep you up, kissing you softly.

“I missed you.” he grinned.

“I missed you too, but everyone is staring at us.” you whispered. You were trying not to cry tears of joy in front of everyone, this was the best moment of your life so far, and you were glad to be able to share it with others, but you did not like being the center of attention.

“Congratulations!” someone cheered. Everyone started clapping for you and your face burned with embarrassment.

“Yeah Gojo-Sensei! Woohoo!” Itadori shouted.

“I hate it here.” you groaned. Satoru gave you a quick forehead kiss.

“Nah, you love me,” he said cheekily. “Now come on kid, lets go.”

Satoru carried you outside and Itadori followed close behind after throwing the trash away from your guys meal.

“Itadori, grab my hand.” he said. Once Itadori did, the three of you were warped back to where Itadori had been staying.

“I’m going to take Y/n home, I’ll check back in with you later, okay?” Satoru said.

“Yes sir.” Itadori bowed. You chuckled at his actions. You held onto Satoru’s arm and he warped you back to your house.

“How was your day?” he asked, smiling like a kid in a candy shop.

“It was wonderful.” you said, kissing his cheek.

“I can’t believe I’m marrying the love of my life.” he let out a happy sigh.

“Wish I could say the same.” “What?!” he gasped.

“I’m just kidding,” you snickered, “that’s what you get for earlier.”

“Hm..” he said, “c’mere.”

He dragged you to your shared bedroom and you hopped on the bed. He laid down next to you on his back.

“Can’t we just check on Itadori together tomorrow? I don’t want you to leave…”

“Aww, of course babe.” he said, giving you a quick kiss. He took out his phone and texted Itadori that he would visit tomorrow instead of later tonight.

“Why don’t we watch some movies?” he suggested.

“Sounds nice.” you yawned. He turned the tv in your guys room on as you closely cuddled up to him.

“What would you like to watch? He asked.

“Whatever you want.” you smiled. He put a movie on and he hugged you tightly, showering you with kisses as he paid attention to the movie.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly, “I just love you so much.”

“I love you more.” you smiled, kissing his nose.

“Impossible.” he said

“Oh, it is indeed very possible,” you smiled, “and bye the way, did Itadori know about your little plan?” “I told him I was coming, I texted him after talking to you on the phone.” “That bastard… he lied to me!” you exclaimed.

“Huh?” “He said Fushiguro texted him. That little-” “He can’t just ruin my surprise!” he chuckled.

“You’re such an asshole.” you whined.

“The asshole that you’re marrying,” he said, “that you chose to marry.”

“You’re lucky I love you as much as I do.” you said, laying your head on his chest. He gently ran his hands through your hair.

“Yeah, I really am lucky.” he whispered.

“As am I.” you smiled, holding the hand that wasn’t being used to run through your hair.

Satoru Gojo had been your home for years, now he’d be your home for as long as you both live. Just like you both wanted since high school.

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)

-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.

-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.

-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??

-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)

-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.

-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.

-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)

-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(

-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.

-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)

-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...

-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know

-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.

-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)

-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.

-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights

-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.

-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu

-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.

-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.

-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...

-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.

-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??

-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???

-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.

-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3

-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!

-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(

-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!

-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳‍🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.

-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #me on the first post:#its not a liveblog!#me this time: it kinda is. but not in the same format as my tmm one #i like doing one post for a handful of eps bc it saves time #and crowds my blog less #and also i just like talking abt what im watching lol #dp thoughts

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angel-n-soul · 4 years

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The ANS Members' Official Statement

Hello, this is ANS's Lina, J, Royeon, Dalyn, Raon, Bian, and Dami. All of the members aside from Haena. First of all, we apologize for the recent media reports that have raises concerns to the fans who love us. Fans may misunderstand or worry, so we're here to explain the situation we are in right now.

Firstly, all of the members except Haena have notified our legal representatives of the termination of our exclusive contract with our company on August 11th. We believe that the company and agency problems are related to Haena's and it is our duty to explain our truths to our fans, we're ashamed to tell you how it happened.

Our agency, ANS Entertainment, has retired almost all of its staff twice in the months of March and April, leaving us without staff or managers.

On June 14th, the office space was closed and our dorm was moved from Sinsa-dong to Gimpo, and we haven't even had practice since then. Since there are no staff or employees to work with scheduling or managing the online fanclub, we have to do our own staffing. Members have to travel by taxi since there is no staff to provide us with transportation.

As fans know, we had a fanmeeting on June 20th, so we made many big and small mistakes. The fanmeeting would have been a huge mess if it weren't for the retired employee who willingly came with us that day.

To add to that, we haven't been able to have dance or vocal lessons. All we had was 10,000 won per day per member for meals, but it wasn't paid on weekends either.

In fact, we didn't have support managers with us, and we asked our company if we could take dance lessons, but they didn't allow us since we didn't have any money.

It was too much to understand the company's difficulties during the recent Coronavirus, and we couldn't waste our time thinking about the fans waiting for us.

So we sent a letter to the company of July 22nd through our legal representatives, to increase the amount of managers, set up an office, a practice room, and for us to be able to take dance lessons, and take responsible measures within 14 days. Instead of taking responsibility, the company called one of the member's mothers saying the company was not at fault.

They used abusive language such as "We're making a list of members to remove so we can take only the best of ANS. The others are made of trash that can't do anything. They can't do anything because they're sitting home depressed." We couldn't handle it anymore so we terminated our contract on August 11th.

That's where Haena's problems came from. Coincidentally, right after we sent the letter to the company, that's when they started talking about Haena's problems and asked us to visit her at the hospital and the same article that was posted on Haena's instagram was reported in the media right after we sent a termination notice to our company.

In fact, we didn't even have a bad relationship with Haena.

Haena joined in December of 2019, and as the youngest, a sophomore in high school at the time, she had to go to school. And since the company had a lot of difficulties this year, we had less opportunities to work couldn't spend as much time together.

Haena couldn't go to school since she got tested for Coronavirus and her job is probably all we talked about with her.

Haena was tested on May 29th since we heard a confirmed carrier used the same PC room she went to, and fortunately, Haena tested negative and ordered another 3 days of self isolation by the health center.

By the way, we had no employees, so we had to process the school documents. We called Haena's homeroom teacher on June 8th and found that Haena was not present without notice even after the 3 days of isolation.

Haena's homeroom teacher knew that Haena was often absent due to work, and even the day she took a photo of her school diploma, she couldn't attend due to a company schedule even though there was no schedule that day.

So we called her to a cafe that day to talk about what happened with the teacher, and she didn't give us any exact answer and just said it was personal.

In response, we asked the members to never lie and talk to each other if there are any reasons, but we never cursed or scolded each other. In fact, this is the kind of management the company should do, but because the company didn't do anything, we had to manage Haena's school life.

The next day, Haena contacted one of the members and she wanted to discuss future activities with her parents due to mental problems. We respected Haena's opinion and asked her to let us know after talking to the company, but Haena did not respond to us.

On June 12th, she sent a message to two members saying "I'm sorry, I'm too tired mentally. I'll call you when I get better." That was Haena's last call.

Haena didn't attend the fanmeeting on June 20th, and we had a hard time changing the choreography.

After we sent our letter to the company, they told us to go to the hospital, saying that as if she went to the hospital because of us. We were scared that we couldn't contact Haena directly, but fortunately Haena returned home that same day without any problems.

Haena must've had a hard time mentally as ANS's future became uncertain due to the agency's problems, and she must've had financial difficulties since she didn't receive any financial support. We didn't have any bad feelings toward Haena then or now, and if she accepts our call, we would like to meet up with her to resolve any misunderstandings if there was any harm.

However, due to the problem we are unfortunately facing regarding our contract termination and the fact the company said such bad things about us earlier, we wonder if the company is using the problem to harm our contracts.

We've received so much love from you fans. We're so sorry that we caused you so much concern. We had no choice but to terminate our contracts with our agency, and no one knows what will happen in the future, and we feel like we're being left up in the air.

We may continue our entertainment activities, and we may work as a team. Please understand our situation that we had to terminate our contracts. If we're ever given another chance, we promise to see you again in better shape. Thank you for all this time.

-August 20th, 2020, ANS's Lina, J, Royeon, Dalyn, Raon, Bian, Dami

*This was initially posted on their official fancafe, but everything was deleted soon after.

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alchemist-shizun · 5 years

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To tend thee is my care

ACT I

ACT II - Read on Ao3!

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Word count: 13,679

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(Please tell me if you want to be added too for Act II!)

Characters: Virgil, Nonbinary!Roman

Summary: You’ve heard of enemies to lovers now get ready for acquaintances to friends to now we’re fighting because I’m scared of your rejection so I’m pretending it’s your fault when it clearly is mine to friends again, even though you’re an idiot, but I still love you to lovers.

Roman and Virgil are both part of the theater group of their school, Roman is one of the actors, while Virgil is the head of the stage design group. Despite being in the same year and having lessons in the same building, they hadn’t really ever talked to each other, but everything was about to change when the teachers, heads of the whole theater group, announced that they were going to challenge themselves by presenting one of Euipides’ last plays: The Bacchantes. Follow our two main characters helping each other out as one is forced to learn how to act in a matter of months and the other goes through a journey of self-discovery as he studies his role.

Pairing(s): Prinxiety (I’m unpredictable)

Warning(s): Mild swearing, Death mention (mostly when talking about the tragedy), Blood mention (once), Negative thinking, Implied toxic parenting (once), [Me projecting heavily onto Virgil (also Ro at some point)]

A/n: I’ve been writing this for months and I can’t explain how proud I am to show you guys this! Before you start reading, I want to inform you that the school system I write about here is not the American one since I know little to nothing about it. Instead I’ll be using the one of my country for reasons of simplicity. (All names I use here are invented, so you can place the events wherever you’d like.) I thought about doing a long for this plot but I chose to write a one shot instead, since it’s pretty long I decided to divide it into two acts, the second one is coming very soon. I studied and read the whole play translated in my original language, that’s where the inspiration for my au came from. All the English translations I used for the play are from here, here and here. The song mentioned is So Contagious by Acceptance. That being said, hope you enjoy!

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What now?

It was during an October’s Tuesday that Virgil had started panicking due to school stress.

It wasn’t like his teachers hadn’t been pressuring his class ever since they entered their first fifth year lesson: partly because of the final exams, the rest of the time they asked about their university choices.

This year’s archaeological excavation, an experience reserved only to the students of his course, was also placed exactly in those three weeks of October were the theater group had started.

Tuesday in October for Virgil meant lessons until half past midday, research for the upcoming excavation exhibition until two p.m., theater club for an hour, then back to doing research with one of his teachers and half of his classmates until 17:00.

In all honesty, he wouldn’t have minded being buried alive when they’d have to cover back up the site.

Virgil had tried convincing himself that it wasn’t really that hard, besides the club had just started and the first few days were mostly focused on helping the first years settle, be comfortable with the teachers and also test out their abilities. And this one was only the second meeting.

But, of course, his day had to get worse. Life was trying him, and boy, did he hate sudden drastic changes.

It was when he noticed all the odd attention he was getting by the teachers that he realized something was definitely going to go wrong.

Everyone took a seat on the wooden bleachers of the old gym, they were basically attached to the pavement and the obnoxious yellow-painted walls of the large room. A quick glance around and you had the feeling that everything was going to collapse at any moment.

Virgil saw some familiar faces, some new ones, but he definitely couldn’t forget about the regulars: his beloved stage deseign group, which were a bunch of students that the teacher trusted him enough to take care of and teach them what they had to do during shows and how to prepare the stage. And next to them some actors from the last three years, Dave, Bonnie, Lukas and Roman.

He and Roman were the only ones brave enough to stick around even during the toughest year of that hellhole, so everyone silently respected them. And just as much as Virgil helped the newcomers in his group, Roman was happy to lend a hand in acting along side the most talented fourth and third years above mentioned.

« Well hello and welcome back here, guys! » Mrs. Michaelis had started, clasping her hands together, she was an English grammar and literature teacher.

After making sure everybody had arrived, they explained that since the week after they were going to see the first years’ “auditions” as they liked to call them, but they were really simply methods to check how promising someone could be at acting.

« I know this may sound shocking, we still can’t believe it- »

« Mostly because normally it takes us a couple of months before choosing a script. » Mrs. Eagan, an ancient Greek and Latin teacher, had interrupted, causing multiple chuckles from the students.

« … As I was saying, yes. We already know the play that we’ll be covering this year, we also have scripts ready for almost everybody. But there’s some news! »

« This year we decided to sign up our group and participate to some kind of challenge! » murmurs began to fill the room, as uneasiness set in Virgil’s stomach. Why make things harder for everybody? Wasn’t it just as good doing a simple show one night and one morning?

« Some, let’s say, “judges” are going to attend our play and afterwards, if they’re satisfied enough, they will let us take our production to the biggest local theater! »

The murmurs transformed into gasps, that theater was placed in the city of their province, getting an invitation was a huge challenge.

« And our play is going to be … » Mrs. Eagan’s eyes met Virgil’s and fixated on them. That’s when he began overthinking. Why was she looking directly at him? That never meant good news. « … Euripides’ tragedy, The Bacchantes. »

Oh.

Oh, fuck.

Only his eyes widened among the confused looks of most of the students. He had studied that play, along side many other ones, in his fourth year. He did truly love them, but damn him if they weren’t already a challenge to portray.

« That’s right Virgil, you know it. » why was also the English teacher giving him his attention? What were they planning, did he have to explain the play to everybody?

All the students turned to face him, some quietly asking what was the plot, some fourth years of his same course demanded to know if it was a difficult topic.

« Easy now, everybody, he’s already been tested last year by Mr. Richardson. » one of the teachers interrupted, walking closer to the spot where Virgil sat, for some reason he had found himself next to the “talented actors group”.

They explained the plot for everybody after that.

« We know it might be real tough, so this year we already agreed on the roles beforehand. Don’t worry, if you didn’t get your time to shine this year, in the next ones you totally will. »

Wait, he wasn’t part of the actors group, why did this have anything to do with him? Why were they still staring at him?

To his relief, the teachers addressed the newcomers first. « We were thinking about giving the role of the chorus to the first and second years, they have long bits, but we can split them instead of making you all recite them, so that you don’t feel too burdened and the role becomes easy for all of you. »

« The roles of the messengers will be given to our third years, messengers are used to explain everything that happens that does not happen on scene. One of the rules for tragedies was that the scene had to take place in the same time and place. Also, they didn’t show blood and/or murders/suicides on scene. They were all narrated. »

« As for our three fourth years. » they looked over Virgil’s shoulder to Dave, Lukas and Bonnie. « Your roles will be Cadmus, Tiresias and Agave. They play a very important part in the whole story, we trust you’ll do a great job. »

« As for our main characters, Pentheus and Dionysus … » they set their eyes on Roman, who looked more expectant than ever.

But then they also shifted their glances to Virgil.

« We were thinking our only fifth years could have their roles as a good way of saying goodbye to them, since this will be their last play. » everybody else was nodding in agreement, Roman was beaming but slightly confused. Wasn’t Virgil part of the stage design group?

In fact, our little emo kid could only look back in disbelief.

« Roman, Virgil, would you like to become a king and a god, respectively? »

What now?

As the beloved actor was about to answer, Virgil interrupted with a shy apology. « I’m sorry, but there must be a mistake, I’m not part of the actors group, I’ve never acted in the past four years, actually. »

« We know Virgil, but we really thought it might be such a nice way of thanking you guys for your contributions all these years. »

Oh yes, you’re right, putting me in a stress condition by making me do something I have no idea about for a big project that could take us to one of the largest theaters of the country is definitely the best choice you could have made.

All he was able to say was a stuttering noise, as they continued with their little speech. « And Roman is such a good actor, he’s going to help you for sure, aren’t you? »

The mentioned boy nodded vigorously, then proceeded to show one of his brightest smiles. « I always come to the rescue of my fellow actors in need. »

Yeah. Amazing. He was stuck with their decision.

« Besides you already probably know each other pretty well by now, so it won’t be a problem! »

The two students looked at each other. The recognizable expressions of two teens that, despite being in the same year and club, had never said a single word to each other apart from when needed during rehearsals.

« … Right. »

« But what about my group then? » Virgil questioned, he was definitely not going to leave them behind just like that.

« You don’t have to worry about them. This year your History of Art teacher will be lending a hand with the stage and volunteered to be the head of the group. »

Right. Mr. Williams, one of the only teachers that were pretty tolerable in his class.

« And look at them. » he did so, and he was met with happy smiles and encouraging faces. « I’m sure they’ll do a good job after four years with you by their side. Right, Anastasia? »

Anastasia was one of the oldest of the bunch, if not one of the wisest and most skilled, sometimes they wondered if she could just do anything that crossed her mind. « You got it! » she leaned in as if to get closer to the older boy. « We’ll be cheering for you Virge! » she concluded, followed by a couple of “Yeah!“s.

Everybody was so joyful and expectant that he couldn’t help but comply, so he decided to simply sigh and reply with nothing.

As the teachers continued with their topics for the meeting, Virgil couldn’t help but have a single thought in his mind.

This is going to be the most awkward thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.

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As soon as the meeting came to an end, Virgil was fast to get up and rush towards the dungeon’s stairs that would lead again to the surface. Basically there were two buildings, the school and the gym, linked by a little dungeon were there were all the labs and computer rooms.

He had to get back to the library as soon as he could, or god knows what “you’re late” speech his teacher would have given him. He was always literally on the verge of marking his students as absent if they didn’t show up to the lesson in the exact minute before the bell rang.

Virgil decided to panic about the dumpster fire that had come his way during the meeting after that. One issue at a time. First of all, he had to reach the stairs’ gate and push-

« Hey! Wait for me. »

God, he didn’t have time for this. He kept walking, ignoring the voice behind him and hoping for it to give up and leave him to his well-deserved peace and quiet. At least for three minutes.

As he walked, he found none but Roman himself matching his pace and walking by his side with a curious look. Who could blame him for wanting to be nice?

« You forgot your stuff in your classroom too? » he tried, not a brilliant starter for a conversation, but he had to get something out of the boy.

« No. » cut and dry, that was the only thing that Virgil dared to let escape his mouth.

« Where to, then? »

« The library. »

« Oh, are you waiting for a bus? Maybe I could keep you company. »

« Listen. » they made to a stop as they reached the last floor, not that far off from Virgil’s destination. « Today’s already been as stressful as it is, could you just … go straight to the point? I don’t have much time here. »

It was not like he had meant to sound rude, it wasn’t like it was his purpose either to brush off someone just like that or to see the other boy’s hurt expression. But he had reached a limit in which he didn’t really care-

« Oh, my apologies, then. »

And there was the guilt.

« I was just wondering if we could exchange numbers, if it isn’t uncomfortable for you. I guess we’ll need to hang out in the future. » he tried to sound as confident as he could, but it was as if “awkward” was scribbled all over his face.

« Sure, are you asking me on a date next? » with all the sarcasm injected in his words, he sure as hell wasn’t expecting Roman’s remark.

« Well, if you wouldn’t mind. » a sly smile made its way through the actor’s face, but was soon replaced by a troubled expression when he saw Virgil’s eye roll and sigh.

« Was I … was I too straightforward? I didn’t- »

« You’re fine, calm down. » Virgil quickly took out his phone and unlocked it before passing it to the other student. As he quietly typed after a murmured “alright”, Virgil couldn’t help but wonder if he had ever upset anyone with his bold statements. It wasn’t like this town was open minded, while he seemed … particularly flamboyant.

Before he could finish his thoughts, he had his phone back in his hands and the not-so-much-stranger-anymore was already heading towards his classroom to get his backpack.

« I sent myself a message. » he warned, then he disappeared and reappeared in a matter of seconds, marched down the hall and flashed him a toothy smile while waving his hand.

« Don’t be a stranger, I’ll see you tomorrow! »

Virgil only nodded and found it impossible to take his eyes off of him until the last lock of hair had vanished down the stairs, wondering what had just happened. Maybe that was the magic that worked on his public every year.

He gave a rapid look at the screen of his phone, noticing that the boy had saved himself as “Princey” with a star emoji right next to it.

This time, he entered the library with an amused expression.

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Roman kept repeating in his mind that it wasn’t his fault.

Yes, it was Firday. Yes, he had gone the rest of the days without a single word to Virgil, not even when he noticed him in the halls during break or when they either entered or left school. Some days he didn’t even see him.

Yes, he could have texted him. But it felt too weird, yet, they didn’t know each other at all! Plus they didn’t even have the script ready.

Yes, he felt like he had the weight of this play’s success completely on his shoulders and depending on him and still shied away from acknowledging it.

But Virgil kept avoiding him! He couldn’t do much without him.

If he saw him during the ten minutes break, Virgil would walk past him without a second thought as if he didn’t think he needed to talk to him.

Some other times he pretended he didn’t even see him. It was getting tough to even have his attention anymore, as if he had to be added to the mean girls table. He needed a miracle.

And maybe the deities were in his favor that day.

As Roman walked down the path that was made next to the plaza, he noticed a familiar little figure sitting on a bench with a backpack next to him and earbuds in his ears. He was watching in front of him as life flew by and didn’t notice Roman approaching at all.

« Virgil? »

The boy in front of him jerked his head up and took out both of his earbuds; his clothes looked much more worn and randomly put together, as if he had dressed himself in the dark. What got Roman the most was the quantity of dirt that was on them and … was that blood under some of his nails?

Roman dropped his bag on the bench, worry expanding in his chest. « Oh my goodness are you okay? » he made to reach for his hand, only to stop himself just in time to remind him of personal space.

Virgil gave him a confused look and brought his fingers to his eyes, close enough to examine them. « Not again. » he groaned, a huff coming out of his lips.

« Wait, I should have something. »

« You don’t have to, it’s noth- »

« Here! » Roman grabbed a box from his bag triumphantly, he took a couple of plasters and waved them in front of the other.

« Why do you even have so many? »

« What can I say, I’m a clumsy person. »

« Mh. Charming. »

« At least I rescued you! Now, show me your hands. » he ordered, but as soon as he saw Virgil’s mouth open to argue, he was ready to remark « I don’t care if you can do this by yourself, you have literally injured fingers, let me help. »

Seeing that there was no other way out of it, he complied.

As soon as he placed his hands over his fingers, Roman couldn’t help but notice how different their skin tones really were compared to one another, sure the difference was obvious at first glance, but seeing it this close was completely something else. He gently dabbed the fresh blood away with a tissue he had taken out with the box a few instants earlier.

Three plasters and a thank you later, the concerned face came back again and Virgil wanted nothing more than the sweet liberation of death. What was his deal, did he never dig on dirt as a child?

« How did you get hurt? »

Virgil simply pointed behind his shoulders, where Roman could only see a huge pile of dirt resting against a tree. He tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy, a sight the other would have found endearing if only he wasn’t so exasperated and tired.

« I’ve been working all day, Princey. »

Roman smiled at the familiar nickname, but still found confusion in his thoughts. « Aren’t you supposed to be at school? »

« It’s linked to school. Haven’t you heard of the excavations that our school is doing? »

Now that he mentioned that, he had heard a bunch of things, but never really paid attention since it was something that wasn’t related to his course.

Roman attended the Languages course, in which he could learn Spanish and French, other than his mother language, with literature comprehended, and all the experiences linked to it were the cultural exchanges during the third and fourth years.

Virgil, otherwise, was part of the Classical course, meaning that he had signed his death certificate by committing to five years of learning ancient Greek and Latin plus the respective literature as main subjects. But other than that and the famous one week school trip to Greece every three years, Roman had no clue what they did other than study until they couldn’t remember their own names, just like any other student.

Yeah, they couldn’t say their school system was perfect.

« I don’t exactly know every detail. Are you guys doing this? »

« Kind of. What we’re doing is carry on with the work we did the past two years, where we had opened other excavations. Let’s say we’re looking for clues. We’re supervised by an actual archaeologist though. »

« That’s so cool! Did you find any gold? » Virgil wasn’t really expecting such excitement coming from Roman. Apart from the all too familiar question, he often found his interlocutors to be pretty uninterested by the topic.

« No gold, but … remember last Tuesday? » Roman nodded attentively.

« On that morning, during one of Mr. Richardson’s lessons, one of our classmates video-called us saying there was an urgent matter to show us. They had found possibly a Roman coin. » he tried to bite back the smile that threatened to form on his lips at the joyful memory, but nothing could take away that particular twinkle in his eyes.

« Are you serious?! That’s wonderful, what if you find a hidden treasure? »

« Unlikely, but it would be nice. »

« Wow. » Roman breathed out, staring at the scene beside his … new acquaintance? « How did you hurt yourself, anyway? »

« See that pile of dirt? I’ve been scanning every bucket full of soil that was thrown in there. My job was searching in the dirt for possible relics that were missed out while others did the digging. We installed a little assembly line. And running your fingers through that for hours makes you sore I guess. »

« That doesn’t seem very fun, though. »

Virgil shrugged. « I didn’t mind. I like working by myself, especially when the job is as simple as it is important. » And it was true, it wasn’t like the archaeologist put him there because he was just hopeless with the other instruments, every little clue was important and looking for them was a crucial point that can be easily taken care of if you’re a perfectionist.

Plus, the archaeologist seemed to have taken a liking into Virgil, so that didn’t make him feel left out at all.

« Even though, today one of my classmates came to help me. » the boy turned to see that Roman was still listening to him, with no intention of changing the subject. That was new, too.

« You know those terribly annoying ones? He slowed down our chain to the point that he had to argue with this girl that was in dire need of empty buckets while we still had all of them full because he wanted to look through every inch of dirt before handing it out. » he let out a deep sigh, as if he had just been venting for hours.

« That was pretty idiotic, what happened then? »

« Uh, well, we went back to working, just as I was doing before he came to help. »

Roman snorted, imagining the scene in front of his eyes. « So he made a fuss only for it to go back as before and prove him wrong. I’d say he’s pretty amazing. »

« Yeah. » Virgil agreed, « Anyway, sorry for rambling. » he added in a lower tone, while checking his phone for notification, before putting it away quickly.

Roman arched his eyebrow at his words. « As someone who whines constantly, I don’t really think you should worry. »

At least, that succeeded to steal a chuckle from the tired one.

« Did you find anything? » Virgil was really starting to believe this guy couldn’t have a minute of pure silence.

« Well, there’s always a couple of bones, some weird ferric objects, teeth and … » he stopped, remembering the event of the week before.

This time, a wide smile appeared before he could stop it as he searched through his phone’s camera gallery; it was the one thing he was real proud of, possibly the prettiest of his findings.

He handed the phone over to Roman, whose eyes widened at the sight, in front of him he could see a pic of a piece of ceramic with white, brown, yellow and blue decorations, dirt was still covering it, but you could already make out how beautiful it was.

« You found this in here? »

« Yes, it was amazing. I was standing there, » he pointed to a vague direction in front of the dirt pile, excitement rising in his chest as he remembered. « and someone was throwing the dirt on the pile and I recognized the bottom of the piece. We had already found other ceramics and I was hoping it was one too. So I picked it up as soon as I spotted it and there were at least three inches of dirt on top. I moved it away with my thumb and I was met with that decoration. I think I might have yelled. » he leaned in to take another look at the pic, as if never satisfied with it.

Roman certainly didn’t miss how bright he appeared when he was talking about the excavation, all the tiredness was gone and the pain in his whole body caused by eight hours of work was long forgotten. He looked genuinely happy, a contrast to his unusual dark and broody persona.

« Did you choose you university yet? » he had a thought, while handing the phone back, which could have maybe helped the injured boy.

« Jumping a bit? Uh, no, honestly I have no idea. »

« Ever thought of doing something with archaeology? »

« Uhm … » Virgil tapped his fingers on his palm. It wasn’t like he hadn’t considered the possibility in the past, but he had been told that it was probably too hard and maybe too boring from his point of view. On the other hand he truly enjoyed working in the site …

« You still with me, buddy? You don’t have to choose in the next five minutes. »

« Shut up, I was thinking. »

« Your thinking is too loud. »

« And here I was considering you as actually not that bad. »

« I know you secretly admire me. »

« The important thing is you believe that. »

Their wise and profound conversation was interrupted by Virgil’s ringtone going off, he picked up, had a brief talk and tucked the phone away in his pocket.

« My mother’s arrived to pick me up. » he informed, pointing at a car parked a few feet away from them.

They both stood up, but none of them made to move at all.

« Uh, I was thinking … » Roman struggled to find the right words, as if anything he said might offend Virgil at any given moment. « I don’t want to pressure you or anything, but maybe we could meet up sometimes to talk about the play? Or I could start helping you as soon as we get the scripts. »

Virgil made a face, as if he had been trying to forget a bad nightmare and had just been reminded of it. Still, he had no right to escape that any further, and he was already anxious about not being able to make it in time, even before he could start learning his lines. So maybe starting to work on it sooner wasn’t that bad of an idea.

« Sounds good. » he hesitated, not sure how to continue, when an idea sparked in his mind. « Maybe I could give you some insight on the tragedy. »

« That’d be awesome! When are you free? »

Hah. « During week-days I’m busy until five p.m. everyday. At least for another week, when this project will be over. »

That explained why he was still in town at almost six p.m.

« You guys dig everyday? »

« Something like that. We’re divided into two groups and we dig every other day. When we don’t we still have to stay at school and do researches for the final exhibition. »

Roman’s eyes lit up at the last words, he was going to ask him about it the next time the occasion presented itself.

« That sucks. Okay, look, I don’t wanna steal anymore time from your beloved mother, so I’ll text about it to you later, okay? »

« Cool. » Virgil raised his hand and waved it ever so slightly.

Roman returned the good-bye and got back to his task, marching down the sidewalk, but as Virgil had just opened the door of his mother’s car, he remembered to yell “And don’t forget to get some rest, I’m starting to confuse your makeup with your dark circles!”.

Virgil got into the car with an exasperated sigh and found his mother giggling to herself while she looked at him.

« Was that a friend? »

« God I hope not. »

✾✾✾✾

Tuesday came back in a hurry, along with the theater club, some worried and some bored students. Virgil stood in the middle of “time to panic and/or cry” and “if I don’t fall into eternal slumber right now I will burn this building to the ground”.

If he could name some of the most atrocious backstabbers he had ever met, he’d instantly name his teachers: at first they told his class they’d make it easy for them since they were so busy with the project, now they pretended the students had to be more organized with their studying and homework. Tests and interrogations had been made despite them being at least nine hours at school instead of five, some even coming home later than that.

In a word, they didn’t care, it was the students’ fault.

Virgil had his back against the wall, sitting on the top step of the bleacher with his legs close to his chest, the meeting had been starting for a couple of minutes and, of course, he didn’t have anything to do except hating himself and wait for another uneventful hour to pass.

« Hey Gerard Way Too Dark, look what they gave me. »

Or maybe not.

Virgil looked up to be met with Roman standing in front of him with two binders in his hand: the two of them had agreed on meeting up only when school would let them breathe enough to find a single day where they were both free from studying. Which was yet to be a thing.

The beloved actor handed him one of the binders, it read the title of the play, the author and the characters. He didn’t like how his role was the very first one on the list.

« At last. » he dryly commented, flipping the pages quick enough to not read a single actual word out of it.

Roman sat down next to him and examined the first page, as if looking for some kind of unspoken treasure, then he turned to take out a stash of highlighters Virgil had no clue where he kept. He showed them to him, waiting for him to pick a color.

By the looks of them, they seemed brand new and neatly arranged in the colors of the rainbow. Virgil picked out the lilac one, he had always preferred the gentler colors, it made it easier to study with the lights on.

His colleague chose the red one and began going through the pages and highlighting all the lines he had to learn as Pentheus.

Silently, Virgil did the same with the lines Dionysus said, recalling the scenes as he went through them. Though … he noticed there were far too many. He never realized how impossible it looked in his eyes until he had it plainly laid out in front of him.

Great, you’re going to mess this up, you won’t ever be able to do this in time. Plus you’re probably going to forget everything the moment right before going on stage. Who thought this was going to be a good id-

« Are you okay down there? »

He didn’t realize he was rubbing at his face with his hands, while trying to shake off the storm forming in his mind. In doing so, he had also let the marker fall to the wooden step with a clatter, which caught the other’s attention.

« Yeah, ’m just tired. » he managed to let out through his fingers in a muffled sound.

Roman made a humming noise, then proceeded to cast aside all his stuff and let himself relax against the wall. « Then I’d say we call it a day and sleep until it’s time to part ways. »

Virgil looked at him, surprise written all over his face, wasn’t he supposed to work even harder than normal because of the occasion? Either way, he mirrored the boy, pulling up his hood so that he could find some comfort.

« I think I’m too worried about all this mess, » he retorted, gesturing at his script. « to be able to even close my eyes. »

« Then tell me about it. »

He considered the option, he did actually promise him he’d do it before, besides he’d be distracting himself from the impending doom, be actually productive and explaining the tragedy to the actor. A double win for both parties.

« The story is centered around this group of Bacchantes that came from Asia and want to enter Thebes and spread their cult, they’re also guided by a lone nomad that none knows is actually Dionysus, the founder of the cult itself. » he turned to face Roman, in a silent “tell me where I lose you” manner.

« They are stopped by Pentheus, now king of the city, son of Agave and nephew of Cadmus, the founder of Thebes. Tiresias is a famous seer that understands the potential of the cult and invites Cadmus to preach the god with him. They try to reason with Pentheus, but it’s all in vain. In the meantime, while this king is busy insulting the cult, Dionysus makes all the women of the city go mad and follow the Maenads. »

« Payback? »

« More like first warning. » Virgil counted to one on his right hand for emphasis. « After that, Pentheus sent his soldiers to capture him. And they succeeded, he didn’t resist and kept up his act, only to free himself of the chains thanks to his magic. When Pentheus found him, Dionysus pretended he was helped by the god and began charming him until the king gave in. »

« You mean, how he made him dress up as a Maenad? »

« Yes, but not only he did that, he drove him crazy, too. » did anyone else ever notice the slight green spots in Roman’s brown eyes or was it just the trick of the light? Virgil couldn’t tell, so he decided to explain further. « Pentheus claimed to be seeing double and having hallucinations. He was also very careful of his clothes, hair and posture, he wanted to be the perfect Maenad. He tried to convince himself it was for disguise purposes, but in my opinion he was rather enjoying that dress-up. »

« Really? » Roman questioned, he still had to look into his character, the more he knew about him, the better he could portray him. He always took every bit of information he could find, to the point in which he could somehow relate to them or at least be able to link him and the role. That way, he was able to love acting as every single one of them.

« You need to read their last conversation. Even you would say that at first glance. Anyway, the play ends with the Bacchantes shredding to pieces the body of Pentheus. The practice is called “sparagmòs”. After that Agave and Cadmus have a touching scene and it ends there. A bit shocking for her since she just killed her son, but the god made sure the women all saw a beast instead. »

« That’s cruel, though. »

« Princey, he disrespected a fucking god, dying is the least that could happen to him. »

There was the nickname again. And, as if on cue, Roman’s lips twitched into a small smile that disappeared right after. He wasn’t aware of the reason why he didn’t want to get caught, but … did Virgil really not remember?

« He didn’t give him a chance to apologize! »

« Then again, the cult of the Bacchantes includes a ritual where a human needs to be sacrificed. If he had ever been sorry, Dionysus would have probably ordered him to sacrifice himself so that he could be satisfied and purified by his action. »

« Okay, okay. » Roman put his hands up in surrender. « I recognize I’m talking to a smart one over here, I give up. » he pretended he was waving a white flag to his side.

Virgil chuckled at his words. « I’m actually just average, but I can be passionate about some things, too. »

« Just average? I doubt all of your classmates still remember the entire plot of a tragedy and also can provide conspiracy theories. »

« Conspiracy- what are you talking about? »

« You know I’m right, you were totally on the verge of geeking out about this one. C'mon who’s your favorite character? » the actor mocked resting his face on his palms while a sly expression surrounded him.

« I will throw you off the stairs the next chance I have. »

« Good luck with that since you can’t even reach. »

Oh that was the last fucking straw.

Virgil turned his head to look at him in the eyes so rapidly that Roman feared his neck would give in and break right then and there. But the most disturbing image was the rage that was forming around the boy’s aura.

Okay, maybe it wasn’t the wisest thing to-

Virgil surged forward in a sudden movement and the actor jumped away pleading for salvation, it was only when he heard a foreign laugh that he turned around only to be met with the same dark and stormy guy, doubled over himself with laughter, teasing Roman.

« Did you seriously think I was going to attack you? »

« You can be scary sometimes, shut up! » heat began running in Roman’s cheeks out of embarrassment and he pretended nothing happened while Virgil quieted down next to him.

It was exactly in that moment that the meeting was called off.

As Roman followed him to the library, he wondered if that was going to be a regular thing after-

You idiot, this is the last week of your project.

« Oh, by the way. » Virgil stopped at the top of the stairs. « Don’t take it personally if I brush you off or disappear for the next few days, but the exhibition’s coming and I still have no idea what to say. »

« Talking about efficiency. » the actor rolled his eyes, recalling a few other examples he could give on the marvelous organization of teachers.

« Yeah, our teacher gave us tons of useful information. » he dead-panned, approaching the library’s doors.

« I will forever respect you for putting up with Mr. Richardson. »

That was able to get a chuckle out of Virgil.

« See you around, Pentheus. »

And with that, Roman was left walking home by himself with the warm feeling of having made a new possible friend spreading in his chest.

✾✾✾✾

It was Saturday morning when he noticed the fliers hanging around school. They showed a bunch of excavation pics and the subject of an archaeological exhibition centered around the school’s town. Roman took note of the date: it was exactly that same day!

So that was how he found himself during afternoon pacing around the plaza and stepping into an old tower, where a little crowd of at least fifteen people of all ages were standing and listening attentively to a student. There was only a little group of them, which he figured was because the exhibition took place multiple times during the week.

He just wondered if he had been lucky enough to find …

As he made his way through the front, so that he could see all the materials and boards exposed he heard the female voice say « Now I will turn it over to my classmate, Virgil! »

As soon as he heard his name, he followed her gaze and finally met an unusual sight: instead of the usual hoodie, he wore a black button up shirt and skinny dark blue jeans that might as well have been mistaken for the same other color. So he did know how to be fancy if he wanted.

Before he began explaining, he noticed Roman standing right next to their theater teachers and bit back a smile. He didn’t recall inviting him, actually he hadn’t wanted anyone he knew to witness him mess everything up as he was used to do. So what was he doing there?

Virgil welcomed everybody once again, then turned over to all the materials exposed.

And when he started talking, Roman was enthralled.

He didn’t know if it was the way the words rolled down his tongue, how he brushed the objects as if they were sacred treasures that would turn into dust at the slightest touch, or the sparkle in his eyes when he took in everybody’s attention and curiosity.

But there was a thing he did recognize: it was passion, that was definitely what he was radiating, the one emotion he knew all too well which helped him getting his public hanging at the edge of their seats.

And this time, he was the hooked one.

The two locked eyes multiple times, Virgil was surprised enough to find comfort in having someone to constantly smile at him, or in Mrs. Eagan’s nodding, in all those mouthed “you’re doing great”. He couldn’t stop going back at them everytime he looked up.

Before anyone knew it, his time was over and the group moved onto the last part of the exhibition, which was outside; the crowd followed the last student to the site that was still open and the remaining students in the room sighed with relief as Mr. Richardson followed them too for the final thanks.

Some minutes and a standing ovation later, Roman was already back into the small room as bright as ever, walking toward his favorite little archaeologist.

Virgil paced towards him at the same time, hissing a “what are you doing here?” while a small grin let itself spread on his face.

With no warning and an abrupt move, Roman’s arms had already wrapped themselves around the other boy’s upper chest, lifting him a little in the process.

Well, that was definitely new.

Not being used to such excitement, Virgil was only able to awkwardly return the hug after an initial moment of vacillation. Seeing his energy on stage was a thing, experiencing it like that was completely something else, but deep in his heart he knew it wasn’t a habit he wouldn’t have liked to adapt to.

Wait, what was that thought coming from? Why would he have to adapt to anything, he was just going to help him through acting and that was it.

Still, a new friend wasn’t a bad idea either …

« You did amazing! » was what Virgil heard after being released from the embrace, but not quite completely as Roman was still holding onto his arms.

He blinked a few times. « What are you talking about, I messed up and started stuttering at one point- »

« Oh shut up and let me compliment you, I didn’t even remember you did, king of modesty. »

« More like king of self-deprecation. »

« Can you stop for once in your life? »

Right in the short amount of time they weren’t talking, a single line caught their attention.

« Look at all this trash. »

What?

« Yeah, these are all so obviously fake. »

Thunderstorms.

Thunderstorms and lightning, howls of rage formed in Virgil’s chest, burning in a bonfire which heat traveled through his blood and reached his eyes only to darken them with fury.

His body stiffened, he wanted to scowl at them and tell them how wrong they were, just how dare them invalidate all the hard work of three weeks?

« Oh, Virgil! » Roman seemed to distract him, but he had a plan in mind as he moved both of them close to the materials table. « Remember that day I visited you while you guys were digging? »

But there wasn’t any- was he onto something? « Oh, yeah, you were walking home from school and you decided to stop. » he played along, as his friend nodded, making sure to be heard by the rude couple.

In the meantime, one of the students had gone out to update their teacher on the situation.

« Yeah, when you found that beautiful ceramic piece! » Roman turned to recognize the piece he had seen in the pic he had been shown, then pointed it. « Is it that one? »

« Yes, I can pick it up for you. » Virgil did so as he spoke.

« Wow, it’s even more gorgeous. »

« We had a hard time cleaning everything, so we tried to do the best job we could. Getting dirt out of bones is also … not super easy. »

« You guys are awesome. » Roman kept glancing around the room arranged for the exhibition, while the now embarrassed couple decided to leave under the incinerating stare of Mr. Richardson who had just came in to witness the situation.

Everybody in the room went to either grin or laugh inside, while the two boys shared a high five.

After making sure everything was under control, the teacher decided to begin cleaning up the place, so all the guests that stayed to chatter were dismissed.

« Hey, uh … » Virgil struggled to get out his voice, a little for being tired, a little because in moments of shyness his tone would go out as nothing more than a simple mutter. « Thank you for earlier and … also for coming, I guess. »

« Both of them were my utter pleasure. » Roman had a thing for being extra, and if he chose that aesthetic, he better had to stick to it by doing a theatrical bow at his friend.

« You are a nerd. »

« With style! »

« Whatever helps you sleep at night. » Virgil turned around to face the tower and began walking away. « See you around, Princey. »

There went another one.

Roman had to giggle quietly to himself, every single time his mind traveled to that one particular moment back in the first year when-

« You know, this is what I was talking about. »

He felt a presence walking by his side, suddenly, and found Mr. Eagan glaring at him with an almost nostalgic look.

« I’ve been telling him for years that he has the acting potential. » she sighed while Roman simply nodded along. « He’s been getting better, you see this isn’t the first exhibition they do, I’ve seen them all. »

« Oh, really? »

« Yes. And you can totally sense how much emotion he’s putting, you can tell he’s invested. »

« I agree, I’ve had the occasion to see that. »

« And honestly I feel bad for forcing him into this play thing … but I’m sure he’s going to shine. I’m so proud of him. » she smiled at herself, then stopped in her tracks and looked up at her student. « And I’m also sure you’ll do a good job. Bring out his talent, Roman. In your own special way. »

He remained speechless for a moment, just how much trust did these teachers actually have in both of them? He found it endearing, he felt almost as if they had some kind of motherly appreciation towards them.

« Thank you. We’ll work very hard on this one, you’ll see! »

They exchanged their farewells and Roman headed home, this time by himself, having all kinds of thoughts in his mind.

But most of all, he felt worried.

All of a sudden, it seemed like a blank page was being replaced in his head instead of all the knowledge apprehended through his life.

He had no idea how to start helping Virgil.

✾✾✾✾

Despite the initial awkwardness, things had begun to go way better than both of them had imagined. The occasional staying late after the theater meetings had allowed them to grow closer, so much that they at least shared a few words during break every day at school. And that was a huge effort for Virgil as he preferred to stay in class where almost none hanged around and simply scroll through his phone, waiting for the last two dreadful hours of lessons.

And, well, random texts weren’t late to arrive to the party, too.

Princey: okay but can we talk about what an idiot Pentheus is?

Vee: this is a weird midnight text to get, but go off I guess

Princey: I’m serious! Come on, like why don’t you just let people do their thingsss

Vee: Oh you’re taking this to heart, alright

Princey: Yeah?? Am I not supposed to be emotionally invested in my own play?

Vee: You’re talking as if you’ve written it

Princey: Maybe I did

Vee: gasp are you Euripides reincarnated

Princey: The one and only

Vee: My apologies sir, you have all the rights to whine about your own plot

Vee: I also have no clue how you know english

Princey: It’s the muses’ power!

Vee: Melpomene?

Princey: Bless you

Vee: Wow okay, go to sleep

Princey: Sleep is for the weak

Vee: And you’re gonna be weak in the morning so it really doesn’t matter

Princey: Alright, mum, why would you stay up then?

Vee: Reasons

Princey: Are you still scrolling through Tumblr and sticking to your natural emo kid persona?

Vee: ouch

Vee: no, but I’d love to

Princey: mhh then you forgot to do homework or study?

Vee: You know me, I’m too anxious about my parents’ judgment to do that

Princey: demanding parents?

Vee: sorta.

Princey: sore topic?

Vee: Yup.

Princey: Alright then, you’re watching a movie? An anime?

Vee: No, I’m just talking to an idiot who won’t go to sleep

Princey: Oh I see, sounds like a total badass guy fighting the system

Vee: Yeah, fighting his body’s shut down system if he doesn’t get enough sleep.

Princey: bold of you to say that when we’re in the same situation

Vee: listen we’re talking about you stay focused

Princey: you know I’m right

Princey: C'mon why are you still up

Vee: no reason tbh

Vee: I just can’t seem to fall asleep so I’m tyring myself out until I can pass out on my bed

Princey: thaaat doesn’t seem very healthy

Vee: I never said I wanted to take care of myself

Princey: LOVE YOURSELF BITCH

Vee: HAH

Vee: no.

Princey: i will make you!!

Princey: one day we’ll have a big relaxation day and you will be able to see the beauty in yourself!!

Vee: sounds unrealistic i’m in

Princey: come on work with me emo nightmare

Vee: i’m too lazy to live i’m sorry

Princey: then why don’t you just s l e e p

Vee: bc my sleep schedule is a mess and i cant seem to even shut my eyes everything in my life is going straight in the trash can and uhhhhhh yeah everything sucks

Princey: woah slow down

Princey: okay look you’re having me a bit concerned here

Vee: haha no it’s the usual daily stuff for me

Princey: ……….. it shouldn’t be????

Vee: eh

Princey: hey, would you answer if I called you?

Vee: if this is because of what i’ve just said, you’re worrying too much

Princey: nah it’s just for a distraction

Princey: and maybe you’ll be able to fall asleep

Vee: are you implying your voice is boring or you want to sing me a lullaby?

Princey: i’ll pretend i didn’t read the first part but i’ll have you know i have a very beautiful singing voice

Vee: pf alright i’m not entirely convinced

Princey: i’ll buy both of us coffee at the vending machine tomorrow morning before the first lesson starts

Vee: okay i’m sold, hit me up

✾✾✾✾

« This is unacceptable! I’m sorry, our friendship has to end here, I’m leaving. »

« I’m telling you, I have my reasons. »

« You can’t just simply dislike Hercules! »

Virgil sighed in defeat and resigned in his plastic seat; Christmas holidays had been around for a week, new year’s was already approaching and two youngsters had decided to spend an afternoon together with the excuse of reading some lines out of their scripts and helping each other out.

It wasn’t really the first time they did that, plus with the arrival of winter it was a nice excuse to be comforted by a warm cup of hot chocolate with whipped cream.

Just like they were doing in that moment, only that it seemed that they had completely forgotten about the play because of how much they were invested in other topics. Such as, obviously, Disney movies.

« It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just … so wrong. »

« Oh my- it’s not Percy Jackson, it’s Disney, they’re allowed to take some creative liberties. »

« I know, but I didn’t watch it as a child, I saw it recently- »

« How dare you. »

« -shut up. What I mean is: my studies have ruined its likability. »

Roman closed his eyes and put his hands together in front of his face in an exasperated manner. « Then let’s hear these freaking reasons, enlighten my blindness, o wise one! »

Virgil couldn’t help but smirk as the other one huffed. « First of all, thank you for the compliment. »

« But, see, the first thing that got me was the character of Phil. The actual Philoctetes wasn’t a satyr, he was a hero that fought in the Trojan war who also happened to be Hercules’ friend at some point. »

« Well, they were linked in the end! »

« Let me finish. All the deeds that Phil claimed to have made? All those heroes he trained? Bullshit. Everything was done by Chiron, the only wise and composed centaur of greek mythology. And like centaurs were thought as savage beasts, satyrs were always linked to Dionysus and described as libidinal creatures. Philoctetes would have probably felt insulted. »

« Your studies may have ruined your view but you’re ruining my childhood right now. » Roman muttered the words as a childish pout formed on his lips.

« Ah, also Megara was a city, not a person. » said Virgil with nonchalance.

« WHAT. » the wide-eyed actor jumped in his seat and surged forward a little, blinking a few times.

Without expecting it, Virgil’s composed face contorted with a snort, which then grew into giggles and then again transformed into a genuine and amused laughter that couldn’t stop.

He tried to breathe in. « Princey, you- » he cut himself off as another wave of giggles hit him, so he held one hand up as if to tell him to wait until he could properly compose himself.

And Roman knew he otherwise would have felt offended, or at least in a playful way, he knew normally he would have instantly asked what was the matter. But he couldn’t really shake off the feeling of wanting to protect and carve this picture into his memory until it was the only thing he could remember.

And he truly wanted to share that angelic laughter, participate to the mirthful moment, yet he found himself solely staring at the unusual sight in pleasant disbelief at how stunning that scene was.

He could merely twitch his lips upwards and consider how much he adored hearing the nickname in such an entertained voice.

Something inside Roman clicked as Virgil finally gained enough breath, and he knew he was done for.

« Sorry, uh, » he was finally able to breathe out. « I was actually messing with you. She did exist. »

He looked him in the eyes and all Roman could think was “finally”.

After a beat, noticing the other didn’t respond and assuming he was upset or something, he continued. « Though she and their children were afterwards killed by Hercules according to some. Others think he killed his children and Megara compelled him to commit suicide. Awful stories for great heroes, I guess. »

Roman, who was still starstruck, was only able to comment. « Breathtaking. »

Virgil made a face and lowered the cup he was raising to his lips. « What? »

« Uh … what? No I was just- the TV! Behind you, yes. I was commenting that. »

The confused one turned ever so slightly to quickly glance at the old black screen facing his back. « Alright, I won’t question your weird obsession with old style televisions. »

Nailed it.

Their discourse went on escalating to different topics, but never once brushing the fact that they met to keep up their theater practice, like good procrastinating students. It wasn’t like they were avoiding it on purpose, for the first time they felt like spending quality time with each other was their main priority.

« Okay, listen, Tripping in the Darkness. I went on a cruise once and even there I was able to reveal my beautiful voice. »

« So sorry for the passengers. »

« I should have left you outside freezing in the cold. » Roman scoffed after a beat.

« But you didn’t. »

« I’m starting to reconsider. »

« We both know you would never do it. »

« I forgive you only because you’re cute. » oh wait, oh wha- Roman immediately hid behind his cup, drinking the last remaining of his warm beverage. He hoped that the heat would rush off of his cheeks by the time he had finished.

« Wow, I’m flattered. » Virgil didn’t leave his sarcastic tone and didn’t seem to have noticed anything different, until he snorted out loud when he was met with Roman’s face after he lowered the cup.

Roman’s heart sank, was he still blushing? Was he already onto him? That was bad, that was-

« You got … » Virgil’s voice got back to being amused and he gestured towards his face. Oh, great, he had a chocolate-stained face now. Just what he needed.

« Where? Is it gone? » he frantically kept on asking as he wiped around his mouth and cheeks with his bare hand.

His friend shook his head. « Not even close. »

On a scale on one to Roman’s worst embarrassing moments compilation, he would have probably found himself on top of that very ranking, because after that Virgil simply reached for the container on the little table.

« For starters, you take a tissue. » while he did so, Roman could only watch as his friend gently rubbed away the spot on the bridge of his nose. Oh. The cup did touch it earlier.

Alright that was awkward and I’m stupid, let’s move on.

But no, his brain had decided to short circuit and leave him to his impulsiveness; out of the blue, he grabbed Virgil’s wrist before he pulled away completely.

Virgil blinked, confused once again by his behavior. « Uh, what’s up? »

That’s when Roman’s mind finally snapped to reality and, of course, he panicked to find the best excuse he could permit, so he slid both of his hands to cage Virgil’s own. « You’re super cold! » he noticed, lowering their hands to rest on the table.

« Yeah? It’s minus degrees outside? And I’m often anxious? »

« Oh, right. » why was he feeling more sympathetic than usual? « Then, I shall protect you from both! »

« By holding my hand? »

« By making sure your heat level is within the parameters! »

« Alright, Doc. I’ll trust you. »

That was how they ended up holding hands for the rest of the day without even realizing until they had to part.

« You sure you don’t want me to accompany you to the parking lot? »

« I’m fine, don’t mind. »

They were standing out of the cafe to exchange their goodbyes, about to head for different streets and eventually go home.

« You know, you didn’t really have to pay for me, I’m not broke. » Virgil talked in little puffs of condensed air, hands in his pockets and trying to shake off the cold stinging sensation that pierced his skin.

« Oh, soft you now, »

« Is that a fucking Hamlet quote? »

« -it is my duty to ensure your well-being. Plus I know you hate talking to cashiers, so. »

« You’re the worst, but thank you. » Virgil rolled his eyes. « I still feel like I owe you one now, though. »

Well you could just kiss me whenever you feel like, a part of Roman’s brain noted. Uhm, what the fuck is your problem? Responded the other.

« Nah, I’ll probably forget it by the next time we talk. » he admitted, ignoring the weird thoughts that were happening in his mind, a mind that needed to shut up for at least a single second.

Virgil muttered an “alright” and was about to turn around and wave him off, like he always did, when he was confronted by a simple demand.

« Uh, can I, like, hug you? »

He stopped in his tracks, considering for a moment, before a “sure” escaped his lips and he started nodding.

Roman stepped closer and wrapped his arms around his chest, content and making a little pleased sound as the other returned the hug. He wasn’t sure why he was being so uncertain that day.

« Bye, Virge! » he called out as he stepped away from his friend and began walking home.

Virgil waved in return and immediately took out his phone and earbuds: after hitting shuffle he was fast to recognize the song by the first chords.

Acceptance, huh? He had discovered their song back in middle school. Boy, did he try so hard to be edgy. Still, certain songs weren’t really that bad.

Oh no, this couldn’t be more unexpected.

He had just made to turn the corner of a mansion’s fence when a realization struck him. And he was still subtly smiling because of it.

He somehow hadn’t been aware of it in the moment, probably because of their distracting conversation.

The lyrics went by in his ears and he almost didn’t even notice the words flowing in his head as that little memory of their afternoon occupied his mind.

Could this be out of line? To say you’re the only one breaking me down like this.

Roman had been brushing his thumb against his skin for almost all the time he had been holding onto his hand earlier.

He also had hugged him a little bit tighter than how he remembered back in October. And he was very excited too, that day.

And yeah, the majority of sane people would have found the situation simply nice or just a normal friendly action. But Virgil?

Come to think of it, I’m aching.

Yeah, he was already burying his face in his hoodie. God, was that heat rushing at his cheeks? Did his body really want to make it any more obvious?

On account of my transgression, will you welcome this confession?

Oh god, oh fu-

Virgil exhaled deeply and rubbed at his face with his hands, an unwelcome warm feeling spreading in his chest, it felt like as if someone was lighting a fire in there, not caring for the emotional damage that they were about to cause. Like a firework sent up in the middle of the night only to startle you enough to wake you up in a cold sweat and thumping heart.

Keep me hanging on so contagiously.

Virgil abruptly ripped the earbuds away from his ears and stuffed everything in his pockets as he leaned on his school’s gate, staring at the parking lot in front of him. His parents had yet to arrive to pick him up.

He had enough time to calm down.

« Well, I’m fucked. »

Maybe.

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Princey: HAPPY NEW YEAR V!!

Vee: yeee here’s to another shitty one

Princey: AW COME ON try to be a bit more upbeat

Vee: YEEE HERE’S TO ANOTHER SHITTY ONE!!!!

Princey: THAT’S MORE LIKE IT COMRADE

Vee: wtf okay

Princey sent a pic

Vee: are those streamers in your hair?

Vee: and … glitter?

Princey: don’t question it it’s your turn now send me something

Vee: i don’t think that’s how it works

Princey: do iiiiiit scaredy cat

Vee: fine

Vee sent a pic

Princey: .. wait

Princey: Are you in bed?

Vee: On the couch, actually

Vee: if that’s what you’re asking yes, i’m at home

Princey: and you’re not having fun? Are you okay??

Vee: yes don’t worry

Vee: i’m by myself

Princey: WHAT

Vee: gee it’s not that weird

Princey: no it’s just i thought you were out with friends

Vee: were all busy

Vee: but it’s fine, i don’t really appreciate big and loud parties

Vee: and i jump at every single loud noise so fireworks are a big no for me

Princey: you should have told me!! i would have managed something, we could have even just chilled alone

Vee: no it’s fine really, thank you

Vee: sorry to bring you down with that

Princey: oh shush

Princey: can i call you?

Vee: that’s sweet and all but i’d feel like i’m bothering you so

Princey: what are you talking about, plus there are so many people here they won’t even realize i’m gone for a while

Vee: i don’t wanna waste your time, it’s ok

Princey: but you’re not doing that!

Princey: idk can I at least visit you for some time? I don’t want you being all alone like that

Vee: no

Vee: i mean not that i don’t want you here but i’d feel guilty, i told you

Princey: you don’t have to!!

Princey: i lo kdjsdsdjk

Vee: what-

Princey: look i care about you, you’re one of my closest friends already and i love spending time with you, so if there’s a way for me to cheer you up i will gladly accept it

Vee: that is …

Vee: the gayest thing i’ve ever read

Vee: you’re a dork

Princey: i will take all that as a compliment

Vee: okay let me just

Vee: get my dog off of me

Princey: ADORABLE DOG

Vee: yeah i love her

Vee: and afterwards you can call me alright

Princey: SCORE!!

Princey: okay

Vee: one thing though

Princey: mirror mirror on the wall what’s the question botherin y'all

Vee: … i’ll pretend i’ve never read that

Vee: are you still getting me coffee tomorrow morning like that one time

Princey: if this is a subtle “do you wanna hang out here” i’m all for it, tho expect me to come up at like 11

Vee: wow you know exactly how to make things awkward everytime

Vee: okay dog’s off, you can call

Princey: on it!

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It is widely known and said that time flies by quickly when you’re either having fun, doing nothing or during the holidays. Students had reluctantly returned to their daily routines of lessons, homework and studying, trying to frame everything in the best way, so that they had at least some time to breathe between their tasks.

January, sadly, meant that the end of the first term was approaching inexorably and the teachers suddenly realized they needed more marks than they actually had from every student in a matter of two weeks. Everything for the initial report cards that, in the end, didn’t matter at all compared to the final one.

Thanks to February, students would have some time to breathe and re-gain strength until March, which was another wave of tests in preparation for the real monster: May.

For the last years, though, February also meant that they were going to get more information about which subjects they had to focus on the most for their final exams, which could only be linked to chaos, panic and that anxious but subtle feeling that the big moment was coming.

Thankfully, the weekend existed and with it also places for poor unfortunate souls to release stress and distract themselves from the imminent danger.

And that is how we follow two fellow individuals in distress who had decided upon spending their first free time in weeks walking around town and having a nice chat during night. At least before they ended up in a little desolated playground, their scripts in front of their faces, definitely acting more dramatically than needed.

« Do you perform the rites by night or by day? » Roman leaned on one of the street lamps, permitting him to read his line and, at the same time, he widely gestured with his free hand.

« Mostly by night; darkness conveys awe. » Virgil emphasized his second line with such an ominous tone that made his friend giggle lightly.

« Oh my, I’m thrilled. »

« Okay but you’ve got to admit it’s actually a cool phrase to say. »

« Maybe if we were serious enough, my darkling. »

After Virgil’s usual “shut up and keep reading” (which he had been using for the past fifteen minutes, mind you), Roman complied. « This is treacherous towards women, and unsound. » his voice sounded almost offended, his hand trailed over his heart in a fist.

Virgil bit back a grin at the sight. « Even during the day someone may devise what is shameful. »

« This vile quibbling settles your punishment. » the taller one took a few steps forward, pointing his finger on his friend, accusatory.

« Your ignorance and impiety toward the god will settle yours. » Virgil snarled, imitating the other in pointing fingers.

Roman gasped way more dramatically than needed and placed a hand on his chest, eyes wide with disbelief. « How bold the Bacchant is, and not unpracticed in speaking! »

His acting partner intook some breath, before stopping, narrow eyed, while he read his words.

« What, is something wrong? » Roman demanded, eyes scanning the next lines before looking up.

« This is so fucking gay. » he admitted, a smile playing on his lips as he contemplated the possibility of a different turn of events in the plot.

« Dionysus and Pentheus, but make it gayer. »

« Than it already is? That’s a challenge. »

« I have something in mind. » Virgil didn’t like the mischievous look on Roman’s face. « Keep going. »

« Tell me what I must suffer; what grievous harm will you do to me? » he hadn’t noticed how fast the other was to reach him, the previous grin was still imprinted on his lips. His pace faltered only a bit, but didn’t stop when he was a few steps from his Dionysus.

« First, I will cut off your delicate curls. » how Roman could change his tone from a mocking one to a warm and clear one, would forever be an unsolved mystery to the world. He proceeded to raise a hand to Virgil’s hair and slowly moved his bangs to the side, a knuckle brushing his cheek afterwards.

« My locks are sacred; I am growing them for the god. » Virgil played along and started to remember the lines, a result of their persistent reading every week. Not that he could really tear off his eyes from the looming figure in front of him.

« Next, give me this thyrsos from your hands. » other steps forward and Roman had trapped him against some metal bars he wasn’t aware of.

« Take it from me yourself; this is the wand of Dionysus I am bearing. » with no warning, Roman pressed his right hand, where the actual thyrsos would have been, to the bars and locked their fingers together. He leaned in even further, making sure Virgil could notice the sly sparkle in his half-lidded eyes.

« Last, I will guard your body deep in the dungeons. » his other hand gripped the bars right next to the boy’s head, literally trapping him. He had to stay in character, after all.

The leaning was slow this time, but didn’t seem to be stopping at any moment and Virgil could swear he felt his body move without his consent.

Inches apart, and Roman’s lips twitched upward. He stopped.

Virgil snorted.

Next thing they knew they were both bursting out laughing like they had just heard the best joke their favorite comedian had ever made.

« That was- » Virgil tried, after they both collapsed to the ground, weak in their knees for too much hilarity. « That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done in my entire life. »

« When Pentheus and Dionysus couldn’t get any gayer. » Roman commented through an almost hysterical laughter, while part of his brain began to shut down in a ohgodwhathasjusthappenediwasabouttobutthenididntandisthisthereallife state. An everyday situation to which he was used to, of course.

« Actually, » his friend began, taking a deep breath to calm himself down. « Greek gods are very open about their sexuality. »

« Oh, yeah. Wasn’t it Zeus himself that tried to f- » Roman was instantly shushed to silence, while a pained expression grew on the other’s face.

« We don’t talk about him. »

Fair enough. They had been in comfortable silence for quite a while, sitting on the ground and enjoying the void of the night as the only sources of light showed them only certain features and details of the objects around them.

« Hey, Virge? »

The mentioned boy almost jumped at the sudden sound. « Yeah? »

Roman’s expression, fixated on something ahead of him, was somewhat between focused and in a daze.

« Did you know the teachers wanted to keep your hair growing for the play? »

« What. »

« They decided against it when they realized I actually had to cut them away during the show. »

« Why are you telling me this right now? »

« I was just thinking about … » Roman’s words lingered, as if he thought about whether or not he could disclose a secret.

About me, please say about me. Virgil shook off the bizarre thought while he waited for a response. Are you fucking kidding me? Part of his mind answered. Didn’t all those past experiences teach you anything? Virgil found it harder to concentrate on Roman’s words now, he creased his eyebrows as if he were having a headache.

Those were in elementary school and middle school, you idiot. The other side responded. They were still valid experiences!

« Ohi. » Roman waved his hand in front of the other’s face. « Are you on this planet, sir? »

« Sadly, I still am. »

Roman rolled his eyes at that. « Dang, here I thought the aliens had gotten you. »

« You wish. »

« Anyway, I was about to get going since it’s getting pretty late even for a Saturday night. » he pulled himself on his feet, then smiled brightly and turned to his friend. « Lift home? »

« Thank god you exist. »

And Roman did really try hard to act cool and all, but he found out he couldn’t prevent his face from turning at least the weakest tint of red.

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They didn’t know how it was possible, but they made it through until April.

The last two months were a train wreck of multiple meetings between Roman’s wonderful school trip abroad, additional tests, the first exams simulations, and things getting very serious at theater club. The designs, scenes, props and costumes were all coming along neatly and, with everybody giving their all, the excitement for the play could be felt through thin air. Roman was thrilled and he thought that there wasn’t nothing else that could possibly be better than that kind of feeling.

Virgil begged to differ.

He was standing in the middle of the external part of the front of the school with a couple of other classes of his same course; they all had backpacks on their backs and a luggage held close.

Virgil was almost bouncing, unable to stay still, he started tapping his fingers on the handle of his own luggage. The anticipation was killing him, how could everybody else be so calm and casual? They were about to leave for a trip to Greece!

It was the most wanted and awaited of school trips for their course, it happened every three years and not only students were given the opportunity to confront and visit places and subjects they had studied, but also thanks to certain lovable teachers the weirdest and funniest things occurred in those trips. It was a dream come true, finally at their fingertips.

He really didn’t want to seem mean, but Virgil couldn’t stop looking at the time on his phone while one of his closest classmates trailed off talking about how energetic they felt for the trip ahead.

Until …

« Wine god! » what the f-

Virgil and his friend looked up simultaneously to be met with the vision of Roman waving one arm from the top of the external stairs and afterwards quickly running down towards them.

« I didn’t see you anywhere this morning! » he was still half-running when he spoke those words, as he reached them. He put his hands on Virgil’s shoulders.

« We didn’t really leave until now, we had a test. »

His eyes widened « What the heck? Right before a trip? »

Virgil shrugged. They had chosen it was better to do it before than afterwards.

« Well, anyway, I wanted to properly say goodbye and wish you a good travel! »

« Thank you, buddy. You really didn’t have to, aren’t you having a lesson right now? » Virgil raised one eyebrow, uncertain.

Roman showed him one of his stupidly charming grins and put his hands on his hips. « I simply asked to go to the bathroom. »

« I hate to break it to you, Roman, but this isn’t exactly the right way. »

« Oh, shut up. You know I wanted to see you before you headed off for the seven seas! »

« We’re literally traveling through the same sea, what are you tal- »

« It’s been a long day, let me have this. »

Virgil tilted his head to the side, they had been in school for only three hours, what exactly did that make it a long day?

His thoughts were broken by the thundering of one of his teachers who announced that everybody had to get ready since they were going to leave in a matter of minutes.

« Alright then. » Roman murmured with a slightly sad sigh, he quickly replaced his defeated expression with a smile, careful not to be discovered. « I’ll have to leave now. »

C'mon say something. His heart begged for mercy as Virgil looked back up at him and he saw two bright gray irises, the sun’s rays hitting them from the side just enough to make them look like literal crystals.

Anything would do, take your chance, tell him!

His eyes fell to the figure right next to them, still standing there and witnessing every one of their interactions. Well, maybe next time.

Roman leaned forwards and wrapped his arms around his friend’s shoulders in a tight embrace that was soon returned a bit more weakly around his waist. He felt like he was holding on him for dear life more than anything.

His hand trailed at the nape of his neck and stroked his hair for some instants, in which Virgil tightened his own hug and laughed silently on his shoulder.

« I’m not leaving forever, you know? The time zone is not even that different. »

« I know but I’ll be lonely! »

« We both know that’s not true. » Virgil released the other and patted his shoulder. « You’ll be fine and you can text me whenever you want when I’m not in the ferry. »

Roman let out a fake annoyed huff, but smiled anyway. « Have a safe trip, Virge. » he backed away, still facing him while waving a hand.

Then he turned to the other boy.

« Keep an eye on him for me, okay? »

« Will do! »

At this, Roman sprinted away towards his class and could only smirk wider when Virgil called him out with a “Oh shut up, Princey.”

Virgil met his friend’s all-knowing look as he turned away from the spot where he saw Roman disappear, not realizing he had a soft expression written over all of his face.

« Why are you- no. Listen, it’s not what you- »

His friend ignored him, dancing around him. « You’re doing flips, read my lips, you’re in love! » he sang, while Virgil buried his face in his hands since for some godforsaken reason when he was embarrassed he tended to have a weird smile on his face that made him completely implausible. He hated that, it only made people tease him even further.

Which was exactly what happened in this situation, even after Virgil had smacked him behind the head lightly and started to get going towards the bus station as their teachers had instructed.

#prinxiety #roman sanders #virgil sanders #ts roman #sanders sides roman #ts virgil #sanders sides virgil #sanders sides au #fanfiction #prinxiety fic #sanders sides fic #ts fic #to tend thee is my care #purp's writings

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rosaliekali · 4 years

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Hello there, how are you? I hope that you've had a great day/night! And congratulations on 1k 😚, you deserve it!! 💖 You're a really good writer and I can't wait for your match-up 🥰

I'm a female on the libra-scorpio cusp and a Slytherin, I used to be an ENFP but now I'm an INFP

Appearance-wise, I'm 5'2, i've brown eyes and caramel brown hair. I also wear glasses and I'm also quite tanned from being out in the sun all the time.

Personality-wise:

- I can be really enthusiastic about stuff I'm really interested in, such as history (especially world war history), sciences (but physics is trash to me) and anime (I'm a closet nerd hehe) .

- I can be really ambitious and competitive, and I would sometimes place unrealistic expectations on myself, leaving me mentally exhausted and stressed, but like i place these unrealistic measures on myself to strive to be the best

- I do try to chill and take it slow, but you know, sometimes i just can't 😅

- I'm quite an open book to all my close friends

- I also tend to be really possessive, like I dont like people purposely trying to steal my friends (it happened a lot of times before) and i hate it when someone randomly butts into a conversation i'm having with anyone, especially if it's a deep conversation

- I can be really awkward around people i don't click with, but around people i click with, i can be pretty wild and will be able to hold conversations with.

- I tend to procrastinate a lot, and people say i look intimidating but i don't feel like I'm intimidating.

- I can be really sensitive to other's emotions and i tend to put others before me, so like my close friend always told me that i'm too much of a giver, like I try to please everyone else and ignore myself

- My love languages are physical touch and quality time

- I can't stand people who are attention seekers or just aim to be public nuisances as i feel that they're just really irritating and it gets on my nerves, especially those people who are just doing stupid things to be popular (which is lowkey why i think tiktoks dances are dumb, like seriously i dont get the hype, but i do like tiktok meme videos tho)

- I listen to a lot of different genres of music, but i especially love classics (mozart and chopin are my favourites) and pop.

- I can really insecure at times, because i always feel that every other girl out there is better than me and i'm just a plain and ugly, and partially because i got bullied when i was younger about my appearance

- I like dressing up and putting on makeup occassionally, but i do act like a tomboy most of the time (ie. I hate skirts, like i really dont like them and i have no idea why, but jeans are supreme).

- I also love playing the piano and singing as well, even though i'm not that good at it :D

- People tell me that I'm very curious and persistent, constantly pushing until i get answers, but i do know my limits.

- I'm also very passionate about things I love, and i would do anything to protect people that i care and love.

- I'm also very affectionate and supportive towards my close friends and people i love. - I do have trust issues and I often feel like i do not deserve love and that I hate people who betray my trust.

- I'm ok with pda, but not anything overly affectionate, like hand-holding and kissing is ok, but not making out 😳😖

- I also tend to be pretty forgettful, and i'll not eat for hours to get my work on hand done (whoop pretty unhealthy but :0)

- I'm also really sarcastic when i want to be, and i can't hold a poker face to save my life (i swear i always start laughing like 2 seconds in) and I tend to sass people a lot, especially if I've had a bad day

- I'm also pretty fiesty and I hate people stereotyping me for my gender (i.e like when someone says that "oh you're pretty good for a girl") like what does my gender have to do with my ability? Like there is zero correlation

- My sense of humour is kind of twisted at times but i really love memes and i tend to crack inappropriate jokes sometimes

- I've been told that i come across as really flirty to some guys but it's because i can be really touchy feely to my friends

- I'm also quick to anger, especially if i have a bad day, i hate people who nag and i hate people who put down others

- I'm kind of touch-starved, so i really like hugs and cuddles, but I'm also ticklish so my friends tend to tickle me when hugging me

- I can be a daydreamer at times, like I would get stuck in my own fantasy world when i shouldn't 😂😂

- I'm also a drama queen around my friends, I dont have a lot of them in real life because of some rumours that others spread, so i only have a close circle of friends i really treasure and would do anything for them

- I also tend to bottle up all my anger and negative thoughts, and would sometimes like explode on others even though I don't mean to

- Sometimes I don't really think before I say or act, which is why sometimes I can come off as a bit rude or unfeeling but it's just me and my impulsiveness 🤪

Fun Facts (i.e hobbies, likes and dislikes, etc.):

- i really love food, especially sweets (dark chocolate and dango is my life)

- i really hate horror movies (I'm usually pretty brave, but horror movies just get to me so much ergh) but i love chick flicks and adventure flims

- I'm also a hopeless romantic, which is why even little romantic gestures can make my heart flutter

- My hobbies are reading (adventure and fantasy are my favourite genres, but I'll read anything), writing and shooting (only air-rifle though)

- I used to be pretty athletic, I still am, but to a lesser extend now, because i injured my left knee playing volleyball in the past. It's on it's road to recovery, but it still hurts quite badly when i overexert myself.

- I love artic foxes and cats, dogs are too energetic for me 😅

- I'm also a sneaker hoarder and I love collecting and wearing sneakers hehe, heels are like torture devices for the feet i dont care even if they make me taller

- Coffee over tea anyday, no offense to peoples who like tea, but a fresh cup of brewed coffee is one of the best things in the world 😚

- I'm really terrible at drawing, I'm not gonna kid you. When i was younger, my art teacher threatened to fail me because im really terrible at drawing. 😂

- I'm also very injury-prone and a bit clumsy, which cuased me to have bruises occasionally

- Math is like hands down my worst subject, like really I can't math or physics to save my life, but I'm really good at biology and chemistry

Ahh it's kinda a bit long and tmi but I'm really looking forward to hesr what yout think! Stay happy and healthy 💖😚

I match you with Will!

Will knows what it is like to have rumors swirling around and not have a large group of friends. He knows better than to listen to the gossip mill and is more likely to see you for who you are. Upon first meeting you, he is intrigued. You are different from the others around him and are not afraid to be yourself.

He likes how possessive you are, he is possessive himself, and will love to monopolize your time. He isn’t one to be overly affectionate in public either and can respect your boundaries. He likes spending time with you, and, once you both click, the two of you can talk for hours. He likes your honest nature and finds you being an open book interesting. Many people tend to hide behind gestures or deceit, but you are open to those you are close with and this is something he values.

Will is immune to charms as well and knows when people are pretending to draw attention. He is very perceptive and prefers those who know who they are and do not put up airs. He likes that about you and admires how you are true to yourself.

Will has a way with words and will be there to help you when you have doubts over yourself. He likes the moments when you dress up, finds them a pleasant surprise, but likes your true self above all. He won’t let you ever doubt yourself and will be quick to remind you how much he loves you when you do.

He likes your passion and definitely needs someone who will give attention to his own needs. Will is a lonely person used to being on his own because people are intimidated by him, he needs a lover who can see him for who he is and will show him the affection he needs. You fit the description well.

All in all, the two of you click well together. He likes your openness and is not the kind of person to let the people around him turn him away. Your possessive nature and open nature draw him in right away and he finds you are just the person he needs for himself.

An alternative match would be Comte because he also would like how open you are, how you put others before yourself, and would not care about what anyone else thinks.

#thank you for 1000!#match ups #submission

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stilwaterskeeter · 5 years

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Lin Headcanons

Hello...I’m back again...still on my Lin bullshit....

This is fairly long...I am not sorry...it’s like 50% lesbian Lin stuff and 50% Johnny & Lin being bros because we were robbed of their apparently very close friendship. When Lin dies Julius comments that Johnny’s gonna take her death pretty hard and he’s gonna be calling for blood. And Johnny is the only one Lin lets give her shit, instead of picking a fight with him she just shoots back with just as much snark....

So anyways here’s my essay about how gay Lin is and how good of a friend Johnny is-

She’s never really tried hiding the fact that she likes girls, but she’s also never said it out loud

There’s some deep set anxiety about it and there’s still some plausible deniability if she never says it outright that she’s gay

She doesn’t keep it a secret like I said, but she’s also naturally a private person so regardless of how little she tries to hide it, not many people know

For the most part the only people who know she’s a lesbian is Johnny, Aisha, Dex, and Julius

Johnny,and Dex found out in high school, around the ages like 15-16

Johnny found out because one of his many girlfriends ultimately left him for Lin and he walked in on them making out like not even half a week after the girl left him

Dex found out because Johnny can’t keep his big mouth shut and also wasn’t aware he wasn’t supposed to go around telling people after he found out. He was just more focused on the fact that his girlfriend left him for Lin and that she didn’t even wait a week before going to Lin

He and Lin definitely got into a real solid fist fight over that

Johnny gets it, he let her get in her first few solid hits because he understands that she needs it and he probably deserved it

He wasn’t expecting that they would actually be a mostly equal match and him “letting her” quickly turned into her having the upperhand in a real fight

Ultimately, some teachers are what ended the fight. Johnny ended up with a black eye and a missing tooth, Lin ended up with her nose busted and a fractured knuckle

They still joke about it all the time, they just think it’s so funny that they beat the shit out of each other when they were 16

Julius finds out because that asshole fuckin knows Everything

He probably saw her at a club leaving with some random girl once and then brought it up to her the next day

”It’s dangerous getting attached to people when you’re representin’ yknow.”

”I don’t know what the fuck you’re talkin’ about, Julius.”

”Oh, I think you do. I’m talkin’ about that girl at the club last night.”

”....I don’t even remember her name, I’m not dragging a one night stand into my life.”

”Just makin’ sure, Lin.”

Aisha finds out because again Johnny can’t keep his mouth shut and apparently learned nothing from last time. Only this time Lin was in the room when it happened

They didn’t full on fight again but Lin did kick the shit out of his leg and knock him down

He just laughed and conceded that he again “probably deserved it”

Lin met Dex and Johnny in the 8th grade

Dex ever the stickler for rules, didn’t really get along with her all too well but she and Johnny got along like two peas in a pod and Dex was Johnny’s friend and she knows how important loyalties are so she doesn’t complain when he drags Dex into their schemes

Lin absolutely gives Dex hell though, she says it’s just teasing and that it’s all in good fun but if you asked Dex he’d tell you upfront that Lin was a fucking bully and made school rough some days

She doesn’t hate Dex, okay? She just thinks he needs to learn to live a little and lighten up

Johnny always stepped in if she was crossing a line though

She ranaway from home pretty early on at 14

Don’t get her wrong, she’s lived in Stilwater her whole life. But fuck her parents and older brother

It’s not like they chased after her when she left

She ended up living with Johnny’s family until she could get her own place. They’re exactly what you expect from the people who raised Johnny Gat

Troublesome, Anti-Authoritative, but they were Painfully Loyal and would probably take a bullet for any of each other and their friends

They didn’t really question Lin running away, they asked when she showed up what happened and if she wanted them to do something about her familt but she shrugged it off

”They aren’t gonna do shit, the past is in the past. I definitely can’t go back ever again now though.”

That was enough for them, Lin was part of the Gat family now

She bunked with Johnny, they’d have ridiculous and often dangerous competitions for who got the bed and who had to sleep on the floor every night

When she moved out on her, Johnny moved with her and they are the absolute worst living on their own and together

Who does the dishes? If you’re lucky Johnn did them like a week ago and there’s still one clean glass left, if you’re unlucky then they’ve broken half of their dishes already so have fun doing your shot out of a small bowl

How do they handle when the other brings home a one night stand? They lock the other out of the entire apartment and whoever gets locked out fuckin breaks in because “Fuck you it’s my apartment too! I do what I want!”

Lin dropped out of high school halfway through her senior year, a year after Johnny

The only reason she made it so far was because she wanted to one-up Johnny and was going to sit it out through graduation but got sick of it and decided she made it far enough to be able to hold it over Johnny that she lasted longer

Lin built her voxel almost completely on her own

She and Johnny would hang out in the scrapyard a lot and set up targets to shoot or chase each other around with airsoft guns. Once they started taking their drivers’ tests, Lin started working on a trashed car in the scrapyard while Johnny shot targets or gave her a hard time by shooting at her or shooting at the car and the parts

She also briefly worked at Rim Jobs over the summer as an apprentice under the mechanic

She hated it and she hated the mechanic and she hated how he treated her and all in all just hated everything about it

She tried toughening it out but gave up like 2 weeks in and called Johnny to come pick her up halfway into the day and left with all the money she could steal from the register and a new toolbox + some tools to replace the crappy ones she was using to work on the car before

She pretty much learned nothing new in those 2 weeks since the mechanic didn’t listen and believe that she already knew the basics, so as a result Lin is pretty much completely self taught

Julius wasn’t the one to recruit Lin into the Saints, unsurprisingly it was Johnny

He had joined in a heartbeat when Julius approached him and he immediately dragged Lin into it and telling Julius how much the Saints could benefit with her

Julius of course let her join, regardless of Johnny’s praise, he wanted as many people as possible joining

Needless to say he was impressed with Lin’s canonization

Lin thought it was fucking hilarious when she found fuckin Dexter Jackson rolling with the Saints

”Really? This guy? The teacher’s pet? The nark? The guy we had do our homework for us and cheated off of for tests?”

Dex hated it when Lin showed up, he had respect in the Saints and he knows damn well that Lin won’t care

He stands up for himself a lot more now though and Lin respects that

She stepped off some since clearly Dex knew what he was doing here and he wasn’t the pushover nerdy guy who hated fun anymore

Dex continued to hold his grudge against her though and refused to work with her as much as he could

Lin was no stranger to getting into fights with her own people

She wasn’t about to let people just go around and be casually sexist and racist and just all around douchebags to her, she got enough of that in high school and yeah she got into fights then too, but now she wasn’t gonna let anyone let shit slide

For a while a lot of the older Saints would send over the newer Saints under the impression that they could get an easy lay out of Lin just as their own sort of hazing

Eventually Lin and a few of the new guys caught on and Lin would instead pick a fight with the guys who sent the newbie over or the newbies would just refuse

#saints row #saints row lin #lin sr #johnny gat #dex jackson #aisha #julius little

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just-homo-thingsxd · 5 years

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Resentment (Endeavor x Male Reader Pt 4)

The darkness lingered for so long. Seeping into your thoughts and feeling, The only reason you knew you were still alive was that you still felt everything deep in your heart. Why did things have to be this way? Things just couldn't go right for once, could they? Ever since you were little things were always out of your control, and they never ended well...

"He did what Mr. Finagi?"

"There was an altercation at recess with your child here and another one. Your son broke his nose and sprained the other boys wrist. This behavior is not acceptable Mr. L/N"

Covered in scrapes and bruises you turned your face away from your father and mother. You weren't ashamed of what you did. He was the class bully, and no one stood up to him. So you took it upon yourself to bring him down to size. While it wasn't easy he was heavier so he wasn't nearly as mobile as you were. So it was because of your agility that you were able to knock him down by twisting his wrist, causing him to fall down and get a few face punches in. That's when the teachers finally noticed what was going on. The air on the playground was that of silent thanks. They couldn't say anything, but they were thankful that he would finally stop. Maybe.

"Of course Sir, I'm sorry. Y/N? What do you say when you do something wrong?"

"sorry"

"What was that?"

"I'm sorry, for standing up for my classmates."

Your dad was visibly tense, but was distracted by what Mr. Finagi, the principle said.

"While what you did was entirely wrong, we were trying to help Jordan realize that his anger and aggression was not supposed to be taken out on other people. Much less in school. I'm sure your classmates are thankful, but that's not the way to deal with your problems. Hatred only breeds more hatred."

"I apologize, Mr. Finagi."

You stood and bowed your head to him.

"Legally, we have to suspend him for 3 days. Had he not broken a bone, or if it was self defense there would be some leniency."

He said looking to your father and mother.

"Of course sir, we understand."

Your mother said.

"You three are okay to leave. I hope you can resolve this at home, and try not to be too hard on him. At the end of the day he was doing what he thought was right, just not in the right way. I'll see you Monday, Y/N. Meet me here in the morning before class so we can chat, okay?"

You nodded and followed your parents out the door. They were quiet until you got in the car.

"What the hell was that about? I should not be getting calls from the school about you misbehaving, AND I have to leave work to deal with your bullshit? I don't think so."

"Dad it's not like I hurt someone who was innoc-"

"Shut. The fuck. Up. You don't speak unless spoken to. You're old enough to understand that right? Then again, you act like a child and do what you think is right? YOU DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD AND NOTHING ELSE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

With trembling hands and a shaky voice you responded.

"Y..Yes father."

It took all your 7 year old resolve to not burst into tears. You already knew that would make things worse.

"I've told you once and I'll only repeat myself one more goddamn time. You don't stick out, so don't try to change it. The fact that I have to explain that again fucking infuriates me."

When you got home, that was the first, unfortunately not the last time dad, as he put it. 'Disciplined you.' After that he started to drink. His breath always reeked of booze, and that was when he was the most violent. You always caught the brunt of it. Ever since the beginning of your life it was always pain. It followed you through life. It appeared misery loved you and was clingy. Floating through this darkness just made all your worst memories come back to you. Maybe this was hell. Not quite what you envisioned, but hell nonetheless.

"Stay strong, Y/N. I know you can pull through. You're strong, I've always admired that about you."

Endeavor? How could he be talking to you? Oh.. Maybe it was just what you wanted to hear. The brain is a powerful thing, so it isn't that surprising you'd hear what you needed to.

"Please. I'll be here for you, until you wake up."

That.. that was genuinely him, wasn't it..? He was wrong. You tried your best to be strong, but it never worked out. Left and right you were shut down. Maybe dad was right..

"He speaks highly of you, in all my years of working for him I've never heard him do that."

Now Leonard?

"You're special to him."

He just praised you. Maybe you were special to him? If only you could wake up and talk to him. Your body felt like it was floating, and none of your muscles responded to your will. You were trapped. Encased in a prison of broken and battered flesh. How becoming of a broken and battered soul, it only made sense the two would connect. You struggled to regain control of yourself. It felt as if you were paralyzed, and you were entirely numb. You started with trying to move your finger tips. Slowly you regained control of them, and were able to move them.

"COME HERE YOU -hic- LITTLE SHIT."

One of the worst scenes of your life replayed. Your dad had just come home entirely trashed. After taking the last gulp of his booze he stormed towards you.

"What the fuck old man? GO AWAY YOU DRUNK BASTARD."

In a fit of rage he ran forward and smashed the bottle over your head. The broken glass shards stabbed into your skin. Crying out in pain you pushed him off and ran away.

"FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!"

Your body jolted up and was immediately hit with a wave of nausea. You immediately fell back down. Your body was shaking entirely and you felt extremely cold.

"Hey, hey relax buddy. Look at me."

Endeavor placed one hand on your chest and the other on your arm. Doing his best to keep it steady without pinning you entirely.

"Can you look at me in the eyes?"

You nodded.

"Do you feel my hand on your chest?"

It took a moment for the feeling to register, but once again you nodded.

"What I need you to do is to take deep breaths. 4 seconds in and 3 seconds out. Can you do that for me 4 times?"

You obliged with his commands. The more breaths you took in and out. You could feel your body relaxing, and warming up slowly. After a few additional breaths you looked to him. Exhausted, but thankful.

"How'd you know how to deal with me?"

He simply shrugged.

"Just did what felt natural."

Suddenly the pain along your body came back, as you tried to relax more you noticed that the right side of your face was entirely bandaged.

"Oh yeah.... I forgot what even happened for a moment there. I was so distracted."

He shuffled a bit.

"You.. were having a nightmare right?"

You really hoped you didn't say that stuff out loud.

"You woke up yelling 'Fuck you, Asshole.' You were mumbling a lot as well. It woke me up, I was worried about you."

Staring solemnly you looked at the foot of the bed. You didn't want to meet his eyes. It would be easier to not see anyone while speaking the entire truth to him. There was no point in hiding it anymore.

"My father and mother never cared much for me as long as I can remember. My dad would constantly hit me, claiming it was discipline. The worst it ever got was when he smashed a beer bottle on my head. Meanwhile my mom just constantly put me down, telling me I should just listen to him and he'll stop. She was wrong, it didn't matter. He hated me. I wasn't what he wanted in a son. He wanted a big strong man who worked hard and never had fun."

You paused for a moment. Letting Enji settle. The room grew at least 20 degrees hotter while you were speaking. You were starting to sweat.

"So I left when I was 18. I don't want anything to do with them. They're the reason I have the problems I do."

There was a knocking at the doorway.

"Mr. L/N. Your parents are here,"

God must've been against you entirely. It was on queue, and the timing was impeccable. Endeavor quickly shut his flames off and tensed up.

"Hey, honey, how are you doing?"

You turned away and faced the window.

"I can't feel half my face, my ankle is numb. I'm exhausted, and annoyed I'm missing work. All in all. Pretty good."

Were you not in a public place your father would have thrown a fit at your sass.

"I'm sorry. That was quite a silly question."

She stepped in and your dad followed suit. Her attention turned towards the man in the corner.

"Oh! Hello, I'm his mother and you are?"

It seemed she had no idea that it was Endeavor, your dad didn't bat an eye either. No surprise there. They didn't pay attention to hero stuff.

"I'm a friend of his from high school. Nice to meet you both."

It took dad all of his willpower to seem even slightly concerned.

"You holding up?"

With a shrug you stayed turned away.

"I don't know. Ask the bandages."

He puffed up his chest a bit.

"Why are you always like this?"

With a glare as sharp as a dagger could hope to be you turned towards him.

"I'm not in the mood. If you're just going to argue with me get out. I was nearly killed last night so sorry if I'm in a bitter mood."

Your mom stepped in.

"Seriously honey, he's trying to recover."

He grunted and crossed his arms.

"It wouldn't hurt you to show some respect."

Blood started pumping through your veins, and you crunched your hand into a fist tightly.

"Like you know how to do that? I know what this is about. Since you're my parents and I don't have anyone else to turn to I fall on your hands. Neither of you want to be here."

Mom seemed slightly hurt by the knives you jabbed into them. Dad on the other hand seemed unphased.

"I'll be outside."

Dad stepped out quickly. Most likely not wanting to cause a scene.

"Why must you always argue with him?"

"Oh I don't know. He only beat me mercilessly when I was a fucking child."

"He wasn't himself! That was when he was using achohol."

"I have a question for you."

"What is it?"

"Why?"

She paused for a moment.

"Why what?"

"Why did you let him hurt me? I'm your son, and you let dad beat me. For Christs sake you were there when he broke the bottle over my fucking head and you did nothing! Only after I started bleeding and crying did you drive me to the hospital. STOP ACTING LIKE YOU WEREN'T JUST AS RESPONSIBLE AS HE WAS. YOU SIT THERE AND ACT LIKE YOUVE DONE NOTHING WRONG. LIKE YOU'RE THIS PERFECT MOM WHO'S NEVER MADE A MISTAKE IN HER LIFE.... How can you live with yourself, watching a child be abused and feel nothing?"

That last bit had been building up inside you for years. It was always a question you wanted to ask. Instead of answering the question she just stared. Dumbfounded by what you had to say. She started to tear up and stepped out.

"I wish you had never been born. You're so ungrateful."

You could feel every pump of your heart in your skull. It should hurt more to hear that, but at this point you knew deep down that they both knew, and meant that. After taking a moment to calm down, your father stormed back in.

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY TO HER? YOU JUST MADE YOUR OWN MOTHER BREAK DOWN IN TEARS!"

You had completely forgotten, but Endeavor was still in the corner. Listening to all of this.

"ENOUGH."

His tone completely shut dad up. He turned to him, with a frown.

"Who even are you? Why would you be friends with this fuck-up?"

"Silence."

"What are you going to do about it? Anything you do to me I'll just dish back to your friend here when I take him home."

"SIL-ENCE"

The shift in Endeavors demeanor was something you'd never witnessed before. He was fuming, completely lost in his anger. He stepped towards your dad who took a step back.

"I'm taking him home. You will not touch him. You will not speak to him, and you will listen. Otherwise you're answering to me."

"Oh, of course my son would be a faggo-"

His mouth was gripped and almost crushed immediately as Endeavor finally lost it. His flames came roaring out around his face. The edges of his flames were blue. Something you'd never seen before.

"Shut. The Fuck. Up. You'll listen to me and you'll listen good. You've damaged you're own flesh and blood too much. I'm not going to let you lay another hand on him. You're his father, and you should've acted like it. You're a disappointment to humanity, and you're the fuck-up here. He graduated from U.A even with all the mental abuse you put him through. What have you done with your life? You're pathetic."

Endeavor was lost in his rage entirely, but you could tell everything he was saying was genuine. With flames threatening to burst out of his hands he spoke once more.

"Get. Out. Now, fucker."

With what sounded like a whimper your father immediately ran out of the room. You stare, completely in awe at what you just saw. Not only that, you were petrified. For once you actually felt intimidated by him. You were scared to even move a muscle, that included breathing. After what seemed like an eternity his flames calmed down and disappeared. Turning back to you with a solemn expression.

"I'm sorry.. I just.. I wanted to protect you this time. I know it wasn't my place to step in your family affairs, but I couldn't just sit there and let something else bad happen to you and not be able to help."

So. That's what the sudden outburst was from. He was already frustrated with what happened and not being there at the park.

"I-it's fine Enji, thank you."

He looked at you quizzically.

"Aren't you even effected slightly by this?"

You shook your head.

"I'm used to it. Lived with it for 18 years."

He frowned and looked down, taking a few steps closer to you he wrapped you up in his arms and rested his head on your shoulder.

"I'm really sorry."

"Why are you sorry? The number two hero just came to my aid when I needed him most. Is that something to apologize for?"

"Y/N..."

"Seriously, I'm the one who should be apologizing. I'm the reason you even experienced that in the first place."

"That's right!"

He pulled away from the hug and he smacked the top of your head roughly. Not the bandaged side. He wasn't a monster.

"YOU MORON!!"

"Ouch- hitting a poor decrepit man like me, fufufu how shameful!"

"You're going to get hit again if you push it, boy."

Yikes. Message received.

"So what happened exactly?"

You told him what happened the entirety of the day and the night. Leaving out the conversation with Leonard of course. He was taking notes, no doubt for the police or for his own investigation perhaps. There was something that didn't seem to add up though. Why didn't that person with the evil hand walk through the portal? He would have easily killed you. Did they want you to live? Why? Too tired to think you relax yourself back on the bed while Endeavor asks some more questions. After he's done you ask something that came to mind.

"How long have you been here Endeavor?"

"You were placed in in Intensive Care at 8:30pm last night. So, since then I guess."

"It's like, the next day? You need to go home and take care of business man."

Endeavor shook his head back and forth.

"I'll leave tonight, when you go to sleep. I can't leave you, not now."

You had to turn your face away from him in fear of him seeing the huge blush plastered on the left side of your face.

"Thank you, Enji."

Endeavor nodded his head and after that small talk ensued. Thankfully your boss saw what kind of state you were in so you didn't have to worry about explaining why you wouldn't be there. As night drew closer exhaustion was nagging at your eyelids.

"Well, it's getting late. I should get going."

"Thanks for keeping me company."

"Don't mention it. I like spending time with you."

"Really?"

"I have no reason to lie to you, Y/N"

You honestly felt a little embarrassed with asking that question. You knew he enjoyed the time we had together. You did as well, probably even more than him.

"Hey, you still with me?"

Jumping slightly you nodded and scratched the back of your head.

"Y-yeah sorry. I must be more tired than I thought."

"Well take it easy for tonight. I'll drop by as much as I can. I might be a little bit too busy for tomorrow but the day after that I should be fine."

"How long am I going to be in here?"

"Estimated time was about 5 days. Depending on your stamina. You were out cold last time, but Recovery Girl did stop buy to help you regenerate a bit. Since your wounds were so severe."

That feeling of your skin decaying came back to you, causing you to shudder.

"Get some rest, you're safe."

Those simple words helped you relax almost immediately. As relaxed as you could be in a hospital bed. How disfigured would your face be after this? Ugh. No point in stressing about it.

"Goodnight Enji."

"Sweet dreams, Y/N. See you soon."

#endeavor #endeavor x reader #bnha endeavor #mha endeavor #fanfiction #fanfic #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #malexmale #male reader

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thestudyfeels · 6 years

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Now, before you throw your outdated iPhone 4 in the trash and dip, all I ask for is a chance. Tada! That’s it! A chance is all I need to prove that math can truly be fascinating (did reading that make you puke just a little?)

Frankly, I’m not very good at intros. But I am good at math, so let’s jump right in, shall we?

The logic behind the dislike of math is actually ridiculous. It’s a myth. A bigger one than Medusa. Well, at least she had an excuse - those cringey snake hair (tbh, I'm more turned off than scared by them).

And usually, more often than not, this myth has been passed down through our grown-ups, be it parents, a sibling, or some random guy eating burnt popcorn (the guy version of me) at school, because of which they are even the more accepted.

“Math is boring.” “What’s dx, dy anyway? Since when does the alphabet mix in with numbers? They smashed?” Here. Pause and take a moment to think about why you hate math. And also what kind of people you're hanging out with.

Your answer might be something like “because I don’t understand it”. But that’s not the ONLY reason. It’s more of something, say, you never made the effort to understand it. And why was that? Because, heck! Our seniors told us math was going to suck before we even began doing it. They have to be right, RIGHT?

The hate has been coming down since generations. Do you realize now who is to blame? Not math. It’s Adam. He got stuck at 3+3 and started all this drama. Geez, Adam.

In order to truly enjoy doing math, learn to respect + love it. Or, at least have sympathy for it (math has suffered enough, mate. He deserves to get laid too).

All the love, respect, and eye-roll provoking stuff automatically comes when you break a false belief, create a new one in its place, and take hell-bent-for-glory kind of action. This, in fact, is one of the most popular ways in the self-help department of bringing out your inner conqueror (see book recs: here) but we’re going to use it for math. Yay!

To not freak you out, let’s break it into three itsy-bitsy steps. Three steps to loving math, I got you homie. (Also, welcome to the clickbait life, we killin’ it out here.)

STEP ONE: BREAK YOUR LAME-ASS BELIEFS ALREADY, EMILY.

Here’s stepping into psychology 101. The subconscious mind, which began interacting since the moment you were born, picks up beliefs that may or may not be true. It isn’t the judge (perhaps the reason why we are effed up). Your conscious mind, the real judge, only becomes fully mature when you hit puberty and become a desperate hoe. But unfortunately, it’s late to the party. By that time, your subconscious mind is already the prom queen.

Cutting this short, the beliefs that the subconscious mind gathers, they become our truths. Even when they really aren’t. It’s sad but true.

For instance, if you saw your father struggling with accounts or your sis forgetting what tables were, then your subconscious mind might have assumed: ‘math is difficult’, ‘math needs memorizing’, ‘math leads to crying and pain’, ‘eff math’.

Taking action:

Here’s how to get rid of these false beliefs. Journal subconsciously. This means without a stop, without cuts or edits, in a flow. Next, take up each belief and understand that it was just there for providing comfort and safety (yes, we only hold onto beliefs if they give us something in return. Saying math was difficult probably gave Em an excuse not to take action. It generated sympathy and the teacher might’ve offered his free time for extra coaching).

Then, thank those false beliefs (DO NOT turn this into a self-loathing assignment) for providing that comfort and do that “shoo” motion with your hand. It’s time they ran along. Sounds absurd and simple right? It is that simple. Once you make the decision to let go of your old, fake beliefs, they really do leave you for good. Try it out.

STEP TWO: WELCOME THE NEW-NEW, SHINY BELIEFS.

Next up, we go belief shopping. I assume that if you’re reading this, your conscious mind has already come into play. If not… well, hello there kiddo! The shopping cart is not a go-kart, so please stop swinging it around, and yes, Santa is real, you get to keep that belief, but all the other ‘truths’ mommy spoon-fed you? They may or may not be. Finding out is your homework for today (welcome to my class. I teach life, sons).

Taking action:

In this step, you take up each notion and mould it into something newer, truthier (yes this is an actual word even if it sounds like Greek), and shinier. Say, for example, Emily got sick of flunking math and decided to take action (thank you for doing that, Emily. Honestly). Here’s what her journalling would look like:

“I feel dumb while doing math. It’s too difficult for me.”

This becomes: “I’ve been holding a grudge against math since childhood which blind sighted me. This time I'll give it a chance.”

“Math involves difficult calculations, which is way out of my league. For me, getting that Cali guy's number would be easier than pulling up my math grade.”

This becomes: “Through action, and not screwing around, any shit is possible. A math grade is nothing.” Also, I heard, that guy, Liam? He’s gay. Might as well go on a date with math.

This practice does sound a bit silly, but trust me, the more willing you are, the more easily will you be able to conquer math. #SaveMath.

STEP THREE: TAKE HELL-BENT-FOR-GLORY ACTION

Now that the belief breaking and making part is over, here’s the most important one. To do the goddamn math. *Drumroll*

See, nothing comes without the good ol’ hard work. That’s a fact. In the words of Lilly Singh (who is a total queen and an appreciator of cute puppies and good memes) - “The universe respects your changing of fake values for better ones. However, it respects a good hustle even more.” To get better at math, it’s important to actually do it.

Who’s excited?! *crickets chirping*

Ahem, ok. Here are my tips to get better at it:

Practice.

Math doesn’t even require making notes. Instead, it requires continuous practice. Set aside time to do, say, 10 sums every day, and build up on that. Turn it into a habit so it becomes second nature.

Understanding which way works better.

The fun part about math is that a single sum can be done in ten different ways. 2+2 can be either done by adding two choco chip cookies with two more, or you can just multiply 2 with 2 [ as 2(1+1) = 2(2) = 4 ]. Obviously, the latter works better when you have huge numbers because I know you’re broke and can’t afford cookies (same) and are way too old to go hunting for the cookie jar in your mom's kitchen. Plot twist though, this understanding, again, only comes from practice. So get down to it already.

Increase your speed but don’t compromise on accuracy.

It’s exactly what the title says. What fun is it if mom takes up the entire day to count out the cookies? And then ends up giving you one less cookie than you wanted? It’s the same with doing math. This again comes from practice so…*evil laugh*

Other quick tips (because I like tiny bullet points):

Don’t use calculators. Stop depending on it and use your mind for once (assuming it isn’t already filled with cat memes).

Get yo’self a timer. Compete with time. If you’re a highly competitive person like me, this will motivate you to work harder and get better.

Every time you see two 2 digit numbers at the same place, (say a car’s no. plate: 2312) add, multiply, and subtract the numbers IN YOUR HEAD. This will improve your basic calculation speed. So 23+12= 35. 23-12=11. 23*12=276. [ as 23(10+2)= 230+46 ].

You can find other tips about math by scrolling through my math tag: (x) (x)

Practice. There’s really no way around that.

Here are some related masterposts if you want to read more:

Conquering biology by yours truly

The math masterpost by @acadehmic

Math resources and links by @ashleigh-studies

Want instant motivation? Here’s my #ThursdayPickup!

Well, it’s a wrap! I post new articles every week (the schedule’s here) so you can follow me if you are into killing the game & conquering life. I’ll do my best to help you in the tough yet amazing journey called life. ✨

If you want to go thru my blog, I would rec picking your choice of post from my masterpost list! Or, if you want to read something insightful on your cosy afternoon while chilling under blankets, I would rec reading one of my interviews. Feeling spoilt for choices? Here’s another! If you want to implement the ideas I share in my masterposts by taking action, take on one of my challenges! + you can also request a blog post! For that, leave your question in my ask box.

I hope you are well, stay strong and conquer life, you conqueror.

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hedonssippingseagrams · 6 years

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Fic Rec List

I am BIGLY procrastinating so I thought I’d spend some time compiling a fic rec list. Not comprehensive, or in any order. These are just the ones that I re-read or have made me lose my shit. Most of them are ones we’ve all read, but hey... You never know. If you don’t see one that you love on here, send me it! I may have missed some great things.

Barn Burner by campholmes - Hockey butches who hate each other turned girlfriends. There is something magic about this story for me. Maybe it’s the way it’s from Katya’s pov but I can clearly see each of Trixie’s thoughts because I’ve had them before and it’s like watching myself but through the eyes of someone who just wanted to eat Trixie’s ass this whole time.

They Don’t Make Em like They Do in the Coutry by yekaterina - Look, let’s just pause and say that half of this list is going to be yekaterina and campholmes but I’m not going to apologize for that. This one features a big age difference with the youngest of them being 30 (I, for one, am tired of reading about 20 somethings falling in love, she says as she fully has a fic about that) and a buzzed headed Trixie who inherited her daddy’s bee farm. Katya works at public radio and is written like a muggle version of Prof Trelawney and I’d quit my job to follow her anywhere.

Vegasboud and Down by yekaterina - Look, I’m showing some serious self control to only have this third on the list. I love this fic so much that it’s actually embarrassing. (No, really. My no drag knowledge friend got me a chocolate semi truck because when I got drunk at her house all I talked about was Big T. In my defense, chapter 2 had just dropped.) This fic features a nasty big dumb truck driver, a broken yet tough and witty erotic dancer, and an adorable rat pup. I can’t even talk about it because while I may be procrastinating, we’d be here all night.

Sandpaper by UNHhhh - Het sex? In my fic list? Yep. This shit is the hottest thing I’ve ever read. But besides that, it’s so well written, the descriptions are refreshing and vivid and sometimes I get lost in my re-reads because I’m fascinated by the small details the author has included.

Double Lines by UNHhhh - domestic pregnant trixie really gets me going. This fic gives me baby fever and I hate it for that but otherwise it’s sooo good. The little nickname in there thrills me. It all thrills me. The relationship is so strong and their fight they have in the middle just... it’s so good. I’m knocked out of words thinking about it.

We’ll take a pause from the holy trinity of authors and explore my other recommendations, but if you haven’t read every single work by those three authors then you’re wrong.

Honey and Yarrow by katyazeroni - First, A+ for that author name. Second, this is so adorable and cute but also manages to be raunchy and realistic when you’d almost least expect it. If every tumblr post about wanting a lesbian girlfriend got compiled into one fluffy little present featuring cacti, it’d be this. I love it.

I found a fox, caught by dogs by whenyourhairisalsoahood - This fic has actually changed me as person, no hyperbole. You’ve got yoga teacher katya (but she’s so much more than that in this story) dating a lighting tech Trixie. You’ve got accurate portrayals of past addictions, you’ve got cunty with a heart of gold Violet, you’ve got fisting. This fic has helped me find things within myself that are strong and good, it’s opened my mind to gender roles and where I’d like to ideally fall in them, it’s given me a new kink. It’s so wonderful and I cannot recommend it enough.

Powdermill Lane by silvervelour - I’m a slut for any fic that takes place in the 90s and opens to a beach bonfire. This toys around with lost love that’s never truly lost and the idea that a small town doesn’t have to be a prison. It’s so much NOT a cliche that it’s jarring at first. I’ll admit, I read it slowly because it always went where I least expected. And I loved that. It’s beautiful and it feels like the type of fic to read while laying on the couch on a Sunday afternoon.

Take Off Your Pink Cowboy Boots by silvervelour - There are some authors that you can tell what they’ve experienced (or not) by how they write their fics. And I can tell you that silvervelour has been in a life changing kind of love. Their fics about Sashea are equally beautiful and soft and slow and calm, so go read those as well. This one is about famous Trixie and back up dancer Katya and for once it’s Katya taking care of Trixie, which is so sweet and kind. I love it, I love love.

For All The Honest World to Feel by daremebyday - First, I don’t like non-aus very much, but this one is beyond. Second, I’m not sure I’m caught up on this because I had to stop reading because Trixie’s depression was hitting too close to home. But it’s smart and beautiful and cuts deep and I respect daremebyday so much for writing this.

Two Roads Diverged by artificiallale - 13 Going on 30 meets Trixie Mattel. This one in particular has consumed many a text message thread. It’s only 2 chapters in, but it’s one to keep your eye on.

Little Plastic Castle by artificiallale - Let’s do a little lale streak, eh? This one’s cute and sweet and can be read in a quick sitting. I’m a sucker for bakery aus and this little surprise about Katya’s identity was adorable to watch unfold.

A Ticket to Anywhere by artificiallale - This is the good shit. I love an unreliable narrator and Katya is a plain dumbass in this. Plus there’s a subplot that really makes it worth the read.

Girls Like Dollies and Wingwomen by artificiallale - If you like high school fics, here, drink your juice. If not, no biggie. I’ve stopped reading them, but I liked these when I first got into the fandom. GLD is cute because I love me a good “but I can’t be gay!” story line and WW is cute because it feels like Glee fanfic and I’m trash.

LoveShack by mallstars - Bitch. This is it. This is my shit. Amber and I will text all damn day about these idiots. Remember that one house at college that was the party house of your crew and it sometimes feels like a liminal space when you think back on it? Welcome to this fic. (Shout out to Billy and Ryan’s house on West End and special shout out to the bathroom across from Alex’s room where I gave my first oral.)

A Patch of Heaven by miss_squid - Katya in a suit and Trixie in an ugly bridesmaids dress spend a weekend together. This is cotton candy cute.

When the Sun Comes Up by planecrashdreams - I wish this had finished, but I’m putting it in because it’s good stuff. Urequited (well, requited yet not acted on. Well, acted on but never mentioned again) love. It’s non-au, but I love me a good heart break every now and then.

There’s Beauty in a Work in Progress by acactusandalily - I’ll admit, I’m not sure about this one yet. I’m intrigued as hell and I love Trixie so much in it, but Katya has me a little worried, as do the tags. Guarding my heart with this until it develops, but I trust this author to give me a happy ending.

Hello? by chantiemaya - GUYS. What was I doing putting this so low?!? A cheating fic DONE CORRECTLY?!? What. I love infidelity fics because I love seeking validation for my past mistakes but this one is great. It also consumed many a text message between Amber and I as we wondered what Joe was going to do.

Every Other Freckle by missbinch - This reminds me of a favorite fic I read in another fandom. Trixie is Katya’s assistant, Katya is unhappily married to a senator. It’s well written and sweet and gives me butterflies. Currently on hiatus/unfinished.

Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now by trixyaas - You may be thinking to yourself, this is a lot of lesbian fic with zero historical or period pieces. You’re welcome. This is a 1915 fresh off the boat Katya working at Trixie, I’m sorry Beatrice’s daddy’s mansion. She’s about to be promoted to Trixie’s personal maid and spoiler alert Trixie is also a lesbian. What sort of hijinks could ensue?

Five Foot Three by thesemovingparts - Another college fic, this time featuring But I Can’t Be Gay Trixie Mattell, now with Added Trauma. The big part of this that makes me fall in love is that it features my girlfriend Chicago. My friend (the same one who bought the semi truck) has read this because she went to Columbia College and we both love it a lot.

Troika by spoky - abandoned but so worth reading the first few chapters for the laugh. Guys, Trixie... and Alaska... are dating. And ask... Katya... to top. I’m wheezin.

Weak by knox - And now we’re fully delving in to non-trixya territory. This one is violet/katya/trixie poly relationship and I’m pretty sure if you chant that phrase three times into a mirror, I appear. It’s damn good.

To the Sickle and Back by aphistas - Soulmate au, violet/katya. Takes place during season 7 filming. This fic shook me to my core and I love it to pieces.

Strawberry Moon by vrginsacrifice - You know those movies that are so so so good until the end and you get so mad and you rewatch them to see if anything could have told you that it’d end so bad and you go online to see if there’s an alternate ending or a director’s cut? Anyway, read Strawberry Moon. Violet and Trixie compete for Katya’s love, but Katya is maybe to selfish to deserve either of them.

Something Borrowed by artificialjazz and Missbianca - THIS FIC IS MY LIFE. My life and my blood and my oxygen. Spoiled little courtney comes home to find a new wife to be Willam in her house. They end up fucking. They end up in love. The wedding is still on.

Strawberry Daquiri by missbianca - I love witney and I especially love witney in Willam’s pov. I especially love witney in Willam’s pov when they get the voice right for him. This is perfect and sweet and sad but then happy!

More Than I’m Supposed To by missbianca - one more witney because i fucking love witney okay someone needs to write more please

Possibly, Maybe by pichitinha - Coffee Shop AU with the sweetest little plot I’ve ever seen in my life. Cavities. This has suspense and drama and everything is exactly right for a fluff piece. I’m currently really behind in the thing I’m procrastinating on and even skimming this made my anxiety disappear for a minute. It’s good.

Sk8er Girl by Squeaky Pink - Look, I hate reccing things on AQ because it’s impossible to find anything, but this is adorable and I miss this author. HS au, bad girl Katya, good girl Trixie. What more could you want?

Unlikely and Set Up by Spoky - This is Alaska/Kim Chi fic and that’s really all you need to know to get you to click. Adorable and short.

Art and Anatomy by Pink Shrooms - an oldie but a goodie. College roommates, trans Katya, pee kink, seriously good love. I can’t recall much about it as my list gets further and further, but I know it deserves to be here.

Dina’s Fun Aunt by Ellen Thwoorp - Look, this was one of the first fics I read and it still holds up to this day. It’s adorable kindergarten teacher trixie with eccentric russian katya. Trixie’s closeted, Katya is a woman in love.

Willam Fixes Everything by Mistress - Oh, yall wanted a twist? Willam/Trixie with some eventual Trixya. Short and sweet, could read in less time than it’d take Willam to make 200 dollars, and it’ll leave you smiling.

Welcome to the Dollhouse by fryshook - This whole thing reads like I’m high and I love it. Violet and Trixie have a weirdly tumultuous past and are hanging out when Katya sends them a video of him jerking off? I don’t know man but this thing brings me so much joy. It’s one-liner after one-liner.

Alright, back to the good stuff.

Busted Saddles by UNHhhh - Do you ever find yourself liking the aesthetics of brokeback moutain but you want lesbians? You’re in luck! There’s a moment where trixie rides a bike in yellow pedal pushers for a several miles just to bring katya a pie (and then she rides katya and eats her pie, yaknowwhatimean) (I’m getting delirious why did I take this task on.) But yeah this is a great fic I love it I love cowgirl Katya I love any fic that has a pick up truck because I’m southern trash.

Women’s Liberation is a Lesbian Plot by campholmes - Did you see Milk once in college? You’ll probably like this. All jokes aside, this is a lovely and beautiful story. You can tell the author has done her research (which can be said about everything she writes) and it’s really easy to visualize the girls and their personalities.

The Right Allocations by campholmes - Yeeeeaaahhhh. I don’t even know. I love this song, I love this idea, I love this fic. Fucking Katya in shoulderpads borrowing a pen from Brian Firkus’s gay ass who then proceeds to have the best day of his life. How does the baseline from the song play in your head the whole time you’re reading? That’s good writing.

A Philosophical Anthology of Fucking by campholmes - First, im not just listing all of her fics here, but I am choosing my favorites to discuss. Let me live. Second, Trixie as a needy little bartender to Katya’s Judith Butler gig? It’s all I want. This phrase: “Katya is certain she’s complimented almost constantly, and she’s glad for it. She deserves it.” tells you everything you need to know and it’s such a good story.

Are You Good? by campholmes - You knew it was coming. It’s so good though! Sugar mama fic at it’s finest, with a really good fight in there at the end. Plus, some of the smut in here is insane.

Rose Soap by campholmes - 70s lesbians. Weed. Bell bottoms. Falling in love. This list making has made me realize that I love fics with giant fights in them that bring them closer together. After I read this I bought rose scented lotion so I could smell Trixie. Hey, im gay whats up .

Glasnost by campholmes - Okay. But this one is too good. It shouldn’t even be on this list. This should be in a museum. Two Russians fall in love in the worst time in Russia, but Katya is too stubborn and selfish to be an active participant in their love. Huge fight. Yuge. I remember when it came out, I was texting up a storm about it. We took sides. (I think Trixie was right, no doubt.) I am patiently waiting for the last installment to see how the girls settle it all. Do not read with vodka or you’ll die trying to keep up with Katya.

Belle Femme by campholmes - This was one of the first fics I read in the fandom and I am so happy that it was. The first few paragraphs hit home in a way that was and still is so jarring that I had to screen shot them and send them to fellow teacher friends.

Cactus and Lily by campholmes - remember that time Two Birds came out and we all fell debilitatingly in love with trixie? Campholmes wrote a fic about it.

Perestroika by campholmes - It’s too late in this to include reaction gifs but the blinking guy belongs here. So you’ve got little baby drags Trixie, still tight with Trannika and Kim, still pudgy and hasnt buzzed his head yet. Then you’ve got baby drags Katya who suddenly has to host Trixie in her apartment and Trixie falls in love with her HArD and then suddenly when your heart is so full you’re only at the end of chapter one?? And you get to see Trixie go to the Race and Katya transition and they like become adults with lives and each other and its all just magic.

*cracks knuckles* These next four are all just one chapter each but please listen when I tell you that it is all worth it. Just read them, subscribe to them, and when beatricemattel wants to grace us with their gifts, you’ll be rewarded.

Dinner’s Ready by yekaterina - hahaha so this was a concept that used to get mentioned right when I started following beatricemattel but I was never sure if I’d see it. Boy howdy. This is... unsatisfied housewife katya who drinks too much wine and loathes her life meets pink prim proper avon (mary kay?) lady trixie and somehow i swear to god you can look at the words, there’s no written tension but you FEEL IT because ao3 user yekaterina is not a real person who speaks and writes english like the rest of us, they are a messiah that has been granted to us

Pretty in Pink by yekaterina - You know that fuzzy pink sweater of trixie’s? This idiot wrote an entire fic about it. That’s it, really. I have the biggest heart eyes for this fic and soft sweaters and sticky little children who hide in libraries.

Here Comes Your Man by yekaterina - DILF brian. Daddy Brian with his daughter Jolene and his pink ass pants show up to a Valentines day party to meet this frumpy yet gorgeous woman and she realizes that he’s a D she’d L to F. dilf daddy brian. I can’t stop saying those words because they feel so right.

In Deep Trouble by yekaterina - Here’s a fun fact about me. I had my first wet dream after watching Whip It with ellen page. This fic is a roller derby fic. Katya seems intimidated by Trixie which is just my type of shit.

Well, that’s all folks. It’s 1:44 am here, my alarm goes off at 5:30 and I haven’t done any of the shit I need to do before work tomorrow! Punch me in the motherfucking face, am I right?

But I hope you find something new in this list to bring you joy. Send me things you think I’d like that aren’t on here. (Friendly Fire is on my list to read, I promise!)

#this was a labor of love

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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Doctor Snoop Dogg

I hereby declare this to you.

Kid Rock wrote it for all of us.

Here is this story.

Kenny Rogers was a human sex trafficker.

He attempted to rape me 36 times. Alex was gonna take him out. I said "this isn't a job for you because you're my husband. It makes it unqualified for war"

"Is it snoop then?"

"If he's a black man Then I say he's qualified."

"Well I'll tube him"

"Tell him to bring the Black Panthers. NYC, Chicago and New Orleans"

"Why that many?"

"Because it hurts so much"

"There's children involved isn't there?"

"More than one. I need the Black Panthers from San Diego, too. San Fran to take mother on the children"

"You want the wives of them all?"

"Sisters too. And maybe a few cousins"

"How many are there babe?"

"4 million. I'm sorry I expect not to sob but I need the Black Panthers in a bad way. Does he know them all?"

"I'll call your momma"

Y'all don't see Roy Rogers Fried Chicken restaurants anymore. There's two on the entire planet and they're banned for social life. Just a store front. Empty and void of human life.

But it was at one of those counters we sat. When Snoop came in "is he the one?" Angry. So angry. I was scared for myself. And i heard a girl yell "sista come on tell the truth. Get up on that counter and spat it!"

I knew then it wasn't Harlam on a field trip I didn't move my eyes from snoops "kitty?"

"Meow" and some dogs growling and all that.

"Okay ill get up. Yes,snoop he is the one" i got up and stood hugged him and slid behind him my back against the wall. "Kill Snoop. Its alright I got you"

He grabbed ole Kenny Rogers up by the neck. Kenny G ran over and started beating him.

All that day. Like a pinata snoop Dogg held him up by his neck and every one beat him to his death.

I did climb up on the counter and tell the truth.

Kenny G brought Kenny Rogers back to life. And we tied him to the back of a car with a big yellow bow and dragged him up and down the street in NYC.

Times Square 4 blocks away. Healed him did it again with a megaphone to say why. In Times Square. Madison Square Garden.

Kenny Rogers stopped raping. The stopped human trafficking for sex reasons.

When i caught him again for doing it for factory work. We Sat at the same exact seats. I pointed to his blood that never been cleaned.

"Its just cause them nasty niggers. Tell them to leave me alone!!"

"I did. I did in fact. Now I just want to know are you prejudiced. And against what color"

"Tan unless it's from a tanning booth. Pretty much anything except the white snd then there i don't like the women"

I got on my knees atop a stool, 2 stools away "I need Any one to leave that is not white. But is tanned too dark of a color especially naturally born wide and all women to please leave immediately. Then i need a refill on my drink here"

They did. "Oh man! You got alot of power! I knew you would protect them -- i mean Me. Me."

"Snoop you gotta go."

"But I'm tall and i can do it"

"Andre the Giant are you here??" He came around the corner all dressed in white. Hugged Snoop. "Im tanning bed brown and he here is my nigga. Thank you my brother you are relieved. Please go,stand where you are protected"

Kenny Rogers said a lot of shit. I ordered up Snoop some food. "Snoop when you finish go to the window. You'll be alright. You may need to go outside though and watch from the outside in. You'll be protected though. I know you didn't see them but i got Black Panthers all up and down the row. Its time for the white people to show we won't put up with this man"

Snoop choked on his chicken. He started laughing so hard. "Man i really did need my momma" i thought mostly to myself

"Yes you did!" Said snoop wiping his hands on a towel.

"Ok you're here now. I'll cue you in when he really starts to get racist. Momma send to send you out for a dark surprise"

His grin was so big and happy I had to steal a little in a hug because it was deep inside him where the peace laid.

"Momma said you can't cry. Don't hug too long or you will" reminded Alex.

Long story short... The whites killed Kenny Rogers. Dragged him up and down the street.

Kenny realized his death. He saw all the Black people had trash he had to clean off their tables. Or none. All the whites did Too.

When we took him out side all the whites lined the streets and did nothing.

And now all the blacks were lined up and prepared to not save him.

He yelled "no!" And went to run. Andre the Giant snapped his neck up. "I thought you weren't black!"

"Every one is. Don't you know? Ever since Venetian times. So hello."

When he became super racist and belligerent. Saying nigger nigger nigger.

"He must want a teacher of ancient times. Andre please halt the hositilites of a Good White Human. Call in the niggers to help teach a lesson on love and human compassion and most of all indefinite self respect"

I looked to Snoop and with my deep throat growl "BRING IN THE NIGGERS FROM AFRICCCAAAAAAA!"

And started a chanting love song from all the whites. They beat on the tables as drums.

"NIGGERS from Africcaaa!"

I stomped up to Kenny Rogers on his stool and spun him around "come beat a Nigga from Africa. Come beat a Black Pantha"

"Oh i know i will"

I bitch slapped him So hard. His soul popped out his body.

Every one was shocked.

"Hey you got them grills and fryers open?" I asked Chef Snoop. "How about them chocolate balls"

"Yes!!! No!!!"

"Thank you"

And i sat. Every one was confused. Even my momma.

"I said I can't let them fight again. Tell them to come on in for dinner"

Momma looked old "hey momma. We ain't eating chicken this time. Hey old Snoop. Fry this "man" and i use that term loosely on up"

Momma laughed and smiled. "I guess I'll get them collard beans"

"Hey i want you to come down here and get into your new body and say "nigger" with a lot of hate. That's what makes you taste best you know"

Momma heard from the door and stopped to watch. I let Andre the Giant slap him. Andre when he did. He slapped him into bite size pieces!!!"

I never saw my momma look so happy in all my life. And so young and fresh.

"Im next right after i get my collard! Its timing to celebrate!!"

I turned in my stool. "I know snoop. Its gonns be a long time from now but if we can get this one to stop then,we can get them all and don't have to fight and kill. But hey if this don't work. Momma find a new way. This i promise you and I'm that momma bird. Now why don't you get around there in this ole kitchen and get to frying?"

Because he was crying and sobbing tears of joy.

So two will and Roy Rogers restaurants remain in NYC. 1 in Harlem for the niggers and one where we together as whites and blacks saved many people and temporary stopped world human trafficking.

Until George Bush got together with Patsy Cline and Donald Trump and started it all over again.

This is Kid Rock showing you all the places and ways kidnappers affected us humans.

And kid rock telling YOU don't worry about it. Its you Humans living that matter that he loves.

This is for all our Humans dead and alive.

God bless us one and all. I think I'm gonna open up a can of collard greens. Think about my momma a bit and listen to this song.

The rest of you can watch the very violent death of Kenny Rogers.

Children, too. It won't hurt them. It will actually take away allot of the pain they have in their heart.

Its true and real history and there's a blooper reel of us all bumping into the camera tree instead of commercial to lighten the load of the mind and soul.

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Monoma with #8 from the soulmates prompt?

You are perfect. I get to write one of my best boys.

I feel like this might be a little biased, but seeing that we don’t get to see much of Monoma outside him being smug and trashing Class 1-A, I feel it might work if we is anything like a cheesy romantic.

Soulmate Prompt #8: AU where any ink marks on your skin (i.e. pen, paint, pencil, etc.) show up on your soulmate’s skin too

good morning darling

The words came onto his skin during the class lecture and Monoma couldn’t help but smile at his wrist. Those small purple words faded a seconds after he read it, and that was the best part with his soulmate because it made it easier for them to communicate without their whole conversation being visible on their skin.

Neito Monoma was excited to see his morning messages from his soulmate. they were always short and sweet and made sure to express that she was thinking about him. Taking the little grey sharpie he always kept in his pocket, and wrote his response.

hello gorgeous, how is school today? That question brought the brightest smile to his face when he got his response. He knew that they attended the same school, but she wouldn’t tell him what class.

i want to ask a question to the pro heroes, but what if it gives me away ;)

Quickly he wrote a response, it was longer than he expected but he had hoped that it would finally encourage their first meeting. She had self-esteem issues and her mental health wasn’t the best either in her own words but he had fallen in love with her and everything about her. She didn’t care to be a top hero, but help others.

then let it. i finally want to meet my soulmate, the love of my life and my moon and stars. follow your heart my dear, you already took my heart, I will wait.

He never got a response, and the words had already removed themselves from his arm. Keeping his sleeves pushed up, he sighed. As nervous as it made him, Neito tried to not let it bother him.

“I have a question.” That same question was on his wrist. “How did you gather the courage to face your soulmate?” She continued, but that was all that on his wrist.

“As many of the hero teachers already know, I am a nervous wreck and I don’t feel like I would be the best for my soulmate. We write each other all day everyday, and he wants to be the best hero, like many others. He is already my hero, but what I can’t be good enough?”

While she spoke, All Might smiled receiving a whisper in his ear from Vlad King, Monoma’s homeroom teacher. Neito was almost bouncing in nerves on his toes, but this was his idea and the heroes agreed to it. “My bright, shining girl. This is often a common thought in the young at heart, and you are very brave soul to speak out about such a topic! It’s magnificent. You need to remember that you are a very brave, smart, kind and as close to perfect a girl as could be, they would be stupid not to love you for such small qualities like your anxieties or even your class.”

“This is a message for all of you, just because their your soulmate, doesn’t mean that you are meant to be together.” The number one hero had walked his way to the isle, up the stairs to her with his hand out. “Please my young lady, come with me for a moment will you? and close your eyes.” He handed her a blindfold.

Her face was beat red, and her eyes sparkled in nerves but she slowly, softly placed her hand in his as he guided her down the stairs to the podium. “However, you and your soulmate I’m sure are meant to be.” What she couldn’t see is that Monoma was blindfolded, every once and a while the teachers will set up something special for their students and it was Monoma whose request was answered.

It was a count down from three, and the whole school had joined in. The respected homeroom teachers removed the blindfolds. It was silent for a moment, while the two of them stared at each other.

“Monoma…” his name was sugar in her voice.

“______… I last expected a girl from my enemy class.” He sounded smug, making everyone for a moment panic. “but at least she’s my favorite from that class.”

#neito monoma #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #this was totally bias and i dont care #he cant be smug all the time #especially when its his soulmate #Anonymous

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j-writes-and-suffers · 6 years

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NaNoWriMo Day Six

Anxious for his upcoming performance, Philip had struggled to get to sleep. Nonetheless, he got up with an unusually early alarm, remembering his promise to Lucien about being on time. He downed two full cups of coffee to fight the lingering drowsiness before grabbing his bag and heading off towards campus.

By the time he reached the academic hall, Philip was bouncing off the walls. Maybe he hadn’t needed quite so much caffeine. The extra energy was sending his anxiety through the roof, and he found himself pacing nervously to kill time before the poetry slam started. Staring intently at the ground as he walked, he was too caught up in his own nerves to notice Lucien walking up behind him. The older man put a hand on Philip’s shoulder, causing the young blond to shriek in surprise.

“Fuck! How do you sneak up on people like that?”

Lucien shrugged. “Libraries are quiet. It wouldn’t suit me to be a lumbering oaf. What’s gotten you so worked up?”

Philip sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I’m just nervous to perform. I haven’t actually been in a poetry slam since high school…”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll be fine. You’re very animated, I bet your delivery will be excellent.” The lanky brunette rested a hand on Philip’s shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “Besides, I’ll still make you dinner if you bomb.”

“So you think I might bomb?” The younger man asked, wringing his hands together.

Lucien rolled his eyes. “No, that’s not what I said. Stop being so pessimistic.”

Philip groaned. “I’m not trying to! I’m just scared.”

“Most of the people performing are over-dramatic undergrad hipsters that can’t actually write to save their life. I promise, you won’t be nearly the worst act.” Lucien reassured him. “Come on, everyone is gathering.” He led Philip into the lecture hall nudging him towards the front where the other performers were waiting.

The anxious blond fiddled with one of his earrings, bouncing where he stood. Dr. Samuels, the head of the English department, was currently greeting the audience, going off on some long-winded rant about the importance of poetry. When he finally shut up, he stepped aside, calling forth the first student.

About five or six people went ahead of Philip, and he started to relax as he realized most of them were pretty shit. After an absolutely awful love poem finished, he was called up, and he felt his nerves fading a little. He spied Lucien as he scanned the crowd, and shared a brief smile with the older man.

“Hello, everyone. I… I’m Philp Valentine, the new English professor. Here’s a piece I wrote a few years back. It’s… It’s called Late Nights.” He cleared his throat, taking a slow, deep breath before he began.

“There's a monster in my house. He roams the house at night. He screams, he hunts, he breaks things; The house is filled with fright.

No one steps outside their room after the midnight hour. A vicious, violent demon, the monster has the power.

One night, I kept a vigil to face the awful beast. The hour didn't phase me-- I like the dark, to say the least.

I didn't notice anything; I waited till the dawn. The monster always comes at night. Did I do something wrong?

As I went to lie down, I walked by the bedroom mirror. Thinking I saw something odd, I paused to see it clearer.

Menacing and soulless, the piercing eyes glared. Too mortified to look away, I analyzed and stared.

I saw hatred in the face, the scowl angry and bitter. Something seemed to click, so I looked a little deeper.

Somewhere beneath the malice the soul was worn and lonely. A silent plea for what once was: ‘Can't someone find the old me?’

I sank into an epiphany as I rubbed my tired eyes: the demon faced me in the mirror; the monster was inside.”

The audience was silent for a moment. Once the awe faded, a round of applause filled the room. Though Philip was no Robert Frost, it was easily the best piece at the show, and most of the students looked pretty damn impressed. He beamed to the crowd, grinning as he walked offstage. Lucien, however, didn’t seem as happy. His eyes had grown dark a few lines into the poem, and his expression was still dour in its aftermath. As Philip moved to sit down, he saw Lucien’s distaste, and his face quickly fell.

“You didn’t like it…” He sighed, sinking down in the seat Lucien had saved for him.

The older man snapped out of his morose state, turning to Philip and shaking his head. “No, no, it’s not that. It just got me thinking. You’re a good writer. Certainly better than any of the clowns before you.”

“Oh…” Philip perked back up, “It made you think? For real?”

“Of course. It was inspiring. You painted a vivid picture.” Lucien offered a smile.

The younger man blushed, the pink tone highlighting his freckles like a backlight. “Thank you! That means a lot, you know… You’re kind of an expert on literature.”

Lucien laughed, “You hold me too highly.”

“I respect your opinion, you old fart! Don’t brush off my compliment.” Philip stuck his tongue out.

“There you go calling me old again! For god’s sake, I’m maybe ten years your senior!”

“My senior citizen.”

Lucien huffed, rolling his eyes and giving Philip a playful shove. “You’re horrible.”

“Yeah,” The younger man grinned, “but you like me anyway.”

“I know.” Lucien chuckled, shaking his head and turning to listen to more mediocre poetry.

The rest of the slam went well, considering the quality of the poetry being read. Everyone seemed proud of their stuff, even the ones that definitely shouldn’t have been, and afterwards, the head of the English department passed out punch and cookies. The kids got to chattering, some asking questions of the teachers as well. Philip made friendly small talk, basking in the praise the students gave him for his poem. Once the kids were bored of him, he got distracted eating, too busy sucking down cookies to notice Lucien slip away. He turned to make a rude joke, only to realize he was alone. Feeling a little rejected, Philip moved to the corner, shoving another cookie in his mouth.

As the students dissipated from the lecture hall, Philip got up, dragging his feet as he reluctantly helped his fellow English professors clean up. He greabbed a trash can, gathering all the stray cups and napkins that assholes had just left on desks. Once the room was actually clean and presentable again, he walked out of the building, headed towards his apartments rather than the library. He assumed Lucien had finally gotten bored of him, and certainly wouldn’t want to see more of him. He trudged along so slowly that his hour-long walk home took a good chunk of the afternoon, and upon returning to his apartment, he simply dropped onto the couch, turning on some mindless Netflix series to distract himself.

Philip ended up passing out on the couch, sleeping through the night and well into the morning. When he finally woke up, sunlight was already pouring in the windows, and he grabbed his phone to check the time. Getting only the black screen of dead battery, he cussed and hurried to his room, plugging it in and looking at the alarm clock.

1:47.

“Fuck!”

Throwing on a clean shirt and grabbing his bag off the floor, Philip bolted out of his apartment and down the stairs. He had been due at the dodgeball game over an hour ago, and it would take him another hour just to get to the school. He was going to be in so much trouble. Lucien’s warning about tardiness echoed in the back of his mind, and Philip cringed, still feeling shunned after yesterday. By the time he got to campus, the game was long over, the teachers having beat the students 5 - 3. He waved sheepishly at Dr. Samuels, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Heyyyyy….”

“Where were you?” The professor demanded, glaring down at Philip.

The younger man shied away, sheepishly mumbling, “I… I overslept.”

The tubby older man huffed angrily, rolling his eyes. “Don’t let it happen again, Valentine. You’re not making a good first impression.”

“Yes, sir. Sorry sir.” Philip cringed, feeling his soul wither. “Can I do anything to help now?”

“Just go to the parade tomorrow, help clean up after the picnic, and don’t make any more of a fool of yourself. Do you think you can handle that?”

Philip nodded. “Yes sir.” He shuffled away before Samuels could dig into him any more; his self-esteem was frail enough already.

Not having any other obligations for the day, Philip simply dragged his sorry ass back home. He checked on his phone, which had barely charged while he was gone. Ugh. His charger was a fraying piece of shit, but he hadn’t had the time or money to get a new one. Oh, well. It wasn’t like he was going anywhere with it right now, anyway. He curled up on the couch, trying to ignore the growing storm of negative thoughts in his mind. He was such an idiot. Not only had he scared off Lucien, but now his boss was pissed at him, too. God, this week was a mess.

Philip was half asleep on the couch when his laptop started beeping. Who was skyping him? It’s not like he had friends that cared enough. He rubbed his eyes, opening up the computer to answer the call.

“Mom?”

“Hi, honey! How are you?”

Philip yawned, brows furrowing in confusion. “Since when do you know how to use skype?”

“Your brother taught me!” She smiled, “I wanted to see you. So does Callie. Come here, Callie!”

A loud bark echoed through the speakers as a long, furry face popped into view. Philip grinned broadly. Callie was a loving Afghan that had been his best friend since late high school, and he had been missing her tremendously. “Hi, Callie! How are you? Are you being good for mom?”

“Woof!” She replied, clearly just as excited to see him.

“I’m gonna come home and visit you as soon as I can, okay?” Callie barked again, bumping her nose against the screen. Philip laughed quietly, his spirits lifted. “I’m glad you called, mom. I’ve been missing you guys. Is something up? Did you need to talk?”

“No, I just thought I should check in on you. Something told me you could use a smile today.”

“You’re not wrong.” Philip smiled ruefully. “It’s been a hell of a day. I overslept and missed the dodgeball game. Dr. Samuels was piiiiissed.”

“Philip!” She rolled her eyes. “You promised me you were going to be better about your alarms this year.”

The young blond pouted. “I have been, I swear! Yesterday was just a bad day, and it threw me off.”

“Is there something you need to talk about, honey?”

Philip shook his head. “Nah, it’s�� it’s fine. It’s nothing important. I’ll get over it soon.”

“Are you sure?” His mother sounded worried, “I’m always here if you need to talk.”

“I know, I know. I promise, I’ll talk to you if it’s serious. This is just dumb drama.” He reassured her.

“Okay, honey. As long as you’re doing okay.” She paused briefly to sniff the air, recognizing the aroma of slightly burning seasonings. “Oh dear, I need to go check on the chicken. I’ll talk to you later.”

Philip chuckled. His mom was just as scatterbrained as he was, with the tendency to forget about something the second he looked away from it. “Bye, mom.”

“Bye honey!” She hung up, running off to pull her chicken out of the oven.

Stretching back out on the couch, Philip closed his eyes. He was more relaxed than before; just seeing his family and talking to someone that actually cared had taken a huge weight off his chest. Besides, it was hard to be upset with Callie around. A faint smile still on his face, he drifted back off to sleep.

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Seraisis the final judgement part one

"Where am I?"I looked around shielding my eyes trying to get them to adjust to the blinding light which seemed to be coming from everywhere and was starting to make my eyes ache, I try to stand up and feel my legs give out from under me. "Hello I am Seraisis but you can call me ser, I assume you are confused you humans always are." I heard a deep voice say from behind me, I turn around and blink my eyes trying to get them to adjust to the dark figure standing over me. As they did I realised it was a man in a cleanly pressed Grey suit with dark Green eyes and short Brown hair he had his hand out reached to help me up, I grabbed it and pulled myself up off the floor. "Yes I am confused how did I get here the last thing I remember is." I stop trying to remember what happened my stomach turned and I started to wish I hadn't, the last thing I remember is standing on the roof of the eight story appartment building I lived in ready to end it all and with no one there to stop me i did. "Am am I in the hospital or a mental Institution or s'somthing where a I?" I stammered "You are dead and this is what I like to call the in between, the place where your soul comes to get judged by me Seraisis the almighty judge of those who are too stupid to value their lives, I get to decide what happens to your soul so you better have been good cause it's too late to change anything." he said "You decide where my soul ends up." I asked hoping he would say no and start laughing praying that this was some kind of joke or prank no such luck. "Yes I do with the help of Amari of course." while he's talking I look behind him to see a girl in her early twenties about the same age as me with long curly black hair and brown eyes appear standing next to him as if only becoming visable at the mention of her name. "There are three places your soul may end up the first is the pyrosphere located at the center of your planet, it is a place of eternal fire, hate and pain." he explained "you mean hell?" I asked frightened at the thought that hell might be real. "Yes that is one of many names given to it by you humans. The last place your soul may go is," "heaven." Amari barged in and finished his sentence for him. "Let me talk Amari its not your turn yet, that is also a false name given to it by you humans it's true name is Senova or in your language oasis in the clouds." he said looking at the white nothingness above. "The last place your soul may end up is the world of the living.""you mean I can go back?" I yelled cutting him off "You can but don't be mistaken being banished to the world of the living is a lonely existence, you will be completely alone forced to watch the world go on without you. Now if your done with the questions shall we begin Maria?" As he says this his eyes faded turning as white as the room around us. "Don't worry they're supposed to do that they'll change colors alot as we review your life we'll be starting with your first lie." the room around us began to warp and change into a familiar scene the apartment I grew up in "But mom it wasn't me!" I heard a kid's voice yell from the kitchen, I turn to see who it is and realise it's my own voice I heard looking down at my four year old self "Well if it wasn't you then who was it?" I heard my mom's voice yell back as I saw her I burst out in years I hadn't seen her since she died of brain damage from a bad car accident when I was fourteen, but here she looks healthy so different compared what me and my sister had grown used to visiting her in the hospital. "It was Sam!" I yelled pointing at my sister who is two years older than me. "Well well well a little white lie to avoid a whooping, your mother believed you cause she thought you couldn't reach the cabinet with your favorite cookies, but you stood on the counter didn't you?" Ser asked his eyes turning a blue and green color like a clear ocean with seaweed at the bottom. "Yes and I ate the cookies till my stomach started to hurt and got rid of the rest in the outside trash."I answered wiping away my tears "seems pretty normal to me." Amari said "I agree what's next?" Ser asked Amari "Next up there's a first cussword." the room started to shift and fall turning into a new scene my second grade class "Maria it's your turn to come finish the problem on the board." Ms.Tussey who was my teacher at the time told me "NO!"my five year old self replied "And why not young lady." my teacher said back"cause maybe I don't want to you bitch!" I yelled at her, some of my classmates start giggling I laugh with them. "Go to the guidance office right now young lady." Ms.Tussey told me "I know where you got that one," Ser started as he did his eyes began changing from the ocean color and swirling into A stormy grey color. "A drunken, verbally abusive father."he finished. "next we have marias first fight." Amari told him the room began to change again this time turning into the playground outside of my elementary school my sister was under the monkey bars fighting the school bully and her younger sister, I see my 11 year old self come running from the slide on the other side of the playground I grab the bully's sister pulling her off my sister and hit her in the face and chest as hard as I can her face began to bleed but she wouldn't give up she hit my chin I get dazed and passed out. The room around darkens into an inky black, the only thing I could see was ser's glowing eyes as they changed from the the stormy gray to a sky blue. "Loyal even when it can get you hurt that's a good and respectable quality to have."he said "This memory is kinda weird ser I can't tell what's wrong with it yet it but doesn't seem to be her memory." Amari said "It's fine lets get into it." he told her the began to light up and come back into color turning into my best friend Jordan's garage where his parents kept their stash of weed, I snuck out the house that night around 10:00 to meet him. "Here dude you go first." my now seventeen year old self said handing him back the box after he showed me the cool eyeball bong that apparently changes colors when you smoke out of it. "Alright here." he grabbed the sandwich bag full of weed and filled the bong up half way then he grabed the lighter and started smoking, I payed attention to see if I could figure out how to do it without choking up a lung. "Here your turn" he said handing me the bong letting out smoke, I put the lighter to the bong and took a deep breath in, my lungs started to burn immediately making me cough and choke. "Your supposed to pull it into your mouth first then inhale slowly it doesn't hurt when I do it like that." he said holding back his laughter. I tried again this time doing what he said it worked I got so high I couldn't even remember what happened after we finished smoking but the memory went on. "Well we should head back now, i'm kinda hungry." Jordan said stuffing the box back in it's hiding place but as he did he felt something hidden behind the shelf where he sat the box. "What's this?" he said pulling out a small black metal box. From behind the small shelf he brought it over to the workbench we were sitting at and opened it "Woah is this thing real?" I asked grabbing a small revolver out from the box "I dunno maybe." he answered reaching for it, I pull the further from his hand and tried to check if it was loaded like they do on tv, but I couldn't figure it out so I just gave up and instead tried to have alittle Jordan with it. "This is the Sheriff put your hands up your surrounded." I said playfully holding the gun up to him. "Alright alright you caught me just watch where you point that thing sheriff." he said putting his hands up. "I'm taking you in Jordan Humphries the most wanted man this side of the west." I said gesturing to the door leading outside into his back yard his parents were out of town so we had free reign over the entire house, half of which was under construction so some places just had rebar supports and pipes that would make for a perfect jail cell, I was walking him across the yard to one of these rooms when he quickly turned around and yelled. "You'll never take me alive copper." he grabbed for the gun and I instinctively pull the trigger and made gun sound with my mouth but it was drowned out by the sound of the gun actually going off the bullet flew hitting Jordan in the stomach. "Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh jordan are you okay oh God oh God please be ok." I run and bend down next to him covering the wound as best I can with my hand. "Come on you can't die on me please." I beg crying harder than I ever had trying to stop the bleeding, But it was no use Jordan slowly stoped breathing. "This is where the anomaly begins ser the memory changes into someone else's." Amari said pointing at my younger self. "Well what is it Amari?"he asked sternly "I think it's another personality ser." she replied "Another personality what are you talking about this can't be real it can't I don't remember any of this." I said confused about what I just saw "Just listen." she said "But I don't hear anything." I told her but then I realised it my younger self stoped crying and began dragging Jordan's body toward The Unfinished pool. "No this isn't real Jordan isn't dead he just ran away." I said "Uh oh it seems Jessica has been very bad." ser said chuckling under his breath "Jessica?" I asked "Yes that is way your other personality named herself." Jessica made it to the giant hole and droped Jordan's body in he hit the bottom with a loud thud, she then went back into the garage and grabbed a shovel and began burying him under a thin layer of dirt, she then wiped the gun off on her shirt and dropped it on top and covered it in another more thick layer of dirt. By the time she was done it was about 3:40am we continued to followed her as she went back to my house and stripped down to her underwear in the back yard she then threw the clothes onto the grill and covered them in lighter fluid. "Your pretty smart aren't you?" ser asked as his eyes changed again this time to a dark orange color. "That isn't me." I replied angrily "Why of course not I was talking to her I guess I have two souls to judge now." he says pointing over my shoulder I turn around to see myself as if I were looking in a mirror but it wasn't me it was her Jessica standing right here with us. "I'm sorry I tried to protect us." she said lighting a match I look back to see my younger self set the pile clothe's on fire

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