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onyourowndaisymae · 1 year

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obey me demon brothers on road trip

is this original? not even a little bit. but your girl is Burnt Out by life rn and resisting the urge to bury herself in a hole and not emerge for a couple weeks. take this humble offering as a STILL avoid working on requests because i am a menace who deserves to be prodded w a dirty stick

prompt: diavolo's got a fun trip planned. he's invited everyone to meet him on some obscure little beach across the devildom. only issue? it's not accessible by portal-- something or other about the wildlife, barbatos explains. guess that means everyone has to pile in for a long drive. the demon brothers in one car, the purgatory hall group accompanying diavolo and barbatos in the other... what could go wrong?

Lucifer

lucifer drives. there is no debate here on that.

he's got the gps screen in front of him at all times because there's nothing worse for his pride than getting lost and having to... hell forbid... ask for directions.

he controls the music, no exceptions. there is a premade (and preapproved) spotify playlist playing at a decent volume for everyone's listening pleasure. inevitably someone will add something stupid to the playlist (mammon keeps adding yung gravy, asmo added deepthroat inappropriate music, belphie kept adding audiobook recordings of paradise lost) and then lucifer gets pissed off and switches to the radio.

he has a strict stopping schedule for meals and bathroom breaks to ensure they get there on time, with extra time padding for when the plan inevitably goes to shit and they get to their destination four hours later than planned.

Leviathan

levi is sitting in the passenger seat for the drive. lucifer has determined him to be the least annoying for the entirety of the trip, so he sits in the front.

honestly? smart choice. levi spends most of his time curled up with a video game or 10 in silence. he appreciates the space of the passenger seat to spread out and keep his valuables close by. it's quieter up front as well, so he doesn't get overstimulated.

officially restricted to one cupholder. give him an inch and he'll take a mile spreading all of his shit across the car.

the grandmaster of chargers for the car ride. granted, most of them are his for his various consoles, but when mammon inevitably hops in the car with his D.D.D. at 12% battery, levi's the one that gets him a charger.

Asmodeus

asmo is in the second row, seated directly behind lucifer. this spot would have gone to belphie had lucifer not thought about the youngest kicking his seat during the drive just to be a pain.

the seats in the middle are standalone seats with an open aisle. this is good because asmo has spread himself dramatically across his seat and into the aisle.

after mammon, he's the one that gets most bored on the trip. cell service is spotty the entire drive, so his connection isn't good enough to spend the whole time on social media. he's brought a couple of magazines, too, but he gets motion sick if he reads too much in the car.

he eventually falls asleep at an awkward angle. saving grace for everyone else, seeing as they don't have to hear him whine in the car, but when he wakes up with a sore neck and a bad attitude...

Belphegor

belphie's seat is behind levi in the second row. he's banished to this spot so he can't kick lucifer, but also kept close by because everyone knows he'll quietly sleep the trip away anyways.

ideally, he'd pass out right away. but car naps have always proved tricky for him. if he sleeps normally, his head will fall forward and wake him up. he'd love to spread out, but asmo's legs are taking up too much of the aisle. if he leans his seat back, he has to hear mammon bitch and run the risk of getting scolded by lucifer. what's a demon to do?

his solution is to tie his head to the headrest. no, literally.

he takes off his jacket (cardigan? idk what that shit is) and ties it like a blindfold around his eyes. this way, his head won't flop forward and wake him up. oh, reader? does that sound like sensory hell to you? well, i agree. unfortunately for us, belphie passes out right away and sleeps like a corpse in this horrid arrangement the entire ride.

Satan

satan is seated behind asmo on the far left side of the back row. lucifer ensured he stayed in the back row to ensure his own sanity, so that satan wouldn't have the chance to fuck with him as he's driving.

satan hates this arrangement. it's hard to read when you're trapped in the back with beelzebub, who's constantly eating, and mammon, who's constantly bitching. he's moments away from blowing a fuse.

he tries to convince both belphie and asmo to trade spots with him, but neither of them are willing to give up their coveted middle seats, so he gives up.

his best solution is to wear noise cancelling headphones (asmo's suggestion) and bury his head in a book. but if beel elbows him one more time....

Beelzebub

beelzebub is in the middle of the back row. his aisle spot is earned by his size (he needs more leg room) and his penchant for snacking, which is what clutters the ground around asmo and belphie's outstretched legs.

he's pretty content to spend most of the drive snacking and looking out the windows. sure, it's a little cramped, but beel's pretty agreeable when he's fed.

he might doze off a little, but he's so big that when he inevitably slumps on to one of his brothers, they wake him up yelling and complaining.

he will try to talk his way into getting more snacks at every stop. and he usually wins, too, because he's finished everything in the car by that point.

Mammon

mammon is tucked into the back right corner seat behind belphie. this is because he has a knack for pissing lucifer off and nobody wants the car to crash before they even start vacation. shoving him in the back corner is an attempt to make everyone's ride more peaceful.

he spends most of his time on his phone. he cycles through every mobile game you've ever heard off, their knockoffs, and the knockoffs of the knockoffs. mans can't keep himself entertained.

the worst about bathroom breaks. he a) always needs to stop to pee and b) doesn't mention this until he's about to piss himself. it's like having a toddler i swear. and he dilly dallys through wherever they stop. visitor center? he's trying to jiggle the vending machine for free snacks. fast food place? he's trying to convince lucifer to buy him something. gas station? come on lucifer, he needs these gummy worms--!

eventually, mammon just sort of rests his head on the window and lets the bumps in the road turn his brain to soup. can't be bored if you can't think!

#ugghhh burnout my least fav bitch #i just wanna play the og game until my brain melts #but my cards are underleveled #and glowsticks only take me so far #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie #obey me satan #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #otome

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girls-alias · 5 months

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Best Friend - Sam Winchester

Title: Best Friend - Sam Winchester

Words: 869

Relations: Sam Winchester X Reader

TW: Sexual hinting. Strong language.

Prompt:

Being Sam's best friend but it turns into more...

I pulled up to Sam's place with a bright smile. Seeing Sam is always the best part about Stanford. The classes were long and the teachers talked in such a monotone voice that you automatically should pass for only falling asleep 5 times in their class in a semester.

I jumped out of the car, and my shoes made the slightest of tunes as I practically skipped over to Sam's apartment building, rushing to see him as soon as possible. I knocked rhythmically on the door holding the bag of junk food and movies up to show instantly my intentions. I heard footsteps and could squeal with excitement. No matter how bad my week was Sam can always make me act like a child.

The door opened showing a shirtless Greg... Way to ruin my mood. Sam shared a flat with one of his classmates, a slut of a man, Greg. He was funny and all but slept with anyone who would give him the time of day. I was not like that. I wouldn't have even taken the time to remember his name if he wasn't Sam's roommate. My face dropped and I instantly rolled my eyes as I lowered the bags to my side. Greg however smirked and put his arm up on the door to try and show off his muscles. Ew.

"Y/N, long time no see," He commented in a 'seductive' tone, I practically cringed. Does he think women like him? At this point, I'm convinced women only sleep with him so he'll leave them alone. It's the only logical explanation.

"Is Sam here?" I asked bitterly as I squinted at him in annoyance. His presence alone bugs me, but then he opens his mouth and I want to punch him in his smug little face. He sighed and started walking inside, leaving the door open for me to follow.

"So, you'll sleep with Sam but not me? What's up with that?" He asked a little genuinely annoyed as he turned to look at me just outside of Sam's closed bedroom door. Music was playing from inside the room which made me want to scream over the music for Sam to come to save me or at least witness me kick Greg's non-existing ass.

"Gary," I started, I smirked seeing how much he hates it when I call him by the wrong name. "For the one millionth time Sam and I haven't slept together," I argued as I pushed past him and walked into Sam's room. Greg is such a dick. He's disgusting. He boils my blood! Sam was lying on his bed and was startled by my sudden entrance. He turned his music down and placed his book on his bedside table. I practically threw my bags on the floor with annoyance and rage. Sam was about to ask if I was okay so I answered him before he even opened his mouth. "Greg is such a dick, he thinks that just because I don't want to fuck him, I'm fucking someone else, I'm fucking you. What a condescending, egotistical prick!" I shouted at the door knowing he was probably listening in.

"It's true," Greg sang back making me angrier, I knew he was listening he's such a creep. I huffed a cloud of rage as I fell backwards onto Sam's bed, barely missing him but I didn't care. Sam didn't care either as he laughed moving out of my way.

"We should just become roommates so I never have to see Greg again," I sighed wiping some hair from my face. Sam just laughed. "No, I'm serious." I rested on my elbow and turned to face him. "Why don't we move in together?"

"Because then Greg would be right," He replied with a strained look on his face. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. Sam said nothing before leaning in and kissing me, it was soft and sweet. His hand was on my cheek caressing me. The shock soon wore off and I was kissing him back. He started to pull away slightly so I pulled him closer also deepening the kiss. I'm kissing Sam. I can't believe I'm kissing Sam! Well, making out with Sam. I knew I had strong feelings for him but I thought I just really wanted to be his best friend but as he's kissing me, as I'm kissing him, I know I need more to function another day.

We only pulled away when we heard Greg's footsteps approaching. I jumped up so I was now standing and Sam was trying to act naturally on the bed. "Heading out, see you love birds later," Greg shouted through the apartment. I smirked slightly at the news that he was leaving.

Once the door was shut I nonchalantly turned the music up. I turned around to face Sam ready to resume our previous position but he was already standing and instantly connected our lips, he picked me up as the kiss deepened.

"I've wanted this for years," He spoke between breaths. I giggled as we continued, moaning into his mouth as he held my thighs and pressed me against his wall. God, I hope I'm not dreaming.

Best day ever!

#fanfiction #fanfic #supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #sam winchester fanfiction #sam #sam winchester #sam winchester x reader

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thatseitagremlin · 1 month

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my drdt driving headcanons (tierlist form)

DISCLAIMER: this was originally made spontaneously for a (work-in-progress!) drdt x limbus company au, since my friend kindly reminded me that They Do Not Have a Designated Bus Driver (makes more sense in context), thus making one of the little freaks responsible for driving the bus and making sure all seventeen [;)] passengers stay alive. thankfully for these little freaks in this au specifically, death is reversible, which is why one of the tiers is worded like That. aside from that this actually isn't any different from my "normal" driving tierlist, but i thought the disclaimer need to be made anyways. full explanations under cut!

-) i trust them: it actually took me a while to figure out who the hell would i trust with driving a bus. with the additional possibility of the other drdt characters bitching about traffic and possibly annoying the driver. at the end i decided that i had the least worries about min and levi... until another friend brought up that they wouldn't trust min because she wouldn't be able to see 😭 I DON'T REMEMBER HER BANGS OBSTRUCTING HER IN ANY WAY IN CANON THOUGH, SO I'LL LEAVE HER THERE.

-) anxiety: i actually trust eden more than nico or ace, hence why she's at the first slot. she can probably drive, she's just prone to panicking. also i can imagine a scenario where she's so focused on the road that she doesn't realize she's driving onto a broken fence like a mario kart shortcut. also i think nico would do fine until they get into an oddly specific driving scenario and crashes the bus

-) road rage: hu has 18+ years worth of repressed anger. if she was driving and she knew someone else was listening i feel like she would progress from small talk to roasting everyone and everything she can think of. j could drive but arei would be constantly out to get her, so it's not worth letting it happen. ace is indeed there twice because leaving him out of either tier seemed unfaithful

-) has never driven: i think these three were 1) the type to get used to personal drivers, taxis, and driving service apps and 2) never rode in those little cars attached to shopping carts or played mario kart as children, but they all would be okay-ish drivers if they had the chance to learn. Unfortunately in this specific au, the only chance to learn is trial by fire, and they all fucked up their first attempts of driving and only charles is willing to try again. and then he'd go to the first slot of road rage. (charles voice after someone cuts him off on a red light) "Are you stupid?"

-) snorrrkkkkk mimimimimi: they let rose on the driver's seat for twenty seconds and put her on the banlist

-) blasts playlist: whit would like an artist that everyone else (except one or two secret fans) is ambivalent to/hates. it's just that my music taste is the fault of my brother's (near-exclusively vocaloid) and can't assign a specific example. he did actually get killed in the middle of driving once (and got revived after that, don't worry!!), so he has to promise to not blast his playlist and not try to annoy everyone else on purpose if he wants to drive again

-) legally and morally banned: teruko's bio states she dislikes vehicles so i think she was just banned outright from the very start. and even then she wouldn't want to drive, nor can anyone convince her to, because you never know what way her luck can kick in and cause the entire bus to get in an unfortunate accident. ...in this specific au there is actually no means or reason for xander to acquire a motorcycle and thus he'd be allowed to drive the bus, HOWEVER i really like giving the oddly specific headcanon of "goes absolutely haywire when driving a motorcycle and does life-threatening stunts that look really cool" to people who are normally responsible drivers. therefore i think if xander rode a motorcycle his adrenaline would just spontaneously spike and activate his innermost mario kart wii funky kong flame runner instincts

-) "people with seatbelts still die in car crashes!! :D": Even in a world where death is reversible, would you even give Veronika Grebenshchikova a chance to drive any sort of vehicle with other people's safety in her hands? also david is barely there because i think every other time he gets into a vehicle he eventually thinks about the vehicle crashing in an unfortunate accident. even when he's the driver. Especially when he's the driver.

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lovesick-feelings · 1 year

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Hi!! Could I get some Yandere Toy Bonnie x Reader headcanons? Have a good day!!

Thank you for requesting, beautiful reader! (*^ ‿ <*)♡ Was I the only one put off by Toy Bonnie's voice in Fnaf AR? Don't get me wrong his lines are perfect. They fit very well with his high and mighty personality but his voice sounds so off compared to Toy Freddy and Toy Chica. ╮(╯∀╰)╭ I'm certain if they didn't edit the Voice actors voice to be high pitched it could've come off better (*/ω＼)

♡ How could this happen!? The last thing Toy Bonnie wanted was to fall for some… creature. If it wasn’t for your constant niceness, maybe he wouldn't think of you as often. He hates how much of a distraction you’ve become, yet he can never push you away because of that. *Sigh* Well, since you're obviously a fan, he can't just turn you away. Guess he’ll have no choice but to indulge in your presence.

♡ Toy Bonnie believes you are the luckiest person in the world. Why? Because he likes you, of course! He doesn't take hours from his “Me Time” for anyone. From the moment you enter those doors, you’re supposed to walk straight to him.

♡ You need him, so he’s doing you a huge favor by letting you bask in his presence. Well, at least that’s what he thinks. In reality, he depends on you. He expects you to comfort him, cater to his desires, and listen to his long rants and gossip.

“It’s a good thing I'm here for you Y/N! I wouldn't want my star to be alone on lunch break again” 🤭

“Weren’t you the one who asked-” 😔

“HUSH!! I’m doing you a favor!” 😡

♡ Toy Bonnie thrives on attention. Your regards, praise, hell you asking him how he’s feeling that morning makes him feel like a king. You are playing a dangerous game as too much praise will make him overwhelmingly cocky.

♡ Next thing you know, the boy needs repairs because he decided to rub it into withered Bonnie’s non-existent face. Too little will make him really whiny and annoying. He’ll glare at you and let out the most dramatic sighs until you bring it up to him. Even then, he’ll pretend it’s nothing if you don’t beg for it.

♡ He loves bragging about his star just as much as he does about himself. He has no problem talking for hours upon hours about how amazing you are. He’s like a used car salesman. You could be the worst at everything and he’ll still find a way to boast about you like you're worth a million bucks (He believes it but wouldn't say it out loud).

♡ You’re meant to be his and he deserves only the best. He often pulls you close and kisses you in front of his friends. Not only does he love seeing your flustered face, but he gets to make sure everyone knows exactly who you belong to. It’s a win-win!

♡ Toy Bonnie’s is extremely possessive. You could give Toy Bonnie thousands of compliments but he will never overlook the time you complimented someone’s new outfit.

♡ Sure, he'll be pouty around you, but the person receiving the compliment is going to go through hell. He goes out of his way to sabotage their day until they get the message to stay away from you. Next thing you know your co-worker has been fired due to “tampering with animatronics”, “defamation of ingredients”, and in your bosses words “fucking everything up”.

♡ Master manipulator. Toy Bonnie uses it against you constantly and he knows how to use it well. All of a sudden, he tells you how much he hates that co-worker you’ve been talking to. Did you not notice the way they forced their job on you despite them being able to do it? It doesn't matter if they need to attend to someone else. They don’t consider your feelings like he does. They're going to take advantage of you if you keep letting your guard down like this.

♡You’re so used to seeing his sassy front that when he shows defeat you can’t help but feel bad. As soon as you respond to his request, he'll embrace you, supporting your decision. The smug grin on his face would have been more noticeable if it wasn't for his hug. He has you wrapped around his finger and he can’t help but fall for you harder.

♡ Now let's say Y/N is really good at seeing through Toy Bonnie’s Academy Award Performances. Bonnie's final resort will be kidnapping. You’d think he’d be too refined to do it himself, but he enjoys the chase. However, he’s suddenly reminded why he avoids it as you struggle against him. Why are you screaming so loudly? If you only listened, he wouldn't have to drag you by your foot to his room.

♡ Now that you’re both alone, it should be easier to maintain your concentration on him. Your stubbornness now is really bothersome, but it’s nothing he can’t fix now that you can only see him.

“Ya’ know not just anyone is lucky enough to be so close to me. So make sure to only keep those eyes on me, star!”

#yandere toy bonnie #toy bonnie #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #five nights at Freddy's #fnaf #fnaf x reader #yandere fnaf #fnaf yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere hcs #yandere male #yandere toy bonnie x reader #yandere toy bonnie x yn #fnaf 2 x reader #fnaf 2 toy bonnie #fnaf 2 #toy bonnie x reader

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subbyalbedo · 10 months

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How to Tame a Catboy pt 1

Pt 2 link

Pacing down the line of cages, you gaze into each one, trying to find a suitable neko.

You were looking for a acceptable slave, needing someone to fulfil your needs and help around the house, too.

All of the catboys were hiding at the back of their cages, trying not to be picked and sold. They all knew what they were in for if they were.

You paused at a cage towards the end of the hall, gazing inside at the black haired catboy, with messy black hair, tail lashing as he gazed grumpily at the wall. You supposed he did it to avoid getting picked, for most liked their slaves obedient, not grumpy.

But you wanted the satisfactory of seeing your chosen one break, you wanted to see them change from what you'll do to them. And for that, you knew you'd need a brat. Or at least, you wanted one.

The owner of the small black market slave operations was trailing behind you to assess your reactions and help you pick one out. You turned to her.

"I'll take this one." You said with a disinterested but firm voice.

"Are you sure?" The woman looked a bit confused, questioning your choice. "That one is a bit of a brat. He probably won't listen to commands, or anything, really. You're in for a hassle if you really want him."

"I'm sure I want this one." You smiled slightly. "He'll be the most fun to break."

She nodded, understanding. "He's also one of the cheapest ones in here, due to the fact that no one wants him. Go ahead and introduce yourself."

You nodded, not really caring about the money, and lowered yourself down to peer deeper into his cage.

The young catboy was sitting in the back corner, avoiding the light. He was hugging his knees to his chest, the ankles crossed, and gazing at the side of the cage. His tail was swishing around, clearly annoyed, and his black ears were flat.

"What's your name?" You asked, trying to pull his attention to you. But he continued gazing away, as if the wall was the most interesting thing in this place.

"Well, I suppose I don't need to know your name yet. I'm buying you, kitten."

At those words, you could see fear flash into his eyes, but he continued to feign disinterest.

Fine by you, it would make it all the more enjoyable to break him.

"Yes, I'll buy this one." The dealer nodded, and handed me a paper to sign. "What's his name?"

"Levi."

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After completing the transaction with the dealer, handcuffs were placed on Levi's hands and he was led out of the place.

He followed reluctantly, trailing a few paces behind you with feet dragging. His tail was still swishing, and he looked panicked, but he was trying to hide it. Ears flat to his head, he looked ready to hiss at anyone who got close to him.

Approaching your car, you opened one of the back doors for Levi. "Here you go, Lev. Hop on in!" You said, nudging him into the car.

He stepped back and pitifully shoves you away with a little "nya" of disapproval.

You shook your head exasperatedly, and picked him up. He flailed around, trying to scratch you, but you placed him into the car before climbing on top of him.

You pinned his arms above his head, keeping the rest of his body down lightly with your legs. "Listen, because I'm only going to say this once before I'll have to punish you."

Levi had fear in his eyes as he squirmed around in your grip.

You kept his eye contact, and made sure he was really listening before you continued. "You belong to me. You will do as I say, without complaint. You will address me as master, and you will be a good boy. If you don't I will not hesitate to do whatever I please with you, regardless of your health. I'm willing to play nice, but only if you do to. Got that?"

"Y-yes master," His voice was quiet and a bit shaky, as he blushed and looked away.

You knew his newfound obedience would soon go away, but you took it was a win, smiling at his small form. You petted his ears affectionately, scooting up to the drivers seat. "Good boy."

Oh yes, this would be fun.

A/N: the second part will (hopefully) be coming out soon, and when they do, I'll link them at the top. Even though he shares his name with a couple of anime characters, he is a completely new character I created myself, not based on anyone else. Also, his name is not pronounced as it usually is, instead of Lee-viy, its pronounced Leh-vee, just because I think it sounds cuter. (You can pronounce it however you want, I'm just saying how I would pronounce it.)

Here's a pic of him I made in a generator:

he's gonna get brat tamed soon 😘

#dom reader #sub catboy #catboy #bd/sm slave #master #leonawrites

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viscerax · 1 year

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Don't wanna love you anymore, but I can't help it

Memories were blurry. Tim doesn't remember a time in his life where his brain wasn't totally fucked, but it seemed to be getting worse ever since he showed up. He shoved his little camera in his face, spinning some intricate lie about trying to continue Marble Hornets, that stupid fucking film project he got dragged into by Brian. Tim knew something about it was suspicious, the way he never stopped recording. The whole situation gave Tim a bad pit in his stomach. But he gave the man a chance.

Oh, how stupid he was. How stupid it was of Tim to think that anyone around him could possibly have good intentions. How stupid of him to think that things could possibly get better.

The fucker put his medical records on the internet. For the whole world to see. When Tim saw that video, hearing his name read out and snippets of his confidential information being sprawled out for the world to see, he wanted to vomit. How did he even get ahold of those?

Tim wasn't one to pull punches. And he sure as hell didn't when he finally confronted the lying bastard who fucked him over. The feeling of his fist connecting with the man's face, sending him into the concrete of the parking lot, left a satisfied buzzing in Tim's mind. Therapists were bullshit. Sometimes, violence did help.

But that satisfaction didn't last long. Because now he was here, stuck in the car with the same fucker who betrayed him. Sometimes he wished his spells of memory loss and consciousness would kick in while he sat in the passenger seat, across from Jay, listening to whatever "rock hard music" the shitty radio station decided to play, which mostly consisted with of Queen.

Tim was sure he wouldn't mind coming into consciousness, leaving Jay on the side of the road and driving off. He was angry, and when he got angry, violence tended to creep up into his mind, even if he didn't want it to be there. It almost felt like someone cracked open his skull, the soft buzzing giving him a headache, and implanted the idea of bashing Jay's head into the steering wheel into his mind.

As angry as he was, part of him understood the man's voyeuristic tendencies, his heedless courses of actions. The man was acting out of fear, instinct, a true survivalist. He'd seen the videos of him chasing after the poor guy. He was surprised Jay lasted so long. Tim being clad in that typical porcelain mask that sent shivers down his own spine when he saw it, a reminder of his inevitable succumbing to the other side of him.

To keep himself from blowing up on Jay, taking his camera and breaking it over the poor boys head, he instead opted for giving him the cold shoulder, turning the scratchy radio up loud and chainsmoking, letting out a rattling cough every now and then.

"Smoking kills, you know?" Jay let out a half-hearted chuckle, it was obvious he was trying to ease the tension. Tim's eyes shifted, shooting the man a glare. As he did, he caught sight of the way the golden sun crowned Jay's head in a halo of soft light.

Tim internally kicked himself. This man was nothing like an angel.

"So does being nosey." He snarkily commented, taking another drag, turning to Jay and blowing a cloud of smoke in his direction. Jay let out a few coughs, waving the smoke away.

"Would be nice if you didn't blow that in my face... at least not while I'm driving." Jay let out an annoyed huff, eyes shifting to glare at Tim, although there was a bit of lighthearted-ness to his gaze, much less stern and upsetting than Tim's.

"Yeah... whatever..." Tim grumbled, obviously done with the conversation.

Jay let out a sigh, catching Tim's attention for just a moment. "This is fucked. Ya'know."

Tim just stared, he wasn't sure if he should respond, if Jay wanted gim to respond. So instead, he quirked and eyebrow, urging Jay to continue.

"This whole... ordeal. Everything. You, me, Alex. It all fucking sucks." Tim could tell Jay needed some kind of outlet, so he didn't stop the boy as he continued rambling. "You don't deserve this, Tim. You.... you're a good man. God, a kid shouldn't have had to deal with... with that fucker." Tim recalled briefly telling Jay og how Tim saw "that fucker" long before Marble Hornets was a thing. How he could feel the buzzing in his skill for as long as he could remember, ever present and only getting worse as the years went on. For a long time, Tim was convinced it was all just another hallucination, the schizophrenia nipping him in the bud. But everything seemed to align so horribly perfect. Seeing the stark image of him on those tapes only further confirmed his suspicions.

Tim stared kind of dumbfoundedly at Jay. He wasn't sure what to say. The topic of his childhood, of "that fucker" always made him uneasy, but another part of him felt like the exposure therapy made it easier to cope with, to know that in some twisted sense, he and Jay were in the same boat, both of them clinging to eavhother to keep the other from going overboard.

"You just... I just.... God I hate this, Tim. I should have never gotten involved with this shit. I shouldn't have dragged you back into this, I-I'n so- fuck- I'm so sorry." The dam inside of Jay was broken. He seemed to be spilling every thought he had, tears clouding his vision as he did. His hands shook as he clutched the steering wheel, and Tim worried about the logistics of driving safely while crying.

"Pull over." Tim muttered. Jay, unsure of what Tim planned to do, but seeming to have an inkling of trust in Tim, obliged. He slowly pulled the car off the side of the road, putting it in park and staring down at the wheel as he seemed to have a death grip on it.

Jay sniffled, eyes still brimming and spilling with tears. He refused to look up, he just let his hot tears stream down his face, slowly gliding down his chin, his neck, and soaking into the neck of his shirt.

After a few moments of awkward silence, only broken by Jay's slowly quieting sobs, Tim silently reached over, placing a hand on Jay's shoulder. His grip was firm, but not aggressive. It was a silent reassurance. A way of saying "I'm here. You can cry" without Tim having to actually say it.

After a few moments, Jay finally looked up, over at Tim. Tim's eyes locked with the tear ridden boy, and he gave him a weak half-smile. It was the most vulnerable he had ever managed to be.

Suddenly, Jay's gaze shifted, and his eyes filled with horror as he stared at something just past Tim. Tim quickly shot his head around, searching for any kind of warning signs. There was nothing. Nothing except for the distant line of trees. Tim looked back to Jay, who had began to shake. Jay's breathing quickened, and his eyes were wide, stray mumbling escaping his lips.

"H-he's out there... isn't he. H-he's coming for us a-a-and he-"

Jay let out another sob. The shaking, the state of frozen shock,, the hyperventilating, the mindless mumbling, Tim had a vague idea of what was going on. He figured Jay was having some sort of panic attack, induced by the paranoia that "It" was out there, watching them.

Tim has had his fair share of these. He knew how to pull someone out of this state. He have Jay a soft gaze before unbuckling his seatbelt, turning and opening the door. He got out, turning to Jay. "I'm coming over there." He let Jay know he wasn't leaving him, reassuring him that his presence would return. He walked over to the drivers side of the car, popping the door open. He reached over Jay, and unbuckled his seat belt, reaching out a hand for Jay to grab. "We're going to go to the back seat. You'll have more space, you can lay down. You won't feel as cramped." Tim explained, his usual gruff tone replaced by a tender and cautious one.

Jay, barely processing his surroundings, only nodded before grabbing onto Tim's hand. Tim steadied Jay, the poor guys legs shaking from the shock and fear. He steadied him, opening the back door and allowing Jay to climb in, Tim following suit as Jay crawled into the middle seat, his breathing still quick and shaky.

Tim kept a firm grip on Jay's hand, trying to comfort him, reassure him.

"Jay... hey, listen. Its okay. Alex, The opera-"

"Dont say its name-" Jay quickly interjected, eyes wide with fear as he stared at Tim.

Tim nodded, continuing on. "-it is not there. You're okay, Jay. You're here. You're in the backseat for your car." Tim grounded him the best he could, a soft tone edging into his voice. He looked at Jay, a gaze that once only held contempt towards him, now only laced with concern and care. He was like him. He was scared.

Jay seemed to subconsciously lean into Tim's presence, the only constant in his boggled mind. This didn't go unnoticed by Tim, him being the ever observant man he was.

"How about you lay down. C'mon." Tim mumbled, awkwardly taking a hand and placing it behind Jay's head, leading him so that he could lay down. Jay didn't complain, and in fact seemed welcoming to the touch. He gingerly rested his head in Tim's lap, seeming hesitant at first, before the exhaustion of his slowly calming panic attack took over. "Good... now, breathe with me, kay?"

Jay didn't audibly respond, simply nodding. Tim gave him a half-smile, taking that as a yes, and he took a deep inhale for 4 seconds, holding for 8, and exhaling for 7. Jay followed suit, inhale, hold, exhale. The cycle repeated a few times until Jay's breathing became steadier, and he wasn't shaking with fear. Jay's eyes rested upon Tim's stark features. He found an odd sense of calm in the mind. To him, Tim was possibly the strongest person on the planet. If Tim could do it, then so could he.

The staring didn't go unnoticed by Tim. He gazed down at the man in his lap, eyes soft. Absent-mindedly, Tim's hand that rested behind Jay's head had began to carefully play with his hair, curling his fingers into it and releasing. When the action was noticed, Tim began to pull his hand away, unsure if the touch were bothering Jay. Before he could, Jay grabbed Tim's wrist, and he pushed his head back towards his hand. Almost like a cat.

Cute.

Tim chuckled, returning to curling and unfurling his fingers around Jay's locks. The feeling seemed to calm Tim as well, the repeated action calming his ever-raving mind.

After a few moments, Jay's eyes seemed to be slowly drifting shut. Tim let out a hum, glancing up at the front seat. "We gotta get going, Jay." Tim mumbled, glancing up to the front seat. Jay let out a defiant groan, shaking his head, bring his hands up, placing them against his chest and dragging them down in a semi-circle motion.

Tired.

Tim was aware of Jay's tendency to go non-verbal. He often experienced the same thing. He nodded softly. "It's okay, I'll drive." Tim hummed. "You wanna stay back here so you can spread out?"

Jay quickly shook his head. Tim didn't blame him. The dark and dim backseat didn't seem like avery comforting spot at the moment. "Alright, come on, I gotcha." Tim popped open his door, allowing Jay to sit up before he slid out, Jay following him in the process. Jay sleepily stumbled next to Tim, Tim keeping a tight grip on him as he opened the passenger door and helped Jay sit down.

For a few minutes the car ride was silent, the only sound being the soft sound of the radio, turned down so that it wouldn't disturb or overwhelm Jay.

Tim felt a tug on his sleeve. He looked over, finding Jay leaning closer to him. Jay watched him for a moment before signing.

Talk to me.

Tim looked back to the road for a moment before his gaze returned to Jay. "Talk to you? 'Bout what?"

Anything.

Tim nodded, thinking for a moment.

"I used to hate you." Wow, harsh opening. He looked over, seeing a panicked yet understanding look upon Jay's face. "I was... angry. And my mind was fucked and I just. Raged. Not saying that you publishing my medical files online for all to see is okay, but what I'm saying is... I understand. You.... you're scared. You never intended to get dragged into this and you are just trying to help. I honestly think it's a bit admirable." Tim let out a short chuckle. "I wanted to have something to hate. Someone to blame and take my anger out on other than myself. And you were right there and I just- I shouldn't have punched you. I'm sorry, about that. Hope I didn't mess up your cute face too bad." Voicing his concern had always been an issue for him. It still was an issue, but it was obvious that Jay wanted some sort of reassurance. Tim was willing to give it.

You think my face is cute?

Jay cheekily grinned, and Tim just stared, sputtering for a moment. "Thats not- no- i-"

Jay chuckled, the noises catching Tim's attention, embarrassment of being caught in the act of complimenting someone written all over his face.

I think your face is cute too.

☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆•☆

Part of Tim wanted to hate Jay. He wanted to despise him. But he couldn't. No matter what he did, he couldn't stop liking him.

#jam #marble hornets #jay x tim #theyre so important to me #gay gay homosexual gay #idk what this is. just me rambling.

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sawtastic-sideblog · 8 months

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'Dear Lawrence,

You're back.

You are back.

You're here.

You were in my room. Reading my letters to you. The ones that told you everything I've felt since waking up in that bathroom eight hundred and fifty one days ago.

It's been three days since I told you to get out. Since I last ate, slept, or showered. Since John told you to give me my space."

Adam closes his journal and turns in his chair as someone jiggles his doorknob. A few moments later the door opens, letting Mark in. He is quick to close and lock the door before walking over to sit on the edge of Adam's bed.

"Listen, uh, I don't know how you feel. Someone you obviously care about is back from the dead. I'm sure it's confusing, but it could be a good thing. At least he's not a zombie," Mark cracks. Adam smiles a little and meets Mark's eyes. Mark can tell that Adam's mind is swirling with all kinds of emotions. "I lost my sister, Angela, a few years back. Her boyfriend killed her. I would give anything to have her back. I'm not trying to tell you what to do or how to feel, but at least consider talking to Gordon. He's not really showing it, but he's a mess."

Adam nods and for the first time ever, he speaks to Mark.

"What would I even say?"

Mark's eyebrows gives away his surprise as the younger man's voice. He sits quiet for a moment.

"I don't know."

"What would you tell your sister?"

"That I love her and that I'm sorry for what happened to her. That I'd protect her with my life. I'd do what ever it takes to keep her safe. I'd also talk to her like a day had never passed. Catch her up on my life."

"You think she'd be okay with you working for John Kramer, the Jigsaw Killer?"

"Oh, absolutely not, I'd leave this all in a heartbeat, if it meant just one more day with Angela."

Adam nods, smiling slightly at the thought of a happier Mark. Taking walks in the park, having lunch at a diner, and spending a rainy day in playing board games or watching movies, all with his sister. Adam wonders what his life would've been like if John didn't find him.

"Do you think we would've been friends? Like outside of all this?"

"You think we're friends now?"

"I'd like to think so. Now, anyway."

"If it makes you feel better, Adam, then yes, we would've been friends outside of all of this."

Adam chuckles and looks up at the window at the very top of his wall. The sun is setting and it's casting a pinkish hue into the room. His eyes follow to where the pink meets the the harsh yellow glow of the lamp. He looks back to Mark, who had been watching him carefully.

"I'm scared."

"I know. And it's okay. Go at your own pace. And, please, don't do anything to hurt yourself. Physically or otherwise. I can stand you far more than I can Amanda."

"Am I that tolerable? The one who doesn't talk."

"Well, yeah because you don't annoy me with a million questions. And you take better pictures."

"Thank you, Mark."

"Yeah, no problem. Tell Amanda anything and I'll fucking kill you."

"Of course. Don't tell Lawrence?"

"Would never dream of it."

Mark stands to leave as Adam's stomach growls loudly. Mark looks at him, makes a gesture to say 'follow me,' and starts walking for the door. Adam stands and follows Mark, making sure to lock his room behind him. The two walk through the workshop where Amanda is working on something as John and Lawrence stand watching her.

"Adam and I are heading out. If you want anything text me or get it yourself," Mark says as he opens the door to the garage. Adam can feel all three sets of eyes on him. He turns to look at them. Amanda seems neutral, John seems pleased that Adam has actually left his room, and Lawrence looks guilty. Theres a glimmer in his eyes. Is it hope? Adam tears his eyes from Lawrence and steps into the garage after Mark. Adam climbs into the passenger seat of the car he and Mark used three days before.

"He looks so guilty."

"If we're talking about Lawrence, yes, but he also looked hopeful," Mark responds as he backs out of the garage. Adam is silent for the drive to burger place. Mark uses the drive thru then drives them to the lake. Mark parks the car and gets out to sit on the hood. Adam sits beside Mark, looking out over the lake.

"Why would he have hope in me?"

"Maybe that you'd forgive him. Or talk to him at the very least."

"Forgive him? For what?"

"Leaving you in the bathroom. Faking his death. I don't know."

"I forgave him for the bathroom thing. He read my journal. He knows that."

"What about the whole not telling you he's alive thing."

"I don't know. I'm sure he has a reason. It's not like he owes me an explanation. We're not even friends."

"Yeah, but he made you a promise that he'd come back for you. He never did. You assumed he was dead and he suddenly shows up now? He owes you every explanation because he left you for dead."

Adam goes silent again. Thinking about everything that's been happening. The two finish their dinner in silence, watching the sun go down across the lake. They driveback to the warehouse once the sun has gone down.

Amanda is waiting in th garage with some gear and points at Mark when he pulls in.

"Guess that's my cue," Mark says.

"Guess so. Thanks for today, Mark. I really needed it."

"I know. Think about what we talked about, okay?"

"Okay. Goodnight. Try not to kill her."

"I'll do my best. Goodnight, Adam," Mark says as Adam opens th car door.

"So, you're talking now?" Amanda asks. Adam just stares. "Oh, I get it. You'll talk to him, but not me. Real mature, Adam."

"Come on, Amanda, stop picking on him. He's having a rough day," Mark calls from the car.

"A rough day? Well, I'm having a rough life!"

"This isn't a pissing contest. Let's go," Mark tries to call again.

"Not until he talks to me," Amanda says, turning on her heel to look at Adam. "Got nothing to say, huh?"

Adam just turns and walks tonthe garage door. He takes a deep breath as he hears the car door shut. Another deep breath and he turns the doorknob. Nobody in the workshop. He walks to the kitchen and takes one more dee breath. As Adam steps over the threshold, the conversation stops. John and Lawrence look over.

"How are you feeling today, Adam?" John asks as he stands. Not finding his voice he just holds his hand out flat and shakes it, showing he's okay but not great.

"Have you eaten today?" Lawrence asks, concern filling his blue eyes. Adam refuses to look at him and is hesitant to nod. "Good."

"Sit down, son. You two have a lot to talk about," John says, placing a cup of coffee on the table. Adam does so and John bids the two men goodnight. Neither want to be the first to speak, but Lawrence bites the bullet.

"I'm glad to see you're doing well."

Adam says nothing. He only stares into his coffee.

"I'm sorry for everything. Not coming back. Not telling you that I was alive. Invading your privacy and reading your journals."

Again Adam says nothing. He just looks up at Lawrence.

"You're hurt. I know that and I'll give you your space, but know that I am here to stay this time. We can be friends, coworkers, enemies, acquaintances, whatever you want. Just promise me you'll take care of yourself."

Adam stands with his coffee and retreats to his room, leaving behind Lawrence and his tear filled eyes.

Sitting back at the desk, Adam opens his journal once again.

"It's been a few hours and I've had a good conversation with Mark and you tried to talk to me. I have things I want to say, buti couldn't find the words. I know what I have to do because I want to keep you in my life, Lawrence.

I know I'm forgiven. You are too. We can be better together.

-Adam"

Adam turns to a new page and carefully rips it out. He downs half the coffee for courage and starts writing.

"Dear Lawrence,

I was paid to start following you and at first, I hated it. I hated you. You were a cheater. My mom cheated on my dad and I saw how bad that messed him up, so I felt bad for Allison. As I continued to follow you, I started to hate it less and less.

You slowly became tolerable and then I found myself craving the chase of staying near, but out of your sight. I learned so much about you. Where you liked to get lunch, your favorite coffee shop, and even your dry cleaner. All of that is something you could tell anyone. I saw more to you. They way your eyes would shine with satisfaction and guilt after you met for your affair, the way you would ruffle your hair after a long shift, and they way your eyes would scan your papers while never reading anything.

Then I woke up in the bathroom.

I saw you.

I knew that we were both in trouble. I wanted to admit everything, but I told you I was following you. You weren't happy.

You know what happened in the bathroom so, I'll skip to the part where you leave.

When you left, John got up and walked out. After a while, the adrenaline wore off and I was in so much pain. I passed out. Amanda tried to suffocate me, John came back for me, he nursed me back to health, and somehow convinced me to stay and work for him.

I was still broken. I never talked to anyone. Only you in whispers when I was alone. I am still broken.

But now you're here. I think I can put the pieces together if you're around. Even if you don't feel the way I feel about you. Which brings me to my next point.

I had a crush on you. When you left me there, in the bathroom, I felt my heart shatter and my stomach was shredded. I realized sitting there, before I passed out, I was in love. I was confused, scared, and embarrassed.

Falling for a man I was paid to follow. A man I was stuck in a Jigsaw Killer trap with. The man that left me for dead.

I know he didn't mean to, though.

I still loved him.

He came back.

You came back.

All those feelings came crashing down on me.

That's why I pushed you away. That's why I locked you out. And, now, thanks to Mark, that's why I'm writing you this letter. The only one I will allow you to read. For now.

So, Lawrence, this is my confession to you.

I forgive you.

I missed you.

I love you.

You said we can be whatever I want. I don't care as long as you're here.

Yours forever,

Adam"

Adam looks at the pile of crumpled paper and then his watch. It took him almost ten hours to actually write the letter. At some point, to get clarity, he showered, shaved, and brushed his teeth.

Folding the letter, Adam strides down the hall and into the kitchen. He looks around, only finding John.

"He's gone out," John says. Adam walks over and grabs the sandwich John was making. John watches as Adam takes a bite. "I guess I'll make another."

"Stress eating?" Mark asks from his spot at the table. Adam nods.

"I'm telling him."

"Good to hear your voice," John says. Adam nods as he rips off a bit of the sandwich and shoves it in his mouth. The three stay in a comfortable silence for a while. Lawrence and Amanda walk through the door, carrying groceries.

"A little help, please, Mark," Amanda says as she slams bags down in front of Mark. He rolls his eyes and stands to help. Adam takes bags from Lawrence and helps put away groceries.

With a deep breath, Adam shoves the letter into Lawrence's hand and runs out the door to the garage. He grabs the first set of keys he sees and runs to John's car.

He drives back to the lake that Mark took him to the day before. He finds a walking trail and follows it into the woods. He finds himself on the other side of the lake a few hours later. He keeps walking, taking in the sights and beauty of the lake and the nature around it.

Anxiety eats away at him as he walks. He's not sure how long he walks, but the sun is going down by the time he gets back to his car. He takes his time getting back home, even stopping to get pizza for everyone. He walks into the kitchen and sets the pizzas down. Mark, Amanda, and John followed him into the kitchen.

"Gordon, pizza's here!" Mark yells down the hallway. Lawrence walks into the room. His shirt is disheveled, his hair is a mess, his eyes are almost glazed over, and he seems to be on autopilot. Everyone sits around the table and takes some pizza.

"Have you guys ever walked the walking trail around the lake?" Adam ask.

"Nope," Mark says around his food.

"Is it pretty?" Amanda asks.

"Yeah, it's gorgeous. I think you'd like it, Amanda. John, you'd appreciate it."

"Is that where you were all day?" John asks. Adam nods.

"Yeah, I needed to think. A lot on my mind."

"Is there a place for a picnic?" Amanda asks.

"Yeah, there's a little clearing in the woods. It has a gazebo. Gazebos are cool. And there's, like, flowers and vines going up the railing. It's very pretty."

"That sounds so cute. Wanna go tomorrow?"

"Sure, we can make a day of it and just chill out."

"Yes, let's go! I need a chill day," Amanda says. The two make plans as they finish dinner. Afterwards, Adam walks back to his room and lays back on his bed. Exhaustion washes over him and he tries to sleep, but can't. He grabs his copy of 'The Old Man and the Sea.'

A couple hours later, Adam is dozing off while reading. Through the brain fog of sleep, he can hear his door open, close, and the door lock. Thinking it must be in his head, he keeps his eyes closed. A sudden weight is over him. His eyes crack open to see Lawrence hovering over him.

"Hello, can I help you?" Adam asks groggily.

"Yes," Lawrence says.

"With what?"

"This letter I got today. I need help deciphering," Lawrence says and rolls over onto his back beside Adam. Adam rolls over to his side to look at Lawrence, but his eyes are heavy with sleep.

"What about it?"

"Well, this guy told me he loved me."

"Okay? You need my help why?" Adam asks and closes his eyes.

"Because, I think I love him too."

"Lucky guy."

"Yeah. Should I kiss him."

"I think you should let him sleep. He's had a big emotional day. He's very tired."

"Fair enough," Lawrence says. He kisses Adam's head and pulls him close. Adam cuddles closer and drifts off in Lawrence's arms.

#this kept going for some reason #welp heres part 4 #this isnt really edited because im lazy #saw 2004 #saw franchise #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #amanda young #john kramer #mark hoffman #saw fanfic

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kiruamon · 10 months

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Teacher-AU Part 14!

After a long pause the story continues! I've organized all of my notes and ideas a bit, adjusted my timeline for certain events, and my hands are feeling a bit better, so I hope that I will be able to work on the AU a bit more regularly again.:)

Once again we find Damien and Teach during detention playing their usual game of asking each other questions.

"Why exactly did you become a teacher?" "As a pastime", this question was an easy one to answer. Although Oz received a rather disbelieving glance from Damien at first. Possibly he thought he was crazy now~. "You make it sound like it's a hobby." Was it? Dames had a point, if he reflected on it carefully. "You're not that far off from truth," the personification of fear admitted with a slight smirk and sounding somewhat amused. The job simply gave him a proper daily routine and something meaningful to do. Something he had been missing for a long time. "Where do you always get all the gasoline you bring to school?" "Gas station heists," Damien admitted with a slight shrug of his shoulders as if it wasn't worth mentioning. "But the bigger chunk comes from the cars they park in front of the school. Saves time." So that's why the tow truck service came by here so often. A small devilish grin crossed his student's lips before the fire-loving troublemaker pondered over his next question for a moment.

"Your little buddies there… ", Damien nodded his head in the direction of the phobias that were currently watching him from Teach's shoulder. "Can I… " He paused in his question.

Can I touch it? Hadn't he asked this question someone before? But who? And when? And what exac- ...N-nevermind! Maybe, he didn't really wanted to know the answer to that!

"Damien?", Teach's concerned voice snapped him out of his revery. He blinked. What? "Damien? What did you wanted to say?" Oh, shit, right, he was in the middle of a conversation after all! Hastily, Damien shook off the irritating feeling that this strange memory - if it even was one - had triggered in him. "I wanted to know if I could touch one of these pipsqueaks."

To be honest, he had been curious for some time to find out what the tiny fellas felt like. Besides, Teach still owed him one! For being all touchy out of the blue with him in the utility room that one day! Not that Damien would ever say that out loud. Sure, he couldn't be certain if his teacher would play along. But… it seemed to be worth a shot. But before Teach even got a chance to reply, the little guys on his body were already squealing all excitedly, despite the fact that they had been listening to the conversation silently until just now. Even though he couldn't hear it, Damien believed he recognized that Teach was talking to the small pipsqueaks. At least his teacher was gesticulating more than usual. And Teach, depending on which of the little creatures was squeaking or chirping at the moment, turned his face to precisely that little fellow. "It seems my voice doesn't count here," was the first sentence Damien could hear from Teach again as he turned to him with a slightly wry smile. His teacher didn't really sound annoyed, more a bit amused. "They say they don't mind." Teach glanced again at the two little phobias on his shoulder. Damien would have loved to know what Teach was telling them, but all he caught was the two little guys nodding at his history teacher and having a match of rock, paper, scissors with each other.

Oz had watched the little contest in silence, which was already decided after the first round. "Somnophobia it is. Well then," without delay he rose and stepped over to Damien at the table, who was obviously already quite eagerly waiting for them. Not that Oz could blame him. Somehow he had guessed that Damien would ask him this question at some point. Probably because he had done it in the past as well. Even if the circumstances had been a little bit different back then. Gently, the entity touched his left shoulder with his right hand from where Somnophobia slid smoothly onto the back of his hand while he threw Athazagoraphobia a soft glance of encouragement to not be too sad about losing.

Fascinated, Damien followed the scene, quietly watching as Teach's hand, along with the phobia resting on it, lowered itself until it was resting flat on the tabletop in front of him. Was it okay to make his move? The impatient prince was already tempted to reach out his hand when he noticed the small thing moving, wandering to Teach's fingertips and leaning forward with its whole body. A jolt went through the black body of the tiny guy and suddenly it tumbled, separated from Teach, onto the table in front of him. Without thinking Damien stretched out his hands to stop it from falling off the edge of the table. Surprised, he stared open-mouthed at the little pipsqueak in front of him. "No way! You can split them off?" "Mmm. It's a possible," his teacher confirmed to him as if that wasn't odd at all! And it was so cool! Amazed, he watched the phobia - which Teach had called Somnophobia or something - shakily standing back up and looking at him gratefully before it let out a happy squeak. He couldn't help himself from starting to grin. Even Damien didn't needed a translator to know what that meant. "Heh. Yeah, yeah, you're welcome. Just be more careful, little runt," he replied to the phobia, chuckling, before poking it as gently as he could with his index finger. The body of the tiny fella felt a little chilly. Almost like Teach's hand. But also somehow softer and more elastic. A bit like one of those anti-stress balls. Super weird. His tail twitched slightly behind his back as he tried as best he could to suppress the strange feeling of déjà vu that had overtaken him earlier. Curious, the demonic pyromaniac let his finger wander over the little creature, which began to snicker in response. "They're ticklish?" asked Damien in an almost enthusiastic manner as his grin widened and he playfully poked the small fellow a little more here and there. "Some of them are," Teach answered him in a cheerful way. Ticklish fears. How silly. But Damien liked it. Smirking, he rubbed his index finger over the phobia's head, which seemed to be enjoying all the attention quite a lot, if he interpreted the closed eyes and the cutesy-dumb smile on its face correctly. "Feels pretty fun. Sort of like play-doh or something." Actually, Teach's little friends were kinda cute. "You wouldn't by any chance let me keep one as a pet?" The question wasn't meant seriously, of course. Smirking, Damien looked up at his teacher, who was staring at him all frozen. Huh? What was that expression on Teach's face? Whatever it was, it disappeared as fast as it had come, because his teacher put a hand under his chin, brooding, and clearly thought seriously about his question before answering him.

"I think I wouldn't recommend that. Unless you don't mind developing a fear of sleeping." The fear of sleeping, he pondered… Better not, he already had more than enough problems with his night's sleep lately because of all those stupid, heartwrenching dreams. He could definitely live without any further worries in that matter. "I guess I pass." Huh? Damien felt a sudden grip on his finger, and when he looked down at his hand, he knew why. The little phobia had wrapped its thin arms around his finger as it gave him and Teach pouty looks and demonstratively just snuggled closer to his finger. It was simply hilarious and incredibly sweet in equal parts. "No need to pout. We can still hang out together," that at least seemed to cheer up his new little friend. Damien raised his hand a few inches, causing the little phobia to dangle just above the surface of the table before sliding his free hand underneath it and letting it drop down onto it. "Wow. Do you weigh anything at all?" for all he knew, the weight on his hand felt barely heavier than a tiny pebble - if even that. "Not an awful lot. But it's enough for the laws of gravity to affect them," Teach explained to him in his chipper tone, which he also often used in class when he was teaching them something new. This probably translated into something like them being quite the flyweights.

His eyes wandered from the tiny being in his hand back to Teach, who had made himself comfortable on a chair directly in front of him. Only the table separated them. Despite the closeness, Damien didn't feel the least bit nervous or uncomfortable. Somehow it had almost become a habit that they sat together in this classroom and chatted about all kinds of nonsense. The time during his detention was flying by when he was with Teach. Often he didn't even realized that the lesson was over until his teacher called his attention to the ringing of the school bell. Soon, the first school year would be over and this year's Prom was just around the corner, but before that… Damien twisted his face slightly in annoyance. The shitty school administration was a pain in his neck because of his flunked exams. If he couldn't get the re-exams in his more problematic classes on track, they would contact his dads. Maybe he would have to repeat the year. No way in hell he would either of these outcomes become true. He just needed to make it work. Somehow… urgh. "Damien?" an concerned voice sounded in his head, snapping him out of his gloomy thoughts. "Eh?" the hotheaded student blinked, looking over at Teach, and his irritation immediately faded a little.

"Is everything all right?" Dames let out a slight puff, he seemed a little tense. Maybe even annoyed. It was hard to tell what was going on. But still Damien held Somnophobia carefully in his hand while gently running his thumb over it, lost in thought. The amber eyes locked onto him. All Oz could do was wait to see if Damien would entrust himself to him on his own. It rarely did any good to pressure the hotheaded demon in these moments. His former partner pondered for a moment before opening his mouth. "Teach, I wanted to ask … " "Yes?"

Fuck no! No, no and no again! He couldn't ask that. It would be totally embarrassing asking Teach to tutor him! Even though the kindhearted dork always offered his students to ask him for help with their homework and studies during detention, it was simply out of the question! It was rare enough for him to have the opportunity to chat with Teach! Alone. Without some stupid idiots or prying eyes. To waste this time with studying would be… would be… Damien winced mentally as he realized what he had just been thinking. It sounded like he liked spending time with Teach! That was silly. He was just doing it to save himself some trouble. Because it was much more exhausting to constantly have to go to the principal's office or… … well… maybe he enjoyed the time here a little bit… Maybe he even enjoyed finding out more about his stupid history teacher. Having him… all to himself… Aaaargh! This was just downright embarrassing! He didn't wanted to think why he was having these mushy feelings! That didn't meant anything! Nothing at all! Anyway, what he really needed was an idea, because he was definitely not going to ask Teach for help!

"I… was wondering where exactly all the food ends up that your phobias are shoveling in… since… you guys are usually connected and all… " he hastily changed his question, trying to hide how flustered he still felt. Phew, that should do it for now. And at least he talked his way out rather skillfully! Teach would certainly not suspect a thing!

Something seemed to be bothering Dames quite a bit. At least the expression on Damien's face changed second by second. First the young demon looked hesitant, then clearly panicked, followed by a look of embarrassment, before finally regaining his composure again. Whatever was going on, Damien didn't look like he wanted to talk about it and distracted from what he had originally wanted to ask him. But that was okay. So he wanted to know where… the food ended? An unusual question. Which Oz couldn't blame Damien for asking. "It doesn't end up anywhere." "Huh?" The fiery arsonist looked at him in confusion, and Oz quickly went out for a more detailed explanation. "My body works a little differently than the bodies of most living things. You know. The whole personified fear thing and such?" Damien nodded, letting him know that he hadn't forgotten. "Good. So… basically what my phobias or I eat just dissolves. There's no metabolism that converts the food into energy like it is for you or a lot of other monsters. So it ends up in my mouth and then dissolves there at my will," Oz explained patiently. "But… then why do you even bother to eat in the first place?" Yeah, that question was probably valid, too. Oz could see how much Damien racked his brain over this, and couldn't help himself from smiling a little.

This whole dissolving thing sounded really badass, but…. If he didn't need food, why bother? Just for the heck of it? For fun? He looked at his teacher with genuine interest, eagerly awaiting the coming answer. "Well… part of me was just curious to know what it felt like to make this experience. Especially since food is such a big part of many creatures' lives," Damien didn't miss the way his history teacher's gaze lingered on several of his phobias, which happily traveled up and down his teacher's arm before the white eyes settled themselves on him again. "At first, we didn't know exactly what to make of it. It was a strange experience. Completely new and without any particular expectations of it. It took time getting used to it." Damien tried to imagine what it would be like if he didn't needed any food. To go without for years and then, for the very first time, shove a hamburger or maybe just a piece of candy into his mouth. Maybe it would feel like a foreign object. Something that didn't belong there? It was weirdly exciting to take this perspective, which was why he listened fascinated to what Teach told him. "Personally, I liked it when the food had a distinct texture or shape, because back then I hadn't any real ideas about what actually tasted good or not. I… didn't tried to develop taste buds for my tongue until much later so to be able to distinguish the different tastes the way other beings do. That helped me gain a better understanding of what even passed for food to most people and what didn't." Teach looked almost a little sheepish when he told him this. Damien, on the other hand, found it plain amazing. It was fun to learn about these things. He would have loved to see Teach's face when he ate something spicy or sour for the first time with his newly developed taste buds. Or something that tasted really good to him. In addition, he learned an interesting new fact. Teach had a tongue. Hell. He would really like to get a glimpse of it. Due to the weird glow in Teach's mouth, he hadn't seen anything in it at the night of the fireworks! "However… I guess I have to confess that my phobias have different views on this matter than I do and are… less picky about what they consume." Damien grinned a little at this statement, especially since Teach was giving the small ones such reproachful glances that it only made him more curious. His tail swayed back and forth behind his back in amusement. "Sounds almost like a fun story. Come on, tell me. What have your little rascals done?" With a grin on his face, he challenged Teach to tell him more about himself and his strange little companions. At least until the sound of the bell would ring again.

Also, here's the scene from the past from which Damien's déjà vu came and that he failed to remember fully:

"Can I touch it?" "O-oh… w-well, if you… if you really want to, I guess… it's fine." "Really? Awesome!" "Hold out y-your hands, okay?" Damien slid a little closer on the bleachers to his shy classmate. With a gleam in his eyes, like a small child, he complied the request and held out both of his hands like formed into a bowl towards the other. Shortly after, his classmate dropped one of the funny looking creatures into his hands. So they were detachable? Totally metal! "Pfffh, that feels super weird!" Like he was holding a pile of living clay in his hands. "Hey. Let me keep one of these as a pet!" Damien almost had to laugh as he looked into the stunned face of the monster next to him. "I'm sorry, but that's not possible." "Not possible?" Well, he had almost figured that much. "And… ", Damien already started his sentence, while a mischievous grin formed on his lips. "If I took you as my pe- Ouch!" He laughed as the weak punch hit him in the side. "Kekekeke. I was just kidding. Relax." He just couldn't help teasing him. However, his companion, who was sitting next to him with his arms crossed, probably saw things a little different and avoided looking at him directly. "Are you pouting?" "No," was all he got as an answer. Pfffh. Sure. He was absolutely pouting. "Noooo? Are you sure? Cause it looks definitely li-hey!" He suffered another smack on the shoulder. "Fine! I'll stop, okay?" Hehe, it was really too easy to tease him. However, the slightly annoyed snort didn't escaped his ears. "You're not really mad at me, are you?" Or was he? "Come on. I'll treat you as an apology." Satisfied, Damien watched as his friend found it harder to continue playing the offended sorehead. "You get to pick the place, too." "… fine." There we go! Satisfied, Damien's tail swayed back and forth before gently wrapping itself around the other's slender wrist. "By the way! I haven't told you about how Principal Giant Spider put me in detention again because… "

A little heads up here, the last section of this part deals with the loss and grief that the death of Oz's friends caused him back then and how much those events still affect him til today.

There are good days and bad days. But the anniversary of his friends' deaths is always a bad day for Oz. As this special anniversary approaches once again, Oz is struggling with very conflicting emotions. Technically, he should be feeling better. More at ease. But the trauma he has suffered from that day, even with the knowledge that his friends are safe, alive and well, is not easily erased. Oz tries hard to keep it together during class, the only difference his students notice is that Teach seems more absentminded and clumsy than usual. It is mostly minor things. That he has them open the wrong page in the book before he realizes his mistake. That he accidentally bumps into the edge of the teacher's desk or misplaces the chalk. Nothing too dramatic, quickly forgotten, and something you could easily brush off. But in reality, Oz just barely manages to stay in his role. And with every passing hour he wishes more and more to just hide in his little room, because he's not okay, no matter how much he tries to fool everyone into believing he is. This year it is Coach who takes him to the side to talk to him.

Even though he was a lot older and had worked for much longer at the school, Coach always treated him like a younger colleague, even after all these years. And admittedly… often enough Oz felt less mature than his old gym teacher. Next to the old tiger, he felt like a little kid who was lost. Lost in a far away and foreign city. It was so pathetic… Shouldn't he be able to stand on his own feet by now? His shoulders drooped further, his gaze fixed silently on his feet as he sat next to Teach on one of the gym benches. His former PE teacher had seen him stumbling down the hallway, lost in gloomy thoughts, and had waved him over. And now here they were, sitting side by side in the gym while his thoughts whirled around and around, sucking him dry like a blood starving vampire would do to its next meal. "Not having a good day, eh kiddo?" Oz only slightly shook his head. It really wasn't a good day for him. The broad-shouldered veteran who had taken a seat next to him looked at him and waited. Giving him time. Oz didn't know how long he remained silent until the thing that was stuck inside him like thorns slowly loosened, releasing the words that had previously become entangled in them. "There was a time when I found it relaxing to sleep," Oz began quietly, picking up one of the loose threads that seemed to be scattered all around his feet, representing the chaos of his jumbled thoughts. "To lie down and rest, even if I didn't really needed to. But I liked it to give my head a break for a few hours. And… ", his voice faltered a bit and it took him a few seconds before he found it again. "… and even more I loved to find myself in his arms. Just being by his side and knowing that the next time I opened my eyes, he would be the first thing I see." It had been so wonderful. He had felt so safe. Secure and loved. But… "But now… now the mere idea of sleeping scares me to death… " he breathed quietly, wrapping his arms tighter around himself. "I am afraid of going to bed. To close my eyes even for more than a minute, because I… because I fear the images that will force themselves into my head… " Images of crumbling cities. Endless emptiness. "I'm scared I could wake up and find that those visions have become my reality again. That I am still there. Surrounded by nothing but death. … all alone… what… what if I never truly escaped from this? And never will? I would be… all alone again and no one… no one would be… ", his voice cracked. God, he had always thought he knew what loneliness was. Until that day. And then he had learned what true loneliness was. How scary and frightening it felt. How much it made you doubt your own sanity, as soon as you gave yourself the smallest opening. How much it ate you up from inside and left only the ugly parts. Unable to keep going, Oz gripped his head with shaking hands. His skull pounded, he felt sick to his non-existing stomach and he had to do everything in his power to lock away the memories so that he wouldn't collapse here and now. He really wished he could have screamed or cried. But he simply lacked the strength to do either of those things. Instead, he felt his colleague's big paw pressing against his back lightly stroking it and he was so thankful for this small gesture. Because it let him know that he wasn't alone. That he was here and not there. It was enough to earth him. To find his voice again. "It's been so long. Exactly to the day… but I just can't… not yet… " He didn't felt like he was moving forward. To be able to see a future for himself. Sometimes he thought he was making progress, but was that really true? Or was he just going in circles? Even if he was running, what if the ground under his feet, like a treadmill, was moving in exactly the opposite direction, and he was actually running on the same spot all the time?

Oz felt how the phobias began stirring inside him. How they got into a turmoil because of his feelings. With great difficulty he managed to calm them down to keep them from bursting out. Neither he nor they wanted to cause Coach any more trouble than they already did. But he was so exhausted. So tired. His body shuddered. He would have preferred to go to his room, turn every light off, and stare into the emptiness as he banished all his thoughts far, far away. Instead, in his mind, he saw a line of gravestones changing through the centuries. He had visited them over and over again. Blue flowers - forget-me-nots - placed in front of them. Every single year he would go there. No matter how far his feet had taken him before. Even if he were on the other side of the world… His visits had always been brief, since he just couldn't bear to stay there for long without feeling his heart breaking once again. And yet this place had pulled him back again and again. Like a ritual that had bound him like a curse, until he had found himself trapped in this new place. Stuck in his self-imposed prison and unable to return to there. Oz remembered how he had found the flowers here on the grounds as well. Way before the first monsters had shown up here to rebuild the foundation walls of his old school. And he remembered how he had planted some of the wild plants near his small wooden cabin. The cabin had crumbled over time, but the little field of flowers was still there. And still he took care of it. But this year he didn't really knew why. Why was he still grieving? Shouldn't it stop? Shouldn't he be feeling better by now? They were alive again. So why didn't his pain finally stopped? Why did he feel so alone? Like he was left behind again? Why did it still feel like he was stuck in a nightmare? Coach's paw pushed his head gently downward. Like a child whose head was patted as a way of letting him know that everything was going to be okay. "The war took a lot from us all," he heard Coach say in his calm rumbling voice. Understanding swung in it. It felt good to talk to someone who was able to relate to his experiences in some way. Coach, too, saw and lived through horrible things in his life. His old teacher rarely talked about it, but over the years Oz picked up enough to put the pieces together… Even if they hadn't gone through exactly the same experience, it was good to be understood. It made everything a little easier. Very slowly Oz turned his head to his former teacher, looked him in the face and asked: "What can I do to free myself from this? How can I get rid of these images?" The old gym teacher looked at him kindly and replied: "You can't. All you can do is live with them and move on. Just keep going. It's like running a marathon. Keep running and eventually you'll get to the finish line, kiddo." Oz took a deep breath and thought about Teach's well-meant words. About their meaning. Right… Even if he couldn't see the finish line now, that didn't mean it wasn't there or that he was standing still. As long as he kept running, maybe he would arrive someday, somewhere. Somewhere where he belonged. He noticed Coach nudging him, a warm, encouraging grin on his bearded face. "How about a practice round right now?", Coach asked him, nodding over to the empty hall. Oz laughed weakly. He probably could have guessed right away that his colleague would invite him to a workout. But yeah… why not? "Good. But please, this time without any pitfalls." Life had enough of those already. "Hohoho, I guess you had enough of those for today," Coach agreed with him cheerfully. Oz realized that he felt somewhat lighter as he stood up from the bench and started to move forward.

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survey #196

Do you prefer cold or room temperature drinking water? Freezing water, once it reaches BARELY room temperature, it's disgusting to me.

Has a romantic partner ever given you a pet as a gift? No. I don't think this is even a good idea unless you yourself are in on it. Don't just randomly give someone a pet.

Did you ever go to daycare as a kid? Very briefly, I think for literally a day; it was such an upsetting experience for toddler me that I STILL remember it. First of all, I had very severe separation anxiety from my mom, so I was already upset, and I eventually got scolded and my hand slapped by a guardian (teacher? idk) for going into the "wrong" room, which I had zero way of knowing when you consider other kids were in it playing, like I was. I don't remember everything else that happened that day, but I do know it ended with me wailing in another woman's arms while waiting for Mom to pick me up. Pretty sure I never went back because Mom was fuming that I was hit.

Who’s one of the most talented people you know? What are they talented at? I know loads of talented people, but just to name one, my boyfriend is a badass at like any video game you sit him in front of, lol. He's the guy that's platinumed FromSoft games.

How long have you had your current mattress? It's actually quite new, not even a year. My old mattress had a total pit in it that was HELL to get out of because of my life period of living in bed. It was like climbing out of a sinkhole.

What’s your sexuality? Pansexual.

What’s your gender identity? I'm a cis woman.

Are you the type of person who can make friends with just about anyone? Nope.

Have you ever experienced a medical emergency? Yes.

Do you have one of those removable hand-held shower heads? Yes, these are like, mandatory for me. I'm a big person and need Angles ok lmao

How many burners does your stove have? Four.

When you go to a restaurant, do you prefer to sit at a booth or a table? Booth.

What’s something you think everyone should do/experience at least once in their life? Being truly loved by someone. I don't just mean romantically.

Has your car ever been broken into? I've never had my own car, but this hasn't happened to my mom's.

Have you ever read the Hunger Games series? I loved the first book. I think I started the second, but didn't get far for some reason.

Do you live in the city or a rural area? City, tragically.

Have you ever been bitten by a wild animal? No.

Are you close to any of your cousins? No.

What song did you last listen to? HAHAHA it was literally "Nails, Hair, Hips, Heels" by Todrick Hall.

Do you watch a lot of movies? No, I'm not really a movie person.

Ever witnessed a murder? Thank fuck no.

Does your room have a ceiling fan? It does.

What are your religious views? Some agnostic/atheist mix.

Are you a romantic person? Yes.

Have you ever failed a subject before? Yes. Multiple times through various college attempts.

Have you ever been injured in a car accident? I've been in an accident, but thankfully I wasn't injured.

What was your favorite television show as a child? Pokemon.

Are you afraid of insects? Not in general, but some are capable of startling me for sure.

Are you cold-natured? I'm actually normally hot, but that hasn't been the case lately; I'm having thyroid issues and I've been always freezing as of late. I'm always in slippers and a jacket or blanket.

What annoys you most about social networking? People are way too ballsy in saying shit they'd never, ever say in person. The levels of vocal hate people can reach behind a computer is wild.

What is your favorite kind of flower? Orchids, dahlias, roses, specifically pink tulips, and hydrangeas.

Do you think you’re living a good life? No.

Have you ever played on the Ouija board? No. I don't think I believe in their "capabilities," but I am cautious enough to have no interest in doing this.

Do you wish your life were simpler or more interesting? I absolutely do.

Have you ever had a deadly animal as a pet? No.

Do you take naps daily? Usually, but not always.

What’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said to someone? nope because it's fucking embarrassing

Have you ever been in a hot tub before? Yeah, at hotels and at the apartment I sorta "lived" in with Jason.

Who in your family has been married the longest? (and how long?) Hell if I know, I don't really know my extended family well.

Do you take your shoes off when you come inside? Yes. My mom doesn't like, mandate it as a house rule, though.

What’s your favorite movie series? The Lion King. The first and second are so legendary. 1 1/2 is okay, but ASTONISHINGLY when you consider the main character is a meerkat, I don't love it nearly as much as the first two.

What is something that’s considered a luxury, but you wouldn’t want to live without? A dishwasher. I can't stand washes dishes by hand.

What was the first social media site you ever used? MySpace.

Do you have any exes you really regret dating? Not REALLY regret, but one I just lightly regret dating because it was pointless.

Is your best friend male or female? Male.

What's your least favorite holiday? When it comes to origins, Thanksgiving.

Have you ever been sexually attracted to a fictional character? are you new here

Have you ever had a crush of a person of your own gender? Yeah, I've dated a woman.

Who was someone you felt unsafe with but had to be around in your life? My dad, growing up.

When was the first time you felt sexualized? I'm not sure.

Are your values more conservative or liberal? I'm primarily politically left.

If you could go back in time and change something what would it be? How I handled the breakup with Jason.

Have you ever lost a nail completely for any reason? What happened? Yes. I picked at a toenail and ended up ripping the whole thing off lol, thankfully it was the second-to-smallest toe and I have VERY small toes, so it wasn't excruciating, but it hurt.

Have you ever had any experience with alcoholism? My dad was an alcoholic until sometime after my parents split.

What color eyes do your pet(s) have? Roman's are light blue, Venus' are just black, and Cookie's are brown.

Do you watch The Great British Bake Off (or The Great British Baking Show as it’s known in the US)? Yeah, sometimes with Mom and/or Girt.

Are you the sort of person who can nap or sleep anywhere, anytime? No.

Will you ever call it X, or will you always call it Twitter? It's Twitter, dude. I think the whole world besides Musk himself agrees with this.

Are you a fast walker? No, but I've made serious progress from when my legs were in horrible condition.

Were you susceptible to peer pressure as a teenager? No, not really.

What website do you spend the most time on? YouTube.

What was the hardest time of your life? All of 2016. The breakup happened in August or September of 2015, and I lived in absolute hell until February 2017.

Who's the person you feel safest with? My mom as well as my boyfriend.

What kinds of books do you read? Fantasy is the overarching theme of books I generally like. My favorite is probably animal fantasy.

The most serious injury you've ever had? A concussion.

Have you ever read someone's diary, without them knowing? No, that is extremely disrespectful and honestly evil.

The weirdest thing people have ever picked on, about your appearance? Maybe my ears being so small, lol. No one's ever picked on that in a mean way, though.

First time you met a transgender person? I'm actually not sure.

What's the most hurtful thing someone's said about you? Sara calling me a liar regarding being traumatized is unfuckingforgivable.

Who is your most problematic crush? Juan. Well, more a "was" than "is" as I've felt nothing towards him since I was a teenager, but.

What is the worst thing one of your family members has done to you? Driving extremely recklessly with me and my little sister in the car. He was working at Krispy Kreme at the time and picked us up in a work truck (idk what to properly call it, but the back was empty), and Nicole, who was in the back, absolutely would've died if he crashed. I was in the passenger's seat, and few experiences I've had match the level of afraid I was. Realistically I shouldn't forgive him for putting our lives on the line like this.

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hello!! I want to join your mini-event! Can you do prompt 3 for Edgar from IkeRev? thank you very much

Of course, anon dear! Thank you for the request and I hope you'll enjoy the headcanons!

💭 — what is your oc’s mbti, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?

Now, I don't do these kinds of tests, know nothing really about the different types and really don't have an interest in going and wasting potentially hours on doing them for fictional characters, but I will say, without a doubt in my mind that, if these were available in Cradle, these kind of personality tests would definitely be something that would hold Edgar's attention. He would find them interesting and amusing and would definitely take them, possibly even taking them for his friends or the people he knows, just to see what their results would be as well.

🚗 — does your oc have a driver’s license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars?

Now, Cradle doesn't really have cars and such, but assuming they did, I could see Edgar having his license and I do think he's a fairly decent driver, though he has a tendency to have a bit of a lead foot and does enjoy speeding, when he knows he wouldn't be caught.

✈️ — does your oc like traveling, or do they consider themselves a more homey person?

Edgar would enjoy travelling with the right people. By himself, he doesn't really see much enjoyment in it and he's not a solo vacationer. He really only sees the adventure and interest in a trip if he can share the experiences with someone else.

🎮 — what are three of your oc’s favorite hobbies?

Teasing people - Edgar really does enjoy it, even when he pretends he doesn't. He also really does like playing with animals and spending time with his own family of ducks or even just feeding the regular birds that come and gather around the Red Army headquarters. He also really does like training and sparring, which would probably be the only thing he genuinely considers a hobby of his.

💍 — does your oc have any piercings? do they want any (more) piercings? does your oc have any tattoos? do they want any (more) tattoos?

Edgar doesn't have any piercings and I don't think he has any interest in getting any himself. He can admire them on other people, but they're just not for him. The same goes with tattoos - he loves them on others, but it's just not something he really wants on his own body.

📚 — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (ged, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

Now, it's never really shown that Cradle has any universities or such, so I do think that Edgar has completed the amount of schooling available to him in Cradle. I do see him as someone who did enjoy the student life and he definitely would have pursued higher learning if it was available to him.

🎻 — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)

I do think, because of his family's strict upbringing, that Edgar was required to learn at least one instrument. I can see him being a skilled piano player, though not quite at the virtuoso level, though he really doesn't find much enjoyment in actually playing.

🩸 — what is your oc’s blood type?

I personally see Edgar as blood type AB negative, especially if we're going by blood type personality theory.

🎶 — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

Now, again, because Cradle is the place it is, there's not a hugely wide variety of music, so assuming that modern music was around in Cradle, I see Edgar being very much a fan of bubblegum pop, just light and happy and upbeat music that sticks in your mind, or a fan of really catchy theme songs from popular shows, which he hums or sings a few lines of when he's feeling in the mood to be particularly annoying, just to make sure they get stuck in people's heads.

💯 — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Edgar is double jointed and can bend his fingers back until they touch the back of his hand. Edgar can dislocate his shoulders at will. Edgar has a really great memory, especially when it comes to people's words.

💤 — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

Edgar is a pretty solid sleeper, once he falls asleep. He's still easy enough to wake up to certain triggers, such as someone entering his bedroom or saying his name, but he sleeps soundly once asleep. However, he does sometimes really struggle to fall asleep.

🔱 — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

Edgar can swim but he's not really been swimming for enjoyment too often - it only happened during his school days and he really did enjoy it. They're part of his happiest memories.

🔺 — does your oc know how to use any weapons?

Yes. Even canonically, it's shown that Edgar is one of the most experienced and skilled swordsmen.

🔶 — does your oc know cpr? do they have any other medical expertise?

I do think, just because of the training he acquired from his family, that Edgar knows the basics of the human body and how to hurt or heal it. However, he's definitely not a doctor and he prefers to leave any major injuries to the actual professionals, like Kyle.

🚫 — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

No on both counts. I've mentioned it in previous headcanons, but Edgar really hates the smell of smoke because it does heavily remind him of his uncle, who I do headcanon as a smoker, and alcohol will be expounded upon further down.

🎄 — what is your oc’s favorite holiday?

I honestly don't think that Edgar had the opportunity, given his upbringing, to really celebrate many of the holidays with any particular enjoyment and festivities. His favourite holiday only came into play once his school years started and then it became his birthday, when his few friends would get him gifts or spend extra time with him.

🐶 — does your oc have any pets?

Yes, as shown canonically, Edgar has a family of ducks, the Creeks. He'd love to have more, but he'd hate to make them jealous or sad.

🐈 — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

As mentioned in other parts of this post, Edgar would enjoy having more friends. However, he wants true friends and he's okay with having less than he'd like of those, as long as those true friends are with him.

🐷 — what is your oc’s favorite animal?

Edgar really does have a fondness for any type of bird, something that started when he was really little and would sit at the window and watch the birds in the morning.

🐉 — what is your oc’s favorite mythical creature?

I think the sphinx would interest and amuse Edgar. He likes the riddles they give, since he's someone who finds enjoyment in trying to figure them out, and the stories of the punishments that awaited those who could not answer were interesting as well.

🍃— what is/was your oc’s favorite subject in school?

I think Edgar would really enjoy math and sciences most, just because they were areas that he excelled at, so the classes really took little effort on his part.

🌴 — does your oc have a green thumb? do they enjoy gardening?

See, it's kind of sad because Edgar would honestly love to garden...except that he's a terrible, terrible gardener, who can't tell the difference between a weed and a plant. As long as it grows, isn't he doing it right, is his general opinion on the matter.

❤️ — what are three of your oc’s positive traits?

Edgar is intelligent, he does have a genuine interest in others, and he can be incredibly brave.

🤍 — what are three of your oc’s neutral/questionable traits?

Edgar really does enjoy teasing people, he can be a little lazy when it comes to things that he doesn't really have an interest or a need to do, and he has horrible eating habits.

💔 — what are three of your oc’s negative traits?

Edgar can have difficulties understanding emotions, both his own and other people's. He can be cunning and ruthless when he needs or wants to be and he's not afraid to pull an underhanded trick to get his own way, though he is trying to be better with that.

💘 — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

Edgar considers freedom, both his own and that of others, to be the most important thing to him, other than the happiness and health of those few important people to him, especially after everything he's been through.

🧡 — does your oc tend to prioritize family or friends?

For most of his life, Edgar did prioritize Claudius and his family's teachings. However, as he aged and as he got closer to other people, he began to prioritize his friends and his found family more.

💛 — how many languages does your oc speak? what language(s) are they learning, if any?

While Cradle is mostly shown to be a single-language population, I do feel that Edgar, if there were other languages spoken, would be a polyglot, who picks up languages rather quickly.

💚 — does your oc prefer being inside or outside?

Edgar really enjoys being outside, even if he's simply lazing around under a tree and watching the Creeks. However, if the weather isn't cooperating, as long as he has something to do or something to amuse him indoors, he can be content there as well.

🖤 — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone’s heart and/or broken someone’s trust?

Yes to both. Again, Edgar's upbringing, and the things he was forced to do, were brutal by most people's standards, to the point where he'll never actually tell anybody everything that Claudius had him do or that he did under orders.

🎂 — when is your oc’s birthday? how old are they? what are their sun, moon, & rising signs (if known)? what about their tarot card, ruling planet, & ruling number (if known)? do they fit the typical traits of these sun, moon, & rising signs?

Edgar was born August 23 and he's 25. That makes him a Virgo, with the moon in Cancer, though he doesn't know his rising signs, though he'd love to find someone to do a whole birth chart for him. He honestly does find things like that enjoyable to learn and read about and he enjoys seeing what fits him and what doesn't.

🍝 — what is/are your oc’s favorite food(s)?

Edgar really does have a real sweet tooth and he loves junk food, especially jelly beans and gummy worms or bears. With the bears, he always eats the heads first - so they don't suffer, of course.

🍦 — what is/are your oc’s favorite ice cream flavor(s)?

I feel like Edgar would really gravitate towards the insanely bright and fun coloured ice cream flavours, like Moon Mist, Cotton Candy, or Bubble Gum, especially since it would slightly gross Jonah out and he does find that amusing.

🍔— is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? which one do they prefer?

Edgar isn't quite a lethal chef. I feel he could fend for himself, if it was left to him to make his own meals, but I don't think he's a great cook. He tends to either make things very bland or over-season them when cooking and he tends to burn everything he attempts to bake, to the point where Luka doesn't let Edgar around when he's baking.

🍸 — what is your oc’s favorite alcoholic drink, if they can drink?

I honestly don't see Edgar as much of a drinker. He's learned to tolerate it, if the situation demanded it, but he dislikes the taste and the very act of getting drunk.

☕️ — does your oc prefer coffee, tea, hot chocolate, milk, water, or some other drink? how do they like to take this drink (ex. coffee with milk, hot chocolate with whipped cream, a specific kind of tea, etc)?

Edgar drinks a lot of water. It's most of what he drinks, though he really likes hot chocolate, especially if Luka is the one making it for him because Luka, in his opinion, makes the best hot chocolate and it used to be Edgar's study treat during their school days.

😊 — what are your oc’s career/general life desires? what do they want to get the most out of life?

Honestly, Edgar doesn't know! He knows what he used to think it was, but he's not sure what he wants or even fully who he is as he ages...honestly, I think he mostly just wants to figure out who he is, what makes him happy, and to live a life that makes him happy and helps the people around him. He wants to really make things right for himself and everyone around him, and to leave their lives just a little bit better for them letting him be in them.

😖 — is your oc an introvert, an extrovert, or an ambivert? do they let people in easily, or are they more reserved?

I would personally classify Edgar as an extrovert, because he really does love being around people and he is energized by spending time with them. However, he's a very reserved extrovert in that he doesn't really trust people easily and he doesn't know how to let people in all that well.

🤔 — what are some of your oc’s quirks/mannerisms?

Edgar has a habit of snapping his fingers whenever he says 'like that'. He can roll a coin perfectly between his fingers and he has a habit of sucking his teeth when he's really annoyed.

🧐 — is your oc more logical or emotional?

Edgar really was raised to be very logical. He was raised to suppress or push aside his own emotions and convictions and always take the logical route. While he's trying to do better at identifying his own emotions and giving them more weight, he can still tend to be a little too logically minded at times.

🤓 — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy?

Edgar's not shy by any means. He doesn't fear talking to people, but he's also not a chatterbox. He's good at small conversations, but isn't a naturally verbose person, and he does enjoy more listening to other people. However, the closer he gets to someone and the more trust he feels towards them, the more likely it is that he will open up and talk more.

🤩 — is your oc a planner, or are they more spontaneous in their actions?

While most some of Edgar's actions seem to come out of left field to those around him, and most consider him as someone full of surprises, make no mistakes - Edgar carefully plans and plots and usually knows what he's going to do, though he can certainly improvise on the fly.

😥 — is your oc prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for them to keep their cool?

Edgar suppresses a lot of his stress. He wasn't really ever allowed to show it; he learned to keep a calm, implacable façade at an early age and it's something he now does subconsciously. For the most part, because of that, he's really good at working and living under high amounts of stress, because he certainly does get stressed.

😓 — is your oc open-minded or stubborn? are they inquisitive or do they prefer to keep to their bubble of knowledge?

It really does depend on the subject. Edgar can be really pig-headed when it comes to certain things, both large and important topics and little bitty petty things, like how a towel should be folded. For most things though, he does try to keep an open mind and he's someone who wants to be constantly learning.

😞 — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

Edgar would really love to attract others. I really do think he feels incredibly lonely at times, but the fact is that he really does tend to put people off. People tend to honestly be a little creeped out by him, but Edgar isn't dumb and he does realize that some of his mannerisms are off-putting and if he just changed them, people might find him more approachable. However, he doesn't want to have to change himself...truth be told, there's very few parts of himself that he's sure are himself and aren't just his uncle's influence, so he doesn't want to change those things. He wants people to like him for as much of who he is that he knows.

🤒 — does your oc get sick easily?

Edgar doesn't get sick often, but when he does, it tends to be more issues with his muscles and joints, especially in his legs and feet.

👨‍👩‍👧‍👦 — how many people are in your oc’s immediate family? how many people are in your oc’s extended family? do they have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, etc? who in their family are they closest with? are they close with their birth family, or do they have a found family?

Claudius is the only surviving member of Edgar's family, and he's largely the person who raised Edgar. As a confirmed bachelor, Claudius had no spouse or children, so it was mostly Edgar and his uncle during his entire life. However, while family used to mean a lot to Edgar, as he aged and was exposed to more and more people, he found that he counted those around him, like Zero or Luka, as more family than Claudius and he really is the type to put a lot of stock in the idea of a found family.

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