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mnovenia · 8 months

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Day 7 - 3 Aug 2023

Yaampun ini aku editnya 2 bulan kemudian btw hahaha.. but still i don't want to forget this wonderful God-given trip.

Basically it's the 2nd+3rd day of WRC. I listened a lot to Yoora's translation. Hari2 itu tuh aku sebenernya sedih and sepi ya ternyata gaada anak2, gaada Oppa Eonnie, tp trus ktemu di gereja sebentar aja ternyata seneng bgt hehe.. I remember Dr Noh's testimony so clearly and got teary, padahal tuh juga ngantuk banget trus tiba2 melek. You know he shared that he wasn't the smartest kid, he was struggling and also not having support from his parent (I forgot udah meninggal or gmn), and didn't go to reputable Seoul university, however God work miraculously and made him one of the best aesthetic doctor, own clinic with his wife, blessed by 3 kids, jangronim in the church, etc. However it's not without challenge, he exp his wife depression and many difficulties along the way, but he trusted and obeyed the Lord through it all, relied on Him is the key. He also taught me how can a business person do to contribute to the church financially. He was awaken by his friend who gave so much more than what he was willing, and God used that situation to urge him to trust and gave the exact amount. He put the amount with a name that he's wishing for his future kid (that's not existing yet). Only few years later the kid with the exact name was given by God to his family. Isn't is amazing? At that time I was making conviction that I will give the whole commission from the last deal (Sanur) to our Bali Yewon church, as I only witness it happened by God's grace only.

To think about Dr Noh, he was one of few people from Yewon church Korea that I know. Eunjung Eonnie brought me to his clinic on my 1st day in Korea, he changed my appearance eversince, he charged me only 1/3rd of the actual price, not only that, he said we're praying for Bali Yewon church always </3 how can my heart not break and always so touched and willing to pray for him, his family and his business, his ministry (he went to Palawan w his whole fam so that I sent him a card huhu). Out of so many people in the church, God used Dr Noh specifically on that day to speak to me. I didn't even know it was him at the beginning until I asked Bella at the end, and that was my WRC 2023's highlight.

Afterwards we took picture, I join the 3rd culture gank then we're headed to a siktang that I would never forgot. Ibu Anita, kwonsanim & jibsanim bought me jibsanim pacheon, kalguksu and mandy and many delish foods, thank you so much I will never forget.

Then I headed to hongdae to go to carlyn, tp trus kebelet bgt boker omg. Mana perjalanannya panjang bgt, salah naik bus lah, dowo nya ga ngerti lagi mo pengsan.

Poop di dept store random apa gt pas nyampe stasiun hongik HAHHAHA. Then ke common unique (ketemu cici2 tiktok), bought 2 clothes that i love to bits till today. Lanjut mo ke carlyn tp ga sanggup panasnya, so I stopped beli kopi dulu di cafe yg on my wishlist n ternyata hidden n popular diantara student2. Lanjut d jalan hongdae beli baju yg ky yoora, augh love it and cute bgt mana kostum lg warna warni banget kan. Pokoknya so happy me time & terima orderan hari itu beli carlyn buat ci lena n angie. Lanjut pgen ke Yeonamdong (Butter n Beurre tmpat Seoeun) ternyata lg ada shooting and nyenengin bgt daerahnya. Buru2 beli AA + cake sambil bikin forum utk dikirim k bu Anita yawla. Twas a good me time though. Pulangnya aga2 gelap n fishy gt jalannya gelap2 ke terminal bus tp daengita sampe juga oh Tuhan trima kasih banyak ya untuk hari itu kusangat bersyukur. Pulang di airbnb masih sempet ngonten pula untuk jualan dsbnyaa. And that was my last night in the AirB&B uhhuhuyyy

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typewritelove · 8 months

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Numerology

numerology is any belief in the divine or mystical relationship between a number and one or more coinciding events. It is also the study of the numerical value of the letters in words, names, and ideas. It is often associated with the paranormal, alongside astrology and similar divinatory arts.

1- symbol of independence, new beginnings, and confidence. It is a natural leader and proactive force. It pushes us to look at our current circumstances and realize we have the power to turn them into anything we wish.

2- supremely feminine force, one that represents both grace and power. It is always cooperative, aiming to to bring back balance and peace back into a relationship or situation. At the core the number 2 represent relationships. On a deeper level this number can pick up on energies only felt but not seen, known as empathy.

3- communication, creativity, and connection go along with the number 3. It’s energy is upbeat and youthful and has a incredible zest for life. The number three is highly original and embraces the unique thinking and creative expression. The number 3 never misses the chance for fun, to engage with others, and to express love and joy.

4- The number 4 is extremely dependable and lends a great amount of stability to a person or situation. The 4 is dedicated to advancing, but in a more conservative way than a progressive one. It sticks to what is tried-and-true instead of attempting methods that are new. It has a strict definition of right and wrong and tends to see things as black and white with no grey in between. The number 4 leads with its head, not its heart, and uses this mental strength to build a life of service and contentment.

5- acts as a go-between and a pivotal point of change. A key characteristic of the number 5 is curiosity and the need for a variety of exciting experiences in order to feel fulfilled. It craves freedom and adventure and isn't afraid to let the wind carry it where it may. Master of change, able to go with the flow and adapt itself to thrive in different environments and social situations. It is happiest when things feel fresh, high energy, and full of possibility. The only thing this number is attached to is detachment.

6- The number 6 is all about love. It represents unconditional love and the ability to support, nurture, and heal. It is a powerful force of compassion and empathy and its warm light is a beacon of hope. Its role is to use its heart and soul to be of service to others. Its empathy makes others comfortable letting down their guard and being open and honest about their feelings which, in turn, allows it to understand and provide the help that's needed.

7- The number 7 is both deep and wise. Asking questions, researching, listening, and sensing are all special skills the 7 uses in its search for awareness. This combination of conscious and subconscious thinking allows the mind of the Numerology number 7 to shine a light into the very deepest realms to access hidden truths. it takes a more intellectual approach to life than an emotional one.

8- number 8 is the achiever and measures life by the goals it reaches. It has good business sense, a powerful presence, and a strong drive for success. The 8 is also a symbol of balance -- you can see it in its symmetrical shape. For every blessing it receives, it puts one back out to the universe.

9- The energy of the number 9 represents completion, but not finality. Think of it more in a cyclical sense; it's about the ending of one cycle and the potential it creates for another cycle to begin. It absorbs answers from a spiritual source, then delivers them to us in the real world. It is compassionate, kind, and intent on putting its efforts toward creating the greatest good. The 9 in Numerology has gone through its fair share of hardship and is wiser, stronger, and more aware as a result.

Every number has some sort of meaning, whether it’s 444, 582, 123, or your birthday- there is some sort of meaning behind it.

Disclaimer: not everyone may resonate with the meanings behind numbers they may see often- could be a coincidence, could also be the incorrect number.

Let’s say you see 444 constantly, you go and luck it up and see that 444 means typically you’re on the right path or your spirit guides are with you- what if you in your heart and soul know you’re on the wrong path?

Instead of going with 444 or dismissing the whole thing all together add those numbers up: 4+4+4=12 (1+2=3) so maybe you’ll resonate with the meanings of 3 more so that what 444 had to say.

reminder: when doing numerals you want single digit unless it’s a master number (11 & 22) but everything is up to what YOU resonate with the most.

#numerology #witchcore #witch community #my writing #spirituality #witchcraft

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morbidly-malicious-muffins · 4 years

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What Kind of Music Slashers Would Vibe to Headcanons♪

This little thing popped into my head. Fyi, the canon timelines are thrown out the window for this so... Yeah.

Bring forth the bop~

RZ Michael Myers

"Let my weapons be your children, let my armies be your damned. Try to suffer on in silence, try to stop me if you can." --- This Cold Black by Slipknot

I think he'd really enjoy metal in general. I can totally see him unknowingly stomping to some Marilyn Manson and Meshuggah, though the lyrics and message probably will just fly over his head.

He listens to some heavy shit, but probably all the more mainstream bands/artists.

The loudness and organized chaos of the genre fills the void in his soul and reflects the state of his mind, despite his stoic and non-verbal outer demeanor.

Someone please do everyone a favor and introduce Michael to some death metal. Admit it, it really fits his aesthetic.

This is just based on speculation, but I suspect a 70% possibility of RZ Michael resonating with Cannibal Corpse. Fight me.

He hates classical music with a burning passion. Back in Smith's Grove, they played Bach's Air Sul G on tap. (its canon in the first movie lmao) He hates it. Mikey no likey.

Freddy Krueger

"No stop signs, speed limit, nobody's gonna slow me down. Like a wheel, gonna spin it, nobody's gonna mess me around." --- Highway to Hell, by AC/DC

Freddy listens to classic rock, period.

This guy is ngl a supporter of music taste discrimination. You listen to pop? Disgusting. You listen to Jazz? Disgusting. Classic rock is the epitome of all music.

He'll call you music-related slurs you never knew existed.

As stubborn adamant as Freddy is, he does harbor some guilty pleasures, including 70's hair metal and glam rock. Pshh. What a heckin hypocrite.

Some of his all time favorites are Guns N' Roses, Led Zeppelin, Van Halen, and AC/DC.

(Basic bitch)

*Hip thrust movements to go with his 'The Sprinkler' dance moves, Welcome to the Jungle by Guns N' Roses blasting in the background*

OG Michael Myers

He doesn't listen to music, but if he did, he would probably enjoy Jazz.

Michael only listens to Miles Davis because he enjoys his music and can't be bothered to discover more artists.

Oml Michael I know Miles Davis is amazing but don't neglect other iconic artists plzzz. Someone please make him listen to some Teddy Wilson and/or Dave Brubeck.

I imagine him sitting stiff-straight on a rocking chair (he just likes how it moves), knife in his lap, rocking and zoning-out relaxing to 'Blue in Green'. (I love that piece)

#AfterHeFinallyKillsLaurie

#RetirementGoals

He also hates classical music because of the same reason as RZ Myers. Seriously, if either of them so much as hears the opening chord of Air Sul G, expect the speaker to be stomped to a pulp in a split second.

Bubba Sawyer

Alright let's all be honest with ourselves... 70's pop and country is Bubba's shit.

Look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't adore ABBA, The Jackson 5, and Dolly Parton. Thats right you can't

Everytime 'Dancing Queen' starts playing on the radio, Bubba will drop everything and start busting down.

Ain't nothing and nobody stoppin him. Drayton is powerless against the supreme sovereignty that is ABBA.

But let's also appreciate the fact that our Bubster can motherfuckin get down. *wipes sweat from forehead + heart eyes*

He would also do passionate lip sync with his heart and soul, to Dolly Parton's 'I Will Always Love You'.

50% chance of him starting to cry right after he finishes his earnest performance.

*Holding Bubba in your arms, rubbing comforting circles on his back as he bawls hysterically, incoherently babbling on about how much he loves you*

I also feel for some reason he'd really like Joan Jett & The Blackhearts.

Thomas Hewitt

"For one moment, I wish you'd hold your stage, with no feelings at all. Open minded, I'm sure I used to be so free." --- Citizen Erased by Muse

Y'know what I have a hard time imagining the type of music Tommy listens to. Kutos, Mr. Hewitt, you have defeated me.

siKE

(This is where I yeet the timeline out of the window y'all)

Thomas enjoys Muse, Evanescence, and Radiohead. (Fight me)

He just loves how emotional their songs are. He'd have one earbud in as he works away at his projects for hours. The music helps him concentrate, it is also a source of emotional support to him.

Hearing the heart-wretching lyrical content of 'Lost in Paradise' performed so beautifully by Amy Lee's angellic voice is really comforting to him. It's like hearing about another person's experiences. It makes him feel less alone in dealing with his emotional and mental turmoils and burdens.

The first time Thomas heard 'Creep' by Radiohead, he almost cried.

He also listens to My Chemical Romance sometimes. He only knows the Black Parade album, but he loves it. If 'Creep' didn't make him cry, listening to that entire album from top to bottom sure did. He started sobbing half-way through 'Famous Last Words'.

Tommy is emotional boi 🥺

Brahms Heelshire

C l a s s i c a l

No matter how stinky Brahms is, you can't tell me that he's not classy.

Schubert is his bitch. Schubert's style tends to be quite majestic and/or dreamy, (generally) and can change color/sound very abruptly yet appropriately. (This is just my opinion based on experience with Schubert's pieces, but then I only know his piano pieces soo) (let's still cue that maestoso to scherzando transition)

But of course, Schubert isn't the only thing he listens to. He prefers the romantic period, so Mendelssohn, Rachmaninoff, Chopin, Shostakovich, Brahms, Schumann, you get the gist, all the staples. Oh yeah Elgar too. To be a proud English lad.

*Brahms swaying in the living room with the grace of a baby giraffe, engrossed in the beautiful melodies in Schumann's Kinderszenen.*

(Oml please check out 'Von fremden Landern und Manschen' and 'Kind im Einschlummern') (For those who play piano, they aren't that difficult too totally recommend) (Ok sorry I'm done now)

Brahms would totally waltz around alone to Chopin's waltzes and nocturnes.

Oh yeah apart from that classy shit, he likes to jam to meme songs.

"Hey now, you're an all star, get your game on, go play---"

*cut to Brahms passionately fortnite dancing*

Listens to The Strange Man Who Sings About Dead Animals for a good laugh. (Please, all of his songs are gold)

Vincent Sinclair

He'll have 'emo' and 'classical' with a side of metal, thanks.

I headcanon that Vinny McWaxy is an INFJ, so the boy is likely prone to crippling existentialism. It would make sense for some aspects of his music taste to reflect that.

*cut to Vincent sitting rock-still on his workbench/stool, hands hover in mid-air, staring straight ahead, some John Cage piece playing*

You'll never hear this from Vincent but he enjoys sexy-time music. He has this whole erotic playlist he listens to while working. (Boy likes to feel sexy on the job, I respect that.)

I think its pretty much canon that Vinny loves MCR. (Hello fellow emo piece of shit 👋) His favorites are everything by them really. A hardcore fan. He used to have MCR, P!ATD, and 30 Seconds to Mars posters plastered everywhere in his workshop until he had to remove them all to add to the intimidation factor of his waxy hell for passer-bys. For the record, he is very gay for Frank Iero.

On the metal part of his spectrum is mostly classic metal, groove metal, and thrash/heavy metal.

Rammstein, Pantera, Vildhjarta, new and old Metallica, Dream Theatre, Coheed and Cambria. His bitches.

He also uses music to scare victims when bringing them down to his workshop. *cue horror movie soundtracks*

*KI KI KI MA MA MA*

Is a whore for the dramatics when in a good mood.

*Lacrimosa by Mozart plays as he makes a point to bring the wax painfully slowly down toward a drowsy and petrified victim*

A lament for your upcoming death, pitiful human.

Bo Sinclair

"The day has come for all us sinners, if you're not a servant you'll be struck to the ground." -- Beast and The Harlot by Avenged Sevenfold

Bastard boy is into dad-music™. (same)

Dad rock, classic rock, pop punk, punk rock, old school pop, his shit.

He listens to a lot of the same bands as Freddy, but Bo (generally) doesn't discriminate and explores a more diverse variety of music.

Its a fandom canon that Bo loves Avenged Sevenfold. I totally agree.

A7x is the perfect amount of cynical, political, and shred for Beauregard, (I hc that ge hates his full name so plz don't ever call him Beauregard)

He listens to the radio whenever he's at work. Whatever that might be.

Will NEVER admit it, but he thinks Vinny's music taste is dope as hell.

He'll turn off the radio just to strain his ears to listen to Vincent's music downstairs. No one will ever know that though. You don't.

Actually likes classical music too. Its not one of his main genres but there's one piece he really likes, Second Movement of Shostakovich Piano Concerto No. 2 in F Major.

He never thought he'd enjoy this type of music. Its so.... Calm. He discovered that piece from Vinny's playlist. When he first heard it on his brother's speaker, he fell in love. It was one of the extremely rare cases in which he'd be committed enough to ask Vinny the name of the music.

Tiny shuffle for man-kind, huge fuckin step for Bo. Good job Bo, we're proud of you.

Also pleeeeeaaase message me or request stuff, I'm bored and have little inspiration 🦊

I might do a pt2 of this, since I didn't write many of the boys and gals🤷‍♀️

Also sorry if I've neglected some genres/artists (Like i've neglected non-piano classical pieces.... Bc ya girl is just a pianist), a person can't know everything😗

---Zali 🖤

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ramblingaboutthings · 4 years

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The stars | James Potter

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Word count: 2.7k (the longest I've ever written UwU)

Warnings: curse words because my Italian self doesn't have self control in this kind of things lmao. Also a little amount of angst and FLUFFFFFFFF.

A/N: I'm actually alive and I'm so proud of this, I hope you'll like it too!!

Summary: you think you could never stand a chance with James Potter but little do you know, he's just oblivious to the fact that he has stronger feelings than simple friendly love toward you.

The day had begun in the best way, you’d gotten an excellent mark in divination that you somehow found really difficult and boring. Then you went to have lunch, like, you were absolutely starving.

You’d usually sit with the marauders but today you weren’t in the mood. You sat with your group of friends instead.

You sat right beside Lily and you were talking about something you weren't really interested in, she giggled as she muttered something about Severus and blushed lightly.

You smiled widely when you realized that maybe she was starting to develop feelings.

Then your eyes traveled around the table only to find James already staring in your direction, well in Lily's direction actually. A piece of your heart shuttered.

"Y/n! Are you even listening?" Lily laughed and you shook your head.

"Sorry Lils I got caught up in my thoughts" you answered, suddenly feeling awkward.

"You like that idiot" she pointed out, smiling softly.

Your eyes widened at her statement, you looked back between her and James before looking away, suddenly finding the slytherin table interesting. You tried to change the subject, starting with the homework you had to do but Lily wouldn't budge.

"You like him don't you?" She asked again gaining a huff from you.

"Maybe, I mean he's cute, he's funny but he likes you not me. Who'd even like me? Look at me!" You said, feeling the tears that managed to escape from your eyes, on your face.

Lily smiled sadly.

"You'll never quit with that low self esteem, will you? You're beautiful, clever and if he doesn't like you for who you are then fuck him Y/n/n" she reassured you.

You looked again towards James, this time he was actually staring at you and as soon as he met your gaze he smiled mouthing a "why aren't you sitting with us?".

You shrugged "I'll see you later" you mouthed back.

Meanwhile Lily's beautiful smile now became a playful smirk." I think at least one time he has thought about the fact that he likes you, and not me" you gave her a small shake of your head, signaling her to stop. She just tilted her head to the side while you went back to your staring session. Eyes still watery.

“hey.” Sirius hit Remus lightly in the chest. “Look at Y/n.”

Remus followed his friend’s gaze, and his eyes widened when he saw you staring at James, furiously wiping at the tears rolling down your cheeks. You try to avoid their gaze, but they'd already noticed you “y/n, what happened?” Sirius mouthed, brown eyes searching yours with concern.

"Nothing" you answered.

“whats up?" James asked his two friends, noticing the worry in their faces. Then he met your gaze and crossed his arms, looking away, with an angry expression. Angry? Why would he be angry at you? You frowned.

You saw Sirius come up to you “Who do I need to beat up?” he asked.

You sniffled and rolled your eyes up to the ceiling, laughing dryly. “No one.”

“it's Prongs. Isn't it?”

"I said I'm fine Black!" you spatted.

“Hang on, (y/n), firstly you never said tha–”

“Y/n!” James’ cheerful voice called from behind you, and your eyes widened in surprise. “What’s up?” he asked, stopping next to you with a grin. That grin fell, however, when he noticed your red eyes and wet cheeks. He reached for you and inquires in a soft voice: “y/n, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing. I’ll see you guys later.” And, with that, you stepped past the two boys and disappear.

James’ wide eyes found Sirius’s. “Who do I need to beat down?” he asks gravely.

Sirius shook his head, lips pressed into a thin line. “Prongs, you are that stupid, you could fail a test on yourself.” He walked past James, bumping his shoulder against his as he went, and stormed off in the opposite direction you ran away to.

“James Potter!”

Despite his now sad mood, James’s head couldn't help but lift at the sound of Lily’s angry voice coming from beside him. “Ah, Lily” He smiled broadly and spun around, only to meet a hard slap to his left shoulder.“Ow–hey! What the fuck was that for?” he asked placing a hand on the spot she'd slapped him.

Lily gritted her teeth and poked a finger on his chest. “You, James Potter, are a real asshole.”

“What did I–”

“You need to stop chasing after me, I don't like you and I never will and think about the real girl you're in love with instead! Everyone has noticed James” the redhead hissed before running after you. Leaving James quite confused.

She found you on your bed, staring at the many sky maps you hung on your wall. She knew you'd been crying again.

"Y/n, he'll realize how good you are sooner or later" she whispered approaching you.

You rolled your eyes.

"As if" you laughed darkly.

Lily giggled "y/n, do you realize that with all those protective manners toward you, he can't see you only as a friend?"

"Can you stay with me? We don't have classes this afternoon, we could just chill here" you almost pleaded changing the subject of the discussion.

Lily smiled softly and nodded before jumping on your bed.

One hour later, the marauders were all reunited in their own dorm room. James was thinking about what Lily had said some moments before, but actually the real thing he couldn't bring himself to stop thinking about was your sad face. This image was like printed inside of his mind.

"Prongs, we're heading off to Y/n and Lily's room, do you want to come?" Remus asked suddenly.

James slowly nodded his head, now all he wanted to do was comfort you, all he wanted was to look into your eyes and make you smile, because it was like his favourite pastime, making you smile was like recieving a gift. You were a gift, a gift that the world decide to give him.

"James?" Remus snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Yeah coming"

They sneakily made their way to the girls dorm, and when they finally got inside, you were done crying and was laughing at something that Lily'd said. James smiled at the scene.

"Hey girls! Y/n was in a bad mood so we decided to lift your spirits" Sirius exclaimed.

You gasped, as you didn't even hear the door open. Then your eyes met James' hazel ones.

"hey Y/n/n, is everything alright?" He asked you as he made his way to your bed.

"Yup, much better now" you instinctively hugged him, even though he was the cause of her previous sadness.

He smiled inhaling your scent and you did the same thing.

He sat on the bed and you laid on his lap.

The rest of the people smiled at each other with knowing looks.

You, oblivious to the many glances, quickly fell asleep lulled by James' heartbeat.

Lily rolls her eyes to the ceiling. “Merlin’s beard! You like her! Leave me the hell alone!" Lily whisper yelled.

"What are you talking about, Evans?" He asked, genuine confusion covering his face.

"You like your best friend, we've all noticed except you. Open your eyes, Prongs” And, with one last groan of frustration, Sirius knocked some sense into James

It hit him like a train, he liked you! Of course he did, how could've he been so dense? He'd actually liked you for a long time, every time you blushed, he smiled. Every time you would kiss him on the cheek, he'd even lightly blush.

Did you like him? He asked himself as his gaze settled on your graceful sleeping face. He would have never thought about it if Sirius hadn’t literally knocked the fact into his head. He finds himself going through all of his memories of you. You even gave him, -your crush- advice on how to win another girl over.

Oh, he really was stupid.

"Fuck, does she even like me back?" He whispered, gaining weird looks from Lily and Sirius which were seriously questioning his intelligence.

"Why do you think she was mad? She saw you staring in my direction, and all her hopes went down really quick" Lily explained with a hint of exasperation in her voice.

"I wasn't staring at you Lily, I was making sure she was okay, I didn't even notice the tears but I somehow knew something was off" James admitted.

Sirius giggled followed by Remus.

"I told you, you are some new kind of stupid" James stuck out his tongue at Sirius.

"I'm not stupid, just quite oblivious"

They continued to talk, not about you, but they kept whispering things to each other, trying not to wake you up.

Your cat -that you named Rigel after the star in your favorite constellation, Orion- jumped on the bed and curled up beside James. He liked him just as much as you did, and it made the boy laugh everytime you told him. But even that thing now made sense, you really loved him, like in the actual meaning of the word.

He slowly started to get uncomfortable in the position he was in, but he couldn't risk to wake you up, so he just stayed still, cuddling Rigel and still chatting with the others.

You woke up only two hours later, your hair sticking to your face. When you looked up as you rubbed your eyes, you blushed as the realization of who you had fallen asleep on, hit you.

“y/n?”

James’s grip around you tightened but you got up and took a few steps away from him. The sun now shone right on you, like it was some kind of sign for James, as if for the first time, he realized the fascinating way in which your eyes sparkled in the warm sunlight. “hey guys” you whispered.

The boy shakes his head and his eyes traveled around the room before setting back on you “I think we need to talk Y/n". You slightly panicked.

The others in the room smiled "we're going uhm- see you later" Remus announced awkwardly before they quickly walked out of the room.

“Then what do you want?” you ask, finally turning to face him. Your eyes were tired when they meet his and, even though they were still red from crying, at that moment, their beautiful e/c finally managed to make him fully realize the amount of love he felt for you. “Because if you’re here to tell me you are in love with Lily again, I don’t want to hear it.”

James shook his head. “I’m not here to say that.”

You blink in surprise. “Then what are you here to say?” you whisper.

James takes a deep breath and looks out of the small window. “Honestly, if it wasn't for Remus, Sirius and Lily I would've never realized but I like you Y/n/n. And I know you like me too” You studied him for a moment, not able to read his expression, and after a few moments of trying, you gave up with a sigh and looked away just before he spoke “I know I’ve hurt you, and I’m sorry.”

You closed your eyes and shook your head. “Jam–”

“No, let me talk please.” He took my hand and shifted his body so he was facing you. “I’ve been so hung up on Lily that I haven't realized it was you I was only staring at, you're the only girl I give a fuck about. And I know I have been oblivious lately but I hope you’ll still give me a chance.”

The awkward silence nearly caused James a heart attack, and he sighed in relief when you looked up at him shyly. You'dnever been embarrassed in front of him but your feelings were now too exposed.

“I don’t want you to do this just because you found out. I don’t want a pity-date, James” you admitted quietly.

He shook his head. "It’s a you-are-my-best-friend-and-i-have-liked-you-since-4th-year date love.” you shivered at the nickname.

You pursed your lips and stared at him him intensely. His eyes shone through his glasses with nothing but honesty, and your heart fluttered in your chest. He was just offering you something with no tricks...Well that's new.

“Alright, Potter.” you smiled at him, still not fully realizing he liked you back.

James grinned sheepishly as he took your hand in his. “after dinner, I'll pick you up and the rest is a surprise”

You nodded and snuck closer to him, feeling his breath on your forehead. You liked the feeling he gave you, staying this close together. You felt his heart beating at a rate -a really fast rate- that matched yours.

"We should go to the others" James broke the silence, and you nodded in agreement.

You walked hand in hand through the halls of the school until you found the rest of the marauders and Lily sitting on the grass of the middle courtyard.

"Hey guys " Remus grinned at you two and when they noticed your intertwined hands. they all smirked.

"Have you got something to say?" Lily asked.

You blushed brightly and buried your face in James' chest while he wore his signature smirk.

"I asked her on a date" Lily squealed in response.

"Oh Merlin! I have to get you ready! When is it?" She asked excitedly.

James took that as a further confirmation of his dead feelings for the redhead, and he kissed your forehead as if he wanted to reassure you.

"Tonight and It's a surprise actually" James announced.

He held you like you were some kind of rare thing that could break at any moment, and you loved it.

You stayed like that untill it was time to go to dinner.

The great hall was already full of students and you decided, along with Lily, to sit with the marauders, so you could stay with James.

You sat across from him and you really tried not to stare at him, but you couldn't, it was stronger than you, and he of course noticed.

"Like what you see y/l/n?" You gasped at his sudden question, but still mimicked his smirk.

"Actually, yes"

The marauders started to fake their disgust while Lily laughed.

"Since when are you that bold Y/n?" Lily asked.

"I don't know, he just gets on my nerves sometimes" you answered grinning widely.

And you spent all dinner exchanging looks and bold remarks from you that left almost everytime James speechless.

"Go put something comfortable, I'm taking you somewhere you'll like" James said at the end, placing a kiss on your nose "be ready in 10, I'll pick you up from your room" he finished.

As soon as you got to your dorm, you suddenly felt nervous and started to search for something to put on, and you opted for a gryffindor hoodie and leggings just in time.

"Are you ready?" James asked after knocking at the door, in response you opened it.

"Let's go then" he took your hand as you walked toward the highest tower of the castle, you couldn't hide your smile as you walked up the stairs of the astronomy tower.

"Is this too simple? I mean I know you love space and all but maybe-"

"This is perfect Jamie, this is the idea I had of my first date, I love it" you interrupted him.

You sat on the floor and looked up.

"That is Orion, and there is Rigel, my cat" you chuckled as you explained pointing to the star.

"Right on the horizon you can spot Sirius, the brightest star in the night sky" James smiled while your eyes lightened up, they'd always sparkle when you started talking about space, and he could listen to you for hours.

"What star is that?" He asked pointing to a very bright spot in the sky.

"That's Venus James" you laughed playfully.

"How was I supposed to know?" He pouted.

When you looked at him you noticed how close you were, you could feel his breath on your lips.

His gaze traveled from your eyes to your lips and before you could even think straight he kissed you putting his hands on your waist he held you closer and closer until he lost his balance and fell on the ground, you on top of him.

He laughed breathlessly as you just laid your head on his chest.

"I think I'm in love with you" you suddenly said, as a bright blush crept onto your face.

"I know I'm love with you Y/n".

#james potter x reader #james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter x you #marauders era #marauders fic #sirius #sirius black #remus #remus lupin #lily evans

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dan-alexander-art · 4 years

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Personas

Man it has been a long time since I posted anything. I wanted to apologize for that, things have been hectic. Especially with University but through all that I've been doing a lot of self discovery and realized I'm not one person, but actually six (plus a train of thoughts). Most people might think it's Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID or Multiple Personality Disorder) but that's not what I have. After talking to a therapist about this she's helped me see that they're just different parts of me. I knew it wasn't DID to begin with since I didn't have blank memories. It took awhile but after trying to listen to my different parts I figured out who they are and their own stories. Most have their own tastes of music and that has helped me a lot in figuring out on who they are, what they do and what they're like. So below I their bios as well as a short story of them and how they came to be. This is right to left.

Name: Love and Memories

Nickname: Rose

Likes: Listening to Maroon 5 and songs about love. Look back at happy memories. Giving Lillies or Bonsai Trees to friends.

Bio: Love has been around a long time, he's the second longest persona that existed. When he's around he doesn't care what to wear. When he's present he likes to go back and remember both the good and bad in my life. He has a deeper understanding between a good relationship and a bad relationship. The vines represent a current relationship I have, weather it's a friendship or family relations. When the vines are mostly thorns rather than flowers it means the relationship is toxic and should be fixed. If there are more flowers than thorns then the relationship is healthy. The point where the toxicity has gotten really bad is when the rose on his right eye begins to wither. Whenever we get friends he symbolically gives said friend either a lily or Bonsai tree since these require lots of care, love and patience just like a real friendship. Love isn't too hesitant about forming new bonds but only after a certain amount of time. He's not shy but most people would assume since he doesn't speak much, but in reality he just doesn't know how to communicate well and worries it might come out wrong, misunderstood or offensive.

Name: Beast

Nickname: ---

Likes: Feeding off my insecurities and taunting me

Bio: Beast is a dangerous persona that requires me to have full control of what goes on. Beast can control the other personas. For example Beast can make Love rewind traumatic memories and leave me feeling paralyzed. He is the embodiment of negativity and he enjoys seeing me suffer. If I'm not careful he can and will slowly crawl up behind me. Starting with small whispers of insecurities then building on until he's shouting taunts at me. Shouting all my fears, my worries and my worthlessness to the point of crying.

Name: Hurt

Nickname: Wolf

Likes: Listening to Linkin Park, Three Days Grace, Katy Perry and any type of strengthing music. Wearing rings and bracelets.

Bio: Hurt carries a lot of scars and wounds on him that represent emotional and mental scars and wounds I carry. He doesn't mind showing them off, he actually finds them empowering. To him it shows not only what he's been through but even through all that he's still here. Hurt isn't afraid aside from Beast. Beast is the only thing that scares him. Hurt also doesn't mind crying, it just means he's human like everyone else. When he's around he lets me cry when I need to but also reminds me that there's always a better tomorrow. That whatever is going on in my life doesn't mean the world is going to end and this experience is only going to make me stronger. Hurt's nickname comes from his ability to change into a wolf. The form represents the pride he has for being able to continue walking down this path dispite the curveballs life has thrown at us. Hurt is very wary of new people and doesn't open up on the spot. Though he's very kind and is willing to comfort people who are hurting. He always puts other people ahead of himself. The cracked eye shows that Hurt's soul is part broken, since the eyes are the windows to the soul. The cracked has a tendency to bleed every now and then and because of the cracked eye his perspective is warped. What caused the cracked eye is something Hurt doesn't want to talk about or explain.

Name: Ying & Yang

Nickname: Unity

Likes: Listening to NoCopyrightSounds (NCS) and other types of beat music. Wearing a black hoodie.

Bio: Yang has a deep understanding for human behavior and human emotions but doesn't understand his own. When he's around I just have a strong emotion of movement and color. Yang is very powerful, he can alter my reality. He helps me see different perspectives. Yang also has a different side called Ying. Yang is calm, collective and uses his ability to make my day brighter. Ying is a bit more unstable, he changes my reality in order to escape it. Ying doesn't always show up but when he does it's often from stress and a sense of lack of control. Unlike Yang, Ying doesn't see color. He only sees static black and white. This static helps calm my mind by focusing on less. Ying is also chaotic and makes me go through healthy mental breakdowns. Though Ying's mind is also disturbing compared to Yang's. Ying doesn't mind listening to twisted music and watching gorey movies.

Name: Smart Alec

Nickname: Yukio

Likes: Listening to lo-fi and reading music. Reading fiction books. Peace and quiet whenever possible.

Bio: Alec is the first persona to be around, he only focuses on school and is always planning ahead. He rarely makes me forget to do HW. Alec would often scare me into doing HW fast and early. Though it pays off. He loves reading especially the Wings of Fire series. The combination of music and reading helps keep him immersed into the world. He's often very technical and often likes to argue with science. He's all about the facts and research, he sees educating one's self is important especially with the type of world he's in this time around. He's hardworking and studying whenever it's necessary. He use to push me to my limits but is now more lenient and doesn't make me overdo it when it comes to studying. He's not really too comfortable in crowds and prefers to be with a small group or being alone. He doesn't mind a challenge, in fact he actually welcomes it. Alec doesn't see any reason for emotions and he lacks a lot of emotion himself. Although he doesn't see it as bad he does see it as a burden, especially if when I'm upset but there's a task to be done. Though he encourages me to do said task, like he always says: Once you hit rock bottom, the only way now is up.

Name: Creativity

Nickname: Twilight

Likes: Listening to Alan Walker, Zedd and any upbeat music, but mostly music in general. Drawing and painting, especially adding a new drawings to my bedroom walls. Playing videogames, mostly JRPGs. Wearing hoodies and comfortable clothes.

Bio: Creativity likes to turn Yang's vision of colors into meaning. He often translates those colors into drawings. The same goes when he listens to music. When he's around he always compeles me to draw even if it's late. He gives me a drive to continue drawing. He also looks out for my wellbeing by helping me balance between downtime and chores. Creativity is also the one who gave the other personas nicknames. He's mostly shy but that shyness doesn't stay around when he's playing competitively. He won't hesitate to pick up a controller when it comes to games such as Smash Bros. Playing games helps with the ongoing stresses in life but also helps spark new ideas. Creativity also likes to world building and create new characters for his world building. He's always positive and helps me through my hard times by drawing vent art. Creativity is a Walker fan himself, if you're curious he's Walker #37804.

Name: Lust

Nickname: Blaze

Likes: Listening to Ke$ha, Avril Lavigne, Green Day and any type of party music. Think about sex as a means to relieve anger, frustration or irritation. Wearing multiple necklaces and high tops.

Bio: Lust didn't always have free will especially early on. He was always fueled by rage, hate and anger. He often protected me by being cold and learning to fight back. He was present in my early years of starting Elementary school as a way to keep a distance from people who would try to hurt me. Though because of his lack of free will he would often make me feel angry and ready to clock anything even if it was just bothering me. The lack of freewill came from Beast. In fact Beast and Lust use to be one. With Beast fueling his anger with hurtful words. It wasn't until Ying and Yang helped them be their own person that Lust started to control his anger. Now he just likes to display himself as someone against authority when he believes something is wrong. And he uses that anger as a passion to participate in marches and protests. Though Lust hasn't completely shed influence from Beast. He possesses the ability to become a dragon. He can do this at will but not when he's angry. The angrier Lust gets the more dragon like he becomes. Only when he gets enraged does Lust become a full dragon. Lust is very protective, not just protective of me but also of my friends. He cares about other people and displays it as being protective. If anyone messes with my friends, Lust won't hesitate to get even. He's also very raw when it comes to intercourse and sees it as nothing more than human nature and not something to be ashamed about. Though he also holds consent to a high standard. If we're out he'll make sure me or someone there doesn't end up getting taken advantage of or be in a dangerous situation. Intercourse is very secrete to him and not something someone should have the ability to abuse.

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Numinetale Chapter 4

They group got the call from Mettaton that everything was ready at New Home Square. And before the Monsters blinked they were already there. Sans looked at VI who was still wearing her red punk outfit.

How much power does she have? I can't bring that many people through a 'shortcut', barely two others besides me! Yet she can bring this large group through one without breaking a sweat!

"Darlings! Over here!" Mettaton wheeled himself over to the group. "The stage is ready when you are! And may I say, love the puck rock look."

"Thank you Mettaton for your help. This will do quite nicely with braking the Barrier... The second time around." VI let out a sigh.

Mettaton patted the woman's shoulder, "Yes Everyone in New Home noticed that the Barrier was back. So how are we going to break it with a concert?"

"Mettaton! Mettaton!" VI wrapped her arm around the rectangular robot. "This is no ordinary concert. This is also a rematch between you and... Frisk!"

Frisk eyes lit up. They took out a pair of sunglasses out of their inventory and did a dramatic pose. They then snapped their fingers and asked for some MTT brand foods from Mettaton. You know, for ratings. Mettaton was happy to give the ambassador a Starfait and a Glamburger.

Toriel had a thoughtful look to her face. "This have something to do with SOULS growth, does it not?"

The woman giggled as she looked away from the young teen and gave the Monster Boss her full attention. "RUNE is also a video camera and will show live footage to the Surface while we are doing the show. Mettaton. We will do a warm-up with Blooky and me doing a instrumental duet." At the mentioned of his name, Napstablook appeared. "I have practice playing 'Spooktunes' with my guitar, if that's ok with you." Napstablook gave a sad looking wink and disappeared. "Then I'll sing a solo to heal and humans SOULS that is fractured to increase our chances of getting SOUL PARTICLES. Then the dance off. I will be playing my guitar during the rematch to set mood and to gather the Particles to the Underground. Any questions?"

"What are SOUL PARTICLES?" Mettaton asked.

"Napstablook! Are you set? I want to play with you before the concert to do sound check." Napstablook waved at VI from the stage. The strange woman joined the Ghost Monster. They started playing one of DJ's songs for the sound check.

Damn, they sound good! Even if it was a sound check with just a DJ turntable and a guitar, they were killing it.

Mettaton looked at his cousin with pride. But it was short lived when he remembered that no one answered his question. "What the hell are SOUL PARTICLES!?!"

***

Napstablook and VI finished their part and the plan seem to work. While VI didn't out staged the Ghost, in fact quite the opposite actually. She have the whole stage to the DJ and played mainly back up. But it was enough for some SOULS, both Monster and a few Humans, appeared over the stage.

They joined the others, "Hey, Mettaton. How's the ratings?"

The robot was ecstatic! "This little RUNE sweetheart is the best! I must have Alphys make a replica. If only we had him three years ago. Our ratings just started but a good amount of them are from the Surface!"

VI smiled and lifted her guitar, "Cleft Sharp. Lime Light. Activate." Red Electric changed to a green pop singer costume with cat ears and tail. Her guitar changed to a microphone. She returned to the stage. Her voice was strong and beautiful.

Her song was sad and uplifting. Even though it didn't seem to make sense why the song have a happy tune, there was saddness to it. The lyrics had a rhythm and flow of enthusiasms.

Muster up your courage, child

And gather your determination

You've still got a fight to win

Your journey isn't over yet

Someday I'll forget the pain of

Living in eternal darkness

Hopes and dreams will save the world

And you will be the one to do it!

VI kept singing. SOULS of the Surface and Underground was being healed. They even glowed with brighten light.

Just know, baby, I'm sorry

To put an end to our story

I know someday you'll find a way back home.

So dry your eyes, no time to cry,

Just go and save the world!

Everyone in the Underground and on the Surface felt their SOULS grew.

Muster up your courage, child

And gather your determination

You've still got a fight to win,

Your journey isn't over yet.

Though I hate to say goodbye,

I'm glad I learned to love again

I'll be gone, but you'll live on,

Just say you will.

As VI wrapped up the song not a single eye was dry. She stepped down from the stage and winked at Frisk and Mettaton. "You guys are ready?" Frisk gave a thumbs up after wiping a tear from their face. VI changed back to her Red Electric form. Mettaton also changed to his other form.

VI was the first to the stage and started to play 'Death by Glamour.' Frisk was next waving at the crowd and the RUNES followed by Mettaton Ex. The two friends struck a dramatic pose and smiled. For every heel turn they struts their stuff.

The dance was epic. And everytime the ratings dipped Frisk did an impressive pose while taking a bit out of the Glamburger or Starfait. The two swirled, dipped, and sway in extraordinary timeing and grace. But Frisk was wearing out. So the brought out of their inventory a MTT Facesteack. The ratings where off the grid and the air above the stage was filled with cartoon heart shaped SOULS of many colors and white.

VI looked above her to count the number of SOULS there and was pleased to see that she now have more than enough for bringing back the dead and breaking the Barrier.

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Mettaton and Napstablook was playing music and dancing on stage while VI was collecting SOUL backstage. VI was contently giggling to herself, "One of each color and a Boss SOUL for the Barrier. And another one of each color with a Boss Mon-"

"You idiot! Stop! Right! Now!" VI looked at the flower with a questioning nit on her brow. "And stop looking at me like that!"

VI giggled, "Flowery, why don't you want a SOUL?"

Flowery's face puffed up, "It's not that I don't want a SOUL. It's that I don't want to give everyone false hope. Besides even if you do brought Asriel back there is the issue with Chara!"

VI scratched Flowery behind one of his petals, "I think being around so many SOULS have made a SOULESS plant have empathy." VI got up at walked back to gather more SOULS.

Color formed under Flowery's eyes, "Hey! Get back here! Idiot! You aren't even listening to me are you?" Frisk joined Flowery and asked if he was alright. "No! I am not alright! I don't want to give everyone's hopes and dreams to shatter... AGAIN!"

Flowery felt a weight of someone sitting next to him, "i can relate, bud. the unknown can be scary. losing hope is terrible. but sometimes you just have to be there, doing all that you can. sometimes you have to believe that everything is going to be alright, petals."

Flowery faced the short skeleton. He knew what he was saying. Even though Sans himself was in a dark place, he still stand tall for his loved ones. Even if it was pretend, Flowery knew. The souless plant wrapped Sans with his vines. Sans'body tensed up but only for a moment before he realised that Flowery was hugging him.

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This will work. It has to work! Flowery was right to be concerned about Chara. This is a dangerous game I am playing.

VI was a giggling mess. All the Monster SOULS in the Underground equals to on human SOUL. Not only should the Barrier break from seven SOULS and a Boss Monster Soul, but that rule should apply also to Asriel. Easy Pesy. But what Flowery said about Chara hit her hard. And she can't stop her annoying giggling!

"VOID HUMAN! WHAT IS WRONG! YOU SEEM TO BE NERVOUS!" The taller skeleton was behind her with Undyne and Alphys.

VI smiled at the trio of friends in front of her, "Nervous, nonsense!"

"Y-you ju-just giggled..." Alphys looked at the woman. "Y-you gi-giggle when y-you are ner-nervous."

"And don't even try to deny it! I have be with my bae for to long to not notice a nervous tick!" Undyne glared at VI, "Now spill your guts, Punk!"

Alphys waved her arms at her girlfriend nervously, "U-UNDYNE! Y-you ca-can't be forceful. B-but she is r-right ab-bout your ne-nervous tick."

Sans probably noticed as well, but have more tack not to say even a pun about it...

"Guys. I think Sans is more important than my tick right now." Papyrus looked at VI with curiosity, "Papyrus, when was the last time Sans made a pun?"

Papyrus' eyes bulged out and he started to run to where he saw Sans last. Everyone followed him. The Dreemers saw them rushing somewhere and decided to go with the group. They found Sans, wrapped in vines and a teenager's arms. All three of them with tear stains on their faces.

VI sat behind the skeleton. "Well, I am truly not helping your PTSD." Sans made a noise with his non-existent throat.

"Wh-what do you m-mean PTSD? As in po-post tr-traumatic s-stress disorder?" Alphys looks at Sans with worry and guilt in her eyes. "S-sans, wh-why you didn't t-tell a-anyone?"

VI groaned, "Sorry, Sans. I take it you didn't tell them everything about the Resets."

"tibia honest, I didn't thought it was such a bonehead of a move to keep some of the Resets a secret." Sans winked.

"You don't fool me, I see right through you!" VI elbowed Sans' ribs. "You're just a boney phoney with no guts to tell anyone anything. Now everyone has a bone to pick with you."

"you really know how to get under my skin, don't you." Toriel and Frisk tried to hold back their laughter while everyone else was groaning but smiling. Sans and VI did a little staring contest before Sans got up, "fine! but only if the kid and flower helps me tell them about the Genocide Runs."

Flowery unwrap his vines from Sans body, "Deal!" Frisk not only agreed but shook Sans hand. The three told their friends everything.

***

"I-I d-don't like it! N-not one bit!" Alphys was cross about the dangers of ripping a demonic spirit of a human's body.

Toriel was deviated. One of her children is a SOULESS plant, another is a vengeful ghost, and the other possessed by said vengeful ghost. And all three are murderers. Papyrus was crestfallen that his brother was still keeping things from him. Algore felt the story was very ironic that his children killed, but felt their actions were more justified then his.

Undyne, who always seem to headbutt her way through any problem was the first to asked, "Now what?"

VI got off the ground and dusted herself off, "Time to bring back the dead!" She activated another form, this time she looks like a cross from a mad scientist and a phantom of the Opera. Behind her was a pipe organ. "This form is called Purple Keys. This can formulate or make concentrations of Souls. For example mixing one of each color of human SOULS and one Boss SOUL can either break the Barrier or change Flowery back to Asriel."

VI put the gathered SOULS in the little drawers attached to the pipes. "Or combining seven SOULS of DETERMINATION with a Boss SOUL can, in theory, will drive Chara out of Frisk's body. They will absorb the concentrated SOUL and the will to live will be so strong it will form a new human body."

She moved Flowery to a spot in front of the organ, "Don't worry Flowery. If Chara goes all Genocide, Sans will Karmic Retribution their ass."

"Most likely their be a Hyper Goner." Smirked the flower. Frisk just asked Flowery if that was a pun. "Yes, yes it was."

VI started to play on the keys. The Boss Monster SOUL glowed brightly as it was absorbing the human SOULS. Flowery still in position looked at the Boss SOUL with DETERMINATION. The Boss SOUL now filled out by the human SOULS started to move to the spot the flower was rooted. With tears in his eyes, he claimed the new SOUL.

A bright flash of light filled the area. A little goat child stands where the flower used to be. Asriel looked at his parents and hugged them with all his might. Frisk and the skeleton brothers joined in when Asriel waved them over. A defening roar of cheers appeared out of nowhere!

"Darlings! I am so sorry, but I had to use RUNE to broadcast what you all was up to." The robot explained with RUNE hovering over him.

VI marched over to Mettaton, "How dare you use my RUNE to broadcast a touching moment!" VI grabbed the metal star by the neck and whispered, "How much did you broadcast? How is the ratings? How could I have forgotten RUNE! I am so proud of you!"

A glint appeared in the robot's eyes as he whispered back, "The ratings are sky high! Everyone from here to the Surface was watching, is watching! And I started broadcasting long before Sans, the flower, and Ambassador Frisk confessed to the Genocide Runs."

VI returned to her companions, "We are not out of the woods yet! We still have Chara to bring back! In case they are planning to go Genocide on us, we better brace ourselves!"

Frisk stand at the same spot as Flowery stood. VI placed seven SOULS of DETERMINATION and the Boss SOUL in the drawers in the pipes. VI gave everyone a thumbs up. The Boss Monsters conjured their weapons and magic. Even Asriel conjured his Chaos Blades, preparing for the worse. VI played on the pipe organ. Again the Boss SOUL absorb the human SOULS, but this time the Monster SOUL have changed to a human SOUL.

The red SOUL became bright flash and a red haired child in a green and yellow sweater stepped out of the light. "Hey, Partner." They looked at the Monsters that are ready for battle. "I am not going to do anything. Don't get me wrong, I still hate humans. But, Partner, you did what Ariel and I never could. You freed the Monsters and lived in peace with the humans for three whole years." Chara hugged Frisk, "Thank you for bringing my family back."

***

My daughter is doing well I think. But there will be problems. I will make sure of that. Let's bring in more friends into the mix.

#undertale #vi #void #story #numinetale

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Part Four: You’re Mine. (Free to Be You and Me S05E03)

Useful Links: Last Part | All Episodes Word Count: 3,236. A/N: I've been really excited to write this last part, not only because of who we get to see again, but because this heavily ties into the next episode. (And the rest of the season.) I really hope you guys enjoy. Plus, if you've got any suggestions for the next episode, please let me know! Anyway, enjoy reading!

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Clutching the motel sheets closer to your chest, you let out a frustrated sigh as you tossed around in the bed until you were resting on your left side, hoping to find the perfect spot on the mattress that would make sleep come a little faster. You had your eyes closed for all of five seconds before you opened them right up, only to be graced with an empty and dark room, with no chance of sleep to come. For once in these past few weeks you wanted to be by yourself, away from Dean and the constant reminder of what was going on out in the world, and the troubles happening right at home. You thought taking a hot shower and slipping into your favorite pajamas might help the restless mind of yours, but at three a.m., it seemed you were just getting started on deconstructing every little aspect of your life. The endless amount of questions about what you did wrong, what you could have done differently to change the outcome.

You decided to call it quits when you pushed off the comforter from your body and sat up normally in bed, fluffing the pillows just right for comfort. You crossed your legs and settled on the idea of watching something on TV for a few hours until you felt comfortable enough to fall asleep. You leaned over the bed and outstretched your arm, reaching for the remote, but your eyes drifted to your cell phone that was charging. For a moment you contemplated on trying to at least send Sam a text message, wondering what really made him leave, and why it was about you. Maybe you could go the extra mile and track the little brat down, shake the answer right out of him. You were sick and tired of people coddling you like a child. After all these years, all of the things you'd done and seen, people were afraid the truth might be too much for you to handle.

But the thought only remained as what it was, just a thought. You reached for the remote and flung yourself to the pillows, deciding your time would better spent by yourself. You reached up an arm to point the remote at the TV, with your finger on the power button, your gaze was pulled away from the glossy black screen when you heard a knock on the motel door. Furrowing your brow, you kept yourself quiet, wondering for a moment of who was at the door at this ungodly hour. You heard the stranger knock again, this time, louder and more urgent. You slipped out of bed and began making your way to the duffel bag you carelessly dropped to the ground, where you snatched a loaded gun you always kept loaded when you bunked alone. You walked to the door and waited just another moment, wondering if the person would go away on their own.

"Y/N?" You were caught off guard when the stranger spoke up after a moment's silence, and how it sounded a lot like Sam's voice. "Y/N, it's me. Open up the door."

You contemplated for a second, but before you did, you scurried over to your bag, switching out your gun for a flask and a silver knife, deciding you couldn't be too cautious You twisted off the top and made your way back to the door, you unlocked the deadbolt and opened it up, but the chain only made it go just a few inches. The person standing outside looked like Sam; the man standing outside was tall from what you could remember, towering over you with the type of look that read of relief when you finally opened up the door. He was exactly the man you were just thinking about, but you still stared at him with a standoffish expression, knowing the last conversation you had was him telling you to cut off any sort of connection from him until further notice. But here he stood, with a warm smile, as if nothing was wrong.

"Mind letting me in, Y/N? I’m soaked from the rain." Sam asked. His smile widened ever so slightly to see the dents in his cheeks to show off the dimples that gave him the boyish charm you always adored. You nodded your head and closed the door, only to undo the chain and widen the door, stepping out of the way so he could enter the motel room. You turned on the bedside table, allowing the room some light as you closed the door behind Sam.

You notice right away that Sam wasn't lying about being wet, he looks like he was caught in the rain after making his way out from the car he stolen. He shook his head, trying to control his shaggy brown hair as he turned around in his spot to face you. "Damn, it's really coming down out there. I—" Before he could finish his sentence, you make your move. You fling the holy water into his face, expecting a reaction out of him. But when all you see him do is spit out the water to the carpet, you don't waste a second by cutting his forearm with the knife you were hiding behind your back. All he does is flinch and hiss out in pain, his skin doesn't sizzle when you do any of the tests. He's human as the last time you saw him almost a month ago. "What the hell, Y/N?"

"I could ask you the same thing, you idiot. After our little phone call, I have every single right to be afraid you're some monster trying to kill me!" You hissed at him, anger suddenly crossing your mind. You managed to keep your level below a whisper, remembering there were people trying to sleep, including Dean. "You said you wanted your distance. What's with the change of heart?"

Sam came clean for the real reason he was here after making the long journey from Oklahoma. You sat on the bed again with your knees pressed to your chest, watching as Sam used the towel you gave him to dry himself off from the rain and the holy water you soaked him with. He explained to you that he had time to think about being apart from you and his brother. During this troubling times, it wasn't a very smart idea for the three of you to be apart, it was better if all of you remained close together.

"That's what I keep telling the both of you." You said, shaking your head in slight annoyance from how stubborn the boys always liked to act out. Sam looks at you and smiles, he lightly chuckles, nodding his head in agreement. You wrap your arms around your knees and absentmindedly look around the room, all before your gaze falls back on Sam, who sat at the edge of the bed. "Sammy, why did you leave in the first place?"

"I...I had a moment of weakness. But I'm better now." Sam's answer was vague, but you were willing to take it as a start until you figured out what really made him leave. You nodded your head, letting the both of you fall into a moment of silence. He awkwardly fumbled with the towel, rolling it up into a ball and put it next to him on the bed. Sam looked like he was hesitant about bringing up more to his answer, you give him a bit of confidence when you stare at him with a look of curiosity. "That's not it, really. I came back for you, Y/N."

You were caught off guard from what he said, finding it rather out of character. "Excuse me?"

"I had some time to think when I was gone. And I don't think it's safe for you to be around Dean. Not with everything going on." Sam said. He tried to approach the topic with a very slow and cautious demeanor, but you look at him like he just grew a second head through his shoulder. He let out a quiet chuckle, something he did often did when he got nervous. "Look, I know it sounds crazy, but think about it, Y/N. Dean's the vessel to Michael. Every angel out there's dying to get his hands on him. And I'm sure they'd do just about anything for him to say yes. Including taking the opportunity to try and hurt you to make him crack.”

"It's crossed my mind." You said, shrugging your shoulders rather nonchalantly. "But don't you think it's best if we stay together?"

“Right now it's not. Just come with me for a little while, Y/N. The two of us together would be a lot safer." Sam tried his hardest to make you change your mind, but you kept staring at him with a skeptical look in your eye. "Come on. Dean's a big boy, he can take care of himself. He's got Cas, too. It'll only be until everything calms down."

You looked at him with an expression of confusion, wondering where this was all coming from, knowing it wasn't that long ago he left because of you. But you push the excuse out of your mind, contemplating the theory that he might be right about getting away for a little while until you could track down a way to stop the apocalypse. Yet the other side quickly pulls you back into reality, telling you the plan is too foolish to think it would work. You let out a sigh and pushed yourself to your feet, thinking you might be better at thinking of you were pacing back and forth with your back turned to the younger Winchester.

"I don't know. Do you really think it's a good idea just to run? There's so much going on. I think it's better to just stick together." You admit with a voice full of hesitance. You think about his words for just a moment, until you found yourself stopping in your tracks, your back still turned to him. "This just isn't—”

"Like me?" Sam speaks, but when you listen to his voice, it doesn't sound like him anymore. You looked over your shoulder to look at the man again, but who you stare at from the corner of your eye isn't Sam Winchester. You quickly spin around in your spot on the floor when you see someone completely different sitting where Sam once was. Your eyes widen in absolute terror from who you see again, the man gives you the type smile that makes your skin crawl. "I told you I'd be back, Y/N."

“Lucifer.” You speak his name for the first time, and it feels like poison in your mouth.

"You and Sam are hard people to find, Y/N. Harder than most humans." Lucifer said, his gaze falling down to the ground for a second or two. You furrowed your brow when you heard Sam's name jump into the conversation. "I suppose you'll tell me where you are?"

"What do you want with Sam?" You question him with a venomous tone.

"Thanks to him, I walk the earth. I want to give him a gift. As I want to the same for you, too." He said. "I want to give you everything."

You scoff at his offer, knowing it was the same stunt he trying pulling from the first time you met him. "I don't want anything from you."

Lucifer fell silent, you watched as his facial expression changed as he let out a heavy sigh, he appeared as if he was pained to speak the truth you never would have seen coming. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this, Y/N. I really am. But Nick here is just an improvisation. Plan 'B.' He can barely contain me without spontaneously combusting. I need you and Sam together. That’s why I’m here again."

You eyebrows furrowed tightly together as you could feel your breathing becoming heavier in nervousness, you were terrified for what you were about to hear. "What are you talking about?"

The Devil himself stood up from the bed, making you notice right away his vessel, Nick, was much taller than you realized. You nervously swallowed as you automatically moved your right foot back when you noticed he was approaching you. "Why do you think it was the two of you were in that chapel? I need you just as much as I need Sam. He's the one, Y/N." He said. Your eyes glanced down to see that his hands were pressed together and outstretched in front of him, almost like he was about to pray. Your gaze shot up from what you heard him say next. "Sam's my vessel. My true vessel."

"No." You found the response slipping out of your mouth faster than the words could process in your mind. You dragged your gaze away when you felt yourself becoming overwhelmed with the information you never would have expected to come from this situation. "No, that's not possible. But—But—Dean, he's—"

"He's the enemy, that's what he is. Dean will eventually say yes to Michael, as Sam will to me. It's how the way it was meant to be. And when Dean says yes, you'll be good as dead." Lucifer told you the truth of what was going to happen, despite your willingness to listen. "And I need you alive, Y/N. After all, you're the true reason why God allowed me to walk on earth again.”

"What?" You asked, a look of confusion stretched across your face.

"It's a very funny story, really, with a nice little twist that I added. You see, my father wasn't very happy when I refused to bow down to his humans. So he banished me. But I told you that. What I left out was the little part about how I could get free." Lucifer said, he reached up a hand to scratch at his vessel's beard. He was too casual for your personal liking, but he didn't seem to notice as he continued speaking. "You see, God would let me go—only if I could understand why He created humans in the first place. He wanted me to personally create a human for myself, just to see what it was like. Of course I refused. Spent a few more millennials in the cage. But it wasn't that bad, it gave me some time to think. About twenty-eight years ago, I had a change of heart. I wanted to see what it was all about."

Lucifer looked at you, in the darkness of the room, you could see his lips stretch into a smile. "But I wasn't going to be chained to a measly human. No, I wanted something special, something the world has never seen before. Sort of someone like you, Y/N."

Your head felt like it was about to explode from all the information that you were hearing. You try your hardest to turn around in your spot and run away from here fast as you could, but when you face the other side of the room, you quickly stop in your tracks when you see Lucifer is standing right in front of you. You stared at him with a terrified expression as your eyes were beginning to glaze over. "Please," You managed to get yourself to speak after staring at him. "Just leave me alone."

"You're mine, Y/N." Lucifer said. He peered down at you with the type of look that should have made you feel like a coward, knowing the infamous Devil himself is standing in front of you. "You always will be mine."

"I'm nobody's." You hissed at him between clenched teeth. "I'm not your property."

"You're right—you're much better than that. I'm sorry." Lucifer said. He quickly changed his tone, softening it as he looked at you differently, but still, he made you feel like you were just his little prized possession. "You are just so...perfect, better than I could imagine. I want to give you everything your heart desires. Give you power that one like you deserves.” You quickly shut your eyes and look away, suddenly hoping he would disappear from your sight. You flinch in discomfort when you feel his hand cup your cheek, his thumb brushed away a tear that escaped. When you opened your eyes, you see that it wasn't Nick, but Sam. "I wish you would come with me, Y/N."

"No." You whispered with a voice you could barely hear. "Just leave me alone, please.”

The man standing in front of you was supposed to be your best friend, the man who you'd grown to know as your family. Someone who tried to only do good. You remind yourself it's the Devil giving you a glimpse of what might be. "My heart breaks for you, Y/N. The weight on your shoulders, being in the middle of this fight. It is more than anyone could bear. And knowing you're my anchor to this earth. It does comes with its consequences. But it’ll be worth it, I promise. You will come with me, and Sam will say yes to me."

You shook your head, still trying to cling desperately to your last shred of hope. "You're wrong."

"I think I know you two better than you know yourselves." Sam said. You look away when you see him smile, his cheeks showing off his dimples, making you feel scared for what you were looking at. Because you know it's not Sam, but it looks so much like him. You think to yourself why it had to be the both of you, the Devil answers for you not a second later. "Because it had to be you, Y/N. It always had to be you."

You stepped back away from him and turned around on your heels, trying your hardest to keep your vision straight. You inhale a deep breath as you close your eyes for a second, trying your hardest to calm yourself down. After a second of regaining your composure, you decide it's time to face Lucifer again, but when you look over your shoulder, you see the room is empty. You let out a breath and cross your arms over your chest, suddenly paranoid of what might happen next. You made your way back over to the bed and sit down, the silence numbing your mind for a moment. But the precious scene was ruined by the sound of your cell phone going off.

You nearly jumped out of your skin from the noise you weren't expecting to hear. You swallow, gaining the composure to grab the cell phone from the nightstand and look at the name to see who's calling. You feel yourself freeze in nervousness when you notice the name. You wait until the third ring for you to answer, but instead of saying anything, you press the phone to your ear, keeping completely silent.

"Y/N?" The voice over the other end sounded scared as you did. You noticed that it sounded like Sam, but you keep quiet. "Y/N, it's me—Sam. Are you there?"

"Yeah," You answered for him, knowing well enough the man had gotten the same visit not that long ago. "I am, Sammy."

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