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jester-lover · 1 year

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She's in Parties

Twisted wonderland characters with a goth girlfriend feat. Trey, Jade, Floyd, Jamil, Rook, Silver, and Lilia cw- fem! reader, confident! reader, fluff, goth author freaks out about goth music, very long post

I notice how often the fanfic community focuses in on the clothing/makeup relating to the goth subculture, and while there will be a lot of that in this post, I want more people to experience the music. I left a goth song recommendation I think fits each character, from gothic metal to softer new wave. No gatekeeping here.

Trey

Trey is definitely not knowledgeable about the goth scene, he listened to a few songs here and there, and probably had a minor emo phase in middle school

He does however enjoy the slower more melancholic goth songs you play for him, or more sweet/romantic songs

Trey is usually the one keeping law and order in his dorm, so sometimes he likes having calming activities like baking and picnics to get away from it all

Having a goth girlfriend, someone who can really understand his perceivable struggle of mundanity, and bring a spark of excitement to his life is a gift he will always appreciate

He would love body mods, like tattoos, piercings etc

Tattoos especially if they have meanings behind them, he thinks they’re like stories on your skin

This man has no clothing comprehension (fedora), he straight up doesn't care what you're wearing

He does however, really like when you wear funky jewelry, and leather jackets

Something is just so sweet about your caring attitude towards him, contrasting with your look that tends to terrify people

We would make you bat shaped cookies 100%

A song that you and Trey listen to together would be Ecstasy by Strawberry Switchblade

“Maybe if you pair the red leather pants with the fishnet top, it’ll match your makeup.”

Jade

You might look like the dark, mysterious part of your relationship, but we all know that title goes to Jade

This boy is, unnerving to say the least, but you’ve always been a fan of strange things

He absolutely adores your aesthetic, even if you tone it down for school, or wear trad goth makeup every day, he’s obsessed

I feel like jade would enjoy gothic films, like The Crow, or Nosferatu, along with a long list of horror movies

“The movie itself is a bit overwhelming, but the plot is so delightfully dark, I think you would really like it dear.”

He probably does listen to goth music, more post punk and new wave type stuff, like The Cure, so a part of your music is not new to him

But he’d love to be introduced to more vibrant gothic music (it makes for a good hiking playlist)

He loves all types of gothic makeup on you, but especially enjoys 90s’ goth makeup, with tight black eyeliner, and burgundy red lipstick

Something about the simplicity of the style, along with the somber tone of the music you listen to makes Jade’s heart flutter (if he has one)

A song that would remind you of Jade is Heaven or Las Vegas by the Cocteau Twins

Floyd

He’s a lil creepy guy himself! You guys are two peas in a pod!

Floyd loves having a goth girlfriend, the fashion, makeup, music and general aesthetic are right up his alley

We know our boy loves shoes, so he would absolutely adore it if you had a funky shoe collection, from tall and heavy platforms, to cute yet sharp winklepickers

He would love loud gothic rock, extreme music hypes him up before a big game

I read in floyd’s wiki that he dislikes restraint, so the loudness and brashness of gothic rock would be something he really enjoys

In terms of fashion, Floyd is one of the few boys who would definitely allow you to give him a makeover

Tease and gel his hair, layers of silk over fishnet and leather, you can really go all out

Be careful though, because he’s also the type to come running for hugs and kisses right when you've finished getting ready

Floyd thinks that the best looks on you are the ones that require layering, he loves seeing you look like a shapeless bat creature

His most favorite part about having you as a girlfriend is how easy it is to find you in the stands during a basketball game

Floyd definitely gives you some freaky fish nickname, like ‘anglerfish’ just because he’s a meanie like that

"Anglerfish! I found a sweater you'll love, Its got bats all over it!"

A song that Floyd would like is Head like a Hole by Nine Inch Nails

Jamil

Jamil caught your eye due partially to his dancing skills, and his hair

I mean look at it, the boy is a walking shampoo commercial

He really is clueless about goth music, you really have to keep him on the shallow side before throwing him off the deep end

“So, you like music about coffins and funerals then?”

He really does enjoy your aesthetic quite a bit, every time you come home from a day of shopping (at a thrift store most likely) he encourages you to give him a little fashion show

Kalim might have been mildly terrified the first time he saw you, but then he realized how happy you made Jamil, and accepted you!

Pre-overblot, he enjoys more angry, loud gothic rock, but after, he asks you to introduce him to some softer goth music

Jamil has always dreamed of giving his significant other a life full of joy, so sometimes he likes fantasizing about a future with you, and dancing to romantic goth songs

A song you and Jamil dance to is Heaven by The Cure

Rook

Ooolala a mysterious figure shrouded in darkness? He is intrigued

You definitely notice him, and you definitely ask him out first

(he swoons)

Rook is a perplexing character, he never really shows any interest towards your music, before suddenly turning up with a full playlist

Turns out, he’s been keeping track of the songs you mention in passing conversation and blast in your room

He loves you in long flowy black skirts, with full trad makeup, he thinks you look so beautiful

“Mon petit ange, you look absolutely breathtaking, villainous beauty like yours is dangerous!”

Rook is most definitely the of boy who goes out in the middle of the night with you for an impromptu photoshoot, or walk through a graveyard

You two have a very ��Morticia and Gomez’ type relationship, considering just how obsessed this man is with you

He writes poems about you

Rook probably also adores romantic goth songs, especially the weirder ones

A song you two would listen to together is Temple of Love by the Sisters of Mercy

Lilia

Scene bf x goth gf

Look at him and tell me he doesn’t avidly listen to My Chem? You can’t.

You two are two birds of a feather! (a crow’s most likely)

He absolutely adores your sense of fashion, and how it aligns with his own, just be aware that if you have any cool hoodies/jackets, he will steal them from you

Speaking of clothes, he loves any of them on you, especially bat-like clothes, like black shirts/dresses with long flowy sleeves and flared pants

“Hehehe we match in both clothing and personality!”

He also listens to goth music, and considering he’s ancient, he’s probably experienced some classic bands in concert

Would love to share his most macabre stories with you, if you want to hear him ramble

Lilia is a fan of all genres of gothic music, especially the funky kinds of music often blasted in goth clubs

You two are very like minded individuals and that keeps you both very happy

A song you and Lilia would dance to is What’s Inside a Girl? By The Cramps

Silver

He’s so soft for you

You just cause fear wherever you go, and Silver’s just there, softly smiling

He doesn't listen to loud music unless he’s trying his best to stay awake, but when he is trying to sleep, he prefers the more mellow stuff

“Do you have any really calming music I can listen to?”

He cares so very little about what you wear, but he likes you in velvet so you're soft to cuddle with

Silver cares a lot about you, so if he sees people making bad remarks about you, he’ll confront them, he’s scary when he’s mad

He enjoys watching gothic movies with you too, but might fall asleep mid movie

Since the Diasomnia uniform is all black, he gets a little kick out of matching with you

A song Silver and you listen to as you lounge about is Lorelai by the Cocteau Twins

Bonus! More alternative songs that remind me of the boys :)

Trey- Linger by The Cranberries

Jade- Nocturnal Me by Echo and the Bunnymen

Floyd- Nasty by The Damned

Jamil- Kiss me, Son of God by They might be Giants

Rook- Gentlemen take Polaroids by Japan

Lilia- Time by David Bowie

Silver- Sacrifice by London after Midnight

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decayingdollette · 2 months

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I wrote this bc I was feeling impulsive. I’m sorry if this sucks lmaoooo

Adam & Lawrence with a goth girlfriend

Adam:

This guy listened to industrial music in Saw I and even had friends in bands who were doing shows, since he likes industrial music and punk most likely he definitely would be stoked that you’re goth. Not in an objectifying way, he genuinely loves the goth music like the Cure, Joy Division, hell he probably heard some Christian Death and Type O Negative songs. Maybe Strawberry Switchblade.

How does the fact of you being goth pop up? If you met in a record store and you were either super trad goth with your pikes and teased hair he would be over the moon that goths still existed in town. He’d be a bit nervous and awkward but we love that.

You guys consequently exchange numbers, and you thought he was a sweet guy so you ask for his. He never gave you the ick. Matter of fact you found him cute and wholesome almost immediately.

You call him almost week later after being busy with work since you went to the record store on a Sunday. And he tries so hard to not fanboy. “Pretty goth actually called me back omgomgomgomg” he internally screams. You guys agree to meet up at a new record store opposite of town.

He would play random shit in his car or yours with cds, or the radio, and somehow that one Sisters of Mercy song pops up. Can you guess what it is?

He’s gonna mutter “She’s Lost Control” by Joy Division because one day it just starts playing in his head. You could be anywhere. The park, the mall, Lawrence’s house. You just find it adorable.

Honestly no other person has really supported your goth side, much less accepted it. Adam isn’t goth but he at least respects the subculture and doesn’t call you weird fetishy names.

He definitely raves about you to all his friends, including Lawrence, who was never goth but has been alive when goth music was at its beginning. Lawrence knows probably one or two Soft Cell songs and would bring them up if he was with you both.

If you’re a musician or are friends with a goth musician he will definitely create flyers and take concert pics. You as a musician he will take pics for your album covers. He refuses to not do it for free because his reward is that you’re his muse.

If you’re going to goth night he would want you to goth him up. Put white foundation on him and the grey contour!! Put eyeliner on his waterline!! Tease his hair!!

When you start dating, he will definitely bring stuff from antique stores. He goes thrifting a lot, he somehow finds an obscure Rosetta Stone cassette tape. Or a grey rosary for you to wear.

Lawrence

Forgive me if I get this wrong but wasn’t he like in his 20s during the 80s during the prime goth time? He’s heard of goths but lowkey meshes their label with new wave listeners.

He divorced his wife and was estranged from her and their daughter so things have been going downhill

Until you guys somehow bump into each other…at a hardware store

You want to paint your new room. You don’t immediately know why Lawrence is there.

You make eye contact and you smile. He doesn’t smile back immediately but you drop something three aisles down and he picks it up for you because he happened to be looking for the same thing. You panic a little because he has a cane. He turns out fine.

You thank him, ask if he’s okay, and say you like his tie, which has a silver iridescent color. He says he’s fine, and that you have an interesting new wave hair style 😂 you’re goth, not necessarily new wave. You thank him anyway.

You ask a staff member if this store has the brand of steel cleaning solution you’re looking for, and they say no. Lawrence starts telling you he think he saw it at a neighboring convenience store. You thank him and wink. Flirty mf. Then you ask his name.

Mans really says his full name.

Oh Lord, you have a crush on this man.

How are you gonna find him? Fuck, you don’t even know him. But you find out he’s an ONCOLOGIST when you mention to your metal head friend that he said his full name. FULL NAME.

Your friend teases you hella.

Said friend has an anesthesia appointment at where Lawrence works unbeknownst to you both and you’re their ride home. You dropped one of your keys, your house key. Fuck. You have to go back and you realize you lost the key drive 5 minutes into dropping off your friend. As soon as you’re back and you scavenge the parking garage for the facility, thankfully locating your key, Lawrence’s shift is over. He looks tired as he walks with his cane. and you spot him exiting the backdoor. But you call his name and he perks up. You’re not looking as goth today, but he still recognizes you and he smiles and says your name.

He asks what you’re doing here, and you say coyly that you dropped your key and that the ring that hangs all the keys was not sturdy enough. He nods and doesn’t break a smile or laugh, or frown. He just tells you to be careful.

Okay you know what, you ask him out for coffee and his number because YOLO. There’s no Instagram or Snapchat so how else would you guys keep in touch??

He says yes????????? You honestly thought he’d decline because…idk. People either find goth girls weird or hot. Sometimes both…for the most wrong reasons.

You call him and ask his day off, which are always Saturdays and Sundays. He insists on picking you up. You kinda hoped you could girlboss and drive him. Maybe next time ;) you tease your hair that day so he will make the new wave comment.

He does. “New wave today once again (Name).” You chuckle and ask what bands he likes.

He mentions Duran Duran and Soft Cell, but that’s about it. Then you go off on your goth side.

I feel like he is more of a jazz and classical piano music guy. I don’t know why. But you haven’t even listened to those genres much until now, and you make him remember a Siouxsie and the Banshees song, probably Spellbound? Now he buys their whole album. And you are now dabbling in jazz and classical piano. It’d be funny if you were a deathrocker, it would be a cute opposite to his Chopin collection.

I’ll write for other characters, feel free to suggest any

#saw #saw movie #saw movies #saw franchise #saw fandom #adam stanheight x reader #lawrence gordon x reader #adam stanheight #lawrence gordon #saw x reader #saw headcanons

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mordyverse · 2 months

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🥀Steven Grant with a goth s/o!!!

ʚ🩸ɞ type: headcanons (sfw)

ʚ🩸ɞ pairings: Steven Grant x blk!gn!reader

a/n: we are so back 🦾

steven who listens to every playlist you make for him on repeat. He prefers New Wave goth over the other subgenres, and his notable favorite bands are Oingo Boingo, Cocteau Twins, The Cure, and Strawberry Switchblade. semi canon bc Comic!Marc has "The Killing Moon" by Echo and the Bunnymen as his ringtone.

steven who just nods when he hears you recite to your eccentric, offbeat philosophical poetry. It's not that he doesn't like it, he just never knows what's going on, don't take it personally.

steven who's supportive as heck when it comes to your look. he loves when you get all dressed up with makeup and jewelry, but he also understands that it's time-consuming. he loves your casual wear, too.

steven who loves taking you on picnic dates, museum dates, library dates, etc. He's BIG on thrift store dates and he's always on the lookout for new things to add to your collection (be it dolls, rocks, CDs, bones, wtv)

steven who loves movie night!! He has an expansive DVD collection (like Edward Scissorhands, Coraline, Elvira, etc) He has an affinity for black and white horror films like Dracula, though, because he loves how the movies rely on practical effects to be entertaining.

steven who sits through every single documentary with you. He even takes notes <3

steven who is hesitant to let you dress him. “it's a bit too dark for me haha..” he’ll always say, until finally giving in and letting you style him. He talks the ENTIRE time you do his makeup and he blinks like crazy when you try to apply eyeliner..

steven who loves taking strolls with you. moonlight or daylight, he's always there, his paces in time with yours, your fingers entwined with his as he holds a parasol over your head. he can't have you getting burned :(

steven who loves how your smell lingers in his flat after you’ve gone - the subtle but all-encasing scent of blood oranges, burning wood, rose water, and a bit of hemp oil calms his nerves.

steven who always hypes you up. He ADORES you. He takes so many pictures of you whenever you dress up. As soon as you step out of the house he's got his phone out, taking photos of you by the trees, the fountain, the snack aisle in the store - he's literally your biggest fan.

steven who appreciates how blunt and deadpan you can be sometimes. You're very straightforward with what you want/need and he doesn't have to play a guessing game.

steven who has the looming suspicion that his s/o may be a vampire..

#moon knight #x black reader #steven grant x black reader #steven grant #moon knight x reader #moon knight x you #moon knight x y/n #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x black!reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant x gender neutral reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #goth reader #𝐌𝐨 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬!! 🫀

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poisoned-peppermint · 3 years

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Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it

Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech

George: See also, esteemed bastards

Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids.

Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws

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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors

Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum

Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same

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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)

Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods

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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons

Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout

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Bad:You’re enough

Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.

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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work

Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone

Bad: wait for you to get back

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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in

Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish

Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep

Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall

Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.

Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.

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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out

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Quackity: If I were dating you? Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore

Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!

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Skeppy: Are you ok?

Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like

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Sam: My hands are cold

Ponk: *holds their hands*

Ponk: better?

Sam: My lips are cold too

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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?

Sapnap: of course *leaves*

George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.

Dream: yeah no shit

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Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.

Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you

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Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.

Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.

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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*

Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate

Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*

Skeppy: No!

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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know

Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!

Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?

Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!

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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you

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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?

Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)

Wilbur: that’s a turtle

Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it

Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended

Ranboo: No

Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer

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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Bad: Sex.

Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.

Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.

Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Ant: Food.

Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?

Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.

Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!

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Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

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Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?

Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.

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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

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Tommy: You’re pathetic!

Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!

Techno: You’re both losers.

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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Skeppy: Bad, please!

Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

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Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?

Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.

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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!

Bad: LANGUAGE!!

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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.

Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!

Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*

Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

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Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.

Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*

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Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Puffy: Where did you get that?.

Bad: My pocket.

Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Bad: Skills.

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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.

Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.

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Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Quackity: Spiders?

Bad: Spiders it is then.

Quackity: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…

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Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.

Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.

Punz : Break her bed not her heart.

Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings.

Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.

Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

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Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Tommy: Bet you I can!

Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

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Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?

Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.

Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!

Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

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Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.

Pummel party Squad: …

Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

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Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

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Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Phil:

Phil: Why are you eating dirt?

Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

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Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.

Tubbo: You don’t even know.

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Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!

Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!

Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.

Skeppy: WAIT NO!

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Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.

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Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.

Bad: Good, because I hate you

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Bad: Are you a painting?

Skeppy: What-?

Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-

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Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?

Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.

Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Tommy: I earned this, back off!

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Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-

George: Finally! You’re proposing!

Dream: How’d you know?

George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

George: I even picked it up once

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*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*

Bad: Aw. :(

Skeppy: You know what they say.

Bad: Please don’t-

Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

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reversecreek · 3 years

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snickers feverishly at myself for bringing in a 5th... who do i think i am? unstoppable? invincible? suddenly ripples my titanium plated pecs. maybe so. u can find her pinterest here n her playlist here.

* margaret qualley, cis female + she/her | you know bradley milligan, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, all of their life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to looking for knives by dyan like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole snow angels trampled through by your father’s footprints, casually reading a newspaper that’s catching flame & stubbing a cigarette against the wing mirror of a parked cop car thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 11th, so they’re a scorpio, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her )

HISTORY:

bradley has this memory of meeting her grandmother for the first time n everything in the room was frozen still. even the air. she didn’t feel like she cld move n she got the impression this is how it’d always been in the milligan lineage. the only thing that was allowed to act of it’s own accord was her grandmother’s eyes as she tracked every slightest flinch of muscle. when her father left the room her grandmother reached out and took bradley’s hand n bradley looked at this like it was smthn she’d never seen before until her grandmother leaned close and all she could stare at was a nicotine stain on one of her front teeth. “he’s cold, isn’t he? he’s always been cold. i don’t think he’s mine.” bradley could tell from how tight she held her hand that he was. she could tell by the way she smiled as she said it, too. the way she felt obliged to smile back.

growing up in a huge white house in aquila drive w pruned hedges sounds idyllic n looks it too. swanky cars w tinted windows in the long driveway. always men filing in and out under the cloak of night wearing expensive suits n smiles worthy of a politician’s billboard. bradley’s mum alyssa thought so too n that’s hw she got into this whole mess tbh. tony milligan is very good at advertising. he cld package a jarred human heart as strawberry jam and convince u to spread it on ur toast if he wanted to. he could make u smile politely as u ate ur own.

alyssa ws this very pretty blonde kind of mysterious presence in a room. everyone wanted to kno her story or fk her but noone rly treated her like a person more just like a puzzle to solve. john green syndrome alert..... literally manic pixie dream girled bt on turbo charge. there were vague whispers she’d run away from home when she appeared in town out of nowhere bt nothing concrete. tony decided he wanted to crack the case n once he set his mind to something there was no changing it. they wound up embroiled in a whirlwind romance. head over heels. he came at romance hard and fast as a freight train. alyssa knew he was into shady things but not quite the full extent of it n honestly she didn’t care bc she wanted security n a family to call her own n tony promised that. they were married within a year.

tony came frm money bt he wanted to carve his own path n make his own legacy. destined fr greatness he’d tell her. we’re destined for greatness. it sounds nice doesn’t it! alyssa thought so too.

(drugs mention tw) slowly over the yrs he essentially forged his own crime organisation tht only grew. he opened a strip club down the seedier side of irving called ‘no angels’ n this became the front thru which his gang ran drugs in the back (predominantly coke n they pride themselves fr having a Superior Blend apparently) as well as laundering cash n this also was kind of their home base to hang

(abuse tw) their marriage increasingly lost it’s shine n alyssa came to realise she’d been sold a lie n she didn’t rly know this person or what he was capable of right around the time bradley was born. by then it was kind of like Wow i am rly in this n there is not an exit door huh. i won’t go into details bt things were not good at all. bradley witnessed n experienced a lot of things she shouldn’t have growing up. she didn’t understand why other kids drew home in all these different coloured crayons like they were bright places to be. she didn’t understand why everyone got so excited when the bell rang at the end of the day bc she just felt sick. she rationalised tht this was normal when she was younger bc sometimes kids talked abt the monsters under their beds giving them nightmares n she thought mayb they were talking abt their dads too. as she got older she realised tht actually her world wasn’t the same as anyone else’s n she also realised no-one wld ever be able to tell her why. she started becoming friends with the angry feeling in her chest tht she used to try and swallow around this time. often she’d wander the mall for a while to put off going home. smoke on random park benches. watch trains rattle thru town from the vantage point of a random rooftop.

(abuse, missing person implied, murder implied & grief tw) when bradley was 12 she woke up and all of her mum’s clothes were gone frm their drawers. no shoes anywhere. a framed photo of them at the beach holding bradley as a baby vanished from over the mantelpiece. when bradley asked her dad what was going on, tony essentially said “it was exhausting her. being here. being your mother. she didn’t want to do it any more, so now she’s gone” n then he hugged her. little details leaked into the mix over the yrs. at one point tony dismissed her as having flown overseas to a foreign country to drink in the sun like she’d always wanted even tho alyssa always told bradley she liked the snow best (once she even walked outside as it fell in a thin lace nightgown when tony was out n when bradley said “mom you’re gonna get cold” she only tugged her down and made her do snow angels until her lips looked blue). the most significant memory bradley can never shake from her head is her mother cupping a yellow tulip at the park n saying she hated them. when bradley asked why she only turned and smiled at her as she stroked the hair from her face n then said “because they look so happy”. after bradley’s mum vanished a long flower bed at the bottom of the garden was suddenly overrun with dozens of freshly planted yellow tulips. whenever bradley looked at them out of her window she got this sickly feeling in the pit of her stomach like she was visiting a cemetery. she suspected what had happened to her mum (especially as rumours circulated within tony’s organisation abt alyssa being unfaithful with someone tht used to work fr him) bt she cld never bring herself to truly accept it. thus she ws stuck in this strange purgatory state of not-quite-anger at her mum for “leaving” and not-quite-grief.

bradley rly started to transgress in school after her mum was gone. alyssa was always kind of a character when she’d pick bradley up (wasn’t doing well n acted kind of ‘eccentric’ i suppose u cld say) so tony managed to spin it all as a child acting out in the wake of an unfit mother uprooting n abandoning. bradley became........ interesting. JKHGFSSKJGHFSGHSKFGHFG. she’d snap n resort to violence very easily. very desensitised to it. students were kind of scared of her tbh. as this progressed into proper high school she got in w the more rowdy popular crowd solely bc she was so fking.... wild for lack of a better word. rly would just do anything fr the thrill. had no sense of ‘i shouldn’t do this bc it’s dangerous’. partied harder than anyone. bit back harder than anyone. no filter. hung w a lot of guys honestly bc they had less morals n either found her scariness cool or wanted to fk <3

(hospitalisation, depression & drugs tw) she’s had. a few stints in psychiatric institutions fr various reasons tbh. missed a small chunk of her senior yr fr this but it wasn’t widely known just kind of rumoured. she showcases a lot of similar symptoms to her mum who struggled w severe depression (which was difficult to cope w when ur husband was often pouring ur prescription down the drain fr kicks) n in order to compensate fr the lows she takes a lot of things to kick them into highs. drinks n snorts too much. bradley i love u bt i’m begging u to seek healthier coping mechanisms......

as the yrs went on (especially once alyssa had gone) tony rly started trying to integrate bradley into the business side of things...... she literally. is named bradley bc he was expecting a boy n he was like well let’s still call her bradley. n had in mind she’d still fulfil the role he wanted her to of being his little protege so to speak.... both sexist n ugly all in one fell swoop...... an example of this is he literally. bought her a mint green switchblade for her 14th birthday n named it tinkerbell bc it would “die without attention” aka using it. tht sounds like a healthy gift to give a child tony congratulations sis <3

in an ideal world bradley wld have gone to uni to study psychology bc she jst wants to know how the fk her dad is literally like that bt she probably stuck around n is now managing no angels along with billy n marco (billy’s in her dad’s gang n is, u guessed it, a cunt, n marco is his sort of right hand man so to speak) bc tony’s in the closest neighbouring city overseeing a second ‘no angels’ opening up there to expand into a franchise n widen their income margins. bradley wld also be sort of used as a honey trap type deal once she got older if they needed to lure ppl places n sometimes still is bt it depends. the guys in the club all know not to mess w bradley bc she’s tony’s daughter n literally kind of scary herself sometimes bt there’s also this certain allure tht comes with being the boss’ daughter n it kind of comes across in how they act or talk abt her. yes i will kill them all n no i won’t feel bad abt it <3

think that’s kind of all u need to kno history wise... blinks one eye out of sync w the other..... runs to personality

PERSONALITY:

a phrase i wld always use to describe bradley in old intros is “like a cup of black coffee with one grain of sugar that u don’t taste until the last sip”. also dark chocolate. lime. liquorice. she’s an acquired taste n i feel like u either love her or u hate her.

cannot express how unpredictably chaotic she is..... frequently throws a drink in a stranger’s face jst to start something bc she’s bored. loves to hurl cheese slices across the room so they slap onto someone’s face out of nowhere. likes smashing things. stubbing cigarettes out on faces in framed family photographs. will literally pick a lock n then smash the window besides it to defeat the whole purpose just bc she found how neat it was boring. does anything fr the adrenaline n thrill. gets into far too many fights n fights dirty. probably been thrown out of every bar in town at least three times. banned from a bunch too.

she’s witty bt she has a dark sense of humour..... can be quite mean.......... loves to roast ppl for no reason........ honestly has some nathan young frm misfits aspects in that sense like jst seems untouchable emotionally n like she doesn’t take anything seriously n is fking outrageous about it.....

has this quality abt her tht kind of scares herself sometimes. it’s like she recognises parts of her dad in her. she’s very perceptive (bc she’s had to be over the yrs trying to read every micro-expression of her dad’s to predict what’s next) n like emotionally intelligent in a way which is ironic bc her own emotions r just an absolute minefield.... bt. she can read people quite well. gets this eerily calm look abt her sometimes n it’s jst like god what’s. she thinking. what’s she’s gna do. i’m shaking. a cool n controlled kind of rage can often be scarier than the explosive type n bradley does that well. grits my teeth n tugs on my collar....

very strong on the surface. hates being vulnerable. has this ingrained idea that crying is childish or rly any kind of emotional display within herself. 50% not taking things seriously 50% angry. tht’s how she comes across....... internally? whole different story. bt ppl don’t see that.

very cavalier abt some things. will flash her tits n not even think abt it. jst very out there...... one of her closest friends is a homeless man named joe who wears neon purple fishnets on his head n loves to spit on ppl from over an underpass. finds eccentric ppl like this funny n surrounds herself w them. loves to be kept on her toes.

LOVES driving stolen cars down the wrong side of the highway. it’s a lot.

fiercely loyal to a fault to a select few bt if u wrong her personally this can switch pretty quick. quite a force to b reckoned w n will hold a grudge. bt like. if ur a Chosen One she’d bury a body for u no questions asked.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

deals to u: bradley isn’t like full time into dealing bt she does do it sometimes.... treats it kind of like a hobby bc the lesser ranked can do tht shit as far as she’s concerned bt.. sometimes also jst gets bored n is like. why not. might be chaotic. mayb they’ll try to rob me <3 we love the thrill <3 or like..... if ur friends w her she’ll deal to u n no she will not do a friends discount <3 or if she does there will definitely be some sort of stipulation attached <3

high skl crew: if ur muse is local n ws an absolutely demonic hell spawn in high skl tht went to 1974547254 parties n was outrageously chaotic n rude then. bradley probably was friends w them <3 her friendships tend to be surface level bt they’d definitely go out a bunch bt whether they actually knew a lot abt her life is debatable bt we could explore options fr this

people who work at no angels: no angels is her dad’s strip club in irving that she kind of helps to run now. it’s kind of a shifty environment. the place where ud have an outrageous bachelor party. u go for the first time w a fake id n u get served bt u also get ur wallet stolen n ur convinced someone spat in ur drink n u also kind of think there might b a hit on u now after u made eye contact too long w a broad shouldered man smoking in a back booth. scary environment. testament to her dad as a person. maybe ur muse is a dancer there or works the bar or security or whatever u name it....

ma’am are u ok?: ur muse found bradley passed out across two bus seats one time in smudged dark eyeliner a silver slip dress n the world’s chunkiest combat boots this town hs ever seen. sometimes she winds up in spots like this when she goes too hard n it’s absolutely dangerous n reckless bt that’s jst bradley <3 mayb they forged an unlikely friendship frm this strange meeting or maybe even? dare i say it? a romance? opposite worlds colliding? good influence? let’s go crazy. release ur inhibitions. feel the rain on ur skin.

hook-ups: bradley’s cavalier abt this stuff..... very unemotional typically..... mayb we cld do an unrequited thing that wld be angsty n fun altho i won’t lie i don’t kno if she’d be the one to catch the feelings.... she rarely sleeps over bt once when she woke up in someone’s bed she hiked over to straddle them carefully as possible so they wldn’t wake up n then pressed her knife to their neck as a fun little surprise where she said boo when they opened their eyes.... she’s a lot clearly.

watermelon slugger, hiiii: bradley has this habit where she gets a bunch of watermelons n then goes to a rooftop n throws them over the edge to watch them explode when they hit the pavement.... maybe ur muse almost got hit by one once n were like WTF???????? another quirky meet cute moment like the bus one <3 can’t stop w them <3 maybe she randomly invited ur muse to do it w her when they were like. a stranger of f the street. she was bored. decided to adopt them as a science experiment. we cn elaborate on this probably....

ouch charlie: similar territory bt she also sometimes shoots pedestrians w a bb gun from rooftops. mayb ur muse wld always get hit by one on a certain route they walked n finally one day they saw her head ducking down behind a ledge n then they see her in the street one day n are like HEY IT’S YOU............. WTF? n bradley’s like ya i’m christ risen again it’s a lot to take in i know...

rly jst anything... mutually destructive friends... exes.... in one rp a character tried to get close to bradley so he cld write an expose all book about her n her family which i found so fking funny so i’ll request that again.... people she’s fought.... ppl whose gf/bf she’s fk’d n it’s caused enemy status.... someone whose place she broke into and shaved their eyebrows off in the night only to draw them on again in crudely thin permanent sharpie lines.... roommates cld be fun n sexy i’d love that actually.... jst anything rly. go wild. kisses everyone tenderly on cheeks.

#irvingintro #abuse tw #missing person tw #implied murder tw #grief tw #hospitalisation tw #depression tw #drugs tw #death tw #i think tht's all of them....... cor blimey......

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sofiahahaaa · 5 years

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Demigod Delinquents | Pt. 4 | In Which the Boys Become Prisoners

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Summary: The squad receives their ‘orders’ or ‘targets’ i guess and they are forcefully shoved into the environment of a spoopy pRiSon

Rating: Pretty much nothing. okay.

A/N: I don’t have much to say. I hope this chapter isn’t too booooring but the next one is going to be out really soon anyways so :) fojrijotmktymdkfkjsolajaejo have fun reading!

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Percy’s POV –

I watched as Annabeth left down the hill. I may have been asking for attention when I picked her up and everything, but I knew it was worthwhile. I needed Annabeth to know that I wasn’t doing this to screw with her. That I wasn’t trying to hurt her. I heard the doubt when she reassured me she’d be fine, and it made me want to cancel immediately.

This would be the first time I’d be away from Annabeth this long since Tartarus. I had been more reassured earlier, but as I saw Argus with the cuffs, it began to settle. This was real.

I let Argus cuff me and then got into the Delphi Strawberry truck. "Is it just me, or is this not the transport I expected for a bunch of criminals?" I inquired, trying in vain to fasten my seatbelt with the cuffs on. Argus shook his head.

“Switch in the city,” Argus grunted. His words seemed to make sense, but my head was spinning– the intoxicating fumes of strawberries making it worse.

“Percy? You good bro?” Leo said, climbing onto the seat beside me. Jason sighed and took the seat behind us. I tried to hold in my laughter when he fell against his cuffed wrists.

“Um– Uh, yeah. Just a little dizzy." I didn’t admit that the smell had reminded me of Misery, and all her stupid poison. I tried to remain level headed. Leo shook his wrists a little and reached into his tool belt. He raised his hands, a Snickers bar in one of his palms.

“Eat it. You’re not yourself when you’re hungry.” Leo snickered. I laughed a little but stopped when my head throbbed. Jason, meanwhile, looked bored. The scar on his upper lip contrasted his light skin, so he looked ghastly. I took the Snickers bar and ate it in one bite. “Oh yeah, inhale the freaking Snickers bar. I can’t even enjoy you eating it.” Leo complained. I raised my eyebrows.

“Sorry," I said plainly, but still not sorry in the least. My throbbing headache had reduced to mind-numbing pain. He shrugged, trying to act nonchalant, and reached into his belt. He pulled out another one.

"I didn’t remember this one." I saw his lip curl.

“Yeah, you did, Leo, don’t lie,” Jason said, snatching the chocolate from Leo’s hand and stuffing it into his mouth. Leo sat in shock.

"I actually don’t have another one… so…” Leo sighed.

I faced forward, looking past Argus into the oncoming traffic. I tried not to focus on the eyeball that was staring directly at me, and instead on the bright red Maserati Spyder in front of us. The driver looked very chill, his elbow hanging over the side of the car, hair tousled in the wind.

Leo whistled. “Sweet ride.”

“Dude, I was thinking the same." I glanced back at Leo, who seemed to be grabbing through his tool belt, looking for another candy bar.

Jason’s lips were slightly parted like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t. He seemed to be deep in thought.

Made sense, since he was our level headed member on this quest. I knew I couldn’t count on Leo for that, and definitely not me– and that left Jason.

Good ol’ Jason. His uniform was zipped all the way up, with the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, emphasizing his biceps. He seemed really zoned out. Then I realized he hadn’t said bye to Piper. I looked at my pocket. I saw my phone there. “Hey Jason,” his eyes focused on me.

“Huh?" I waved my phone.

“Wanna call Pipes?” He looked warily at the phone, and then at me.

“Yeah, actually…" I smiled and dialed her number, then passed the phone to Jason. “Thanks, man,” He waited for her to answer. “Pipes? Yeah, it’s Jason. I’m on the way to the quest–” He paused and listened, then resumed. “Yeah, I couldn’t find you on my way out. I’m sorry– Thanks for understanding. Yeah. Yeah. Love you.” He lowered the phone from his ear and passed it back to me. “Thanks.” His icy blue eyes twinkled, and I felt my heart warm. I settled back in my seat, facing forward again.

Argus kept at least 10 eyes on the freeway, but he still had over a hundred to stare at me. I shifted in my seat, and one eyeball followed me. Talk about uncomfortable.

Argus pulled up on the side of the street, next to a Police Cruiser. I recognized Hermes in an NYPD outfit, on his caduceus phone. Argus grunted, getting out of the car. I got out as well, with Leo and Jason in tow. Hermes waved a hand in our direction, tucking his caduceus phone into his pocket. “Demigods!”

He nodded in my direction, and then faced Jason and Leo. " I don’t believe I’ve met you two before.” Leo scratched his neck uncomfortably. Jason looked at me, a little annoyed, as if he was wondering why I knew all the important deities.

“No, sir, I’m afraid not.” Jason sighed.

“Oh, well, my pleasure to meet you. I’m sure Chiron elaborated on the quest to some degree, but I want to explain to you guys what’s actually happening." I nodded, looking to Leo. He seemed a little stricken, having a god come to announce our quest and all.

“Yeah… uh, something about monsters invading a real prison, right?" I hadn’t really listened when Chiron called. I pulled the little strings I remembered. Hermes nodded in approval.

“Along those lines, I suppose.” He got out his caduceus phone. “Actually, I think we’ll drive while we talk. No time to waste! Argus, you’re free to leave whenever.” Argus nodded stiffly and turned to leave. The fruit transport bounced down the road, back to camp. “Get in the car and we’ll discuss the quest.” Hermes smiled sweetly, opening the door.

The three of us squeezed into one row, putting Leo in the middle. “Why do I have to be surrounded by big people? It’s no fair I’m scrawny and they’re brawny.”

“We’re brownies?" I asked Leo. I was pretty sure I wasn’t a brownie.

“No, brawny. Like really muscular.” Jason corrected. I nodded slowly, but I had kind of hoped he had said brownie. “And you’re not that scrawny.” Leo raised his eyebrow, trying to turn and look at Jason, but he couldn’t turn more than half his body.

“All right, guys,” Hermes said, fastening his phone onto the dashboard.

George slithered around the antenna. Did you bring me any rats, Percy?

Martha hissed. The boy is busy. He didn’t bring you any rats.

George spat. Every time.

“Uh, Hermes, are you aware that you have two living snakes on your phone?” Leo asked, trembling. The truth comes out: Leo, son of Hephaestus, is scared of snakes.

“Huh? Oh, those are just George and Martha. Say hi George and Martha.”

Hi George and Martha. George said, laughing. (can snakes laugh?)

That’s an old joke. You’ve used it before. Martha scolded.

“Now now, guys, let’s make a good impression on Jason and Leo." I chirped, pressing my lips into a thin line. George was the same as always. As was Martha.

“The quest, sir– you were going to explain it?” Jason added politely.

“Oh, right!” Hermes started the car and drove us down the freeway. “So. You see... there are some monsters inhabiting this penitentiary... but there also happen to be some demigods. We need you guys to go undercover and get them back to camp. Safely.” Hermes looked at us through the rearview mirror.

“Sir, no offense, but isn’t that what satyrs do?” Leo wondered.

“Of course.” Hermes acknowledged. “But, it seemed like it would be safer for demigods to handle since you’re being admitted into the penitentiary. As actual inmates. The head of the prison has had his mind manipulated into believing you have been at the penitentiary for a while now, and that you are just normal kids. I mean– average criminals.” He cracked his knuckles against the steering wheel. “And, with that, you have to keep your cover during the entire stay, and not reveal your identity to anyone. Anyone besides the three demigods we’re asking you to take to camp.” He kept one hand on the wheel as he bent down to reach for a folder. He handed it back to me.

I flipped it open. There were mugshots of three kids– maybe 13-15 years old. “That would be Ari, Keaton, and… ah, Marlie, or Mena… something like that, respectively." I took another look at them. “They were all admitted at the same time. Something like a gang– none of them have been claimed, but I have my suspicions about Ari. Seems to be a silver-tongued son of Aphrodite.” He took a deep breath. “Thank you, really, for accepting to go on this quest. Stay safe, demigods.” And with that, he drove through the gate and delivered us to the front doors, where the prison guards stood ready. “Goodbye,” Hermes said simply, straightening his tie.

Jason gripped the door handle, pasty-faced. The guard opened the door on my side, and I clambered out, remembering how to act. Sarcastic. As ever. Sassy. Unforgettably so. Annoyingly awesome. That was my nature! I was ready.

The guard grabbed me by my shackled hands and pushed me inside. He had a tight looking face, with and all-too-lumpy nose (resembling a radish or cucumber of sorts). His hair was graying at the edges. “Nice to meet you too…" I muttered under my breath, as he dragged me through the wings of the prison. He had a gun tucked into a holster at his belt, and a switchblade hanging out of his pocket. I clenched my jaw.

The facility was huge. Impossibly large. Every step I took had me deeper inside the maze of halls. With a quick jerk, he had me standing in an indoor courtyard. “This is your wing. D2. Your goons will be here soon.” His voice made me feel like I was swimming. It was dull and cloudy– impossible to understand without enunciation. Luckily for me, he spoke loudly. The man was unidentifiable, and the stance he wore reminded me of some all-too-full-of-themselves gods, back on Olympus.

He seemed to remember he should be polite, and he removed his glasses. I saw the mini flames that ignited within them. “Ares…?” I asked, a little afraid to know the answer, even though I was sure already.

“Shh, kid. Yeah, it’s me. I’ll see ya’ in a bit, okay?" I nodded, sighing. Two gods involved with the quest. Ares. He sucks.

The more the merrier, I suppose.

I jumped as I got a view of the inmates that shared the courtyard. They filed out of their cells, glaring. Each and every one of them looked like trouble, and I recognized the stance of an empousa, the gait of a satyr, and the rumble and mass of a cyclops. I shivered, remembering Tyson. “Say hello, guys.” Ares barked. I heard some hisses from the monsters and boos from the seemingly regular people. “Nicely.” Ares snapped, sharp enough to burst my eardrums.

“Hello,”

“Hey.”

“Welcome to your new life, you’ll hate it.” Came the voices. I tried to smirk. But my mouth just stayed.

“This is Percy. He will be staying with you guys until his it is deemed unfit.” Ares stole a glance at me, then turned to the kids. “Alright! Please make sure to be hospitable– we don’t want any stabbing, fistfights, or… rap battles. And feel free to initiate the newcomer.” Ares picked at his nail with his switchblade. “He deserves it.” His stony glare made me queasy, but I stood tall. I had been surprised at first when Ares had been nice to me, but I saw the flame grow in his eyes, and I knew he was sharing some sort of joke with the inmates. What was initiation?

“Of course. We wouldn’t skip out on initiation.” A mortal goon snickered. I heard some whispered cheering. I clenched my fists, but knowing them, they were trying to get to me. If I showed weakness, they would play me. I let my grip soften, but my nails kept digging into my palm, leaving a significant bruise.

I eyed everyone individually, glaring at them so they knew I meant business. The bright, blinding fluorescent lights made it hard to hold my glare, but I managed. “Okay boys, calm down. I’m not a newbie." I spat. One of the guys staggered backwards, eyeing me suspiciously. “Don’t challenge me. We don’t want any… problems." I added, trying to slide my eyelids into a more superior look.

“Right, right, kid.” Ares switched his gaze to me. “Don’t get started just yet… he has some goons here, too." I resisted my urge to sock him in the face. Jason and Leo weren’t my… goons. That wasn’t a word anybody would use to describe them, especially me. “Maybe… introduce yourselves while I fetch the rest of the idiots.” Ares suggested, stuffing his switchblade back in its respective pocket. I scoffed. Ares, pretending not to notice me, left to get the guys.

The inmates crowded around me like I was new meat (that’s fair), and one boy stepped out of the crowd. He had bleach blond hair– matted and sticky, and his front teeth were chipped and missing. He seemed to be the big guy in the group, as far as I could tell. He stuck out his hand, in no way being courteous. “Ace. Ace Campbell." I didn’t take his hand. I was taller than him, anyway, and I liked towering over the leader.

Deciding to try getting into character, I crouched down to his level mockingly and took his hand. “Percy. Sorry, I got the feeling you guys weren’t into intimidation around here. Is it better now that I’m at your level?" I winked at him. He seemed to not like that– getting mocked by fresh meat, but I stood up and looked down at him.

“Not funny. Not funny in the slightest.” He gestured towards his right hand, holding up his closed fist so I could see. " I may just have to bring this to your face if you don’t back down. I have experience. You aren’t special, you’ll see." He insisted on this, his eyes squinting, but I could tell he was just a little intimidated by me. I had that effect on people. I nodded, pretending to consider, then I turned on my heel and walked away from him.

“Bye.” Then I looked over my shoulder. “And you aren’t such a special snowflake either, Ace." I brushed my knuckles under my chin, acting nonchalant, and continued walking. I wanted to find these demigods as soon as possible so we could get out of here. Ace was like every other childhood bully I’d ever had, but this time, I was bigger and stronger. I could fight back. And I wasn’t scared of hurting him. He had landed himself here, after all. He had done something to someone to get here. I wouldn’t feel guilty fighting him. I looked over my shoulder again– just the slightest tilt of the head– to see Ace storming up to me, fists clenched, ready to fight. He had gotten in range, and he went to hit me with a blow, but I caught his fist. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist with a surge of strength and lowered his hand down gingerly. “Ace." I inhaled, trying to create an effect. “There is a difference between us– me and you.” He growled, trying to free his wrist, but I held tight. “You are a bully. A mean one, by the looks of you. I, on the other hand, have been the victim. You don’t scare me, though. I see that I outrank you in size, weight, and strength– it probably wouldn’t be a stretch to say smarts, as well. So it’s easy enough to realize that the match is unfair. I didn’t start the fight, you did. And the instigator is the worst in the scenario. So please, don’t hurt yourself. Pick on someone your own size." I slowly let go of his wrist, returning my hands to my pockets. “See ya’ later!” And I turned on my heel to find the demigods.

They weren’t in D2–I could be sure. 3 demigods… I could assume they were in the same wing. That would narrow things down. I wished I had Annabeth. She could find them and we’d be out of here, no biggie. But I kept walking, noting the turns I took. Really, once I got to the main hall, it was just a long catwalk with crappy industrial lighting.

I wondered if Jason and Leo had arrived downstairs yet, to get dressed down by the inmates. Leo would probably be funnier about his entrance– and Jason…I didn’t know about him.

I kept up my pace. Some of the wings were empty, and based on the clean halls and relatively sparkling linoleum everywhere, it was a new enough facility. There were courtyards on each side of the catwalk. F1, F2, G1, G2… and so on. They went on for a while, but at K, I noticed that the hall was silent. That meant that either the residents of the next few inlets were very quiet, or it was empty from there further. I grumbled and turned around, heading in the opposite direction.

when I got to D2, I peered over the catwalk into the courtyard. I saw Leo and Jason, standing side by side, Jason with his hand poised over his sword pocket. I sighed and clambered down the ladder to get them out of there. Leo saw me first. His eyes widened and he elbowed Jason. Jason’s lips were pursed, and his chest rose and fell quickly. His eyes didn’t leave the inmates. I tried sauntering up and grabbing them by the arms, but unfortunately, Ace had seen me too.

“Percy! Back already?” He gestured towards Jason. “Your friend is trouble.” Jason turned on his heel, seeing that I was there. He glared at me.

“You left me to deal with him alone?” Jason’s eyes crinkled at the edges. I cringed. I had thought he would be okay.

"I wasn’t a fan of them, either. Just– uh, I took a walk." I struggled to keep my cool. I had almost said that I went to find the demigods, but that would not reflect well on Ace. I sighed. “Why don’t you join me?” Leo nodded, already making his way over. Jason, on the other hand, was not happy. He scowled at the other guys and joined me.

“Bye! Have fun with your goons.” Ace jeered.

Leo spat at him. “Likely, since you aren’t there.” He continued beside me.

Jason’s eyes flew. He looked rattled. ��Goons?”

“He thinks you guys are my goons. If it bothers you I’ll correct him… but I don’t really care to get involved with that jerk." I tried to mask my anger, but I could feel the corner of my lip twitching. I didn’t want to say any more…

"It’s cool, man. What I’m really confused about are the monsters. They didn’t even smell us. I’ve been told I smell a lot, so I find that unbelievable.” Leo ran a hand through his curly hair.

"I don’t know," I admitted. " I guess there are other things they’re worried about…”

“The security guard was Ares, too,” Leo added.

“Yeah.”

“Not a fan of him,” Jason muttered.

“Why were you taking a walk?” Leo inquired, a grin playing at his lips. “You don’t take walks.” Leo paused. “Unless it’s with Annabeth.”

I laughed. "I was looking for the demigods.” We stopped at the catwalk. “Actually, let’s go right.” Leo nodded.

We continued down the right side of the catwalk, passing the C wing. Leo started again. “So they weren’t on the other side…”

“Not as far as I could tell. But I saw other monsters." I paused. "I was sort of hoping they were in the same wing together.” Jason raised his eyebrow.

“What if they aren’t?”

“Well, they were entered at the same time. So since we’re in the same wing, I figured they might be, too.”

“That’s fair.” Jason tapped his temple “Sometimes you’re smarter than you appear." I snorted.

We got to B wing, and I stopped in my tracks. Leo skidded and ran right into Jason, who doubled forward. “A+ for Grace and agility." I snickered.

“Are we checking if they’re here?” Leo asked.

“Yeah," I panned my eyes around the room, seeing it was filled to the brim. “There is no extra space in here whatsoever." I turned a little more, scanning for probable candidates. I was about to give up when…

“There.” Jason and I said in unison. Leo looked in our direction

3 kids were sitting in a corner. One was chewing gum, the other was sleeping, and the last was messing with their hair. “Talk to them?” Leo asked. I wanted to, but I knew it would be too weird.

“No. Let’s go back. Remember, B1.” Jason nodded in agreement, and we turned to head back to our cell. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the group, though. Something…

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A/N: Ugh, I edited this part so much but something still feels off about it... I hope you guys like it regardless... oh and the build-up is good, right? Not that you’ll have to wait too long for the next part. Thanks for reading :))

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WOLF ALICE - DON'T DELETE THE KISSES [6.90] Everyone, PLEASE back up your kisses to the cloud...

Eleanor Graham: It isn't the shimmering trundle or blunt syllables of "What. If. It's. Not. Meant. For me -- love?" that makes this song exhilarating. It's those spoken-word verses, West End Girls-descended, with not dissimilar atmospherics and similarly galvanising; it's the intimacy of Rowsell's raw-edged-silk whisper; it's the zeitgeisty modern love universality that tricks you into thinking it's literally inside your head. More talking and specificity and anxiety in pop please, but with hooks that are maximalist and like, crash-y, enough to do the writing justice and offer appropriate catharsis. [6]

Ryo Miyauchi: Wolf Alice turns in a Glass Candy tune with Ellie Rowsell displaying obsessive romance from a distance through a detached narration like Ida No's. But what stamps "Don't Delete the Kisses" as a proper Wolf Alice track is the screamed-out chorus: love, what if it's not meant for me? It's a question that slaps a daydreaming Rowsell back to reality through not only its volume but also its self-doubt, nauseating in its density. [6]

Alfred Soto: The staccato chorus, spoken-word choruses, production chill -- a fetching combination, and a different shade of lust after last month's "Yuk Foo." [7]

Joshua Copperman: The opposite of "Yuk Foo," but shouty and bratty in a different way. Where "Yuk Foo" was punky and straightforward, "Don't Delete The Kisses" is more a stream-of-consciousness-Notes-app narrative than anything else. Even from a quote in an interview, even when she's buried under reverb, it's easy to tell that Ellie Rowsell and the rest of Wolf Alice retain the same amount of control in all styles, and they earn the song's adorable happy ending. [7]

Maxwell Cavaseno: Listening to the exact trajectory of internal monologue fantasies that never actually escape the lips rarely sound so suitably soundtracked, but thankfully the blend of wistful romance and aimless swoons are a suitable match. It's frustratingly over-familiar as a record, with Wolf Alice occupying a feeling of Strawberry Switchblade as third tier obscure synthpop YouTube channel filler. Yet as a mood it's impeccable and that cushiony safety works wonders to remind you that no matter how disorienting it is, really its not so bad. [6]

Jonathan Bradley: I hope this achieves classic status at the indie disco so when it comes on I can fold my arms and pout that it's no "Maps" "Dudley." (Who am I kidding, I'm 34 years old, I'm never going to the indie disco.) [7]

Nortey Dowuona: As Rowsell softly murmurs her slowly growing love for someone, she feels airy and yet grounded in the soft bed of synthesizers and drums, slowly becoming less cynical and more willing to trust in what she feels, as the synthesizers swell and pulse while the drums sharply crackle. It all feels like that same shedding of cynicism for hope. [7]

Alex Clifton: A sweet love song that feels like a dream; I prefer this over "Yuk Foo" that came out a few weeks ago. It's a bit too cloudy for me, though. Half the time I can't tell what Ellie Rowsell is singing (although she's clearer in the spoken-word sections). The melody's a bit one-note and boring for my tastes. It's pretty, but I also feel like this could've been performed by anyone who's had backing music on Portlandia. [5]

Tim de Reuse: The spoken-word bit doesn't rhythmically work; there are lines that either cram in too many syllables or require accents on unfortunately-placed words, and it veers between syncing up perfectly to the song's meter in a sappy nursery-rhyme kind of way and drifting away from it. But the tone here is not just conversational, it's internal: the kind of brutal casualness that you can only really get from nagging voices in your own head. The tune leans into the awkward, fumbling monologue unapologetically, producing something that's human and flawed a level beyond most things we call "human and flawed"; it's painful to relate to, because these are the kinds of thoughts you try to convince yourself to be embarrassed about even when you know for a fact that no one's as composed and cool as they present themselves. It is not about a whirlwind, feel-good romance, but it is about the paranoid self-doubt of wishing for a whirlwind, feel-good romance. The fact that a song about the latter turns out to be more engaging than most songs about the former is just fascinating. [8]

Claire Biddles: I've already listened to it hundreds of times but I've only just realised that there's hardly anything to "Don't Delete The Kisses." There's no proper chorus, only snatches of melody; nothing changes, it just goes round and round and repeats forever until I have to unplug my earphones or go to a meeting or fall asleep. But isn't that how obsession lives in the everyday? When something about a song or a person flies under the radar for thousands of people but becomes the only thing you can think about, hiding inside of you undetected? The last Wolf Alice single "Yuk Foo" was a quick-hit fancy dress costume of someone I wish I was, but "Don't Delete The Kisses" is exactly who I am. I don't care what anyone else thinks of it. I know this is bad critical practice, and maybe if I was a better writer I would have the ability to distance myself from the song, or the self-restraint to write this on Tumblr instead, but I can't: I can feel every single word in my bones like they're mine. I liked the first Wolf Alice album fine but I never felt it like this, the stakes didn't feel this high: Like a lot of debut guitar band albums, it was about teenage-and-a-bit boredom, about getting out -- looking forward with no space for reflection. Three years in your twenties can feel like decades. Now every line is hiding thousands of familiar words of subtext; endless longing and hoping. This new maturity is all in Ellie Rowsell's perfect delivery: The cadence of that first half-spoken line "I'd like to get to know you" belies a lifetime of second guessing; a lifetime of being dictated by simultaneous romantic obsession and constant crushing disappointment. But it's also a lifelong way of being that can only be taken stock of when it's almost certainly too late. And I think that's why it's so special, because it came at the right time. I'm a few days shy of 30 and in love with someone who I'm never going to tell again and -- like Ellie, like the song -- I'm wondering if this is it, if I've given up on romantic love, if it's not for me. I'm coming to terms with being the kind of person whose life's great love story is unrequited and from afar -- a handful of kisses, years apart, replayed over and over. Obsessing to the soundtrack of a specific song on infinite repeat through headphones that nobody else can hear. The kind of person who puts her life into a song instead of properly living it. The kind of person who won't get to know you at all, because she can't, because she's too scared. [10]

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