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dove-da-birb · 10 months

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Decided to try this out

I know this has probably been done before, but wanted to try this out. So I love RPG and D&D; so take this alignment test and a class test. Feel free to choose from the various clans that exist in D&D. And then do this picrew.

Neither of the tests, or the picrew, belong to me btw.

This can be you or an OC btw. I decided to do Fantasy nonsense me.

My results [below the cut]

Alignment

Chaotic good; A chaotic good character acts as their conscience directs them with little regard for what others expect of them. They make their own way, but they are kind and benevolent. They believe in goodness and right but have little use for laws and regulations. They hate it when people try to intimidate others and tell them what to do. They follow their own moral compass, which, although good, may not agree with that of society. Chaotic good is the best alignment you can be because it combines a good heart with a free spirit. However, chaotic good can be a dangerous alignment when it disrupts the order of society and punishes those who do well for themselves.

Class

Ranger; You are a ranger! Your skillset is a blend of naturalistic knowledge and personal survival skill. Rangers are at home in even the wildest and least hospitable of places, such as vast jungles or suffocating caverns. They are skilled hunters and nimble warriors, a base which they supplement with impressive tracking skills and a vast knowledge of their prey obtained through observation and experience. Some rangers bond with an animal and battle alongside it as a partner, while others practice complex combat maneuvers or place a focus on stealthy ambushes. Some even focus on harnessing the magical power of nature, much like druids. A ranger is a skilled and self-sufficient skirmisher who uses their mobility and skillset to fight effectively at any distance - especially against their favored prey.

Dove, a chaotic good ranger guiding others. Writes stories and knits in their free time. Has a mailing pigeon for messages and letters.

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#tag game #IT'S DND!!!! DND BEYOND!!!!#don't mind me being a nerd #ranger dove #i'd either grow my hair out long enough to put it up like in the picrew or chop it all off so it doesn't get in my face #funny enough i do know how to do archery; semi-good accuracy

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merklins · 1 month

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BEHOLD! THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

Various hlvrv characters as ponys (: A full list does indeed exist, BUT! These are the silly guys I've drawn for you today. Under the cut, as I! Have now gone into WAY more detail than I thought I would haha.

Player- A Pegasus, inspired by the European Turtle Dove and Komorner Tumbler Pigeon! (He is not pictured here BUT. I also have a Saxon Fairy Swallow assignment set aside for Power Trip) I'd probably give him more armor in the future for the HEV suit, BUT! Little leg guards is what he's got for now. And also a little band on one leg like you see on pigeons for tracking and scientific purposes. Because SCIENCE and BLACK MESA! And honestly I thought it'd just look cool for him to have the little lambda band on his leg after all's over with and he isn't carrying around an entire HEV suit anymore. The other front leg is where he would put anything else, like friendship bracelets or "hey hold onto this for a minute" or what have you.

Doc- A Pegasus, BUT BETTER! After an accident in the Green Department of the rainbow factory, he now glows... GREEN! Surprising! And also she has various bat pony traits Which she now uses her epic and cool inventions to help with. Like the robot arms! He's inspired by a Rufous hummingbird, mostly. Actual flight is finicky because of the hummingbird and bat pony wing combination, BUT! They can indeed hover and zip a little! As they deserve. (This drawing was done before I picked hummingbird specifcially, but now she's got much tinier wings like a hummingbird, that are feathery at the base but extend out into more bat-like wings!)

Loverboy- As Gordon B he would be an Earth Pony, BUT! There's this wonderful wonderful Generation 3 episode where- [I am sent to the abyss for referencing this single episode for the third time on blog] WHERE THE EARTH PONYS GET HUGE MAGIC GIANT BUTTERFLY WINGS THAT LOOK SO AWESOME AND COOL. Loverboy is that (:

(THE EPISODE IS CALLED TWO FOR THE SKY)

Sleepless- A Griffon! Violet-Backed Starling is the main inspiration, but I DID take a little bit from the White-Breasted Ground Dove as well. The other half that isn't a bird I used a Clouded Leopard because. cloud... fog... the purple stuff... it was a REACH, but it looks cool so I win either way. I didn't draw it in this one, but I imagine his regular sleeping mask is a little more like a cowl you'd see in Falconing. One of the masks that slide on and cover the entire upper face. Also I know Griffons are basically pony sized, but also I write the canon here and Sleepless gets to be taller than ponies by a large margin. Just for fun, a little treat for me.

Valentine- A Unicorn! But as opposed to other unicorns I have slotted in the hlvrv roster, they take a lot of inspiration from that classic unicorn look. You know the one, probably. A lot of MLP redesigns change the unicorns to look like it and its SO cool. But Spork and Valentine are the only ones I really did that with this time around, other then a couple guys who got the little unicorn beard. You also probably know the one. I think I stole their cutie mark from somewhere by mistake, so apologies for that, BUT!! In other news, Valentine and the Love Letters all very VERY specifically have the little heart-shaped hoof thing going on. For the Aesthetic, y'know?

CLOWN NEO FUNNY GUY CLOWN NEO!! Neo himself is an Earth Pony, BUT! In Nightmare Circus? He has all that cool dressage that carousel horses and circus ponies wear SUCH AS! One of those cool decorative head pieces that are meant to make them look like a unicorn. EXCEPT. Because this is a dream and you can do whatever you want, It ACTUALLY works as a functional magic horn and he can pull all KINDS of magic tricks and shenanigans with it!

AAAAAND PING FOR FRIEND WHO RAMBLED WITH ME FOR HOURS ON THE MATTER TO HELP ME ASSIGN THEM ALL! YES, ALL OF THEM! @bbeeohazardd

#m scribbles #hlvrv #hlvrv roster

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actualbird · 2 years

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can i just say that i adore the mechanics for vyn's 2nd bday event? like, playing thru vyn's right now feels very really nice and chill. i can leave them at the botanical gardens or the pony adopting place for 5 hours and i come back and theyre still having a nice time, they just needed a few hours to chill together and also for vyn to ramble about flowers or horses.

idk, on a gameplay level, it's very enjoyable for me cuz i dont have to keep track of as many plot points during a long-term slow-crawl of scenes, it's very friendly to players who are irl employed and busy as fuck and indeed do have to battle the Work Demon on a regular basis. and on a sappy level, to me, it feels rlly nice and calm and much like how Real Life dates play out: it's a lot of walking and looking around with sweet moments punctuating the whole.

love for 2nd bday event game mechanics aside, this was the hugest plot twist in tot thus far

peACE HAS BEEN MADE BETWEEN MC AND THE PIGEONS! I REPEAT, PEACE HAS BEEN MADE!!!!

#for how long this peace will last? only time will tell....#tears of themis #tot rosa

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morning-sun-brah · 4 months

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Hello! Sha sent me a link to Flight of the Dove over discord, and recommended Spare Change as well, and I’ve been GUSHING to her about how much I loved them and then because I’m weird instead of reading The Pigeons Perch like I meant to I saw you had an adult Mikey x OC fic and got excited so I read Silk next cause I NEVER see adult Mikey fics unless he’s dying in the apocalypse (and you’re so right btw about how he’s always infantilized and as a youngest sibling I GET IT which is so frustrating) and I FUCKING LOVE IT oh my god. It had me desperately trying to keep a straight face at work and then when I finished it at the end of my shift, giggling in my car, I saw you wrote that the second part would be out soon but then I saw the last date updated was in MAY and I about cried BUT!!! I consoled myself cause I know you’ve been writing your blessed cowboy au which I love oh so dearly and anyway this is me rambling to say thank you for your works so much I ADORE them and are you still planning to finish Silk after you wrap up the other projects that are taking up your brain space first? Cause I love all your works equally so any update makes me happy but Silk has a special place in my heart because ADULT MIKEY!! that ISNT dying in the apocalypse!!! and I LOVE HASSAN!!!!

FIRST OF ALL!!

Hello! 🥰

Thank you so much for saying such nice things to me???? Omg???? I never know how to accept compliments but please know I've thought about this all day and do a little dance about it.

Second! SILK! MIKEY! HASSAN!! I love them both so very much and they take up so much room in my heart and my head that it's surprising other things can squeeze their way in there (there's not a lot of room). Sha told me she yelled about them which tracks because she is their biggest cheerleader lol. If anyone loves them as much as I do it's her. And honestly, it makes sense because seeing her GF Mikey really inspired Silk.

Fun fact! I've been on a bit of a hiatus with ALL my work, because my brain fizzled out, BUT- the thing I've been working on with any sense of efficiency is SILK! I'm just over here plugging away, and it will probably be the thing I update next!

I hate that it's been a while since I've updated anything- but I'm feeling more motivated lately so fingers crossed!

Again, thank you so much. I'm so glad you've enjoyed my silly little fic's and getting asks like this is always so flattering. 🥰😘😘😘😘

#anon ask #ask #I AM!#SO FLATTERED!

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dragonkingz159 · 2 years

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Alright so Squid House AU. Rambling once again. This time about Luz and the events leading to her escaping the Octarain domes.

Like I said in previous ramblings Luz is an inventive octoling. She is a tinkerer and inventor, who doesn't really ask if she should invent something but rather does it anyway without thinking. A bit of an oddball, Luz never really made friends with her squadmates, in fact, quite the opposite, oftentimes being the but of most of the jokes, pranks, and hazing of her training squads before being transferred to a new squad where the cycle would continue. Eventually, Luz tested out of grunt training and into weapon designer or combat engineer training. Keep in mind this is the girl who, in canon, studies wild magic, glyph combos, and all nine magic tracks for fun all while building a portal to another realm in her spare time. Luz is smart.

She thrived academically, understanding the materials well enough, but still never really made any connections...mostly because she was obsessed with fiction books, comics, and what little fanfiction octarian society has and even wrote her own. She also questioned everything, even with hypno-goggles on, and everything got "worse" after the Calamari Inkantation. She was still loyal, but only because she had her mother who she loves dearly. She doesn't have to wear the goggles at home and they sing old octarian folk songs instead of listening to DJ Octavio. Camila even encourages her to invent things, as long as they're useful though.

So she invented things...but that didn't work either. Her teachers thought that her inventions were either weird or useless, at least according to them. Deployable miniature disco balls (regular disco balls not flash bangs), mechanical homing pigeons (filled with spiders), glue bombs filled with sea snakes (the snakes got stuck too). It was this last one she revealed at a weapons demo that got her in trouble.

It was probably really stifling for her and the hypno-goggles made it worse (Personally subscribing to the theory that the hypno-goggles were merely suggestive while the hypno-shades were complete brainwashing). So when they "suggested" Luz to be one of the first test subjects candidates for the new and improved hypno-shades? She panics. She's heard the rumors, seen people wearing them, unable to question orders and acting like an entirely different person, unable to take them off or even Want To. She wants to believe her mother, Camila, will protect her, but instead, she just sighs and Agrees.

In a daze, Luz tunes out the rest of the conversation as the program director explains the benefits of the new shades. She prepares herself. In her head she is half planning on running away, half wondering if this is maybe what she needs, that being under the shade's influence will "fix" her, make her "normal". But then Camilia suggests she throw away her Good Squid Azura book before getting on the transport. Her mother says goodbye, since she has to leave for work, leaving Luz alone at the end of the street, and as soon as Camila is out of sight, Luz breaks and runs. She grabs her book and nearly everything that could even remotely be useful out of the trash and begins her escape.

Course a 14-year-old octoling isn't going to get amazingly far by herself, less so in a blind desperate scramble to escape to literally anywhere else, and might have accidentally fallen into an octarian junkyard where she spends the next hour trying not to cry over her good Squid Azura book. Until a strange feathered creature steals it and her bag as she rummages through the junk looking for a way out of the hole she fell into. Cue chase, cue discovery of kettle exit, cue screaming because the sun is very very bright.

And the sight of a young octoling covering her eyes and hissing is what introduces Eda and King to Luz. Eda senses an opportunity, the kid can shift forms where she can't and King needs his crown back from the evidence locker in the Inkopolis precinct, plus the kid is an octoling which to Eda at this point means gullible. So the two strike a deal. Eda won't force Luz back through the kettle or gives her access to it so she can go back and all Luz has to do is help Eda break into the Inkopolis precinct. To which Luz agrees.

From there Luz using her octopus form sneaks into the precinct and opens it from the inside, letting Eda in. They find the paper Burger Crab (I mean might as well be a krusty krab reference) crown and Luz gets the "Us weirdos have to stick together" line. Cue fight with Warden Wrath, who is possibly a Crab or Lobster? Luz uses one of her inventions (the disco ball I'm thinking) and it causes such a ruckus with its flashing lights that it blinds Wrath and trips him by being underfoot, which buys them enough time to escape. Eda and Luz also let everyone inside out to cover their tracks.

Eda praises Luz and opens the kettle for her to use. Luz hesitates before deciding that she wants to stay on the surface. Wanting to learn everything she can (and maybe hear more praise) from the older woman. Eda agrees to house her for the time being and it snowballs from there.

So there's that! Luz's time in the domes and first adventure on the surface. Probably could have wrote that better but maybe later I'll actually write it out as a proper story. Anyway, let me know what you all think and what I should ramble about next.

#the squid house au #the owl house au #splatoon au #the owl house #splatoon #luz noceda #eda clawthorne #king clawthorne #octoling #inkling #maybe I should do the Titan trappers and Luz’s first salmon run #cause that episode would go pretty differently I imagine #king not being a Titan god and instead a really really big fish and all #kaiju are basically god Titans no?#course the whole point of that episode is that the titans are not gods just dead people #but hey whatever

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cwarscars · 1 year

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INTERESTING QUESTIONS FOR MUNS:

7. Would you say that your attitude changes when you get ‘into the zone’ of writing your muse? (ex: when you write for your muse do you begin to sort of talk like them? do you find yourself feeling grumpy after? etc)

(( hmmm, to get into the zone of writing - i usually need like, no distractions. i get really easily distracted by television, music, my dog, my partner. anything. i'm like a pigeon. so usually, to write - i have to have my partner doing something ( usually watching a movie haha ) & i either have to play a long ost track ( either the save theme from dino crisis or the reactor theme from ffvii - though sometimes i change it to something else for the theme of a thread ! )

when i actually write, my mood doesn't really tend to change. i can usually write a happy or sad thread in whatever mood i'm in - i don't really project too much on heid because it's way too difficult. ( when heid's mean to people, i feel bad ! )

sometimes, i do find certain themes leave me cringing a little. like, if heid says something insulting / aggressive. if he's alluding to torturing someone or IS torturing someone, then i'll come away thinking 'ooohh you bastard'. but i wouldn't change that.

when i do write threads, as silly as it sounds, i read out his dialogue in an imitation of his voice - i just try to imagine if it’d sound like him?

like, if i wrote “what’re you doing?” I’m not sure it’d work, so i’d change it to “what are you doing?” because heid doesn’t abbreviate things very much ( and im pretty sure he sounds even more formal in the japanese vers.)

this all reads as rambly as hell but yeah slknfslkf - ))

#(answered)#(ooc)#thanks for this! i blabbed a bit-! flu brain making me talk shit dslkngklds #(queue; open the door get on the floor everybody walk the dinosaur)

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pigeon-tracks · 3 months

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You have dated people before what is the best way to someone's heart? Asking for a friend

Left anterolateral thoracotomy

Median sternotomy maybe

#pigeon tracks rambles #answers

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newyorkthegoldenage · 2 years

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John Updike: First Day of Spring

On the afternoon of the first day of spring, when the gutters were still heaped high with Monday’s snow but the sky itself was swept clean, we put on our galoshes and walked up the sunny side of Fifth Avenue to Central Park. There we saw: Great black rocks emerging from the melting drifts, their craggy skins glistening like the backs of resurrected brontosaurs.

A pigeon on the half-frozen pond strutting to the edge of the ice

and looking a duck in the face.

A policeman getting his shoe wet testing the ice.

Three elderly relatives trying to coax a little boy to accompany his father on a sled ride down a short but steep slope. After much balking, the boy did, and, sure enough, the sled tipped over and the father got his collar full of snow. Everybody laughed except the boy, who sniffled.

Four boys in black leather jackets throwing snowballs at each other. (The snow was ideally soggy, and packed hard with one squeeze.)

Seven men without hats.

Twelve snowmen, none of them intact.

Two men listening to the radio in a car parked outside the Zoo;

Mel Allen was broadcasting the Yanks-Cardinals game from St. Petersburg.

A tahr (Hemitragus jemlaicus) pleasantly squinting in the sunlight.

An aoudad absently pawing the mud and chewing.

A yak with its back turned.

Empty cages labelled "Coati," "Orang-outang," "Ocelot."

A father saying to his little boy, who was annoyed almost to tears by the inactivity of the seals, "Father [Father Seal, we assumed] is very tired; he worked hard all day."

Most of the cafeterias out-of-doors tables occupied.

A pretty girl in black pants falling on them at the Wollman Memorial Rink.

"bill &. doris" carved on a tree, "rex & rita" written in the snow.

Two old men playing, and six supervising, a checkers game.

The Michael Friedsam Foundation Merry-Go-Round, nearly empty of children but overflowing with calliope music.

A man on a bench near the carrousel reading, through sunglasses, a book on economics.

Crews of shinglers repairing the roof of the Tavern-on-the-Green.

A woman dropping a camera she was trying to load, the film unrolling in the slush and exposing itself.

A little colored boy in aviator goggles rubbing his ears and saying, "He really hurt me." "No, he didn't," his nursemaid told him.

The green head of Giuseppe Mazzini staring across the white softball field, unblinking, though the sun was in its eyes.

Water murmuring down walks and rocks and steps. A grown man trying to block one rivulet with snow.

Things like brown sticks nosing through a plot of cleared soil.

A tire track in a piece of mud far removed from where any automobiles could be.

Footprints around a keep off sign.

Two pigeons feeding each other.

Two showgirls, whose faces had not yet thawed the frost of their makeup, treading indignantly through the slush.

A plump old man saying "Chick, chick" and feeding peanuts to squirrels.

Many solitary men throwing snowballs at tree trunks.

Many birds calling to each other about how little the Ramble has changed.

One red mitten lying lost under a poplar tree.

An airplane, very bright and distant, slowly moving through the branches of a sycamore.

—John Updike, Central Park, 1956

Photo: Spring in Central Park, 1956. Frank Paulin via Artsy

#New York #NYC #vintage New York #John Updike #Frank Paulin #1950s #spring #Central Park #urban life #winter into spring #park #first day of spring

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dustofbrokenheart · 3 years

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The Lost Boys: Stress Baking

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Dwayne x Reader

Word Count: 955

Summary: Reader is having a stressful day and Dwayne does his best to support them.

On Thursdays, Dwayne came over to your place. He always fed before heading over so that he wouldn’t have to leave until dawn, in the even that you wanted to stay in for the night.

Parking his bike, he prowled around to the back so that he could climb up and through your bedroom window. It was definitely more fun than using the front door and your attempts to yell at him made him chuckle. Sure, you scolded him every time, but you also never locked the window so it couldn’t have been that big of a deal.

He swatted the curtain away and the scent of cleaner was immediately all he could smell. That was curious. You didn’t do deep cleans too often.

Toeing off his Converse, he lined them up by your closet—unlike with the window, tracking shoes through the carpet actually made you upset.

Out in the hall, the smell was even more noticeable and there was an added aroma. Under ordinary circumstances it would’ve been enticing, but when mixed with disinfectant chemicals, it was just too much for his sensitive olfactory senses. He had only had the misfortune of smelling this one another time and he braced himself for what he might find.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, his suspicions were confirmed.

The linoleum floor was grime-free and the dish strainer was emptied of dishes. The stovetop sparkled like crystal, same as the microwave door. The anomaly was the center island where you were throwing a bunch of ingredients together in a bowl.

“Love,” Dwayne called softly. “What are you doing?”

“Dwayne! I’m just putting this together. Come over here, sit next to me.”

You were forearm deep into a large bowl kneading something, what he wasn’t sure yet. Ingredients and measuring cups scattered around the counter. Flour trails streaked across your cheek and when you went to rub it off, it only served to spread it around even more.

He inspected your hand and found dough underneath your nails. “You’ve been busy.”

Raising a piece to his mouth, you smacked him before he could eat it. He was such a weirdo sometimes...who ate raw food willingly?

Determinedly kneading the dough, you hummed in affirmation. “I started off cleaning and when there was nothing left to clean, I decided I should bake something. I just started this batch so it may be a while until it’s ready—”

Cutting you off, he draped himself across your back. There was no value in letting you continue to ramble; he had already figured out that you were having a bad day.

Whenever you became overwhelmed with stress, you always resorted to obsessive cleaning followed by a baking marathon. Knowing that you were upset sent Dwayne’s protective instincts into overdrive.

Not bothering to be subtle about it, he wound his arms around yours, trapping them so you were forced to stop mixing in the bowl.

You put up a fight, trying to twist your way out so you could continue but it was useless. The more you fought, the tighter he gripped. Not tight enough to hurt you but enough to keep you immobile. You weren’t going anywhere unless the vampire allowed it.

Nuzzling into your neck, he pressed a light kiss just under your ear. “Tell me what’s wrong, Y/N.”

The kiss combined with his soft voice was all it took to make you crack. Your shoulders sagged and your knees wobbled as you sniffed back tears before they could fall.

Dwayne accepted your full weight and dragged you down to the floor with him, bowl and all. He leaned against the cupboards, his legs propped up so that you were cradled by his body. Not wanting to rush you, he waited patiently for you speak.

When you were ready, you told him all about your terrible day. “I have that big project—the one I told you about—but I’m the only one in the group putting any effort into it and it’s due this week.

Then there was a situation with my car and when I took it in, they said it was going to cost a lot of money to fix it. Money I don’t have which means I need to pick up more hours. I don’t know how I’m going to juggle that, but its either come up with the money or not having a car at all.”

You nose was running and you paused to wipe it with the edge of your sleeve. “When I called the parents, they weren’t as understanding as I hoped. I melted down and here we are at my second batch of the night.”

Dwayne listened to your tirade without interrupting, comforting you with his steady presence and caring touches. After a moment, he grabbed your hands in his and both of you began to knead together, his fingers guiding yours.

At first, you blushed, unsure of what his intentions were but settled down when it clear that he only wanted to help you. The added weight helped to ground you. It was nice because you were able to enjoy the sensation of squeezing, your worries temporarily floating away.

“Well. There’s nothing wrong with cleaning.” There was a stubborn part of the mix that required extra attention. “And I love eating whatever you make, but you can talk things out with me, too. Always.”

“I know, I know. It’s just…today was tough.”

“I can talk to you about my night so far, if you want.”

You turned towards him and lightly bumped your head against him. “I’d like that.”

He hummed and you felt the vibration through your back. “Well, you aren’t the only one having bad luck. Laddie had a bad run in with the pigeons…”

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Whew, it’s been a minute since I have time to write. This one was short but I wanted to get it posted. Hope everyone is doing well! 😊

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys dwayne #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys imagines

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in-my-feels-probably · 3 years

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INEFFABLE - Kaz Brekker

Chapter One - Now

If you would like to read this on Wattpad, it’s on there as well, my @ is in_my_feels_probably and there’s a few visuals and better descriptions and stuff on there. otherwise, enjoy, let me know what you think, and you can check out my masterlist for updates and more.

don’t forget to read the prologue, it’s important to the story!

INEFFABLE – Kaz Brekker

ineffable (adj.) too great to be expressed in words, utterly indescribable; too sacred to speak of.

Chapter One - Now

Elham gazed up from her book, sitting at the bar, to the sound of a gunshot at one of the card tables. Sighing, she got up from her seat, sliding her book to Rotty to take back to her room. And to think she was finally going to get a quiet night in the Slat, the previous night being not so quiet.

She began making her way over to the table, where Jesper was sitting leaning back, a knowing smirk on his face, his pistol smoking in its holster. Before she could reach the table, the familiar sound of a cane clicking on the ground was getting closer and closer to her. A light grin on her face, she slowed her pace, allowing Kaz to catch up, nod in her direction, and pass her.

“No loud noises at the table, Jesper. You’ll scare off the pigeons.”

Elham barely paid attention to the two boys' conversation, instead pocketing the counterfeit Zemeni coin left on the table, as well as a few Ravkan bills. Kaz was well aware she had slipped the money in her pocket, but he chose not to say anything, watching Jesper make his way to guard the door. She had been a big help in the previous night's heist, and arguing with her wasn’t worth the slew of sarcastic comments she would send his way. If there was a next time, he’d reprimand her. At least that’s how he justified it to himself. Elham knew his threats were hollow, to her they always were.

Elham trailed behind Kaz as Rotty had returned to talk to him about a missing Dekappel painting. He rambled on about how hard it must have been to steal it from the merchant, how advanced the security system was, locked down to the nines, complete with a Fabrikator made lock. She smirked to herself, eyes pointed towards the floor, trying not to laugh.

Kaz tapped the back of her leg with his cane, signaling her to go before she made Rotty suspicious, and she turned making her way up the stairs to Kaz’s office. She went straight for her chair, the one spot in the room she felt comfortable being in. This was Kaz’s space, and despite the two growing close over the years, and her constantly in his office or room, she still felt the need to confide herself to the space he had given her.

He had put that chair in by the window after he noticed how uncomfortable she looked on the window ledge when she came into his office to read, or chat about a heist. And plus, the window’s ledge was Inej’s spot, occupied by her as she came and went, feeding the crows and returning to the rooftops. Elham made herself comfortable in the chair, glancing around the room, eyes landing on the Dekappel hung on the wall.

Lifting the painting hadn’t been the easiest job. She wasn’t sure why Kaz had even decided to steal it in the first place. Nobody knew it was them who had taken it. Perhaps he did it for his own satisfaction, to prove he couldn’t be bested by some “advanced” security system. Or secretly, he had a taste for the finer things in life, and was too embarrassed to be caught shopping for a piece of art himself, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to ask Elham to get something for him. He’d never hear the end of it.

She’d like to think his reason was the latter.

Elham grinned to herself, reaching to pick up one of the books scattered across Kaz’s desk, when he walked into the room, latching the door behind him. He said nothing, only slightly scoffing at her position, curled up in the chair by the window in what looked like the most uncomfortable way she could possibly be. He could feel his own leg aching at the idea of contorting it the way she currently had hers, but she only smirked up at him, like this was the most comfortable she had been all day.

Sometimes, he thought to himself that everything Elham did was to spite him, or to try and get some sort of visible reaction. As the years passed by, his mask became harder and harder to read, and she made multiple attempts to slip through the cracks and see what was underneath. Unfortunately, this attempt was futile, and he made his way through the archway into his room, heading for the bathroom sink.

Elham, who had been shuffling her feet waiting for Kaz to finish, stood as she felt a draft hit her. She slowly made her way around the corner, only to meet his eyes already looking at her in the mirror, and then glancing towards the open window behind him. He faced forward again as he watched Elham’s lips turn up into a smile as she looked at the window.

“Hello, Inej. What information do you have for me?”

“A lead on a job. A big one. Enough money to change lives.”

Elham smirked to herself as she gave Inej a quick hug. “I don’t think it’ll take much to change someone’s life in the Barrel. I mean, look at us.”

“A million kruge?” Inej asked, smirking. Elham whipped her head towards her at that, then turned to meet Kaz’s eyes in the mirror. He gave her a nod, and she took that as her que to leave.

As the unofficial mother of the group, it was her job to round up the Crows and inform the Dregs, to make sure they were ready for a heist. Mostly, her job was to round up Jesper, make sure he didn’t do anything stupid. Jesper, of course, was at one of the gambling tables, leaned back in his chair, staring intently at his cards.

“Jesper!” He looked up from his hand and glanced around the room till his eyes fell on her. She motioned for him to follow, and he met her by the staircase leading to Kaz’s office. “We have a job. I don’t know the details yet, but just be prepared for me to come find you or Kaz to give you an order. Oh and Jesper, love, pick another game. How many hands am I gonna have to watch you play before you run out of bills? Really, it’s getting hard to watch at this point.”

She quickly took off back up the stairs before his swat could meet her arm, only to nearly run into Inej on the way up.

“Inej? What’s wrong?” Elham asked, catching Inej’s hand and giving it a squeeze.

“He infuriates me sometimes. I honestly don’t know how you deal with him.” She gave Elham a light smile before continuing down the stairs, heading in Jesper’s direction. Elham climbed the stairs once more and made her way back into Kaz’s office.

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“You’re serious? The Fold? You know how to get across the Fold?” She gave Kaz an exasperated look. In all her years of knowing him, this might have been the most idiotic idea he’s had yet. But, with a million kruge on the table, she knew there was nothing stopping him.

“No, I don't know how to get across. But I may know a few people who do. Come on, go and find Jesper, tell him the plan. We’re meeting with Dreesen at midnight. I’ll meet you all in the alley in half an hour.”

She nodded, turning to head towards the door. “Kaz...does Pekka know about this job?”

His eyes darkened at the mention of the name, his grip on his cane’s head becoming tighter. He shook his head with uncertainty, face set with a hardened look. Elham nodded, jaw clenching at the thought. Dealing with Pekka Rollins certainly wasn’t on her to do list, and in all honesty, she was hoping to never meet the man.

Throughout the years, Kaz had told her bits and pieces about what Pekka had done to him, and she had learned for herself what kind of a monster he and his men could be. His Dime Lion’s were the reason she started killing in the first place. Pekka Rollins could count his days. With Dirtyhands and the Valkyrie after him, he was certainly doomed.

Seeing her eyes drift, her thoughts cloud, he sighed, tapping her ankle with the end of his cane, and her eyes met his. “Go on, Valkyrie. And think about losing the murderous look on your face before you scare the pigeons.” His tone was laced with sarcasm, a tactic she normally used on him.

“I’ll think about it.”

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A few hours later, the Crows had interrogated the slew of people Kaz and Jesper knew that claimed they knew a way across the Fold. Of course, none of them had a safe way, and Elham began pondering if the million kruge was worth the imminent death. They were back in the Crow Club, sitting in a booth. Inej was twirling her knife, Elham was sharpening her sword, and Kaz was glancing around with his usual look of annoyance. Jesper finally broke the silence.

“Here’s what I don’t get.”

“We’re going to be here all night.” Inej commented. Elham let out a laugh at that, patting Jesper on the shoulder.

“Rude.”

“I’m going to have to get a drink for this conversation. Anyone want one?” Elham asked, heading for the bar. She returned to the table with shots in hand, to hear Jesper mention General Kirigan. She stopped in her tracks, setting the drinks on the table, before taking a step back.

“Are you alright, El?” Jesper asked, but she didn’t hear. Her mind raced back to her days at the Little Palace, to the warnings from Baghra about the General. Her thoughts continued tangling together, and she was unaware of Jesper and Inej’s attempts to get her attention.

“Elham.”

She glanced up at the voice. Kaz’s voice. Elham cleared her throat.

“Sorry, I’m fine. Just got sidetracked. Sorry to miss what I’m sure were your very intelligent remarks, Jesper.” She quickly changed the subject, missing how Kaz’s eyes lingered on her. She slid back into the booth, throwing back a shot. They continued their conversation, Elham quieter than before. Kaz didn’t miss that either.

“Well, as I was saying. This whole job sounds like a trap, anyways.” Jesper said, before sipping one of the drinks Elham had brought over.

“A trap would sound easy. This is something else.” Kaz remarked.

“Boss, boss. We intercepted a note from Dreesen. It’s from the Orchid. Say’s they require the services of a Heartrender. Tonight. Doesn’t say why, just that they need it before midnight.” One of the Dregs who had come running over explained.

Elham smirked. “Oh we are absolutely not letting this job go.”

“You don’t bring in a Heartrender unless you need an answer out of someone who isn’t willing to talk. That’s how we get this job before anyone else. Bring Dreeson a Heartrender.”

“Boss, just one problem. Pekka Rollins knows.”

Kaz glanced at Elham, who only looked more determined. Elham downed another shot, before standing up.

“Well. I’m feeling particularly vengeful tonight. Let’s go get a Heartrender.”

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A/N - hi everyone, sorry it took so long to get this chapter out. i've been busy and didn't have much motivation to write, but I'm ready to go again. let me know what you think so far, and thank you for the support!

#wattpad #in my feels probably #ineffable #kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #six of crows #six of crows imagine #shadow and bone #oc #series #chapterone #grishaverse

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skunkes · 2 years

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if you dont mind sharing.. how do you manage to fill up your journal entries even when nothing is going on

so it definitely helps that i write in an a6 diary, which is like. a bit smaller than my hand. ive also mentioned before that there's stuff i like to "track". like i have to write my lunch and dinner every day is a Firm Rule but i also lightly tracked that i was rewatching scrubs without ever finally being like "ok i finished rewatching!" bc it was just to fill space + also give future cheye an idea of what i was doing at the time. thats kind of how i approach it! i consider stuff that might give future me insight on how things were, or just expand on things that could have easily just been a one sentence bullet point.

(examples under cut)

so even if i dont do anything (most days) there's room to sort of run with without delving too much into "im writing 10 pages about my #feelings" territory. I only wrote 3/4s of a page yesterday bc nothing happened, so half of that was talking about how my sister helped my dad set up a new phone, how im on my final soylent (after id been craving em so much), + how im almost done with comms and excited to finish them.

those are still boring things to everyone including me! but i almost filled the page!

yesterday not much happened, and i used the "free space" after detailing my day to talk about how me and my sisters are planning on going out of town in a week and some things im excited for, as well as how I had a burst of inspiration to look for apartments in my desired city + got bummed out over it.

the day before that half of my entry was about how i ordered some socks but the order was wrong + how i resolved it, as well as how i tried to give cookie my old socks as a toy but she hated em.

another time half my entry was how id been watching pet pigeon videos all day, but how i dont think i could ever keep one and why

stuff like that! you pick something and expand on it or hold onto a train of thought + follow it. I very much could have just not included the order mix up or the bit about cookie. i could have left me and my sister's planning as "talked about trip with sisters." + not expanded on it. + thats actually how id journal before, just plain bullet points! but its fun to do pointless super mini rambles.

nothing of note happened today but im still going to talk about how cookie was in my room for an hour, why thats important to me, and muse about how i feel about things happening tomorrow or a week from now etc

#smunk diary #long post -#anonymous #skunk mail #or like when i ordered some slime i very well could have spent a few sentences talking about being excited for it and why!#i guess thats the formula. like pretend you are talking to another person. 'my dog was in my room for an hour today' why #is that important? 'because she usually doesnt stay in my room. she napped on me for an hour while i took pics of her' ohh ok!

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miserabull · 3 years

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A very long meta-analysis on P2 Bad Grief

So, I've gone over every dialogue with this guy a few times, and there is some stuff I've never seen addressed before. This is a mix of analyzing and theory that have been in my head for a while, and I’d love to know if it all also makes sense to other people

The thing about Classic and P2 Grief, is that they are very different characters playing the same role. Who is Bad Grief? A thief, a kingpin of the town's criminal underbelly, and a smuggler working for Big Vlad. In P1, he's also a dangerous murderer who kills people for fun, but denies it, even claims that he kicks people out of his gang for daring to take up knives. Dude lies a lot. In fact, he maintains the lie up until the last route, the Changeling's, and then tries that on her too but ends up confessing. This is my very wordy way of saying that while I kinda agree with people who are like "he's not a violent murderer like P1 Grief", P1 Grief also claimed to not be one up to the last minute. I don't think they are making him a sadistic killer this time, yeah, but I'm pretty sure he's a liar, and that there's a darker secret. The game implies Grief keeps his cards close to his chest and there is more to him several times, like here, when you talk with Lara's reflection

Lara's Reflection: You see, she puts her stock in deeds and not in words. So Stakh was always close to her; for he would hear his heart, and act. A trait you share, Burakh.

Haruspex: And the most taciturn of us all, Bad Grief.

Lara's Reflection: He speaks so much yet does so much more.

or when Artemy confronts him at Aspity's Hospice:

Bad Grief: You heard about Rubin? Know why the Kin wants him dead? He's walkin' around all downcast, doesn't sleep. Says not to ask. Says it's safer like that. What's he done, I wonder? I wanted to ask Sahba, but maybe you know?

Haruspex: You're lying. That's not what you wanted to ask. I can tell.

Bad Grief: If I did lie, I wouldn't tell you the truth now anyway, would I? So back off.

I'm not gonna go over the blowing-the-train tracks quest now, though I have some thoughts on it/what I think might be his plan there. For now it suffices to say that that whole thing is very odd, that his plan doesn't make sense(yeah, blowing up the tracks is a bad idea for his business. kinda meaningless though if the alternative is being hanged). That is to say, I'm pretty sure there's a hidden agenda there that we're probably only finding out in Changeling route.

So, what I mean is, if you think P2 Grief is harmless, or just a clown, or became a gang leader by accident, then, well. I think honey, you got a big storm comin'

A few more notes on Grief's character, and what I think of what we got so far:

-I believe the reflection(I have some thoughts about the nature of those too, actually lmao) is telling the truth, mostly. He is terrified, he doesn't want Artemy to think badly of him, he never wanted violence. P2 Grief is younger, more sympathetic, and very obviously more scared than his P1 counterpart. I don't think he's out there killing for fun. Still, I think he has a lot of blood on his hands anyway.

-I think his loyalty to his friends is sincere. He's kind of really big on companionship and loyalty, which fits, as a gang member. I really think that he wants to belong, to a gang, to a friend group, somewhere. Artemy mentions he's "always been weird" a couple of times, or stuff like "I knew you'd end up like this." and that thing with Lara's reflection... I think Grief was always a little bit on the margins, even in his own friend group, and that's why he made a place for himself as the leader of the misfits, of the people who don't fit what the town considers to be good society. I gotta get on with this because this is gonna be long enough without me rambling about every single thought and feeling I have about this bastard though

-He doesn't give away Stakh's hideout accidentally because he's goofy and dumb. He mentions more or less where it is like, three times. I think it's obvious that he's practically asking Artemy to go check on him, but he doesn't want to be a snitch, so he plays the fool like "Oooh no I gave you a hint, I sure hope you don't go looking for him now, don't ask me because I’d never tell!!". He's playing the clown, he's not that stupid

Okay, now we're getting to the heart of things. In P1, along with the reveal that he's actually a violent murderer who played another violent murderer(Barley) into taking the fall for his crimes, we get something else: he's working under the patronage and protection of Vlad Olgimsky. In P2, they put a lot more emphasis on that, Grief will tell you about it in the first AND second conversation you have. There is even a certain imagery associated with it... actually, allow me a quick digression here, I wanna go over some motifs around Grief.

Grief is pretty into clockwork and gears, going by his choice of decoration for his Lair. The town itself is compared to a machine several times, by himself, by Big Vlad, and regarding how the Kains view it. I risk to say that the way Grief sees it is rather different from the Kains, at least at first. For him it seems to be more of a blunt factory machine, while to the Kains...it means something else, more complex. Grief seems to have glimpsed what that is inside the Cathedral, near the end. That reminds me of something else, in the Diurnal End when Grief talks about how he used to be a clocksmith before, and now he's going to be "another kind of clocksmith", I don't think he's necessarily being literal in either case. Curiously, there's also a Clocksmith inside the Cathedral in Marble Nest...but I'm going off topic again

Bad Grief: Not a keeper of stores, but stories. This town, this great machine, the gears don't turn on their own, no, not till they're slick with secrets.

But so, webs and puppets. We return to Vlad Olgimsky(old), who uses the metaphor of his “web”. There's also an important character in Grief's journey that is strongly associated with (spider)webs and strings, and that's Aglaya. The most notable time Grief himself refers to it though, I think, it's in the Theatre of Death, if you let him die:

“My path was not called 'The Spider'. No, think wider. It was 'The Silkworm'! The end of a railroad, I pulled strings firm; unaware someone more cunning pulled mine upstairs.”

So about that. He’s referring to the PTB right? Probably, but not only. A theme in Patho is like...these layers of manipulation. I’m gonna pass the mic to P1 Clara and Saburov for a second:

Alexander Saburov: Begin with the Olgimskys. That is the most important sin for me, and the least for him, for it is not his fault. So did Olgimsky protect his illicit trade? Did he benefit from it?

Changeling: He didn't just benefit; he presided over it. Grief was his stooge.

Alexander Saburov: Now then, we shall skip the issue of the barber gang, since it's clear now who their true mastermind was... thanks to your courage, my brave girl.

Changeling: Don't skip it just yet. Barley was as much of a puppet in Grief's hands as Grief himself was for Olgimsky. Everyone has their toys.”

Grief is a puppet in Vlad’s hands both in P1 and P2, as there he says he’s Vlads “eyes and ears” in the warehouses. In the Cathedral, he seems to more or less realize the extent of it, and how it goes against what he always wanted in the first place: to not be trapped by anything.

Bad Grief: I used to be a thief, yet they made me a storekeeper. And what a perfect fit I made! I got my Warehouse kingdom, and with it, the insides of the Town's great machine. I kept Vlad's riches while havin' all I could dream of. Can't imagine a sweeter life.

Funnily enough, by that time he’s trapped in someone else’s web: Aglaya’s. That seems to be his thing, he thought he was in control and playing everyone, knowing all the secrets and pulling strings. In the end, he’s a Silkworm in the web of bigger fish. I mean, spiders.

Bad Grief: ...Yet they, too, are controlled by someone. Insane to think what kind of teeth you need for that.

But okay. Back to the start, I believe Grief has a lot of blood in his hands even before shit breaks loose. The things he seems to be most afraid of are also… interesting. This ties to his connection to Big Vlad, and the Kin.

Grief’s role in the payroll seems to be as a stool pigeon. He knows where everyone goes, what people are talking about, what they don’t want to become public. And he responds to Big Vlad. What I think is, hm, you know, even after Victoria passed it seems like the Kin and the Bull Enterprise never really defied Olgimsky, or had a leader in any way. Grief, too, seems to enjoy a pretty comfortable life for a gang leader. As an important piece to Vlad, he really doesn’t have that much to fear, since the guy “owns everything” and is very explicit to Artemy about how he can destroy anyone who doesn’t obey him. And probably has done that before. My guess is, Grief kept the machine working right by tattling, so no leadership or enemy to Vlad’s Enterprise could rise. I’d speculate that Vlad possibly paid the favor not only financially, but by maintaining Grief in that position. Basically, I think with Grief’s info, Vlad could eliminate any potential problem. That would mean that maybe without even having to shed blood himself there might be a lot of deaths Grief is responsible for, not to speak of the maintenance of that horrible system in the town. I think the route they are going for here is that Grief is a class traitor.

Why do I say that? Well, first let’s look at Grief’s relationship with the Kin: he’s remarkably close to them for a townie. Geographically, obviously, and also in the sense of living on the margins of society, but he also shares many of their superstitions, and seems to hold Aspity’s opinion in high regard(even calls her Sahba). I find it easy to believe that many of his men are part of the community as well, due to not being welcome in the town. At that time we see him in the Hospice though, and talking with the Kin people there, it’s pretty clear that they are planning some sort of uprising. That it’s imminent. Grief seems to know it. Seems to be absolutely terrified of that too, and to feel betrayed by Vlad.

Bad Grief: It's too late for me, Cub. I've only got one road ahead of me now. Perhaps the outbreak is for the best... Plagues are like fires, people forget old scores. And all hell will break loose here soon.

Haruspex: Any dark prophecies to share? You're the criminal mastermind here, after all.

Bad Grief: No need to prophesize. People fear hunger. Even honest workers will turn their hatchets and hammers to crime. Burglin' houses, lootin' corpses, guttin' each other. They will. Oh, they will.

Haruspex: Not all of them, Grief. Not all.

Bad Grief: The turf's so dry, you don't even need a match-a glare would start a fire. And when the Kin bares its teeth, that's when we'll all dance! They're slow on the start, but oh so fast on the draw! The Master likes them mute and obedient, but apathy makes them that way, not stupidity. They're only obedient till the time comes. And here it comes.

And the people who lose their jobs? They won't be too fond of staying home. They'll find new hobbies, like looking for food, or venting their anger. ...And Fat Vlad shut his facilities down the day before yesterday, didn't he? Crafty... Didn't whisper so much as a single word to me. Do you think he knew?

At the same time he seems to think that he deserves this, and it’s inevitable. “We reap what we sow”, paraphrasing him. He talks a few times about how there’s a vile beast inside each person in the town, about how they are all wretched and everything, including him, which I think might just be a way of coping like “yeah, I sold out, but anyone would do the same if they were in my place”.

So, yeah. What I think is that Grief was a guy that had no power and money, with absolutely no perspective, who due to his very particular skills had an opportunity to climb up and took it(all while still getting to pretend he’s an outlaw, free from the chains of society!). And it’s...very bad. And he knows it’s very bad, and he’s not evil or sadistic, but he’s immature, cowardly, and desperately wants to be in control of his own destiny, and to not be alone, and all that. He’s still Artemy’s childhood buddy, a loyal friend, and someone who never really wanted to cause that much damage. He also knows that what he did is unjustifiable, and that no matter what he truly feels, the damage is done and he’s guilty of horrible shit.

#pathologic #pathologic 2 #bad grief #pathologic meta #I forgot to talk about the shotgun. but oh well #full of spoilers both P1 and P2

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 4 years

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Lost boys (poly or separate up to youuu ) with a feral trash germlin of a s/o that’s it that’s the ask !❤️

I cannot relate to being a trash goblin, but I respect the trash goblins of tumblr. Here you go :)

Poly!Lost Boys x Feral Trash Gremlin!S/O

When the boys saw you for the first time, they immediately were like ‘yes, that one’. The boys are pretty feral themselves and they’re always looking for like-minded creatures. They didn’t think you could be worse

You and Marko get into the craziest hijinks together. The other three will watch the two of you share a glance, and they all immediately Know™ that you two just had the exact same thought. Cue the three of them running after you as you make a mad dash to do whatever crazy thing the both of you just decided to do (whether to join you or stop you depends on the boy).

You’re gonna give Dwayne gray hairs. He loves you, he really does. But if he hears you going on a rant about how “Fungi are technically gods” one more time he’s gonna walk into sunlight. He’s the exasperated Mom Friend that watches you and the Blonde Dumbass Duo nearly get yourselves killed or exposed

Paul likes to do dumb shit with you, but he loves to watch you go completely feral. He’ll be high off his ass literally laughing so hard he thinks he’s gonna pee himself as he watches you do the dumbest/craziest shit just to fuck with people. When you bought an icecream cone just to grab it by the icecream, he fell to the ground he was laughing so hard.

Literal tears coming out of his eyes as you went up to Dwayne holding the icecream part of the cone. Dwayne just stares at you and says, “Why are you like this?”

David likes to watch the chaos, but he usually doesn’t partake. He’ll shout encouragement from the sidelines and he’s ready to pull the plug before it gets too crazy. One time, you and Marko decided that you could totally climb a lamp-post completely by yourself. When you actually succeeded in getting three-fourths of the way up there, David had to help drag you down

One time you were given a knife. It was a switchblade and even Marko decided that would be a bad idea. (David: Lemme see what you have! You: A KNIFE David: NO Dwayne: Oh my god, why do they have a knife)

Your normal personality is Paul when he’s high. The two of you will sit on the couch and you’ll just go, “Raccoons have a hard life. Their eyeliner always smudged, and they have hands without the knowledge of how to do a thumbs up.” And Paul will nod and say, “Dang.” While Dwayne just shakes his head and says, “Please stop talking.”

You actually choose to ride with Paul

One time you said something and David’s response was “I beg to differ-” And before he could argue you looked him dead in the eyes and said, “Then, beg.” It stopped him dead in his tracks and both of you stared at eachother for a solid minute while the other three lost their shit. David got up, left the room, and didn’t talk to you for a week after that

You collect rocks and you give them to the boy that you think it vibes best with. The boys genuinely accept this as a romantic gift, and they all have their own small piles in the cave. Dwayne genuinely got mad when he thought Paul had stolen one of his rocks

You and Marko steal things for eachother and call it a date :) The boys see both of you running towards the bikes with a giant teddy bear in your arms and at first they think he just won you a stuffed animal, but then they see Big Ed chasing you

You had a crisis when the boys told you that they were vampires, but not because they killed people. Because your life motto had been “Death is inevitable” and turns out that it isn’t

But being a vampire really vibes with your chaotic energy so you were pretty easy to convince to turn. Now you can do dumbass shit without worrying about dying, which somehow makes you even more chaotic

Dwayne watches you as you jam a straw into a Spaghetti O’s can and drink it like it’s a soda and he sighs for a solid minute. He walks up to David after ripping off a chair-leg and holds it to his chest while he tells David to stake him. David refuses only because he doesn’t want to be alone and even more outnumbered by you and the Blonde Dumbass Duo

You help Marko take care of his pigeons and they all land on your arms. Marko and Paul are sobbing and rambling about how you’ve been “anointed” and Dwayne and David genuinely consider a suicide pact. You find an opossum in the cave and now you and Marko have an even bigger Trash Family

David really wants to find a sixth member of the coven just so he and Dwayne will at least have an even chance against the three of you

#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys imagines #the lost boys x reader

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