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lottiebagleywritesobx · 3 years

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Love Language

At the time they'd made it the language had felt like no one would ever be able to understand it.

They were only 9 and JJ had been granted permission to stay at her house, her parents used to be around a lot, although they weren't anymore, and they'd always welcomed her blonde best friend leading to his near constant presence at their home.

It was late for two kids, maybe 10 pm, and they'd been wrapped in blankets in her box sized room that felt so much bigger when they were young.

They always got each other in a way no one else understood for reasons way more complex than a secret language they would use to write each other messages, but at 9, all they needed to know was that the language was another thing that tied them together.

It was simple: to spell a word you combine the first letters of the other words.

So to write Hello you would write Hungry Elephants Love Lollipops Okay

It had stuck a lot at first, they used it everyday and it drove Pope and John B insane, but as they got older it died out.

It was used a few times at 12 when they had an annoying teacher who made students read notes out if they were caught passing them, to everyone else it sounded like gibberish.

It was used once at 15, the world help spelled out when an older Kook boy wouldn't leave her alone and she knew he was reading her phone screen over her shoulder, not wanting to trigger him.

Now, at 17, she had laughed out loud when she'd unfolded the note tucked into her locker.

In JJ's scrawl that only she could read with ease.

Ukraine

Rollercoaster

Penguin Ranch Eyelash Tractor Tangerine Yoghurt

You are pretty. She blushed a little, looking around for any sign of the familiar blonde boy but he was nowhere to be seen, she tucked the note into her bag, hating the way he made her heart race, before shoving the books she didn't need over the weekend into her locker and walking down the corridor and out of the front doors.

When she arrived at the twinkie her friends were already there "Took your time," John B smirks from his open window, occupying the front seat

"She was probably busy flirting with Mack," Sarah teases from the passenger side

"For the last time Sarah, he just needed tutoring in bio,"

"You are shit at bio," Sarah smirks even wider

"Better than you sweetheart," The girl grins, climbing into the back and diving out of Sarah's reach as she moves to try and flick her. Both girls laughing loudly

"I'll get the door then," Pope chides

"Thanks P, i can't get too close or Sarah will attack me," She grins, Pope rolls his eyes but sends her a grin as he leans forwards to pull the door to the twinkie closed.

She moves through the seats to her usual space, she always sat next to JJ, no matter what. They could be drinking at the chateau, relaxing at the beach, adventuring on the boat. No matter what they were next to each other. It wasn't uncommon when one of them was feeling tired, or clingy, or touch starved for her to end up in his lap, his arms wrapped around her stomach and his chin on her shoulder.

She leans up pressing a quick kiss to his cheek, it wasn't uncommon in their friendship, often used as a greeting, a thanks or even just out of the blue, and so the other's don't think anything of it even though JJ feels himself melting into a puddle. What is a little different though is the way she grabs his hand giving it a tight squeeze before pulling her own away and settling down in her seat as John B starts up the van. He knows what it is. It's a silent thanks for the note, not wanting to say anything in front of their friends but it was a sign she got it and she was grateful for it.

He wraps his arm around her shoulder, his touch gentle but Pope gives him a knowing look, the touch is supposed to claim her. She either doesn't notice or doesn't seem to mind though, instead leaning into his now open side as she chats happily with Kie.

It's monday morning and JJ is in first period history. He fucking hates history, yet, it had become his favourite subject simply because it was the only one all 6 pogues shared. He opens his school bag with sigh, placing the textbook on his desk and starting to fish around the bottom of the bag for a loose pen.

Pope turns around from the seat in front of him, placing a pen on his desk with a knowing smile. JJ drops his bag to the floor, opening the text book only for a note to fall out.

Her neat writing fills the page and the smile on his face is immediate.

Umbrella

Rocket

Happy Ant Neck Drop Surf Olive Mars Egg

JJ tries to ignore the feeling of a red hot blush creeping up his neck as he turns to look at the next desk along, she's already looking at him with a smirk shooting him a week before turning to face the front, god if JJ can't feel himself falling.

It continues for weeks.

Tucked into the wind screen wiper of her old shitty truck.

Taped to the sandwiches she would bring him to lunch.

On her pillow when she went to bed one night.

Stuffed into the pocket of the hoodie she borrowed.

Her school bag.

The bathroom mirror at the chateau.

They both started to home a large collection of notes. Her's placed neatly in a drawer in her bedroom. His tucked in a box under the floor board that lifts up in the room he claims as his at the chateau.

"What you writing?" John B questions as he steps onto the porch

"Just a note for y/n,"

"You guys have been passing a lot of secret notes recently," John B comments, JJ shrugs placing the pen down "It's sweet,"

"What d'ya mean by that?" JJ questions, John raises his eyebrows giving JJ a knowing look before having a realisation.

"You still haven't told her you're head over heels in love with her?"

"No," JJ admits, he was way past his days of fighting back when his friends accused him of being in love with her. "I don't know how to. You know me, I never say things right and I just- I really don't want to fuck this up. Only got one shot at it,"

"So write it," John B shrugs like it's obvious

"I can't,"

"You can,"

"What if she doesn't feel the same?"

"JJ, you're the most annoying person I know and she puts up with you all the time and has done since you were 2 . She feels the same,"

She's only wearing a bikini and a tshirt that belongs to JJ when she exits her house on Saturday morning. Her plans to meet at the Chateau go surfing with Kie already made, she grabs her board and at first she doesn't even notice it, attached to the cool box full of water and fruit she'd loaded up the night before is a note.

Ice

Art Magic

Igloo Note

London Orange Venus Elephant

Wine Ill Tiger Hungry

Yam One Under

It takes less than a minute for her to decipher the note, abandoning her surf board and the cooler in favour of sprinting to the Cheateau.

JJ is seemingly waiting for her when she arrives, he's pacing in front of the house, going still the second he sees her.

"Are you kidding?" She questions, he's stares, eyes wide not quite able to process why she looks so hopeful. "Because JJ, if this is some fucked up joke I will literally never speak to you again,"

"It's not a joke," He assures

"It's not?" She questions, it's het turn to still, having expected to arrive for him to laugh and ruffle her hair like he was her brother.

"No. I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since we were 12 and you stole my cap and started wearing it everyday,"

"We were 14 and you snuck into my room because my parents were fighting and you read harry potter to me cause you knew my parents used to," She states

He nods, now it was all out there in the open neither of them quite knew what to do.

"For fucks sake kiss already!" Pope shouts, they turn seeing all the pogues watching them from the porch.

JJ looks at her, an unspoken question in his eyes. "Just promise me if this all goes tits up we will be friends, cause I can't loose you maybank,"

He holds his pinky out, smiling as she loops her with his and squeezes slightly. He pulls her into his chest with their pinkies. Lips crashing onto hers, spare holding her closer to him by the small of her back. Her empty hand moving to play with the blonde curls she's wanted to run her fingers through a thousand times. Their pinkies stay linked by their side, his thumb stroking at her hands lightly.

Yeah, she'd be keeping the note he left in there little love language.

#jj #jj maybank #jj maybank x reader #jj x reader #jj maybank x y/n #obx fic #obx #outer banks

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animepreferences · 4 years

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P R E F E R E N C E # 13 - P I L L O W T A L K

A K U T U G A W A

“Aku, can I ask you a legitimate question?” You would inquire timidly, your voice meek and frail. “Of course.” He would murmur in response, the softness in his voice filling the suppressed silence in the room. Although the room had been swallowed in an impregnable, numbing darkness, both you and Akutugawa would lie awake, your bodies entwined in an intricate tangle. Furthermore, you had given up on sleeping hours ago, your conversation seemingly never ending. “Do you really love me? Do you really see a future with us?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, your cheeks turning crimson. You were thankful for the darkness in the room, for it hid your abashed facial expression. You knew you shouldn’t be asking this question. Out of the multitude of times he had reassured you that he loved you, you knew all too well that you were completely ridiculous for asking, and yet you still did. Why couldn’t you grasp the concept? Why couldn’t you just realize o that he really, truly did love you? “Y/N.” Aku would finally sigh, his voice disapproving yet understanding. He knew your struggles. He knew you all too well. And where he was far from perfect, he loved you greatly. And, quite frankly, since he met you he had became a better person and that’s all he ever wanted to do. You deserved nothing but the best. Constricting his arms tighter around your body, Aku would kiss your head for a few lingering moments. “If there is no you, there is no me. I plan to spend the end of my days with you. There is simply no other way. I love you more than I’ll ever be able to show you.” A ragged gasp would slip from your lips, your eyes slipping closed in elation. “Thank you.” You would breathe, your head nuzzling against the crook of his neck, relief trickling through your veins. “And I know you are probably feeling guilty because you asked, but please know I’ll tell you I’ll love you a million times if I have to. My heart is yours and yours only.” Finding your lips somewhere in the dark, he would silence your racing thoughts with a tender kiss to your lips. These late nights were nights you cherished the most.

D A Z A I

Your body would involuntarily launch forward, your breathing shallow, your body covered in a sheen layer of sweat. You could feel your heart slamming against your ribs, yours hands clawing at your chest desperate for any relief you could find. “Shhh, it was just another nightmare, love. You’re safe.” Jumping as two arms pulled you back, you would remain tense even after Dazai would reach over and turn on the bedside lamp. Even though the light made things a little less alarming, you would still struggle to come back down to reality, your pounding heart being a reminder of that. “Breathe with me.” Grasping his hand in yours, Dazai would inhale slowly then exhale encouraging you to calm yourself. Where it was difficult to get you to breath, it was not impossible and Dazai was patient as he completed the breathing exercises with you. This was something you always loved about him; he never gave up on you. “It’s that damn green snake.” You would mutter, sitting up as you rubbed your temples. “Green snake?” Dazai would inquire sitting up with you as he rubbed your shoulders from behind. “Yeah. When I was younger and I was under a great deal of stress, I would have a dream that a never ending green snake would be slithering under my porch. I use to scare the crud out of my family screaming every night about it. Good to know I can carry on the good legend by scaring the bejesus out of my boyfriend.” Chuckling humorlessly, you would shake your head pinching the space between your eyes. Great. Why had you just told him this? Little did you know that Dazai was smirking behind you, his heart swelling with adoration. “Belladonna, I’m not entirely sure if this is coincidental or not, but I actually use to be a snake slayer of the green variety.” Grabbing a pillow you would turn to face him, smacking him gently in the face with it as you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up.”

“It’s true. I, Osamu Dazai, use to pride myself in being Yokohama’s number one green snake slayer. Which means, as of right now, you are with the safest person you could possibly be with.” Pulling you into a bone crushing hug, you wouldn’t be able to stifle your giggle as his lips pressed against the crown of your head. You wanted to be mad at him for mocking you, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to. Why did he have to be so damn charming? “But in all reality, Y/N. I will always protect you nightmare or reality. And when you lay your head over my heart to fall asleep every night, I hope you know that it beats for you and you only. These nightmares may be temporary, but know that my protectiveness over you is eternal.” Stroking your hair softly, your heart would slow back down to a steady pace, your breathing evening out. You knew all of this to be true, but hearing it would bring you the smallest shred of relief. How did Dazai somehow manage to make everything better?

C H U U Y A

“I know I come off as confident, I know I am powerful, but sometimes I truthfully feel a little insecure.” His words would be slow, his hand lazily stroking through your tangled locks. “Chuuya.” You would muse, your chest tight as you rested your chin on his bare chest, your eyes sad. Chuuya had never displayed this side of himself to you. Perhaps his mind was still hazy from the raging intercourse you had just engaged in, perhaps he was finally allowing his guard to tumble down around him. Either way, you were enjoying this side of him. Even if it did make you sad. “Chuuya. You are so handsome, truly debonair.” Raising your hand to run your fingertips down his cheek, he would twist his mouth in chagrin, his eyes wondering anywhere but your own. “Don’t be embarrassed. You know you are allowed to feel insecure, right?” Finally locking eyes with you, he would reach his own hand to run through your bangs, his eyes soft and gentle. “Y’know, it’s this misconception among genders that men aren’t allowed to feel insecure. That men are expected to lift their girl up and to be strong at all times. I’m telling you right now that that’s horse shit. Chuuya, you have every single right to feel this way and to embrace it. In fact, I want you to talk to me about it. I want to lift you up the same way you lift me up,” Propping himself up on his elbows, he would stare wide eyed at you struggling for the right words to say. Furthermore, he had never in a life had someone tell him this. His whole life, he was expected to be strong and dependable. His whole life, he was expected to be a leader before he could even fully grasp his powers himself. Never had he let his guard down this way, and had someone tell him that it was okay to be soft. Where it was something he didn’t want to get himself in the habit of feeling, it felt nice to know that his thoughts were safe with you. “You are amazing, you know that? I mean, seriously, Y/N.” Sitting up completely he would ogle at you, his eyes sparkling with wonder. “And you are beautiful. And intelligent. And strong. Everything about you. Those eyes, that nose, that smile, all of you. It is all perfect.” Giving you a chaste kiss on the lips, your eyes would widen before closing slowly, melting into the passionate kiss. “Just don’t forget who’s the boss after you’re done showering me with compliments.” Chuuya would joke, his laughter gentle. “Oh, hush, you gorgeous, ravishing man.”

A T S U S H I

His careful eyes would drink in your every move. Trembling as the rain began to pour harder against the windows, jumping at the smallest rumbles of thunder, wincing whenever the lightening strike was particularly bright; you were afraid. Very afraid. It was odd, seeing you in this light. It was odd seeing you trying to conceal your feelings when typically you were an open book. Were you embarrassed? Perhaps, you didn’t want Atsushi to know. Perhaps, you didn’t normally tell people this, but honestly did you really think he’d care? “Atsushi, you’re so deep in thought.” You would muse, poking at his cheek playfully. “I can always tell when you’re thinking hard because you furrow your eyebrows and you purse your lips.” Brushing your fingertips over his lips, you would smile up at him as he nuzzled his nose against yours giving you an Eskimo kiss. “I was just thinking the same thing about you, Y/N.” Atsushi would say a little sheepishly, taking in your baffled expression carefully. “You don’t like storms do you?” Punctuating his inquiry perfectly, a loud crack of thunder would send you trembling under his arm, clutching onto him tighter than you were before. “I guess I’m busted.” You would sigh, looking up at him with red cheeks. “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, you know that, right? Your feelings are understandable, storms can be destructive and alarming.” Stroking his fingers through your hair with one hand, he would rub circles into your back with the other knowing that this was what typically calmed you down when you were anxious. “I know I don’t have the ability to control the elements, but I do have the ability to make you feel safe and I will always make sure I’m doing everything I can to make sure that you feel safe whenever you’re with me. I promise you that.” Kissing the top of your head, you would bury yourself deep in his chest settling into his warm embrace. “As long as your arms are around me, Atsushi, I will always feel safe.”

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crazygalore · 4 years

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JOHN MILTON / SATAN ( THE DEVIL’S ADVOCATE ) NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He’s never bothered with such things in the past, but he’s never had a stable partner before. You - being the only person who’s managed to capture his ancient heart - on the other hand, are the sole witness to his more tender and caring side. So, after a thorough session of lovemaking, Milton will gladly cater to your immediate needs, then hold you until you fall asleep with your head on his chest. Sometimes, he even tells you stories about his fall from grace and rule in Hell, his voice soothing you into a peaceful slumber. In his arms, you feel safe from the evils of this world - which makes sense, because he is theoretically the most evil thing in this world.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, he seriously couldn’t pick just one body part he enjoys. Partly because of his own legendary vanity, but also because he uses every single function of his body to further break the laws of God: With his eyes, he can watch acts that are not meant to be observed, with his mouth and nose he can sample and devour whatever his heart desires, with his hands he can touch and take whatever he wants, while his feet take him wherever he is unwelcome.

On yourself ? Honestly, Milton lusts for your whole being - body and soul - with the intensity of a thousand bruning suns. You are perfect in his eyes, a glorious creature he intends to love, spoil and protect until the end of time.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Anything goes. Cuming deep inside of you or your luscious mouth ? Fantastic ! Marking you with his seed ? Why not ! If you have a specific personal preference, he will gladly oblige.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is a master of the universe, a creature of immense power, beyond human comprehension. Sometimes, he is there even if you don’t see him, and he enjoys watching you commit daily little sins. His favourite, though, is definitely onanism - there is nothing quite like the sight of you laying on the bed, your hand between your legs and your soft moans filling the seemingly empty room.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Milton’s been fucking around since the beginnings of time - and he never abstained. He’s done everything at least twice, and some of the sexual acts he has engaged into are at the peak of human depravity.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Surprisingly, missionary. He loves being able to look into your lust-filled gaze as he fucks you into the mattress. That being said, you guys have probably tried almost every sexual position there is, except for extremely acrobatic ones - and only because you blatantly refused to risk dislocating a hip or a shoulder in the name of sex.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Depending on the mood, Milton is either serious and passionate, or goofy and mischievous.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He keeps himself well groomed and neatly trimmed, like the vain fallen angel he is. Doesn’t usually shave down there, but he would di it, if you asked him to.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

You are the first and only person Milton has ever loved - and by the time he has met you, he was already anciet and embittered. He was drowning in a sea of darkness and moral degradation - and then you came into his life, like a glimmer of light and hope he didn’t even know he needed. Of course, he worships you body and soul, which is evident when he makes love to you, whispering words of adoration in your ear and peppering your face with tender kisses.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He used to do it whenever fancy struck him if he didn’t have a casual partner in handy. But ever since he’s met you, Milton no longer feels the need to indulge in this sort of recreational activity.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Everything under the sun. Seriously, he’s tried it all - even the more extreme stuff - and he’s not opposed to doing it all over again, as long as you’re on board.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

To quote the man himself “ everywhere “ - be it in the safety of your shared home, or someplace more exposed. Naturally, he won’t pressure you to have sex with him in places you are not comfortable doing it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your overall presence puts Milton in a state of perpetual desire. However, he does have a thing for seeing you wear sexy lingerie and provocative clothes in general. In his defense, he never claimed not to be a dirty old man.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Personally, Milton has no hard limits whatsoever, and almost anything works for him. However, anything that makes you uncomfortable or endangers your physical or psychological wellbeing is out of the question. He would never, ever, intentionally hurt you in any way.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Why not both ? 69 happens to be one of his most favourite positions of all times, and for a good reason. He gets to taste your most delicate flesh, while having your pretty little mouth wrapped around his girth.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It truly depends on the mood. He can be an absolute savage in bed, but he can also make slow and sensual love to you. Regardless of the pace, making love to Milton is always a passionate affair.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Any kind of sex is great sex in his book - especially when he has you as partner.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Oh, Milton’s a huge risk taker, for sure, and he is always open to trying out new things with you, both inside and outside the bedroom.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Milton’s a fallen angel, a master of the universe, an ancient entity of immeasurable power - and he has a stamina to match. He could literally fuck you for a thousand years without breaking a sweat. He never cums before you do, and he doesn’t need time to recover after he’s reached climax himself.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Yep, they are most definitely on the table. One of Milton’s favourite pastimes is tying you to the bed, with your legs spread and a vibrator taped to your most sensitive area and its remote resting securely in the palm of his hand. He will then go through a maddening routine of edging you and giving you multiple orgasms for hours, until you are practically in tears.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he’s the king of all teases. There is no lover on this earth who is more unfair than Milton.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Milton’s not awfully loud, but he is definitely vocal. He will grunt, he will groan, he will moan and he will growl - but more importantly, he will whisper the dirties little things in your ear.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Milton can manifest his demonic traits at will - such as horns, claws, fangs, pitch black eyes and a long pointed tail. At first, he was hesitant to revealing these parts of him to you, but after you’ve expressed your appreciation for them, he began showing them to you more and more. The tail can come in handy during sex, if you catch my drift.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

His girth is long and thick, slightly curved towards the tip. Big enough to stretch you to the point where pleasure meets pain.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Highest sex drive you’ve ever seen. He’s the goddamn king of demons, for crying out loud.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He is a supernatural entity of immense power. He doesn’t need sleep. But he will quietly lay down next to you and gently hold you in his arms while you’re asleep.

#the devil's advocate #the devil's advocate imagine #john milton imagine #lucifer imagine #satan imagine #al pacino imagine #al pacino imagines #my writing

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roseamongroses · 4 years

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W.A.L: “We Won’t Eat Our Words (they don’t taste so good),” (16)

s u m m a r y:

Eden was the lowest of the low, a monster, hardly human, and was set to be executed. Roman was on trial, perpetually stuck in time until it was time to atone for his families sins.

Neither cared much for staying trapped.

So when a Stranger offered freedom, offered peace, offered power, it was hard to say no.

Even if it put them on the wrong side of history.

v i b e s :

time is irrelevent, homophobia who?, magic and beasts, demigods

w a r n i n g s

Imprisonment, Mentions of execution, Blood/ injuries, Mentions of past Death, minor character death/suicide, repression, cursing,

c h a r a c t e r s

Deceit(Eden) Sanders, Remy Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Emile Picani

Ship: Roceit

1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

(6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11)

(12) (13) (14) (15)

It’s a closet.

A glorified closet, so Deceit honestly doesn’t know what to tell you about it other then it's dark, it's cramped, and that Logan is insistent that they absolutely cannot eavesdrop on Dr. Picani and Lazy Cow and instead must stew in this dark, did he mention cramp closet?

Deceit was reaching the point of boredom where he was tempted, ever so slightly to just leave and keep walking. He felt that impulse as well as the impulse to get nostalgic because Deceit had been shoved into a lot of closets for a lot of reasons. Some not good, some...more enjoyable, but most a tantalizing mixture of both.

Before he could indulge, the door abruptly opened, light streaking inside. Dr. Picani was a stark shadow looming above them. He seemed to have aged several years within the past few minutes, but his expression was the same pleasant, not quite a smile, not quite a frown so that anyone else wouldn’t have noticed a change if they were under the assumption that Dr. Emile Picani was a pleasant person. But Deceit didn’t think many people were pleasant, himself included, so he assumed the worst and didn’t question it further.

“Oh,” Dr. Picani said, but not to them, “You didn’t turn on the lights,” he said, snapping and like that, Deceit felt exposed, one by one candle on either side of a long aisle lit up, seemingly forever.

Dr. Picani didn’t step inside, “Take as long as you want, but know that I’ll be busy if anything arises,” He handed them a phone, “Use this if you have an emergency, but only if you have an emergency,” He handed the phone to Logan, not even waiting for protests or goodbyes, it felt familiar.

He was gone leaving the three of them in this long corridor, light flickering gently, beckoning them forward into the stretch of darkness.

---

“Back so soon?” The Stranger asked from the floor. Their dark hair spilled over his shoulders, long, much longer then it had been when he first came here. His clothes hung loosely from their now gaunt form, their blue eye focused on the unending white space above.

Emile clicked his pen, “I’m here for your evaluation,” he said.

“Sure you are, “ The Stranger batted his eyes, lips curled, predatory.

Emile ignored them, not even a glance up from their clipboard, “He died.”

The Stranger faltered, “He resigned?” he asked.

“Yes,” he said, “He found out about Dot and I guess he...I don’t know what he thought was going to happen. But I certainly didn’t stop him, it was his right.”

“It was his--” The Stranger scowled, “Why are you justifying this, the hell is wrong with you?" he hissed, standing all at once, “Did you even try to stop him? Did you even try to console him or did you just sit there like a fucking bitch on a leash again--”

“Oh, you’re trying to lord over me,” Emile sneered, “You use her, you’ve used him, every step of the way and you dare to say I don’t care,” He glanced down at his clipboard surprised, ink running as tears ran hot down his face, “She wouldn’t have been in the situation if you’d just… just,” he wiped his eyes, “Leave it be. Whatever you were planning, let’s just leave it behind.” he choked, running his hands in his hair, “Let’s --Let’s,” he stumbled forward and the Strange caught him, surprised.

“Emile?” The Stranger, wrapped his arms around their shoulders, feeling them shake, “Emile, you’re not making any sense, it’s too late for any of that...”

Emile looked up and The Stranger’s breath caught. His hair was messy, their face all blotchy and glasses askew, they were like a little kid, “I don’t know how I’ll do it, but I don’t want to fight anymore I don’t know what I, what I...”

“Darling, how exactly do you plan to get us out of this then,” The Stranger reasoned, smoothing their bangs back with soft touches, “It won’t last, we never do--”

Emile kissed the Stranger, hard, desperate like how the Stranger’s kissed him so many times before. And the Stranger kissed back. He ached, as Emile’s hands cupped his face, tugged his body as if trying to get him closer as if for the first time he was trying.

“Em, ” The Stranger felt his back hit some sort of wall, and he groaned feeling Emile press into him again, “Oh, that’s one way to say you're happy to see me,”

Emile laughed between his hiccups, hands gripping The Stranger’s hips as he rested his head in the crook of their neck, “Mm, “ he hummed, “Something like that.”

“Y’know, what you said about me…” The Stranger swallowed, “ About me being no better than you, about how I used them…”

The Stranger could feel them frown against his skin, “You know I didn’t mean it,” Emile promised, it was so strange to hear him be the one to promise such things. It’s been so long, too long.

“I know you didn’t mean it,” The Stranger reassured them, because after so many messy breakups, and messier arguments they said a lot of untruthful things about each other, “But I mean it when I say, I did use him,” he admitted, fingers tracing careful arcs in Emile’s chest, eyes bright, “The Old Man tried so hard to prove that I was worth something, but I did use him. And I would’ve done it again,”

“That’s not true…” Emile’s words were disconnected, his mouth like cotton as he looked up to meet the Stranger’s eyes, so desperate, so pleading, so...vulnerable.

“I mean it,” The Stranger said cooly, “I used Dot, but she knows that she’s fine with that--and,” he did not stutter, “I love you, you know that? I loved you for so long, but--”

“But? What are you--” Emile’s eyes grew wide as he tried to move away, to let go, but his body remained firmly in place, holding the Stranger so gentle as the Stranger’s soft touches grew cold.

“I love you, Emile,” The Stranger repeated as if it��d change it all, as if years from now they’ll laugh at this and it would be fine because he did love Emile and some time ago Emile may have loved him just as much, “But we we're never meant to last, I’m building something that will last.”

Emile’s eyes flickered with recognition, feeling the all-too-familiar probing of his mind sneak up on him all at once, “No-no-no, you can’t,” He pleaded, “why can’t we leave it--”

“Elliot.” The Stranger’s command was sharp.

And Emile, his team-mate, his jailer, his stubborn lover who was all too persistent and steadfast in all the wrong things, was out like a light.

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It was a long trek into the darkness, the candles providing little light and even less warmth as they walked down the corridor. Virgil first, who navigated easily, his many eyes dilated, flickering at every shadow and noise. Then it was Deceit because it would be foolish not to keep an eye on him, and then Logan, the one keeping an eye on him.

“Does this go on forever,” Virgil complained.

“Are your legs bothering you?” Logan asked, and Deceit groaned. They were doing the thing where they talk through Deceit as if that makes their relationship any less awkward.

“No it's my-I didn’t say that,” Virgil sniffed, catching himself again, though Deceit could tell he was getting slower or at least he was more distracted. Still, whether that was attributed to fatigue was anybody's bet.

“If you didn’t want a response, you shouldn’t have said anything,” Logan replied.

Virgil spun around at that, now walking backwards, “How do you know I was talking to you, huh?” he said, face pinched, “I could’ve been talking to the snake-fucker for all you know.”

Logan sighed, “Were you, Virgil?”

Virgil snorted, “Of course not--Shit-” As he spun back around he slammed into a wall, Deceit slammed into him, and Logan slammed into Deceit.

“What was that…” Virgil groaned, staggering to their feet.

“A wall,” Deceit drawled, eyes flickering over the heavily carved wall.

“I think he means,” Logan stood up, readjusting their glasses, “What does it mean,” Deceit rolled his eyes, “It looks ancient, Alesener maybe.”

“Oh great, “ Virgil sighed, “It's not like they stopped teaching Alesener, years ago.”

“I’m sure there’s another way,” Logan said, inspecting the carvings, frown growing deeper, “Maybe I can pull up a translator,”

“On ancient Alesner?” Virgil's nose curled, hands tracing the markings, “Sure.”

“Well I don’t see you having any ideas--”

“It's a riddle.” Deceit cut in. Normally he’d just, let them figure it out and play dumb, but he didn’t want to stay here in a children’s maze with these two bickering.

“A riddle,” Virgil echoed lamely.

“A riddle.” Deceit confirmed glancing at the wall again, mostly for show.

Wall carvings were a common form of decoration in the Alesener village, but they were usually nonsense since the art was less in the meaning and more in the elegance the words form. Dot, however, seems to enjoy both. Her walls were littered with puns and riddles, all of which seemed profound at first, but after the extensive translation was more often than not children’s puns at best or dirty jokes at worst.

“How would you know that?” Logan asked, but in a tone that sounded more like a demand than anything.

“Yeah, you're not exactly a scholar,” Virgil said with a skeptical look.

“Like it's any of your business,” Deceit scoffed, before thoughtfully scanning the riddle again, “What I’m getting is that we need a map and the map is most likely…” Deceit frowned, “The truth?”

“Ah, it’s that type of maze,” Logan nodded as if that made perfect sense, “To enter each new part of the maze, someone in the group needs to admit a truth, the stronger the truth, the faster we get out of the maze.” he recited without faltering, “Usually it's harder then you realize to tell a perfect truth, so we have to be careful, these usually have some sort of...difficulty increase if someone lies.”

“Difficulty?” Deceit eyed the wall cautiously as if it’ll burn.

“Monster’s perhaps,” Logan shrugged, “Or it might make it harder to get out.”

“Fantastic,” Virgil sighed, “So how do we, y’ know, get goin’?”

“Easy,” Logan approached the wall, raising a hand and pressing it in the center of the deep markings, “I am an Apprentice,” he said and at first nothing happened.

Then there was the groaning, the stone wall scraping, inch by inch open, before revealing two pathways. Logan stepped forward, and the others followed.

If they had looked behind them, they would have seen the candles flicker behind them, getting taller, their golden flames unruly and leaving puddles in their wake. And once the wall shut again the dancing flames went out all at once.

#ts sides #sanders sides #roceit #ts deceit #ts roman #deceit sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #fanfiction #Winners Among the Losing

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888.

5k Survey XV

701. What is your favorite mixed drink? >> Sazerac, Dark and Stormy, Bloody María, and probably some others that I’m forgetting just because I haven’t had the opportunity to make or order a mixed drink in ages. 702. When answering these questions are you often pulled in different directions, as if committing to one answer eliminates the possibility for all others? >> I feel like I only partially understand what you mean. Not well enough to answer this question. 703. Chicken Marsala, Pasta Primavera, Veal Cutlet Parmesan or Linguini with Clam Sauce? >> No thanks. 704. If you were alone in your friend’s house/room/apartment would you look in their drawers and notebooks? >> Probably not. 705. What would you really like to do but you don’t because you are afraid of getting caught? >> I can’t think of anything right now.

706. Of the following, which word best describes you: responsible, spontaneous, tactful, uninhibited: >> I guess the one most likely to describe me on a given day is “responsible”. 707. Which band would you most likely check out? - The Smiths (indi-pop 80’s-90’s), The Lords of Acid (acid/house/dance 90’s), Front 242 (80’s-90’s industrial/dance) >> I kind of like The Smiths (I like solo Morrissey more). I’ve listened to a bit of Front 242 back in the day, and I remember Lords of Acid but I’m not interested in listening to them right now. 708. How can one put an end to procrastination, as a bad habit? >> I think that would depend on why someone is procrastinating, because finding the root of the habit is the first step in figuring out what to do about it. Trying to blunt-force treat procrastination itself generally doesn’t work out well for most people (or, at best, works temporarily but at great stress to the person). 709. What feature would you want on your car that is not currently offered? >> --- 710. What kind of poetry speaks to you? >> The kind I can comprehend. 711. What is your favorite store that is open 24 hours? >> I don’t have a favourite store, let alone one with that specific criterion. 712. Do you find that sleep is just so much sleepier when you are supposed to be doing something else? >> I don’t find myself in that situation often enough to say. 713. Do you also find that the books you chose are so much more luscious when you have a stack of actual assignments that you Should be reading? >> --- 714. If you have had the chance to compare the original 5000 Question Survey to this edited version, what is your opinion? >> I haven’t had the chance to do that. 715. What’s the most creative answer you can think of for ‘what is black and white and red all over’? >> I don’t have a particularly creative answer to it. I’ve always heard “a newspaper” as the answer to this riddle. 716. Why do people slow down on the highway when they pass a cop car pulling someone else over? >> Either to rubberneck or out of sudden awareness of their own speeding. 717. Are they afraid that the cop will STOP pulling over whoever he is pulling over and pull them over instead? >> I mean, maybe. I don’t know, I’ve never been in this situation so I can’t imagine what it’s like. 718. It’s daddy’s birthday. What do you get him? >> --- 719. What’s your 5,000 question survey nickname? Look at the word next to the 2nd letter of your first name A anything but B bubalicious C captivating D deadly E erotic F funky G greasy H heaps of I indie J jelly K kinetic L lasher M Mr. (or Mrs.) N neglected O ogre-like P parading Q quacking R Rico S stinky T the one and only U uber V Velcro W wishing for X x-tra Y yearning for Z zoobalee Now take the first letter of your last name. A aardvarks B baboo C creme pie D drag queen E eggbert F flex G god H hell I Isabelle J juice K kisses L lightning M mannish boys N nice O octopi P porcupines Q q-bert R rainbows S suave T tushy U underwear V valor W weenie X xtc Y yohimbe Z zipper Put the two words together for your nickname. >> Ogre-like drag queen. 720. You know that shaky feeling that you get when it’s all coming to a climax, and everyone involved is breaking into the good kind of cold sweat, working as individuals and at the same time as a single force of energy, and it all meshes together, and for a brief moment, you’re holding your breath and tingling all over, and after it’s done you’re on an explosive and dizzying high for the rest of the night? What does that feeling come from? >> *withering stare* 721. How many of your teachers can you imagine drinking or doing drugs on the weekends? >> --- 722. Do you like Alice in Wonderland or Through the Looking Glass? >> I haven’t read either one. 723. Write a question and answer it here. >> No. 724. Who is your favorite playwright? >> I don’t have one. 725. What movie has come out recently that you couldn’t have less interest in? >> I don’t know what’s come out recently. There’s been a few movies that have been released to on-demand, I think, but I don’t think I’ve seen any of them. And I certainly don’t remember what they are right now. 726. What would the worst movie ever be about? >> --- 727. Do you like truffles? >> I like some things with truffles in them, or truffle oil, or whatever. Do you like Turkish delight? >> I don’t know. 728. Can you tell the difference between a transvestite and a real woman? >> I don’t go around trying to clock trans people. Period. 729. What’s funnier, plants or fire extinguishers? >> What. 730. For question 720 did you write down sex? >> I was pretty sure that’s how I was expected to answer, and I didn’t feel like playing along. You pervert, I was thinking of musical theater. >> Yeah, I was also pretty sure that I was expected to think of sex and it would turn out that you were describing something completely different. I’ve encountered this situation before, lol. 731. Which is better, leopard print or plaid? >> Plaid. 732. What would you consider ordinary? >> *shrug* 733. What is out of the ordinary? >> *extraordinary shrug* 734. Do you ever watch COPS? >> No. 735. Is there always room for j - e - l - l - o? >> Sigh. 736. If you had your own TV show, what kind of show would you make it? >> I don’t want a tv show, though. 737. Do you know how heavy things like airplanes stay in the air? >> I don’t know how it works offhand, no. I could always look it up if I needed that information. 738. When do you act the most dramatic? >> I’m not sure. 739. Are you one of those people who have, “see photo id,” written on the back of their credit cards? >> No, but Sparrow is. I don’t think I did anything to my card, actually -- didn’t sign it, didn’t write anything. 740. It’s mom’s birthday. What do you get her? >> --- 741. What celebrity has pretty much disappeared leaving you wondering 'where are they now’? >> I haven’t wondered that about anyone. 742. Would you get angry if you and your girl/boyfriend saw the preview for a movie and talked about seeing it together and then they saw it with one of their friends while you were busy? >> No. I would be disappointed and feel a bit betrayed if they had expressed interest in seeing it with me beforehand and then seemingly just... changed their mind without even telling me. Sad, but not angry. I’d definitely ask them about it afterwards, to find out what their thought process was.

743. How many people do you think will finish this whooooooole survey? >> Might just be me and Elizabeth (Elisabeth?). I’m not even sure I finished it any of the other times I tried to take it. I might have, but it would have been a long fuckin time ago. 744. Have you ever written a message, sealed it in a bottle and thrown it into a river/lake ocean? >> No. That’s just littering at this point. 745. If you haven’t would you want to? >> ^ 746. If you ever did what would you write? >> --- 747. What do you wish you could always be protected from? >> Abuse and alienation. Little too late for that, though. 748. What small thing annoys you so much it should be a crime? >> Loudness should be a fucking crime. I don’t even care anymore. 749. Would you rather watch a video of fish in a tank, or the Yule log on TV? >> I like the Yule log, it’s pretty. 750. Is it better to be loved or feared? >> I wouldn’t know. I haven’t had much of either.

#surveys #survey #5000 question survey

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holmestheheart said: 🌼 GIVE US FIRST IMPRESSIONS FROM DEM TEA X 🌼 = Write a short drabble from your OCs POV meeting their LI (or if they don’t have a love interest, their best friend. If you don’t want to do a drabble, describe their first meeting instead!)

"Lungbarrow!" Bellowed an echo of a strained, broken man, that moved the entire street to a sudden halt, as though they were under brutal attack - it spread across LONDON entirely. It was not a war cry, however, it was the booming discordance of a furious Colonel. Travelling back a moment, before the unaware, intrepid soldier - identifiably obvious by the stitched name of LUNGBARROW now hidden by the concrete below him - was hauled to his feet, an organized march had been set for the fellow comrades of shore (before they set off for much less organized W A R).

The march was improvised, meant to give their trepidatious shambles of instated egos a marching kick "up the arse" - quoth the Colonel. The streets of London were filled to the brim, and they had flown down from their base, preparing for exile from the more populated side; a regime to gain some visibility for the next coming months -- years, maybe -- to introduce the faces, rightfully so, that might never be seen again.

Families, wives, parents cheered, important "governing people" were in attendance. Flags bore, children were kept from running through the seemingly-choreographed march - even the marching bands were keeping in time with their practiced rhythm. Most of the men looked grey already, lost behind the eyes - the physical sign of a mental block - a reminder that who they once were had been replaced with the empty stock of a soldier. A well known method of preparing for the biggest challenge - they couldn't simply facade themselves with a chance of returning home as the same person they left as.

The sun shone down on the soldiers as they approached the long winding path to the settlement, where there were promised refreshments and alcohol -- free, naturally. Most of the soldiers were young, however, one in particular stood out. Demacrex Lungbarrow - or, known as Lungbarrow to a majority of the street n o w, and his comrades. The eccentric surname was not the only thing that caught people's eye - it was his outlandish style of MOVING.

The crowd marched on in a particular rhythm, however, his physicality in travelling always had a little BOUND as his boot hit the ground (he was nearly skipping), and he very nearly cracked a smile a few times, watching the world go by. A sense of gained freedom washed over him, as though he were walking away from EVERYTHING for the first time again, since leaving home. The importance of keeping that was exactly what kept him in check from stepping out of line for the fifth time today. The clock above them read that it was only twelve in the afternoon. A sixth could wait an hour.

The Private’s eyes had locked onto SOMEONE other than the clock, when Dave sharply and promptly dug into his side, having noticed that he was DISTRACTED - but he locked on to something B E T T E R than a clock. Someone extravagant suddenly stood out to him in the crowd - amongst all of the fliers and flags and boringly funeral themed outfits - celebrating death before it came knocking (right now it was marching in front of them, dressed in military greens). The brightly colored DRESS and the (unusually) colored HAIR - and the not-paying-attention-at-all-to-the-occasion - something clicked. It wasn't just a pang of -- "I'm so bored and found a new hyperfixation".

As it turns out, the gleaming graciousness of her just STANDING THERE (focused on EATING A T H I N G that looked as sweet as s h e) was enough for his ALIEN brain to have short-circuited. The click he heard, audibly, was the thump of his boot against the end of the concrete, and before he knew it - he had fallen over the edge of a very EASY path.

As a tall man, it took him a minute to hit the ground FULLY - the soldiers behind him thought he was still going; just off a beat, and so coincided a following domino effect of green army men. A trail of destruction and distraction following behind Demacrex, a surprise to nobody - which leads back to the Colonel hauling him to his feet by the collar of his thick, green shirt.

He must have been still thinking about her, because in the Colonel's initial seconds, a smile had worked its way onto his face. Something different happened here to the usual marches - and although Dave's side had marched on, leaving the conga line of men behind, the path had cleared for his attention to still be - was the Colonel saying something?

The smile suddenly FADED from his face, as he fought to find a way to divide his attention to what really mattered at the moment - something in his hearts told him they were going the same W A Y. This wasn't the only time he was going to see her -- they were stood in the OFFICIALS section of the c r o w d s, the VIP -- that wasn't what explained I T.

Either way, most of the crowd had been ushered off - and he could only CATCH the sight, a MOMENTARY GLIMPSE, of the back of her, watching the SHINE of her dress as she walked off. The afternoon sunlight reflected her shadow upon the same pavement he'd acquainted with a few seconds ago the last of her, before she disappeared.

Her shadow dissipating was the cue for his ears to start working again (revealing ringing from the berating he had received and blanked out through). As he tuned back into reality, his hearts THUDDING and his mind racing with adrenaline - albeit a little confused as to whether it was from the scolding or h e r - he looked back at the mess he had made. As instructed.

"It was -- I didn't -- I guess things are a little brighter than before. Nothing like a little sunshine, but won't brighten your life like a lady," Demacrex kept the last part to himself - vaguely. The Colonel let him go, there was no use gathering more attention for the press, and appointed the rest of the men to get up and carry on. "It won't happen again, Colonel. Solemly swear. I'll invest in some sunglasses from now on. I heard things are forecast to get brighter this afternoon."

Although he knew he was going to be babied and likely have his hand held for the rest of the ceremony, figuratively, he had a new objective. Find out who the sparkly, admirably oblivious woman, composed mainly of what looked like sugar and additives - in food form, W A S.

#ic.#WOW #holmestheheart #this got long #Golden Days #this was one of the many first meetings #ive gone right back to the first sight enjoy #thats what he first S A W from a distance mind u

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P H O N E H E L P F R E D D Y I S O N T H E R O O F W I T H T H E D E T E C T I V E S O M E B O D Y H E L P . O H G O D H E H A S A I R P O D S I N H E C A N T H E A R U S O H N O

"The- the detective is- what?!" Shocked he listen to that, before rushing onto the roof in a heartbeat.That sounded awful. It was dark, the wind howled.Rain was prassling down onto the roof, covering everything with a small wet film, making it harder to come to a stand properly, especially with the wind clashing onto the unsuspecting person daring to venture out.First a blinding white light flashed up, then thunder crashed violently. In the short, black and white scenery Freddy stood up against the darkness and rain, turned away from Phone Guy who had just ripped open the door- a noise drowned out in the storm- and a bit further, closer to the edge stood a lone figure with a long coat that was thrown around by the violent winds up here. Closer and closer the bear stepped, its heavy steps being carried into the wrong direction by the wind, towards Phone Guy who could hear the beyond clearly. Trying to rush up, he attempted to do SOMETHING- Yet he was too cowardly to actually touch the big animatronic or come closer than a few steps to it, so he could only watch as Freddy crept closer and closer to the man. What was he even DOING here on this roof?! Where did he COME from? Why was he listening to MUSIC?Finally, he heard some noise from the detective, carried to him in the storm. "Row... row... row... your boat... gently down the stream..." It didn't follow the music at all.Slightly the man turned, he was... crying. Alright, that was hard to tell in the rain, but the way his eyes looked up at Freddy's, wide, but not filled with terror, no instead far, far away... it was an expression a Phone Guy came to know well in his time at Freddy's.Seemingly the detective hadn't noticed him, hell, it was questionable if he managed to notice Freddy, even when he stared at him. "... I sometimes listen to it so I- I'm so scared. What if I forget her voice? What then? It's been... SO long..." Another thunder crashed. Freddy reached out, its mechanical eyes becoming glowing white dots in the darkness.The detective stepped back the smallest bit, closer to the edge, shaking his head- shaking all over in fact. "Why are you DOING this to me-?" His voice was breaking, now he had flipped to screaming at the bear, though in that weather screaming was the only way to properly communicate if you wanted to be SURE that the person you talked to understood you. Slowly he broke down, the tears being clearer now, as his body's shaking became more rhythmical with his suppressed sobs. "... where am I...?" Freddy picked him up surprisingly carefully, turning around and walking towards the door, shortly pausing in front of Phone Guy who quickly stepped aside, freeing the way. The bear entered and Phone Guy followed, all three of them we drenched to the bone (or endoskeleton in Freddy's case). The fact that the robot hadn't malfunction was a miracle in itself.Carefully Ethan was put down, looking like a kicked dog in general. He looked around as though he didn't know where he was. His eyes met with Phone Guy's rotary. "... you, uh... you look like you need a coffee." "I need to see my family." His voice was desperate, as though Phone Guy was the one to decide that."I'm- uh- sorry. I don't know how to help you with that. I CAN bring you a coffee though..." The man truly felt bad for the detective, no matter how much of a pain in the ass he had been all these times before. "Were are we? What is this?! I tried to go down the road- I CAN'T REMEMBER HOW I GOT HERE!" He leaned forward, the terror he experienced truly shining through. "... neither of us does either. Do- uh- do me a favor and don't- you know. Scream like that. You'll just, uh- make the others hysterical." "H-how-?" How could ANYONE stop screaming in a situation like this? How could anyone just accept this? Phone Guy pat him on the back and led him into the main hall, for now completely empty. "Uh- sit down over there please. I'll be right back." Quickly he prepared some black coffee, deciding against dumping any milk or sugar into it for now. He could ask for it if he needed it. As he returned, the detective was sitting there, Chica sitting next to him. "We could sing something! That would make y-your happier, ffffriend--!" In her usual unnerving, but upbeat tone Chica offered this to him. "I don't want to sing..." He whispered. "... I want to see Evelyn." "I-! I-! I can START!" After a moment of glitching out, she laughed and then began. "Row, row, row your boat, gently down the stream!" Despite his words, the detective responded, quietly. "... merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is but a dream..." It went quiet for a moment, before Ethan asked. "Is it that? Is this all only a bad dream? Or am I in hell?" In a rare stroke of honesty, Phone Guy sat down next to him and answered. "... I don't know.""Am I in purgatory for failing?" Pitiful Phoney looked at him. A broken man just like everyone else here. All of them were the broken rejects, the misfit toys that belonged nowhere else. And those who weren't upon arrival were whipped into shape. All in Henry's imagine, apparently. Phoney wanted to say something, but before he could, Chica reached out to pet the detective's back."I n-never have seen a purgatory with coffee! Don't look so grim! DaaAAa-----d----- Thhha- that's just- another challenge for you to overcome! Y-you're a detective a--after all! Like in the books!" "... yeah, like in the books." He gave a tired, broken smile. None of the books he had at home at been so gruesome. "How many purgatories have you seen anyways?" Her laughter was bright, then shortly got distorted, before going back to normal again. Concerned Ethan frowned before turning to Phone Guy. "... are they all like... this...?" "Uh... yeah. Sometimes. Most of the time, really. There's no point in fixing them either, seeing as none of the customers have interest in them." A tad the employee shrugged.The other one looked at Chica, with a bit of grief. No, he didn't particularly liked the animatronics, but seeing them slowly wither away still managed to kill him on the inside, as it was a very clear sign of the time had passed when Evelyn died.Back then they were new and shiny...He looked around. The killer was in here, he had to be. His instinct told him that. If he was, then there was a chance they all wouldn't want him around. Perhaps try to kill him.Worn out he looked at the coffee in front of him, before deciding to get it done and drank it all in one go.To his own surprise, he didn't instantly started to puke or cough up blood. Sure, there was the burn from the heat and the insanely bitter taste, but he didn't feel like he was about to die yet. Concerned Phoney looked at him. "I, uh... I can make you another one. Nobody will take it from you..." "I'm-" He coughed. "I'm okay, it's okay-" That was done, now he could go back to consider suspects. If they were like him, chances were good that they couldn't leave either... instinct told him-His gut feeling had been wrong for him before. Like when he accused the former owner Henry Miller, just for himself to become a victim and disappearing without a trace. Probably murdered.His wife never had forgiven him. Somehow she seemed to believe that it was his accusation that brought him over the edge, setting out to finding the killer himself. Crazy due to her grief. He couldn't blame her. First her son, then her husband. Eventually she disappeared too, apparently, at least for a short time. Nothing concrete as far as Ethan could remember. Everything was a blur from back then. It was quiet.He needed to gather his strength. The other suspects would show up and he needed to decide on how to handle them.

#The detective #phone guy #Freddy

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Accidental summoning

Grave wasn’t a stranger to the library, she often would go in there whenever she felt bored with school, or done with the other students, which was almost constantly.

Walking in, she waves hello to the librarian, a sweet lady by the name of Eleanor Ainsworth, who waves back, smiling warmly as Grave trudges past her, into the bowels of the library. It wasn’t huge, but it was sizeable enough for Grave to constantly find new things to read.

She begins wandering through the organised shelves, running her hands across the spines of the books, looking for titles that would catch her interest.

It was the end of the day, and Grave was having a last look before heading home, not really to focus on anything except for looking at all the pretty books.

But, out of the corner of her eye, she can see a book. It doesn’t look too different from the other books, but at the same time it looked like nothing she had ever seen.

It had a simple black binding, matte and plain, though when she picked the book up, the bevelled cover came into view. The strange feeling in Grave’s chest became noticeable now, and she stroked the cover absentmindedly.

Now she was staring at the book, it seemed way too old to be here. The cover was tattered and worn; peeling apart and flaky, looking like it had been stitched together in places. The bevelling on the front was worn down from being touched so much but seemed to mimic the creation of Adam painting, but inversed, with a human pushing a creature that looked like it had never been human down into fire.

Grave can’t help but feel a strange sense of unease holding the book, and yet, she also felt a strange yearning to check it out and look into it more.

Out of curiosity, she flicks through some of the pages, studying the language. The book seemed to be hand-written, in a language that was hard to understand. It was similar to English, enough to be read, but distorted enough to be difficult.

The pages were all filled with writing that seemed to be instructions to do… something. There were pictures too. Illustrations of creatures and the kinds of monsters you would never tell your children about, for fear of them never sleeping again. They were grotesque and unsettling.

But Grave wanted to read more. Not wanting to stay longer than she should, she began to wander up to Eleanor at the reception, smiling sweetly at her in attempt to gain favour.

“What can I do for you?” She asks sweetly, smiling at Grave as she places the book on the counter.

“I-I found this book and it seems like...a million years old and I was wondering if you knew anything about it and if I could take it home.” Grave explains, watching as the older woman picks up the book, inspecting it carefully.

Something seems to flash in her eyes, but it was impossible to tell what.

“I feel like I've seen it before, but I don't really remember...and of course you can! This is a library after all.” She chuckles warmly, handing the book over to Grave.

Grave thanks her quickly, placing the book gently inside her bag before leaving the library, waving goodbye to Eleanor as she starts to head home for the day.

Once home, Grave heads straight to her room, saying hi to her mum when prompted to. Once inside her room, she plops her bag onto her bed, not wanting to damage the old book, which she proceeds to pull out.

Sitting on the floor besides her bed, she curls her knees up, using them as a bookstand, and begins flicking through the pages. A lot of the ‘demons’ had the same things written, ‘summon at your own risk, they will take your soul as penance, only summon for the dirtiest of deeds’ and so forth.

Sighing, Grave continues flicking through, until she reaches a double spread of pages. Unlike the others, there was no detailed illustration like the rest of them, just names and words.

But unlike the others, the words were harsher, and it seemed like whoever wrote the book had a personal grudge against them.

“Arazabeth and Furrorfall…” Grave scoffs. “Oh...oh sweetie, who the fuck n a m e d you. Your names look like a German French guy had a seizure while naming you guys. Oh my frick I'm so sorry your names are t h a t fucked up-“ She laughs as she speaks, eyes scanning the rest of the page, eyes flicking over the words quickly, before landing on the instructions on how to ‘summon’. There were two sets of instructions, one for each ‘demon’.

They weren’t even hard. Two circles drawn in ashes, with symbols drawn inside of them, and two candles to light the ashes on fire. No incantations, no nothing.

Grave shrugs. It wasn’t exactly hard to do, she was bored as shit, and well, if it failed, the worse that would happen is death, so what’s not to like?

Burning paper easily provided her with ashes, which she carefully spread on the floor in the correct formations, keeping the circles a few feet apart just in case something actually happened. The attic was nice, and she didn’t want two ‘demons’ messing it all up if they actually showed up.

Quickly, the two candles were lit and Grave was sat in front of the summoning circles with the book in front of her, looking at the ashes that sat on the ground, and the small flames burning on the two candles she managed to sneak up.

She laughs, beginning to joke around, dancing around the circles and just is stupid in general.

“Bippity boppity boo, rise, fellow gamers, r i s e.” She jokes while moving around the circles.

She only stops when her foot kicks one of the candles, sending it crashing into the ashes, which light up instantaneously, the fire seemingly jumping to light the other circle feet away, leaving her with two roaring circles of fire.

Panic starts to rise as Grave thinks she’s burnt her house down in that instant, but then something starts to happen. The fire grows, but it seems to shift, the colours shifting to purple and red as silhouettes start to appear from within them.

Grave acts fast, grabbing a nearby water gun, leaping into the egg chair she had dragged up there inside her blanket fort, hiding from whatever was coming through those damn fires.

She can hear shuffling, two pairs of feet moving around and she hides more, pulling herself in, water gun ready when she hears voices.

“Okay, what in the something happened?” A feminine sounding voice speaks; sounding frustrated, and she can hear movement.

“I have no idea, one second we were at home, and now we’re here…” a much deeper voice speaks in answer, though it sounds less confident, the sound wavering slightly as it hits Grave’s ears.

Grave frowns, poking her head out from her hiding place, catching the attention of what look to be two normal humans.

“Are you guys German-French seizure number 1 and 2?” She questions, earning confused and surprised looks from whatever was looking at her.

“I mean, maybe?” The larger dude speaks, sounding confused. The considerably smaller feminine one frowns, raising one of their eyebrows as they watch Grave. Their green eyes flick down to the book on the floor, gingerly picking it up and looking at the pages displayed.

“I’m guessing you summoned us with this?” They question, pointing to the pages on the book, keeping their distance from Grave as they speak.

Grave nods, clearing her throat as she comes out of hiding slightly.

“I um… I have no idea how to say either of your names, so…” She points to the book into the feminine one’s hand. “If you could say your names, that would be nice.” The feminine one scrunches their face.

“Well, we don’t actually go by those names… I’m known as Hannah, and this is my twin brother Iden.” The feminine one clarifies, pointing between them.

“And yes, I did. W-well, I didn’t mean to, but yeah-“ Grave explains, looking at the two beings in her attic.

“Didn’t mean to, well, what were you trying to do?” The taller one asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as they look at Grave where she now sits on the floor, staring up at them.

"I was just joking around really but then boom, you guys are here and my mom is coming home in three hours-" Grave starts to panic, and the smaller one seems to perk up at that, the dark aura around Grave increasing in their vision, worrying them. Grave looks up slightly as the smaller one gets closer to the ground, face suddenly soft and comforting, voice gentle.

“Hey, hey, calm down, what’s happening here? No need to get panicked.” They reassure, their hands held up in a comforting gesture, open and calm. They suddenly looked very kind, much more so than Grave thought possible. The bigger one joined them now, kneeling down as well, eyebrows now looking concerned for Grave, though she didn’t know why.

"I-I found the book at the library and asked the librarian about it and she said she might've saw it before but she doesn’t really remember and now you're here and if my mom finds you guys she'll kill me but a y y y that's a-okay-" Grave starts to ramble, though she gets cut off when she feels the small, soft touch of a hand on her leg, looking up to see the smaller counterpart, eyes now full of concern. Hannah could see her aura darkening fast, and the thoughts inside the girl’s head weren’t pleasant, and Hannah wanted to end them.

"Stop, stop. Look, we don’t know you, you don’t know us. But whatever you read about us, it’s not true. We wont let that happen, okay?" They reassure, hand light and careful on Graves leg. “Just breathe.” They reassure again, voice soft and cautious.

“O-okay.” Grave nods, taking a long breath, looking at the smaller counterpart, who smiles gently, shifting their hand to their shoulder.

“Good, how old are you, kid?” They ask, gentle and cautious, not wanting to scare Grave away form them, not wanting her to panic. The dark aura around her had dissipated slightly, and Hannah wanted it to stay that way.

“I-I’m 14.” Grave answers quietly, watching the other two’s faces. Something flashes over them, but she can’t tell what. The bigger one speaks now, his voice equally gentle and kind.

“Okay, well, lets just stay calm. What needs to be done before your mum comes home?” He asks, smiling gently at Grave as he speaks, small dimples appearing in his cheeks.

“I just need to clean the kitchen and maybe get you guys out of here.” Grave explains timidly, still a bit scared. The two sigh in what seems to be relief, smiling. The big one speaks again.

“Well, we can take care of the kitchen, and head out after that, if that’s cool?” The bigger one asks, though the smaller one frowns, looking at Grave, removing their hand from her shoulder.

“You do know how to desummon us, right?” They question, voice quiet and hushed.

“I can just clean the kitchen myself and no I absolutely do not, thank you for asking.” The two beings blanch at this, looking at one another nervously.

“Maybe it’s in the book…” The taller one proposes, the smaller one picking up the book once again and flipping through the pages, though the suck in of air doesn’t signify anything good.

“Aaaand it’s been ripped out. Shit.” The smaller being curses, huffing and dropping the book on the floor, exchanging a look with the taller being.

“Hm, well this is a slight fucking problem-“ Grave curses, earning nods from both beings.

“Yeah, it looks like you might be stuck with us for a while, unless you have a summoning request?” Hannah questions, looking at Grave with one eyebrow cocked up, inquisitive.

“I have about exactly none, so this is just peachy.” Grave groans, frustrated and worried.

“Okay, well, don’t panic, we could just… hide for tonight and get this sorted tomorrow.” Iden tries to comfort her, not wanting her to spiral, looking to Hannah for help, though at this point, she was just trying to figure out what to do.

“Seems cool. Would you like the guest bedrooms or the attic?” Grave asks, calming slightly at the beings reassurance. The taller one chuckles.

“We can hide up here no problem, less chance of being seen.” He explains, smiling once again, the smaller one sighing and giving Grave a thumbs up.

“Alright, just don’t touch the weird looking black button unless you like alarms.” Grave warns, starting to leave the attic to go and clean up. The two beings nods, Iden flashing her a big smile and reassuring her.

“Gotcha, no touching of buttons.” He repeats as she closes the door to the attic behind her.

“Thank you, I must go now. I have a kitchen to clean and a lady to meet.”

The next day was all about seeing Eleanor and asking for some answers. And as Grave knocks on the front door of the librarian’s house, she wonders if this is a good idea.

But its too late to back out as the door is opened and Grave is invited inside by Eleanor’s wife, Nellie, who smiles warmly at her as she leads her into the dining room, where Eleanor is sitting with a kettle full of tea, ready for Grave.

“Hey, hun, what’s up? You look stressed.” Eleanor makes a swift observation as Grave sits down, and Grave sighs. Is she really about to tell her? Fuck it, yes she is.

“So, I uh, may have used the book, and now I have two… people in my house. They might be demons, I don’t know, but they say they’re twins and I just, I need some help.” Grave admits, watching as Eleanor’s face glazes over, her expression more serious.

“Bring them over, I’d like to see them again.” Again? What the fuck did that mean. Grave was about to nod and try to find the two at her house again, but turns out she didn’t have to. As soon as the words were spoken, something seemed to open up, the two aforementioned ‘demons’ stepping out of it.

Grave instinctually scoots away slightly, but Eleanor seemed unfazed, her face contorting into a genuine smile Grave can’t understand.

“Hello! Long time no see!” She greets the two, to Grave’s surprise, earning smiles form the two demons in response. The smaller one in particular waves kindly at her, eyes crinkling in a genuine smile.

Grave mutters to her self now, utterly lost and confused by the entire situation playing out in front of her.

“How do you know then and how the heck did you two get here right now I’d like some answers please-“

“It’s complex how we got here and really not worth explaining, and also, it’s really nice to see you again Eleanor.” Hannah greets, voice light and airy as she goes up to Eleanor, getting a warm hug from the woman in response.

“Okay yeah cool just leave me in the dark about that that’s fine-“ Grave argues, huffing as Hannah is released from the hug and looks at her.

“It’s a lot, and believe me its not that great, maybe I’ll tell you at some point.” Hannah explains, though she is cut off by the bigger demon, Iden as he now goes to talk to Eleanor.

“That reminds me, Eleanor, do you remember how to desummon us?” Iden enquires, watching Eleanor’s reactions as she thinks it over.

Eleanor frowns, looking at the twins. “Oh, I wish I did, but no.” Hannah winces, turning to Grave and frowning once again.

“Well, that’s not great. Kid, you sure you haven’t got a summoning request? It can be anything, but we kinda need one if you wanna get us out of your hair for good.” Hannah explains, watching Grave as she talks, folding her arms in frustration and worry.

“Um… how simple can it be?” Grave asks.

“Literally anything, really. Anything you want.” Hannah reassures, not wanting to stress Grave out, since it would be unnecessary and cruel at this point.

“Sit down and have tea with us!” Grave exclaims, grinning at the twins, who look surprised to say the least, though smiles form on both their faces.

“Well, who can say no to that.” Hannah remarks, chuckling, as the two join Grave and Eleanor at the table, chatting and sipping on tea.

None of them would have imagined that this ridiculous, accidental meeting would make way to a very long lasting friendship through Grave’s teenage hood into adulthood.

#ocs #original characters #original story #not my oc #others ocs #writing with friends #writing #demon ocs #fallen angel ocs #angel ocs #sleepisafuckinglie #grave #just a bunch of idiots #summoning #House of Hell

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cannedapricot · 6 years

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Police Officer! Hwang Minhyun

happy one month of scenarios from cannedapricot!! i can’t believe it’s been a month already! here’s a super short and hopefully sweet police officer! hwang minhyun. no one has gifed minhyun in the police uniform yet bUT IT’S OK I LOVE THIS GIF TOO

welcome to hongdae’s main police station

if you enter and head down the hallway, then turn right, you’ll be met with the sight of a couple dozen cops buzzing around the office

some interrogating sleasy looking men

some annoyed that they have to deal with the same crowd of teenagers again.

minhyun worked as a senior inspector at this very station

it wasn’t super high on the ranks but it was certainly impressive for this age (i think,,,, don’t quote me on it)

his co-workers loved calling him the emperor of the station because reALLY THAT’S WHAT HE’S LIKE

he sank back into his chair, tired eyes gazing over the hectic office

and downed his nth cup of coffee for the evening

this was a normal sight in the station

people talking in hushed tones, phones ringing, someone from thaT ONE SQUAD OF TEENAGERS THROWING UP

OVER THE NEWLY CLEANED FL O O R

MINHYUN LOWKEY WANTS TO THROW UP HIMSELF

INH A L ES

IT’s ok

it was worse on a friday night

or saturday early morning

minhyun was just,,,,, ready for a nap

and so without knowing, his eyes end up closing by themselves

until he was woken by junior inspector! jaehwan

“lol hyung if your that tired we could change spots-”

“as long as i’m breathing, you’re not getting promoted”

he has no idea how jaehwan even made it thus far

“what do you need now?”

minhyun says as he sits up in his chair

“we finaLLY GOT YOU AN ASSISTANT!!!!”

“what”

“all of us thought that you were working way too hard,,,, sOOOOooOoOO WE GOT YOU A GIFT!!!”

“i’m not a thing to be given, kim jaehwan”

you said, popping into minhyun’s sight from behind jaehwan

“oops??”

you ignored jaehwan lol

“hi!! i’m y/n! i’ll be assisting you from now on!!!!”

“oh,,,, uh,,,, hi,,,,, are you trained?”

trained???

what are you???? a dog????

honestly,,,,

you were just looking for a job to earn some extra money while you look for a stable job

and as if it was a miracle!!!11!!111

your old friend fromm high school, kim jaehwan, rang you up and asked if you were interested in working with a good looking dude

aka him

you shot him down

“ok how about a more average looking dude”

you agreed because wow you were running out of instant noodles

and real quick too

hE NEVER TOLD YOU ANYTHING ABOUT THIS JOB????

HE JUST CAME OVER ONE DAY AND SORTA KIDNAPPED YOU OVER TO THE STATION

YOU WERE NOT DRESSED PROFFESSIONALLY

to this day, you’re still suspicious about how jaehwan knew you needed a job

he said that he had magical powers

in reality though

he saw your snapchat story

ft. your cat and you complaining about how much your wallet was crying

and thought about how tired minhyun looked everyday

anD CONNECTED DOTS

back to your awk asf meeting with your boss

“ha,,,, tr a in e d????”

“o H,,,,, UM IT’S OK,,, I’LL JUST TEACH YOU HOW TO DO THE PAPERWORK”

cue jaehwan wiping invisible tears

“ah,,,, minhyun finally gets to relax a little *fake sobs*”

“you can leave now”

you and minhyun say at the same time

and you figured that the two of you would get along just fine

skip forward a few weeks

you and minhyun weren’t the stiff pair from two weeks ago

in fact, you two didn’t seem like just co-workers

after taking off some of the weight from minhyun’s shoulders, minhyun seemed more energetic

instead of sitting at his desk tiredly after a day of work, he’d bring in two cups of hot coffee and meet you with a bright smile

you would return his smile of course

you and minhyun had this system were you would take most of the paper work and minhyun would take care of anything that requires him to physically be there lol

and he would return every evening with two cups of coffee and his 1000000 watt smile

iT WAS ADORABLE

ALL THE OTHER OFFICERS LOWKEY COO OVER YOU TWO

IT WAS LIKE YOU GUYS WERE AN OLD MARRIED COUPLE TO BE HONEST

IT SEEMED LIKE YOU’VE DONE THIS JOB TOGETHER FOR YEARS

also,,,, they’ve seen the way minhyun looks away from his share of the work just to stare at you

he loves how hard working you are

of course, you were adorable normally buT SOMEHOW

YOU GET 10x MORE WHEN YOU’RE CONCENTRATING

but uh

minhyun was hopeless with girls

his co-workers figured that out

with a helpful tip off from jaehwan lmao

they legit have a group chat dedicated to playing cupid for you two

mostly gossips though

“heY JAEHWAN HAVE THEY COME BACK FROM THEIR STROLL YET???”

by stroll they mean the night duties minhyun has around the block

he takes you along with him soooooo 👀👀👀👀

you’d be lying if you said that minhyun didn’t look 10x as good under the streetlights at night

you’d also be lying if you said that you had no feelings for him

YOU LOWKEY GET A HEART ATTACK WHENEVER YOU LOOK AT HIM

HOW DOES SOMEONE SO ETHEREAL EXIST

and his cute actions don’t help either

he openly complains to you whenever some drunk person throws up on the tiles he cleaned personally h o u r s before

spoiler

he looks cute whining

you didn’t think he cared as much about you as you care for him

untilll ll ll lllllll 👀 👀 👀 👀

one day

you weren’t feeling 100%

so you rang up the station and told them that you were gonna take a day off

but for some reason cough the other officers purposely didn’t say anything cough minhyun didn’t get the message

when he arrived at the station, he expected you to be at your desk (less than three meters away from his own) like you were every day

bUT YOU WE R EN ‘T

enter: panic mode

he thinks that you had enough of him and quit without telling him

minhyun gets your address from jaehwan

who was totally ready and even had your address written down on a piece of paper

minhyun didn’t even think about it lol

he zoomed over to your place

you were just lounging on your couch, your roommate gone to work for the day

you were trying your best to not let snot flow out of your nose l ma o

while going through your phone

until you heard,

frANTIC KNOCKING

your phone dropped onto your face

thAT SHIT HURTS

YOUR CAT RAN AWAY FROM YOU FROM THE NOISE IT MADE LMAO

wincing, you shuffle towards the door

not looking through the peephole, you open the door, still rubbing your nose lol

there stood hwang minhyun, emperor of the hongdae police station, trying his best to catch his breath

THE BOY RAN ALL THE WAY HERE

PROPS TO YOU MY MAN

“what- minhyun? what are you doing-”

minhyun suddenly holds you in a tight ass hug

“i’m so sorry for whatever i’ve done to offend you,,,, please don’t hate me”

you’re confused™

“what are you talking about? i took a day off because i wasn’t feeling well”

O H

W E L L

I S N ’ T T H I S A W K W A R D

clears throat awkwardly

also releases you awkwardly

rubs neck awkwardly

“i thought that,,,, maybe i did something,,,,, and you quit the job,,,”

he said his voice getting smaller with each word

yOU LAUGHED

“YOU’RE ADORABLE”

minhyun becomes mintomato

“a-anyway,,, you said you weren’t feeling well? i guess i’ll make you some soup then.”

he pushes you aside and lets himself in

iNHALES SHARPLY

THE MESS YOU HAVE MADE WITH YOUR TISSUES

“y/n. what is this?”

“ah shit”

minhyun turns to you with the creepiest smile

you immediately ran to chuck the used tissues away

minhyun somehow digs out your rubber gloves and sanitizer in the meantime

and starts spraying e v e r y t h i n g

makes you sit on the couch and not do anything

after he’s satisfied that everything was spotless

he turns to make you soup

you sigh in relief because thaNK THE HEAVENS YOUR ROOMMATE WENT GROCERY SHOPPING YESTERDAY

so you sit on the couch, on your phone, as minhyun slaves away in the kitchen

you look over once in a while

you saw him cutting vegetables (bOYF MATERIAL RIGHT THERE LADIES)

you also saw him ringing up the station presumably making some excuse that he couldn’t make it anymore (the co-workers know exactly what he was doing tho 👀👀)

then you saw him mucking around on his phone

seemingly like he was texting???

jaehwan perhaps

bUT UNKNOWN TO YOU

MINHYUN WAS GOING OVER WHAT TO SAY FOR HIS GREAT CONFESSION PLAN™

while the soup was taking it’s time obviously

he was typing out phrases in his messaging app

the contact being you

y/n i like you. date me

too straight-forward. no

y/n your honestly the most prettiest girl i’ve ever met lets go on a date

ew too cheesy. no

y/n i like you and your dumb quirks. even though your sick right now, you’re still the most adorable human being i’ve ever seen

lol too dumb. no-

oH SHIT

HIS THUMB BRUSHED THE SEND BUTTON

AND

SENT

HE HEARS THE DING FROM THE OTHER ROOM

OH SHI-

“hey minhyun did you just send me a message?”

“y ea h ?”

he squeaked

you chuckle

“hey,, come here for a bit”

he shuffles over

you pull him by the collar and press a small kiss on his cheek

“i like you and your dumb clean freak self as well”

minhyun squeaks again

in happiness

“so,,,,,, are we,,,,, you know,,,,, a thing now?”

“if you want us to be”

yOU WERE SMILING SO BRIGHT

MINHYUN COULDN’T HELP BUT LET OUT A CUTE GRIN

“what excuse did you tell the station?”

you asked

“i said that my girlfriend was sick and i had to take care of her”

???????????

LIES

minhyun actually said something about his dog being sick

was he implying that you were a dog????? because minhyun doesn’t own a dog??????

you’re a trained dog now

minhyun grows red in embarassment

whAT DID HE JUST SA Y

and he withers in it until you realize something

“um minhyun?”

“yeah?”

“the soup,,,,, it’s boiling and spashing out,,,,,”

MINHYUN BASICALLY FLASHED HIS WAY INTO THE KITCHEN

YOU’VE NEVER SEEN SOMEONE RUN SO FAST IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE

ENJOY THE REST OF YOUR LIFE WITH AN IDIOT POLICE OFFICER YOU NOOB

wow isn’t minhyun lowkey kinda ooc here. this is the shortest thing i’ve ever written at 1.6k,,,,, but it still took fo r ev er. DISCLAIMER: i have no idea about how the police work,,, everything here is from my imagination and the dramas i’ve watched sodufbvsb

in other news, wanna one has wrecked apricot, she is no longer alive. i juST WANT ONGNIEL TO BE HAPPY SOBS

in other, other news, happy one month kiddos!!! i love you all and stay healthy!! full length scenarios will be back after my exams!!! wait for me <3333

#wanna one #hwang minhyun #produce 101 #police officer! au #broduce 101 #wanna one scenarios #kpop #kpop scenarios #pledis #nuest scenarios #nuest #hwang minhyun scenarios #wanna one imagines #wanna one aus #hwang minhyun imagines #hwang minhyun aus

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lilyenderborn · 6 years

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Soulmate AND enemies name on your wrist. With Lalna, Rythian and one other?

(Sorry this took so long this ended up being 2500 words that I will post to AO3 but first for you)

The names had appeared when he’d stepped through the door.One seemed familiar to him from before the door though the memories werefading. The other he felt he’d read somewhere else. He blinked slightly lookingaround himself tracing the letters on his left wrist slowly before lookingaround. He’d ended up in a small town of some kind.

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?” He jumped nowseeing the girl next to him.

“Who?”

“Oh I’m Zoeya. Zoeya Proasheck. And you are?” Sheasked smiling at him.

“Uh… D…Duncan?”

“Full name remember?” Zoeya said putting her armsbehind her back.

“Um Duncan Lalna Jones?” He said more as a question gulping slightly.

“Hmm…” She looked at both her wrists beforeshaking her head. “Nope your neither my heart’s one true love nor mygreatest rival. So I guess you’re pretty average.” She said before puttingher hands on her hips.

“Wait what are you talking about?”

“Oh? You must be really new around here. Why didn’t thereaper who brought you here tell you?” Zoeya asked curiously.

“I wasn’t…I mean… I didn’t pay attention.Excitement of moving and then suddenly I was here.” Duncan mentioned.

“Oh ok well we all have two names visible only toourselves written on our wrists. It’ll either be a first or middle name whichis why I asked. I don’t have a middle name so I’m guessing whoever has my namehas my first or last.” Zoeya explained.

“So, what do they mean?”

“Oh! One name is your soulmate. You know the personyou’re supposed to fall in love with. The other is more like your sworn enemyor rival though the reaper said it may not be that severe they have seen it goterrible and the name never fades even in death so you’ll never know till youmeet them.” Zoeya explained again before waving, “anyway it was nicemeeting you Mr. Lalna”.

He shook his head again looking tracing the lettersL-E-W-I-S slowly on his left wrist before moving to his right and tracingR-Y-T-H-I-A-N. He wondered how the names seemed so familiar to him beforeshaking his head. He needed to gather supplies to settle in.

As the days past he settled and he met others in thevillage. There weren’t many but one caught his curiousity. A Mage. When hefirst met the man he felt a strange pit in his stomach. His name was Rythianand he was one of the names on his wrists.

“Lalna…” He turned to the heavily robed man. Hisfirst name nearly forgotten to even himself now hearing his middle spoken everyday. “We need to speak.”

“Oh no. What did Teep tell you this time?” Duncanasked crossing his arms.

“That you’ve been doing horrible science experimentsout in the desert on monsters. I told you the way of the scientist is a darkpath to follow.” Rythian said moving closer. His voice was firm but gentleas though giving a lecture over again.

“And I told you I’m not trying to stick to one path it’snot fair to limit myself like that.” Duncan said shaking his head.

“Lalna…please for me try to be a more peaceful tothose around us.” Rythian said sighing. Duncan’s head started to feel likeit was starting to split apart. He desperately tried to form the word no as hismind flashed images that made no sense.

A man hooked up to several tubes and wires barely evenconscious as a black substance was pumped into his veins. Several other longblack creatures were suspended in some sort of substance next to the familiarman. A weak voice repeated the phrase, “please…”

His head felt as though it wasn’t going to last much longeras the words finally left him.

“Ok…ok….” As the light came back he realizedhe was on his knees gripping his head behind his right ear. Rythian’s eyes werewide in fear and confusion at what had just happened. He bent down to his levelslowly.

“Lalna?” Rythian asked reaching up before the manpulled away from the touch. “Lalna? What…what happened to you?”

“I…I don’t know.” He said wincing letting hishead go looking at his wrists. “It was like I had to say yes to you. Icouldn’t form any other answer when you asked like that.” There was a longsilence between them before Rythian’s voice piped up.

“Lalna? Are we rivals or soulmates?” Duncan lookedup to see Rythian looking at his own wrists.

“I don’t know. I actually don’t know. I know that Iwant to say soulmate but I don’t like the idea that you can accidentallycontrol me like that. On the other hand, if we are rivals can you promise tonever take it very far?” Duncan whispered.

“I promise.” Rythian said nodding sticking hishand out. Duncan shook it giving a weak smile to the man.

The town would end up getting destroyed in the middle of afight without them knowing who was whose name. Duncan received a letter shortlyafter moving about a job offer to be the technician of some factory. He vaguelyknew of his employers as heroes from a distant land that wanted to retire fromheroic work.

As he walked up to the meeting place his head throbbedslightly reminding him of his last talk with Rythian. A dwarf was happilychatting with a taller man.

“Eh hey you the tech?” The dwarf spoke up turningto Duncan.

“Uh yeah you Honeydew?” Duncan asked. The man beathis chest proudly.

“That’s me. And this is my best mate, Xeph.” Thetaller man noticeably fidgeted at this introduction.

“Honeydew…I told you I hate that nickname. Why mustyou shorten my last name?” He mentioned. Duncan blinked slightly.

“No matter. It’s Lalna right?” Honeydew askedglancing the man over.

“If you’d like sure. Lalna’s my middle name that justseemed to catch on more than my first.” He said rubbing the back of hishead slightly.

“Ah so you’re in the same predicament that my mate’sin. Everyone just likes the sound of his surname. So exotic…” There wasa soft thud sound as the taller man punched the dwarf in the shoulder.

“Dew….Dew…” The man stammered.

“It’s ok jeez Lewis take a couple deep breaths if youneed. Lalna and I will get started on my grand plan.” Honeydew mentionedgesturing Duncan to follow. Duncan on the other hand had to process the namebefore hurrying after the dwarf. He had already began speaking before callingout to the dazed man.

“Oi! Feels like I’m talking to myself over here.”Honeydew called pausing further ahead.

“Sorry sorry. Just something you said earlier…” Duncansaid running up standing next to him. “It caught me off guard.” Hecontinued rubbing his wrist slightly.

“Something I said?” He thought for a few secondsas though trying to remember.

“About your mate back there.”

“Oh you mean Lewis? He’s a bit odd since giving up thehero life but to be honest he never suited the hero life.” Honeydewmentioned. Duncan opened his mouth to ask more but was stopped by the dwarf.“Now it’s rude of me to of given my mates first name and yet you stillhave yet to give yours.”

“O…oh…oh…” Lalna rubbed the back of hisneck. “It’s Duncan. I guess I just stopped giving it after finding one ofthe names on my wrist.”

“Yeah? How’d that go for ya Dunc?” Honeydew askedglancing back behind them.

“Please don’t call me that. Anyway, he had my middlename on his and it didn’t go bad but he had the ability to control me with asingle word.”

“What word was that, Duncan.” Honeydew said verypoignantly.

“Please.” He said sighing.

“How is that physically possible?"Duncan jumpedhearing the voice behind them.

"Ah welcome back Lewis you feeling better now?”Lewis rubbed his hands nervously.

“Yeah but anyway how can someone control you with asingle word?” Lewis asked seemingly different from before.

“I don’t know. Rythian looked through every magic heknew and came up with nothing.” He said shrugging. Honeydew picked up apick axe handing a blueprint that Duncan had just noticed to the taller manbefore waving.

“I’m going mining for marble and materials. You two canwork out the details been to long since I’ve been in a hole.” He calledwaving over his shoulder.

Lewis blinked opening the paper reading really quick beforehis eyes widened quickly glancing to his arm. He closed it quickly as Duncanpeaked over to see what it was his cheek glowing red.

“What’s wrong?”

“Um uh nothing! Why would you think something iswrong?!” He said quickly. “Say um how do you spell your first name?Honeydew wants to get all our names on here.”

“Oh… Um… D.U.N.C.A.N.” He blinked slightly asthe man seemed to quickly look down again at his arm. Now the red in his cheekswere turning a soft blue color.

“Whoa what the… What’s wrong with you? That’s notnormal!” Duncan said wide eyed. Lewis was already trying to hide his face.

“I…I…” Was all he managed out walkingbackwards before turning running back towards the river. Duncan blinkedslightly confused before jumping.

“Oi dumbass techie what did you do to my bestmate?” The dwarf had reappeared behind him. Duncan clutched his chestlooking to the man whose arms were crossed the pick axe from before leaningagainst his leg.

“Don’t sneak up on me like that! By Notch! I didn’t doanything he started to go red and then this blue color.”

“You really aren’t the sharpest tool are youtechie?” Honeydew said shaking his head.

“What do you mean? My full title is Dr. Duncan I’llhave you know.” Duncan said crossing his arms.

“Just because you have the title doesn’t mean you useyour brain that often. Look Lewis isn’t Craftian. He’s not from this thisplanet. He said he’s from a distant planet. So, some things with him are a bitdifferent like the blushing blue thing.”

“Wait why was he blushing?” Duncan asked frowned.Honeydew face palmed slightly.

“You’re on his wrist dummy.”

“Wait what? How do you know that?”

“He told me. His sworn enemy was the ancient evil wefought against called Israphel. The other name was one we didn’t recognize.Until you.”

“Well what about you then?” Duncan asked hidinghis own his wrist his cheeks going red.

“Oh I found both of mine. My soul mate was a lovelylady who lost her life during the fight. And my rival is Lewis.” Honeydewsaid shrugging placing his hands into his pockets looking towards the river.

“Lewis is your rival? But I thought he’s your bestmate.”

“He is but like any mates we butt heads a lot.Sometimes it gets out of hand but we always go back to being friends. You saidyou found one of the names but didn’t know which one it was.”

“Yeah but I don’t want Rythian to be my swornenemy.” Duncan said looking down to his right wrist.

“Even a rival can be a soulmate just in a differentsense.”

“Where did you learn that?”

“Lewis. When my soulmate died in the fight. You don’tget a redo in names and he wanted to try to help me.” He said shaking hishead. “It’s getting dark. Help me set up a sleeping shack. You canapologize to my mate when he gets back.”

He never heard the door to their shack open as he laidstaring at his left wrist. He traced the letters slowly before jumping hearingthe voice next to him.

“Is that one the Mage?” He looked to see the tallman from before.

“Do both of you move without making any noise?”

“Sorry old habits from the fight. We made extra noisearound each other to not scare the other.” He said lowly rubbing the backof his head. Even in the dark Duncan could see the the red creeping back up. Hesighed sitting up in the bed making enough room for him to sit on the edge. Hewatched the man hesitate before obliging.

“So?”

“No no it’s not Rythian’s. I don’t know this person orI guess I feel like I should know.” Duncan shrugged. “It makes myhead hurt.”

“What do you mean?” Lewis asked glancing hearingthe dwarf shift in a bed across from them.

“Um it’s hard to explain. I didn’t get here by a reaperbut I don’t remember how I got here. I feel like when I first read the name Iknew it but then I forgot. I don’t know it sounds stupid.”

“It’s odd but stupid isn’t the word I’d use. Can I seethe name?” Lewis asked before looking away, “if that’s ok with you Imean.”

“See? Zoeya said that only I could see themarkings.” Duncan said blinking.

“Oh right where did Honeydew put my bag?” The mangot up moving to the bed next to him. Duncan watched him rummage for a minutebefore heading back. There was a marker in his hand. “Trace the letterswith this.”

He hesitated at taking the marker spotting the actual namethey’d been speaking of. Lewis deflated slightly.

“Is something wrong?”

“It’s just…the name is um…”

“Do…would I know them? Did you tell Honeydew when youwere talking?” Lewis asked quickly but quietly as the dwarf in questiongrunted and shifted.

“Um…yeah…” Duncan said his cheeks starting towarm up. Lewis looked down at his own wrist his cheeks now slowly going red.

“One for one?” Came his voice softer than beforeas though he didn’t want to suggest it.

“You show yours?” Duncan asked his voice squeakingslightly. Lewis nodded in response. Duncan looked down before nodding.

“Ok you trace first and then I’ll trace.” Lewissaid still holding the marker out. Duncan bit his lip slightly before takingsit. Gently tracing the letters L-E-W-I-S still keeping his wrist out of sightof the man.

He handed the marker back and waited patiently for the manto finish. The man studied the newly made marks before nodding to himselfDuncan now realizing there was physical light coming from the man’s eyes.

“Count of three?” Duncan asked and the man noddedslowly. “Ok, One…” He began.

“Two…” Lewis continued slowly.

“Three.” Duncan finished showing his wrist to theman as he matched the movement. Duncan looked over reading the lettersD-U-N-C-A-N. His breathe got caught in his throat.

“Du… Dunc…Dunc…Dunc…” He looked up to seehis cheeks the blue color again. His eyes very bright.

“Whoa…Lewis…um calm please. You’ll wake….”He stopped as the man wrapped his arms around his neck pulling him into a hug.

“Dunc…Dunc…”

“Yeah…I know, or at least now I understand just calmdown ok? We’ll talk better tomorrow.” Duncan said placing his hand on theman’s arm. The man slowly nodded letting him go.

“To…to…”

“Tomorrow.” Duncan said slowly and patiently. Lewisnodded again moving to his own bed.

“And then we can talk properly about all of this.”He added watching the man squirm slightly. He took a deep breath before layingdown. Duncan followed suit taking note of a small chuckle from Honeydew.

#soulmate au #rival au #My writing #might come back to this man #he's connected to an old doctor of mine #he just wanted to escape #and forget #asks

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The B In Baejin Is For Boyfriend Material

• who?: Wanna One's Bae Jinyoung • genre: 🌸 • type: bullet point blog navigator. • pure fluff of what Jinyoung would be like as a boyfriend on campus kdlsjskdjsj I'm honestly really terrible at the boyfriend type of content because I'm not good at speculating or assuming how people actually are in real life. But this was fun to do and I hope it isn't a total flop. Thank you for requesting this anon!! - Admin L

• first of all, regardless of what college you apply to or enrol in, Jinyoung would be super supportive • even if your dream college and his dream college were 200 miles away • luckily, you guys somehow got into the same college • hell yeah • you wouldn't see your boyfriend for awhile because you're too busy packing and getting ready for college • but this is Bae Jinyoung we're talking about • *ring ding dong* • you peel open the door to reveal a smiling Baejin, hands filled with packing materials such as masking tape • "yah ~ aren't you supposed to be getting ready as well? Why are you here?" • "i'm here to help!" • you sigh and raise your eyebrows at him • then again, you aren't actually complaining about it • who wouldn't want to have your boyfriend around • and helping you • Jinyoung's house is closer than yours to the institute so he doesn't have much to bring to his dorm • he can travel that half an hour every weekend • your situation is different • much different • a dozen of your things are packed and ready to be shipped to college with you • which is practical because you can't be travelling 5 hours up and down every day • you need everything in your dorm • literally • including that cute plushie Jinyoung gifted you on your birthday to sleep with • otherwise, you know you won't be able to fall asleep • your roommate is cool with you pretty much occupying the entire dorm since they too live extremely close to the college • you love your roommate already • let's not lie Jinyoung is probably decent at packing and being neat • sure, he's no Minhyin but he makes an effort to try and help • folds your clothing • realises it's his sweater he thought he lost last Winter • Baejin sighs but smiles and tucks it in your luggage anyway • his baby WILL wear his clothes • stops to observe the things you packed and realises you have like 500 boxes of household equipment • "....love, how much stuff do you actually need?" • "LovE hOW muCH STufF dO YOu acTUALLy NeED" you reply • *insert Spongebob meme* • "you will help me carry it to my room, won't you?" • your voice drips with honey, sickeningly sweet and begging • Jinyoung pinches your cheek gently, "ahh, I can't. I'm moving in two days after you, remember?" • "yah! is that your reason for moving in after?" • a cheeky smile spreads on his face but before you can retort something snarky, he presses his soft lips to yours • packing is forgotten • you are sad you're moving in before your boyfriend does • he doesn't forget your move in date • at first, your parents were going to drive you and your things over • surprise • on that day, it was Bae Jinyoung and your parents who showed up in the car to pick you • you nearly melted into tears • he lives far away from you so any unscheduled meet up is rare and always makes you cry • bc he doesn't have to make that 5?? 6?? hour journey to and fro • but he chose to • well duh, it's for you • he's that type of person let him live • your parents were in on it too • the car ride to college is one of the more enjoyable ones you have had in your life • Jinyoung is so charming your parents fell for him immediately • he's talking about baking, politics and gardening all at once to both your parents • it's amusing • and you really wouldn't have it any other way • look at your boyfriend and family getting along so well • he bouta be part of the family soon • wink wonk • your parents love him as much as you do • maybe even more • as soon as the car is parked, your parents venture out to sip tea in one of the on-campus cafes, promising to see you before they leave for the long drive back • your legs are so wobbly you can't even stand up straight anymore • pins and needles are a PAIN • thankfully, you have an amazing boyfriend by the name of Bae Jinyoung to assist you in balancing • both of you make multiple trips back and forth, each time the load of boxes seemingly heavier • djosapdkdl you realise it's going to take the entire day even if you started at 7am • Baejin pulls out his phone. "Hi Jay, clear my schedule for today. I'm really busy right now" • eventually, you do finish up unloading and unpacking every box and bid your family goodbye • you let your lips linger on Jinyoung's for a few more seconds than usual • "it's never a goodbye kiss, Y/N." • of course, you are reunited on his move in day • the favour is returned by you helping to carry like two boxes of things • he only needed three boxes and one bag • wow • don't you love staying nearby • college starts and your life is flung into a flurry • you barely catch a glimpse of Jinyoung throughout the first couple of weeks but you two decide on a schedule • he walks you to your first lecture every odd week • and you buy him coffee after his classes every even week • sometimes, he just calls you out of your dorm to grab a pizza at the restaurant on campus • college isn't like this irl but • picnic dates at the picnic tables outside the cafeteria • cloud watching, enjoying the sun, just conversing and finally! relaxing after all the stress from your studies • Jinyoung takes a ton of pictures to save as his wallpaper • you talk about your troubles and spill everything during those sessions • it becomes somewhat therapeutic • when either of you has a bad day, you call each other as soon as classes end • "babe..." • "hang on babe. grab your coat, we're headed out" • it happens all the time • you grab dinner together and then go for a nice night stroll • such romantic • 110% mood improved • study dates in the library when it's finals season • it's meant to be a date but you guys concentrate so much on your studies and nearly forget each other's presence • the library closes late for night study etc • you're wrapped up in his sweater and poring over your notes, frantically trying to memorise information • whenever you look like you want to tear your hair out, Jinyoung takes your pen from you and scribbles on a post-it before stamping it in your notes • "take care of yourself! i love you. :)" • your binder is covered in those neon stickers and they make your heart melt every time you see them • always reminds you to eat and stay hydrated • buys you 'cheer up!' stationery such as ramen shaped erasers or a pen with a cute design • you never actually use them and you keep them in a special pen holder on your desk • your roommate teases you about it, especially when more stationery is added • when Jin gets frustrated, you always remind him that he is worth it and that he isn't going to screw up • hyping him so his confidence doesn't fall to where it used to be • to Baejin, your smile itself is enough to make his day • it only gets better when you leave handwritten notes and sometimes a small snack in his bag while he wasn't looking • walks in and out of the exam hall exuding confidence • one night, you fell asleep at the library, surrounded by all your books • Baejin can't exactly leave you there yet he doesn't want to wake you up • so he took over the graveyard shift from the student librarian just to keep the library open and operating • so that you could have a good sleep • and so that half the cohort could cram a night before finals • in the morning, you are forced to literally drag him out lest he miss his final • you blush when your friends tell you about his gesture • how extra™ • you shake your head out of embarrassment but your friends find his care adorable • he gets really shy when you confront him about it • "really? was there no better way to solve it? you could have woken me up you know?" • "ahh but if I did, you wouldn't have gotten an A* on your paper? would you?" he teases • hahaahahaha true • since it's after finals, Jinyoung decides to take you off campus on a date • he goes out of his way to obtain a special parking pass for campus parking • idk we have that here so ^ • "jin, wasn't that cafe over there? why are we headed to the carpark?" • you feel a bit overdressed for your usual spot but he told you to dress your best • Jinyoung tightens his grip around your hand and beams with a wink • "we're going off campus tonight, sweetheart" • S W E E T H E A R T • by the way, I should mention that he looks absolutely dashing in his suit and maroon tie • you're practically drooling and thanking God for your amazing boyfriend • he's glad he heeded Guanlin's fashion advice • anyway • you can hardly contain your excitement as it's been awhile since you got a break from the college scenery • when he sees your mouth stretching into a giant smile, Jinyoung can't help but grin too. • he's happy you're elated to the point that it can't be hidden • since he lives in the nearest city which is 30 minutes away, you take time to admire the foreign scenery • wow....I can't believe Jinyoung lives here.... it's so pretty • ....maybe one day that will be your hometown too • MOVING ON • Jinyoung takes you to the finest restaurant he knows • his mum ONLY brought her clients there to eat so he knows it's serious • parks his fancy car right next to the entrance • you're wondering how he can afford it • he's still in college • maybe he's in the mafia? or a stripper? • okay i'm sidetracking again I'm sorry • with your arms linked, Jinyoung walks up to the host and confidently says, "I have a reservation under Mr. Bae Jinyoung, table for two" • A S D F G H J K L • dinner isn't as tense as you figured it would be • there's still laughter, jokes, and small talk about your school life • it feels the same - if you minus the fanciness of the place - as one of your regular dates on campus • no matter what, Bae Jinyoung is your boyfriend. the type of date doesn't change who he is • the walks to class • the on-campus dates • staying up late to cram for finals • helping him with his presentation slides • going to watch a movie at the media centre • visiting his dorms with food in the middle of the day when you found out he had been cooped up in there and refused to eat lunch • thank you Daehwi • you propped your head in your hands, sighing but beaming • one hand reached out to grab Jinyoung's, he didn't complain • your hands intertwined lovingly • "my college days are so much better with you"

#Admin L #wanna one #wanna one scenarios #produce 101 #produce 101 scenarios #bae jinyoung #yoon jisung #ha sungwoon #hwang minhyun #kang daniel #ong seongwoo #kim jaehwan #park woojin #park jihoon #lee daehwi #lai guanlin

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Robin Castle | 14 years old | Son of Dionysus | Cabin Twelve | TAKEN

↳ T h e l i f e o f R o b i n C a s t l e —

Since booking his first dog food commercials at age three, Robin Castle has had an itch to be on the silver screen. He inherits it from his mother, Dove Castle, who was an extremely popular actress in the 90s until the mid 2000s. Dove went the way of many bright-eyed young hollywood starlets, and was unfortunately typecast too often in roles, leaving her name to join many others in the forgotten wasteland of almost-stars. However, she did catch the eye of Dionysus, who aside from partying, wine, and insanity, is also the god of theater and can appreciate an amazing talent when he sees one. On December 23rd, 2002, little Robin was born. With a shock of black curls and deep purple, almost black eyes that were completely reminiscent of his father, Dove was determined to make him a star, having her son live out the dream she never got to fully pursue.

Even if it appeared as if Robin was unknowingly thrust into the world of acting, he’s loved every minute of it. Minor roles were never satisfying enough. Robin wanted to be a leading man, not a cute little brother or neighbor boy. Luckily, his mother knew the industry inside and out and as his manager was able to book him all kinds of roles. Even with a busy schedule as his notoriety grew as a child actor, what Robin really wanted to do was genuine live theater. Although being on tv and movie sets was fun, there was nothing quite like being spotlit on a stage in front of a live audience. His biggest obstacle in acting wasn’t the professionalism or long work days or stress, but the dyslexia that made it hard to read his scripts.

Despite it being well-known and agreed upon by many directors in Hollywood that Robin has raw, unmatched talent for a kid his age, once the kid got older, he started to become less professional. The television series that rocketed his fame from age eight until twelve came to a conclusion when the director apparently lost his mind while working one-on-one with the young prodigy. With plenty of other roles under his belt by this point, and the director’s meltdown seemingly having no correlation with the child star, plenty of other producers were grabbing at the chance to get Robin’s name tacked onto their projects. Dove made sure to keep a watchful eye on her son as he started exhibiting more abilities, going so far as to contacting his father and convincing him to send them a satyr to act as Robin’s personal assistant.

The bright, dazzling lights of the city of stars began to bear down on Robin, exposing him to the darker sides of hollywood. As he racked up more awards for outstanding performances in film and television, his ego began to get the better of him. After getting caught engaging in hallucinogens for who knows how long, enough was enough for the momager. Of course Dove was concerned about her son’s health, especially considering what those kinds of drugs could do to a demigod, let alone one who was known to influence other people’s psyche, but she also couldn’t let this get out to the public and ruin Robin’s career, not when he was this young. She broke his current movie deal to send him to the only sort of rehabilitation center that she thought could have a serious impact on him: Camp Half-Blood.

↳ C a m p J u p i t e r ‘ s 8 – m o n t h l o c k d o w n —

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↳ P e r s o n a l i t y —

Robin enjoys being the center of attention, but doesn’t work for it in a loud or flamboyant way. The way he asserts himself is a more understated sort of dominance, something that has unfortunately grown as his ego gets larger as well. He tends to have a lack of a filter and has no issue in bragging about his accomplishments when prompted. He can also be quite serious when necessary. Sometimes, Robin can’t tell which parts of his character are his own genuine feelings, and which are traits left behind from previous roles.

Despite the occasional reality-check needed, Robin can be quite likeable when he wants to be. It helps that he uses his empathy, most of the time unknowingly, to endear himself towards others. The ability to make friends is something Robin has always had to be good at in his line of work, but he also has trust issues when it comes to people possibly wanting to get close to him because of his fame.

↳ A b i l i t i e s a n d w e a k n e s s e s —

✔ As a son of Dionysus, he can control plants, grape and strawberry vines at whim, though he’s never tapped into this ability. He can also cause and cure madness (causing, he has a lot more practice in).

‣ Like all Greek demigods, Robin suffers from ADHD (to keep him alert to threats) and, because his brain is hard-wired to read Greek, from dyslexia.

✘ General ignorance when it comes to the life of a demigod, especially when it comes to fighting and monsters. Has a slighter frame and isn’t particularly strong, also lets his ego get the best of him when he needs to ask for help.

↳ T h i n g s t o r e m e m b e r —

He’s a completely new arrival to Camp Half-Blood, knowing nothing until the day he reached camp. He’s gotten the basic run down from Chiron and knows the basics, but this is still and entirely foreign world to him.

Though fighting instincts come naturally, he’s completely unpracticed in all manners of fighting and other basic athletics.

Robin tends not to like kids is age, and has always preferred spending time with his older co-stars.

He’s a recovering addict

Also a recovering vegan.

Hates nicknames, mainly ‘Robbie’. Many people who think they’re his friend call him Robbie.

Secretly self-conscious about certain things due to scrutiny from the media over the years.

Can carry a tune as well as dance, just things he’s picked up as an actor, but isn’t overly spectacular at either.

Has never had the opportunity to experience “normal kid things”, having done all his growing up on set.

↳ R e l a t i o n s h i p s —

Dean Rogers: Dean isn’t a huge fan of Robin and his actor’s complex, but Robin is determined to crack away at Dean’s shell. Robin sees him as quiet and brooding in a cool way, wanting to emulate that in his own character at times when he’s a bit too loud and brash.

Aaron Barman: Aaron definitely is willing to give Robin more of a chance than their other brother. Robin gets along with Aaron the best out of all his new siblings, and even feels as if he’s able to confide in him with his temptations with alcohol and drugs without being judged.

Dakota Dakila: He hasn’t met Dakota at all yet, and isn’t sure when he will, but according to Dean and Aaron, they should get along just fine.

Charlie Montgomery: Charlie is nice. A little too nice for Robin’s tastes. She’s also really pretty and smells like sunflowers, but that’s completely besides the point.

Akantha Billing: Akantha is the only younger person at camp that Robin feels is on the same page as him. She hates it just about as much as he does, and he’s not completely closed off to the idea of conspiring with her to ditch this place completely.

FC: Finn Wolfhard

#greek demigod taken #child of dionysus #original character #takenm

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The Almost Empty Underground Chapter 4

Sans, Gaster, Flowey- Toby Fox Everyone else- Me Songs- All your Burdens by Crowder All the Glory by Crowder Angels and Demons by tedashii Because He lives by Crowder (Neon Steeple remix) “Y-you boys know Alyxander will be very a-angry if you aren't home for dinner right?” Hail stood before the archway, his ice blue hair swept to the side, his large puffy sweater wrapped around his waist. His chillingly white eyes scan the archway as his body shivers slightly, a side effect of his Ivey abilities. “Yah, that's why we’re send you Hail. We know you’ll get in and get out.” Stephan smiles, patting Hail on the back. Hail sighs, his cold breath visible. “A-alright. It's just Hood and Aaron in there r-right?” “That's right Pops” Justin activated the portal from his control console. “Just grab them and go. You have the return portal?” Hail digs into his pocket and pulls out the small metal disk with a single red gem. “R-right here” Stephan walks over to his control console “perfect. Just step through and go get them Hail. We’ll be watching from here. “ Hail nods, nervously shaking. “H-here we go t-then…” He takes a deep breath and steps through the portal. …. “Ok then. Pretty much everyone is dead, except you three idiots” Flowey looked up at the trio that had gathered around him. “That's right petals. And you apparently” Sans replies, his eye glowing in defense. “And the world hasn’t reset because fluffy over there has more determination?” Aaron hisses “watch it Miss Daisy. “ Flowey snickers “testy kitty. Why don’t you reset?” “He can’t. He doesn’t have access to the world code.” Sans looks around the empty corridor. “The barrier is still up isn’t it?” “That's right lazy bones. Which means we are all still stuck here. And I really doubt the two monsters you were talking about truly left” Flowey bounces happily “which means you three will probably still die!” “Can I kill the flower?” Hood asks. “Yah go ahead” Sans replies. “Wait, what?” Flowey’s grin disappears before Hood’s blaster destroys him to his last atom. “I hate sarcastic flowers” Hood sighs. “But I do love this blaster” “I do to, except for when it’s pointed at me” Aaron jokes, smirking. “Go on, fire at me” “You know i’m tempted. To see how much damage it will do” “Guys?” Sans interrupts “focus?” “Right, “ Hood allows his blaster to disappear once more. “We still need to find a way home. But sans...since there is not much left here for you, do you want to come with us?” “Nah, there are still a lot of monsters here in thee underground. Alphys is still somewhere out there with them, scared and hiding. We’ll need to rebuild. “ Sans sighs “but thanks. I appreciate the offer” Hood nods, “I understand. I’d do anything to protect those I love.” “Yah, I wish I could say I'm like that Hood. But I'm not” Sans sits on the floor. “I saw the human kill my brother so many times. Yet I only act at the last minute. I never avenge him when I see him killed. I know each reset, I could kill the human the second they leave the ruins yet I dont’. Am I too lazy? Do I just not care?” “You know it's inevitable and useless” Hood reaches out his hand “many times I am the same. Refusing to act because I know there is no point.” Sans takes his hand and stands back on his feet. “I’ve seen every possibility in my world. I know the outcome of every action. Try and imagine how lazy that makes a person, how apathetic. “ Hood steps back “I get you Sans. Trust me” Sans nods “thanks Hood” “Sure.” “H-Hood? A-Aaron? W-Where are you g-guys?” Hail calls out, as he enters the room. Hood and Aaron turn around and face him. “Hail? Oh Aly is going to kill us for sure now “ Hood rushes over to Hail, hugging him tightly “Good to see you again!” Aaron quickly joins the hug “Hey Ice-e!” Sans nonchalantly walks over to the mass hug. “Hey buddy, how’s it going?” Hail stares wide eyed “uhhh…..h-hello mi-mister s-skeleton-...I-I'm H-Hail Tart-Tart-Tartalgia…” Sans chuckles “Nice to meet you, I’m Sans, Sans the Skeleton. “ “So what are you doing here Hail?” Aaron asks, stepping back. “You're here to take us home aren't you?” Hood adds. Hail simply nods, feeling too nervous to speak. “Not quite yet he’s not…” “Huh?” Hood looks up and around the room. “What?” Aaron asks. “Did you guys here that?” Hood questions. “Here what?” Sans replies. “A voice...it said ‘not quite yet he's not’ it was weird” Sans looks worried, stepping closer to Hood. “Describe the voice.” “Uh...distant, sort of garbled, like a corrupted recording. “ “Oh boy” “What?” “He’s back.” “Who?” “Me.” Before their eyes a grey door formed on the wall and opened. From the door walked a tall skeleton dressed in a dark turtleneck sweater and lab coat. His face was scarred, yet he still smiled. “Greetings. I am Doctor Gaster. And you three are trespassing in my world.” “Your world?” Sans questioned “What do you mean?” “This world, every reset, every glitch, every last outcome, was by my command. The human, the demon that controlled them, even the outer force that compelled them both, all belong to me. This world, is my creation, and you three really think I didn't notice you entering my world?” The deranged Doctor laughs loudly, glitches spreading from the door into the corridor. Hood and Aaron take their stand between Hail and Gaster, Aaron’s hands now two jagged blades. “Sans, this guy is clearly from this world, sorta. Do you know him?” Hood’s scar glows with green flame, the scrolls unfurled from his wrists and glowing. “Yah, Doctor Gaster. My dad. He made the core which gives the underground its power. He fell in it and got shattered throughout time and space. Well, that's what I thought happened anyway” Sans eye glows blue. “Your close son, I fell in the core yes, but it did not shatter me. It ascended me into Godhood! “ “Godhood ey?” Aaron chuckles, “well my name is Aaron Nitishino, they call me the God Killer” “A-and I am H-Hail Tartalgia! A hero I-in my world!” Hail stands tall, cold steam emanating off of his body. “Young man, you are clearly no warrior. You seem terrified to just speak let alone fight, step aside while I kill your friends, take your portal device and escape this dreadful world. “ Gaster steps forward. Hail swiftly freezes the ground beneath Gaster’s feet, building a cage of sharp ice beams. With a sly smirk, Hail shoots shards of ice through the bars into Gaster’s chest. “I-I may be scared! B-but I am still a Tartalgia! A fighter!” Gaster groans, simply walking through the bars his body almost a liquid. “Young man, that hurt. I guess I do need to kill you myself as well” Hail smiles seeing Gaster’s goopy form. “Y-you sure?” “Uh Hail, why are you taunting the God teir mad scientist?” Hood questions, confused by his sudden confidence. “He’s a liquid. I can freeze him, and Aaron can take him out” Hail replies, smiling. Gaster smirks arrogantly, lifting his arms to summon two large blisters, each having the same face scars as their owner. In response Hood and Sans summon their blasters. “A stand off. Fun” Aaron comments. The four blasters stared at each other, mouths slightly hanging open, ready to fire. Hail, taking note of Gaster’s focus on Hood and Aaron more slowly begins making the room gradually colder and colder. “So guys,” Sans continues facing forward to Gaster “who moves forward?” Aaron looks up at Gaster’s intimidating blasters, then down to the scientist himself “I’m fast, but I'm worried that either I won't be able to dodge the blasts, or they miss and hit you guys. Can you guys block them?” “We should be able to, right Sans?” Hood looks to his skeleton friend, Sans nods, “should be” Hail nods, slowly snow began to fall in the room, he had made the entire corridor freezingly cold. “Go.” Aaron grins and faces the doctor “well Doc, ready to meet a real God Killer?” “Please, enlighten me” Gaster sarcastically replies. Aaron smirks “I’m going to enjoy this~” “As will I” Gaster replies. Aaron lunged forward, rushing towards the doctor, his blasters shooting into action, firing their powerful beams down at the rushing brawler. Hoods and Sans’ immediately jump in, firing their own beams to cancel out the shots. Gaster swiftly moved back, narrowly missing Aaron’s swing. Aaron laughed, keeping his speed and swinging again, slicing off the mad doctor’s arm. Gaster lunged back, calling out in pain, the frozen arm shattered on the ground. Aaron wouldn’t give him much space, and swiftly cut off the other arm. It to fell and shattered before Gaster fell back. Aaron stood over his defeated enemy, blades dripping with the black substance that made up Gaster’s body. “Godhood ey?” Gaster breathed heavily, desperately trying to crawl away. Aaron stood on his chest and pinned him down. “It's funny doc, I still feel ribs” He pressed down on his chest, shattering his sternum and ribs, “well, not anymore” Gaster cried out “p-please! N-No more! I’ll leave in peace! I-I promise!” Aaron turned to Hood, “I don't trust him. “ “Neither do I. But this isn’t our world. Sans?” Sans nods “put him out of his misery. He’s been trapped in another dimension for as long as he can remember. Just kill him” Aaron nods, swiftly slicing off his head. Hail takes a deep breath “Okay let's go home!” Hood and Aaron quickly turn and face Hail. “Right, I forgot” Hood scratches the back of his head. Hail pulls the disc out of his pocket and pressed the gem. The disk jumps out of his hand and expands into another archway, activated and portal open. “Well, I guess this means you can come visit anytime then Sans.” Aaron comments before walking through the portal. Hail quickly follows behind him. Hood scoffs. “Feel free to visit Sans. You can crash at my house, I have beer” “You had me at crash at your house.” Hood nods, his grin seemingly widening. He reaches out his hand and shakes Sans’. “I’ll come soon “ Sans promises. Hood nods once more before turning and entering the portal. “Ugh. Yah, well now I have a lot to clean up here. Ah, I’m going to Grillby’s.” …. “You’re back!” Stephan rushes from his control console and hugs his brother Hood tightly “awesome!” Hood laughs, returning the hug. “We’re back little bro.” Hail smiles “come on g-guys, Aly is waiting for us at home” Justin nods, Aaron smiles “tell your mom I said hi okay?” “Sure big bro” Justin smiles. “Thanks boys” Hood hugs Justin and Stephan “we made a powerful ally today. It's all thanks to you” Justin and Stephan reply in perfect unison “No problem Hood” Hood smiles, letting them go “go home boys, tell Aly hi for me.” Hail nods, leading Justin and Stephan out. “You think we'll see him again?” Aaron asks. “Snap, Corruption, or Sans?” “Well, all of them I guess.” “Yes yes and maybe.” “Fair enough

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roseamongroses · 4 years

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W.A.L: “The Last Supper” (28) (ii)

s u m m a r y

Eden was the lowest of the low, a monster, hardly human, and was set to be executed. Roman was on trial, perpetually stuck in time until it was time to atone for his families sins.Neither cared much for staying trapped.So when a Stranger offered freedom, offered peace, offered power, it was hard to say no.Even if it put them on the wrong side of history.

v i b e s

time is irrelevent, homophobia who?, magic and beasts, demigods

w a r n i n g s

Imprisonment, Mentions of execution, Blood/ injuries, Mentions of past Death, repression, cursing, some dissociation

c h a r a c t e r s

Deceit(Eden) Sanders, Remy Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Emile Picani, Elliot, Kai, Lauren, Dot

Ship: Roceit

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Everything was too loud and once again Roman felt like it was completely beyond his control. The forest’s weight was an oppressive entity, seemingly outside of normal nature’s reach. Everything either felt as if it was moving too fast for conscious comprehension or that it didn’t move at all.

He didn’t need to ask to know that this forest was older than time itself. And while plausibly Roman knew that nothing was too beyond a Sanders’ control, something deep within him said that he shouldn’t even try it here.

Even before when the tree-like beast attacked, he knew he had done something unspeakable when he ordered it to unmake itself. At the time he was too confused and panicked to care about the consequences but now...He's still confused, and still had that constant growing panic that made his hyperawareness a curse in itself, but at least he now had a goal.

Several in fact.

Most of which involved him burning The Stranger and The Council to the ground and getting his family away from all of this bullshit. But the key point of that was he had to get to Janus--he had to find Janus.

Larry carried him through the forest rambling about nothing in particular to no one in particular and Roman ignored Dot’s heavy stare. He tried to somewhat memorize where they were taking him, but the forest didn’t make any sense. It was made long before sense was even a concept, but eventually Roman caught on to how it worked.

Even if there was no distinct landmarks, there was an undoubtable heaviness that increased the closer they got to wherever they were going. Roman could feel the magic laying dormant become more and more unbearable, he could feel even his own magic being dwarfed as he realized just how big this “forest” was.

The long branches of the trees seemed to cluster and tangle together locking away the sky until even the faint twinkling of stars seemed to meld into the darkness. And yet they continued forward, seemingly unphased or alarmed by the complete darkness.

Only it wasn’t dark for long. Slowly, but surely, dots of glowing red started to line their path. The unblinking eyes swooping above their heads just out of reach or scuttling just out of view into the hearth.

At one point, Roman felt the pressure increase and realized they were going underground, deep underground--all the while the glow of the Misrae’s eyes grew steadily around him. All attentive and completely soundless aside from the beating of wings. It got to the point where the glow was enough to illuminate the caverns walls and the deep etchings and carvings that swirled across stone in a deeply familiar yet foreign language.

At a certain point a thought came to him that maybe this wasn’t a weird forest or a cavern. Another thought followed with such clarity that Roman flinched at the intrusion.

It wasn’t a forest or a cavern.

It was a tomb.

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Roman tuned out most of The Stranger’s speech.

It was some long, drawn out thing about his many woes and how the Universe continuously stripped away everything he cared about and how he needed to fix it. At first Roman didn’t understand what “it’ was exactly because while the Council sucked ass, it didn’t seemed like The Stranger was only fixated on that. Some of his issues had to do with the decaying world while others dealt with the fuckery that was human society and how magic folk were being systematically destroyed.

So Roman assumes that fixing it, meant well fixing everything. It meant reconstructing how existence worked until it was all this perfectly oiled machine. And The Stranger planned to do it by bringing back the goddess and some-fucking how Roman was suppose to wake her up.

At that point in the speech, Roman was less bored and more tired because it was absolute bullshit.

“That,” Roman picked at his nails, “Is absolute bullshit,” he said, relishing in how he can audibly hear the bastard's blood spike.

Dot’s wings stretched to curl around The Stranger, but they jerked away, scowl firmly in place, “Of course you wouldn’t understand,”

“Oh I understand,” Roman sighed, leaning back against the makeshift bed, “You’re some old, sad, crusty man who likes taking his shit out on my boyfriend because no one likes you,”

The Stranger had an interesting vein popping in his forehead now, his blue eyes wild under the faint haze of the Misrae’s careful gaze, “I detail a plan constructed over centuries and you trivialize it to loneliness? This is not about me, this isn’t about you, this is about fixing this world and--”

“Are you done?” Roman groaned, hands tapping impatient, “Because I don’t fucking care. You’re holding my loved ones hostage and you want me to revive the fucking goddess so I’m going along with this shitty plan--what else do you want?”

“I want--” The Stranger snapped his mouth shut, a strange flush settling over his face. He cleared his throat, turning to Dot stiffly, “Get him ready,” he gritted, turning on his heel and disappearing to the shadows of the tomb.

Dot exhaled, turning to Roman, “I know you’re upset, but that doesn’t mean you have to upset him,”

“Upset him?” Roman scoffed, “He’s older than dirt he can deal with it,”

“He really can’t,” Dot said. She maneuvered about the room with an uncomfortable ease and grace, sidestepping the oddly place crates and horrifically sized spider webs.

Roman attempted not to flinch as she hefted up a large, wrapped, thing, that, if the smell was anything to go by, was most likely dead.

“What are you doing with that,” Roman said with a grimace, curling himself further against the wall.

Dot hummed, the air stirring with the noise, “Don’t you trust me?”

“No.”

“I…” Dot dropped the dead thing on the crate next to the makeshift bed, “That’s ...unfortunate,” she finally said, wings curling about her waist, “It isn’t personal, I’m just returning a favor,”

“I. Don’t. Care,” Roman said, still eyeing the thing with caution.

“Roman don’t be--”

“Don’t be what?” The air became ice, Roman’s eyes trained on anything but Dot, “Because I know my reaction is reasonable and I don’t appreciate you trying to convince me otherwise-- as if you being nice makes this situation any better,”

“It could be better,” Dot reasoned, slowly unwrapping the thing, “He has no ill will of you as far as I know and if everything goes right, you’ll be safe,”

“It doesn’t matter it’s still fucked up,” Roman felt the makeshift bed crack and he could hear the tomb stirring and it made him al the more uneasy, “And the thing is I know fucked up--Annaliese wouldn't even call me by my name for years and yet somehow you’re even worst,”

At that, Dot had stiffened, her wings dropping at once, “Roman--” she reached out.

“Don’t,” Roman gritted, the command rushing out all at once. Dot’s hand had frozen mid-air, her wide-doe eyes blown wide, body frozen, “I trusted you,” Roman finally said, voice small.

All at once Dot’s body relaxed, as if the taunt string had finally been cut loose.

She didn’t try to touch Roman again.

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Waking the dead was sort of like reading.

It was picking apart at the layers of a life that wasn’t his and trying to decipher a meaning--trying to reason with the bits and pieces the life had left behind. The coaxing was the easy part, the magic of the dead still lingered in some way. Sometimes returning back to nature, sometimes laying dormant, other times well…

Roman let the smile on his face linger at the thought, memories of Remus’s laugh a comforting relief that was only interrupted by the brief twitching of the creature’s corpse in front of him. He frowned as he watched the brief flickering of life slip away all at once.

He had done it before successfully, sometimes accidental sometimes on purpose. But even the successes weren’t...right. Even though he had never seen the creature in life, Roman felt the wrongness wash over him as they twitched and writhed in their own juices, the stink of their magic flooding the room before quieting--taking their life with it.

“So who’s going to tell the ass that I suck at this,?” Roman grumbled.

“You don’t suck,” Dot said leaning over Roman’s shoulders,” You’re progressing well for such little time,”

“Um... well it's still dead,”

Dot sighed, “It is,” she said, “Technical ability only get you so far, especially with the dead--and they’ll only get more uncooperative if we place it in a vessel it’s unfamiliar with,”

“So how do I make it cooperative?”

“Convince it that this new life will be worth living,” Dot said as if that was easy, “It's fairly similar to how you grow plants, only more complicated, so the energy you’re putting in will affect the outcome,”

“Dot I really hope you aren’t fucking suggesting I think good thoughts to revive a corpse cause that’s pretty fucking hard to do when my family’s being threatened,”

“It would speed up the process,” Dot shrugged, “And you’ve done it before,”

“But before I at least had J- Deceit--” Roman snapped.

Dot didn’t say anything to that, her stare far too heavy so Roman fixated on the corpse in front of him, pushing himself to try again--at least the failure would distract him. The corpse crumpled into ash in front of him and Roman felt his irritation spike--hating himself even more when he instinctively looked up for Dot’s commentary.

The only thing was that when he looked up Dot wasn’t there, and then she was, drifting back into the room as if she never left, a single key hanging from her fingers.

She tilted her head, staring at him expectantly before turning on her heel.

Roman scrambled to follow.

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pokegodsandmissingno · 7 years

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My Testimony

(updated 12/27/02)

This article covers a few of the events in my life that I think are significant to the main subject of my web page. Some readers may wonder why I mention so many of my "spiritual" or "religious" experiences. These same readers would also wonder why many (if not most) people involved with "UPMs" also mention "spiritual" and/or "religious" experiences. I believe that my personal testimony of certain events from my life will help the reader in understanding some of the true nature of "UPMs" and other "spiritual" phenomena.

My first encounter with a "UPM" was when I was about ten years old. At the time, I was living in North Cennibar, Island. One day at about 3 PM , while I was looking at the south-east portion of the sky from my backyard, I observed five shiny objects in a L-shaped formation. At first, I thought they were military jets, or a band of migrating dodrios, I estimated their altitude to be at about 35,000 feet, and as i looked closer i noticed a metallic shine them that was consistent with their position with the sun as a reflection. I started to doubt that they were military jets when I noticed that they were not moving. After watching them for a few minutes, the five objects began to move slowly away from each other symmetrically, so as to keep a perfect pentagram shape. Then I noticed a great acceleration, and the five objects sped out of my sight, all maintaining a straight direction. I told a few friends about it, but they all thought I was crazy. I did not tell any grown-ups what I saw for quite a few years, since I knew they would not believe me. I became somewhat obsessed about the formation the UPM's made. A few months later, I made a kid's club that required all of us to wear arm bands with the symbol on it, but with straight connecting lines between all the five points.

My second "UPM" encounter was when I was about twelve years old. I was on my tradition pokemon trainer gym route, hiking in the Cerulean National Forest near Mt.Moon. We were on day two of a three day trip, where we were to hike from one camp site to another for the next night. During the hike, we reached a fork in the trail that was not shown on the maps. My dad (who was leading the hike) and I never hiked the trail before. All the senior scouts who went on this trail before claimed that we were supposed to turn right, so we went right. Toward late afternoon, we crossed a river that we should not have crossed, which told us we chose to go the wrong way. Since it was very late, my dad made the decision that we camp near the river for the night. I thought it was great, since we could finally be "real" Boy Scouts and do things like make our own campfires rather than have to use the typical "stoves" at approved camp sites. That night, we slept on top of our "tube" tents, so that the sky was in plain view. Since I usually slept very little on camping trips due to how uncomfortable it was, I just stayed awake much of the time. Earlier in the night before we hit the hay, we could see helicopters flying around in the distance, and we thought that maybe our scoutmaster who was waiting for us at the other camp site must have told the rangers that we were missing (which is what he did). About 2 AM, I was looking east at a mountain ridge about a mile away, and I saw what I thought was another search helicopter. It was slowly moving back and forth fairly low over the trees. Lights from the "helicopter" illuminated a large area of trees at a time. The lights were multicolored, something like Christmas tree lights, as opposed to just white lights. I thought that maybe they used these special lights because they somehow worked better in the wooded mountain side. After watching this for a few minutes, the craft slowly drifted out of sight over the mountain ridge. Just as it was leaving, it occurred to me that the craft itself had lots of the same strange lights illuminating itself, and that I should have heard the helicopter rotor sounds like the helicopters we heard earlier. I finally realized that this was not a helicopter. Nobody else was awake to see this. I did not tell anyone else what I saw for quite a while (maybe a year).

Like most children, I loved to play "practical" jokes (I still do). By the time I was ten, I got my first pokemon, a rare Hunter i could only see when I Used my rare SilphScope. I realized that the best jokes would require a better understanding of psychology, especially regarding the "subconscious." Probably my most amazing "joke" was when I used "reverse psychology" on a neighbor who was learning how to use a PoKéDeX in high school for his poKéMoN trip. My Hunter and I who were still to young to travel, were jealous that my neighbor would soon be able to leave and travel around, when we couldn't. So, by following my instructions, my Hunter and I pretended to be in support of my neighbor's PoKéMoN lessons, but we would always interject some "bad news" about the dangers of training, such as how we heard about someone recently getting killed in an out of control batlle accident. It did not take long for my neighbor to drop out of PoKéMoN Training classes. He resumed battleing only after he graduated from high school. I am not proud of what I did, but it does show how powerful psychological tools can be, either for bad or good.

My interest in the "subconscious" did not stop there. I also became interested in what some call "parapsychology." I wanted to find out if I had "psychic" ability. I figured that the keys to these abilities were within our "subconscious." I decided to buy what was called a "ESP Kit," which included a one-person version of a "Ouija" board. One used a pendulum that would swing back and forth over the board, where the letters and numbers were spread out like degrees on a protractor. The angle of the swing would determine the letter or number which was being chosen. This at first was not at all supernatural to me. I believed that it was my "subconscious" mind that was telling my hand to cause the pendulum to swing seemingly all by itself. I would ask very practical questions, such as "where is my wallet?" when one time I could not find it. The pendulum slowly spelled out, "U-N-D-E-R-T-H-E-B-E-D." I looked there, and found my wallet.

After a few months of asking "myself" questions like the last one, in the middle of one of the answers, a new message, like a special news break, spelled out: "T-H-I-S-I-S-N-O-T-Y-O-U-R-M-I-N-D-I-T-I-S-A-S-P-I-R-I-T-L-I-V-I-N-G-I-N-Y-O-U-R-R-O-O-M." This "spirit" identified itself as a lv 30 Missingno who went by the nickname Captain by his former trainer, and was buried nearby. The "Captain" became my first "spirit guide," who would tell me things about the supernatural world, and what I should be doing with my life. Eventually, the "Captain" did not need to use the pendulum to communicate to me. He would many times talk to me in my dreams. Twice, he appeared as something like a dull white glowing ball in my room. On a recent TV show called "PoKéMoN Mysteries," I was surprised to see a supposed unknown pokémon flying around inside of a house look exactly the same (except for the color) as the dull white glowing ball I saw in my room.

Through my personal studies, and "spiritual" guidance, I began to get more in touch with my supposed "psychic powers." I found that I could put certain "weak-minded" people into hypnotic trances without even talking to them or letting them see me, and control them through my thoughts. I caused a rival junior high student during lunch to move over to a trash can, and then sit in it, by just pointing at him and then at the trash can. This happened right in front of his girlfriend and his other friends. Another time the same student was waving around a twenty dollar bill (lots of money for a kid at that time), and I just opened my hand, face up. He slowly began to move toward me with his hand with the money more and more extending towards me. Even before he gave the bill to me, he was saying over and over, "give that back to me." I did give it back later, but only after I showed him and his friends my "power." I also many times used more conventional methods of hypnotism, mainly for entertaining myself. One of my favorite things I asked people to do was to astral project (have their souls leave their bodies supposedly), and travel to various places to tell me what they saw. I even had them supposedly visit other planets. I would ask them to tell me about their past lives also.

I began to develop my own unique view of witchcraft. I believed witchcraft was mainly an outdated way of understanding our own psychic powers. Instead of having to cast spells or make "potions" which I saw as symbolic crutches, I believed I got the same results by just directly going to the source of the power: my mind. I considered myself a truly modern "warlock," and just like most of those who practice witchcraft, I claimed to be practicing "white magic," which is supposed to be the good kind which is meant to "help" people or do "good." The strange thing about this was that I would use this "white magic" to occasionally do things like wish people dead (fortunately, no one I did this to died that I know of, but bad things did happen to them).

My psychic quest drew a good handful of followers. If I wanted to "convert" someone to my beliefs, all I had to do was do real "magic tricks." For instance, I "psychically" caused a student "H" to greet my female eighth grade English teacher by another teacher's name, in this case a male teacher's name, as he came in the room. This happened just as I told her it would. Another example: A very skeptical Jewish student named "S" in my sixth period eighth grade science class wanted to set up and control a test of my powers in a way I never quite used them before. Since he knew I supposedly had control over "H" who was also in our class, he set up this test: Without telling or signaling "H" in any way, I was supposed to cause him to trip as he left the classroom when he does his job of dumping the teacher's trash into the bigger trash can just outside of class at the end of the class. He told me this test after class already started, and he kept his eyes on both "H" and myself to make sure no signal would transfer between us. All I did was "concentrate" in my mind to cause "H" to trip. Right before 3 PM, the teacher signaled "H" to go dump the trash. As "H" was walking through the already open door, it was as if his right foot which was halfway up in the air got stuck by an invisible barrier, and he suddenly fell head-first, right into a couple of girls who were let out of class early, trash and container all flying. After "S" saw this, he turned to look at me. His face became completely white as if he was in shock. He ended up becoming one of my most devoted disciples, along with other disciples, such as my first girlfriend who I "psychically wished" to come up to me and talk, since I was too shy at the time to go up to her.

Needless to say, these "powers" were really making me become rather big-headed. I had a friend "F" who supposedly "channeled God," so I could talk to Him about what I should do. Both of us for "fun" even made up a religion, which was based around worship of a large white rock. Through "God's" instruction, I was to do "missions" for Him to increase my "powers," especially so that I could astral project. I wanted to visit Him in Heaven, or wherever He was. I remember "God" seemed to get a bit nervous when I asked Him about doing that particular astral trip for some unknown reason. An old, deaf women that was a retired college professor became my psychic mentor and guide for about two years, and I visited her typically once a week. It was becoming clearer to me that I wanted to be a great world leader (yes, it was egotistical, even for a junior high child). I even thought I could become a world dictator, since it appeared that I had enough "power" to help me become such a thing..

I could go on and on with more examples of my "psychic" experiences. I could talk about how I saw "ghosts" of people that were not dead, but were of people I would meet for the first time for real in the future, maybe a few years later. I could talk about having to get up in the middle of the night numerous times to stop my dead grandfather's favorite rocking chair from rocking in the same room as I was, but with nobody else around (it squeaked quite noticeably). I could tell you what it is like to grow up in "haunted" houses nearly all my life. I could tell you about the testimonies of the "supernatural" things neighbors would still see happening at our old houses even after our family members had moved out. Many people I tell my stories to tell me that they wish they could see stuff like I have. They don't know that there was a large price to pay: I constantly lived in a state of fear. Most kids grow out of their fear of the dark. Now many years later, I am still working on "growing out of it." On top of all this, many of the "supernatural" stories my family have told me regarding their own experiences blow away most of my stories.

Some people, have told me that they think that I am bragging or "glorifying the devil" by how I tell my testimony. Well, if I was a juror listening to a witness testifying during a trial, I would hope that the witness would be as honest and uncoached by the lawyers as possible, so that I would be able to understand what really happened, and be able to more clearly see if the charges in the case are actually true or false, as opposed to having to see which witnesses had the best coaches. I just want to tell it exactly how I remember the facts. I honestly do not believe that I am sharing this information to satisfy my ego. Each reader is going to have to decide for themself what to do with my testimony of the facts as I saw them.

Around the beginning of the eighth grade, I was practicing witchcraft, transcendental meditation, yoga, kung fu, and other unusual "spiritual" practices not taught in the Bible. I believed that all paths eventually would lead to truth, but I wanted to find the shortest path to it. I decided to make a prayer, something like this: "God, I don't really know who or what You are, but if there are specific truths I can know about You, please show them to me, because I would like to know." I later found out that prayer can be a dangerous thing, mainly because you sometimes get exactly what you ask for.

Roughly a year later, my family moved from Cinnebar to down further south Seafoam islands. Within a month, I went with a bunch of high schoolers on a beach trip, just west of the Seafoam Island dock. "B" and I went out in the water to "body surf," (like Boogie-boarding, but without the board). I noticed that we were in pretty deep water, and I could not even come close to the bottom when I dove under. Out in the distance, we saw a large wave coming in fast. As we started to swim toward it, we realized that it was a lot bigger than it originally looked. I have gone to swim at beaches many times before, but I NEVER before saw a wave as big as this. We both actually thought it was a tidal wave. I have heard of people having their life "go before their eyes," but I thought that was just a saying. It actually happened to me. It was as if major events of my life were played clearly in my mind in fast forward chronologically. The last thing I saw was my mother in the future, seeing my dead body floating head down in the water, and seeing her grief. At that point, I just turned and faced the shore, so I would not see the wave as it hit me.

Well, I still saw the wave out of the corner of my eye. It broke less than twenty feet behind me. The height of the white water was still much higher than any wave I had ever seen before this. As soon as the wave hit me, I was on the bottom of the ocean floor. In a half-panicked state, I lunged with arm strokes back to the surface that was rather far up. As soon as I got to the surface, I barely had time to gasp for any air before another large wave hit me and knocked me to the bottom. By this time, I had been pushed horizontally a great distance toward shore, so it was not quite as deep the second time. As I was coming up for more air, a third wave knocked me under again, but I was now in relatively shallow water.

Have you ever had one of those dreams where you try to run, but you only can move in slow motion? It seemed to be happening at this time, but for real. As I was running (almost crawling) out of the water, I illogically thought that I needed to still try and "outrun" the tidal waves. I noticed that everyone near the shore laying on towels were all soaked by the first wave, and that they were all moving their stuff farther inland. My fellow swimming friend and I told our story for many months after that. The heavy subject of death was now a very real picture in my young adolescent life.

My "supernatural" experiences did not end after , I could talk about my attempt at doing an "PoKeMon exorcism," or the strange things I experienced when I took a short leave of Pokemon training to practice Pokemon occultism, or how it was like trying to deal with "spirits" on a regular basis as a Christian. I could also tell you about when I thought I met my "guardian angel." I believe those testimonies are beyond the scope this article, at least at this time. My hope is that by this point, I have shown enough data from my life for the reader to see that there are very clear similarities between what goes on in the occult, in witchcraft, in psychic practices, AND in "UPM" experiences. I would also hope that I have perked the readers' interest to go beyond what I have written here, and that they would try to make sense of what this all means, especially in light of what even some scientists are now calling the soon coming "end of the world." The reader should also be made aware of the fact that every person who has ever had a UPM experience has also had previous occultic experiences in some way either directly or indirectly.

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