#so anyway time to project onto hunter yay

[hunterdadrius]

Project Night

(Summary: The hexsquad has to work on a school project and go to Darius's house were they spend the night working and having a blast

Notes: they use snails as currency and most of the story is dialog)

Words: 1,572

*knock knock knock*

D: Come in

Hunter opened the door and stepped into Darius's room where he was calmly reading a book on his bed.

D: what’s up kiddo?

H: Oh-um, so basically me and my friends are doing this school project together and um I was wondering if you know, we could, if they could come over so we could work on it if that’s alright with you?

D: When do you want them to come over?

H: Oh um tomorrow morning if that’s alright

Darius put his hand on his chin contemplating whether it was a good idea.

D: How about they come tomorrow at noon and they can stay the night if they want since I have to take Eber to get his shot in the morning

H: YES, PERFECT THANKS DAD!

Hunter ran out the room closing the door behind him without looking back while Darius sat there dumbfounded

D: 'He called me dad-'

D: 'HE CALLED ME DAD!!!! I'M A DAD!!!!I'M GANNA RUB THIS IN EBERS FACE LATER!'

*The next day at 10 am*

D: Me and Eber will be home soon text me when your friends get here.

E: Let me goooo!!!

Eber moved around trying to get out before giving up and melting into Darius's arms.

D: Oh don't be so dramatic Eber it's just one shot

E: I don't need a shot, I'm perfectly healthy

D: Anyways, don't burn the house down little prince

H: I'm not that irresponsible Darius

Darius rolled his eyes before teleporting him and Eberwolf to the healers for his yearly shoot.

*** 2 hrs later ***

*knock knock knock*

Hunter ran to the door as fast as he could, almost falling down the stairs, when he made it down he quickly opened the door to see all his friends standing on the other side with their palisman in hand.

H: Come in make yourselves at home

L: Wow Hermano your house is awesome

G: It's so clean and organized

H: Yea Darius likes to keep stuff like that

*** 20 mins later ***

D: Hunter we're h-

He paused at the sudden group of teens in his living room making a mess on the floor, from what he can see the couch and table are covered with several stacks of paper and textbooks

D: Hello children

H: Oh, hey Darius sorry about the mess we'll clean up after I promise

D: You guys better, anyways if you need us we'll be in the basement

And with that he walked past the kids being careful of where he stepped while carrying Eber in his arms. He had fallen asleep during the walk back home since they had to make a stop at the fabric shop because Darius needed more supplies for one of his projects.

He closed the door behind him then walked down to the basement placing Eber on the ground while he got started on his sewing project. (Eber enjoys sleeping on the floor)

About 40 minutes past before Eber woke up

D: Good morning, Eber

E: What time is it?"

D: 1 pm why?

E: I'm hungry

Eber walked over to the table that contained a drawer filled with chips and other snacks then grabbed a hand full before hopping onto the sofa

D: You better not get the sofa dirty like last time

E: Don't care

20 minutes later Eber was asleep again on the sofa with a small blanket barely covering his body. He was slightly shivering but it managed to catch Darius's attention. He made his way over and gently picked Eber up before sitting down and placing him back down this time on his lap with the blanket on top of him. He gently ran his hand through Ebers hair and started scrolling on his scroll.

By the time he looked up from his scroll it was 2:35pm and he forgot to make lunch.

D: Eber wake up I'm ganna order take-out what do you want?

E: fairy pie!

D: Okay Ima ask the kids what they want

E: Kids?

D: Yea Hunters friends came over to work on a project, I told them they could stay the night too.

*15 mins later*

D: Foods here

L: Yay I'm starving

A: Me too

Darius placed the bag of take-out on the table while Eber got the plates. The living room was no longer a mess, all the paper and books were stacked neatly on the floor next to their bags.

W: Thanks for the food, Darius

A: Yea thank you sir

E: Gimme pie!!!

G: Here you go my dude

H: Since we got most of our project done and it’s not due until Friday how about we play bone-nopoly?

A: YEA!!!

L: Don’t you mean monopoly?

W: nope

H: You wanna play Darius?

D: Sure

H: How about you Eber

E: Okay!

D: Don't talk with your mouth full Eber

E: No

*After eating*

G: I wanna be the microphone!

L: I wanna be the eyebat!

H: No, it's my board game I get to be the eyebat!

D: STOP! How about I just make little abominations of all of us so you don’t have to fight over the tokens?

W: Perfect!

A: I’ll help make some too

While the two were making tiny abominations Eber was evenly distributing the money.

H: Each player is given 1,500 snails divided as follows: 2 each of 500 snails, 100 snails and 50 snails, then 6 20 snails, 5 each of 10 snails, 5 snails and 1 snail

(Don’t know if these are the official rules but it’s close enough)

E: Does it matter which I use? You end up with 1,500 snails regardless.

H: Of course it matters, the rules are there for a reason

E: Whatever I still think it’s the same thing

D: Finished, you guys done with the money?

E: Not even close

H: He’s just being careless

E: CARELESS!!!

G: How about we just start the game

W: Agreed

later in the game

G: Thats another 100 snails for me

A: WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH PROPERTY?!

G: I'm just that good✨

W: hurry up so I can get my turn

E: Hey Darius can you make my abomination sit on your abomination's shoulder since we're on the same space???

D: No

E: What whyyy?????!!!

D: Too much work

E: Thats a lie

D: Whatever

H: Hey Luz

L: What?

H: If I win you got to give me 100 snails

L: Fine, but WHEN I win you have to give me 100 snails

H: Deal

L: Deal

W: Luz you have to go to the conformatorium

L: WHAT! AGAIN!

H: Looks like you're ganna owe me 100 snails

* After Game*

L: Here you go Hunter

H: Thank you very kindly

G: Hey Hunter how many blankets do you guys have?

H: like 8 in total-

D: 7, the quilt is off limits even to Hunter

H: right 7, why?

G: well, I was wondering if we could make a pillow fort, with that amount we could make a giant one!

H: Is that okay Darius?

D: sure, but what's a pillow fort?

*30 mins later after the fort was made*

A: Hey Hunter, why do you guys have so many blankets

H: Because Eber loves to sleep with like 5 blankets

E: THATS A LIE! I sleep with 3 :)

H: Anyways, me and Darius each sleep with one and the other 2 are extras

W: That makes sense

Grrrr

L: Sorry, that's my stomach

D: Me and Eber will get started with dinner you kids can put on a movie

G: YAY MOVIE!

D: But first clean up

H: Okay

*After Dinner on the couch*

A: Which movie should we watch?

L: Die Bard 2! Raine talks about it all the time when they come over to the owl house

W: That sounds great

H: We should probably watch Die Bard 1 first

G: Amity could you move a bit?

A: Could you move a bit, Luz?

L: could you move a bit, Hunter?

H: could you move a bit, Willow?

W: could you move a bit, Eber?

E: Darius move

D: I can't you're on my lap

L: I'll sit on the floor there are plenty of pillows

A: me too

D: me and Eber can sit on the floor he prefers the floor anyway

E: YEA!

*In the middle of Die Bard 2*

E: I'm ganna make more popcorn

D: Did you eat all the popcorn again?

E: Yep

D: How do you even do that?

H: I'll make more popcorn Eber

E: Thanks!

H: Here you go

D: Thanks Hunter

H: Could I um- sit with you guys

D: Sure, but why?

H: Willow and Gus are sleeping and I don't want to wake them up

D: make yourself comfortable

They continued to watch the movie as normal until Darius looked around and noticed everyone was asleep, Hunter was asleep on his shoulder and Eber was on his lap. Luz and Amity had fallen asleep above several pillows while Willow and Gus were covered in multiple blankets with all their palisman curled up next to them. He created a little abomination to turn off the tv while he carefully placed a blanket around the three of them before getting rid of the abomination and falling asleep content with how the day had gone.

---END---

This probably isn't my best work since I lost inspiration mid way. Sorry if there are multiple grammar mistakes :)

#dadrius #toh darius #darius #darius deamonne #toh eberwolf #eberwolf #eberwolf the huntsman #toh hunter #hunter #toh luz #luz nozeda #toh willow #willow park #toh amity #amity blight #toh gus #agustus porter #gus porter

[sergeantsporks]

What I’ve Always Wanted to Say

Rating: Teen, Gen

Hunter finally can say what he wants to Belos without fear of punishment.

But Belos was never just physically abusive, and there are plenty of ways for him to hurt Hunter without touching him.

CW: Emotional abuse/manipulation

Ao3

“Hunter—you don’t have to do this. We can just leave him here in jail forever.”

“You said he’d been wanting to see me.”

“Y-yeah, but you don’t have to see him. He put you through a lot—if you want to walk away and never see him again—that’s good. It’s great. He can’t make you do anything anymore.”

Hunter took a deep breath. “Thank you, Luz. But… I want to talk to him. I need to talk to him. There’s stuff I need to say.”

Luz nodded and stepped away from the door. “I’ll be out here. If you need me.”

Hunter took another deep breath and pushed through the door. There were bars between him and the man inside.

“Ah, Hunter. I see the human passed along the message.”

“Her name is Luz.”

“Hm. You’re here, though.”

Another deep breath. “You still want to have some kind of relationship.”

“Of course I do, Hunter. You’re my family.”

“I… I need to get some stuff off my chest. And… it might hurt, but if we’re going to be talking again, it’s something that needs to be out in the open instead of pretending it’s all fine.” Hunter pushed on before Belos could respond. “It felt like I was more invested in the relationship than you were. It felt like I put more work into it than you did, and it always seemed like… no matter how hard I tried, you never seemed to notice, and when I really, really tried, and reached out, you just… didn’t care. And—I know you said it was okay that I was powerless, but every time it came up, you looked disappointed, or you acted like it was something that you could ‘fix’ by giving me a fake staff.” Hunter felt his hands clench into fists at the thought. “There is nothing wrong with not having magic, and you had no right to act like that! And… wild magic. You always treated it like it was lesser, even though you knew I was interested in it. And I know it took your family, I know that, but it isn’t all bad, and it was something I loved, but you treated it like dirt, and that was—it was wrong, and you were horrible for doing it.” Hunter blinked back tears. Don’t get upset. “I just… I’ve had this on my chest for a really long time, and I think we can repair this, I do, but I can’t just go back to the way things were.”

Belos stood up. “And here I thought we were family, and that I could reach out to you. Obviously, I was wrong, and you’re not who I thought you were. I put so much into our relationship! I kept trying to meet you there, kept trying to extend chances for you, and you always decided you’d rather side with palisman and wild magic! You wanted them more than you wanted me! Do you know how much that hurt, Hunter? That you’d choose them over me, even though I kept trying to reach out to you? As for your lack of magic—I tried so hard to be supportive! I never made a big deal out of it when it came up! I always considered you my nephew, even despite your lack of powers!” Belos shook his head. “I didn’t know you could be so hateful, Hunter.”

Tears streamed down from Hunter’s eyes, and guilt roiled in his stomach. “I—I didn’t mean to be hateful,” he whispered, “I’m sorry—I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to hurt you, I—”

Belos turned his back to Hunter. “I could say more hurtful things, like you’ve done to me. But I’m not going to do that. I wish you the best in life, Hunter.”

No, no, no, you’re losing him, part of Hunter’s mind screamed, while the other part sighed in relief, he’s cutting it off. It’s over, you don’t have to continue this charade.

Hunter rubbed his arms. “Okay. I… I understand. Thank you for telling me how you felt. I just… tried to speak from the heart. I… I never meant to hurt you, but I know that I did, and I hope that one day, when it isn’t fresh… that you can realize that, and that I was just trying to make you understand how I felt. I’m sorry I hurt you—I wasn’t trying to. And I’m sure you were never trying to hurt me. So… I guess… goodbye. I hope you can be happy. I’m going to try to remember the good things. But… goodbye.”

He stepped outside, closing the door, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably. Luz wrapped her arms around him. “Hey.”

A sob burst out of Hunter’s throat, and tears streamed out of his eyes. “I—I thought—we could fix it,” he sobbed, “I thought—maybe—I would tell him what he did wrong—and he’d tell me what I did wrong—and we—we could make our relationship better. But it—it’s over. It’s over.” He cried into Luz’s shoulder. He felt sick, sick, sick, sick, and he couldn’t stop shaking, and he felt sad and angry and relieved and guilty all at the same time, and he was dizzy and nauseous.

“Oh, Hunter,” Luz said softly, rocking him back and forth, “Okay. Oooookay.”

“And he said—he said it’s my fault that our relationship was bad, and—and—”

“It wasn’t,” Luz said quietly, “It wasn’t your fault, Hunter.”

Hunter’s chest heaved as he sobbed, and Luz let him cry himself out. “Okay. Ooookay. Come on. Lets get you back home, and get you some tea, and I’ll get you any book you want. Any book. Amity will help. And I’ll make some light glyphs, and… I don’t know, what do you want to do?”

Hunter sniffed. “That sounds good,” he said wobbily, “I want to—to try a couple of new glyph combos?”

“You got it.” Luz led him outside and they started back towards the owl house. “I know it hurts. But it’s over now, and that’s what matters.”

Xxx

It wasn’t over.

Hunter kept thinking about him, and every time he did, he just felt guilty all over again, and sad, and angry.

And he was with Luz, and Amity, and it was fine, and then Belos was there.

“Them? You chose them, over me? That’s really what you want?!”

“They’re better than you,” he whispered, “They’re ten times the people you ever were.”

“You chose them?!” Belos repeated in a scream

And Hunter woke up sweating, and feeling sick again, and he spent the rest of the night staying up.

And then there was the trial.

Luz told him he didn’t have to go.

But he did anyway.

Belos wouldn’t even look at him.

Hunter couldn’t stop looking at his uncle, feeling sick, sick, sick.

If I hurt you, then how come your eyes don’t immediately find me in a room?

If I hurt you, how come you don’t seem to be affected by me being here?

You hurt me—so if I hurt you, how come you don’t seem to feel the way I do, how come you don’t seem nervous or scared or sick to be in the same room as me?

How does someone who’s hurt you act like you don’t exist?

How do they act like they didn’t leave such a huge impact on your life?

If I hurt you, why does it seem like I didn’t impact you at all?

And even afterwards, even though he hadn’t seen Belos for months, even if it seemed like everything was FINE, and he had FORGOTTEN, and he hadn’t thought about Belos for a while, Eda would say something, and it wouldn’t even be about Belos, but it would still make Hunter think about him, and then the argument would play in his head, over and over and over.

He didn’t even apologize.

I apologized so many times for hurting him.

He didn’t apologize once.

He didn’t even acknowledge that he’d hurt me.

I didn’t put any effort into it.

Hunter threw a boot at the wall. Eda, Luz, and King were all out. “I WENT TO THE BAT FOR HIM,” he screamed, “I DEFENDED HIM, I GAVE MY LIFE TO HIM! EVEN IF I DIDN’T REACH OUT, EVEN IF I DIDN’T TRY TO BOND WITH HIM, HOW COULD HE SAY—” a sob rose up in his throat, cutting off his next words. “How could he say I didn’t put any effort into it?” he whispered

He was horrible to you.

Just move on.

Forget about him.

You have better friends, just leave him behind.

“Why does he still make me upset?” Hunter demanded to the air around him, “Why do I still feel horrible when I think about him?! How can he make me feel bad without even talking to me?!” He collapsed to his knees, tears tracking down his face. “Why can’t I just move on?

#vent fic lmao #nearly had a mental breakdown in the middle of the class bc my teacher said something that made me think of someone #so anyway time to project onto hunter yay #toh #the owl house #toh hunter #the golden guard #emperor belos #luz noceda #edalyn clawthorne #save the owl house #my writing #toh fanfiction #child abuse #emotional manipulation #emotional abuse

[midnight-writ3r]

You, Me and the Monsters

Kang Yeosang x Genderneutral reader

Summary: You and Yeosang have been hunters since you were children. It had always been the both of you vs. the world of the supernatural.

And no one does it like the two of you.

Genre: Supernatural! AU, action, fantasy, fluff

Warnings: Mentions of blood, cursing

A/N: I started re-watching supernatural, cause I have to catch up with the final and I remember nothing from the previous seasons :´D So, I really got into the mood and the spirit! I also wanted to write something for Ateez for a while now, so yay! Hope you like it!

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The world is filled with monsters.

They hide under your bed, in your closet, sometimes even yourself. As a hunter, you had to learn that the hard way and you had to learn it as a child. On the day, you understood that all the stories were real, all the myths and legends were born from truth, you lost your mother and sister. Your father had slain the vampire, responsible for their death. However, both of you knew, it wouldn´t be enough to bring them back.

Furious in your mourning, you and him had sworn to rid the world from those creatures. Not just vampires, no. Everything that caused pain, suffering and death. You never cared that, in the progress, you left quite a trail of blood yourself. It was everything you could do not to loose your sanity. Everything, you could focus on, to not fall apart. A task. A duty. A family business.

Your father and you had always been a team and, soon enough, you were a big part of the hunter community. Connections in every city, aquaintances in every village. Your eyes and ears extended to every corner of the continent.

Which is how you met Yeosang. A talented hunter, despite being two years younger than you. From the first moment, the two of you clicked and soon enough, instead of joining your dad on his missions, you reached out to Yeosang instead.

He always had your back and you trusted him without hesitation.

Like right now.

“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio!” Your voice rang out loud in the shabby apartment and the woman in Yeosang´s grip screamed at an inhuman pitch.

As she thrashes, her nails dig into the boy´s arm, drawing bloody, red lines across his dirty skin. Her head knocks back against his jaw and he groans. She even elbows him in the ribs several times. But he doesn´t let up, because that would mean your certain death.

That demon had gotten to you when he wasn´t around. Apparently the news of the demon nest you, your father and Yeosang excorcised two weeks ago had gone around and now, the leftovers have decided to take revenge. She had taken you off guard, kidnapping you and waiting for your father and Yeosang to look for you. You´re tied to a chair, defenseless and, until Yeosang had removed the gag from you a few seconds ago, also muted.

If he were to let go, one hit from the demon would be enough to kill you.

You scream over your raw throat: “infernalis adversarii, omnis legio!“

The woman screeches again and your heart jumps, when you see familiar, black smoke emerge from her lips and eyes. It slowly rises into the air, like smoke from an extinguished campfire. Yeosang´s grip tightens and he scrunches his face up with the effort. It causes the cut on his lip to rip open wider, but he doesn´t even wince.

“omnis congregatio et secta diabolica!” You spit at the demon´s knees, pleased with her frightened eyes, as she realizes the situation, “Take that, you son of a bitch!”

The cloud of dark smoke breaks out of the woman like a fire and as you blink the sharpness of it out of your eyes, it disappears through the ceiling.

Then: Silence.

You release a breath, you didn´t notice you had been holding. Yeosang, with the now unconscious woman in his arms, sighs and falls back on his butt. You examine him quickly, taking in the wounds he sports on his torso and face; Apart from the cuts on his lip and arm, there is also a big slash on his ribs, the shirt around it torn. As you look closer at his low shirt-neckline, you even find something that looks like a bloodied bitemark. You´ve got a fair share of your own wounds, but in comparison, he seems to have gotten the short end of the stick.

Finally, Yeosang moves the woman off him and gently places her on the ground. Like the gentleman, he likes to say he is, he takes off his leather jacket and huddles it into a ball, to place it under her head. Then, he is by your side.

With a knife, that had been tossed out of his grasp throughout the fight, he cuts your restrains open quickly. When your wrists are free, you rub the blood back into them. There´s a burning sensation against your cheek, where the demon had repeatedly hit you and you carefully rub it.

“Don´t.” Yeosang catches your wrist, “It´s going to get infected. Wouldn´t wanna have that turn into a scar.”

You nod, getting to your feet. Cracking your neck, you stretch the stiffness out of your limbs.

“You okay?” he asks you, holding your neck and fixing you with a worried gaze.

You nod, “Better than ever. Seeing that fucker go down was more satisfying than a box of ice cream.”

He grins at your reply and together, you start to clean up. Yeosang calls two of your hunter friends, to take the woman to a hospital, while the two of you can go home and rest. As soon as you arrive at the motel, you´re currently staying at, you fall into your bed with a groan. You´ve never felt this tired in your life.

No, that´s a lie. You felt that tired, when you ran after that skinwalker for two hours last month. Unfair stamina advantage. You felt even more tired when you were haunted by a nightmare three months ago, and weren´t allowed to go to sleep for a good five days. You do feel very tired right now though and you think you have every right to.

Yeosang has different plans though. He walks over to you and taps your leg, “You´re going to get your bed all dirty. I doubt you´d be pleased to wake up tomorrow and smell like literal death.”

You just groan into your pillow, “Leave me here, the stench of death matches how I feel.”

He chuckles and suddenly, you´re lifted into the air. Squealing, you feel how Yeosang adjusts you in his arms and carries you to the bathroom.

“Let me down! You´ll hurt yourself!” You demand.

He does drop you onto the edge of the sink then, but only because he had reached his goal anyways. With a warm smile and a beaten face, he looks at you. You know that look of course, since it´s one of your favourites: It´s that pure sort of adoration, so innocent that you momentarily forget about your dark lifestyle. It´s relieving and addicting. Because, truth be told, you doubt that it´s a feeling you´ll ever be able to experience full-time. You´ve accepted that a long time ago, but to say that you don´t enjoy it, would be a lie.

“Good hunt.” Yeosang murmurs, his hands placed on either side of your hips, leaning against the sink, “I´ll give your exorcism a solid… eight.”

“Eight?” You mock-gasp, “How dare you, it was at least a nine.”

Yeosang shrugs, his face forming a thoughtful expression, “Nuh, you kinda slurred the omnis immundus spiritus part and your voice-technique could have had more projecting.”

“I hate you.”

“I love you, too.”

You roll your eyes and take his face in your hands, placing a peck on his lips. He smiles, happily, and dives right back in for another. And then another and another. Kissing Yeosang has the same effect as that certain look: It makes you forget everything you don´t want to think about, even if it´s just for a short moment. The shitty bathroom light glows on his cheeks and nosebridge and even with his hair dishevelled and blood-stained, he still looks as beautiful as you had always expected angels to look.

His hand sneaks up to your waist, but you stop him just in time, “Nu-uh. Wounds first.”

With a pout, he lets you shuffle the two of you, until your positions are reversed. Without asking him, he takes off his shirt, tossing it right into the trash. There is no way you could have washed the blood out of that, and even if you could, there are more holes than fabric at this point. Giving an appreciative hum, you treat each of his wounds with disinfectant and bandages, also making sure to check on the older wounds from the last days.

Once you´re satisfied, you let him pull off your own shirt and give the same treatment to you. It´s a comfortable silence that envelopes the two of you and you allow your eyes to close with a smile.

After a good ten minutes, Yeosang´s arms snake around your neck and he pulls you against his chest. His skin is warm and the touch gives you more comfort than anything else could ever have. You hug him back, nose buried in his neck and inhaling his familiar, unique scent, to the point that you wouldn´t want to breathe in anything else. His hand goes through your hair, soothing motions and steady pressure.

“I´m so glad you´re okay.” he whispers.

You smile to yourself, “Me too. Thank you for coming for me.”

“Of course”, his grip tightens just a little, growing almost desperate, “I´ll always come for you Y/N. You´re the only thing that makes facing this world, filled with monsters, worth it.”

Your heart jumps against his chest, trying to escape and join his instead, “Likewise.” then, with a happy little smile, you add: “Guess that means we´ll just have to keep each other alive, until we grow old.”

“I might sound naive, but I think we can do it.” he says.

You nod, “Yes, I think we can do it.”

It is naive, certainly. But if you don´t, then this world would bring you down tomorrow. Yeosang is everything you can hold onto. The silver lining on the horizon.

And you are his. 

-*- FIN -*-

#ateez #ateez au #ateez yeosang #yeosang #kang yeosang #kpop #kpop au #kpop fluff #kpop x you #kpop x reader #ateez x you #ateez x reader #supernatural #supernatural au #supernatural setting #yeosang fluff #yeosang drabbles #yeosang imagines #yeosang fanfic #yeosang scenarios #fancition #ateez imagines #ateez scenarios #ateez drabbles #ateez fanfic #atiny #ateez x supernatural #fluff #action #demons

[ellsey]

Agents of Shield Rewatch 6x12 The Sign

Yay! Flint!

But like this is a fear Flint right? Not a real Flint?

But also Izel can possess him? I’m super confused by this

May is talking to Sarge like he’s Coulson and ehhhh

Look at Deke stepping up to help yay!

Ugghhhh Sarge is not Coulson!!!

:( Be nice to Flint!

Oh look, more batsies

Fun

Omg their realization that they shouldn’t be on the radio hahahaha

Deke wants to impress his grandparents so badly

Oh noooooo Yoyo is maaaaaaaaad

Startup Deke is simultaneously the best and worst Deke

“I use math. Did I steal math??” HAHAHA

Fitz is right to be upset about the Framework code though

Jemma is using both a supportive and strong hand on Fitz’s shoulder

I know because I’ve been her hahahaha

“Whatever Nana and Bobo want, obviously, run it by me first, and then help them” I’M CRYING

I do like the shrike killing bullets

They’re going to burn through those bullets really quickly if they keep shooting these people like 5 times each

“We’ve got bugger lots”

“You said our grandson was a delight” This is so Jemma though

“He’s a work in progress” this is peak Jemma

So just a couple things I want to address here. First, yeah, Deke stole their stuff. And then adapted their ideas. But like...Deke never went to college or the Academy or anything and yet still has done some amazing stuff? He clearly took the year he has had and learned quite a but too. I think we all need to step back and acknowledge just how amazing what he has done has been. He shouldn’t be expected to understand all this stuff because he has no reason to be able to understand any of it quite frankly.

But also, one of the reasons Fitz is so annoyed by Deke is because Deke really is Fitz in a lot of ways. He’s not Fitz if Fitz had zero good influences in his life (because we’ve seen that Fitz), but he’s definitely Fitz if Fitz didn’t have his mom and a Jemma for most his life. Didn’t have loads of opportunity to life up to his potential. Didn’t have resources and people who understood him. This is Fitz if he had been left to the wolves as a child and not given the chance to be where he is now. And I think Fitz doesn’t like that potential Fitz very much. 

TLDR he’s projecting onto Deke

Deke’s whole speech here really gets to me. This is the heart of what they’ve been trying to accomplish with him (kind of clumsily) all season. To show that he’s someone who has very deep pain (and yet everyone on this show refuses to acknowledge it). Everything he had was torn from him. No one liked who he has, so he tried to become who thought they wanted him to be, but nothing worked. Nothing was good enough. He wants so badly to belong and to be loved. 

I know I have a lot of Deke related feels but he seriously gets the mom in me all riled up and I just want to give him a hug and let him know that he has a place here.

And I do think Jemma has been trying her best, but she’s been in a really weird situation. But Deke’s not wrong that he could have shared that with her. I hope that she will share some of everything with him in season 7.

Also major props to Jeff Ward for absolutely killing this scene

“It’s ok I’ve got problems with wearble tech anyway” hahahaha

But it makes sense

“most of the mice did not survive” DEKE

I appreciate that Izel brought her own cult-leaderesque outfit

GET FLINT HIS TACOS 2K20

Izel just wants her own backing choir how relatable

Oopsie poopsie Sarge can’t kill Izel

Mack is not happy and I support him

Nooooo May don’t make me cry

But also he’s not Coulson for real

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MAY

I tried to tell her not to trust him omg

Well that went well

Enoch!

NOOOOOO ISAIAH IS A HUNTER NOWW!!!

I had forgotten how good these episodes are? They were definitely worth a rewatch. This episode rates a 100/10 on the Family scale because everyone of them is family (even if they still have some things to work out). But also it gets a 100/10 on the Bad Ideas scale because EVERYONE IS HAVING BAD IDEAS. Ayayaya.

The song for this episode is “Drumming Song” by Florence + The Machine dedicated mostly to Sarge. He was never going to escape the pull of Izel.

#aosrewatch #aosrewatchs6 #sarge #izel #daisy johnson #melinda may #alphonso mackenzie #elena rodriguez #flint #deke shaw #leo fitz #jemma simmons #enoch #agent piper

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Friends in Dark Places [ch 5]

pairing: eventual moxiety, eventual logince, background eventual remile, background eventual remy/emile/deceit

WARNINGS: mentions of needles, mentions of antidepressants and anti-anxiety meds, mentions of self harm, mentions of depression, guilt, food mentions, possibly something else

tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter@band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy

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Every few hours, a nurse would come in to check Virgil’s vitals and blood pressure and to ask questions about his mental well being. Each time a nurse entered, Virgil tensed. He was terrified that he could say something wrong--that one tiny misstep could see him shipped away to some mental facility where he’d be poked with needles all the time. Luckily, Patton was still there, keeping him grounded and in control of his thoughts. He was extremely grateful for that.

After a particularly intense meeting where they’d asked about self harm and pushed far too hard for his comfort, Patton pulled a small gift bag out of his backpack.

“I had Logan and Roman pick this up from the gift shop yesterday, but I decided to save it until you really needed it.” Pat placed the bag onto Virgil’s lap and watched expectantly. Virgil pulled away the tissue paper and gasped. There was a tiny cat plushie inside, which he took out with careful hands.

“This is awesome, Patton. Thank you.” A hint of a smile spread across his face.

“It’s no problem, kiddo! Now, why don’t we listen to some of that sweet music of yours? I know it calms you down.” Patton reached for the phone, but Virgil stopped him.

“Aren’t you missing a ton of school to stay here, Pat? Don’t get me wrong; it’s nice to have you around as moral support, but I don’t want you to fall behind.” He rhythmically squeezed his new plushie in an attempt to stay calm.

“Roman and Logan will bring me my school stuff tonight, and I can access lessons online for most of my classes. Don’t worry about me, kiddo. Worry about yourself.”

“Alright…”

---

Over the days, Patton and Virgil fell into a simple rhythm. There were three check-ins before lunch, three before Logan and Roman showed up at around 4, one before dinner, and two before Logan and Roman left for the night. Even though they had to stay an extra half-day “just to be sure,” the schedule stayed the same, and Virgil didn’t really worry about it. When he was finally discharged on Saturday morning, the doctor had offered to prescribe antidepressants and anti-anxiety medication.

“It might help with your suicidal ideations,” he’d coaxed. He had the same sugary sweet twinge in his voice that the nurses had as if he was trying too hard to be genuine.

“Um, that’s okay. I don’t think I’ll need them.” Virgil’s voice was shaky. He didn’t want to take any medicines that messed with his brain, especially ones that had a higher chance of addiction. He didn’t need anything like that to top off his pile of problems.

“Alright, but if you ever decide you do, here’s my extension so you can get a prescription.” The doctor handed him a slip of paper. Virgil just nodded as he watched the doctor leave. He’d already changed into his normal clothes and makeup, though his normal hoodie had been swapped out for a deep purple one because his normal one was had been covered in blood and deemed a “biohazard.”

Virgil pushed himself off of the hospital bed and cringed at the loud smack his high tops made when his feet hit the ground. He grabbed his backpack from the floor and waited for Pat to gather all of his things. Roman and Logan had taken the suitcase back to Patton’s house on Thursday, so there were only a few things left to be taken. When Virgil glanced back at Patton, all he saw was a pile of blankets and cardigans walking towards him.

“Um, Pat? You need some help?” Patton’s head popped up from behind the pile.

“Nope. I just need you to push the buttons of the elevator and open the doors for me!”  Virgil opened his mouth to say something but stopped himself. Better to not ask any questions.

As soon as they hit the ground floor, Virgil let out a sigh of relief. He didn’t have to be in this damn hospital anymore, nor did he have to answer the invasive questions from the staff, and he certainly didn’t have to eat the gross hospital food (that soup definitely wasn’t made with chicken). Plus, he didn’t have to take the elevator whenever he wanted to get anywhere.

“Hey, Young and Menace,” Roman greeted as the duo got into Logan’s car.

“What’s up, Fancy Pants?” Virgil quipped. It wasn’t his best remark, but he cut himself some slack after being in the hospital for four days.

“Logan,” Patton whined, ignoring the squabbling. “Can we pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssseeeee go get pancakes? Pleeaaaaaassseeeee?” He sounded like a toddler who was trying to beg his parents to buy him a new toy that he seriously did not need.

“Didn’t you just have breakfast an hou--”

“But Logan! It’s a special occasion!”  Logan glanced back at his friend in the rearview mirror, and it was obvious from his face that he’d caved.

“Fine.”

“YES!” Patton screeched and hugged Logan around the seat, much to the latter’s dismay.

After stopping for takeaway pancakes, Patton and Virgil were delivered home. Once again, Pat took a giant mound of things in while Virgil only carried his backpack. He’d had tried to convince Patton to give him some of the items, but he was only met with refusals. Defeated, he shrugged and made his way into the house.

“I had my parents set up a room for you near me. I think it’s all ready, if you want to head upstairs! It’s the door across from mine,” Patton said with a strange hint of excitement. Something was definitely up, but Virgil couldn’t quite think of what could be waiting for him.

Together, they maneuvered around the maze house and climbed the stairs. Before Virgil could open the door, Patton shyly said, “I should probably warn you that I have a surprise for you. It’s nothing big, so don’t worry about it at all, but I wanted to make sure.”  Virgil highly doubted that it was “nothing big” since nothing Patton did for his friends seemed small, but he turned the knob anyway. He looked back at his friend before pushing the door open.

Virgil wasn’t much of an exaggerator (okay, maybe he was sometimes), but he literally lost his breath for a moment when he saw the room. Inside, the room had been painted dark grey, with black and purple sheets, a metal desk, a black dresser, and even a few movie posters hanging on the walls. It was incredible.

“Patton, you had this done for me? Seriously? That’s so fucking cool!” Virgil walked in and sat down on his bed, discarding his backpack on the floor.

“Of course, kiddo. I have one more surprise, so wait right there while I get it.” Patton literally dropped all of the stuff in his arms onto the floor and ran into his room. Virgil rubbed his hands on the blanket on his bed, and he found the sheets had an incredibly soft texture no matter which way he ran his hand across it. He was so busy examining the blanket that he hadn’t realized Patton had returned.

“Here’s your last surprise, Virge!” he exclaimed. Virgil snapped his head to look at what Pat was holding.

“Is that… a paper chain?” The teen on the bed was thoroughly confused.

“Yeah! While we were in the hospital, I was researching things about depression and anxiety, and I stumbled upon this thing called the Paper Chain Project. Basically, you add colorful rings for every day you go without self harming, and if you relapse, you add a white chain, but continue the chain each day after without self harming. It’s supposed to show you that if you’ve resisted before, you can resist again.” Patton held out the three-link chain to Virgil, who hesitantly took it.

The first chain was made of light blue construction paper and had “Wed, April 26. To Virgil, From Patton. I hope your journey continues with happiness and success.” The other two, made of purple and pink paper, had nothing on them. Tears welled up in Virgil’s eyes

“I… I…” Virgil’s voice trailed off into a sob. He was so lucky to have been found by Patton that night. For once, he actually saw a pinprick of light at the end of the tunnel.

The mattress next to Virgil sunk down as Patton sat. “I know, kiddo. I know.” Patton’s arms wrapped around him, anchoring him. He took his arms and returned the hug, crying softly into the other’s shirt.

“’When Rome’s in ruins, we are the lions,’” Patton sang. He must’ve been subconsciously learning the songs Virgil had played during their time in the hospital. “’Free of the coliseums. In poison places, we are anti-venom. We’re the beginning of the end.’”

Patton sang until Virgil’s tears had finally dried out. Virgil pulled away and hastily wiped at his eyes with his sleeves.

“Thank you, Patton. For saving me, twice, actually, and for staying with me and for doing all of these really incredible things for me. You’re an awesome friend. Like, the best ever.” 

Patton’s normal smile only grew larger. “That’s what friends are for, Virge! Now, I’m sure you want to spend a little time alone, so you’re free to roam the house if you want to, or you can use our extra laptop to go online or do homework. It should be in the desk drawer.” Patton stood up and gave a quick wave before heading to his own room.

Virgil sat on his bed for a few more minutes, twisting the paper chain around in his hands, before standing up to find the laptop. He hadn’t contacted a single one of his teachers about his absences, and he dreaded having to explain that he’d been in the hospital for four days. He pulled the laptop out of the desk, along with a pen and a few sheets of looseleaf paper.

There was no password on the laptop, luckily, so he easily booted it up and opened Chrome, signing into his school email account. He had about fifteen emails from his teachers. Most of them were “Hey! I’ve noticed you haven’t been at school for the past few days, and you hadn’t been planning a vacation, so here’s your homework you’ve missed,” but the ones from his Graphic Arts teacher really stood out.

From Anna Miller ([email protected])

To Virgil Thomas ([email protected])

Subject: April 24

Hey, Virgil! I noticed you were acting a bit down today and wanted to make you’re doing alright. I’m really excited to see your design for the banner project, by the way!

See you tomorrow,

Mrs. Miller

From Anna Miller ([email protected])

To Virgil Thomas ([email protected])

Subject: April 25

I noticed you weren’t in class today, so I hope you don’t mind me checking up on you, Virgil. After yesterday, I’m just a little bit worried about your well being. I hope to see you tomorrow; you always bring a good dose of sarcasm to class, and I’m beginning to miss that.

Mrs. Miller

From Anna Miller ([email protected])

To Virgil Thomas ([email protected])

Subject: April 26

Hey, Virgil. You’ve been missing for a few days, and it’s starting to worry me. I tried to call your parents, but neither would pick up. I’m sure you’re okay, but I just want to make sure. You’re a really good student, but I’m sure you know that. It’s been very hard to keep class on track without your witty remarks.

Mrs. Miller

From Anna Miller ([email protected])

To Virgil Thomas ([email protected])

Subject: April 27

Virgil, although it’s against my better judgement, I’ve decided to stop emailing you after this one. I’m very worried about you, but sometimes people just don’t check their emails. The lessons from these past days are linked below. There hasn’t been any homework since we’ve just been working on banners. There isn’t a lesson for tomorrow, so don’t worry about that.

Mrs. Miller

Virgil immediately clicked the reply button on the last email.

From Virgil Thomas ([email protected])

To Anna Miller ([email protected])

Subject: Re: April 27

Mrs. Miller,

I’m really sorry to have left you hanging these past few days. Yes, I’m okay. I had an accident on Tuesday that put me in the hospital for a few days. I’ll be back tomorrow, but I might be a little out of it. I’ve had my living arrangements be mixed up as well, so I’m trying to get used to the change. I might need a few days to catch up as well, since I don’t know if I’ll be able to do 16 lessons worth of stuff in two days.

Virgil Thomas

Send. Virgil let out a breath that he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding. It had completely slipped his mind that Mrs. Miller would be worried that he’d suddenly disappeared, especially with how close they were. It left a little pang of guilt in his stomach, but he knew there wasn’t much he could do about that. At least he’d eventually gotten back to her.

He clicked around through the emails, collecting assignments and downloading lessons. Virgil was already feeling overwhelmed by the work. He had at least thirty math problems for each day that he’d been gone, plus the ones he’d neglected on his birthday, fifty pages of reading for AP Gov, and he needed to make the set designs for the upcoming show for his Theatre independent study, since they were beginning production soon. He decided the set designs would be the easiest, so he started on that.

They were doing Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Cinderella Enchanted” for their spring musical, which was really exciting. Although Virgil was all doom and gloom, he really enjoyed making fantastical sets for the shows that really packed a punch for the whole atmosphere. He’d been told they’d have backdrops for the village and ballroom, but they’d need wall pieces for the house and the outside of the house in the garden scene. He needed to pick out furniture when he could actually see what they had in the shop, but pieces they definitely needed to build were a fountain for the village center, the carriage, the pumpkin patch, and the flower arch for the kiss scene outside of the palace. It wasn’t too intense, but it was still a lot. Virgil made rough sketches of some basic layouts, adding labels for clarification.

When he was finished, he felt very accomplished, even though the plans were pretty plain, and the more definite details would need to be discussed once building began. Virgil looked over his work and set them to the side. He checked the time on his phone and was shocked to see that it was already 3:30. He had been so sure he’d spent only an hour at most on the designs, not three. A sigh escaped from his mouth. Might as well go to check in with Patton.

He tidied his desk just a bit before heading over to the opposite room. Virgil lightly knocked on the door and waited to hear a response. After no reply, he knocked again, slightly harder this time. He heard some rustling behind the door, and then the door suddenly opened to show a slightly disheveled Patton standing in front of him. Virgil was slightly taken aback.

“Um, Patton? Are you okay?” He made a sweeping gesture of Pat’s messy hair and clothes.

Patton smiled. “Of course! I’m just having some trouble with some of my Physics homework.” It seemed to be more like a lot of trouble, but Virgil really couldn’t blame him for struggling. Missing four days of school would be hard on anybody.

“Do you need help? I had physics last semester and got a pretty good grade.” Virgil didn’t mention he’d gotten perfect scores on every test, nor that he never missed an assignment due date or extra credit project.

“Oh! Sure, kiddo. That’d be very nice of you. Thanks.” Patton stepped out of the way and gestured inside his bedroom. The two took seats at Patton’s white desk and worked on trajectory and resistance problems until Pat’s dad had come to tell them that dinner was ready.

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#sanders sides fic #m writes things #logince #moxiety #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #virgil sanders

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And The AWRD Goes To... (Part 66)

The Grimm howled and screamed—agonizing, horrifying noises that nearly deafened the hunters and the civilians, chilled their bones. Blinded by the light, they could only listen to the sound of searing and sizzling, smell the stench of smoke and burning flesh, feel the beowolves and the nevermores hurriedly let go of them and scatter, if their claws, teeth, tusks, and sharp beaks didn’t just suddenly disappear.

The glow faded, Akko’s vision slowly returned, she saw all of the Grimm cowering a good distance away from the car, the survivors hissing and whimpering from the glowing, golden burns on their bodies, if white-gold flames still weren’t blazing on their hides.

“YAY!” she cried as she threw her arms and her weapon up into the air.

The injured Grimm retreated further into the horde or perished, making way for their uninjured, unaffected brethren to come charging in.

“NOT YAY!” Akko cried as hurriedly loaded a Showstopper, and aimed for the thickest and closest concentration of Grimm.

Thoom.

White-hot fire exploded out from the barrel, knocking Akko flat onto her rear, and into a new dent on the truck bed. The boarbatusks dashed straight to the hottest part of the blast and incinerated themselves; the beowolves and creeps screeched to a halt and screamed as they tried to escape, found themselves trapped by the charging bodies behind them; the nevermores were blasted away, turning to ash mid-flight, or flying into the horde and spreading the flames.

This light barely faded away, stray orbs of golden dust burning and floating in the air like lanterns; the Grimm retreated again, staying even farther away than earlier, looking almost terrified of the radiance.

Whitley swore in Vox as he lay on his stomach on the truck bed. “I’M BLIND! What the hell was that?!”

“I fired a Showstopper with the Shining Star!” Akko yelled as she pulled herself out of the dent, metal crunching and snapping underneath her. “Sorry, didn’t realize it was that powerful, but at least I didn’t collapse the tunnel and the Grimm seem to be pulling back for now?”

“Man, after we get out of here, we really need to get that thing’s capabilities quantified, we can’t just keep trying new attacks on the field like this!” Ruby said as she blinked her eyes, grabbed what remained of the headache rack as she stood up. “Speaking of which: Woody, can you get us out of here now?"

“NO, BECAUSE NOW I CAN’T SEE ALONGSIDE BLEEDING TO DEATH!” Woody screamed as he raised up his bloody, ripped up arms. “HELP ME!”

“Whitley, first aid!” Akko cried as she activated her scroll’s distress signal. “Weiss, get geared up! Everyone else, hold off the Grimm with me until we can get out of here!” she said, as she jumped off the back of the truck, and held her weapon at the ready.

Ruby and Diana moved to the other two vulnerable sides, Whitley jumped into the front seat as Aqua pulled out Woody’s first aid kit from the glove compartment, and Weiss hopped into the backseats, opening up her locker and changing into her combat clothes.

The orbs started to burn out, the light began to fade, the Grimm began to charge again; there was something in the scorched asphalt, the seared walls, and the glow in the air that slowed them, kept them from rushing all at once like earlier, but there were still dozens of them attacking at once, and only three huntresses ready and able to fend them off.

The tunnel began to echo with the sounds of fighting, gunfire, and shouting, exploding with flashes of dust and searing white light, stray fire and the Grimm taking out the lights above, the few security cameras that still worked.

AWRD and Whitley’s scrolls all began to flash and beep, the calls patching straight through: “AWRD! AWRD! This is Haven, come in, AWRD, over!” Ursula cried.

Whitley handed his scroll to Aqua with one hand, while his other shook his can of first aid spray.

“Aqua here, AWRD’s busy fending off the Grimm, over!” Aqua said, watching the chaos right outside her window.

“How’s the situation? Saints 4, 5, and 7 are inbound in two mikes for evac, but we’re blackout here, over.”

“AAGGHHH!” Woody screamed. “SON OF A MOTHERFUCKING BITCH! SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

“What was that?!” Ursula cried.

“Just Woody screaming from being treated! We’re still… relatively fine, over!” Aqua replied.

(“What is this crap, medical grade napalm?!” Woody snapped.

“Grimm Hunter Grade, actually!” Whitley calmly replied as the continued to douse his arms. “And for your information, it’s only napalm for the horrible bacteria, viruses, and other contaminants that Grimm usually bring with them.”)

“Anyway: all hunters alive and active, three in combat, two civilians injured or with disability, and Grimm attacking us on all fronts!” Aqua continued. “Whatever the Shiny Rod did to her weapon is helping holding them back a lot, but I don’t think it’s gonna last forever, nor can she do it again, over!”

(“SHIT! FUCK! ARGHHH! I CHANGED MY MIND, JUST SHOOT ME!”

“Not when you’re the only one who can drive this thing~!” Whitley hummed.)

“Roger that, just try and hold out a little longer! Haven, over and out!”

Aqua closed Whitley’s scroll, and put it back into his pocket. And at the exact moment she turned her back, a beowulf leaped up into the air, over Akko’s head, past the occupied Ruby and Diana, and right on the hood, thrusting its arms through the missing roof and towards her!

Sching!

Weiss intercepted it, kicking it to its back before she stabbed it through the heart with Myrtenaster. The beowulf cried out, limbs rising up instinctively, before they fell limp on the hood, its body began to turn to smoke.

Weiss jumped off the hood and beside Akko, blasting the Grimm around them with fire dust.

“What took you so long?!” Akko cried as she ignited the rest with shotgun blasts.

“Jewelry!” Weiss said as she switched to air dust, spreading and feeding the flames. “You wouldn’t believe how hard all of that was to take off.”

Akko chuckled. “Fair enough!” she said, before they both focused on the Grimm.

The tide soon began to turn for the worst.

The light and orbs began to fade away and burn out, and the Grimm began to intensify their assault. They closed in tighter and tighter, to close to use Showstoppers, grenades, or fire dust attacks safely. The rest of their ammo clips, shotgun shells, and dust vials started to run dry.

Soon, Woody and Aqua were hunkering down together at the foot of the backseats, AWRD and Whitley above them keeping the Grimm out of the car, chopping off limbs, stabbing heads, bodies, and limbs, or using what little dust they had left.

The hunters scroll started to flash again: “AWRD, these are the Saints! We are at your position and ready to extract and provide fire support, over!” a pilot said.

Whitley pulled out his scroll, and hurriedly tossed it down. It struck and bounced off Woody’s head, before Aqua picked it up from the floor and answered it. “AWRD here! The Grimm are literally right on top of us, we really need some of the heat taken off, over!”

“Roger, willco! Brace yourselves for double breach and suppressing fire, 30 meters north and east your position, over and out!”

“Don’t hold back!” Aqua cried.

Boom. Boom.

Two explosions breached the tunnel wall, gunfire, explosives, airship cannon shells flying in before the dust could settle. Huge swathes of the horde were destroyed instantly, the assault on the car weakened as the Grimm redirected their attention to the ships, jumping or flying out of the holes to try and attack them.

“Fuck me, that’s a lot of Grimm!” one of the pilots cried.

“We know!” Woody snapped. “How’s about getting us the fuck out of here already?!”

“Evac team breaching ten meters north from your position in five...!”

“Ten meters?!” Woody cried. “That’s basically right next to us!”

“Four…!”

AWRD and Whitley made a few last attacks at the Grimm, before they holstered their weapons.

“Three…!”

They threw themselves over Aqua and Woody as they joined hands and linked auras, projecting a shield over all of them.

“Two…!”

The Grimm rushed in, clawing, biting, and pecking at the barrier, cracks and holes rapidly appearing over it.

“One!”

Boom.

A third breach, another round of gunfire, bullets, shells, and even a laser. A grenade was thrown, exploding into a thick cloud of white smoke. Muffled shouting, more gunfire, the sounds of violence and dying Grimm as the evac team rushed out of the smoke.

The Grimm let up on AWRD and Whitley to face them, one beowulf snarling and roaring at them.

Woosh. Sching.

Its head fell from its shoulders, cleanly cut off, Amanda smiled as the Grimm finally noticed her right underneath the beheaded beowulf. Blake and Yang rushed in and helped kill the rest, Jaune and Jasminka picked up and carried off Woody and Aqua. The rest of teams BLJC and JAYS fended off the Grimm as they retreated, blowing them up, harassing them with swarms of Lotte’s fairies, or simply riddling them with bullets and shrapnel.

Saint 7 lowered a gangplank, they didn’t hesitate to run up it, PNPR helping them pull them aboard, or covering the others retreats with more grenades and gunfire.

The gangplank was pulled up, the Grimm howled and screeched as they continued to fly out or try to jump onto the ship, they were shot out of the air, or killed as they clung onto the sides and tried to climb in.

“4, 5, scorched earth and retreat, now!” Saint 7’s pilot screamed as they started rise up, and turn to Haven. The other ships let loose one final barrage, explosive shells collapsing the tunnel, burying the Grimm in several hundred pounds of mountain rock and concrete.

They howled and screeched, the sound echoing through the air, till they were too faint and too far to hear. All was quiet inside Saint 7 as everyone caught their breaths, wiped off the sweat pouring down their skin, and laid down on the floor of the cabin, or sat in the seats.

“Welp, my truck’s been severely fucked up for the third time!” Woody said he sat on one row. “Pretty sure my mama’s not even going to let me borrow any of the company cars at this point, assuming we all make it out of this mess alive...”

“Oh, shut up, Woody,” Aqua murmured as sat on the row opposite him, “at least you could always replace that dust burner of yours...”

“I seriously advice you two not to to intentionally attack or incite negative emotions in one another,” Penny said. “The Grimm will likely already be attracted to the Shiny Rod still, it is unnecessary, dangerous, and irresponsible to increase the likelihood of attack even further.”

Woody and Aqua shot looks at each other, before they turned away from each other.

“The hell is up with that thing, anyway…?” Woody asked as he looked at Akko, the Shining Star now split back into two. “Why do the Grimm want that more badly than fuck boys do pussy on any given day of the week?”

“That, we really do not know for sure,” Diana said as she sat against the wall, her spear propped up on her shoulder. “Perhaps it’s because the Grimm know it holds such great power, and they fear it being unleashed any more than it already has.”

“It was pretty incredible back there, yeah.” Ruby said as she examined Crescent Rose on the floor. “I know this technically counts for most any weapon, but it’s like the Shiny Rod was specifically designed to kill Grimm, in the most effective, most awesome way possible.”

“Like how, exactly?” Amanda asked as she leaned on the wall. “You can’t just say things like that without describing how it went down.”

“How about we save the hunting stories until after the big plan?” Sucy said calmly. “Besides, I still need to double check that you’ve all got enough of what I asked for.”

“I agree, let’s take inventory,” Blake said.

Amanda frowned, and sighed, before she and the rest of her team and BLJC started pulling out reagents, herbs, and other ingredients from their pockets or their packs, setting them out in front of Sucy.

“What are those for?” Weiss asked.

“Grimm bait,” Sucy said as she pulled out a paper checklist.

“Wait, what?!” Weiss cried.

“It’s part of the plan,” Akko said flatly. “We’re going to head back to Haven, prepare a last stand, then lure the biggest, most dangerous of the Grimm up there so the civilian evacuations have the best chance of getting out of here.”

“And before you complain, Headmaster Lionheart himself gave the okay for this plan, and your own grandmother agreed to help me make it this time,” Sucy said as she examined a jar of some glowing fungus, tapped the glass a few times.

Weiss frowned, and leaned back in her seat. “I never thought I’d ever see the day that things got this bad...”

“Like my Uncle Qrow says, ‘No one ever does’ Weiss...” Ruby said quietly.

The ships managed to return to Haven without incident. The hunters and most of the soldiers disembarked, the Saints were declared part of the civilian evacuation, and they barely avoided getting swept back in the tide of people and Faunus rushing in.

The teams split up, JAYS being ushered into a field laboratory with Freya at the helm; PNPR and BLJC either helping control the evacuation or setting up the defensive emplacements around campus; Aqua and Woody joining the evac ship for the disabled and injured; and AWRD and Whitley heading into the triage tent for the hunters.

“Uncle Qrow!” Ruby cried as she she spotted him sitting up on a cot, before she dashed over to him.

Qrow quickly raised his hands. “Wait, wait, sto--!” he said, before he was tackled onto his back.

Whitley rolled his eyes. “Could you please show some care and restraint? I know you’re happy to see him alive, but he’s still probably injured.”

“Well, at least it’s far from the worst thing that’s happened to him all night,” Winter said as she walked up from nearby.

Weiss and Whitley gasped. “WINTER!” they both cried, before they ran up to her and tackle-hugged her, too.

“I was so worried when I heard that the wild watch towers were completely overrun!” Ruby cried, tears in her eyes. “I thought you’d died out there!”

“Heh, what can I say, guess I caught a lucky break for once...” Qrow said as he calmly peeled Ruby off of him, dropped her off by his side. “Of course, the reinforcements from the city didn’t hurt,” he said, casting a look at Winter as he sat back up.

“How did you two manage to get back up here from way down there, anyway?” Whitley asked as he and Weiss pulled away. “We lost the lower levels so fast!”

“Look, I’d love to know, too, so I have a great story to tell at the Lodge once all this is over, but we were too busy trying to survive and retreat to really pay attention to the details,” Winter replied. “Anyway, I think you five should get some rest and recharge your auras.”

“Especially if you’re not joining the other first years in the evac,” Qrow said. “You look too tired to fight, they’re putting you on that ship whether you like it or not.”

Akko nodded, and soon, they all laid on two cots or the floor, water bottles and MREs in their hands. “Well, team?” Akko said as she ripped off the top of her pack. “We staying or going? I don’t want to split us up, so this is going to be all or nothing.”

“We’re staying,” Weiss said, before she took a sip of water. “Everyone else in my family is going to be in this fight, and I want to be there with them, whatever happens.”

“Ditto that!” Ruby said as she dug into her MRE with a spoon. “My parents and their old team never backed out when the odds were against them, I don’t intend to either.”

“I third the motion,” Diana said as she gazed at her spear laying beside her. “This weapon has been used to hold numerous lines before, and I’m not about to stop now.”

“Not technically a part of this team, but I’m staying if I can help it, too,” Whitley said as he warily eyed the contents of his MRE.

“Then it’s settled then,” Akko said as she raised her hand. “Team AWRD, plus Whitley, to Haven’s defense?”

“To Haven’s defense,” everyone else said as they did the same.

Soon, the search and rescue trips into the city were halted; the evacuation ships began to lift up from port and get into formation; every remaining, able-bodied huntsman, huntress, and soldier trooped to the Great Hall, now surrounded or adorned with turrets, artillery, guard towers, sandbags, shield generators, traps, minefields, spikes, electrified fences, and other defenses, the few airships they could spare patrolling above them.

In the square in front of the Great Hall, a fire pit was being built, Freya, Sucy, and a few members of R&D carefully filling it up with layers of Grimm bait, stardust, and fire dust.

“Have you tested this stuff with an accelerant before?” Benilde asked, her voice muffled for the safety mask on her face.

“Nope, but given what we already know of this stuff, I’ve got hypotheses as to what the effects will be,” Sucy said, wearing a similar mask.

“How confident are you in them, exactly?” Benilde asked nervously as she opened a container of stardust.

“Eh, 63% at best, 7% margin of error,” Sucy said as she started carefully scooping it out and layering it on the pit.

“That’s… just a little better than complete chance.” Benilde said.

“Well, I would have more accurate predictions if SOMEONE didn’t destroy all my samples, force me to erase most of my data, and keep me from running any sort of tests, field, laboratory, or simulated,” Sucy said, casting a sideways glance at Freya.

“Oh, shut it, Manbavaran...” Freya grumbled as she opened a new container of dust.

The bait was set, everyone was in position, and the evacuation ships began to sail off. The air was tense  as everyone waited for the signal, and one long, grueling minute later, it came:

“Visual on Grimm pursuit, over!” one of the evac pilots cried.

“Roger,” Lionheart said, before he turned to the others, and shouted, “Ignite the bait!”

Sucy threw an incendiary grenade at the pit, it lit up immediately; just like in the Celestial Hills, a thick, black, ominous vapour with streams of purple started to rise up in the air, coupled with an awful smell like sulphur and hot asphalt, and a sound like a tar pit violently bubbling and sizzling under a hot sun.

Then, there was a flash of bright gold, before it quickly turned to an ominous, bloody crimson light.

The pit exploded again, the vapour turning into a choking cloud of smog, the smell like a day after a brutal, army-on-army clash in the most hostile no man’s land imaginable, the sound turning into ear-piercing, bone-chilling wails and screams, like hundreds of thousands of people burning to death, falling through an endless abyss, or suffering any number of other, unspeakably horrific fates.

It suddenly stopped, the black smog flickering and fading away like dying embers, the stench burning up along with them, no sound but but an ominous silence.

Lionheart’s scroll activated again. “… Headmaster, we’re just going to ignore whatever that was, and tell you that the heat is of us, and all on Haven, over.”

Lionheart cleared his throat, and said, “How many Grimm do you estimate, over.?”

“Uh… all of them, sir.”

Before Lionheart could reply, a monstrous screech filled the air as the giant nevermore rose up into view, murders of smaller nevermores flying right behind it, before they swooped down on Haven as one, a swarm so large they blocked out the moonlight.

Missiles, flak, and bullets were fired, they barely seemed to make a dent in their numbers, the ones that were killed were easily replaced, the giant simply pulling back into its murder and using them as living shields.

They descended on the Great Hall, pecking at eyes, digging their talons into limbs and bodies, slamming into equipment and people, trying to break and injure them. It was impossible to see or hear through the feathers, the glowing red eyes, and the high-pitched screeching, impossible to see or hear the giant nevermore and several other murders grabbing AWRD lifting them up into the air, until they were already back up in the sky, long out of range for any safe way to shoot the Nevermores down and save them.

The perimeter alarms started ringing, mines started to explode, hordes of land-dwelling Grimm thundered into view, and the Battle for Haven began.

#white rose #rwby #little witch academia #dianakko #and the awrd goes to #fanfic

[semi-imaginary-place]

revolutionary girl utena

just me live blogging as I watch.

ep1: wow I understand now why the lesbians love this show. Even from the opening, the sapphic energies. Also Utena is wearing the boy’s uniform, but literally no boy is wearing that uniform. They are all wearing the aqua or white ones. What is going on. Is it significant that Anthy and the mysterious prince are the only ones with darker skin?

ep2: I needed to get used to all the 90′s shojo-ness, but yeah I’m liking this. Love Utena. I wish I had found this series back when I was like 11.

ep3: yeah red hair. don’t touch a girl’s hair without her permission. its creepy. THEY’RE MIDDLE SCHOOLERS. those dresses are hideous. all the clothes so far have been tasteless actually.

ep4: this is like the 4th time in as many episodes that Anthy’s been slapped. Why is everyone so mean to Anthy (why are the writers so mean to her)? Also she’s starting to come off a bit as a self-insert to someone with low self esteem. Like last episode with the victim-savior setup, Utena swoops in and saves Anthy from a bad situation. shit keeps happening to her, but Utena is there to be her savior. If Miki is a 7th grader doing college level curriculum, why is he even in middle school? Ahh more shojo antics. Miki is projecting onto Anthy isn’t he.

ep5: red hair. dude. she’s 12. Also Miki, Anthy isn’t a doll. Miki wants to posses her and makes the excuse that its to free her. And then there’s Anthy, damn she played him. First she stirs up doubt and possessiveness so he duels Utena and then she breaks his confidence and concentration so he loses. What I don’t get is why she did that. Are these really middle schoolers? Things have been kind of slow, all this characterization has been nice and all but I hope the plot picks up soon.

ep6: ok the Nanami antics are annoying. I’m going to skip them. Parsley! Also blond kid is skipping a lot of class. What is wrong with this school??? and does no one know how to have a healthy relationship???

ep7: Its an actual love triangle!!! The 3 sides are completed! I rather like Jury. Finally some wlw. This is my favorite episode so far. That scene at the end of the fight was so good. I also liked the discussion on miracles. Also scrap what I said earlier I don’t like Jury, I love her.

ep8: I hope the chuchu-saionji swap stays

ep9: So little Utena’s argument is that since we all die anyways, might as well die now. Eternal here is the search for meaning, something that transcends your own life. Interesting how Touga isn’t really paying attention hypnotized by her hair while Saionji is the one truly looking at her. Given the hair thing Touga seems to have recognized Utena, but Saionji didn’t. I don’t get the impression Saionji gets the whole eternal thing, his sense of inferiority towards Touga and desire for Anthy has turned it into something that will magically solve all his problems and make him happy.

I wonder how unreliable the narrator is. The narrator tries really hard to make it seem Utena is into guys/the Prince, calling the rose ring an engagement ring and declaring him her first love. While in the show I have seen zero romantic interest from Utena, its more like she admires him and wants to be him.

huh so Anthy appears in a coffin identical to Utena’s (I’m guessing that time it was symbolic as why would the school’s symbol be used for her parents). Illusions? Symbolism? I wish Saionji actually got crushed. Why did Utena try so hard to get to Anthy, its not like she was being harmed, Touga. you aren’t a feminist. stop calling yourself that. Also you really should not be disclosing your plots when like 4 other people are in the room. Yay conspiracy. They’re wearing those white jackets over their uniform jackets???

Revolutionary Girl Utena is Shojo just like how Hunter x Hunter is shounen isn’t it.

#revolutionary girl utena

[ilovemygaydad]

Friends in Dark Places [ch 7]

pairing: eventual moxiety, eventual logince, background eventual remile, background eventual remy/emile/deceit

WARNINGS: blood, self harm, panic attacks, crying, poor coping mechanisms, mentions of sensory overload, intrusive thoughts, self doubt, self hatred, possibly something else

tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter@band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy

a/n: so i have to repost all of these in a different format! yay fucking me!!!! please consider reblogging these if you’re a fan of this series because it’s all fucked up now

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Before he piled into the back of the car, Virgil took his headphones out of his bag and slid them over his ears. He didn’t need a sensory overload at 7:30 in the morning just because the Disney Prince didn’t have any volume control. Like, at all.

“Wow, Roman! I like the new look! The bomber jacket really makes the whole thing work,” Patton squealed. Roman turned in his seat to look back at Pat, and Virgil could see what he meant. Instead of his usual bare face, he’d put on gold shimmery eyeshadow and red lipstick. Virgil hated to admit it, but he looked really good.

A few minutes into the ride, Virgil felt a light tap on his shoulder. He turned to Patton, who was obviously the giver of the “pat,” with raised eyebrows.

Are you okay? Patton mouthed, tapping his ears to simulate headphones.

Yeah. No need to be overstimulated so early. Virgil mouthed back with a gesture to Roman, who was still singing along to various Disney songs. Patton just nodded and went back to conversing--er, trying to converse with Logan.

The car arrived at Westview High at exactly 7:45, giving each of the students plenty of time to do what they needed before class started at eight. Patton and Virgil went to the office together to drop off their absence notes, then parted ways to go to their lockers.

Virgil walked the whole twenty feet trek to his locker to drop off his backpack and grab his Graphic Arts portfolio and pencil case. He shoved his phone into his hoodie pocket and turned up the volume on his playlist, blasting Green Day as he walked to the opposite end of the school for his first block class.

The dark-clad teenager had hoped he would fly under the radar, but the instant he walked into the graphic arts room, his teacher ambushed him.

“Virgil! I got your email, but what landed you in the hospital for three days?” Mrs. Miller asked. Virgil nearly dropped his binder due to the pure shock of being spoken to so suddenly. He ripped off his headphones and put a hand to his chest.

“First of all, don’t jump out like that,” he said as he made sure all of his bandages were hidden under his sleeves. “Second… I, uh… had a, uh, really bad… allergy… attack. Like, hives all over my body and face. I had to get allergy testing and stuff, and I was on constant antihistamines for, like, three days.” The story was definitely not very believable, and Virgil could see in Mrs. Miller’s eyes that she didn’t believe him at all.

“Sure. Anyway, we’re going to be working on banners or helping clean the lab. You can choose either since I know you’re probably almost done with your banner. Or you are done, which wouldn’t be surprising.” Virgil nodded and headed to the back, tying one of the ink-covered aprons around his waist and began to spray solvent onto one of the many barely-used rags from the discard. He muttered under his breath about how the other students needed to learn that rags were meant to be absolutely filthy when they were discarded, but he ultimately let it go.

Virgil slipped his headphones on and cleaned three screens and a few pallet knives in a blissful bubble of music. His cathartic cleaning session, however, came to a quick end when he had cleaned everything in the shop in just under an hour. With a whole twenty-five minutes left. It wouldn’t be as much of a problem if he wasn’t mostly finished with his project. 

Without any surprise, it took him only five minutes to put finishing touches on his banner. He sighed and sent it to the color printer. Might as well turn it in if he’s done, right? Virgil trudged to the printer and took out the streaky mess. The printer, just to his luck, had been having problems with colored bars randomly showing up on people’s prints, and his was not the exception. As well, it all happened right in the part with the smaller, thin lettering that named the bands.

“Hey, Mrs. Miller. Can I just send you a PDF of the banner? The printer chewed up my design and spat it back out.” Virgil asked as he walked to his teacher’s office door and leaned on the door frame. She took a look at the paper he was holding up and sighed.

“Yeah, that’s fine. I just called IT yesterday and had them fix the printer. That thing is a disaster.” Mrs. Miller shook her head and waved Virgil over. “Let me see your design.”

Virgil hesitated but stepped forward, dropping the paper on her desk. He tugged his hands into his sleeves as his teacher scrutinized the paper. With a heavy sigh, Mrs. Miller set it back on her desk.

“It’s pretty plain, Virgil. Like, it certainly meets all of the criteria for the project, and is definitely good enough to be a perfect grade, but... Virgil, what happened to your amazing designs? This is… bland. Pretty--don’t get me wrong--but bland.” The teen felt the blood rush from his body in one fell swoop. He hadn’t wanted to let her down! He had just thought that it fit the aesthetic of the festival better. But at the same time, he thought back to his past few designs, and the results were disappointing at best. She was right. They were bad.

“I… I’m sorry. You’re right; it sucks.. I’ll go redesign it. Just--yeah.” Virgil swung around and made a motion to leave when Mrs. Miller called after him. He stopped in his tracks but didn’t turn around.

“Virgil. It’s fine. I don’t want you to get upset about it. I’m just saying that you haven’t been acting like yourself recently, and it shows in your work. Art is full of emotion, so when the artist feels down, the art reflects that.”  Virgil could feel her eyes burning into the back of his head, feeding him with self-doubt and fear. He had wanted to hide his feelings better--it was his responsibility to hide everything away inside of himself. Feelings hurt others, and if he had to suffer to keep others safe, then that’s what he had to do. An icy chill shot through his veins at the same time as hot fire. He needed out.

He curtly nodded and walked out of the office. As he sat down in his chair, he took out his phone to text Patton, but realized he hadn’t asked for his number. That just added to his anxiety--how would he be able to meet up with Pat and the others after school to get a ride home? The panic began to rise up his chest until he couldn’t bear it anymore. With all of the false calm he could muster, Virgil asked Mrs. Miller if he could to go to the bathroom, to which she obviously said yes.

His footsteps pounded down the hallway as he ran, even though the nearest bathroom was just a few yards away. Virgil slammed the stall door shut, sliding to the floor with a sob. This wasn’t supposed to be difficult. He had a friend now, and he was so sweet and kind and caring. Not to mention he was living with said friend and his equally-as-nice family, who gave him a really wonderful room and fed him and took care of him. They even fucking committed insurance fraud for him even though they knew nothing about him.

Virgil rolled up his sleeve and began to harshly scratch his forearm where there were no bandages. He needed to relieve the icy hot pain he felt. He needed it out of his body. His mind was racing, going to conclusions that didn’t even make sense, until he lost track of time. The bell for the next period might have rang, but he had no idea. Looking down at his arm, Virgil realized that his long nails had dragged shallow, bloody cuts into his skin. 

It made him feel like a failure. He’d made it, what, all of five days without self harm just to break it over a stupid banner design that he was going to get a good grade on anyway!

His shaky hands dug the phone out of his pocket and turned it on. Patton… What the hell is his name?! Patton… Patton Shea! That was his name. Virgil shakily typed out Pat’s name into the google search bar and scrolled through the results, trying to find any of Patton’s social media. He clicked on the fifth link and practically cried with relief at the discovery of Patton’s Instagram. It’d been updated… Yesterday. Good. He used it often, then. And, by the look of it, he replied almost immediately to comments, so he probably had notifications on. Virgil opened the account in the Instagram app, typing out a sloppy DM through his tears.

vintage-misery to patton-cake24 [Read at 9:15 am]

pat i ‘m in t he ba t hroom by teh grph cs romo i’m havnig a panic attackk hlep vriigl

patton-cake24 to vintage-misery [Delivered at 9:15 am]

It’s okay, Virge. I’ll be there in a few minutes, just hang tight, and I’m gonna help you. It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.

Virgil let his phone slip out of his hand, attempting to marginally calm himself down before Patton arrived. It didn’t really work, and before long, a set of footsteps echoed off of the tile walls of the bathroom.

“Virge? You in here? It’s just me, kiddo. Everything’s okay.” Patton’s voice was hesitant, clearly unsure if he was in the right place. Virgil reached up and unlocked the stall door to let Pat in. “Oh thank goodness.”

Tears immediately began to roll down Virgil’s face again. “I-I’m sorry. IreallyfuckedupandIcouldn’tevenmakeitaweekwithouthurtingmyselfI’msuchafuckingfailurePattonwhatdoIdo?” Patton closed the stall door and kneeled in front of his panicking friend.

“Hey, it’s okay. Any recovery comes with relapse, okay? You’re not a failure; you’re just healing.” Pat’s voice was soft and soothing. “Is it okay if I touch you?”

Virgil nodded, and Patton took his hands from his face, gently holding them in his own. “What is your name?”

“I--what?” the crying teenager asked.

“What’s your name?” Patton repeated.

“V-Virgil.”

“Good. Now, what color is your sweatshirt?”

“Grey.”

“Awesome. You’re doing great. Do I wear glasses?”

“Y-yeah. You do.”

“Good. Really good. Now follow my counting. Four beats in, seven beats holding your breath, eight beats out. One, two…”

It only took a few minutes to get Virgil back to a stable state through breathing exercises and rhythmic hand squeezes. Patton had a big smile on his face.

“That was so good, kiddo! I’m really proud of you,” Patton encouraged. The sound of the bell dully rang through the bathroom, and Virgil rushed to stand up. Pat forced him back down.

“I know I just said that was good, but you definitely aren’t in any sort of condition to be rushing around in crowded hallways yet. We’re going to stay right here and make sure you’re a-okay before we leave. I’m going to get you a pass to your next class, okay? I’ll be right back--don’t move.” Patton released his grip on Virgil’s hands and stood up, swiftly striding out of the bathroom. He returned only a minute later with two yellow slips, Virgil’s graphics supplies, and a few tissues. Pat gently wiped the tears away from his friend’s face, making sure not to smear any of the makeup under his eyes.

“Patton…” Virgil didn’t have the words to say what he was feeling. He was sorry for dragging Pat into this mess, but even more sorry for failing to not harm himself for even an entire week.

“Hey, it’s okay. Now, let me see where you’re hurt so it doesn’t get any worse,” Patton ordered, though it was more caring than harsh. Virgil held his left arm out and rolled up the sleeve of his hoodie. The skin just below his elbow had flakes of dry blood on it, following the scrapes that he’d formed. Patton took a roll of gauze he’d taken from the Child Guidance room and wrapped it around the wounds. The gauze wouldn’t exactly help heal anything, but it would prevent unnecessary pain from the sweatshirt rubbing over it.

Once he was done, Patton sat down beside Virgil. “Do you think you could tell me what made you feel so anxious? It’s okay if you can’t, but it’ll help if we know what to avoid in the future.”

“Okay, well,” Virgil groaned, dropping his head in his hands. “God, this is so stupid. I shouldn’t have even panicked about it, but my graphics teacher is really nice and stuff, and she likes my work. So, naturally, she starts to notice that my designs are becoming less me and are more boring. Like, still good enough, but just without the usual feeling in them. And this has been going on for a while, pretty much ever since March when I started to get extremely depressed and anxious. And today I gave her my latest design for a project we were doing, and she told me that it was uninspired and boring, which it was but that’s not the point, and she wasn’t impressed with my work anymore, and it just started to get into my skin that she knew that I was super depressed, and that now it was a big deal. I felt like a giant failure for my designs being lame and I just--It’s stupid. Never mind.” The teen leaned forward to rest his head on his knees. He felt so tired.

Patton spoke up after a moment. “No feelings are stupid, kiddo. I’m sure it was really hard on you to hear what your teacher said, but she obviously just cares about you. Just like I care, hon. Next project, you’re just going to have to channel your emotions into whatever you’re making, and I’m sure it’ll turn out amazing. You’re not a failure in anyone’s eyes. Especially not mine.” Virgil felt his friend’s arms slither around his waist for an awkward hug. A little smile crept on his face from the very Patton gesture.

They sat in the bathroom stall for another couple of minutes before they decided they were good enough to get back to class.

“Give me your phone so you won’t have to find my Instagram again,” Pat said and held his hand out for the phone. Patton quickly typed his number in, sending a text to himself. 

Virgil

Delivered at 8:35 am

hey

Patton

Read at 8:35 am

Hey Virge!

Virgil

Delivered at 8:35 am

patton was that really necessary to reply to your own text to yourself

Patton

Read at 8:36 am

It sure was!!!! Let’s get back to class!! :P

Virgil rolled his eyes and slipped his phone back into his pocket. The pair walked out of the bathroom and went their separate ways.

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#sanders sides fic #moxiety #logince #m writes things #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders