#[ because the more you read about spirits and /demons/. the sadder i get. it's the same with lucanis and spite actually. ]

[iniziare]

Following my usual daily ventures on X and Tumblr, I realized that there's two things that I wanted to address/bring up. So, as per usual: spoilers. /echo, echo.

— The Fade prison is still failing. It needed replacement (which is referenced on several occasions, but a big one is during the memory with Mythal that expands on the DAI scene), and nothing in current lore tells me that this has changed in any way: it's still failing. Nothing I can find says that it now being bound to Solas, who is decently weaker than Elgar'nan, magically 'resolves' that issue. Therefore, his 'atonement' doesn't automatically equate to an 'eternal imprisonment', even if Lavellan's choice of words for going with him include 'forever', for she simply doesn't know what she's walking into or for how long, and instead enforces this tether to him from the deepest form of trust one one else could ever find (heartbreak.mp3). The atonement lasts as long as Rook decides as they hold the dagger, or until the Veil falls on its own. But that touches on another topic briefly: if you want to 'punish' Solas the most, or longest— though this ending is 'kindest' (not quite), it is the one that keeps him in the prison the longest. The dagger trick (this warrants a post on its own, and it's the only one I have writing beef with, character 'bias' aside), or the worst ending(s) all send the lyrium dagger with him, which, has you wonder if he's then simply given the opportunity to slice into the Veil, and slip out. Does the prison need a host, if said host holds the lyrium dagger? And even if he couldn't what could he do from inside after 'Pride' has been taunted, and 'punished' (in Rook's, and the audience's eyes), since again, he is in possession of his dagger? There is no atonement here, only resentment from a spirit that is now even closer to finding its fully perverted nature of a Pride demon. So I think if speaking morally across the board, which option is really 'for the greater good of Thedas', instead of personal resentment (though understandable)? But in that, I like that we're repeatedly told that we don't know, and we're making it up as we go. Out of all protagonists, Rook's personal journey of mental development is the most intriguing to me, and arguably (in my opinion), is the most 'human' in the sense that I think they give us the most relatable options of choice, understandable/relatable resentment being one of them. But anyway, I digress: if the atonement ending isn't chosen, then I definitely think the story isn't quite concluded, even though I don't believe that it ever really is.

— Blood magic. No, Solas has no loathing for the nature of blood magic at its essence. He stated so very clearly back in DAI during a conversation with the Inquisitor in Haven, and the bit of the conversation that pertains to my point goes as follows: 'Magic is magic, just as water is water, but it can be used in different ways. (...) Dalish magic is more practical, not needing Chantry approval, although they still frown on blood magic. Superstition.' And when you ask him to elaborate, 'You said censure against blood magic was a superstition...' He adds: 'Most modern cultures forbid blood magic. Publicly, even Tevinter disapproves of it. But as I said, magic is magic. It matters only in how it is used.' And yes, I can already hear it, I know exactly what point will be brought up (lucky me, I found a video that touches on this exact topic that showcases both scenes): and I want to say firmly that no, this is not a retcon, nor is it Solas changing his mind, nor is this a total and utter lie (he rarely, rarely lies that fully, and clearly). He simply states that he abhors the use of it, as in— he, himself, despises using it; which is why he so firmly says no to Cole, when the notion is brought up in DAI. Now yes, he did employ the use of blood magic in relation to Rook (the extents, I need to do research on, as it's obvious that Solas absolutely winged that part of this 'plan', but all of it is also a bit flimsily written due to, for starters, the details that Varric shares being incredibly personal at times, but I digress), and I see so many on X and whatnot complain of how this means that 'Solas changed his mind', no— what it intends to show you, is the ferocity with which he believes that he, and only he, is able to fix what he broke. The game intends to show you that over, and over again, and it is to prove just how far a spirit can be pushed from where it started. And no, stop approaching Solas as if he is your regular elf next door, or anything but exactly what he is: a spirit. Trying to sway a spirit from its nature is incredibly difficult (we'll go into Mythal, and the nature of his care, and devotion to her that started the journey of his spirit's perversion, another day), and that is literally the explanation behind what people are calling an 'inconsistency'. It's called desperation, but more so, the strength of a belief, or more specifically, how far something that is akin to being... the 'personification' of a belief can go in, well, its own belief. I think Solas has proven that one can go very far. The perversion of spirits, and the reality of what demons then truly are, is a tragedy that Dragon Age has been trying to prove to us for years. It doesn't take away the wrongs that they can do once they get twisted, but it's tragic, because spirits are benevolent; serene, and peaceful at their core. And it's kind of heartbreaking to know that something so purely good, can be pulled from that nature.

[maespri]

bela talbot . . .

so i just got through rewatching season 3 of supernatural and. i'm 300 years late to the party and fixating on a character from literally One season but man bela talbot will always be like. in my top ten characters in that whole show. because i think complex morally grey female characters should be absolutely worshipped and loved. but in all seriousness- i love her character and the way she was written (which is a high compliment for supernatural lol) and i juuust need to get my thoughts out.

she's obviously written in at first just to bring some sort of chaos to sam and dean's lives and to be an antagonistic figure in bad day at black rock, and she makes that whole episode absolutely hilarious. like, of course she pretended to be a hot waitress and stole a rabbit's foot from sam's pocket and made his life comically difficult for a few hours by doing so. and of course bobby immediately knows her when dean calls to ask if he has any idea who would want the foot. she's so prolific that bobby's literally like, "some freaky woman stole a rabbits foot from y-? oh my god it's probably bela." and of course dean broke into her house to get it back and of course bela has a cat. and the episode ends with bela literally shooting sam while dean is talking about how "i happen to be able to read people. you're a thief, sure, but you wouldn't shoot someone-" while she's actively firing off a round into sam's shoulder. and then she steals $46,000 from them in lottery tickets and drives away. she's hilarious.

but then there's also this underlying parallel that i think is beautifully, and maybe unintentionally at some points, drawn up between dean and bela. viewers are obviously meant to root for dean and dislike bela, but if you squint... they're really not all that different. they just happened to go down two different paths, with dean choosing to use his knowledge of the supernatural to help other people, and bela using hers to help herself.

i'll touch on those comparisons in a second, but going into bela's backstory for a moment- her parents abused her, so she made the deal with lilith, the crossroads demon, to have them killed. what makes that even sadder when i think about it is the fact that bela could've easily killed her parents herself. you don't need a demon to slash the brake lines on your parents car. she was fourteen. she must have been beyond desperate if she were willing to exchange her soul, and agree to live for only 10 more years before going to hell, just to have them killed.

but with that in mind, back to my point about how similar dean and bela are... dean's father was also abusive in many ways- dean just struggled to see it that way. bela is a thief, yes- but dean manages to steal the rabbit's foot from bela, sneaky and undetected practically right from her damn pockets, and wave it in her face while leaving her house unharmed. she's conniving and lying and she doesn't use it for good, but dean is a liar as well- he just does use it for good, whether it be lying about being an FBI agent to get details on a case or lying to sam to try to stop him from worrying about him.

and they are both endlessly stubborn. in red sky at morning, when dean gets in her face talking about how the spirit only kills people who have killed their family, bela just tells him she had a good reason. she doesn't tell him her story, because she doesn't owe that to him, why should she? and in time is on my side, when bela is quite literally living through her last day alive, when her 10-year deal with the crossroads demon is coming to head, when dean has her up against a wall with a gun in her face, insulting her for what she did to her family, saying she makes him sick- bela offers no context. she loathes pity, doesn't want it. she lets him believe she did it for the inheritance when that isn't true at all. and she dies carrying that with her.

and all of that isn't to say bela is excused from what she does, or that she's really good deep down. she did irreparable damage to sam and dean and other people's lives. she's a conniving thief. she only uses the supernatural for her own personal gain. she doesn't really care about how her actions might affect others. and she doesn't have much regard for other people's lives.

but she's still so... human. and the fact that she's so morally grey is what makes her so wonderful. you don't want to like her but somehow a lot of people end up doing just that.

underneath that confident untouchable front she puts up, she's so helplessly human. she goes to sam and dean in red sky at morning to ask them for help because she's literally going to die, and she pays them when they do help her, awkwardly stating she "doesn't like owing people favors." she calls dean three minutes before she's literally going to die and go to hell. he's her last resort. and she begs him for help, and he tells her he can't, not anymore. she had her chance and she sold the colt anyway. in jus in bello (if i'm remembering correctly... i could be wrong), when dean calls bela and is all, "i'm gonna kill you," bela actually seems genuinely distressed and calls him back to tell her that she doesn't like having grudges with people, and she does something to try to make it up to him.

also let's talk about the fact that dean just has bela's number in his phone and that she has him in hers. and one of, if not the only time, we actually see him call her is to be like "hey bela! i'm going to fucking kill you i'm not even joking. bye!" kind of hilarious to me actually.

anyway. i think she's such an interesting character. she had her reasons for doing what she did the same way sam and dean had their reasons for doing what they did. and i really wish we could've gotten more backstory on her character. but yeah thats my thought dump for tonight.

[pompadourpink]

hey mom this might be a bit heavy and long, sorry!

how do you live past your mental illness? i graduated after having been convinced i wouldnt make it for years. now im in college and its hard to actually imagine a real future for myself, or even feel motivated for it, yanno? ive been studying french for like 5 years and im still in intermediate/beginner purgatory, so self studying isnt going well either. i guess, how do i set goals and stick to/feel accomplished by them? i dont think i ever learned how

thanks!!!

Hello dear,

I had chronic depression for more than a decade and thought from the bottom of my heart that I would never survive it or beat it and I did, so I have loads to say.

The stuff that torments you most likely exists only inside your head - as in, no one else thinks that. It sounds stupid but it is not: if someone tells you that you're bright, if someone likes you, if someone trusts you with something, don't tell them or think that they are wrong. They made their decision and stand by it. In high school, I convinced myself that I was unlovable, ignored/pushed away anyone who liked me, then spent years complaining about being completely lonely and miserable, and that was entirely my doing. I could have been happy, and I wasn't. Trust others and allow them in your circle, even if your brain tells you it's a scam. It's not. Don't make yourself sadder than you already are.

Rebrand. I used to see myself as a plate that had been thrown on the floor many times and kept being broken into smaller and smaller pieces, which made it harder and harder to reconstruct fully. I also used to picture my depression as some type of vicious little demon that was riding on my back, biting and wounding my shoulders with its sharp teeth and long claws, and taking all the pleasure in the world in never letting me have one moment of peace. After making many changes in my life (cutting ties, better people, therapy, prioritising myself), I began seeing my wounds as bruises that would eventually heal, and, more importantly, after watching The seventh seal, I started picturing depression/Death as No-face from Spirited away: massive, a bit creepy, silent, always by my side, but not evil, not malicious, just there. After a while, it felt like a reassuring presence who had been standing next to me faithfully for most of my life, and when I beat depression, my oldest friend waved and went away. So long, my dear, until we meet again!

Obviously, get a therapist if you can afford one, but even if you can, talk to as many people as you can and read a lot, especially about psychology and psychiatry. I started feeling better in 2018 and beat depression in March 2020, ironically, because everyone on social media started getting symptoms of depression (feeling like crap, gaining weight, having issues with hygiene, etc.) which no one normally talked about, and I realised I wasn't broken, I just had been having a normal reaction to an abnormal situation. Hear as many points of view as you can so you can make an educated decision.

When it comes to the future, think of what you've loved your entire life. When I think of my current life, everything I have has been carried since childhood. Don't study for a particular job, but work for a particular life. Identify what makes you happy, what you are good at, what you love, and focus on that stuff and that stuff only. Become excellent at those things, and find a way to make a living out of it - you don't have to follow the regular path, everything is temporary anyway, and what matters is that you're happy. That's it.

When it comes to goals, the first step is to find out what meaning you want to give to your life: two questions here, the first being what is my greater purpose? And the other what is my biggest personal goal? The second step is to declutter. And I don't mean declutter your wardrobe - declutter everything. Your house, head, diet, relationships, beliefs, habits; anything that doesn't serve you, brings you closer to your main goal or purpose, makes you miserable, has to go. The third step is to question constantly why you want to do things: do you actually (why?), or are you trying to impress someone, or to reach another person's dream? If you can't manage to do something, either you need to cut it into smaller pieces and treat yourself after reaching each milestone, or admit that you don't actually want to do it. In the case of French, check out my Google drive and read Goosebumps, or tweets, or sing along karaoke on Youtube. Make it fun, easy, frequent but short, and be nicer to yourself.

Love and power,

Mum

[prose-for-hire]

Christmas Angel

[This fic is part of my (super late) 12 days of Christmas]

Pairing: Charles Gunn x reader

Request: can you please do a Gunn x reader one shot with the prompts “You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” and “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not”

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Like one swear. Reader really doesn’t like Christmas. Gunn uses the nickname ��angel’, just in case you don’t like that lol (it is teasing).

You weren’t big on Christmas. You hadn’t celebrated with any family for such a long time. It hadn’t really been much of a big holiday even when you had. You felt a little trapped back home, which is why you had moved away as soon as you had.

It wasn’t even just Christmas you didn’t enjoy. It was winter. You didn’t particularly like snow once the novelty wore off and you were just sliding around and incredibly cold. That’s why you decided Los Angeles was the perfect place.

You had been a little bit of a loner when you first moved to the big city but you eventually made some friends and found a really great place to work. Saving the World no less.

You had told them dryly that you had expected to get a cape at least with your new job but alas you were just given an empty coffee cup that you were allowed to personalise yourself. You chose not to bother.

Along with your own mug, you were also given a few other benefits. Such as a half-decent paycheck; A stake-licence and, I suppose, bragging rights that you were part of the ‘good fight’. Whatever that meant.

But the biggest draw, the thing that got you up every morning and almost giddy with excitement (that you never let anyone see) was that he worked there too. Gunn.

He was funny, attractive and he had such a big heart. If you were a different type of person you definitely would have swooned whenever he entered the room.

You had a fun relationship, you would bounce off each other. You could tease each other, enjoying the back and forth without taking anything too seriously. Little did anyone know, this was your way of flirting.

You weren’t great with feelings. Vulnerability sickened you and you hadn’t cried in public since you lost your mother in the supermarket when you were five.

You had scoffed at the decorations when you walked into work that morning. It was November for God’s sake. Fred and Cordy had been waiting everyone to arrive and compliment their decorating skills. You bypassed them, going straight for your mug. You identified it easily as the only one that was still plain white.

You made your morning hot drink and listened as Gunn complimented the girls nodding that it was new… and bright. That made you smile. He continued telling to them that he really liked it. But when you turned, you saw that they were all looking at you, waiting for you to continue the compliments.

“Uh, it’s y’know…” You said hoping someone would finish your sentence. You rolled your eyes when they didn’t, “Green. It’s very green”

“Aw, y/n come on. We know you can do better than that!” Cordy persisted, she liked to needle you because she could sense how nice you were really. Underneath it all. Which you appreciated but it did make you uncomfortable. That she saw through your front. The team was fond of you, you never really knew why but you did like them you just didn’t really know how to show it any differently.

“I like green” You stated before turning to the stack of files and sifting through them, sipping from your cup.

Gunn smiled softly as he watched you just walking around doing what you usually would. He really liked you. Wanted to spend the entire day with you, the nights too. His eyes followed you around the room. He didn’t know how to approach you, you were kind of intimidating and besides he didn’t really want to lose what you already had. He saw you as his closest friend, his partner in fighting demon-related crime.

It had taken a while for you to be comfortable enough with him to even tease each other like this. Because it was you being nice, he could feel it. Plus, he had seen you angry. It was scarier than the demons you fought each day.

You looked up and he looked away, towards where Angel had just emerged from his office. He also had to tell the girls that he liked the pretty decorations they had spent a long time putting up. You squinted at him, but shrugged. You thought if he had liked you he would have said something.

No, it was one-sided and you were in deep. Cursed to sail the choppy waters of unrequited longing for as long as this affection would last. In fairness, your feelings for Gunn had lasted a lot longer than the liking you had harboured for any other.

It did annoy you at times, the way you waited to have time alone with him. The way seeing his smile lit up your day. His laughter the most-played track in your mind.

You scanned your eyes down his athletic frame, he was leaning against a desk with his hands in his pockets.

You were staring. Again. You looked around the room, where talk had turned to Christmas plans past and future. Angel had caught your eye, he knew brooding over a love you didn’t think you deserved. If there was ever a person that understood, it was him. He raised his eyebrows at you and you just glared, snapping your eyes away. He smiled, shaking his head.

During this non-verbal conversation, where Angel was willing you to embrace your vulnerability and you were doing the most to get him to read ‘fuck off’ from your face (which he got by the way), Gunn had pushed off from the desk he was leaning against and had made his way over to you.

“Hey, morning, angel” He said this to you. He had started to call you angel teasingly. He did this because you thought it was sickly. And, more personally, because of the affection he held for you.

“I’ve told you before that’s confusing when you work with an Angel” You muttered, but he grinned. That wasn’t why you didn’t like it.

“What about you, huh? What are your plans this year?” He pushed on, ignoring your usual eye roll at him.

“What?”

“Christmas”

“Oh, that” You muttered, hoping you had moved on, “I plan on sleeping through it. Maybe drinking through it. I’m still deciding between the two” You looked up, as if this was a really important decision before getting back to the file you were pretending to skim-read.

It was too hard to concentrate with him so close. He had started to wear a cologne, maybe it was an aftershave you weren’t sure, that smelled so good. You wanted to embrace him every time he was close as it was, but he smelled so good. You wanted to rest your head in the crook of his neck and inhale. Land a kiss, perhaps…

You had zoned out, staring at the space beside the crook of his neck. He waited for you to blink before rubbing the side of his neck in case there was something there. He hoped it wasn’t a demon bug that had bitten him. He really didn’t need to be the next spiderman.

“Why don’t you do Christmas?” He moved the conversation on, not willing to part with you yet.

“Maybe you should ask why you do Christmas? What has it ever done for you?” You asked. You were being unnecessarily harsh on the holiday, you could feel it but you had your reasons and you just didn’t like it, “I like my own company, oh and Santa isn’t real”

“Don’t lie, I met him one year” He claimed which actually made you snort and look up. He smiled, pleased with himself that he had made you smile. He eventually went to his own work area, getting into it. The research was boring, but having you across the room was worth it.

He found himself reading your facial expressions over the book Wes had given him. You were thinking. He wasn’t convinced that you did entirely only enjoy your own company. He hoped that you liked him even a fraction of the way he liked you.

He asked several times through December, trying to gauge just how alone you were going to be. You explained the same thing each time, but every time you said it you could acutely feel it getting sadder and sadder. Until you refused to reply anymore.

Turns out, he heard from Cordy that you really didn’t celebrate. You call home sometimes, maybe buy some kind of discount dessert after the fact, but other than that, nothing. Cordelia would usually invite you places for holidays but you were free of that particular drama this year as she was visiting her family where they relocated after Sunnydale collapsed in on itself.

In the middle of December, your true love gave something to you. A brand new, hot off the presses festive moniker.

“Hey, Christmas Angel, how’s things?” He gestured at you with his head as he asked and you lit up inside. You loved when he came to check in on you. But you kept your face neutral as you replied.

“Dark and dangerous, the usual” You shrugged, before realising what had been said, “Wait, what did you just call me?”

“You answered, so, must be your new nickname” He shrugged, a wide grin as he walked off, “Don’t make the rules!” He called over his shoulder as he could tell you were floundering to respond with some kind of comeback. You could feel the mischievous intent from across the room where he was now sat.

You were still for a moment. The letters of the name pouring like sand through a hourglass in your mind. It was only a matter of time with this and you were starting to feel it.

That nickname was dangerous. It had grown on you. It made you begin to soften. You thought it was stupid, but he said it to you. He only ever said it to you.

He continued to call you this, much to the rest of the team’s amusement (and knowing looks that they shared about you both) through the rest of the month.

You all got Christmas Day off. Even Angel had plans by this point, it was now Christmas Eve after all. Him and Wesley had invited you too, you almost told them that you would rather stick pins in your eyes (the conversation would be dead, not just because of the obvious dig at the other guest). But, you chose, in the spirit of Christmas and all, just to politely decline.

Gunn watched you interact with the others, he saw the mask slip even only slightly. And thus, on Christmas Eve he had started to plan something he had been considering for a while.

Christmas Day rolled around and you were staring at the tv, feeling so very bored. You were almost regretting getting stuck in some dusty read-a-thon with Angel and Wes (you were, of course aware that the men could be fun but it was just easier to say this to convince yourself you were better off on your own).

As you considered calling someone, anyone, there was a knock at the door. You frowned but walked over there. You smiled, pretty wide when you checked through the peephole who it was. You swung the door open and there he was.

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” Gunn shook his head at you and didn’t wait to be invited in. He just walked past you and made himself at home.

“Gunn, you really didn’t have to-”

“I want to. I like spending time with you, anyway” he shrugged, “’Sides I’m just showing you how it’s done” he added a glint in his eye as he took large amounts of food from the bags he had brought with him. It was all going to have to be reheated but you couldn’t stop smiling as he started to busy around your little kitchen. He noted you really had been sleeping through the day. There was a blanket and a pillow on your sofa and the tv remote had been chucked on top as you went to answer the door.

It made him more determined. He didn’t want to think of you alone, no matter how much you insisted you enjoyed it. The only people you were friendly with was the team and ‘friendly’ was a term that could be applied only very loosely.

“Hey, y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m only doin this as long as you do one thing for me” He said, keeping a straight face. You frowned, raising an eyebrow which almost made him break. He whipped out some red material from the bag and started to smile. You started to shake your head absolutely not as he maintained, “You’re wearing the Santa hat, whether you like it or not” He pointed at you, brandishing the hat in front of you. You shook your head, trying to snatch it from his hand and throw it away.

He chased you through the house, with you zipping about trying to get him to give up and get rid of the stupid hat. You were having fun, actual fun, on Christmas. You squealed slightly as he eventually managed to tackle you onto your sofa and stop the chase.

You both landed into a heap on your sofa. Basically on top of each other. So close you swore you could feel his heart hammering as fast as your own. He was warm and his smile made you feel safe. Elated.

Laughing. You both were laughing, staring into each other’s eyes. You were so close, you felt your heart start to ache. Nobody had gotten through like this before. Broken down your barriers so much. Made a home for himself within your heart. You had never even let anyone see where you actually lived before.

He took the opportunity, as you were lost in his eyes, to plant the hat on your head. Before you could reach and remove it, he took your wrists and quickly leaned in. His lips crashing against yours. It was a desperate pouring of feelings. Untold and a long time coming. His lips were urgent and loving. Fiery but gentle. This was his one shot, so he was going to kiss you like this was the first and last time he would ever get to be intimate in this way.

He took his chance, knowing well that he could have read the signs all long. But he couldn’t not take this chance. He wanted you. He wanted to spend Christmas with you, because you spend time with the ones you love at this time of year.

His hands slid up your arm, cradling you as you weaved your fingers between his on the other hand. You were lost in this kiss. The choppy tides of longing had calmed, giving way to a deep all-encompassing current. His love, his adoration was pulling you under. And you surrendered.

It was the best Christmas you ever had. The other gifts could wait, the only one that mattered was this. Each other.

[blahblog]

The Promised Neverland

Warning Spoilers!

I have heard a lot about this show from Tik Tok. I finally finished watching it last night, and it pretty much deserves its hype. It still isn’t my favorite, but it was very good. 

Basically the premise of the show is that there are a bunch of kids at this orphanage. You learn pretty early on that they are actually on a farm that raises them to be fed to a bunch of demons. The demons want to eat their brain, so the smarter and more creative a child is the better tasting they are. Children are eligible to be shipped out by age 6 where the ones who perform the lowest on their tests gets shipped out first. The ones with the highest test scores are allowed to live until age 12 when they are saved for a special demon called “The One”. The kids find all of this out, and this 12 episode anime is basically their escape attempt. 

There are three main characters. 

Emma: 

First off, she totally reminded me of Hinata from Haikyuu. The orange hair, smile, athletic ability, and positivity all line up. Anyways, she is described as the most physically talented, but she’s less smart than her two male counterparts. She has this heart of gold, and she’s led by her emotions making her a little impulsive at times. She is the one who insists on bringing all the kids on their escape attempt even the little ones who would most likely slow them down.  

Norman:

He is also described as kind. His main trait is his intelligence. In the first episode, it’s clearly shown that Emma is much faster and stronger than him, but he still beats her in a game of tag by outwitting her. He is much more logical than Emma, but he says himself that he is in love with her, so he generally goes along with what Emma wants. He ends up being the ultimate mastermind in the escape, but he also sacrifices himself in the process. Honestly, I think a lot of people cited his death as a major tragedy, but I never really got that invested in him. 

Rei:

 Rei was my absolute favorite, and the twists in the end just make me like him even more. He is also a mastermind; he spends his days reading and studying instead of running and playing. It is later revealed that he is the one that planned for Emma and Norman to find out the truth, and he had a 6 year long plan to get them away from the farm. He acts as a sort of double/triple agent, and he has been leaking information to mom since he was 6. In the last episode you find out he is mom’s biological son, and that hit me so hard. Honestly mom’s whole backstory hit me kind of hard. 

These three kids plot against basically the whole world. I love underdog stories like this because they don’t just win by sheer luck or perseverance. The characters are genuinely smart, and their plans (though farfetched) are really thought out in advance. The levels of mental chess Norman and Rei were playing with each other had me on the edge of my seat. I never knew what was going to happen next. It was the kind of mental games Death Note is known for, and that is one of my favorite animes. I love complicated plans and last minute twists.

I was told by a friend that the more you re watch it, the more clues there are that foreshadow the revelations that occur. I LOVE shows that put in that kind of detail into their craft. 

I think another thing this anime does really well is that they show us morally grey characters. The mom and sister Krone were in the same position as these kids, and they did what they needed to survive. The show even shows clips of them as kids. 

  And not going to lie, when Isabella was a kid, she paralleled Emma a lot. She was bubbly and athletic, and she had to say goodbye to a childhood friend who resembled Norman a lot. I think Emma could have ended up just like her if things had gone even a little different. 

It’s shown at the end that Isabella was the other kid who had found out the truth and tried running away all those years ago. She was smart and agile. She even climbed the wall the EXACT same way as Emma and Norman. But I think losing her friend broke her spirit. She allowed herself to get talked down and to work within the system. I think she though shipping out Norman would make Emma react in the same way as herself. She didn’t take into account that Norman would still inspire Emma even after he was gone. His master plan really was the work of a kid genius. 

When she loses, she even wishes them luck which made me think she really did love them, and she thought being oblivious was the best life they could have. She knew the truth; she suffered, and I don’t think she wanted that for her kids. She seemed so evil, but when she said she loved every single one of her kids I believed her. I’m sure the kids have a rough journey ahead, and since she can no longer stop them she wishes them the best. 

And when they had Rei sing her dead friend’s tune, I almost lost it. You can see she’s still traumatized. And those last words between the two akjdfeatffsef it was beautiful to watch. Honestly those two are my favorite characters.

Also I have a theory:

They did not milk Norman’s death enough. It could have been way sadder. PLUS they didn’t even show that he died. So I have a theory that Norman isn’t actually dead. Only little girls can one day become a mom, but they need to be impregnated by someone. And that someone needs to have amazing genes, so that the next kids can have juicy brains. So I think that Norman was chosen to be a dad. I guess we will find out next season. 

ALSO ALSO I thought it was so precious when all the younger kids started helping with the escape and plotting behind mom’s back. When Emma bosses them around and they just look so unfazed while Rei is at a loss for words--PRICELESS. Ugh especially the two onion head boys. SO adorable. 

Anyways, always question things and fight the man!

With love,

[soft-stormcloud]

Professional Spirit Chasers [Analogical]

Trigger warnings: Dead character, same character committed suicide but they’re the ghost and it has a really happy ending, when we first meet Patton he’s super sickly and really really sad

   Word count: 2439

A/N: I… I don’t know what this turned into. Oh well.

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“Roman, honestly, it’s not that hard, just hold the camera still.”

“I’m trying!”

Logan rolled his eyes, looking at Virgil. “Let’s get this out of the way, yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Logan made dead eye contact with the camera. “My name is Logan Sanders, I’m with my fiance Virgil, and we’re professional ghost hunters.”

“Spirit chasers,” Virgil corrected quietly.

“Whatever.”

They stood in front of a nice-looking, two bedroom house, with blue walls and big windows. It was close to midnight.

“Roman,” Logan said, “our less than talented cameraman today-”

“Excuse me-”

“-reached out to us and offered to record one of our sessions to give him practice, and to prove that spirits aren’t dangerous at all. Now that introductions are out of the way, we’re going to pretend the cameras not there, because it makes me uncomfortable and it gives Virgil anxiety.”

“Lo, you’re rambling,” Virgil mumbled with a little smile.

“Right.” He blushed. “Ahem. Let’s begin.”

As they walked up the drive, Roman rushed to keep up. “Uh, Logan? Mind telling them what we’re doing here?”

He sighed. “If I must.” He straightened up, grabbing what looked to Roman like a flat black box with an army green screen. “We’ve been contacted by the owner of the house that they believe a spirit is lingering inside. They’ve asked us to clear the spirit.”

Virgil wet his lips as they stopped outside the front door. “The, uh…”

“Speak louder, babe.”

He fumbled with his messenger bag. “The spirit,” he showed up a picture of a boy with peach skin and messy golden hair laughing while hugging what looked to be a stray cat, “is believed to be twenty two year old Patton Hart. He died two years ago, and lived here alone. It was ruled a suicide.”

Logan spoke while Virgil unlocked the door. “My fiance will be contacting the spirit, while I monitor the equipment.”

Inside, it was mostly half-unpacked moving boxes, the only things set up being the couch and the entertainment centre. The television was off.

“Hey, teach, you ever use Ouija boards?” Roman grinned while looking through the camera.

“That’s a good way to get killed,” he said offhandedly, looking around.

“Oh.”

“Spirits, are harmless. Ouija boards don’t invite spirits, though.” He looked at Roman with a glare. “They invite demons. We don’t use them.”

They went into the kitchen- It was small and narrow, cabinets and counters on either side leading to the dining table in the back.

“Temperature dropping,” Logan said, his eyes glued to his box thing.

While Roman and Logan stayed in the doorway, Virgil ventured in, his gaze drifting around curiously. He looked almost ethereal, with his black lace dress, the sleeves coming down to his palms, the light glimmering across his makeup. Any time he remembered the camera, he got nervous, small, but he seemed content enough to get to know the spirit.

“What’s he doing?” Roman asked.

“Shut up,” Logan said.”

They sat in tense silence as Virgil looked around, until he turned and said, “He’s not down here.”

That was apparently a queue Roman didn’t understand- Logan moved to set all his equipment on the dining room table, and Virgil began inspecting every inch of the kitchen. He ran his fingers over a crack in the wall, closing his eyes.

“Uh…” Roman zoomed in on his fingers. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be looking for the ghost?”

“Patton will come to us if he wants to.” Virgil straightened up, brushing down his dress. “He’s just like a person, we can’t force him into anything.”

“What if he doesn’t want to leave?”

Virgil squeezed past Logan to the other side of the kitchen, a gentle hand on his back. “We’ll talk with our client about what to do from there.”

“Sometimes they insist we make them leave anyway,” Logan said, fiddling with a mic, “in which case we keep trying until the spirit agrees, or it’s time to stop. A lot of the times we’re able to come up with a compromise, though.”

Virgil glanced at a stain on the wall, the wallpaper curling. “People are most often compassionate when given the choice.”

“If he leaves, where does he go?”

He shrugged. “Depends. Not everyone wants to pass. Sometimes they stay with us for a while while we find some family for them to latch onto, and they become a familiar. Sometimes they just want a quiet place to stay.”

Roman looked at him over the camera. “Is he stuck here?”

Virgil looked at the camera nervously, and turned away. “Not really. He has to want to leave, or at least be okay with it. Like I said: We can’t force him to do anything.”

“Verge,” Logan secured the mic in his belt and grabbed the box thing, “ready to go upstairs?”

“Yeah.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “No, no, no- Everyone who goes upstairs in horror movies ends up dead!”

“Good thing we’re not in a horror movie.” Logan grabbed Roman’s shoulder and gently pushed him out of the kitchen. “Come on, cameraboy.”

Upstairs, it was even more empty. They stopped in every room before Virgil stopped them in the master bedroom, the dresser and bed set up but otherwise everything was in pieces or boxes.

“He’s in here.”

Roman’s heart pounded as he whipped around to look at Logan. “What?”

“Don’t look at me!” He snapped. “Point it at Virgil, this is his part.”

Virgil sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes fluttering closed. “Patton? The lady who lives here asked us to talk to you. Am I speaking to Patton?” He opened his eyes and looked around.

Two blue eyes stared at him from the cracked open closet doors. “Yes.”

He smiled comfortingly. “Can you come out here, please?”

Patton hesitated; The closet doors creaked open further as he stepped out, Roman gasping and turning to it.

Patton, more or less, looked like he did in the picture, only much sadder and with rope burns around his neck. He wore pajamas with black cats all over them, his feet bare and his eyes swollen from crying. He looked sickly, like he hadn’t been eating.

“Who’s he looking at?” Roman demanded, his face full of panic. “Who’s he talking to?!”

“Aren’t cameramen supposed to be quiet?” Logan insisted, glaring. The more he spoke the harder it would be for Virgil to do his job.

“What…” Patton’s voice came out hoarse. He coughed weakly. “What does she want?”

Virgil bit his lip. “She wants you to leave.”

Little sobs bubbled out of Patton’s lips- He buried his face in his hands as he weeped, Virgil’s heart breaking in his chest. Logan had to stop himself from going over to him, instead looking at the box in his hands.

“Temperature dropping rapidly.”

“Hey, Patton, look at me,” Virgil said softly. “Look at me. Can you follow my breathing?”

“Ghosts need to breathe?!” Roman whispered.

“I will send you out of the room!” Logan hissed.

Patton peeked at Virgil through his fingers, and Virgil gently led him through a 4-7-8 rhythm until his breathing was steady again, his sobs dulled down to little tears tracking down his cheeks.

He patted the spot on the bed next to him. “Come closer, let’s talk.”

Patton sat next to him- Their knees would have been touching, but instead Patton’s dipped into Virgil’s.

“You can see me,” Patton said in confusion.

“I’m a medium. I want to talk.” Virgil pointed at he spoke, “That’s my fiance over there, and Roman’s an idiot.”

“Uh!” Roman exclaimed, offended.

Patton giggled, and Virgil grinned proudly. “Do you have any family we can take you to?”

Just like that, his face faded back to sadness. “No,” he mumbled.

He frowned. “No friends?”

“No.” He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging. “Please- Please don’t make me leave,” he begged, starting to sob again. “I don’t want to be alone again.”

“Patton,” he said gently, “the first thing you should know is that we can’t force you to do anything.”

“Why is he telling him that?” Roman asked quietly.

“He doesn’t want to have any unfair advantages.”

“If you want to stay here, you can. But if she doesn’t want you here, and you stay anyway, she might leave instead. And people might not move in again. If you come with us, we can make sure you aren’t alone anymore.”

Patton stared at the ground, looking defeated and upset. “…You promise?”

“I promise.”

Patton looked up at him, tears threatening to break loose in his eyes again. “If I try to hug you will I go right through you?”

Virgil chuckled. “Probably. But not forever. You can work on it, build your strength.”

“Okay.” He straightened up. “I’ll come with you.”

Roman zoomed in way too close to Logan’s frustrated face. He sighed, pulling down his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Tell me again why Virgil decided to keep you.”

Roman zoomed out. “This is live, I’ll have you know. You can’t hide how mean you are to me anymore!”

“I don’t hide anything.”

They were in the group’s new office, Logan sat on the maroon couch and trying to read. He tossed the book on the coffee table, sighing.

“They want to know if you’ve found a place for Patton,” Roman said, sitting on the coffee table.

“Yes, we have.”

“Can I tell them, can I tell them?!”

Logan stood, going to the kitchenette in the back to brew some coffee. “It’s beyond me why so many people care about such an odd job. All we do is help people relocate.”

Roman groaned dramatically. “God, specs, you just turned the coolest job into the most lame-sounding thing in the WORLD!” He followed him. “Can I please tell them?!”

Virgil came down the stairs holding a bundle of folded up clothing. “Do you think this would fit Patton? Now that he’s moved in, I want to start getting him stuff, but it’s hard to measure a ghost when they’re still transparent.”

Roman let out a whine. “I wanted to tell them!”

Virgil zeroed in on the camera. “Oh my God, are you filming?” He covered his face, hissing, “Roman! You have to warn me!”

“Babe, here.” Logan held up his Stranger Things mug. “Coffee.”

Virgil grumbled to himself, setting the clothes down on the counter and taking the mug from him. “Thanks.”

Logan wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his head. “I’m sure the clothes will be fine. If they aren’t, we’ll just get something else.”

“Is Patton gonna come on ghost hunting missions with us?!” Roman asked excitedly.

“Spirit chasing,” Logan corrected.

“I wouldn’t mind having some help, actually,” Virgil said, embarrassed. “Sometimes they’re a little hard to convince.”

“If he wants to come, then sure.”

Roman punched the air. “YES!”

“Roman, put the camera down!” Logan snapped. “You’re going to break it, and Virgil needs a break.”

“Whatever.” He shut off the camera, setting it on the counter. Logan tsked and moved it away from the coffee pot.

Virgil blinked. “That’s not… How you should end a livestream…”

“Does Patton like me?” Roman asked.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Verge? Huh? Does Patton like us?” He pouted. “You’re still the only one who can talk to him!”

“That’s… Not really true. You can talk to him, he just can’t talk back. Well, he can, you just won’t hear it. Anyway, I’m pretty sure he likes everyone.” He brought the mug to his lips, downing half of it before setting it down and burying his face in Logan’s shoulder.

“Virgil!” Patton called from upstairs, and Logan slammed his hands over his ears. “I think I broke something!”

Roman flinched. “What the fuck was that.”

“I see Patton’s getting his voice back.” Logan hesitantly straightened up.

“Transparency, too. He’s working really hard. I’ll be up in a minute!” He pulled away, kissing Logan. “I gotta go.”

He rushed upstairs, to the filming room. Patton was sitting on one of the bean bag chairs, in a baby blue gown and a flower crown made of sunflowers, a matching blue choker covering his scar. He had gained some weight back, and jumped up when he saw Virgil, smiling excitedly.

“Virgil!” He bounced over to him, giggling. “Do you think we can get a cat? I’ve always wanted a cat!”

“If you can convince Logan, sure.”

“Hey!” He whined.

“You’ll be able to talk to him soon.” He rested his hands on Patton’s shoulders; They sunk a little, then stayed put. “They heard your voice down here.”

Patton gasped. “Really?!”

He shrugged. “Well. It sounded like white noise, but yes. They heard something.” He looked around curiously. “What did you break?”

“Oh, yeah!” He pointed across the room, to the table in the corner that held a little pile of shattered glass and a puddle of something bronze.

“Apple juice is my favourite and it was right there I just had to try!” He shrunk in on himself a little. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” he promised. “I’m proud of you for trying. How far did you get?”

“I held it a couple inches off the table.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Inches?”

He smiled, a little sheepishly. “Yeah!”

“Patton, that’s great! That’s so much better than last time!” He squeezed his shoulders, before going over to the small closet in the corner. “Why don’t you go watch T.V. while I clean this up? Ro and Lo are downstairs.”

Watching T.V. with someone was one of Patton’s favourite things to do while he was still getting his voice and body back. It was easy for him to turn the T.V. on, since he didn’t have to hold anything, just click it. On his worst days, it took him ten minutes to get it on. Everyone made sure to turn the channel back to the one he liked when they were finished so he didn’t have to fumble with the remote.

Patton grinned. “Okay! Are we spending the night here?”

Virgil nodded. “Lo and I want to get the video we shot yesterday edited and up as soon as we can. You can go with Roman, or come with us, in the morning.”

He slipped out the room and happily bounded downstairs while Virgil got the cleaning supplies from the closet. When he and Logan decided to do this together, they didn’t exactly expect to adopt a ghost, or turn it into a paying job. But Patton liked them and, well, now they could do it full-time. All thanks to Roman.

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Professional Spirit Chasers

Prompt/Synopsis: Ghost hunting

Requested by: Day 26 of @sanderssidesspook

Trigger warnings: Dead character, same character committed suicide but they’re the ghost and it has a really happy ending, when we first meet Patton he’s super sickly and really really sad

    Word count: 2439

A/N: I… I don’t know what this turned into. Oh well.

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“Roman, honestly, it’s not that hard, just hold the camera still.”

“I’m trying!”

Logan rolled his eyes, looking at Virgil. “Let’s get this out of the way, yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

Logan made dead eye contact with the camera. “My name is Logan Sanders, I’m with my fiance Virgil, and we’re professional ghost hunters.”

“Spirit chasers,” Virgil corrected quietly.

“Whatever.”

They stood in front of a nice-looking, two bedroom house, with blue walls and big windows. It was close to midnight.

“Roman,” Logan said, “our less than talented cameraman today-”

“Excuse me-”

“-reached out to us and offered to record one of our sessions to give him practice, and to prove that spirits aren’t dangerous at all. Now that introductions are out of the way, we’re going to pretend the cameras not there, because it makes me uncomfortable and it gives Virgil anxiety.”

“Lo, you’re rambling,” Virgil mumbled with a little smile.

“Right.” He blushed. “Ahem. Let’s begin.”

As they walked up the drive, Roman rushed to keep up. “Uh, Logan? Mind telling them what we’re doing here?”

He sighed. “If I must.” He straightened up, grabbing what looked to Roman like a flat black box with an army green screen. “We’ve been contacted by the owner of the house that they believe a spirit is lingering inside. They’ve asked us to clear the spirit.”

Virgil wet his lips as they stopped outside the front door. “The, uh…”

“Speak louder, babe.”

He fumbled with his messenger bag. “The spirit,” he showed up a picture of a boy with peach skin and messy golden hair laughing while hugging what looked to be a stray cat, “is believed to be twenty two year old Patton Hart. He died two years ago, and lived here alone. It was ruled a suicide.”

Logan spoke while Virgil unlocked the door. “My fiance will be contacting the spirit, while I monitor the equipment.”

Inside, it was mostly half-unpacked moving boxes, the only things set up being the couch and the entertainment centre. The television was off.

“Hey, teach, you ever use Ouija boards?” Roman grinned while looking through the camera.

“That’s a good way to get killed,” he said offhandedly, looking around.

“Oh.”

“Spirits, are harmless. Ouija boards don’t invite spirits, though.” He looked at Roman with a glare. “They invite demons. We don’t use them.”

They went into the kitchen- It was small and narrow, cabinets and counters on either side leading to the dining table in the back.

“Temperature dropping,” Logan said, his eyes glued to his box thing.

While Roman and Logan stayed in the doorway, Virgil ventured in, his gaze drifting around curiously. He looked almost ethereal, with his black lace dress, the sleeves coming down to his palms, the light glimmering across his makeup. Any time he remembered the camera, he got nervous, small, but he seemed content enough to get to know the spirit.

“What’s he doing?” Roman asked.

“Shut up,” Logan said.”

They sat in tense silence as Virgil looked around, until he turned and said, “He’s not down here.”

That was apparently a queue Roman didn’t understand- Logan moved to set all his equipment on the dining room table, and Virgil began inspecting every inch of the kitchen. He ran his fingers over a crack in the wall, closing his eyes.

“Uh…” Roman zoomed in on his fingers. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t you be looking for the ghost?”

“Patton will come to us if he wants to.” Virgil straightened up, brushing down his dress. “He’s just like a person, we can’t force him into anything.”

“What if he doesn’t want to leave?”

Virgil squeezed past Logan to the other side of the kitchen, a gentle hand on his back. “We’ll talk with our client about what to do from there.”

“Sometimes they insist we make them leave anyway,” Logan said, fiddling with a mic, “in which case we keep trying until the spirit agrees, or it’s time to stop. A lot of the times we’re able to come up with a compromise, though.”

Virgil glanced at a stain on the wall, the wallpaper curling. “People are most often compassionate when given the choice.”

“If he leaves, where does he go?”

He shrugged. “Depends. Not everyone wants to pass. Sometimes they stay with us for a while while we find some family for them to latch onto, and they become a familiar. Sometimes they just want a quiet place to stay.”

Roman looked at him over the camera. “Is he stuck here?”

Virgil looked at the camera nervously, and turned away. “Not really. He has to want to leave, or at least be okay with it. Like I said: We can’t force him to do anything.”

“Verge,” Logan secured the mic in his belt and grabbed the box thing, “ready to go upstairs?”

“Yeah.”

Roman’s eyes widened. “No, no, no- Everyone who goes upstairs in horror movies ends up dead!”

“Good thing we’re not in a horror movie.” Logan grabbed Roman’s shoulder and gently pushed him out of the kitchen. “Come on, cameraboy.”

Upstairs, it was even more empty. They stopped in every room before Virgil stopped them in the master bedroom, the dresser and bed set up but otherwise everything was in pieces or boxes.

“He’s in here.”

Roman’s heart pounded as he whipped around to look at Logan. “What?”

“Don’t look at me!” He snapped. “Point it at Virgil, this is his part.”

Virgil sat at the edge of the bed, his eyes fluttering closed. “Patton? The lady who lives here asked us to talk to you. Am I speaking to Patton?” He opened his eyes and looked around.

Two blue eyes stared at him from the cracked open closet doors. “Yes.”

He smiled comfortingly. “Can you come out here, please?”

Patton hesitated; The closet doors creaked open further as he stepped out, Roman gasping and turning to it.

Patton, more or less, looked like he did in the picture, only much sadder and with rope burns around his neck. He wore pajamas with black cats all over them, his feet bare and his eyes swollen from crying. He looked sickly, like he hadn’t been eating.

“Who’s he looking at?” Roman demanded, his face full of panic. “Who’s he talking to?!”

“Aren’t cameramen supposed to be quiet?” Logan insisted, glaring. The more he spoke the harder it would be for Virgil to do his job.

“What…” Patton’s voice came out hoarse. He coughed weakly. “What does she want?”

Virgil bit his lip. “She wants you to leave.”

Little sobs bubbled out of Patton’s lips- He buried his face in his hands as he weeped, Virgil’s heart breaking in his chest. Logan had to stop himself from going over to him, instead looking at the box in his hands.

“Temperature dropping rapidly.”

“Hey, Patton, look at me,” Virgil said softly. “Look at me. Can you follow my breathing?”

“Ghosts need to breathe?!” Roman whispered.

“I will send you out of the room!” Logan hissed.

Patton peeked at Virgil through his fingers, and Virgil gently led him through a 4-7-8 rhythm until his breathing was steady again, his sobs dulled down to little tears tracking down his cheeks.

He patted the spot on the bed next to him. “Come closer, let’s talk.”

Patton sat next to him- Their knees would have been touching, but instead Patton’s dipped into Virgil’s.

“You can see me,” Patton said in confusion.

“I’m a medium. I want to talk.” Virgil pointed at he spoke, “That’s my fiance over there, and Roman’s an idiot.”

“Uh!” Roman exclaimed, offended.

Patton giggled, and Virgil grinned proudly. “Do you have any family we can take you to?”

Just like that, his face faded back to sadness. “No,” he mumbled.

He frowned. “No friends?”

“No.” He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging. “Please- Please don’t make me leave,” he begged, starting to sob again. “I don’t want to be alone again.”

“Patton,” he said gently, “the first thing you should know is that we can’t force you to do anything.”

“Why is he telling him that?” Roman asked quietly.

“He doesn’t want to have any unfair advantages.”

“If you want to stay here, you can. But if she doesn’t want you here, and you stay anyway, she might leave instead. And people might not move in again. If you come with us, we can make sure you aren’t alone anymore.”

Patton stared at the ground, looking defeated and upset. “...You promise?”

“I promise.”

Patton looked up at him, tears threatening to break loose in his eyes again. “If I try to hug you will I go right through you?”

Virgil chuckled. “Probably. But not forever. You can work on it, build your strength.”

“Okay.” He straightened up. “I’ll come with you.”

Roman zoomed in way too close to Logan’s frustrated face. He sighed, pulling down his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Tell me again why Virgil decided to keep you.”

Roman zoomed out. “This is live, I’ll have you know. You can’t hide how mean you are to me anymore!”

“I don’t hide anything.”

They were in the group’s new office, Logan sat on the maroon couch and trying to read. He tossed the book on the coffee table, sighing.

“They want to know if you’ve found a place for Patton,” Roman said, sitting on the coffee table.

“Yes, we have.”

“Can I tell them, can I tell them?!”

Logan stood, going to the kitchenette in the back to brew some coffee. “It’s beyond me why so many people care about such an odd job. All we do is help people relocate.”

Roman groaned dramatically. “God, specs, you just turned the coolest job into the most lame-sounding thing in the WORLD!” He followed him. “Can I please tell them?!”

Virgil came down the stairs holding a bundle of folded up clothing. “Do you think this would fit Patton? Now that he’s moved in, I want to start getting him stuff, but it’s hard to measure a ghost when they’re still transparent.”

Roman let out a whine. “I wanted to tell them!”

Virgil zeroed in on the camera. “Oh my God, are you filming?” He covered his face, hissing, “Roman! You have to warn me!”

“Babe, here.” Logan held up his Stranger Things mug. “Coffee.”

Virgil grumbled to himself, setting the clothes down on the counter and taking the mug from him. “Thanks.”

Logan wrapped an arm around his waist and kissed his head. “I’m sure the clothes will be fine. If they aren’t, we’ll just get something else.”

“Is Patton gonna come on ghost hunting missions with us?!” Roman asked excitedly.

“Spirit chasing,” Logan corrected.

“I wouldn’t mind having some help, actually,” Virgil said, embarrassed. “Sometimes they’re a little hard to convince.”

“If he wants to come, then sure.”

Roman punched the air. “YES!”

“Roman, put the camera down!” Logan snapped. “You’re going to break it, and Virgil needs a break.”

“Whatever.” He shut off the camera, setting it on the counter. Logan tsked and moved it away from the coffee pot.

Virgil blinked. “That’s not… How you should end a livestream…”

“Does Patton like me?” Roman asked.

Logan raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Verge? Huh? Does Patton like us?” He pouted. “You’re still the only one who can talk to him!”

“That’s… Not really true. You can talk to him, he just can’t talk back. Well, he can, you just won’t hear it. Anyway, I’m pretty sure he likes everyone.” He brought the mug to his lips, downing half of it before setting it down and burying his face in Logan’s shoulder.

“Virgil!” Patton called from upstairs, and Logan slammed his hands over his ears. “I think I broke something!”

Roman flinched. “What the fuck was that.”

“I see Patton’s getting his voice back.” Logan hesitantly straightened up.

“Transparency, too. He’s working really hard. I’ll be up in a minute!” He pulled away, kissing Logan. “I gotta go.”

He rushed upstairs, to the filming room. Patton was sitting on one of the bean bag chairs, in a baby blue gown and a flower crown made of sunflowers, a matching blue choker covering his scar. He had gained some weight back, and jumped up when he saw Virgil, smiling excitedly.

“Virgil!” He bounced over to him, giggling. “Do you think we can get a cat? I’ve always wanted a cat!”

“If you can convince Logan, sure.”

“Hey!” He whined.

“You’ll be able to talk to him soon.” He rested his hands on Patton’s shoulders; They sunk a little, then stayed put. “They heard your voice down here.”

Patton gasped. “Really?!”

He shrugged. “Well. It sounded like white noise, but yes. They heard something.” He looked around curiously. “What did you break?”

“Oh, yeah!” He pointed across the room, to the table in the corner that held a little pile of shattered glass and a puddle of something bronze.

“Apple juice is my favourite and it was right there I just had to try!” He shrunk in on himself a little. “Please don’t be mad.”

“I’m not mad,” he promised. “I’m proud of you for trying. How far did you get?”

“I held it a couple inches off the table.”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Inches?”

He smiled, a little sheepishly. “Yeah!”

“Patton, that’s great! That’s so much better than last time!” He squeezed his shoulders, before going over to the small closet in the corner. “Why don’t you go watch T.V. while I clean this up? Ro and Lo are downstairs.”

Watching T.V. with someone was one of Patton’s favourite things to do while he was still getting his voice and body back. It was easy for him to turn the T.V. on, since he didn’t have to hold anything, just click it. On his worst days, it took him ten minutes to get it on. Everyone made sure to turn the channel back to the one he liked when they were finished so he didn’t have to fumble with the remote.

Patton grinned. “Okay! Are we spending the night here?”

Virgil nodded. “Lo and I want to get the video we shot yesterday edited and up as soon as we can. You can go with Roman, or come with us, in the morning.”

He slipped out the room and happily bounded downstairs while Virgil got the cleaning supplies from the closet. When he and Logan decided to do this together, they didn’t exactly expect to adopt a ghost, or turn it into a paying job. But Patton liked them and, well, now they could do it full-time. All thanks to Roman.

Hey, Max? What the fuck was that?

Anyway tag list yay:

@dr-gloom @panic-wizard-sex-walrus @veryvirginvirgil @sevencrashing

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Fanfiction Ideas: Which do You Like?

Here is a list of all of my current story ideas that I plan on writing. As you know, my plot lines are generally kind of crazy. >w< But I will be sure to include more grounded, normal stories as well. 

PLEASE BE SURE TO LET ME KNOW WHICH IDEAS ARE INTERESTING TO YOU.

I will be writing the first chapter of all those that people show interest in. And if you REALLY like what you read and want to be REALLY awesome, please be sure to donate to my patreon. Because I will only be able to write all these tales if I can gather enough patrons to make this my full time job. Patrons will recieve plenty of exclusive bonuses and early access.

Title: Out of Place Fandom: Inside Out Style: Full novel Description: A young girl feels like her mind has been numbed, and she begins to blame it on the mysterious figures appearing around the house. Join Riley as she attempts to help these tiny creatures, who claim to be her own emotions, back home. But with cats, exterminators, and her own nosy cousin, the task may be harder than she thinks. Notes: This story is already posted up to chapter 44. Find it on fanfiction.net

Title: Always By My Side Fandom: Inside Out Style: Full novel Description: Delve into the mind of Riley's mother during her pregnancy. For while she is carrying the developing infant in her womb, her emotions are busy raising the childs five infant emotions. They have only 9 months to prepare the youngsters for life inside their new host with the pressure of their inevitable separation weighing heavily on their thoughts. Notes: This story has been plotted out for over a year. A sneak peek is available on Fanfiction.net

Title: Infected Fandom: Super Mario Style: Full Novel Description: Luigi could tell something was wrong. Mario never acted this way before. But he never could have predicted just how destructive this mysterious affliction would become. Luigi desperately attempts to find answers before his brothers entire mind is consumed by this horrible infection. Notes: Lots of crazy stuff happenning. This story already has 10 chapters. They will be posted to Fanfiction.net in the coming days.

Title: Wrong Place, Worse Time Fandom: MST3K Style: full novel Description: After a string of freak accidents, the Satellite of Love is forced to crash land on a far off alien planet. The bots attempt to relocate one another so they can repair thier ship and blast off again. But they happened to arrive during an all out alien war, and the invaders have taken Joel prisoner. To save their creator, they'll have to work alongside the planet's natives and win a war that they had nothing to do with. Notes: Originally The MST3K Manga, now rewritten as a novel. A mix of comedy and adventure as the bots bumble their way through a planet at war.

Title: Death Can Change in a Single Night Fandom: Grim Fandango Style: Oneshot Description: It had been a long day for both of them. They had only met earlier that day, and both had lost their jobs and found themselves setting off on some grand adventure. Glottis finds himself lost in his thoughts during their first night away from the department of death; deep in the Petrified Forest. As Manny rests, the demon wonders what might lie on that long road ahead. Notes: Just a wordless little story of Manny and Glottis after they find each other in the petrified forest and decide to travel together.

Title: Demons Don't Have Queens Fandom: Grim Fandango Style: full novel Description: A huge, unique, and powerful demon appears in the Land of the Dead claiming to be the Ancient Demon Queen. She rallies all the demons of the world, leading them in a violent uprising against their human soul 'oppressors'. Manny remains unconvinced, and Glottis loyally stays by his side. But when the demons assume control, it's up to Manny and Glottis to find a way to dethrone this ancient queen. But as they dig deeper into this demons backstory, things only get more complicated. Especially when they discover that, unlike bee's, Demons don't have Queens. Notes: A really wild adventure full of Manny's dry wit and tons of crazy plot elements. Takes place after the game, but I guess before Manny leaves.

Title: The Lost Testimony Fandom: Phoenix Wright Style: Full Novel Description: Shortly before he is to testify in a mysterious murder case, renowned Forensic Medical Examiner Dr. M. Balmer goes missing. Phoenix, the defense attorney for the case, takes it upon himself to locate the missing witness. But during his search, Phoenix is attacked and falls victim to the same fate as the disappearing doctor. Now a prisoner in what feels like the other end of the world, Phoenix must unravel the mystery behind this black market trade he's become involved in if he ever hopes to return to his normal life. Notes: Part of my suuuuuper old For the Birds AU. All characters are different species of bird, with Phoenix as (obviously) a phoenix. Weird AU, but interesting story with a crazy mystery and bittersweet ending.

Title: Not Our First Abduction Fandom: South Park Style: Full Novel Description: Alien activity isn't exactly unheard of in the lonely mountain town. In fact, Stan barely bats an eye when he and nearly a dozen other children find themselves forced aboard a rouge spaceship and taken to a far off planet. But things turn drastic when, in their grand escape attempt, one child fails to break free of the alien clutches. Finding help on the home planet of their captors seems impossible, but they'll have to try. With assistance, they'll be able to bust out their buddy and fly their stolen spaceship back home. Otherwise, they'll be forced to attempt to fly the alien ship themselves, leaving an imprisoned Kyle stranded on the floating rock forever. Notes: Though dotted with darker notes, a lot of effort is used to keep an element of humor to the story. Lots of craziness, but none beyond what we get from the actual show itself.

Title: END TRANSMISSION Fandom: Pikmin Style: Oneshot Description: While out on a mission to catalog the native plants of the nearby worlds, Hocotation Botanist Gotto ends up stranded with no fuel and only 30 days of life support. But by day 15, its clear that fuel is nowhere to be found. Accepting his fate, Gotto spends his last days doing what he loves; cataloging the beautiful foliage of the world that will be his grave. As his thirtieth day draws to a close, Gotto logs one last transmission to his 'blackbox', explaining his fate to anyone who stumbles upon the crash site and offering a final farewell to those he had loved. Notes: One of a slim few stories I have involving an OC. But I wasn't about to kill off Olimar, heh. Definitely one of my sadder stories.

Title: It's Only a Game Fandom: Psychonauts Style: Short story Description: A mans slow decent into madness as his repeated failure to win a simple board game breaks his fragile psyche and takes him from an insane asylum orderly to an inmate. Notes: I bet someone has already written this, but I wanted to take a crack at it, since he was always my favorite.

Title: Digimon: Of Chaos and Time Fandom: Digimon Style: Full novel Description: Just as before, eight humans are transported to the Digital World and paired with unique Digimon Partners. They are instructed by the sage Salvusmon to locate the digital Time God to save the Digital World from being consumed by the rapidly growing Chaos World. Though they start in high spirits on their journey, things begin to look bleak when they realize they arent the first Digidestineds to attempt this same feat. Notes: Much like its own season, this follows unique humans and Digimon of my own design. This is a story I have been working on since I was 10. A lot may have changed, but the heart of the tale never did.

Title: Asterisk Fandom: Oddworld Style: Short story/full novel Description: Abe never really saw himself as a hero. But now the role of 'savior' has been thrust upon him. Wandering through the Scrabania and Paramonia wilderness to recieve his Shrykull scars, he muses to himself about the way history will remember him after his no doubt unavoidable failure. The word Savior, he figures, will be marked with an asterisk. And the beings following him in silence are forced to agree. Notes: Depending on how crazy I'm willing to make it, this could either be much longer or much shorter. I haven't decided yet.

Title: Escape from Dimension Q! Fandom: Iz and Auggie: Escape from Dimension Q! Style: Video Game Novelization Description: Teenager Iz and robot Auggie are bandmates that find themselves with one shot at recieving a record contract from the biggest name in the business. But for reasons neither of them can explain, their instruments had refused to play their song, and they failed their audition miserably. They have little time to grieve, however. When two agents in black send them on a mission into an alternate dimension, Iz and Auggie realize that losing the contract was the least of their concerns. Notes: A direct novelization of a computer game by Headbone Interactive. Two chapters are already finished, and will be posted in the coming days.

Thats all the ideas I can remember right now. But I have way more to come! Let me know which ones sound interesting! Or let me know which fandoms I should think of more ideas for!

[smackins]

I’m not through with the Millennium Falcon arc yet but I haven’t done one of these in a while and I’ve got lots of thoughts. Lots and lots of thoughts. Like always, this is probably gonna be really disorganized and sloppy and definitely won’t cover every single thing I’ve been noticing/mulling over, but yeah. 

Schierke is my sun and moon and stars. Everything about her makes me happy she is so sweet and just lasdkjflsadfjlasfjasldfjas The part where the Mansion of the Spirit Tree gets destroyed and Flora dies hurt me SO BAD. And seeing Schierke’s reaction to it just broke my heart to a gazillion pieces. Another thing I find fascinating about Schierke is that the ways she does her magic is an awful lot like what I’ve read about real life shamanistic practices across cultures. I dunno if it’s really that significant I just find it neat. Anywho she’s such a wise little jellybean and I love her. 

Guts has gone full dad-mode. The dad-ening has intensified. His bond with Schierke gets stronger as time goes on and it makes me so happy to see it. I can’t help but wonder if the relationship between Flora and Skullknight was the same in this respect. I also love how his current team is starting to slowly soften him up again and remind him of the old Band Of The Hawk, which is so touching. He seems a lot calmer and less angry than he was before (Berserker armor aside). Like he doesn’t seem dark and bitter so much as just... sadder and wiser? I guess that’s the best way I can put it. He has been changing a lot as a person throughout the entirety of the story and it’s just amazing to see how far he’s come. I’m proud of my boy. *SOBS* 

Neo-Griffith’s chicken nugget ass is making things get real interesting, especially his current party.  I love Sonia and I love Mule and I love these new apostles with him, like Grunbeld and Locus and Irvine. Even though I know Griffith is using all these people, seeing how this new group bonds and interacts so far (even with the apostles!) makes me grin and I can’t help it. I like that they’re not just these black-and-white, pure nasty minions. They’re people.I also like how they sort of make parallels to Guts’ current team, especially Sonia compared with Schierke. I like the idea of them becoming friends at the end because that kite/owl thing was adorable holy shit same with Isidro and Mule I like the idea of these “enemies” becoming friends adslkfjadslfafads wishful thinking i know but let me be dumb I really am eager to see where things go with these guys. That being said, holy shit is this some really twisted, evil stuff. It just puts a gross feeling in my stomach to see Griffith, who is now basically a demonic entity with 0 moral conscience left in him (or at least from what I understand), going around and saving people and acting like some kind of benevolent savior, making all of these people follow him obsessively and weep in his presence. Then really twisting that knife by calling this new group The Band of The Hawk. A+++ villain. Like damn. 

Farnese has really grown on me. Like the more things progress I feel like I can relate to her, especially her desire to have purpose and to be useful to her companions and all her self-doubt. Also her desire to grow and change and give new things a chance makes me really happy and emotional, especially comparing her current self to the person she was in the Conviction Arc. The fact she was willing to go through with a marriage to a stranger and basically make a huge sacrifice for the sake of her friends’ journey and success just blew me away. What a selfless, benevolent soul. But the fact the team is like “we can’t leave our pal Farny behind like this” and they go to find her and get her back made me so happy because THEY REALLY DO CARE ABOUT HER, THEY DO NEED HER ON THE TEAM. FARNY, YOUR FRIENDS NEED YOU AND THEY LOVE YOU. ALKJLKDSFJFASKLDJJKLSADF. Also Serpico’s devotion to her at his own expense hurts me, as always. When I get through reading the fight with him and Guts I really want to learn more about him and his thoughts, I want to see more development for him and understand him better because I REALLY like him. Also I already like this Roderick dude he is smoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooth. 

Moonlight Boy. He’s the demon baby, I’m calling it. I’m fucking calling it. His effect on Casca makes me so happy. So goddamn happy. 

[neburives]

Blab, similar, different, doing, psst (with Zarak) and dream for Sul, and Mwah and shh for both rorick and kogar? >w>

I’m gonna put the answers under a “read more” because this is gonna be long as fuck.

Lets just start with Sul’Jari since he’s gonna take the longest, right?

Blab: Three secrets they're keeping. 

Okay so Sul’s such an open person so most of his secrets arent really ones he keeps alone but rather stuff only very few people know about.

When he acts like Zaraks is annyoing him or is being too pushy it’s actually mostly because he’s way, waaaay to shy and bad with emotional talk to reveal to him that he basically crushes on everyone all the time. Zarak, Chiki und Naz very included.

Ever since he was on his own for so long after the destruction of Zul’Gurub, he’s had an addiction problem to some kind of plant or root. Chewing it or inhaling the smoke when it’s lit on fire really raises his spirits. He first discovered it when he was looking for something edible and quickly discovered that it would help him get out of the whole “all my friends are dead”-depression-hole for some time at least.

Lastly ever so often Sul’Jari, even though he’s a very social and outgoing person, likes to klimb up into one of the higher tree branches that span the city and just watch everyone going on their daily business from above. Those moments are one of the very few where he really likes being alone and he would probably never tell anyone about it in fear of losing that one point he can retreat to.

Similar: Three members of the same sex they find attractive.  

First and foremost Zarak of course but that shouldnt really be a surprise should it, because who couldn’t fall for that damn nerd?Apart from that he really liked the looks of one of the Hexdocs he used to spy on in Zul’Gurub, but more in an appreciative kinda sense.And not to forget: He just feels like Naoba is extremely fucking cute.

Different: Three members of the opposite sex they find attractive.

This one is a tiny bit simpler, since the people he finds attractive are also some of the ones he spends most time with.

First we have Chiki because how couldnt he like someone who is just as much of a frog nerd as he is. Aside from that he really feels drawn to her on a pure “personality” level. Then of course there’s Naz who happens to be one of the closest friends he has and lastly, though he has never ever talked to her but just seeing Kyu’cana from a far made him appreciate her looks quite a bit.

Doing: Three habits that they have.                                        

Sul is a person who tries to be friends with pretty much anyone he meets and correlating to that he has the habit of often going out of his way to find out about a persons favorite food or drink since he feels like thats the fastest way to get to know someone.Then theres a habit regarding his pet frog, Moochie. As some people might have learned recently Sul kisses Moochie goodnight every evening because he firmly believes that his Frogbaby won’t be able to sleep otherwise.The final habit I can think of is from way back when he was a child, but he has a habit of avoiding raptors. Even the nice, mounty ones he doesnt really like interacting with on his own.

Psst: Three things that they've always wanted to tell Zarak.

These are all things he really would like to tell Zarak but would never have the courage to do so in his curent state.

Firstly: Please don’t act stronger that you are to impress me. I’m already incredibly impressed by you and if you were to get hurt because of the way you want me to see you, I’d hate myself for it.Secondly: I love finally having a teacher, and I love having you as my teacher even more. But in your lessons there’s way too much talking and way to little setting things on fire with voodoo magic. Just sayin’And finally: Since I arrived this tribe has replaced the one I have lost. But you were the one who replaced the family I’ve been missing since and for that I love and appreciate you.

Dream: Three wishes they have.                                        

Since the usual wishes including other people would be the usual boring “he wants everyone to be happy” type of wishes, I’ll try to name three more selfish ones.

First he’d love to become a hexdoc one day, but honestly pretty much everything that is using Voodoo magic and stuff would work fine for him. Big, bad and feared but not by people he actually cares about. That would be terribleEven though he’s kinda afraid of them, he’d really like to overcome his fear and own a rinding raptor one day. Or a panther, but while scaring him more, raptors always seemed more interesting to him. Also just because he really wants to give it some silly name.Lastly he’d wish for him to get his whole addiction situation cleaned up because deep down that stuff really bothers him and he doesn’t want to rely on anything to be himself anymone.

So much for the Sul asks. Let’s go on with the Rorick and Kogar ones.

Mwah: Three people they'd like to kiss.                                        

Rorick: He’s not really the “kissing a lot of people” type (anymore) but there’s a few people he would definetely not deny a kiss from or even give one to himself. These people include:The lovely goblin bank lady in Dalaran, though he suspects that somethings odd about her.The giant tauren warrior woman that almost tripped over him during his last trip (heh) to Thunderbluff.And of course the gnome monk that once gave him a pretty bad beating... thinking of it maybe he really has a thing for stronger women.Kogar: First and foremost: Rekra. I mean seriously how could he resist that buff, muscular face of hers. Short answer: He couldn’t.Than Bömbur, his best friend and mentor for his time with the argent dawn. For an Orc that’s pretty proud of being part of the Horde, he really grew fond of that little dwarf during that time.And lastly: He’d probably have liked to kiss Zaela at some point. But more in a “I love your work” kind of way.

Shh: Three things they wouldn't want their parents to know.                     

Both their parents have been severely deathened by now, but if they were still alive (or come back in some way) there’s a few things they wouldn’t really want them to know.

Rorick: His parents were strict, but pretty honest and generous folks. And thats saying a lot for goblins. They always tried to teach him an relatively honest and good way of life. He’d love his parents to know that he made it to be a successful merchant and madequite a fortune for himself. On the other hand he would be really afraid of them finding out that he earned that fortune by selling useless junk to old people. On a sadder sidenote, he’d not want them to know that his younger brother already died a few years ago. But thats something he himself tries to forget as best as he can.Also he wouldn’t want them to know really how much of the things they tried to teach him he abandoned over time in favor of making a quick buck or selling someone out.Kogar: His father was a Warsong Clan shaman back in Nargrand but after him going all in with the whole demon situation, Kogar didn’t really feel like becoming his successor anymore so there’s always been kind of a unpleasant atmosphere between him and his parents. But from a pure “still his parents” way of looking at it there’s a few things he wouldn’t want them to know probably.He wouldn’t want them to know, just how deep friendships he has formed not only with non-orc horde members but even, to some extend, with the likes of dwarves and humans.He’d also probably be ashamend for them to learn that, while his decision to not wanting to become a shaman was purely his own decision, he later learned that even had he decided he wanted to become a shaman, there wouldn’t have been any way he could have, since he has little to no connection to the elements whatsoever.Lastly he wouldn’t want them to know, that the Warsongclan is basically non existant anymore. Though his own connection to the horde in itself is far stronger than to that what’s left of the clan he was born in, knowing what proud warsong orcs his parents were, he’d feel like it’d break their hearts to learn that their clan is nothing more than a shadow of the big, orcy awesomeness it has once been.