#“Loyal to a fault - that whelp.”

[really-burnt-toast]

"Run, little one, run."

[streetkid-named-durge]

The Canon

The Plot

I'm working on a fanfic called Blood in the Water that is a love story and drama. Vincent is a Tiefling Rogue, taken in by Rugan a few years after the events of the game. Rugan is trying to build back his crew and return to the good graces of the Black Network. He caught the whelp trying to pickpocket him. Vincent has a crush but would never dare act out of turn. Rugan is his mentor and it should stay that way.

Bea is Drow fighter, a Bhaalspawn, one of the few left alive, though she doesn't know it yet. She was born into a Cult of Bhaal and training to be one of Bhaal's elite fighters. She escaped as a young adult and has since been working as a mercenary, guarding caravans here and there. She never was able to join a group, finding they usually incited some bloodthirst inside her. Once she accidentally killed a lover, she swore to work a lone.

Longing for stability, she attempts to join the Flaming Fist. Out camping on patrol, she heads to a small farm nearby and slaughters them all. Vincent is intrigued by her and after watching her fight and take multiple blows that should have knocked her down in a fight in the Undercity, he wants to recruit her to work with Rugan.

How could she say no?

Her connection to Bhaal grows stronger and once she learns that to get back into the Black Network, Rugan must perform some rite to Bane, Bhaal burrows his way deep into her brain and moves her towards sabotage.

Will love save her? Or will Vincent have to do the unthinkable and kill the only woman he's ever loved to save the man he loves.

That's right, there's a weird throuple/situationship with Rugan and yes there will be a threesome.

The Lovers

Bea and Vincent come from my Cyberpunk 2077 OCs. You can read that fic here and follow my Cyberpunk fandom blog @streetkid-named-desire if you're interested!

Vincent (aka Vincent Guerra in CP77)

Tiefling rogue, can't keep his dick in his pants, his tail often betrays his true feelings. Loyal to Rugan to a fault though would never admit that he loves the man. Specializes in the crossbow and striking with double daggers from the shadows.

Batsheva (Bea) (Batsheva Cohen in CP77)

Lolth-sworn Drow fighter. Insatiable bloodlust, pushes everyone away for fear of killing them. Feels like she's haunted by a specter set out to ruin her life.

(I am so spoiled by Cyberpunk's photomode. Looking forward to Patch 8 and figuring out how to use the mod that can change the looks of any companion so I can get pics of them together! Otherwise, I will commission artists.)

[soraeia]

Wrenn Lucifel Rhee-Merlow

Nicknames: Wrenny bear, Merlow Pup, Taeseong’s whelp, Angelface, “The small Taeseong” Marital Status: Widowed Occupation: Assassin for hire Species: Half demon/half witch Gender,Pronouns: cis-male, he/him Race/Ethnicity: European, Japanese, and Korean mix Religion: *shrugging emoji* Languages: English, Latin, Greek, Ancient Macedonian, German, Welsh, French, Italian, Japanese, Mandarin, Demonic, Fae, and some Angelic Place of Birth: England Date of Birth: 21st of May, 16XX Age: 400+ (appears to be in early/mid 20s) Orientation: pansexual/panromantic

APPEARANCE

- Hair colour/length: ash brown, layered, and long enough for him to make a lil’ ponytail in the back - Eye colour: formerly bright moon-silver, now “tarnished” silver containing bits of dark gray and flecks of brown - Height: 5′6 - Scars: Many across his body, more focused on his abdomen and back and especially on his arms - Moles/Markings/Tattoos: He has the old Merlow family crest burnt tattooed onto his ankle

PERSONALITY

- Likes: cooking, trying new foods, boba drinks, his family, his scraggly plant - Dislikes: Hatius, people who hurt his family - Virtues: confident, charming, devoted, well-read, protective - Vices: vain, loyal-to-a-fault, obsessive, possessive

- VOICE: Soft and soothing, always notably gentle even when he yells. Has an Estuary English accent.

ABILITIES

Supernatural

- Merlow family magic: Potent dark/death magic inherited from his family and cultivated by training with Charidynn Merlow - Blood magic - Necromancy - Death Aura: because of his magic, his aura can actually eat away at life around him, especially when he doesn’t watch it - Rhee Blood Curse: Turns into a chimera-like beast, though for some reason he always gets stuck mid-transformation. The Curse grants him an increase in strength, physical endurance, and heightened animal-like sense. However, the more he endures the pain of the transformation, the less of him is there

Non-supernatural

- cooking - singing - violin - ballroom dancing

[treachrus]

worn and old robes, ancient books that thrummed with age and malice, faceless shapes in a sea of smoke, the cold steel of a dagger in the dark, and a long, thick cord stretched into a fogged distance, hanging over an abyss. on each side is the vast wall of a rocky mountain. the fall is steep and endless. balance is key.

Basics

name: Severus (Severed. Cut off.) Dynastes (Dynastic prince) Snape. Eileen was not subtle when naming her son. Even in such a matter she let her spite lead her way. Severed prince, indeed.

age: 24.

gender / orientation: cis male, demisexual, biromantic.

allegiance: unmarked Death Eater.

occupation: junior researcher at St. Mungos.

blood-status: halfblood.

house: slytherin.

Appearance

faceclaim: Richard Harmon.

eye & hair color: Black & black.

height: 5'9.5"

other notable features: thin, sallow face. silver earrings. all-black attire.

Magic

patronus: wolf. ( Associations : unchecked all-consuming hunger, violence, lone wolves, thriving in spite of the odds, a sense of community that comes hand in hand with a strict hierarchy. Wrongs done to and by. Pain endured and doled out. )

specialties: potions, mind arts, spellcrafting, warding, dark arts, defense, ancient runes.

Personality

Severus Snape has the personality of a sentient pack of razors and the looks to match. Everything he picked up since he was young he used as a weapon: his wit, his words, his mind, his spells, his potions, his silence, his secrets. He feels more at ease surrounded by enemies who think him an ally and who would set untold violence upon him should his true colors reveal themselves than he does surrounded by friends and family. He values his solitude and his privacy above all else and will defend it with great hostility. He is a liar and a cheat who holds himself to a high standard of dignity and honor.

His disposition never inspires friendliness, and hardly invites approach. He prefers being left to his books and his potions, unless there is a task to complete or a matter that requires his urgent attention. Snape is viciously clever, scrutinizing, observant, and patient. The full brunt of his focus is sharp and piercing and nigh unbearable. He has a scholar’s heart and the drive to follow it through to the end, wherever that end may be. He entered the race, as he sees it, late and heavily disadvantaged, and has thus operated and continues to operate with the understanding that he is the lowly underdog, that success only comes to those willing and ready to fight for it. And he fights, and he fights, and he fights.

Despite all evidence to the contrary, Snape is loyal to a fault. His loyalty is difficult to earn, but impossible to lose. He has a thorough, comprehensive, all-or-nothing approach towards loyalty — you either have it or you don’t. All of him or none of him. He will give you his soul – his strength, his work, his honor, his dignity, his life, his word – or he will give you nothing. Thus far, the only one who has his true loyalty is Lily Evans.

The Snapes

Eileen Prince was a true daughter of her line, and carried the worst of the traits of her family with her: she was stubborn, proud, obstinate, and filled with such vicious spite there was hardly room for anything else within her.

Despite this, she loved her son. Yes, he was the reason her secret and exciting teenage dalliance turned to lifelong imprisonment, and that was enough reason for her to never look upon him with open affection. Yes, he was a halfblood, and not the proper sort with a good family name and upbringing good enough to overlook his blood status. But he was HER son, HER blood, and that mattered to her still. She watched the boy complete every task, from taking his first steps to tying his own shoes to skipping stones by the river, with all the intensity of focus and full-hearted diligence expected of a Prince. She watched the whelp pick fights with kids twice his size for perceived slights, watched him lose more fights than win and still go back to school the next day with his chin tipped up in defiance, back straight and eyes forward, ready to take on anything. She watched, and felt a wave of such fierce pride over this boy that was half a Prince, this boy that was her son.

She taught him everything he needed to know about magic. Everything he would need to know to fight the currents, knowing this life she gave him would be unkind, an uphill battle from the beginning to the end. She taught him the rules of their society, the names of the families that mattered and the families that didn’t. She taught him his spells and his potions, his letters and his numbers, his history. Her son, the half-blood whelp, will claw his way back up from where she’d fallen, she will see to it herself.

Tobias fought her on this, as he fought her on every other matter that had anything to do with magic. And she fought him just as hard: their shouts shook the walls of their little house on Spinner’s End, sent the neighbor’s lips aflutter with excited gossip, and sent their son scuttling beneath the bed or the table or out in the park until the shouting stopped. But she fought: her son would not meet the vipers unequipped.

Severus grew up knowing two things above all else: that he was less-than, and that he must earn the right to be treated with respect. These were the two overarching lessons of his childhood, but they were not the only ones: Nothing comes for free. No one will give you anything without expecting something in return. There’s no inherent value in someone that will grant them happiness, there’s simply luck, and lack thereof. There’s wanting things and taking them. You take what you want and you make your life better, or you don’t. You fight for your improvement or you take the punches laying down.

Severus never stayed down for long. He knew what he wanted — or thought he did — and what he wanted was to be better than everyone else. And that meant fighting for his place, and fighting to keep it. He wanted his mother to be proud of him — desperately, more than he dared to admit — and that meant drinking in her every word with rapt attention, and taking all her lessons to heart. And he did.

Eileen was the predominant influence in Severus’ childhood, but she was not the only one. Tobias Snape spent most of his days at work, or at the pub, or at a friend’s house: anything to keep him away from the trap that was his wife and his son. He made no secret of who he blamed for the unsatisfying course his life took, shouting it loud enough everyone in the neighborhood knew his every secret desire and every selfish thought: that he wanted an obedient wife, that he wanted a proper lad who played sports and worked the machines like a real man, that he was trapped in a marriage with a lying cheat and a useless son. The truth of the matter was that Tobias Snape felt inadequate: his wife was a witch who came from money and prestige and had to settle for a wretch like himself. She did not need him to provide for her or care for her, she did not depend on her husband like a wife should. His son, the wizard, who grew up in the same dirty clothes and sketchy neighborhood that his father did, looked down his nose at his father’s craft. Little pauper held himself like a little prince, like Tobias and Spinner’s End and honest work and playing ball and carrying tools was all beneath him, like this was all simply a prelude to a better life up ahead.

Severus knew since he was very young that he could never be enough for both of his parents. That pleasing one meant angering the other, that he had to choose whose approval he’d have to chase (and chase, and chase) and whose displeasure he’d weather for the rest of his life. It was not easy. But it was, in the end, a much simpler choice than some might expect.

[lumi-klovstad-games]

Assuming Leandros SURVIVED THE RESULTING BROWBEATING FROM ORTAN CASSIUS, and almost certainly Marneus Fucking Calgar Himself (going over the entire Chapter's head and narcing to the Inquisition is VERY SERIOUS BUSINESS as the Inquisition has callously —and occasionally, enthusiastically— purged whole chapters for even less in the past), I imagine he's grown up a LOT between games. It's been a hot minute between games. Dude would have been lucky to survive the Chapter's wrath, nevermind the wrath of the enemies he'd have to fight in the meantime.

If I were Calgar, I'd have "voluntold" Leandros to the Death Watch with a note that "this whelp needs to learn a LOT. Make sure he does. But hey, if he dies, well... shit happens."

Or just bust him back to novice status. Congratulations, graduate, you're back in school.

I mean, Leandros' biggest defense isn't any argument he might make, but full contrition, true penitence, and praying to the God Emperor that the sheer cost associated with making a Space Marine gives him SOME kind of non-fatal crash padding. He was a VERY young Ultramarine, implied to basically be on his first real deployment. His superiors MIGHT consider that in his favor — we were all young and passionate once.

But yeah, if he's AT ALL still alive, he's absolutely a better, more mature, and wiser man than he was at Graia.

And if he is, I desperately want to see him apologize to Titus; he did what he did not realizing the potential consequences to the Chapter, and Titus forgiving him after all that time would be a great scene, and having Leandros swear on Sidonus' memory that he will be worthy of the Ultramarine legacy and stand as a loyal brother at last to Titus would be SO COOL.

Titus could even compliment the soldier Leandros became, and Leandros would say "I had many great teachers, though... I now admit that that I did not listen to some of them as I should have. But now, I am ready to listen."

And Titus being Titus would say something like "Some men live their entire lives and die without ever seeing their faults. You are already a wiser man than many to see that you have faltered. But the past is not our battlefield, for duty calls, and we shall answer. Together, we will rally to the here and now, as true soldiers must, for the enemies of today are the villains a warrior should be most concerned with."

Yeah... I love me a redemption arc. How could you tell?

Who is Leandros and why do we hates him

Young Ultramarine side character from the Space Marine game who spends chunks of the game berating the main character for not following the codex astartes to the letter. He later decides that the main character, who is Leandros' captain, mind you, might have been corrupted by the influence of chaos. Because he's doing radical things like thinking outside of the box (the codex).

So, in a moment of hypocrisy that is frankly impressive, Leandros goes to the fucking Inquisition and reports Titus, resulting in him being taken away by them for testing/interrogation/cbt at the end of the game.

The reason this is so very bad, especially if you're like Leandros and spend your early morning hours snorting ground up pages of the codex, is that the codex itself dictates what to do if you're worried about corruption or odd behaviour in a squad member; you tell a chaplain. You absolutely do not involve the separate, private organisation that 8 out of 10 marine chapters would pick a fight with, given the advantage.

Leandros basically backflipped on all of his beliefs the minute his captain told him to grow up, and went crying to the people infamous for involving themselves in space marine affairs and disappearing chapters who upset them.

Dude is basically a narc.

[liaswritesrobots]

I heard you're doing matchups! I'd like one for Prime and Animated if that's alright.

I'm a straight female, 5'7 with an hourglass figure, tiny titties, long legs, long brown hair and light brown eyes. I'm shy around new people, but if I like their vibes I can crack a few jokes. My humor is based on puns and dad jokes, and I can always throw in a comment about the current situation. I love listening to stories, especially if it can give me a good laugh. I like drawing and writing, I tend to clam up if someone asks what my stories are about and my face gets red. I'm pretty casual, and a go with the flow kind of person(I just nod and go "whelp, I guess this is happening now"). I'm not good at communicating with others and tend to say the wrong thing, I also have trouble apologising so I'm always willing to do whatever they ask of me to make it up. I also tend to be the mom friend, I look out for everyone else before myself and I always come prepared(I always have snacks and bandaids in my bag). While I may be a people pleaser, I also have a bit of a temper, I tend to grit my teeth, and bite my tounge to keep myself from saying something I'll regret. I calm myself down my taking a deep breath and listening to music with my headphones, going for a walk, or for a car ride. If it's really bad I scream into a pillow. I also show my love through touch like hugs, linking arms, holding hands, laying on them, poking them, or nuzzling them like a cat. I'm awkward about physical touch because I don't have many friends so I don't know when it's appropriate to show my affection. I consider my self open-minded, hard-working, loyal, caring, creative, and honest(brutally so).

Love your writing Lias! Happy Valentine's day! 😘💕

Thank you! And Happy Valentine's day to you too!

I match you with...

Wheeljack (TFP) and Jazz (TFA)

Wheeljack doesn't pay much attention to you on your first meeting but once you start cracking jokes and he sees how laid back you are he gets more interested. Jazz doesn't mind that you're shy at first and tries to crack a few jokes of his own to lighten the mood. They both find you genuinely funny and they love how attentive you are when they're telling stories. Wheeljack isn't great at communicating either, so he tries not to fault you for it, and while Jazz tries to communicate with you he's very patient when you can't seem to find the right words. They like that you come prepared to look after yourself and others as well. Wheeljack understands your temper because he has one of his own, he tends to give you space when you're mad and let you cool down where Jazz might try to help you calm down, either by recommending some good music he knows or offering to take you on a ride. They love how affectionate you are too, your love language being touch is perfect for them because they love to wrap their arms around you and hold hands with you too. They also love to see your art and writing when you let them. Expect Wheeljack to ask about your stories constantly just so he can see how embarrassed you get, Jazz might ask every once in while but he won't push like Wheeljack does. They also love how hardworking you are and admire your loyalty and how caring you are.

Other possible matches: Bulkhead (TFP), Smokescreen (TFP), Bumblebee (TFP), Blitzwing (TFA), Bumblebee (TFA), Sunstorm (TFA)

[tack-tick]

Technoblade Sometimes Dies

Second and final chapter of my fic. First chapter is here- https://tack-tick.tumblr.com/post/644771793511579648/technoblade-sometimes-dies

Thanks to everyone who read the last part! Honestly wasn’t expecting that many! You have any questions feel free to ask! Have a nice day!

ao3 link- https://archiveofourown.org/works/29849562/chapters/75614876#workskin

It had been three days.

Three days of Philza staying in the van they hadn’t even finished rebuilding yet. He had already moved a mattress into the room for him to stay. He refused to leave until Techno respawned.

He didn’t want him to wake up alone. He could start making things up for him by staying here. It was the least he could do.

Philza sighed as he looked at the set of papers in his lap. One set was five pages long and filled with convoluted details about the surrender. Dream was making sure that there were no loopholes, that was for sure. Philza had already tried to read through it but he was more worried about the other papers.

All it had on it was “Dear Tommy and Wilbur”. That was as far as Philza had gotten on this one and the five others that had been crumpled into balls and tossed over his shoulder.

How was he going to explain this to them? Despite how much they bickered at home, he had seen time and time again that his sons were always loyal to each other. Hell, Tommy would probably rush over here just to confirm it in person. That “The Blade” had actually been beat. If Tommy came then Wilbur would come. Philza didn’t want them to come to this dangerous mess of a server.

He didn’t want to be the cause of his kids getting hurt again.

Philza put the papers aside and nibbled on one of the muffins Bad had made. He had insisted that Philza take a nap along with them, but Philza couldn’t afford to sleep now. He gave a quick glance around the room.

Techno’s old red cape and crown were laying on a table beside the bed, some of the few personal possessions that had been salvaged from L’Manberg. There was also Techno’s favorite book,The Art of War, that Philza had managed to find a copy of. It wouldn’t have all the notes that Techno’s personal copy had but that had been lost in the explosion. He had started a small fire and curtains had been hung up so that the sun wouldn’t be as bright through the holes in the wall.

The only thing missing was Techno in the bed, either asleep or reading the book.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Philza said as he reached for his sword. He held it at the door.

“It’s just me, Phil!”

Philza sighed in relief as he lowered the sword. It was just Tubbo, the kid who stayed with Niki. He was carrying a basket and Philza could smell the scent of fresh bread. “Niki wanted to come but the bakery is swamped,” Tubbo said apologetically.

“Tell her not to worry about it mate,” Philza said as he placed the basket down beside him. Tubbo quickly glanced at the bed before he sat down on the floor beside Philza.

“I got a letter from Tommy,” he said with a frown. Philza furrowed his brow at that. Even though the two boys had only communicated with letters so far, Tommy had already told him that Tubbo would be his best friend. Honestly, Philza believed him and he was only slightly dreading the day the two would meet and most likely cause chaos together. They’d beat Wilbur and Schlatt by a mile. So, it was odd that Tubbo didn’t seem happy about getting a letter. “He, well he asked about the duel.”

Ah, that was why. Tubbo didn’t know how to break the news either.

“Have you told him yet or...?” Tubbo said. Philza looked down at the paper and sighed.

“That’s what I’m working on mate,” he said as he stuffed the paper in the pocket of his robe. As much as he wanted to wear the L’Manberg jacket, he had almost overheated in the thing. The robes were more comfortable, he had to admit that. He looked down at Tubbo, who opened his mouth before snapping it shut.

“What is it?”

“Oh, well I don’t know if it’s the right time to ask,” Tubbo said as he averted his gaze from Philza.

“Ask away, I needed to talk to somebody anyways,”

“Do you know what it’s like?” Tubbo said, looking past Philza at the empty bed. “To respawn that is.”

“Well, I’ve been lucky enough to not experience it myself,” Philza said, the familiar lie slipping from his lips, “but from what the others have told me,”

He looked away from Tubbo and back at the bed. “It’s like you’re drowning in a black ocean and you have to swim back up,” he said solemnly, “but something keeps on yanking you down over and over again. You’re stuck there for what feels like ages, clawing your way back to life.”

“Well that...sucks,” Tubbo said with a shudder. “Thanks for keeping us out of the fighting,”

“No problem,” Philza said. It was true that he’d had to keep Niki and Tubbo out of the country until the war was over, even though they’d both asked if they could join. They were so young, too young to go through the pain of respawning. It was bad enough that Ranboo had gotten involved, the poor kid was still shaken up from The Final Control Room.

Tubbo stood up and stretched his arms. “Whelp, it’s getting late and I don’t want Niki to worry.”

“Yeah, you should get home,” Philza said as he looked up through the hole in the ceiling. He must’ve missed the sunset because he didn’t remember stars being there last time he looked up. “Stay safe, alright?”

Tubbo gave him a nod and walked towards the door before he turned around. Philza gave him a confused stare before Tubbo went back to him and wrapped him up in a hug.

“I may not know him that well, but based on what Tommy’s told me,” Tubbo said, “He doesn’t seem like the type of guy who gives up easily.”

Philza chuckled a little at that. “Thanks Tubbo but trust me, I know,” Tubbo separated from him and gave him a smile.

“He’s gonna come back, I just know it!” Tubbo said and with one last wave he left.

Philza looked back at the bed and yawned. Yeah, he knew Techno was coming back. He just had to wait a little longer.

Philza yawned again as he turned to look at the fire. He rested his chin in the palms of his hands as he looked at the blaze. He saw the world go slightly dark as he opened his eyes back and forth.

“Can’t sleep yet,” he muttered to himself.

He hoped the blaze of the fire would keep him awake through another night. He yawned again.

+

Philza didn’t know when he fell asleep but he woke up to a rough voice.

“Hey, wake up Phil,” he groaned and slowly opened his eyes before he saw someone sitting on the bed. His eyes widened at the person in front of him.

“Techno?”

Even though he had darkness under his eyes and his hair was a tangled mess, it was definitely Techno. Philza could tell just from his eyes, the bright red was dimmer but they still had the same stubborn determination in them. That was good, Philza hoped it never went away.

“Techno, mate I-“ Philza tried to continue but he couldn’t think of what to say. He couldn’t stop staring at him. What in the world could he say? It was his fault Techno had died. It was his fault that Techno had to go through the pain of respawning, something he would never wish on anyone. Let alone one of his boys.

“Are you alright?” Techno said and Philza glanced back at him. Techno had his arms crossed but Philza could see through the tough act he was putting on. Techno kept on glancing around the room and he was clutching tightly at his red cloak.

“Techno, you don’t need to worry about me right now!” Philza said and he carefully reached towards him. He slowly pulled Techno into a hug and frowned when he felt Techno wince as he leaned into him. “Is it sore?”

“Not like it was in The Void,” Techno said with a shudder as Philza pulled him closer. Philza sighed and gave him a gentle pat on the back.

The two sat there in the moment, just appreciating the fact that they were both alive. That they were still sticking together, like they always had.

“Stop calling me soft, Chat,” Techno murmured under his breath. With that, the moment passed. Philza slowly let Tehchno go, being careful not to hurt his shoulder.

“Oh, Chat’s in a frenzy aren’t they?”

“Twitch, yes,” Techno said with a roll of his eyes, “I think they were even louder in The Void.”

“So, you’re saying the all mighty Chat got scared in there?” Philza said with a small chuckle.

Techno gave a quick laugh and then let out a hiss of pain.

“It hurts to laugh, Phil.”

The two became quiet at that. Techno glanced around the room again.

“Oh, been meaning to ask,” he said and nodded towards the thick set of surrender papers that had fallen off of Philza’s knee. Philza picked them up and handed them to Techno.

“Surrender papers, boring to read,” Philza said. All the legal jargon in it gave him a headache. Techno looked at them and smirked.

Then, he unceremoniously tossed them into the fire.

“What the fuck, Techno!” Philza said, trying to keep himself from yelling so as not to wake anyone up. He started to get up to try and maybe save them but Techno grabbed his arm and sat him back down.

“Relax Phil, I’ve taken care of it already,”

“What do you mean by that exactly!”

“What, you think I didn’t have any backup plans,” Techno said with a huff, “Honestly Phil, I’m almost insulted,”

“Techno, what the fuck did you do?” Philza said with a glare. He hadn’t thought Techno had been awake that long but apparently he had just gotten up and started cutting deals with people. Techno making deals was how he had ended up with one less life in the first place!

“I got our independence, that’s what!” Techno said with a triumphant grin.

Philza looked at him and blinked once, then twice.

“How did…?” He said with a shocked stutter, “You aren’t fucking with me, right?”

“I gave up Pigstep,” Techno said, “I made a deal with Dream that if I lost, I would give it up for independence.”

Philza could only gape at him. He knew how much Techno cared about that old thing. Him and Ranboo had fought with Dream over it again and again. Techno might as well be telling Dream that he lost by giving it up.

“Phil, why are you crying?” Techno said.

“Well, I’m partly overwhelmed mate but,” Philza wiped at his eyes as Techno awkwardly looked to the side, “I don’t understand why you’ve given up so much.”

“You gave up your home, your stuff, your life,” Philza stopped with a suck of his breath as he tried to calm himself down. He could feel more tears dripping down his cheeks. The big one was left unsaid but Philza still remembered.

He remembered when Techno had desperately dug through the rubble of his house. How he hadn’t stopped for hours until his hands went raw from the dust and cuts. How he kept shouting Carl’s name over and over again until his voice had gone out.

He’d come out of there with a bloody saddle in his hands and murder in his eyes.

“I don’t want you giving up so much only because of me,” Philza said as he looked at the many scars that Techno had acquired during this war. Scars that hadn’t been there before and wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for him.

“Phil, look at me,” Techno said and Philza obliged. “I promise you I wouldn’t have given up one of my lives for this if I didn’t genuinely believe in what you’re trying to do. Because if I trust anyone to make a government work,” He said with a calm smile, “It’s you.”

Philza let out a watery chuckle. “Jeez, that’s no pressure or anything,” Techno rolled his eyes at that. “But, thanks mate. I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Philza suddenly had a slightly disturbing thought. “Techno, how long have you been up?”

“Oh, just an hour I think.”

Philza immediately shot up from his seat at that. He could feel his wings instinctually flap up and his blood pressure was probably rising again. “Bloody hell, Techno!”

“Relax Phil, I’m fine.”

“You’re supposed to rest Techno! So that you can heal properly!”

“Phil, come on!”

“I’m serious mate! Go the fuck to sleep!”

“I mean, I was thinking we should tell the others that I’m currently not dead.”

“I’ll do that tomorrow. You need your rest!”

“But Phil-“

“Technoblade Minecraft,” Philza said with his long-since perfected dad glare. “You go the fuck to sleep right now or I will ground you.”

“You can’t ground The Blood God, Phil!”

Philza just raised an eyebrow at him. Technoblade sighed and carefully laid down, using his thick cape as a blanket. Philza fondly smiled down at him as he tucked the cape over him.

“Phil, Chat wants you to tell them good night,”

“Oh alright, good night Chat and good night Techno,” Philza said. He turned around and went to his mattress that he hadn’t even used yet over the past three days. It was time to use it too as he felt waves of exhaustion suddenly hit him. He laid down and closed his eyes to go to sleep when he heard it. He heard soft breathing from where Techno was.

He was already asleep. Good, Philza had known he would be out fast. He tucked the blanket over himself and closed his eyes to go to sleep. There was a lot to do tomorrow, after all.

Tomorrow, the others will see Techno again. Tomorrow, he’d write that letter to Wilbur and Tommy. Tomorrow, he’d officially invite Niki and Tubbo into L’Manberg. Tomorrow, they’d have the biggest celebration because they were finally free.

Yes, tomorrow was the start of a new beginning for L’Manberg.

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

"Sometimes my type can take on a multitude of forms and surprise me with the outcome. Other times it's left me simply smacking my forehead saying WHELP there's another one to add to the pile. You can probably guess where Colonel Sebastian Moran falls into in that analogy." (Me.)

Since a mutual friend of mine recently got me started on watching an anime that has been on my list since the dub cast was announced, I have fallen ass over tea kettle in love with guess what another flirty goofball and we're here to talk about him so strap yourselves in for Dot's rambling hours.

So for those of you that don't know Moriarty follows William James Moriarty the villain of the Sherlock books as the main character. It's about the way that he gets rid of the absolute scum of the noble earth and his team of underground workers. At first when I was heard that Aaron Dismuke was dubbing a new character, and a villain this time I thought that I would take on a villain husbando for once. Only imagine to my surprise that there was a flirty snipper hiding amongst everyone else in this amazing show. I instantly fell in love with Moran it was pretty much me just seeing a gif of him and instant heart eyes. It was probably at first just because it looked like somebody put Kuroo into an alternate universe. But overtime the more I finally got around to seeing him the more I learned that he was his own thing.

I've only gotten as far as the dub as ended but I've already adopted Moran as another member of my husbando crew! Moran is a snipper that has an affection for gambling and of course women. But he's shown to be loyal to a fault when it comes to what he wants to do, he will follow his orders until the ends of the earth. That was what originally compelled me to fall in love with his character. He was shown to be a badass with a gun but also have a light and teasing nature especially in his relationship with Fred who he's forced into working with. I loved his contrasting personalities with everyone else around him. While everyone else is prim and proper he's willing to shoot down a guy with just a sheet wrapped around his waist. Throughout the entire show I was impressed with just how much personality he had despite so minimal screen time at the moment.

Most of the time where I spend lurking around this fandom I see just about everyone thirsting after this mans. I can't blame them though because I fell into the rabbit hole as well. I blame also the fact that Christoph Welkamp is his English voice actor. Despite only having half dubbed right now, hopefully we get the other half soon, because I loved his character voice for him. He was just perfect for this flirty sniper.

Having my type being goofballs I can safely say that I've had quite a few characters come up to me, tap me on the shoulder, and say yep I'm your favorite now. I can tell you that's exactly what happened with Moran. It was a combination of his flirty goofball nature along with his loyalty to William and his cause. I might make more edits for this show but for right now this is my favorite character and it's going to stay that way most likely.

[rosegoldannie]

Tell me no lies - Chapter three

“Gods,” Lysandra hissed, pacing back and forth through Aelin’s room, the rain still drip-drip-dripping soothingly down outside. “How did I agree to marry that buffoon?”

Aelin simply shrugged, not fully paying attention to her best friend, rather to Dorian, who had since arrived. He was staring out into the rain, curled onto Aelin’s favorite reading chair, doing everything possible to avoid looking at Aelin. 

“Beats me,” he murmured quietly, disinterestedly. 

Shaking her head, Lysandra turned back to her. “Well? What can we do?”

She heaved a sigh and slumped down onto her pillows. “Nothing, really.”

Dorian at last glanced her way. “Yeah. I spoke to Manon. Everything’s legal.”

Lysandra huffed. “What about eviction? Any grounds there?”

“No. It’s technically still Fen’s apartment, and he’s done nothing to constitute it.”

“Yeah, but-”

“Aelin’s just subletting this room. And Rowan was Fenrys’ co-signer, so he technically has every legal right to be here.”

“What are you saying?”

“Rowan’s name is on the lease. Aelin can’t do anything.”

A loud slam echoed through the apartment, then-- “GALATHYNIUS!” her door swung open so hard it slammed into the wall, leaving a dent where the handle hit. Whelp, she was most definitely not going to get her security deposit back. Lorcan stood in the doorway, looking absolutely livid. Behind him, Aedion had a sheepish smile on his face. 

I tried to stop him, Aedion mouthed. 

“The hell did you do?” Lorcan rasped, rain droplets clinging to his long, inky hair.

The floorboards creaked as Dorian leaped to his feet, phone in hand, and his eyes glued to the screen. “I-I’ve gotta go.” He stammered, slightly panicked look in his eyes as he half stumbled, half slid out through the tightly packed bedroom. 

Lysandra gave Aedion a hard stare, then turned to Aelin. “I’ll deal with him, you deal with this.”

She nodded, watching the door snick closed, then turned to Lorcan with a what the hell do you want look.

He gave a slight whimper - whimper - then collapsed into the chair Dorian had previously occupied, sobbing silently. Shit.

Instantly, Aelin knew something was very wrong, and was crouched in front of him, unsure of what to do. Patting his shoulder comfortingly, she let her mind slowly wander to the whispering of conversation floating in from the living room, and could just make out Lysandra’s slightly raised voice.

At last, Lorcan spoke. “What the hell did you say to her?” he rasped, between sobs, his long, black hair a curtain of night across his face.

“Elide?”

He finally looked up at her. “She kicked me out,” he whispered, then heaved several sobs, turning away, shame written blatantly across his every feature. “I-I don’t know why. She was on the phone for a while then just kicked me out. She wouldn’t even look at me. I don’t know why.”

She could only shake her head. Normally, she’d tease him and gloat about Elide finally coming to her senses, but… she knew Lorcan really loved her, and Gods, how much pain he had to be in right now. Elide was smart, and clever. If Lorcan had done something, she would have handled it. But what must’ve happened for her to kick him out?

At last, his tears slowed into nothing, and he looked around groggily. “I love her.” He murmured, so quietly she almost didn’t catch it. “I love her so much it hurts. I feel like I’m dying.”

Tears pricked at her eyes, and her cheeks grew warm. For all their teasing and bickering and name-calling and fights, Lorcan was actually a very kind person. He’d - surprisingly - been there for her after Chaol. He had his faults, sure, but... He was a very loyal person who truly cared for Elide. And gods if she didn’t hate the small part of herself that wished she had someone who loved her as much as Lorcan loved his tiny, stubborn, dark-haired beauty.

  After a long while of murmuring about Elide, Lorcan drifted off to sleep in her chair, snoring softly. Aelin sighed, and with much grunting, she managed to pull him up into her bed, and tucked him in. Shaking her head at the caring gesture, she knew they would never speak of this night again, just as it always was with their group. 

     Heaving a sigh, she trudged out into the living room, where a flustered Aedion was stammering an apology to Rowan, who looked obnoxiously confused and repulsed. 

     When they heard her enter, Lysandra glanced over. “Well?” She asked, hands braced on her hips. 

Letting loose a sigh, Aelin braced her elbows against the back of the sofa. “I...don’t know, actually,” she murmured, casting a wary glance at Rowan. “Elide kicked him out, and he doesn’t know why.”

He snorted, rolling his eyes. “Bullshit. He probably pulled some stupid shit.”

“No. He’s not like that.” Aelin inwardly cringed at her juvenile phrasing.

“I’m new, not stupid. You forget, I’ve known him longer. Lorcan did something to piss Elide off, so she kicked him out and now he’s here with his tail between his legs.” Rowan snapped.

“No.” 

“Yes, Ms. Daddy’s money.” Aelin sucked in a sharp breath. So it was going to be like that, was it? Well, two could play at that game.

“No, you buggeyed buzzard. Elide wouldn’t do that -- not to him.”

“And how do you know, princess?” He hissed.

Lysandra sent her a wary glance, which she hardly noticed. “Uhh.. We’re gonna go…” And slipped out the door with Aedion, leaving her alone with Rowan. 

“Don’t call me that.” Aelin deadpanned, crossing her arms.

“I’ll call you whatever the hell I want, seeing as I’m paying two thirds of the rent.”

“And whose fault is that? Maybe if you’d actually thought ahead you wouldn’t have had to come here.”

“Ohh trust me, I’m learning my lesson.” He murmured, arms crossed and glaring down at her.

Aelin stared back up, definitely.

This was going to be an interesting few months.

[homenum-revelio-hq]

Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix, Ellie!

You have been accepted for the role of SEVERUS SNAPE! With two applications, it’s always a difficult choice! We love the way you showed Severus as toeing the line in everything he does, which really brought to life his “greyness” that we see so much in the canon novels. We could hear his voice as we read through your application! We’re so excited to have you join us!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME & PRONOUNS: ellie, she/her.

AGE: 20+.

TIMEZONE: GMT.

ACTIVITY LEVEL: i’m not a very fast writer tbh, but i don’t have any other hobbies or rl obligations to keep me from rp atm, so i should be able to maintain more than 3 paras a week.

ANYTHING ELSE: nope.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Severus Dynastes Snape.

Severus — severed. Cut off.

Dynastes — dynastic prince.

Eileen was not subtle when naming her son. Even in such a matter she let her spite lead her way. Severed prince, indeed.

AGE: 21.

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: cis male, he/him, demisexual & biromantic.

BLOOD STATUS: half-blood.

HOUSE ALUMNI: Slytherin.

ANY CHANGES: nope!

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

Severus Snape has the personality of a sentient pack of razors and the looks to match. Everything he picked up since he was young he used as a weapon: his wit, his words, his mind, his spells, his potions, his silence, his secrets. He feels more at ease surrounded by enemies who think him an ally and who would set untold violence upon him should his true colors reveal themselves than he does surrounded by friends and family. He values his solitude and his privacy above all else and will defend it with great hostility. He is a liar and a cheat who holds himself to a high standard of dignity and honor.

His disposition never inspires friendliness, and hardly invites approach. He prefers being left to his books and his potions, unless there is a task to complete or a matter that requires his urgent attention. Snape is viciously clever, scrutinizing, observant, and patient. The full brunt of his focus is sharp and piercing and nigh unbearable. He has a scholar’s heart and the drive to follow it through to the end, wherever that end may be. He entered the race, as he sees it, late and heavily disadvantaged, and has thus operated and continues to operate with the understanding that he is the lowly underdog, that success only comes to those willing and ready to fight for it. And he fights, and he fights, and he fights.

Despite all evidence to the contrary, Snape is loyal to a fault. His loyalty is difficult to earn, but impossible to lose. He has a thorough, comprehensive, all-or-nothing approach towards loyalty — you either have it or you don’t. All of him or none of him. He will give you his soul – his strength, his work, his honor, his dignity, his life, his word – or he will give you nothing. Thus far, the only person who has his loyalty is Lily Evans.

Another thing about Snape that’s often lost under all the bluster and barbs and sharp edges is that he holds his honor to exacting standards. He takes his debts with the utmost seriousness, and his promises, once made, are kept. His word matters to him, as does his loyalty. When James Potter saved his life, Severus acknowledged the debt, and paid his due. He raged and simmered and boiled over with hatred, but his word he kept, and the secret of the werewolf was not revealed by him.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

Eileen Prince was a true daughter of her line, and carried the worst of the traits of her family with her: she was stubborn, proud, obstinate, and filled with such vicious spite there was hardly room for anything else within her.

Despite this, she loved her son. Yes, he was the reason her secret and exciting teenage dalliance turned to lifelong imprisonment, and that was enough reason for her to never look upon him with open affection. Yes, he was a halfblood, and not the proper sort with a good family name and upbringing good enough to overlook his blood status. But he was HER son, HER blood, and that mattered to her still. She watched the boy complete every task, from taking his first steps to tying his own shoes to skipping stones by the river, with all the intensity of focus and full-hearted diligence expected of a Prince. She watched the whelp pick fights with kids twice his size for perceived slights, watched him lose more fights than win and still go back to school the next day with his chin tipped up in defiance, back straight and eyes forward, ready to take on anything. She watched, and felt a wave of such fierce pride over this boy that was half a Prince, this boy that was her son.

She taught him everything he needed to know about magic. Everything he would need to know to fight the currents, knowing this life she gave him would be unkind, an uphill battle from the beginning to the end. She taught him the rules of their society, the names of the families that mattered and the families that didn’t. She taught him his spells and his potions, his letters and his numbers, his history. Her son, the half-blood whelp, will claw his way back up from where she’d fallen, she will see to it herself.

Tobias fought her on this, as he fought her on every other matter that had anything to do with magic. And she fought him just as hard: their shouts shook the walls of their little house on Spinner’s End, sent the neighbor’s lips aflutter with excited gossip, and sent their son scuttling beneath the bed or the table or out in the park until the shouting stopped. But she fought: her son would not meet the vipers unequipped.

Severus grew up knowing two things above all else: that he was less-than, and that he must earn the right to be treated with respect. These were the two overarching lessons of his childhood, but they were not the only ones: Nothing comes for free. No one will give you anything without expecting something in return. There’s no inherent value in someone that will grant them happiness, there’s simply luck, and lack thereof. There’s wanting things and taking them. You take what you want and you make your life better, or you don’t. You fight for your improvement or you take the punches laying down.

Severus never stayed down for long. He knew what he wanted — or thought he did — and what he wanted was to be better than everyone else. And that meant fighting for his place, and fighting to keep it. He wanted his mother to be proud of him — desperately, more than he dared to admit — and that meant drinking in her every word with rapt attention, and taking all her lessons to heart. And he did.

Eileen was the predominant influence in Severus’ childhood, but she was not the only one. Tobias Snape spent most of his days at work, or at the pub, or at a friend’s house: anything to keep him away from the trap that was his wife and his son. He made no secret of who he blamed for the unsatisfying course his life took, shouting it loud enough everyone in the neighborhood knew his every secret desire and every selfish thought: that he wanted an obedient wife, that he wanted a proper lad who played sports and carried wood like a real man, that he was trapped in a marriage with a lying cheat and a useless son. The truth of the matter was that Tobias Snape felt inadequate: his wife was a witch who came from money and prestige and had to settle for a wretch like himself. She did not need him to provide for her or care for her, she did not depend on her husband like a wife should. His son, the wizard, who grew up in the same dirty clothes and sketchy neighborhood that his father did, looked down his nose at his father’s craft. Little pauper held himself like a little prince, like Tobias and Spinner’s End and honest work and playing ball and carrying tools was all beneath him, like this was all simply a prelude to a better life up ahead.

Severus knew since he was very young that he could never be enough for both of his parents. That pleasing one meant angering the other, that he had to choose whose approval he’d have to chase (and chase, and chase) and whose displeasure he’d weather for the rest of his life. It was not easy. But it was, in the end, a much simpler choice than some might expect.

OCCUPATION:

He works in an apothecary down in Knockturn while he studies under a potions master to complete his mastery. The potions master he works for and studies under is an affiliate of the Dark Lord, and has agreed to take Severus on as a student following the recommendation of Lucius Malfoy. Severus does everything from stacking ingredients, brewing potions in the backroom, and experimenting at his mentor’s side with new potions using procedures that follow no code of ethics or safety recognizable to any text. Severus was granted access to his own lab in Malfoy Manor that he uses to make whatever his Lord asks of him, and where he conducts his more private experiments with a few adjustments to safety regulations.

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

To newly minted death eater Severus Snape, the order of the phoenix was a pathetic gang of fools who thought they could defy the dark lord and not only survive, but win. He crossed wands with and interrogated captured members of the order for information, particularly in the earlier days of his induction when he still had a lot to prove.

Presently, as a fully integrated member of the order and certified double agent, he’s certain that they’re all bloody stupid. Although, he supposed, so is he now that he counted himself among their number. While the driving force for his change in loyalties was Lily Evans, she was not the only one. By the time he approached Emma Vanity with his peace offering, Severus was already thoroughly disillusioned with the Dark Lord and his cause, tired of the violence that served no purpose, and aware of his own desire for a proper legacy that didn’t include a body count.

This war was never about doing the right thing for Severus. Or at least, it wasn’t, before. It was always about doing the smart thing: join the winning side, rise through the ranks, prove yourself to the right people in the right ways. This stance has become increasingly more difficult to maintain as of late — he may not be a bastion of moral purity, but even he balked at the mindless murder of a hundred innocents. Regardless of where he stands in matters of blood status and politics, the Dark Lord was a madman on a rampage, dripping with bloodlust and power and self importance. He must be stopped. Severus is more determined now than ever to help bring him down. The order, while lacking in many ways, are the most equipped to do so. He has also come to view them as comrades, as brothers in arms, in a way that he never did his fellow death eaters — perhaps being judged for the things he’s done rather than the circumstances of his birth had helped warm him up to them more quickly.

He spies for the order while pretending to spy for the death eaters. It’s a tricky balance. He carefully picks and chooses what to give to which side, when, how, why, and what to keep to himself, while keeping up the image of a loyal, competent death eater and invaluable member of the order. The margin for error is rather slim.

Beyond spying, Severus also lends his expertise in potions and spell crafting to the order. Mostly healing potions, using his own modified recipes that tend to use less expensive and more readily available ingredients than the original. He also crafts countercurses to the new finagled murder and torture spells death eaters have been using (that he created in the first place, but who really needs to know that?? Not his new goodie two shoes friends, of course, he’ll keep that lil nugget of knowledge to himself) he’s careful, of course, not to craft a countercurse to every spell and not to do so in a suspiciously timely fashion. He doesn’t want to lose his standing with the dark lord and be accused of incompetence at best, disloyalty at worst.

Another thing they don’t know about him: he’s a master legilimence. The order’s inner circle know he’s an occlumency master, good enough to lie to the dark lord to his face and get away with it, but his legilimency he’s kept to himself. He’s been skimming the surface thoughts of order members from the start like a bad habit he can’t quit. Not that he wants to.

Conversely: the dark lord thinks the order members know he’s a legilimence. This is very helpful in restricting what Severus can or cannot find for his lord at any given moment, since he can’t just pick it up from someone’s mind without running the risk of blowing his ‘cover’. Then again, the dark lord is also under the impression that Severus’ occlumency and legilimency skills are far below what they actually are, so. Sucks to be him? He’s a bit out of the loop there. Busy with bigger people than Severus, just as the spy prefers it these days.

SURVIVAL:

A few things that kept him alive thus far :

1) Compartmentalization. Severus can pack feelings, thoughts and personal moral scruples like a lunchbox and put them aside for later, focusing on the here and now and the whys and the why nots of his actions. This helped him keep his cover in many, many occasions where otherwise his first instincts would’ve compromised him.

2) He can keep a secret. Information is a very important currency in a secret war, and Severus understands the weight of an off-hand comment or an innocuous gesture can tip the scales in favor of one side or the other.

3) He’s a prodigy. He is highly skilled in multiple delicate and dangerous disciplines like potions, spell crafting, and warding. This, as well as being an orphaned, hungry, ambitious halfblood without a family to see to his own best interests has made Severus a gift that fell into the dark lord’s path unwittingly.

4) He’s in the dark lord’s pocket. Seemingly. Severus lives in a tiny apartment above an apothecary in Knockturn, owned and run by the potions master whom he’s been apprenticing under to achieve his mastery. His potions master, a brilliant man with a rather loose definition of ethics, is an affiliate of the Dark Lord and answers to the man’s every word with due diligence. That, along with the promise of a Defense Master ready to take him on as a student in the vague future tense, Severus Snape is well and truly in the dark lord’s pocket. His future is in the man’s hands. Even when he was first offered this chance, he knew the underlying implications of owing so much to one man and having so much of his life not truly within his own control. But it was a way forward, and so he took it. He is aware every moment of the risks he is taking, what he could lose if he was even one step out of line. But this is precisely what makes the Dark Lord more inclined to trust him.

RELATIONSHIPS:

There’s only one relationship that really matters to Severus these days, and that’s his friendship with Lily Evans. Everything and everyone else can come and go as they please — and they’re often in a hurry to go, he’d not grown more approachable since he switched sides — but Lily’s friendship was the most important part of his life, for most of his life, and losing her trust and her affection had been nothing short of devastating.

He knows the crack in their relationship had been his doing, that it’s been so long that she could hardly be expected to care about her old once-friend now, that they both chose different paths. But he desperately wishes to reconcile with his oldest friend, nonetheless. He wants to prove to her that he’s not the lost cause they all thought he was. That she was right to believe in him against the word of so many, that whatever good she saw in him when they were young was still there. That he could still be the good friend she deserved. He knows it won’t be easy, but he’s determined to prove himself — to the right person this time.

Severus was not eager for new friends, even before he switched sides and the need for secrecy and distance rose tenfold. He has his guard up at all times, suspicious and dry, everyone else kept at arm’s length. Despite this, he still warmed up to some of his comrades within the order, as much as he is ever capable of warming up to people. That is to say, he sneers less, and his jabs are without teeth.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS:

Snape is – resistant to romance on a good day, and it hasn’t been a good day for a good few years now. so it’s not something he’s open to, but, well. shit happens anyway so i’m open to it as long as there’s chemistry.

ships i tend to gravitate towards are lily/snape and remus/snape. i don’t have any anti-ships specifically.

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Severus maybe has a drop of privilege over muggleborns, being a halfblood, but not by much. He’s not the acceptable sort of halfblood, with a distant muggle grand- or great-grandparent and an otherwise magical upbringing and a magical family name to hide behind. Purebloods could not pretend not to know of his unfortunate parentage: that Severus was cleanly cut down the middle, the son of a muggle man with a muggle name and a disowned pureblood woman who faded into obscurity decades ago. Severus could not hide that he was muggle-raised no matter how desperately he wanted to. And for some, that was enough to want him dead.

It was a good thing his mother drilled into him the inferiority of his blood since he was young, and impressed upon him the importance of proving his worth and rising above his lowly status. Otherwise, he would not have been prepared to face the scorn of his housemates and peers. And Severus was ready, spitting venom and shouting curses before even stepping off the train, fighting to prove himself from the onset all the way through to his graduation, and beyond.

Being a victim of such prejudice didn’t stop him from acquiring and cultivating biases of his own. He is yet to admit to being a victim, as such, is yet to see there was a crime committed in the way he was taught to see himself and others like him in the world. Married to a muggle or not, disowned or not, his mother was a born and raised pureblood witch of high society. She abandoned her family and her money for the child she carried, but not her ideologies and her privileged way of thought: those she passed down to her half-blood son, pathetically eager to learn of his magical heritage and hungry for any scrap of information about the world he desperately wanted to belong to.

By the time he graduated Hogwarts, Severus picked up every flavor of bias the magical world had to offer, against muggleborns and half-bloods and half-breeds alike. He still believed there could be exceptions — he and Lily, and the odd muggleborn and halfblood that actually try to be worthy of their magic — but he still thought purebloods were, on average, better than the rest.

It didn’t take long for Severus to be disillusioned. Pureblood grandeur is not so grand once you stand shoulder to shoulder with the scions and heads of every house, take their measure one by one, and find them wanting. Fighting side by side with the privileged and the powerful, Severus came to understand how little true power any one of them held, how many of the boys he held in such high esteem couldn’t stomach the front lines long enough to do what needed to be done. Purebloods were, on average, spoiled rotten and entitled and no more deserving of their privilege and power than the average muggleborn was of their magic.

This put his low esteem of muggleborns and half-bloods in a rather awkward position. An awkwardness that it held for years onward, unexamined, shifting and simmering in the back of his mind with every act he committed in the Dark Lord’s name. A voice like Lily’s hums and purrs and shifts, something dark and heavy coils and uncoils beneath his breastbone.

Joining the order did not help him shed the squirming and writhing discomfort. Guilt knocks against his ribcage like a persistent guest, and no matter how much he tries to put it aside, it stays and grows more and more by the day, heavy and leaning. Perhaps some long held beliefs bear examining.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO?

honestly? this group feels more like a group of writers committing to writing one cohesive story than it does a group of roleplayers writing one interaction at a time. i’ve been in plenty of marauders era rpgs in the past, and most of them tend to rely on the suspense of disbelief and sacrifice story elements in order to facilitate interactions between roleplayers, regardless of whether or not these interactions should be plausible in the current setting and political environment. That’s not exactly a bad thing, it’s just something that rubbed me the wrong way before. It doesn’t seem to be a problem here: characters fall out of the spotlight and into the background when needed, and brought back to the forefront as needed by the story.

Reading through the plot drops and figuring out the hows, whys and whats of Snape’s motives and actions throughout the story has been very exciting, and I’m looking forward to seeing him grow as a person and start to fight for the order for the right reasons.

PLOT DROP IDEAS:

I would love to see Severus’ beliefs put on the spot. He’s been growing more fond of the other order members, and has been learning (subconsciously) to see other half-bloods and muggleborn as comrades instead of lessers. I want to see him pushed to acknowledge his shifting perspective on blood status, choosing to fight and make sacrifices for others instead. He’s a lot more invested in the order than he’s admitting to himself. I would love to see him reach a point where he warns the order about something he shouldn’t, thus risking his position within the Death Eaters, and prompting him to re-examine just how much he cares about their cause, and why, and how much he’s really willing to risk for them.

ANYTHING ELSE?

my mockblog is @sectumsmpra ! thank you for reading my app, it was a pleasure to work on <3

[way-to-the-future]

Oaths Unbroken Pt. 3

Sir Aethelwine took supper on the veranda that evening. He admired the look of the bougainvillea and the honeysuckle while he ate; the blooms, charming in their fragility, calmed his frayed nerves. The food was good; and, as on rare occasion, he took a bit of sherry to do what the flowers could not. He set his glasses on the table to give his eyes a rest. In Aethelwine’s unaided sight, the city was murky and strange in the twilight, glowing in the half light and haze of Azyema’s last fire. He closed his eyes and raised his glass. Sometimes, Ul’dah was too much to bear.

               “Sir,” called his squire from indoors. “The lady Scowling Hale is here.”

               Aethelwine set down his glass and placed his glasses back on his face. His moment of peace would have to wait. Scowling did not join him at his table; she moved to the balcony instead, watching the tiny figures pass in the streets below while the wind distressed her cropped hair. IT seemed that Aethelwine would have to be the first to speak.

               “What have we come to, madame?”

               “Don’t be cryptic, Aethelwine.” She was angry – not with him.

               “Am I to be the only one in this order who says what he means? We made oaths, Scowling. Oaths of loyalty to one another, as well as to the throne.” Scowling’s grip tightened on the railing. “We have not been particularly loyal today,” he prompted.

               She wheeled on him with a venomous gaze. “And what would you have done differently, brother Aethelwine? Do you accept vows of contrition for an accident of birth?”

               He shifted in his seat. “The boy’s birth was not at issue, it was the keeping of –“

               “Shove it up your arse, Aethelwine. You know as well as I what was at issue.” She turned back, leaning on the stone guard for support. “If keeping secrets were it, they’d have my sword as well.”

               Aethelwine’s face drew into a mask of pensive displeasure. “… You were not at fault, Scowling. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

               She laughed, a hollow sound that was soon lost in the wind. “Weren’t you just accusing me of disloyalty? Come off it, Aethelwine. You know the captains made the only choice they could. The order is bigger than one whelp – and he could spoil us, all the same.”

               “Init- young master Arendt is not the type to be indiscrete.” He gave Scowling a warning look. “The captains are not considering other measures?”

               “Solkzagyl would not heart of it. Fafalu was livid, but when is he not?” That was good, at least; they could both take a moment’s comfort in that.

               “… Why did you agree to take him, Scowling?”

               She turned and walked to sit at his table, looking as out of place in her dress doublet as he ever. “His mother was a dear friend. You know his aptitude; you know his character – despite everything.” She stayed quiet a moment. “… I was curious. What it was.”

               “What what was, Scowling?”

               “Would he love the city, or his homeland? Suppose it was a foolish question, in the end.”

Aethelwine stared at the shimmer of red light cast through his glass upon the table. “Did you not care for him?”

               “Did you?” Her tone was even.

               “I care for all of my students.”

               “So you say. But you didn’t stay to watch them deliver the verdict. Even though it was obligate. Even if he needed you.”

               The wind gusted, barren and warm up from the desert. “Who does he have now, Scowling?”

               “His mother.” She shifted in her seat. “I don’t know if she’ll have him.”

               “Do you suppose that we have killed him?”

               Scowling stared at him. “We can’t bear that weight, Aethelwine. He’s out of our hands, now, if we ever had a choice at all.”

               “… No. I suppose you are right.”

               Sir Aethelwine felt fragile himself, as he returned to his supper. He supposed that he had no right to it; but still, he found the light glaring, and the silence that followed oppressive. He wondered after the boy; he had never asked him to his table. Perhaps he would have, had he undergone the vigil. Arendt had never been a diligent student of history, not of law nor philosophy; but he had been a fine young man. And now Aethelwine was thinking of him as though he had passed on. Perhaps he had – perhaps Arendt, his student, was no more than a ghost now, a spectre that would walk these halls for a time and then be forgotten. The city, at least, was still at peace; the order still unwavering in its duty to the throne. Even if the price of that peace, of that loyalty, were another betrayal – who was Aethelwine to judge the worth of these burdens? His oaths, at least, remained unbroken.

[veryloyalfan]

HAPPY PAPYRUS DAY!!!

Papyrus came home and let himself collapse onto the couch, his arms sort of draped over his legs, radiuses resting on femurs. There was a lot going on, and a lot to process. Not at all how he thought things would be when a human FINALLY appeared.

Popularity was… a hard thing to attain, it seemed. That made sense, because if it wasn’t, surely EVERYONE would be popular???

Still… it was something he’d worked at, a very long time, and it had never made any sense to him that his effort wasn’t paying off.

He himself was a prime candidate for popularity. Outgoing, ambitious, loyal, kind, clever, witty, and, though less important, surely the fact that he was also handsome and in physical prime couldn’t be HURTING the progression of his goals.

So what then, was it? When it came right down to it, he couldn’t help but notice that Sans and Undyne seemed to be the only people who TRULY saw him for who he was. It wasn’t as if he hid it. Projecting his true inner self to the world came naturally to him.

Well… in his honest assessment of himself, there were a few things he DID hold close: he worried about his brother. Sans’s declining motivation to do… much of anything, was constantly eating away at him. And he feared that, to allow that into the open, would put just one more weight onto whatever burden the shorter skeleton was bearing alone, and trying to hide. Sans responded far better to the same brotherly camaraderie they’d always shared, with gentle nudges and suggestions as to how to be a bit more productive.

Deeper down, still, was his discomfort with this whole business with the human. Yes, he’d always KNOWN that his great “claim to fame” involved a human being captured and their soul taken. And it hadn’t ever been something he’d liked to focus on. But back then, it had been a necessity. Something that HAD to happen, for the good of all monsters. A human was a faceless, dangerous being, whose capture would ensure the freedom of all monster kind.

But then he’d met one. And no matter how hard he’d tried, he hadn’t been able to capture them. In fact… if he were truly honest with himself, he actually HOPED that, even if the human had been as dangerous as the rumors had warned, he STILL wouldn’t have been able to bring himself to capture the child.

It was, perhaps, his greatest shame. That he, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, should get so caught up in his own fame, he had tried his best to blatantly ignore the cost another would have to pay. With the goal so tantalizing close, he’d come up with more excuses than Sans on chore day, as to why he’d had to do his job. If a human had to be captured, surely it was far better to be captured by him, after all. But all those excuses did was cover up the sick feeling, deep down. The uncomfortable urge to squirm with the knowledge that he was WRONG.

But in the end, he’d had to let both the human and the guarantee into the royal guard go. He’d tried his hardest to capture the human, but not even the coveted popularity he would have received would have been worth living with, not just the knowledge of what he’d TRIED to do, but the guilt of what he’d actually DONE.

He smiled to himself. In an unexpected twist of fate, he’d seen himself in the little human child, and found a new friend. The human stranger that he’d tried to capture probably already knew him better than any of his fellow monsters… apart from Sans and Undyne, of course.

In the midst of his quiet musings, he’d been aware of the door upstairs opening and closing. Of Sans not walking down the stairs, but being in the kitchen anyway. Now Sans was coming into the living room, sipping on a ketchup bottle that hadn’t been in the fridge. Papyrus ignored Sans’s inexplicable ability to put so much effort into the most nonsensical of things, despite his refusal to bend over and pick up a solitary sock.

His brother came over, and when he put a hand on Papyrus’s shoulder, it made him realize how slouched his position was. He straightened his spine a little self consciously as he turned his head to meet Sans’s searching gaze as his brother stuck his right hand back into his pocket. *you okay there, bro?

Papyrus didn’t have to fake a smile. There were too many good things in the world to smile about. Even self-reflection was a healthy, and positive exercise when done properly. “WHY WOULDN’T I BE OKAY?”

Sans shrugged one shoulder in a lazy motion. *i dunno. ya looked kinda deep in thought there, and today’s been a big day. finally meeting a human and all.

Papyrus was always a little dismayed at how well Sans seemed to read him, for obvious reasons. But it was also comforting that Sans knew him so well. Of COURSE he’d be thinking about the human. But Sans had said ‘meeting’. He could have chosen to credit Papyrus for the “capture” of the child. Three times, actually. Thrice achieving a goal he’d so enthusiastically pursued would normally guarantee recognition from his brother, and yet Papyrus wasn’t surprised that this was the first time he’d even brought it up. He knew Sans well, too, and his brother was too observant to not understand how much he’d struggled with his decision to give up something he’d wanted SO badly.

“HUMANS AREN’T… WHAT I WAS EXPECTING.”

Sans took another sip of his ketchup. *me neither. and i know the kid wasn’t what undyne was expectin’.

That was very true. Undyne had been preparing for her battle with the “final human” for nearly her whole life. She already had friends, and respect, and admiration, but she craved justice for monsterkind. That chance at freedom.

Sans took another slurp of ketchup. Thinking. Assessing the situation. *…ya know, there’s nothin’ wrong with your dreams, papyrus. but lettin’ the kid go? choosing to help, even though it meant putting the guard on hold a little longer? … heh, that was pretty darn cool.

His cheekbones colored at the undisguised admiration. “I KNOW IT WAS. THAT’S WHY…”

…

His brother was patient to a fault. He might as well just say it. “I… DON’T REALLY KNOW WHAT TO DO NOW. I STILL WANT TO BE A ROYAL GUARD, AND I ENJOY ALL THE PUZZLES AND BEING A SENTRY, BUT… NOW I DON’T THINK I CAN KEEP DOING MY JOB.”

Some advice would have been appreciated, but he already knew Sans probably wouldn’t offer any options. And that, in its own way, was still comforting. *you’ll figure it out.

It wasn’t a dismissal, or a refusal to help. Sans believed in him, simple as that, and it brought all his joy and confidence right back to the surface. There would be other opportunities. Ones that wouldn’t involve capturing or killing anyone.

He hugged his brother.

Sans chuckled warmly, his right hand emerging from the pocket to wrap around to Papyrus’s back, letting Papyrus pull away first. Sans was right. Things were a bit uncertain right now, but with a little more consideration, he’d find the proper adjustments to correct his path to becoming the hero he was meant to be.

*whelp! it’s time for me ta get goin’.

Papyrus blinked. “BUT… WHERE ARE YOU GOING NOW??? YOU ALREADY LEFT AFTER YOU GOT BACK FROM YOUR SENTRY STATION IN HOTLAND??? YOU NEVER GO BACK TWICE???”

Sans shrugged, putting the ketchup back into his pocket. *wasn’t planning on starting now. but there’s somewhere else i gotta be.

With that clarifying statement, Sans winked, and walked up the stairs then into his bedroom. 

Papyrus gave a grunt of irritation, but didn’t bother to go check if his brother’s somewhere to be was just locked in his room, or if he really was heading out. Knowing Sans, it could be anything from judicial duties to grabbing another snack at Grillby’s.

He wondered if Undyne was ready to come out of the greasy place to go stand outside and wait for their friend again. The human had gone to check on Alphys and left cell phone range a LONG time ago. He hoped they were okay.

He disliked sitting on the sidelines. And yet he had a feeling, deep down, that this was something the human had to do alone, at least for now. He had no doubt that the child would be able to convince the king to let them pass.

There was a tap on the glass, but it wasn’t Undyne. It was a little green vine. He got to his feet, and headed out the door, wondering what Flowery wanted to talk to him about, the waiting sensation buzzing a little more noticeably in his ribcage. They were just waiting for to the human to make it home, and yet…

It almost felt like something… more.

[are-you-still-writing-that]

An Open Letter

My longest companion,

I write to you now, that I fear I can no longer just sit back quietly, and let you wander through my life, unattended and ignored, like your company means nothing to you or me. I admit, that for the longest time, I was not even aware of you or your attendance to me. Only the observations of a good friend of mine have shaken me out of my unknowing, that I have wandered through now for the longest time. Though, there had still been suspicions coming from my side towards your company, I never knew anything concrete, that could lead me towards you. But I am as much at a fault for that, as you are, and we both know it.

You truly like to stay in the shadows, do you not? Always out of my sight, so that I can never quite catch an image of you. Haunting me, with a faceless figure so vague, that I always thought it to be a lacking construct of my dreams, of my tired mind unable to finish the entire image. You deliberately came to me only, when you knew, that I would not, rather could not, remember you clearly in the aftermath. For so long, you left me in the belief, that you were a construct of my own treacherous mind. A nightmare more persistent and fastened towards reality than others, and not an actual being of your own. But there was so much more, and worse things, that you did, no?

It is you after all, is it not? The one, who sends the shadows after me, that still haunt me everywhere I go, at any moment and every opportunity, in my life. Even in my worst nightmares, your faithful and loyal servants will follow me without a fault, so that I can never get rid of them, so that I am never able to catch my breath and gather my thoughts. Sometimes, I am sure, that they even are the reason of my worst nightmares in the first place. Those horrible little shadows, that will follow my every step, are positively driving me insane.

They did, from the very first moment, that I ever got aware of them. It is amusing, no? That I was aware of your servants earlier than of you?

Anyway, they drove me away from every safe haven, and chase me easily across the land, like a relentless predator, and I, the fool that I am, play the part of the prey far too easily. I never seem to be able to catch my breath, and I will always look over my shoulder, just to find your shadows once again. They eroded over time, any sanity, that was left in my bones, and left me as an unsure mess. I can, on some days, barely discern what is real and what is just my insanity rearing its ugly maw to swallow me whole in fantastical images. Was that your plan since the beginning? To drive me slowly insane, and with no way left for me, to return myself back to sanity?

Be aware, that I fault you for that more, than for anything else that has happened to me, over my plenty years on this plane of existence. Countless years indeed. I long ago have lost count, how long I am ghosting, never quite with purpose, and my attachments as steadfast, as the wind is on any given day, over this place now. Well, not quite like that. I have not lost the count of my many days, my own infallible memory will not allow that, but I wish to not remind myself again, how painfully long this life of mine came to be already. The amount of years brings me nothing, but sorrow.

I am not immortal, at least I sincerely hope, that I am not. My experience with my cursed longevity, as already showed me far too well, that I could not deal, with the trials, that would come to me, if I was truly unable to part from this world. I still feel the pain of my injuries, how some of my bones have been worn thin through excessive use, and I still bleed in a bright red. What my hope is for the moment, that till now, I just have not found a way to depart. Immortality or an unnatural long life-span, are truly not, what dreamers make it out to be. It is not a fate, that I would wish on anyone, but it is still not the worst thing, that I was cursed with. Rather it is a little side effect, that can not be avoided, that tears my heart apart in the cruellest way possible.

No, the worst thing about my little condition of my stubborn survival, without any end in sight, is a torture I truly cannot wish onto anyone. I saw so many of my friends, already pass away. Some peacefully, some taken away by violence. I do not think you know, how much has already been taken from me, that I can never get back, no matter which way I go. It fuels my anxiety, of moving on, of keeping up the fight. My memories of my dearest friends, slowly get buried under the sheer mass of memories that I accumulated, simply by still being here. It takes so long nowadays to find a memory of the dearly departed. It is a cruel fate, to live so long, without an end in sight.

Alas, I can thank you for that too, no? Are you not the one, that has cursed me to this? That has given me this cruel affliction, that I can never recover from? Why do people think that dying is the worst thing that can happen to someone? I know now, and maybe I have always known, that it is not. There are worse things, that can happen to someone, than simply taking a last breath, or closing their eyes, while listening to the last beat of their heart. At my point in life, with my experience, death would be truly a mercy upon myself. But thanks to you, the end is still not near.

I do not know what you had been thinking, if it truly is your fault, but I can attest, that either you have been wrong, and need to revise how to bestow a gift upon someone, or you were right, and truly have figured out how to inflict the cruellest pain on a person imaginable. I almost fear, what your intentions were. Why? Well, your intentions would undoubtedly reveal, what kind of being, had stayed so close to my side, has surely copied alone through sharing the same space, some of my mannerism, while I unconsciously copied some of yours. What kind of person, would make me this? The answer, would be unavoidable, with the reveal of your intentions, and the following reveal of you.

Another question though, this time, truly my own, plagues me though. Why it had to be me? It is a question I would like to have answered. It plagues me deeply and relentlessly, for I cannot find any answers on my own for it. Was my youth not enough, for my fragile heart? Did you need to make life worse, than I already was, simply by being there? Did you try to get my favour, in a way that would only get you my scorn? Or did you try to play a benign hero, only to fail miserably at every and any opportunity?

Forgive me, that last sentence, was uncalled-for. While it still puts a lot of what I feel into words, I may have worded it nicer, than I did now. But I also have to admit to you now truthfully, that whenever I look back onto everything that has happened to me, my anger gets the worst of me. This is the first time, I truly seem to be able to fault someone else for all the short-comings in my life, without any guilt for myself. It makes me the most poisonous to my surroundings, with my anger, so that everything, that comes into contact with me, might suffer, the same way I did. It makes me irrational, and my words hurtful.

Even though, I still do not quite know who or rather what you are, and my conscience and survival instinct are telling me to play this safe and smart, I cannot help myself, but to antagonize you. It seems, that I cannot convince myself, to soften the blows of my words, and dull the pain I want to inflict on you. How, after all, can I be pleasant to you, when you have ruined so many of my peaceful years already. I am faced for the first time, with the culprit of, not only, many tear, but also many hours of anguish, that I had to suffer through.

And if you truly followed me around, since I was nothing but a small whelp, you should recognize my empty platitudes anyway. At least, that is what I would expect of you. To be frank, I also do not care, at the moment at least, if I insult or hurt your feelings, while I still recognize, when I crossed a line, that I maybe should not have. It feels, almost revitalizing now, in this small letter to you, to air out, what has been bothering me for quite a while. It is refreshing, to throw empty platitudes to the side, and just let go of my strict manner.

Though I have to admit again, it confuses me greatly, that apparently you have tried to be my friend for so long, while I just never took direct notice of you, only of your shadows. My longest companion, I truly do not know if I should see you as my friend or my enemy. I am nowadays aware, that you have played both roles now, with great care, and my mind tears itself over that apart. I just can not figure out how to place you into my life. I am aware, that you have caused me great anguish, but also have saved my life on several occasions. At least you did, if I have placed your action in retrospect, right? Though, correct me if I am wrong. After all, I am trying to get an accurate image of you now.

Am I correct in assuming, that you posed as the call to adventure, that I simply could not resist, so many years ago? At first, I simply thought it to be my own desire to leave, and never return, that I had finally finished with the place, and the people occupying it. Alas, the longer I think of that day, the longer I think of the call, that I followed, the more sure I get, that the call came from someone else, and not from me. Like a friend calling me away? Or an enemy hounding me into a trap? Which one is it? Can you answer me that, because I know you were there, that day? After all, the shadows, that your so well-known for, were my cover on that fateful night.

Those black gloved hands, that I remember for so long ago, giving me comfort, when good dreams and good days were hard to come by, they belong to you too, no? In those memories, you feel nothing like my enemy. It is more, a silent guard, letting me know, that I am safe now, and have nothing more to fear. Not here. Not now. You posed as a silent comfort, whenever my nights grew worse and horrendous, no?

I only remember little of your actual appearance, but I do not think you can fault me for that, when it was your intention, that I would forget you. Though some things, just stood out to me, so that even my mind, heavy and slow, with the drag of exhaustion and sleep could remember those things.

You have a pale face, no? But not in any usual way. Otherwise, I am sure I would have forgotten your face a long time ago. But your lips, were always so pale, almost looking blue. The heavy and deep set bruises around your eyes, that seemed to come and go, like they were not even real, always threw me off too. Maybe, that was part of the reason I thought you as a figment of my imagination, your ever-changing appearance? I always thought you looked like you had been frozen to death, with your pale lashes and black bruises. Other times, I was sure you drowned a long time ago, because of the peculiar way, that your face was covered in splotches, marking you as a victim of suffocation, with your pale hair still dripping with water.

Sometimes, something from the deepest pits of my mind, tells me, that I would look like this, if no one had intervened so long ago. Frozen to death, before I even could achieve anything in my life, helpless to stave off the cold a bit longer, and unable to get to safety. Alas, drowning. If your attendance of me, has been even the least bit watchful, you know of my tendency, to get plunged into the ice-cold water. I fear the depths of a lake the most, I think. Often, I have already experienced how it feels, to slowly lose all air, as the water surface, gets further out of sight. Almost unreachable. I was so often pulled under, that it truly is wondrous that I am not yet, at the bottom of some lake. I even drowned in my own blood. So why do you look like this? Like deaths, I evaded?

Oh, that must truly be ridiculous for you to watch, which I am assuming you are. Your shadows, once one takes note of them, are rather hard to forget again. I am trying to figure out who you are, in a way that consists of piecing bits of interaction, that are still clear in my mind together, without any sense behind it. It is almost like figuring out a puzzle, only I know, that even if I had all the pieces, which I do not, it would still not give me a clear image of who you are, or rather of what you are. It is frustrating to know, that no matter what I do, I will not get closer to my goal. But I still hope, that this letter will at least entice you, to reveal more of yourself to me.

I spoke of it fleetingly, but there is another incident, that I still remember clearly. Can you remember it as well? I think around, that time I first became aware of you, just a thought in the back of mind as of yet, nothing concrete. But at that point, I can still feel your presence there. Maybe I was aware of your first interaction with me after all? I truly think so, because after this incident, something changed. Maybe it, was you? Because at first, I thought, it was just my childish excitement, about having discovered new hope for myself, and yet it was not quite that, no?

Not only your shadows have followed me all my life, there has been something else as well. Now you should know what I am talking about, no? It is the blue tulip, that I am talking about. The one, I am often carrying with me nowadays, courtesy of another friend of mine. I saw it as a child, and by all means, the circumstances were dire, and I should have died, that night. Still, I awoke the next morning, as if nothing had happened at all. Evading the cold in the end, and waking up in my own room again, buried under blankets. Being warm, and in no danger any more to fall victim to the harsh winter.

It was you, who saved me. I am sure of this. It was also your presence, that I could feel, as soon as I returned to the blue tulip again, with nervous energy cursing through me, and curiosity burning away in me. I have to admit at first it had frightened me greatly. The more I became aware of you, the colder it seemed to get, and in the end I had always been chased by you. But I think, I got used towards your presence over time, so much, that it rarely bothers me any more.

I do not know, any more, what I wanted to achieve with this letter. Or even if I have ever had a clear goal in mind, when I started to write. Maybe it was to vent at you? Maybe it simply was to acknowledge your existence? To admit, that you have been there for most of my life, and like I said, it could not go unspoken any more?

No matter my intentions, I think a lot, that needed to be said between us, finally got spoke out aloud. Alas, I hope to hear directly from you once. Not now, maybe not even in the next years, or decades. I do know, how much you love to stay in the shadows, but I still would like to hear from you as well.

Sincerely your charge turned friend

[proxylynn]

Dreemurr Academy #8 (UnderFell Gaster)

Dreemurr Academy, a prestigious closed-off college for monsters and humans alike of all ages and worlds. This includes myself, though I'm sort of an in-between. I'm Lynsie, the human anomaly. I'm a human, but I can do magic like monsters. I'm an oddball. That's the thing about making a school that is open to multiple alternate dimensions. Weird things are bound to show up. Even a bunch of the same person. From what I saw on orientation day, the same faces are scattered around all around. To fix these type of issues, everyone that has a multiple or doppelganger is given a school name so there's no confusion. Other than that, it's fairly normal. The hierarchy is the simple. The Deans are made up of the same people, skeleton monsters that go by the name of Gaster. One is a teacher of the Sciences, goes by Wingding. He's a kind and understanding man but is known to pull a prank or two. They all speak in a typeface sign language but use telepathy magic so others understand. It's been said no one has ever heard their real voices and those that have are no longer at the academy. Another Gaster dean teaches Home Economics, he goes by Wingy. He's a bubbly sweet guy that loves his work. Nothing makes him smile more than seeing the joy on a student's face when they take pride in being able to do something they first thought they couldn't. Another Gaster dean teaches the studies of Magic, he is called Fall. At times, he can be cynical, malicious, and sarcastic. He has a commanding presence that exuded gravitas, authority, and control, able to keep a class quiet without effort. Yet there is a kindness to him, it's rarely seen, but not unheard of. Another Gaster dean teaches History, his nickname is Dings. A cold, bitter, and sometimes childish man. He tends to hold grudges against troublesome students and is extremely spiteful toward those whom he dislikes. Yet those that can take his punishments are rewarded with his respect. He is a teacher that commands respect and whose grades are earned with doom hanging over your head. The Professors are also skeleton monsters, but not all are the same person. The Psychology professor is a guy named Papyrus but goes by Stretch. He's the favorite among students because he's so laid back. He chews a tooth pick in class to suppress his urge to smoke, but we all know he does so when on break. He's really good at reading students and helps out when able. All in all, he's the cool teacher. The Literature professor is a Papyrus that is called Fell. He is the one teacher everyone dreads. Very strict and old fashioned. He does not tolerate interruptions and will humiliate those he feels need to be taken down a notch. Such things take their toll on him and often squeezes a stress ball that he keeps on his desk. But he is a very passionate man when it comes to his work and takes his subject seriously, even though this makes him into a bit of a grammar nazi which is why many students get low grades. The Biology professor is a skeleton called Sans that sometimes goes by Classic, whatever that means. He is very cheesy and comes off as lazy, making puns that have people cringe yet secretly love them. He is very protective of his students and will go out of his way to help them. He does not tolerate bullying of any kind and can be quite scary. He's the second favorite among the students. The Physical Education professor is also a Sans that goes by Pain. He is also a stern and old school type of teacher, only he tends to be crueler in the humiliation of students that are unprepared. While his scope is all around, he prefers the darker side of the study. Using borderline violence to weed out the weak that think taking his class is an easy A. There is mercy in his dojo, but it must be earned with blood, sweat, and tears. The Students are broken into four groups based on which part of the four years they are currently in. The first years are called freshmen. Second years are sophomores. Third years are juniors. And fourth years are seniors. There are some variations on this topic, but this hierarchy of college students is still readily recognizable by everyone. Me? This isn't my first rodeo but not my last. I'm a sophomore and have gotten the gist of who's who and what's what. I get along with students and teachers. I've always been a middle ground type of girl. I didn't come looking for friends, but they just seemed to find me. Funny enough, my buddies are the brothers of the professors. Stretch's brother is a freshman, his name is Sans but goes by Rascal. Fell's brother, also a Sans, is a sophomore like me and goes by Edgy. Classic's brother is a Papyrus, a freshman that goes by Papy. And Pain's brother is a sophomore Papyrus by the name of Slim. I've always been a tomboy. I prefer the company of guys. They're different and fun, even if they can be a bit odd sometimes. Rascal, as the nickname implies, is the school clown/prankster. He likes to test his limits and challenge authority, even dishevels his uniform to assert his individuality. He comes off as a slacker, but secretly very deep, clever, and loyal to a fault. He likes taking his brother's class so he can improve his skills with messing with people, mostly his brother as he disrupts his teachings when he sees a chance. Edgy is shy around new people and slow to open up, enjoying a laugh with friends when able. Though he appears weak or even nerdy because of his glasses, he is far tougher than he leads on. He doesn't take crap from anyone. When alone, he's angsty and borders on straight up angry. Getting a pissy attitude when annoyed. Like his brother, he is very passionate about literature and does his best to impress his brother, going so far as to become the teacher's pet. Papy is easily the most lovable guy in the whole school. Very cheerful and optimistic, he tries his best no matter what. He doesn't like conflict and tries to keep his brother out of trouble when the teacher pulls a prank. I find it sweet of him to take his brother's class even though he doesn't particularly enjoy it, just so he can stay close to him. Like I said, this guy is a lovable soul. Slim is easy going. He doesn't take things too seriously and never breaks a sweat over hard exams. The only thing that breaks his cool is his smoking, he really gets tense if he goes too long without his fix. He's incredibly smart and instinctual, good traits to have when dealing with his brother. While he does attend his brother's class, he merely does so as a request of his brother who likes to make sure he doesn't slack off due to not being challenged enough. All of them are oddly related to each other in some form. Gaster's, Papyrus's, and Sans's are brothers. Yet I see them all as different people. I value them. They're helping me even if they don't know it. I am not so confident in myself. I tend to isolate myself, go at things lone wolf style. It's how I've always been. Then I met them and slowly my world began to expand bit by bit. I'm still not comfortable with others. But with them, I can step out from behind my mask for a bit, and really be myself around them. Today is a typical day. Classes seem to take longer than normal, which isn't necessarily a bad thing with most of them. Again, knowing how to get by and being ready for them helps big time. But there's always a chance of trouble in Dean Fall's magic class. This guy makes professor Snape from Harry Potter seem as kind as a newborn kitten. And when you're the only human student in his class, there's a lot of pressure to not only succeed but to perform better than your naturally magical peers. Lately, his progression scale has increased in difficulty. Like a video game that you put on very easy, a sudden ultra hard boss appears and wrecks your shit from out of nowhere. One week we'll be studying rudimentary magics, the next he wants us to perform advanced magics that we haven't even gone over yet. The whole thing is draining, both mentally and physically. The worrisome part about today is that Fall has been in a pleasant mood. Normally this would be a good thing, happy teachers/deans equal easy classes. But not with Fall. When he's in a good mood he gets creative in his teachings, and nothing is beyond his imagination when it comes to pushing his students to the brink in the pursuit of higher learning. I've dreaded something today, now I know why. "👍 ✌💧💧📬📬📬" (CLASS...) Crap he speaks, what fresh hell will be unleashed now? "✋❄ ✌💧 👍 💣 ❄ 💣✡ ✌❄❄ ❄✋ ❄ ✌❄ ✋ 💣✌✡ ✌✞ 👌 ✌❄ 📬📬📬👎✋ ✋👍🕆 ❄📪 ✌💧 ✌❄ 📬" (IT HAS COME TO MY ATTENTION THAT I MAY HAVE BEEN RATHER...DIFFICULT, AS OF LATE.) Oh shit! Who's the dumbass that complained? We're all doomed! " ❄ ✋💧📪 ✋ 💣🕆💧❄ ✌🏱 ✋ 📬" (FOR THIS, I MUST APOLOGIZE.) We're all dead! We're all...wait...What did he say? " 👎 🕯❄ ✋✞ 💣 ❄ 💧 😐💧📬 ✋ ✌💣 ✌ 💣 ✌ ❄ 💧💧📬 ❄ 💣 💧❄ 🏱✌ ❄📪 ✡ 🕆🕯✞ ✌ 👌 🕈 😐✋ ✌ ✡ ✌ 👎📬 💧 💣 💣 ❄ ✌ ❄ 💧📬" (OH DON'T GIVE ME THOSE LOOKS. I AM FAR FROM HEARTLESS. FOR THE MOST PART, YOU'VE ALL BEEN WORKING REALLY HARD. SOME MORE THAN OTHERS.) Weird...I just had a 'senpai noticed me' moment. But Fall's not my senpai, no, I don't even have one. Argh! Brain, quit being dumb right now! "💧 ❄ 🕈✌ 👎 ✡ 🕆 ❄💧📪 ✋ 🕈✌💧 ❄ ✋ 😐✋ 🕈 👍 🕆 👎 ✌ ✋❄❄ 🕆❄✋ 📬" (SO TO REWARD YOUR EFFORTS, I WAS THINKING WE COULD GO ON A LITTLE OUTING.) "Uh...Are you saying we're going on a field trip?" "👎✋👎 ✋ 💧❄🕆❄❄ ✌❄ ✌ ✡ 🏱 ✋ ❄✍ ✡ 💧📪 ❄ ✌❄🕯💧 🕈 ✌❄ ✋ 💧✌✋👎 ✡ 🕆 ✋ ✌ ❄ 🕈 🏱✏" (DID I STUTTER AT ANY POINT? YES, THAT'S WHAT I SAID YOU IGNORANT WHELP!) A wave of cheer sweeps over the room, but I'm not so eager as my classmates, and Fall notices. "✋💧 💧 💣 ❄ ✋ ❄ 💣✌❄❄ 🕆💣✌ ✍" (IS SOMETHING THE MATTER HUMAN?) "No, sir. I'm just waiting to hear the part of 'where' we are to go before expressing any delight." He smirks. "👍 ✞ ✋ 📪 ✌ 🕈✌✡💧 🕆✌ 👎📬 ❄ 👎✌✡📪 🕈 💧 ✌ 👌 ✋ ❄ ❄ 👎 💣🕆 💣🕆💧 🕆💣 💣✌ ✋👍 ✌ 👎 👎👎✋❄✋ 💧📬 🕈 🕈 👎 💧 ❄ ✌❄ 💧 🕆 👎✍" (CLEVER GIRL, ALWAYS ON GUARD. TODAY, WE SHALL BE GOING TO THE DREEMURR MUSEUM OF MAGIC AND ODDITIES. NOW HOW DOES THAT SOUND?) "Yes! Score!" "Nerd!" "Don't care, that place is awesome." "💧 ��❄ 👎 🕈 ✡ 🕆 ❄📪 👌 ✋ 👍 ✌ 💣✡ 💣✋ 👎📬" (SETTLE DOWN YOU LOT, BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND.) [One bus ride later] Much to all of our surprise, Fall has allowed us the opportunity to walk around the building on our own. A lot of my classmates break off into groups of friends. And while a few of my buddies are here, we've all pretty much split up Scooby Doo style. I don't mind it. Being on my own is normal and it'll let me see everything to my heart's desire. And oh my god...This place is incredible! Such rich history. The vibrant scope of knowledge. My brain is in love with the endless stimuli. There's just so much! I must see it all! I must consult the map directory. "Let's see now. Where to get the most bang for my metaphorical buck? 'Magic planetarium'? See the creation of the world as well as the birth of life and where we all stand in the scope of the multiverse. Maybe. But let's keep looking. 'Recreated mutations'? A gallery of wax detailed figures of the brilliantly bizarre anomalies as found in recorded history...Damn, that's tempting. What else? Hmmm...'Gift shop'? Heh, that's funny. For real, what else...Oh! 'Hall of summoning'. For honoring those that have contributed to the betterment of all and invented new magics. Oh hell yeah!" Now I know that doesn't sound as cool as some of the other things here. But if there's one thing I've learned from Fall's class it's this, if you want to learn to be the best then you have to learn from the best. And if I want to be better than I am now than what better way than to look to those who have made this world what it is today. And holy shit this exhibit is huge! A hall of fame of all the most important figures in magical history. Even King Asgore is here, his countenance forever immortalized in a life sized painted sculpture and brandishing his trademark trident. Shockingly, Prince Asriel has a spot in here as well, though he has multiple figures in his exhibit. The really cool one to me is called 'Absolute GOD of Hyperdeath'...So badass! All the wonders. So many famous monsters. Hardly a human in sight. Can't complain about that though, humanity lost most of its magical abilities when it began focusing more on technology. A stupid move in my evolutionary opinion, but hey, that's just me, a random anomalous human. "I hate to feel so cliché, but it's like I'm a kid in a candy store." Going further along the many faces, I'm suddenly made to take a double take before coming to complete stop. The one, this person I did not expect to see in all this...My Headmaster. "W. D. Gaster...Inventor of magic electricity, discoverer of Determination, and creator of the Gaster Blaster?" The statue is of Dean Gaster, the sciences professor, and on either side of him are these strange skull-shaped weapons. "Huh...Did not see this coming." "✡ 🕆 💧 💣 💧🕆 🏱 ✋💧 👎✍" (YOU SEEM SURPRISED?) Fall says while standing behind me and I nearly jump out of my skin. "For the love of...! *huff* Give me a heart attack why don't you!" He just smirks. "🕈 ✡ 💧 💧😐✋❄❄✋💧 ✍ ✌ ✡ 🕆 ✠🏱 👍❄✋ ✌ 💣 ✋ 💧 💣 💣✌ ✍" (WHY SO SKITTISH? ARE YOU EXPECTING HARM IN SOME MANNER?) "No. But I'm also not expecting to have someone be behind me either." " 📬📬📬✌ 🕈✌✡💧 🕆✌ 👎📬 💧🕆👍 ✌ 🕈 ✋💧 💣 ✋ ✡ 🕆 ✌ 📬" (HEH...ALWAYS ON GUARD. SUCH A WORRISOME GIRL YOU ARE.) Cheeky guy. Must still be in a good mood. I ignore this and turn back to the exhibit. "So...Are you the same way?" He cocks a bony brow. "✋ 👌 ✡ 🕆 🏱✌ 👎 ✍" (I BEG YOUR PARDON?) "In your world, the alternate reality where you hail and your brothers are from, are you similar in this regard? All these things the Headmaster has done, did you do them as well?" "🕈 ✡ 💧 👍🕆 ✋ 🕆💧✍" (WHY SO CURIOUS?) "It's my nature." "✡ 🕆 😐 🕈 🕈 ✌❄ ❄ ✡ 💧✌✡📬 👍🕆 ✋ 💧✋❄✡ 😐✋ 👎 ❄ 👍✌❄📬" (YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY. CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT.) "Well, it's a good thing cats have nine lives then." He chuckles. "❄ ✡ 🕈 ✋ ❄ ✌👌 🕆❄ ✡ 🕆📬 ✌ ❄ ✌ 👌🕆❄ 🕈 🏱🕆💧 👍 💣 💧 ❄ 💧 ✞ 📪 ✡ 🕆 👎 🕯❄ 👌✌👍😐 👎 🕈 📬" (THEY WERE RIGHT ABOUT YOU. EAGER TO LEARN BUT WHEN PUSH COMES TO SHOVE, YOU DON'T BACK DOWN.) I smirk inwardly. "I take it Fell and Edgy talk to you about me." "❄ ✡ 💣✌✡ 💧🏱 ✌😐 ✡ 🕆 💣 ❄✋💣 ❄ ❄✋💣 📬" (THEY MAY SPEAK OF YOU FROM TIME TO TIME.) "Figured as much." "👌🕆❄ ❄ ✌ 💧🕈 ✡ 🕆 🏱 ✞✋ 🕆💧 ✈🕆 💧❄✋ 📪 ✡ 💧📬 ✋ ✌✞ 👎 ❄ 💧 💧✌💣 ❄ ✋ 💧 ✌💧 ❄ ✌👎💣✌💧❄ ✌💧📬 ✌💧 ✌✞ ❄ ❄ 💣 🕯💧📬" (BUT TO ANSWER YOUR PREVIOUS QUESTION, YES. I HAVE DONE THESE SAME THINGS AS THE HEADMASTER HAS. AS HAVE THE OTHER ME'S.) "Hmmm...Makes you think, doesn't it?" " 🕈 💧 ✍" (HOW SO?) "In the infinite scheme of things and the untold number of parallel realities, it's funny how the same things can play out for the same people even if there is a slight difference." He ponders this for a moment and then smiles. "✋ 💧🕆🏱🏱 💧 ✡ 🕆 ✌✞ ✌ 🏱 ✋ ❄ ❄ 📬 ✋💧❄ ✡ ✋💧 ✌❄ 👎 ❄ 🏱 ✌❄ ✋❄💧 ✞ ✌👍 💧💧 💧🏱✌👍 ✌ 👎 ❄✋💣 📬 ✌ 🕈 ✌❄ 💧 🕈 💣 ❄✌ 💧 👌 📬" (I SUPPOSE YOU HAVE A POINT THERE. HISTORY IS FATED TO REPEAT ITSELF EVEN ACROSS SPACE AND TIME. AH WHAT FOOLS WE MORTALS BE.) "*chuckles* Your brothers are getting to you, sir. You're paraphrasing Shakespeare's 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'." "✡ 🕆 😐 🕈 ✌💧 🕈 ✌💧 ✋ ❄ ✌❄ ❄ ✡ ❄ 👎 ❄ 💧🕈 🏱 ✡ 🕆 ✋ ❄ ✋ 🕈 👎 🕈 👎💧 ❄✋ ✡ 🕆🕯 ✌💧 💧❄ ✋ ✋❄ ✌💧 ❄ ✡ ✌ 📬" (YOU KNOW AS WELL AS I THAT THEY TEND TO SWEEP YOU IN THEIR WORLD OF WORDS TILL YOU'RE AS LOST IN IT AS THEY ARE.) "That I do. Which reminds me...I apologize for being loud when Edgy and I recite in your home. Once the proverbial ball gets rolling, it becomes hard to stop." "✋❄🕯💧 ✋ 📬 ✌ 😐 ✡ ✋🕯💣 🕆💧❄ 👍 ❄ ❄ 💧✌ 💧 ✌💧 💧 💣 ❄ 👎 ❄ ✌❄ 🕈✋❄ 👌 💧✋👎 💧 🏱✌🏱✡ 🕆💧📬 📬📬📬✌ 👎 ✋ ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✋ 😐 ✡ 🕆 ❄ 🕆👎📪 ✡ 🕆🕯✞ ✞ ✌ 👎 🏱✌🏱✡ 🕆💧📬 ❄ 👌 ✡ 👍✌ 👍 ✌👍😐 ✌💧💧 🕈✋❄ 💧 ✞ 🕆💣 ✌ 📬" (IT'S FINE. FRANKLY I'M JUST CONTENT SANS HAS SOMEONE TO DO THAT WITH BESIDES PAPYRUS. HEH...AND IF YOU THINK YOU GET LOUD, YOU'VE NEVER HEARD PAPYRUS. THE BOY CAN CRACK GLASS WITH SHEER VOLUME ALONE.) Knowing what I do of Professor Fell, that makes me laugh a little. " 🕆💣✌ 📬📬📬" (HUMAN...) "Sir?" "💣✌✡ ✋ ✋ ✈🕆✋ ✡ 🕆 ✌ 💣 💣 ❄✍" (MAY I INQUIRE YOU FOR A MOMENT?) "Go for it." "🕈 ✡ 👎✋👎 ✡ 🕆 👍 💧 ❄ ❄✌😐 💣✡ 👍 ✌💧💧✍" (WHY DID YOU CHOOSE TO TAKE MY CLASS?) "A silly question. To understand my abilities and learn further." "💧 👌 ✋ ❄ ✡ 🕆💣✌ ✋ 👍 ✌💧💧 👎 💧 ❄ 👌 ❄ ✡ 🕆✍" (SO BEING THE ONLY HUMAN IN CLASS DOES NOT BOTHER YOU?) "Sir, I could care less if there are other humans in class with me. I'm not the biggest fan of my own kind. And as you can tell by the company I keep, I prefer being with monsters." "✋💧 ❄ ✌❄ 🕈 ✡ ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✡ 💧 ✌ 👎✍" (IS THAT WHY YOU TRY SO HARD?) I tilt my head in puzzlement. "Come again?" "👎 🕯❄ ❄ ✡ ❄ 👎 ✡ ✋❄📬 ✡ 🕆 🏱🕆❄ ✋ 💣 ❄ ❄ ✌ ❄ ❄ 💧📬 ✌ ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✡✋ ❄ 🏱 ✞ ✡ 🕆 ✌ 👌 ❄❄ ❄ ✌ ❄ 🕆💣✌ 💧✍ ✌ ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✡✋ ❄ 👌 👌 ❄❄ ❄ ✌ 🕈 ✌❄ ❄ 💧 ❄ ✋ 😐 ✡ 🕆✍" (DON'T TRY TO DENY IT. YOU PUT IN MORE EFFORT THAN THE OTHERS. ARE YOU TRYING TO PROVE YOU ARE BETTER THAN OTHER HUMANS? OR ARE YOU TRYING TO BE BETTER THAN WHAT OTHERS THINK OF YOU?) I don't like where this is going. I can care less what others think of me. I do what I do for myself and no one else. But I don't want him to think I have some stupid ulterior motive or some other dumb shit. "You should quit while you can, sir. You sound like Professor Stretch." " ✞✌👎✋ ❄ ✈🕆 💧❄✋ ✍" (EVADING THE QUESTION?) I look away from him. "🏱✌❄ ❄✋👍📬 ✌ 👎 ✋ ❄ 🕆 ❄ ✡ 🕆 ✌👎 💧 💣 👌✌👍😐👌 📬" (PATHETIC. AND HERE I THOUGHT YOU HAD SOME BACKBONE.) I hear my internal politeness glass shatter and I turn to him with an all too innocent grin. "Sir...Might I suggest you do one thing? *ahem* Shut the fuck up!" He looks at me in shock and the niceness in me is drowned out by annoyance as I let loose. " 📫 🕆💣✌ ✍" (H-HUMAN?) "Lynsie! My god damn name is Lynsie. And I'm not taking your class to prove I'm better than whatever crackpot psychosomatic theory you got cooking in that half baked oven you call a skull. I don't have to prove a damn thing to anyone. Not to you, not to the others, not to monster or human kind, just me. I'm doing this to better myself because I want to do so, not because I want to shove metaphorical crap in someone's face. So take your high and mighty head, pop it off that pipe cleaner you call a neck, and shove it up your bony ass because that's where shit is supposed to come from!" I'm so tempted to flip him off as an epic finisher but I'm too red faced with embarrassment and fear to sink my battleship any further. Fall is in shock, his normal unbreakable commanding countenance falters in befuddlement. A shade of crimson colors his skull as he is taken back by such an outburst. "✡ 🕆📬📬📬 ✌💧 ✞ 💧🏱 😐 ❄ 💣 ✋😐 ❄ ✌❄📬" (YOU...NO ONE HAS EVER SPOKEN TO ME LIKE THAT.) "I bet." What the hell? Brain, shut down and don't speak. "✡ 🕆 👎 ✌ ✋ ✋🕯💣 ❄ 🕆💧❄ ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✌👍 📪 👌🕆❄ ✋🕯💣 ✌ 💧 ✌ 👎 ✌ 📪 ✡ 💧✍" (YOU DO REALIZE I'M NOT JUST YOUR TEACHER, BUT I'M ALSO A DEAN, YES?) "I know." Quit talking! "✌ 👎 ✌ 📪 ✌ 🏱 💧 🏱 🕈 📬 ✌💧 ✋ 📪 ✋ 👍✌ 💣✌😐 ✡ 🕆 ✋ ✌ ✋❄ ✌ ✋✞✋ 🏱✋💧💧✋ 💣 📬" (A DEAN, A PERSON OF POWER. AS IN, I CAN MAKE YOUR LIFE A LITERAL LIVING HELL FOR PISSING ME OFF.) "I know." Why am I still talking?! "👍✌ ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✞ ✌❄ 💣 ❄ ✞ ✌ ✡ 🕆 💧 🕆 👎 👌 ✋ ✋ ❄ 🕈✍ 👎 ✡ 🕆 ❄ 👍 💣🏱 👎 ❄ ✌❄ ✋❄ ✋💧 ✋ ✡ 🕆 💧 🕆 👎 👌 ✋ ❄ 👎 ✋ ❄ ✋💧 ✞ ✡ 💣 💣 ❄✍✏" (CAN YOU NOT EVEN FATHOM THE LEVEL OF FEAR YOU SHOULD BE FEELING RIGHT NOW? DO YOU NOT COMPREHEND THAT IT IS I YOU SHOULD BE FRIGHTENED OF IN THIS VERY MOMENT?!) "Do you think I'm not frightened? I don't think I can move my legs because I know how fucked I am." He ponders this, then as if an idea just popped up in his mind after a moment or two, a dark smirk comes to him and he looms over my still form menacingly. "✡ 🕆 ✌✞ ✋👎 ✌ 🕈 ✌🏱🏱 🏱 ✋✌❄ ❄ ✌❄ 💧❄✌❄ 💣 ❄ 🕈✌💧📬" (YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW APPROPRIATE THAT STATEMENT WAS.) "S-sir?" " 💧🕈 ❄ ✋❄❄ ✌💣👌📬 ✡ 🕆🕯✞ 💣✌👎 ❄ ✋💧 ✌ ❄ ✌💧✡📬 ✌ 👎 ❄ 🕈 ✋💧 🕆 ✡📬 ✞ ✡📬📬📬✞ ✡📬📬📬 🕆 ✡❞📬" (OH SWEET LITTLE LAMB. YOU'VE MADE THIS ALL TO EASY. AND THE WOLF IS HUNGRY. VERY...VERY...HUNGRY~.) "Okay, that is very cree...!" I'm cut off by him grabbing my face and the sudden invasion of his tongue down my throat. I try to push him away, but something prevents my limbs from moving, no matter how much I pull. And from out of my peripheral vision, I see what it is...his magic. "💣💣💣💣📬📬📬👎✋👎 ✡ 🕆 ✌ ✡ ❄ ✋ 😐 ✋🕯👎 ❄ ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✌🕈✌✡ 🕈✋❄ 🕆❄ 🏱🕆 ✋💧 💣 ❄✍" (MMMM...DID YOU REALLY THINK I'D LET YOU GET AWAY WITHOUT PUNISHMENT?) "No sir, but this is..." "✡ 🕆 💧 🕆 👎 💧✋ 👍 ❄ ✌❄ 💣 🕆❄ ✡ 🕆 💧 👌 ✋❄ 💣✌😐 💧 ❄ ✋💧 🕈 💧❄ ✡ 🕆📬 👎 ✡ 🕆 🏱 ✋❄ 🕈 ✋ 👎 ❄ ✌❄ ✡ 🕆✍" (YOU SHOULD SILENCE THAT MOUTH OF YOURS BEFORE IT MAKES THIS WORST FOR YOU. OR DO YOU PREFER IT WHEN I DO THAT FOR YOU?) If I egg him on he's only going to get more daring. Maybe if I appeal to his more logical side. "You know sir, you never struck me as one with Martymachlia." That gets to him. "🕈 ✌❄✍" (WHAT?) "We're in public. People are everywhere. And eventually, we'll have to return to school. You're being awfully risky sexually disciplining me in the open like this. Why...What would the other Deans say?" I even make a looking gesture towards the display of his alternate self to really drive this further. My hope is that this will remind him of basic knowledge of approved/appropriate public displays of affection. "🕈 ✌ ✡ 🕆 ✋ 🕈✋❄ ❄ ✋💧✍" (WHERE ARE YOU GOING WITH THIS?) "Oh come on sir. You can't tell me one such as yourself does not know of appropriate public displays of affection." " ✠🏱 ✌✋ ❄ 💣 🕈 ✌❄ ❄ ✌❄ ✋💧📬" (EXPLAIN TO ME WHAT THAT IS.) Oh, sweet lord, he doesn't know. "Sir, public displays of affection are acts of physical intimacy in the view of others. What is an acceptable display of affection varies with respect to culture and context. Displays of affection in a public place, such as the street, are more likely to be objected to, than similar practices in a private place with only people from a similar cultural background present. Some organizations have rules limiting or prohibiting public displays of affection. Physical affection has been defined as 'any touch intended to arouse feelings of love in the giver and/or the recipient'. Physical intimacy is sensual proximity or touching. It is an act or reaction, such as an expression of feelings, including close friendship, romantic love or sexual attraction, between people. Examples of physical intimacy include being inside someone's personal space, holding hands, hugging, kissing, caressing and sexual activity. It is possible to be physically intimate with someone without actually touching them; however, a certain proximity is necessary. For instance, a sustained eye contact is considered a form of physical intimacy, analogous to touching. When a person enters someone else's personal space for the purpose of being intimate, it is physical intimacy, regardless of the lack of actual physical contact. Most people partake in physical intimacy, which is a natural part of interpersonal relationships and human sexuality, and research has shown it has health benefits. A hug or touch can result in the release of oxytocin, dopamine, and serotonin, and in a reduction in stress hormones. As for the point I'm also trying to make here...Most people value their personal space and feel discomfort, anger or anxiety when somebody encroaches on their personal space without consent. Entering somebody's personal space is normally an indication of familiarity and intimacy. However, in modern society, especially in crowded urban communities, it is at times difficult to maintain personal space, for example, in a crowded train, elevator or street. Many people find the physical proximity within crowded spaces to be psychologically disturbing and uncomfortable, though it is accepted as a fact of modern life. In an impersonal crowded situation, eye contact tends to be avoided. Even in a crowded place, preserving personal space is important. Non-consensual intimate and sexual contact, such as frotteurism and groping are unacceptable. On the other hand, most people occasionally desire physical proximity to others, and will at times welcome a familiar and trusted person into their personal space. When a partner or friend is not available at such a time, some people satisfy this need for human contact in a crowded venue, such as a bar, nightclub, rock concert, street festival, etc. Make sense now?" "❄ 🕈 ✌❄ 👎✋👎 ✡ 🕆 💣 ✌ 👌✡ ❄ ✌❄ ❄ ✋ ✡ 🕆 👍✌ 👎 💣 ✍" (THEN WHAT DID YOU MEAN BY THAT THING YOU CALLED ME?) "What? Martymachlia? It is a paraphilia which involves sexual attraction to having others watch the execution of a sexual act." He gives me a funny look. "🕈 ✡ 👎 ✡ 🕆 ✞ 😐 🕈 🕈 ✌❄ ❄ ✌❄ ✋💧✍" (WHY DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS?) "*sigh* I'm a massive trivia nerd and the dorm room across from mine has a nymphomaniac living in it. He's so damn noisy, but not a bad guy. Anyway, I help the guy out with his studies from time to time and he'll just spout off into random stories. He'll mention something he doesn't know the name of, I'll either know what it is or I'll look it up for him. Long story short, he's learned even more crazy things and which makes me regret so much of my time doing so." "📬📬📬✡ 🕆 ✌✞ ✌ ✞ ✡ 👎👎 ✋ 📪 ✡ 🕆 😐 🕈 ❄ ✌❄✍" (...YOU HAVE A VERY ODD LIFE, YOU KNOW THAT?) "Like you wouldn't believe." " 💣💣💣📬📬📬👌🕆❄ 🏱 ✌🏱💧 ✡ 🕆🕯 ✋ ❄📬 ❄ ✋👎 ✌ 🏱🕆 ✋💧 ✋ ✡ 🕆 ✋ 🏱🕆👌 ✋👍 👎 💧 ✌✞ ✌ 👍 ❄✌✋ 🏱 ✌💧✋ ✋ ❄ ✋❄📬" (HMMM...BUT PERHAPS YOU'RE RIGHT. THE IDEA OF PUNISHING YOU IN PUBLIC DOES HAVE A CERTAIN PLEASING RING TO IT.) "Please no. Just so much no." He smirks. "😐 🕈✋ ❄ ✌❄ ✡ 🕆 ✌ ✌ ✌✋ 💧❄ ❄ ✋💧 ✡ 💣✌😐 💧 ❄ ✋💧 ✞ 👌 ❄❄ 📬 ✋ ✌👍❄📬📬📬 ❄🕯💧 ❄🕆 ❄ ✋💧 ✋ ❄ ✌ 💧💧 📬" (KNOWING THAT YOU ARE AGAINST THIS ONLY MAKES THIS EVEN BETTER. IN FACT...LET'S TURN THIS INTO A LESSON.) "What?" " 💧💧 📬📬📬 ✌🕆 ✋ 💧 💧✋❄✋✞✋❄✡📬" (LESSON ONE...GAUGING SENSITIVITY.) I jump nearly out of my skin when his hand gropes under my skirt and rubs into my panties. I don't really care for the uniforms for this very reason. Girls have to wear skirts, I hate it because of perverts taking up-skirt pics. And when creepy pervert stuff like this happens! "What the hell was that for?!" "😐 🏱 ✡ 🕆 ✞ ✋👍 👎 🕈 📪 ✡ 🕆 📬 👎 ✡ 🕆 🕈✌ ❄ ❄ 💧 ❄ 😐 🕈📬" (KEEP YOUR VOICE DOWN, YOU FOOL. OR DO YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW.) "Know wha-Aaah! *covers mouth*" There is something in my panties! "*chuckles* ✌💧👍✋ ✌❄✋ 📬" (*CHUCKLES* FASCINATING.) I bite my lip and squirm uncomfortably. I don't know what he's done, but like hell I'm going to give into this and satisfy his sick need to 'punish' me. " 💣💣💣📬📬📬✡ 🕆🕯 💧❄ ❄ ✌ ✋ ✋ 💧❄ ❄ 🕆 ❄📬 ❄ ✡✋ ❄ 💧✋💧❄ 💣 📬 ❄ ✋ ❄ ✋ 😐 ✋❄🕯💧 ❄✋💣 ❄ 💣 ✞ ❄ 💧💧 ❄🕈 📬📬📬👌 👎✋ ✡ 💧 👍 ❄✋ ✌💣 🕆 ❄ ❄ 💣🕆💧👍 ❄ 💧✋ 📬 ❄🕯💧 ❄ 💧❄ ❄ ✋ 💧❄ 🏱✌ ❄📬📬📬 🕈📬" (HMMM...YOU'RE STRONGER THAN I FIRST THOUGHT. TRYING TO RESIST ME. THEN I THINK IT'S TIME TO MOVE ONTO LESSON TWO...BODILY SECRETION AMOUNT TO MUSCLE TENSION. LET'S TEST THE FIRST PART...NOW.) No...He can't possibly mean... "*sharp gasp*" Whatever is touching me, it starts wriggling around down there and I'm on the verge of snapping. " ❄ 👌✌👎📬 💧❄✋ ❄ 🕆 🕆👌 ✋👍✌❄✋ 📬 📬📬📬✡ 🕆 💣✋ ❄ 👌 🕈 👎 ✋ 🕈 ✌❄ ✡ 🕆🕯 ✋ ✋ ❄ 🕈📬" (NOT BAD. STILL NOT ENOUGH LUBRICATION. HEH...YOU MIGHT BE WONDERING WHAT YOU'RE FEELING RIGHT NOW.) "N-n-no shhhhit." It is not easy to speak when your face is contorting like you sucked a lemon. "✋❄🕯💧 💣 📬 ✋ ✌💣 🕈 ✌❄🕯💧 ❄ 🕆👍 ✋ ✡ 🕆📬" (IT'S ME. I AM WHAT'S TOUCHING YOU.) All I can do is shoot him a 'the fuck you just say' look and he grins. "✋ ✡ 🕆🕯✞ 🏱✌✋👎 👍 💧 ✌❄❄ ❄✋ ✋ 👍 ✌💧💧📪 ❄ ✡ 🕆 😐 🕈 ✋❄ 👎 💧 🕯❄ ❄✌😐 💣🕆👍 ❄ 💧🕆💣💣 👌 👍❄💧 📪 💧🕆👍 ✋ ❄ ✋💧 👍✌💧 📪 👌 👎✡ 🏱✌ ❄💧📬" (IF YOU'VE PAID CLOSE ATTENTION IN CLASS, THEN YOU KNOW IT DOESN'T TAKE MUCH TO SUMMON OBJECTS OR, SUCH IN THIS CASE, BODY PARTS.) I am glaring daggers at his shit eating grin. "You dirty son of a-aah fuck! Will you stop for a damn second?" "❄ ✌❄🕯💧 ❄ 🕈 ❄ ✋💧 🕈 😐💧📬 ❄ ✞✋👍❄✋💣 👎 💧 ❄ ❄ ❄ 👍 💧 🕈 ❄ ✡ ✌ ❄ 👌 🏱🕆 ✋💧 👎📬 👌 💧✋👎 💧📬📬📬✋ ✋ 👎 ✡ 🕆 ✌👍❄✋ 💧 ✌❄ ✋ ❄ 💧❄✋ 📬" (THAT'S NOT HOW THIS WORKS. THE VICTIM DOES NOT GET TO CHOOSE HOW THEY ARE TO BE PUNISHED. BESIDES...I FIND YOUR REACTIONS RATHER INTERESTING.) "How so?" "✡ 🕆🕯 💧✋💧❄✋ 💣 📬 ✞ 🕈📪 ✋ 👍✌ ✡ 🕆 👍 👍 ✋ 📪 ❄ ✡✋ ❄ 😐 🏱 💣 💣 ✋ ✌ ✡ 🕆 ❄ 📬 ✌ 👎 ✡ ❄📬📬📬✡ 🕆 ✈🕆✋✞ 📬 ✡ 🕆 👎 🕈✌ ❄ ❄ ✋💧📬 ✞ ✋ ✋❄ ✋💧 ❄ 💧💣✌ 💧❄ ✌💣 🕆 ❄ ✋💣✌ ✋ ✌👌 📪 ✡ 🕆 👎 🕈✌ ❄ ❄ ✋💧📬 ✌ ✡ 🕆 ✌✞ ❄ 👎 ✋💧 ✌👎💣✋❄ ❄ ✌❄📪 ✌ 👎 ❄ ✋💧 👌 👍 💣 💧 ✌ 🕈 ❄ ✌💧✋ ✡ 🕆📬" (YOU'RE RESISTING ME. EVEN NOW, I CAN FEEL YOU CLENCHING, TRYING TO KEEP ME FROM GOING ANY FURTHER. AND YET...YOU QUIVER. YOU DO WANT THIS. EVEN IF IT IS THE SMALLEST AMOUNT IMAGINABLE, YOU DO WANT THIS. ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS ADMIT THAT, AND THIS BECOMES A WHOLE LOT EASIER FOR YOU.) Is he for real? Does he really think I'd give in? All I did was snap at him for him being a smart ass and he's trying to magic fuck me. Oh no...No way am I giving him the satisfaction. If he wants more, he has to earn it, and I'm not easy. "Oh, is that how this game goes? Well...Two can play that way." "🕈✌✋❄📪 🕈 ✌❄ 👎 ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✋ 😐 ✡ 🕆🕯 👎 ✋ ✍✏" (WAIT, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!) I grab his jacket's lapel. "Me? Heh...I'm evening the playing field." Yanking him down a bit, I latch my mouth on his exposed neck before giving the bone a nice hard suck and couple that with some licks in between the vertebrae, making him tremble with a stunned gasp. " 🕆👍😐📬📬📬❄ 👎 📬📬📬 *shiver* 🕈 ✌❄ ✌ ✡ 🕆 👎 ✋ ✍" (FFFUCK...THE HELL DOOOOOOH... *SHIVER* WHAT ARE YOU DOING?) "Oh, a little sensitive are you? Very interesting." He shoves me away before catching my wrists in the confusion, then twists me around and locks my now crossed arms around my chest as he has my back against his chest as he growls in my ear. "✡ 🕆 ✌✞ ✌ ❄ ✞ 📪 🕆💣✌ 📬" (YOU HAVE A LOT OF NERVE, HUMAN.) "I can say the same for you." "🕈 ✌❄ 💣✌😐 💧 ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✋ 😐 ✡ 🕆 ✌✞ ❄ ✋ ❄ ❄ ❄ 🕆👍 💣 ✌💧 💧🕆👍 ✍" (WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO TOUCH ME AS SUCH?) "All is fair in love and war, sir. You touch me, I touch you back. And by my calculations, I have yet to touch you enough to even the odds." " ✍ ✌ 👎 🕈 👎 ✡ 🕆 ✋ ❄ 👎 ❄ 👎 💧 🕈 ❄ ✌❄ ✡ 🕆 ✌✞ 👌 👎✋💧✌ 💣 👎 💧 ❄ 💧🏱 ✌😐✍" (OH? AND HOW DO YOU INTEND TO DO SO NOW THAT YOU HAVE BEEN DISARMED SO TO SPEAK?) "Call me cheeky, but I've been told I have very well crafted assets." "📬📬📬🕈 ✌❄ ✋ ❄ ✌💣 💣✌ ✋👍 👎 💧 ❄ ✌❄ 💣 ✌ ✍" (...WHAT IN THE NAME OF MAGIC DOES THAT MEAN?) "This." I still can't believe I'm this stubborn that I'd really do this. I press back more on him and rub my ass into his pelvis. This has him twitching and faltering in his magic, his nigh unbreakable concentration being messed up by a female rubbing on him. Oh, what a show this must be for the sculptures before us. "*hiss* ✡ 🕆 ✋❄❄ 📬📬📬 ✌ 📬📬📬👍 ✌💧 ✡ 🕆 ✋ 👎✋ ✌❄ 👍 ✏" (*HISS* YOU LITTLE...GAHH...CEASE YOUR GRINDING AT ONCE!) "Hmmm...Nah. I don't think so. I want something first." "✌ 👎📬📬📬🕈 ✌❄ 💣✋ ❄ ❄ ✌❄ 👌 ✍" (AND...WHAT MIGHT THAT BE?) "I want you to admit you're more interested in this game than you're letting on." His cheekbones dust with dark shade of red. "✋ 👎 🕯❄ 😐 🕈 🕈 ✌❄ ✡ 🕆🕯 ❄✌ 😐✋ ✌👌 🕆❄📬" (I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT.) "Oh do not lie to yourself, sir. You're resisting this. Even now, I can feel your grip tightening, trying to keep a hold of yourself. And yet...you shiver. You do want this. Even if it is the smallest amount imaginable, you do want this. All you have to do is admit that, and this becomes a whole lot easier for you." He glares at the all too innocent smile on my lips. Paraphrasing his own words for use against him. "✡ 🕆 ❄ ✋ 😐 ✡ 🕆🕯 💧 👍 ✞ 📪 👎 🕯❄ ✡ 🕆✍" (YOU THINK YOU'RE SO CLEVER, DON'T YOU?) "If I weren't, I'd be failing your class, wouldn't I?" "❄ ✌❄🕯💧📬📬📬✌ 👎 🏱 ✋ ❄📬 ✋❄ ❄ ✌ ✡ 💧🕆👍 ❄ ✋ 📬" (THAT'S...A GOOD POINT. BUT NONE THE LESS, I WILL NEVER ADMIT TO ANY SUCH THING.) "Then my good man, I believe we're at a stalemate." "✋ ❄ ✋ 😐 ❄������ ✋ 💧❄✋ ✌✞ ❄ 🕆🏱🏱 ✌ 👎📬" (I THINK NOT. I STILL HAVE THE UPPER HAND.) "You don't have jack sh..." "uh...bro? that you?" Edgy's voice has both of us flinch, but since Fall is much taller than me and his coat is so big, he doesn't know I'm there...yet. "Oh, this'll be good." He harshly squeezes my wrists. "*whisper* ✡ 🕆 💧 🕆❄ ✡ 🕆 💣 🕆❄ 📬 *normal* 🕈 ✌❄ ✋💧 ✋❄ 💧✌ 💧✍" (*WHISPER* YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH. *NORMAL* WHAT IS IT SANS?) "have you seen lynsie? i haven't seen her since we got off the bus." "✌ 👎 🕈 ✋👍 💧❄🕆👎 ❄ 🕈✌💧 ❄ ✌❄ ✌ ✌✋ ✍" (AND WHICH STUDENT WAS THAT AGAIN?) "the human one. the only human in class. the same one who's been in your class for two years now." "✋ ❄ ✌👍 ❄ 💧 ✍" (I TEACH ONE OF THOSE?) "You ass." He lets one of my wrists go to grab my mouth and I grab him back with my free hand. "yes, you teach her. she's been to our house for fuck's sake!" "👎 ❄ ✌✋💧 ✡ 🕆 ✞ ✋👍 ✌❄ 👌 📪 ✋🕯💣 👌🕆💧✡📬" (DO NOT RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME! I HAVEN'T SEEN HER OKAY? SO LEAVE ME BE, I'M BUSY.) "doing what?" "*muffled* Me~." He pinches my nose shut and now I can't breathe. "✋🕯💣 👍 ❄ 💣🏱 ✌❄✋ ✌ 🕈 ✠🏱  ❄ ✌❄✋ 📬 💧 🏱 ✌💣✡ ❄ 🕆 ❄💧📬" (I'M CONTEMPLATING A NEW EXPERIMENT AND NEED ABSOLUTE CONCENTRATION. SO PLEASE, LEAVE ME TO MY THOUGHTS.) "*scoff* fine. just know it's your ass on the line if wingding finds out you lost someone on this trip." " ✋🕯💣 💧🕆 ❄ 🕈✋ 👌 👍 💣🏱 ✌✋ ❄💧📬" (OH I'M SURE THERE WILL BE NO COMPLAINTS.) Edgy walks off and Fall returns his attention to my getting lightheaded form. "💣🕆💧❄ 👌 ✌👍 ✋ ✡ 🕈📬 ✡ 🕆 🕆💧 ✋ 👎 ✌🏱🏱 🏱 ✋✌❄ 🕈✌❄ 📬 🕈 👍✌ ✡ 🕆 ✞ 👎 ✡ 🕆 👌 ✌❄ ✍" (MUST BE REACHING YOUR OXYGEN LIMIT BY NOW. YOUR LUNGS BURNING, NEEDING AIR LIKE FISH IN NEED OF APPROPRIATE WATER. HOW LONG CAN YOU EVEN HOLD YOUR BREATHE FOR?) I hold up three fingers indicating for three minutes and grip my throat as my chest begins heaving rapidly. "🕆📬 🕆💧❄ 👌 ✌ 👎 ✋ 🕆 👎 ❄ ✌❄ 💣 📬📬📬 ✡ 💧✋ ✍" (HEY NOW, DON'T BE SCARED. I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU. JUST BE A GOOD GIRL AND PLAY NICE. CAN YOU DO THAT FOR ME...LYNSIE?) I'd claw his hands away if I had the strength anymore, so I give in, I nod in defeat and he smirks. " 👎 ✋ 📬" (GOOD GIRL.) He finally allows me the air I need and he supports me so I don't double over. "*gasps* Not cool...*coughs* So not cool..." "✋ ✋❄ 💣✌😐 💧 ✡ 🕆 ✌ ✡ 📬📬📬✋ ✌💣 ✡✋ ❄ ✋💧📬" (IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL ANY BETTER...I ADMIT IT...I AM ENJOYING THIS.) "I so *cough* knew it." "🕈 ✋ ✋ ✌✞ 🏱✌ 📪 💧 💣 ❄ ✋ ✌👌 🕆❄ ✡ 🕆 ✌💧👍✋ ✌❄ 💧 💣 📬" (WHILE I HAVE NO PARTICULAR PREFERENCE IN TERMS OF LOOKS OR TYPE, SOMETHING ABOUT YOU FASCINATES ME.) He tilts my head up so that I look at him. "✌💧 ✌ 🕆💣✌ 📪 ✡ 🕆 ✌ ❄ ✋✌ 💧❄📬 ❄ 👌 💧❄ 😐✋ 🕈 💧❄📬" (AS A HUMAN, YOU ARE NOTHING SPECIAL. NOT THE BIGGEST OR THE SMALLEST. NOT BEST LOOKING OR WORST.) "Really hammering my self-esteem into the ground there, sir." "❄ ✌❄📪 ✋❄❄ 📪 ✋💧💣 🕈✌ ❄✋ ❄ 👍 ❄✋ 🕆 💧🕆 🏱 ✋💧✋ ✡ ✌ 🕆💧✋ 📬" (LET ME FINISH. AS A HUMAN, YOU HOLD LITTLE VALUE. BUT I DON'T SEE YOU AS A HUMAN. I SEE A GIRL IN THE SHAPE OF A HUMAN BUT HAS THE SOUL OF A MONSTER. AND THAT, LITTLE ONE, IS WHAT HAS ME WANTING TO CONTINUE THIS GAME OF OURS. THAT, PLUS I FIND YOUR FIGHT AGAINST YOUR HYPER SENSITIVITY AND HIGHLY RESPONSIVE NATURE SURPRISINGLY AROUSING.) The forgotten magic that laid still between my legs begins to pulse with life again. "💧 ✋ ✡ 🕆🕯 ❄ 💣 📬📬📬" (SO IF YOU'LL LET ME...) We share eye contact, his eyes are soft, I've never seen that. I like that look on him. And it's all for me. "Promise me one thing first." "✌ 👎 🕈 ✌❄🕯💧 ❄ ✌❄✍" (AND WHAT'S THAT?) "Please...be gentle. I've...I've never been with someone." He smiles as softly as his eyes. "✋ 🏱 💣✋💧 📬 🕈📬📬📬 🕆💧❄ ✌✠ ✌ 👎🏱🕆👌 ✋👍 ✌ ❄ ✌ 📬" (I PROMISE. NOW...JUST RELAX AND TRY TO KEEP SILENT. REMEMBER, WE ARE IN PUBLIC AFTER ALL.) I blush, having forgotten that fact myself. He takes this as the moment and that magic made member slowly slips it inside me with very little trouble. "Huh." "🕈 ✌❄✍" (WHAT?) "Well, I always heard it was painful during the first time. But I hardly felt anything." "❄ ✌❄🕯💧 👌 👍✌🕆💧 ✋❄🕯💧 ❄ ✌❄ 🕆 💧✋ ✡ ❄📬" (THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S NOT AT FULL SIZE YET.) Skeleton say what now? "What?" "✋  🕈 🕆 👎 👌 ✌ 💣 ❄ 💧✋ 📬 ❄❄ ✋❄ 🕈📬 💧 🕆 👎 ✌✋ ✍" (I PROMISED TO BE GENTLE AND MY TRUE SIZE UPON ENTERING WOULD BE FAR FROM GENTLE. SO WE'LL BE STARTING OFF WITH A MORE ACCOMMODATING SIZE. THEN AS THINGS HEAT UP, I'LL LET IT GROW. SOUND FAIR?) I stare at him and blink in surprise. "That...I...Thank you." "👎 🕯❄ ❄ ✌ 😐 💣 ✡ ❄📬 *purrs* ❄ 💣 ✌ ❄ ✋ 💣✌😐 ✡ 🕆 ❄ 💧 👍🕆 ❞📬" (DON'T THANK ME YET. *PURRS* TELL ME AFTER I MAKE YOUR TOES CURL~.) His hold on me shifts to around my waist, to appear as though it's a hug and something not perverted, even as the member begins to move inside me. It's so strange. We are literally just standing there, not doing a damn thing. Meanwhile, there's a magically created dick in my panties and it's pistoning itself inside me in a slow yet tender rhythm. After a little bit of getting used to it, I find myself leaning back in Fall much to his interest. " 🕈 ✌ ✡ 🕆 ✋ ✍" (HOW ARE YOU FEELING?) "Mmmm...Really nice. And you can feel everything as well?" "*chuckles* ✌❄🕆  👌 ✌💧💧 ✋ ✋ 👎✋👎 🕯❄ ✡ 💣✡💧 ✋ ✌ ❄ ✋💧📬" (*CHUCKLES* NATURALLY. IT WOULD BE RATHER POINTLESS IF I DIDN'T ENJOY MYSELF IN ALL THIS.) "Ooooh...Such a tease. And here I thought it was all about me." "💣💣💣💣💣✋❄✡ 🕆✍ ✋❄🕯💧 ✌ 👍❄✋✞ ❄🕆 ❞📬" (MMMMMM...YOU'RE QUITE NAUGHTY WHEN AROUSED, AREN'T YOU? IT'S AN EFFECTIVE TURN ON~.) With that said I feel him shift inside. The member begins growing in both length and width. And even though this growth is slow, my jaw begins slacking in silent gasps from all the new areas it is touching in its steady pace. This pleases Fall to no end. "❄ ✌❄ 😐 ✡ 🕆 ✌👍 📬 ❄ ✌❄🕯💧 ❄ ✠ ✋ ✋ ❄ ✌ ✋ 👌 ✋ ✈🕆✋ ❄ ✋💧 ✋ ❄ 👌 ✌ 👎 ❄ ✌ ✋ 💧❄ ❄ 🕆 ❄📬" (THAT LOOK ON YOUR FACE. THAT'S THE EXPRESSION OF SOMEONE WHO'S BEGINNING TO REALIZE BEING QUIET IS GOING TO BE HARDER THAN FIRST THOUGHT.) I attempt to make a smart retort but half choke a moan and cover my mouth to keep it down much to his delight. " 📬📬📬💧🕆👍 ✌ 💧 ✌💣 ✌ ✡📬 ✋ ❄ 🕈 ✋🕯👎 ✋😐 ❄ ✋ 💣 ❄ ✌ ❄ ✌ ✡ 🕆📬" (HEH HEH...SUCH A SHAME REALLY. FOR RIGHT NOW I'D LIKE NOTHING MORE THAN TO HEAR YOU.) He leans his mouth into my ear and nibbles. "❄ ✌ ✞ ✡ 🕈 ✋💣🏱 📪 ✞ ✡ 👍 ✡📪 ✞ ✡ 💣 ✌ ✌ 👎 ✌  🕆 👎💧 ✌✞ ❄ 💧 ✋🏱💧📬📬📬 *shudders*" (TO HEAR EVERY WHIMPER, EVERY CRY, EVERY MOAN AND GROAN. TO HEAR SUCH SWEET NEEDY SOUNDS LEAVE THOSE LIPS...*SHUDDERS*) He nips his way down to my neck and the sensations have me squirming. I want to make noise, my instinctual brain demands I verbally respond to him. But I force myself silent, choking any sound back and biting my tongue when need be. Yet despite us both knowing we should remain as quiet, his desires aren't all that keen on my resistance to utter a sound. So when he suddenly bites down on my collarbone, it takes everything I have to make the groan that escapes as low in volume as possible. " 📬📬📬💧🕆👍 ✌ 👎 ✋ 📬 *soft moan* 😐 🏱 ❄ ✋💧 🕆🏱 ✌ 👎 ✋🕯 🕈✌ 👎 ✡ 🕆 ✌❄ ❞📬" (OOOH...SUCH A GOOD GIRL. *SOFT MOAN* KEEP THIS UP AND I'LL REWARD YOU LATER~.) Funny, wasn't this a punishment in the beginning? Screw it! He feels so good. His hands begin roaming along my sides and hips, making me sway into his touch. He can only just withhold how much he loves to see me overcome with desire like this. He moans lowly in my ear every time I clench my muscles around his member, gritting his teeth together as he quietly gasps and whispers shudders against me every time my body responds deliciously to the increasing movements he makes inside me. Every small thrust, every tiny jab he makes within me is met with a powerful response deep in my abdomen. Every inch of my skin feels as if it's lit up like fireworks, the blood running through my veins sizzle across my bones in an intense explosion, flaring within my innards like a blazing inferno. My fingers dig deep into my cheeks to keep distracted, his hands grab a tight hold of my thighs as the pounding quickens, and I stifle the urge to scream as the head of his erection suddenly hits a bundle of nerves deep within me. "✋ 🕈✌ ❄ ✌ ✡ 🕆 👍✌ 🕆❄ ❄ 💣 📪 ✡ 💧✋ 📬📬📬💧 ✋ ✡ 🕆 ✋😐 ❄ ✋💧📬📬📬✋ 🕈✌ ❄ ❄ 😐 🕈 ❄ ✌" (I WANT HEAR YOU CALL OUT TO ME, LYNSIE...SEEING YOU LIKE THIS...I WANT TO KNOW THAT I MADE YOU FEEL THIS WAY...MMMM...THAT FACE YOU'RE MAKING RIGHT NOW...DAMN YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU LOOK RIGHT NOW...) "*muffled* Fall..." " ✏ *hushed* 📬📬📬💧✌✡ 💣🕆 ❄ 🕆 ✋😐 ✋❄ 🕈✌💧 ✡ 🕆 ✞ ✡ ✌💧❄ 👌 ✌❄ 📬" (NO! *HUSHED* NO...SAY MY NAME. I WANT TO HEAR MY NAME ROLL OFF YOUR TONGUE LIKE IT WAS YOUR VERY LAST BREATH.) "*muffled* Gaster..." "✋🕯💣 💧 ✡📬 ✋🕯💣 ❄ 💧🕆 ✋ ✌ 👎✌❄ 💣 ✍" (I'M SORRY. I'M NOT SURE I HEARD THAT. CARE TO REPEAT THAT FOR ME?) "*muffled* Gaster!" " 📪 💣✡ 👎 ✌ 📬 💣 ✞ ✡ 🕆 ✌ 👎💧 📬 ❄ 💣 ✌ ✡ 🕆 ✞ ✋👍 📬" (OH NO, MY DEAR. REMOVE YOUR HANDS AND SPEAK MY NAME. LET ME HEAR YOUR VOICE.) I shake my head and he growls lowly. "✋ 🕈 🕯❄ 💧✌✡ ✋❄ ✌ ✌✋ 📬 *thrust* 💧✌✡📬📬📬*thrust* 💣✡📬📬📬 *thrust* ✌💣 ✏ *thrust*" (I WON'T SAY IT AGAIN. *THRUST* SAY... *THRUST* MY... *THRUST* NAME! *THRUST*) He orders, forcing the member relentlessly into me until the feelings stirring deep within my core feel like they're about to explode. His raw voice is draped with commanding lust as he grips a hold of my waist in his impossibly strong arms. My will has put up a strong fight against my sexual instinct, but I am good at winning battles not wars, so between the delicious feelings of the ways he touches me and the way it all synchronizes with his now harsh thrusts, I can't suppress the needs to call out to him anymore. "Gas...ahhh...G-gaster..." It's not too loud, but just enough to make him happy. "✌📫✌✌ 📬📬📬 🕆👍😐 ✡ 💧📬📬📬✡ 💧📬📬📬 🕆👍😐📬📬📬✋❄🕯💧 💧 👎📬📬📬" (A-AAHHNN...OOOH FUCK YES...YES...OHNN...MMMMM...AHHHN...OOOH H-HELL...AHHHN SOO...HHAHH O-OOH...HHNAHNN...SO AMAZING...I-INSIDE...HHHHAAHHNN...AHHH MNNFF...FUCK...IT'S SO GOOD...) "Gaster...Oooooh, Gaster..." "❄ ✌❄🕯💧 💣✡ ✋ 📬📬📬💣✋ 📬📬📬✌ 💣✋ 📬📬📬💧✌✡ ✋❄✏" (THAT'S MY GIRL...MINE...ALL MINE...SAY IT!) "I'm yours! *shaky gasps* Aaah fuck...Gaster!" "lynsie?" Once more Edgy's voice has us freeze and everything stops as he returns to the exhibit. "Uh...H-hey Edgy." "where were you? i was hoping we could see the magic planetarium before we have to...leave? uh...bro?" "✡📫✡ 💧✍" (Y-YES?) "why are you holding her like that?" Our faces flush in deep blushes and Fall is the first to think of a cover story. " 📬📬📬❄ ✋💧✍ 🕈 📪 ✡ 🕆 💧 📬📬📬🕆 📬📬📬 ✡ 💧✋ 👍✌💣 💧❄✌ ✋ ✋ ❄ ✌ ❄ ✡ 🕆 ❄ ✌💧😐✋ ✌👌 🕆❄ 📬 ✡ ✌ 📬 💧 💧📬" (OH...THIS? WELL, YOU SEE...UH...LYNSIE HERE CAME STAGGERING IN HERE NOT LONG AFTER YOU LEFT ASKING ABOUT HER. YEAH. SHE COMPLAINED ABOUT FEELING ILL AND STOMACH PAIN. SO, RATHER THAN RUIN THE CHANCE TO NOT WASTE TIME TEACHING MORONS, I OFFERED MY ASSISTANCE IN RELIEVING HER SAID PAIN. AND WHAT BETTER WAY TO RELIEVE PAIN THAN TO MASSAGE THE TENSION OUT OF THE MUSCLES.) Edgy looks at us unsure. "really?" Quick brain! Play along! "*sighs* As stupid as that sounds..." " ✡📪 🕆👍😐 ✡ 🕆📬" (HEY, FUCK YOU.) "He's telling the truth." "he is?" Now to seal the deal with the one thing that makes all males instantly want things to end without further information. "I didn't know it, but...I started my time of the month and..." "stop! say no more! as long as you're feeling okay, let's just go." "You sure?" Edgy just grabs my hand and drags me away from Fall. Fall blinks a few time in utter shock that it even worked. But then after a little bit, a tingle in his bones had him realize a certain magic is still in effect. A wicked idea comes to him and I know this because, in the middle of the magic planetarium show, a certain member springs to life. I had to claw my chair and bite my cheek to not let Edgy know what was happening. I'd be less mad about it had Fall just stopped there. But then he did it again on the bus ride back to the school. And then in once more in the classroom before everyone left. Yet that's when I got my revenge and fucked him proper till he couldn't think straight. Come to think of it, that might have been all part of his master plan. Eh...Who can really complain about great sex? I know I'm not and neither is he.

[ecotone99]

[FN] House Freller

House Freller had fallen on hard times. A once foresting society, the people of the lake had come to rely more and more upon the fish and mussels she yielded. Lord Lefmore paced back and forth across the timbers. He gazed across the village they had called home for centuries. The choices to be made were under duress of distant wails. How fitting he thought cynically. A babe being born as he could taste the deaths of his countrymen. Just this morning his uncle had come begging for aid. “Men to fight, or ships to flee!” he had begged – no, he had pleaded. As close to begging as a man of sixty could near. He had been right Lefmore thought as he whisked around and strode into the keep. Even behind the wooden walls the acrid smoke wafted through. Now the villagers could only see the distant haze of Frellersfield settlement. But the image he couldn’t see had been burned into his head. The distant flames had conjured images of Henry Freller desperately parrying the blades of men decades his junior. Freller men had died to take that land. And today Freller men died trying to defend it. His rest was fitful. He could not keep the dreams of his cousins gruesome death. Freddy was a good sword but he would not have left his father, and his father would not have left his post. Onnry never quite matched his brother, or even his father in his elderly state. All he could think of was the faceless wraiths crashing down the doors to the great hall, slaying his people. For Frellersfield was too recent to have had a full palisade. And yet he wondered why. The settlement had no wealth, they grazed cattle. Even for the lake folk -who’s only wealth was that of the lake- they were poor. The attacker had to have come upon them from the north, through the wilds. Yes that was it. Zelcion was to blame. Some way he was at fault. As the bastard of the Iron King, Zelcion had earned a life upon the Wild. His father had granted him an outpost, but it was a riddance nonetheless. Zelcion was long forgotten across the realm but no longer. Either Zelcion had failed to stop a northern party or worse yet he had allowed them. Lefmore could not even bear the thought that this was Zelcion’s intention. Henry had only the days notice of a reddened rider, poaching the distant forest. And even now Lefmore could not act. He burned with anger, with sadness. The Freller name was no more. His wife had only left a stillborn daughter before she too departed. His uncle was gone and cousins both. Only his one aunt remained him. He had last seen Fren a moon ago. Cloaked and hooded she had rode concealed in a shallow fishing boat. He had recognized her by her large figure, the years as a queen in luxury – and don’t forget the children she had whelped, nigh on a dozen. Straight from the capital she had come to warn him the realm would soon be divided, she had wept her children and grandchildren were in danger. She begged him refuge if they would soon need it. He had given her certain promises. But months later there had been no change in the realm, except for his own people. He had seen no reason to expect danger, that was his shortcoming he supposed.

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The next morning he walked through his streets. He hailed the grocer good morning but maintained a pace of determination. He arrived at the pier as the sun slipped from its earthly yoke. The peachy orange slid across the lake. He could now make out the silhouette of a lone boat rocking across the lake as still as stone. They arrived two score minutes later. A mother and a girl of five. Smudged in ash they drifted closer, lead by rope connected to one of the larger lake vessels pulled into dock. Lefmore himself lifted the child from the row boat onto the wooden floor. He helped the mother upon her unsteady feet. “Have you family here?”. The mother croaked with dry lips “Aye. Was more back ‘ere”. Although not intended as such, Lefmore took these words as a blow. He felt the pain and wishing it gone he remained silent as an older gentlemen led her though their streets. As she shuffled away the child’s tree brown eyes peered over the mother’s shoulder and met his. The steely gaze awoke him and he broke eye contact. He turned to his right and told the crew hopping from the vessel to expect an announcement at noon again here at the pier. Lefmore seemingly appeared back in his quarters. He could not remember his walk there being deep in thought. It was noon when he made his decision. Halfway through the streets he was still collecting his thoughts. He attempted to plan his speech but words never had come naturally. He hoped they would forgive him. He raised himself upon a crate and addressed his people. He felt his words melt in his mouth. “We grieve together”. Louder. More confident. “We have all lost kin. Mine own uncle, you know was castellan of Frellersfield”. Okay. Future. “Frellersfield was founded to broaden our horizons. To make a better future and spread our people.” How can I make them believe? “Here we are not safe. Just yesterday my cousins woke from their beds. They looked to a new day. How could they know it was their last? We must go elsewhere”. Having arrived at the moment of truth, he had no idea where to go. “We now see the North belongs to the wild, we must forge a different path.” He couldn’t return to the capital. He couldn’t face Fren. The shame. The sorrow. He could go south where his Aunt Kelly made her last days in Karlon’s Keep. The Hetford’s would never welcome them. But if they went by river they could seek refuge with the Northern Jerril’s. “I march south to join with Karlon and beg his hospitality. I would like a volunteer to lead others to Jerrilshom”. “Aye”, responded the older gentleman who helped the mother earlier that day. He still stood beside her, the child in his weathered hands. “I leave in a fortnight for Karlon’s Keep, I will take any with horse, and I beg the rest of you go to the Jerril’s by water and seek a new home, they are an honest folk” He said remembering his own grandmother had been a Jerril, not that he ever met her. “May the rivers guide you to good fortune”.

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Lefmore closed his door for the last time. He had no reason to bring luxury with him to the harsh life that likely awaited the lake folk. The meager belongings he decided to bring included the family banner of fallen tree beside the lake. Even though he would be a lord no more, he could not bear to leave it to whomever took his home first. He ultimately knew that the majority would stay in Frellersford. It was all they had known and would ever know. The brave and desperate would follow the river. The loyal, or perhaps the scared would follow him south. As they crossed the ford and slopped through the muddy sand that made the southern bank, Lefmore wished he held the family sword. Although only passable at combat, his father had bestowed the sword upon his brother, and upon his own ascendance he continued the decision and lent the sword to his uncle. He now imagined his uncle carrying the sword one last time into the enemy, perhaps the obsidian tree hilt would have survived the fires. Lefmore mounted his horse. And his company of three score rode for Karlon’s hold. He turned and gazed upon the wooden homes for one last time, the timber piers. The gleaming lake seemed wavy. He wiped the tear from his eyes as he spurred his horse onward. The smell of pine coming stronger as the weak smoke lingered in the ever farther streets of that village.

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[survivorkvaloya]

Episode #5: “I Didn't Come Back To Be A Stupid @$$” - Andreas

Not quite sure what to make of this tribe of 5 but I find in this one theirs no where to hide because I can almost guarantee Jackson is going to be a middle man between Danielle and I, and everyone knows that in this tribe I would be the one they send home. But luckily for me, I have Gage and Christine's students on my tribe so If I send them home it weakens them come merge, but following the murder of 3 returnees early on I can NOT have a repeat of Easter Island, so I need to get over my phobia of returnees. 

MKAY COOL I COULDN"T HAVE ASKED FOR A BETTER SCENARIO IT'S LITERALLY 4 V 1 IS THIS HOW SANDRA AND VARNER FELT

~*~Tales From Reflection Island~*~ Hi. I'm pissed. I was so excited to finally win my first tribal immunity and FINALLY not have to worry about being voted out, but that was short lived. Brett, my flop ass mentor, was voted out on the other tribe almost unanimously. What the HECK. So my gay ass is shipped off to reflection island where I have to "reflect on what went wrong" or whatever. But it ain't my fault Brett is a flop! He was the mentor. He was supposed to know not to get voted out. AND THEN we have a tribe swap.... While I'm on reflection. You know what happened to the last person on reflection island during a tribe swap? They were voted out unanimously the same round they returned (rip Connor). So when I come back I'm gonna have some serious work to do. Going onto a tribe of 5 is scary in itself, not being there when the tribe is formed is even worse. the ONLY saving grace in this whole situation is the reflection ritual or whatever the heck its call. Bc I'm always doing #that and I PICKED AN URN WITH AN IDOL PIECE IN IT WOOOO. Now I have 2/3 pieces! This makes it so much easier to get that last piece and make an idol. And that could save my ass in this tricky situation. My plan once I come back is to victimize myself, talk to everyone, be so devastated by the loss of my mentor, act paranoid, and find that last piece. Wish me luck!

Im actually really frustrated right now, we could have easily won immunity but Lauren messed up very basic instructions and just completely fucked us over. Now we have to go to tribal. Lol 4th tribal out of 5 ugh. So anyways this tribal should be easy however we know how this game goes, the easy vote never happens. But none the less this allows me a valid reason to take Christine's student out which would have completely destroyed all her numbers which means shes 1 which isnt a huge threat. Im just worried about idols ,and tribal on my 200th day is ANNOYING. Anyways i need to go calm down phew. Old Andreas is coming out lmao 

So jackson and I had a plan to throw the torch pass challenge and use lauren to get out andreas. funniest part: we didn't even have to throw because lauren posted at the wrong time and fucked it all up! I'm trying to make everyone hate her now so she feels like she has to vote with us. jackson was hesitant at first about voting andreas but he's warmed up to it. I hope he stays with the decision. I really think him and I can fight our way through this game. 

i got my 2nd idol piece from fucking hell of looking through numbers! van who??

So I think I already did a confessional but oh well. This tribe swap isn't looking good for me. I ended up not getting the idol piece because Chelsea already got it so that was super annoying. BUUUUT. I got reward this time and Ryan ended up getting his 2nd idol piece from it. I'm happy bc that means we have 2/3 in our posession and I think that he's 100% loyal to me. He's said over and over that this is our idol and I truly believe that. We've been friends for so long that I doubt that he would be using an idol that we both found against me in any way. I'm trying to talk to everyone every day but it's hard when it's one world. I hate it so much fuck fkjdsn. Andreas is kinda annoying and very pushy when it comes to this game. He created an alliance with Jackson and I, which I don't think I'll stick too, to try and talk about the vote. From what I can tell at this point, the vote is going to be Andreas anyway. Although Lauren fucked up in the challenge, people are wanting to keep her around for a throwaway vote if we lost next time (which we are going to if we're going to be keeping the weak players anyway). I'm starting to get annoyed with not being in power. Chelsea is running around only talking game yet telling me that other people will inform me with the plan... I- There is no way that I'm gonna be able to get her out and if god forbid we went to tribal again, it would be Lauren. I'm thinking of teaming up with Lauren to vote out Chelsea if it came down to it, I don't know if that would be the right move but right now, I feel like she's running the game and I want to be the one that takes her off of the high horse that she's sitting on. 

Hi I'm Jackson and this is my third confessional, just in time for the third generation of tribes. Ever since the swap, I've kind of had a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not because I was put on a tribe with people I can't work with - in fact, I've had good interactions with everyone on my new tribe in the past, and best of all, I'm reunited with my closest ally Chelsea. Instead, the feelings of dread come from the fact that a lot of power was given to the two of us to start making moves of our own, and it's scary to no longer be floating in the background, hiding behind our mentors. Still, Chelsea and I both feel like we can't shy away from the opportunity we've been given. So, we planned to throw the immunity challenge. I had two objectives in mind for this. The first was to allow Colin to join our tribe after his return from exile, as he's someone I really trust and I couldn't guarantee his safety if he went to another tribe. The second was to vote out Andreas, who I see as one of the smartest and most well connected players in the game. We were going to have Chelsea pretend her internet went out, which I'm honestly not 100% sure would've worked without attracting suspicion. But then Lauren decided to do what I think she does best: go inactive without explanation. Since she queued her post for the wrong time, our torch lighting was out of order from the get go, and we had no chance of winning unless Lauren came online at just the right time (which she didn't). So yeah, we lost, and I guess me and Chelsea got our way. Right off the bat Lauren was scrambling. She came to me and Chelsea for help, asking us to stay united as original Ersfjorden members, which normally I'd roll my eyes at because she's suspicious af to me but was happy to hear in this specific moment. With me, Chelsea, and Lauren, we have three, and can vote out Andreas like we planned (or, at least, like Chelsea pushed really hard to and I agreed only after talking to my mentor because I'm a weenie). Andreas was acting pretty jumpy too. I think he really doesn't want to get voted out on his 200th day of tumblr survivor, and yeah, I get that and I'm gonna feel real bad casting my vote. He really helped me get my footing on Ersfjorden 2, and we could've had a nice working relationship even though he probably would beat me at the end. Anyway, he came to me pushing hard to get Lauren voted out to keep the tribe strong, and I told him I was definitely on board. His worry was not that Danielle would flip on us (more on that later) but that Lauren would somehow make an idol with Chelsea, who I can tell he doesn't totally trust. Joke's on him - Colin has the idol piece that everyone thinks Lauren has, but I'm not gonna tell anyone. I tried to reassure him that Chelsea's on our side too, and I'm hoping his guard is down. Danielle is the wild card. Even though we could vote out Andreas without her (assuming Lauren isn't the fucking mastermind of the millennium), I wanted her to be in on this vote because I think she will stick with me postmerge. Ryan likes her, and I don't want to go against him (yet). So I told Danielle that Lauren was pushing for Andreas, and she seemed tentatively supportive of the idea to vote him out now with Lauren being the next to go if we lose again. She also sent me her reward, which was a clue to an idol piece hidden somewhere on the blog. Long story short, the URL involves a five digit code starting with a 7 and including no repeating digits. It's basically impossible to determine the URL from that (unless i've already gotten it right but someone got their first and the page was deleted?) without more info, and I don't think the hosts would give such a difficult riddle. So yeah I think she didn't send me the entire clue (she withheld some of the digit hints), which kind of annoys me because she's trying to gain my loyalty by supplying intel but she doesn't trust me enough to let me have a chance at finding it myself. Also I shared literally all the details about JD and Liam's shitty alliance on Ersfjorden2 that locked out her and her student, so I feel like I'm giving out more than I'm getting back. But anyway, though she says she's on board for the Andreas vote (making it 4-1 against him), I worry that she's concerned about my relationship with Chelsea. I also worry that she's closer to Andreas than she claimed (and than Ryan thought), and that she might have ratted me out to him. While it doesn't seem like there's a lot he could do if he did know we were targeting him, there's a slim chance he could try to pull Lauren over. In that case, it'd be either me or Chelsea going, and considering how many more limbs I've gone out on than usual this week, I'm not feeling super safe. So yeah, that's about it, so unless something changes in the hours before the vote tomorrow, this is it. I'll be voting for Andreas and hoping I didn't get duped.

Looks like everything is still good to go with the Andreas vote. Sorry bud! The ship has sailed ~ 

Whelp, operation save Brett was a flop and I'm sad. But on the bright side I'm in love with this swap! It's nice to be reunited with Ryan and I'm glad QuilLynn is still with me. JD also seems really nice and then I haven't really talked to Nicholas yet. I'm glad we were able to win immunity but I'm kinda worried for Lauren. I feel like Jackson and Chelsea will help her but we'll see.

Going into tribal its been really quiet and that's been scaring me. No one is really talking to me besides Jackson but I could just be acting like a crazy person but who freaking knows. Hopefully this tribe votes out Lauren but maybe tonight, as my 200th night in TS will be my final.  I hope not though, I don't wanna be a pre-merge flop. 

Omg so the whole point of last vote was to get rid of Brett bc he is a bigger threat then jack and he would be more likely to be able to convince Lauren and Christine to flip. And of course we don't tell jack about the vote bc he really wanted Chelsea, but then of course he fucking ends up on my swapped tribe. I'm really happy I'm with Gage again bc he's definitely someone I trust and he's really nice, I'm also kinda glad to see lily And I'm hoping we can continue to work together. Jack ahhh I didn't tell him about the last vote so I don't think he trusts me anymore but he's nice. So that leaves Liam as the only person I hadn't met yet, I exchanged like 2 words with him and then he tells Ryan that he's talked to me the most? Like how is 2 lines a lot of conversation?? I mean I feel bad for him being super busy with 2 jobs and everything but he doesn't talk to me a lot and when we actually do talk it's always at 3 in the morning. So anyway last night Liam goes up to me and says hey I have an idea for if we ever have to go to tribal council, and he was talking about how me him and jack should work together and I agreed to it of course bc you should never really say no to alliances bc that's sketchy. I also found out that it was Liam and JD who created the majority alliance, like this boy seems kinda power hungry tbh. Anyway Kalfjorden looses immunity which is fine but I just hope it's not Chelsea, Andreas or Danielle. And then apparently Lauren has been super inactive and messed up on the challenge so it would make sense to vote her out and everyone seemed on board or whatever. But then in the all girls alliance, that I like the idea of but don't really feel comfortable with half the people in it, lily talks about how we gotta save Lauren. And at first I'm like wtf Lauren is cute and all but she's not the most active and I don't care about her that much. And Lily says that all the newbies are on board to vote together to vote out FUCKING ANDREAS. Like wtf I love Andreas?? And he's trying at this game unlike Lauren. And also lily goes oh yeah it'll be nice to vote out Andreas so that we can keep up student numbers like??? I'm a mentor??? I'm of course willing to work with students but not when they say they would like to vote out all the mentors lmao. I would tell Andreas but I won't bc I need to keep up my trust with lily especially since we're on a 5 person tribe where there's no room to hide. Anyway I could see if I could possibly talk to Jackson who I don't know well if he'd be willing to vote Lauren, ahh idk what I'm gonna do I hate this. 

Im actually very concerned I may be going home tonight and part of me is thinking that perhaps i should throw my vote at Chelsea incase an idol is played. I don't see Christine letting Lauren go without a fight and I would be a great person in her eyes to take out pre-merge. Heading into this vote im super concerned, probably more then i've been in a while which is super scary. I didn't come back to be a stupid ass but its so freaking quiet, and I don't see Lauren going without a fight.