#….WORDS HARD CREATURE NEAT I DUNNO MAN

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Obsessed with him

[a-collection-of-villainous-aus]

Coffee Shop au part four

(Segment one of three)

If I forget to tag something important please tell me.

(Present day)

(Small warning Acylius does use those he tortures for food for other demons and non mortal creatures to consume so if you have a problem with that then um just keep scrolling I guess ^^; )

What was this…that strange feeling of disappointment at seeing Black Hats chair being vacant; after all he’d only been there twice so it was not as if he was a regular customer, especially as they’d only been open for two days.

Why should the old demon stay until closing time anyway, just because he did it on the first day didn’t mean he’d do it again today, he had no reason to stay…Black Hat had been rather forward though, kissing him like that, not that he was complaining but , he wasn’t one to just play around and be used.

Friends with benefits was one thing, at least you knew where you both stood, and yet still, why did it feel so familiar, an old dream perhaps, after all who didn’t at least have one wet dream about the great Black Hat doing sordid things to your body right.

Especially with tentacles, while wearing priest robes.

Yes he had his kinks, but damn you if you tried to shame him for them.

He huffed, shoulders going slump, no this was ridiculous , feeling sad just because that idiot of a Gremlin just upped and left without so much as a good bye, Hat didn’t owe him anything and he didn’t owe Hat anything either.

Clearly he was crazy, he had finally fucking lost it, thinking of The Great Lord Black Hat owing him a good bye and a kiss on the cheek as if they were lovers, he’d just met the bastard.

No he needed to either relax or worry if the destroyer of worlds was going to ruin his café that’d he’d always wanted with his mischievous downright evil antics.

Acylius was currently grinding up their latest victim, a man who’d been abusing Nicodemus’s workers (don’t worry if you don’t know who that is I won’t be bringing him into this unless I need him for like filler scenes)

Body parts in neat piles on the counter top, ‘pork’ pies were on the menu tomorrow, this was Black Hat’s island so even the people knew some places the menu would cater to demons so if they saw the chalk was in red they knew it was demon cuisine, though of course there was always the daring person who’d ask for it anyway in which a waiver definitely had to be signed.

Hey, wasn’t going to be Acylius’s problem if they decided to off themselves on food that probably wasn’t for human consumption.

This particular man had been a pig and he was serving sow next week.

Vile beings needed to meet a vile end.

This was going to be a long night, he could manage though, at best he could manage on two nights of sleep during the week.

Currently the head of the meat sack was animated and still alive, the man was so far gone he’d reached that point of acceptance that this was happening and nothing could be done, so seeing his body being prepped for pastries and such was more amusing than anything.

“I’m a Legion demon Jake, that’s your name right?”

“Yeah.”

“So, anyway as I was saying I’m a Legion demon in this day and age that means nothing to most unless you are perhaps ancient or still follow the old ways, I have nothing to offer thee Great Lord Black Hat.”

Jake watched as the demon deboned, removed a hand and of his shaved one of his arms before washing it down to make sure all the hair was gone before slapping it into the mince meat maker.

“Last I heard your kind was like some kinda lucky charm right dude?”

“Yes, but he does not need that from me, if we did anything he would be interested in me for all of five minutes and bail, he is all shadows and darkness, I will literally spend weekends in my boxers eating cheese puffs if the week has been hard enough, hardly a turn on for someone like Black Hat.”

Acylius snapped while working on another piece.

“I dunno, some beings like to see their partners being able to feel that chill around them, but hey that’s just my jam you know, anyway stop whining, this guy is old as shit right, you don’t know, your Legion demon shit might actually put a huge boner in his pants.”

Jake taunted, smirking as he watched his killer bristle up, oooo hooo sensitive much.

You know those scenes in anime’s where the other character suddenly gets really tall, shadows where their eyes should be and their hair seems to just be blowing in the wind and there’s that broken glass sound sometimes.

That’s Acylius’s reaction as his mouth turns into a ground out grin that’s splitting wider and wider along where the scars are, ironically that injury is the reason he can smile this wide now when the demon in him starts to show.

Jake was going to die, he was already he dead he knew it so why not torment him just a little more and get it over with

“Awww no I know what it is baby demon, you want a daddy you can suckle on and-

Acylius brought the meat tenderiser down on Jake’s head repeatedly until there was only pulp left, brain matter and blood were splattered across his apron with a few deep scarlet streaks going across his cheek, how brightly the red stood out against the snow white skin.

He was staring at the mess he’d made, panting softly, pupils thin and biting his lip, alright maybe he’d enjoyed that a little too much, he frowned though when he saw the pies had been covered to, well perhaps they would still be salvageable.

Scraping the remains of the head into the bin marked biohazard he pulled the bag out and set it down getting rid of other pieces he no longer required, tomorrow non human waste disposal would be picking up the remains anyway.

Demencia had caught the show and was leaning on the door.

“Looks like you got a little too into that Lulu, sure you don’t want to tenderise me on the surface.”

(NOTE, Acylius’s nick name Lulu was made last year in November 2019 because my friend had trouble pronouncing his name, so I tried to think of a name that he’d only let close friends and loved ones call him and that’s where that comes from, not Helluva boss, just thought I’d point that out as there’s a Lulu world and Loo Loo land)

“Not now Demencia, I’m not in the mood for your jokes.”

Acylius ran his fingers through his hair, regretting it once he remembered oh yeah covered in blood; a shower would definitely be needed before bed.

“Ah I see, so the head got sassy huh?”

Flug, because yes reminder Acylius is Doctor Flug, paused at the backdoor and pouted

“Might have, he also said some very offensive words that I did not appreciate.”

Demmy folded her arms, shaking her head and smiling

“Well you showed that head who’s boss, now hurry up binch I want my cookies and hot chocolate, it’s late.”

Flug lovingly gave her the finger as he walked out the door while telling her she had two hands she could do it herself.

The back alley was dimly lit, not that he couldn’t see or choose to focus his vision to see clearer but sometimes it was nice just to appreciate light that softly glowed and curled around corners to take in the world in all different ways and settings…oh he missed rain, there hadn’t been any in nearly two months now, he missed how things glowed, street lamps became brighter and car lights so red and vibrant against the grey trailing along winding roads of shimmering black.

Perhaps it would soon when the snow had melted, he’d go for a long drive and listen to the rain hitting the roof of his car, patting against the windows, listening to the quiet tick, tick, tick of the vehicle when he switched on the indicator.

Yeah just drive out the middle of nowhere, strip down and run in the rain or just let it soak into his clothes as his breath streamed out in wispy clouds…

Ears twitching he heard a late party of drunks making their way home, he watched them pass by, they were completely unaware of him, if he were perhaps a rabid sort of demon they would be easy pickings, but that was not his game, at least not tonight, there was no scent that told him a wrong doing had been done, just a group of friends heading home for bed.

Snow had fallen in the tracks left by the bustling day life of the people around here and now in the silence he wondered was he lonely, Demencia’s offers had sometimes had been all too tempting simply out of need for comfort and to be close to someone, sometimes it seemed she needed it just as much as he did when they’d just lean on each other and complain about their day.

Looking up he found someone watching him from the shadows, well more saw a pair of eyes, completely yellow, no white to be seen, oranges and reds, as if he were looking at the sun, shivering as a breeze rolled through he pulled down his sleeves, goose bumps rising, a tingling down his spine, just the little things that reminded him he was alive, he was not afraid of what lingered in the shadows, there was no sense of danger.

Perhaps they were a Legion fan , someone caught off guard by his appearance, after all Flug knew his scars could be quiet unsettling to some people…though come to think of it he did sense an air of fear about this being, still they were wide and unmoving.

Really the sensible thing to do would be to just go inside and ignore this creature, yet something kept him there a longing to talk to it, placing the garbage into the bins he smiled just a little

“You know stranger, you remind me of someone…someone I feel like I should know.”

Acylius’s ears lay flat as he heard them softly whimper, it sounded so sad.

“I am sorry, I was not being offensive I assure you, this person I speak of was very kind, at least he was in the dream, I dreamt when I was little , funnily enough a night like this, Mother had locked me out…”

He held one hand in the other looking at them, fingers curling around his thumb

“My fingers were so cold and red I could barely feel them, or the rest of myself to be honest…heh you probably do not want to hear the tired ramblings of an out of date demon.”

“No, please continue.”

There was silence again, that whispered voice, it comforted him, made him feel at ease, this indeed truly was a strange day.

“Mother had locked me out, I didn’t cry or beg her to let me back in, I knew she would not open the door, so I laid down cheek to the snow, despite being almost numb my face burned, my face…”

Tracing along his scars as he recalled the moment could not help but wince

“I had to be careful still they had barely healed by that point, but I remember how good the cold felt on them, red and angry they seemed to only be satisfied when pressed to the freezing earth, I knew that night or at least believed I was going to die and…I was alright with that until I saw a pair of eyes just like yours.”

Acylius took a step forward only stopping when he saw this being step back

“They were gold, I thought they were so beautiful , I thought maybe the angels we were told about were not so bad if they could come for something like me, his claws hands reached down for me but I didn’t see his face, all I heard was that I was coming home with him and his name…his name was…”

Acylius held his head in his hands, scrubbing them down his face

“His name was Cruentus.”

When he looked back at where the eyes had been there was only darkness, the demon in the dark had disappeared so quickly he wondered for a moment if they’d even been there.

No, nope, nope, that dream was not real, that being was not Cruentus, it was all coincidence and he was just exhausted, yes that was it, perhaps he should sleep tonight, or maybe he’d snacked on too much of Jake while he was working, or had too many sugary treats either way, it was pies in the fridge and off to bed.

Opening the back door he locked it behind him, ignoring the fact Demencia was chomping on one of the pies, after all she knew what was in them if she wanted to eat it that was up to her, his mind was elsewhere.

“Mmmm you tenderized this one good, Legs, nice and juicy.”

Usually her friend would react to that name, at least grunt or gently nudge her and tell her not to call him that, something was clearly bothering Acylius.

“Legs?”

Demencia asked gently, placing a hand on his shoulder, only for him to turn and pick her up by the front of her shirt, snarling as he did so

“Do not call me that name!”

Looking down at him, Demencia could really see something wasn’t right here, was he remembering something to do with that name, like it had always annoyed him, but that glare, the disheveled hair and fangs all bared …honestly in another situation he would be hot as fuck…alright she was already thinking he looked hot as fuck but this was not the time or place.

Touching Acylius’s face lightly, she watched as his ears flicked, his breathing was ragged, his eyes returning from being solid blue to having pupils and irises again, her hands were warm and comforting and he found himself leaning into them, lips pressed against her palm…she was there to ground him in his bad moments and he could never thank his friend enough for that.

“You mind setting me down you tree.”

Demencia laughed softly.

He carefully set her back down and pulled her in for a hug

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I would never hurt you, never.”

Nuzzling against his chest and wrapping her arms around him, patting his back

“Hey, hey now, none of that you dumb tree, I know you have gaps in your memory, did you remember why do you don’t like that name?”

“Hate, I don’t just dislike that name, I hate it…all I can hear is someone called Vincent and they make me curl up and die, I have no face only a voice, if I ever heard it…I would know…”

Flug was quiet, taking in just how small she was against him, reminding him how small most were against him like this, his talons formed, slowly stroking her hair, playing with the fuchsia overlay, down to her neck where it faded to lime green, such an interesting choice of colours to wear in ones hair.

“You already know I just appeared back into existence, as if the world itself birthed me, I was somewhere forgotten…and seeing Black Hat today, I think…no it is a stupid notion to think he could see me as anything.”

He kissed the top of her head, thankful that she had not let go, Demencia was the one being who never seemed to be afraid of him, who he knew he could trust and rely on in these moments where memories were trying to break through the surface and suffocated when they could not make it.

“I am a Legion demon, no more than a trinket in the end, I am a nothing in his world and I am okay with that, I have a nice peaceful life and a coffee shop just like I always wanted…”

He sat with her on the counter, as she sat on one of his thighs

“This is just a hug, you don’t need more right?”

Demmy enquired, slightly hopeful because who didn’t want to climb him, honestly, he was an idiot for not seeing he didn’t need to be some grand demon to be wonderful.

“Yes, just a hug…I wish I could say I grew up in a loving home with Christmases like in the movies, that I could tell you my life’s story, talk about a time I scraped my knee when I was small and had a mother who put cute cat plasters on me just because I like cats.”

She listened and let him stroke her hair, it’d always calmed him to pet soft things, so perhaps she might use shampoos that were just a little pricier than she’d usually buy simply to make sure her hair was soft for these broken moments no one else saw.

Even though he was not sobbing, made no notion he was crying, the damp warmth on her shoulder told her otherwise.

“I want to tell you the times my Father took me for ice cream, my first kiss with the person I fell in love with, something…anything, but there’s nothing there.”

She listened attentively until he had nothing left to say, carefully taking his hand from her scalp; Demencia held his face and looked at him

“Damn Sillyus, they really did send you back with nothing more than a leaflet.”

“I suppose, but I have so much to thank you for, when you found me on that street, I only remembered enough to get by, to survive, but you helped me to settle into this time and be a part of the modern world.”

Acylius kissed her forehead before pressing his to hers, eyes closed as he whispered

“I’m so tired of being lost, of being unsure of what I am, who I am, I just want to bake, make coffee and kill people in my basement, I think fortune smiled on me for a moment when you found me, I think I might just give you the world if you asked.”

“Awww come on dude, sounds like a love confession here, I have bills to pay off and knew there was a darker side in me, you’re the Sweeny to my Lovett.”

She teased fondly, lightly smacking the back of his head, smiling as he managed a laugh

“I guess I could agree platonically with that.”

“But honestly Slender Man, babe if you wanted to plant your tentacles and leave your seed in me I wouldn’t say no.”

Acylius rolled his eyes and shook his head, using a tea towel to wipe his face

“Honestly woman you are bloody hopeless.”

“Yeah but you love me all the more for it.”

She grinned punching him playfully on the shoulder

“Perhaps I do, but I am not as hot as you like to say I am, I hide my face, I hate when people look at my scars and pity me.”

Demmy raised a brow and climbed off of his leg, flicking his forehead

“I know you like to hide your face behind glamour and tricks but you’re beautiful even if you don’t see it dumbass, I’m starting to wonder what the fuck happened outside that had you coming back in as if someone stole your last apple crown and there’ll never be another one again on the face of the planet.”

She put the kettle on and took out the upside down pineapple cake; this was definitely a cake and tea situation

“First of all, do not say such blasphemous things, life would not be worth living without apple crowns, second of all…I think, I know I said there’s nothing there but I think I might have had a memory about my childhood involving Cruentus.”

Demencia nearly dropped the mug she was holding, setting it down she turned to face him

“Holy fucking shit, you mean thee fucking Cruentus, Hellhound butler, Hell Knight, works for the brooding clearly wants you to nail his ass Black Hat, that Cruentus…ahh I hear he has eyes like the fucking sun.”

Acylius gave her a deadpan look, hands on hips as he stood, looming over her, trying to look seriously only for it to falter

“You Demmy are just horny on main.”

“So what if I am? Gonna call me a slut like my last partner?”

She swatted away his playfully prodding hand.

“No, I never understood why it’s perfectly fine for men to have as many partners as they wish but seen as something terrible when a woman just wants to enjoy her life the same way, society is mad…also no more jokes on Black Hat you wicked beastie.”

Demencia would be lying if she didn’t admit his ability to shift from one mood to the other sometimes made her head spin, but it was clear he’d needed that moment to talk, shrugging she turned back to the kettle

“Alright, alright I’ll behave at least for now, I mean it’s clear the big bad doesn’t want you, how could he possibly want you…even though anyone with eyes could see he kept checking you out and every single coffee you brought him in hopes your stupid number was on it somewhere.”

Demencia couldn’t help but stifle a giggle at his sounds of huffing and frustration and heard him sit at the table, she did know there was stories, legends really by this point of Cruentus having a son, but you literally had to pour through footnotes and any books that might have had more information had been removed from shelves and privatized under the order of Black Hat himself.

End of segment one

(I'll try and type up segment two tomorrow)

[ilcuoreardendo-fic]

The Dark of the Forest

Dunno. I started this last October with the intention to post and....that never happened.

So I just finished it and here it is. More a slice of life/beginning of something (that I currently have absolutely no plans to continue, in any way.) _________________________________

Obi-Wan cursed under his breath as he tripped over the third tree root in as many steps. His vision blurred and he blinked hard in a desperate attempt to clear it. He'd hit his head in the crash and was likely suffering a concussion. And, after stumbling through the forest for the last hour, calling for Anakin (who never answered, which meant he was out of ear shot…or incapable) he could feel his strength waning.

He pulled his robe tighter around him; it did little to keep out the bone-deep chill of the coming twilight as it settled over the forest.

Reaching out again, he looked for some glimmer of Anakin's Force signature. Again, he encountered no Anakin. And nothing else.

Forests were epicenters of the Living Force and this one was muted. If he hadn't seen the living trees and shrubs, the animals bedding down for the night, he'd have called it dead.

And if it wasn’t the forest that was without the Force, then it was him. Something was muting his connection.  Perhaps his injury. But Obi-Wan had suffered similar injuries before with no blocking of his ability.

He paused as another wave of fatigue and dizziness washed over him. (Perhaps the head injury was to blame. But there was no use dwelling on it.) He needed to find shelter. Help. Some way to relay a message to Coruscant.

A fragment of light caught his eye and he paused, tilting his head to look through the spindly curved bodies of tree trunks. The light stayed steady. He walked toward it, found a cottage made of stone rising up out of the forest clearing. Craggy and aged, light shone between the slats of shutters that were pulled tight against the coming night. Beyond them would be a warm room and perhaps food, an ally, a subspace comm.

Obi-Wan knocked on the door. There was no answer, but the handle turned easily and the door swung open. Beyond it was a simple sitting room, doused in orange and red shadows from the fire in the hearth. There was a low couch and, in front of it, a table set with a platter of bread and fruits and two empty bowls no doubt meant to hold the contents of the pot that was bubbling in front of the fireplace.

Even as his vision blurred again, Obi-Wan scoffed softly at the convenience, remembering some old tale he’d heard in the crèche about a girl and an enchanted palace where all her needs were seen to by invisible servants.

But this was no storybook and he was no fair maiden. Obi-Wan needed food and rest if he was to heal himself enough to seek help, to continue his search for Anakin.

So he went inside, closing the door behind him, knelt at the little table and helped himself to the stew, the bread, the sweet fruits.

It wasn’t long before a full belly and the heat of the fire made Obi-Wan’s exhaustion more pronounced. He straightened in his seated position, breathed deep, reached out, looking for that ever shifting wave of energy, hoping to harness it to heal and shore himself up.

He felt it. Had it in his grasp.

And it slipped away, slick as a fleek eel.

At the same moment, the door latch clicked and the air in the room cooled. Obi-Wan opened his eyes to a tall, robed figure entering the cottage. He remained seated, tried to look as non-threatening as possible, while he rested his hand close to his lightsaber. If the figure meant him no ill-will, it would go far in preserving the peace. And if it did, he would have the element of surprise. 

The figure removed its cloak.

Obi-Wan stopped breathing.

His hair was longer, his skin paler, and there were a few more lines around his mouth and eyes. He had trimmed his once neat beard into a fine goatee, but the mouth was the same and so was the crooked smile, though it didn’t seem to reach his eyes. Eyes that were cast in shadow by the room but glittered in the firelight, flat and silver.

“Qui-Gon.” Obi-Wan was barely aware he’d spoken or that he’d stood. 

“Obi-Wan. I felt you as soon as you made planet fall. I must have just missed you.”

“How?” 

“Some things, even death cannot destroy. Our bond is one of them.”

Obi-Wan bit back a frown. He still felt nothing. Even with Qui-Gon there, in front of him, close enough to touch.

“And the rest,” Qui-Gon said knowingly, “is a much longer story.”

“I would hear it,” Obi-Wan said, but his belly was tight and his nerves suddenly singing with the need to be outside of the cabin. He’d long tried to stop questioning these small bits of insight that his gut threw at him. “But I need to find Anakin. It’s dark and he may be injured.”

Qui-Gon smiled and again it did not reach his eyes. “He’s in good hands. He’ll be fine.”

“What?” Obi-Wan had trouble following Qui-Gon’s meaning. His vision blurred again, as much from exhaustion as from the head injury. The world tilted and he stumbled, felt Qui-Gon’s fingers curl around his bicep, the grip strong and sure and for a moment he was transported back 11 years, losing his balance coming out of a particularly difficult kata and Qui-Gon was there to catch him, steadying him with both his hand and the Force, the bond flaring to life between them.

And it flared to life now, the first of the Force Obi-Wan has felt since he woke in the crashed ship, but there was something wrong. It was not the warm, tranquil thing of his memories. It was dark and cool. It twined around him like a constrictor snake before he shoved himself away from the man who was his mentor, his master.

“You’re not Qui-Gon,” Obi-Wan said, knowing it wasn’t true.

“Oh, Obi-Wan.” The sigh was wistful, a little amused, a little mocking. “Would that it were so simple. Don’t.”

The last word came out in a harsh rasp as Obi-Wan edged toward the door, his hand on his saber hilt. But, much as he had when he was younger, Obi-Wan ignored Qui-Gon’s warning and threw himself sideways. He wasn’t surprised when he was caught—not in the web of the Force but by hands—and physically hauled away from the door; his wrists were wrenched behind his back, his chest pressed into Qui-Gon’s. 

Qui-Gon was saying something beneath his breath, but the words were directed at the air, as if he were having a conversation with someone not in the room. Too soon. Cannot keep him. The boy…

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan whispered. That’s who “the boy” was. He was certain of it. He twisted in Qui-Gon’s hold, hoping to throw the taller man over his shoulder but only succeeding in pulling them bodily together. Qui-Gon took them to the ground with a swift movement of his boot hooked around Obi-Wan’s ankle, landing on top of Obi-Wan and knocking the breath out of him.

When his former master sat up, the yellow firelight reflected in his eyes. Obi-Wan saw sadness there, tempered with resolution. As Qui-Gon’s hand came to his face, Obi-Wan flailed, snatching at the man’s robes, his face, his hair until the touch of those warm fingers quieted him, stilled him against his will, left him soft, yielding, as he slid into unconsciousness, Qui-Gon’s voice in his ears. 

Not now. But soon.

   “Obi-Wan!”

There were hands on his shoulders. The smell of mech oil and fresh dirt in his nose.

“Obi-Wan, wake up. Master!”

“Anakin?”

“Oh, fu—. I thought you were dead.”

Obi-Wan opened his eyes. Anakin’s face trembled into view above him, backlit by star shine and moonlight. His eyes were wide and there were silver tracks in the dust on his face. Anakin would, of course, never admit to tears. He was 15. He didn’t cry.

Obi-Wan tried to sit up and winced as his right wrist protested the pressure. There was an answering throb at his temple.

“Wait,” Anakin said, before sliding his arms around Obi-Wan and beneath his armpits, helping him scoot up against the side of their crashed shuttlecraft. “I came to and found you lying over there,” Anakin said, pointing to the edge of the tree line. “You went through the cockpit windscreen. Lucky for you it completely popped out with the crash,” Anakin said, “or you would have had more than just a scratch on your head.” He frowned. “I couldn’t tell you what went wrong with the shuttle.” The last was said with a heavy sigh of irritation.

Obi-Wan looked around. Anakin had set out the small emergency fusion lamps toward the edges of the crash site. They were in the middle of a copse of trees, some of them damaged from the impact. He could, if he focused, feel the forest creatures at the edges of the light. He could feel Anakin next to him, bright and warm and worried.

Had it all just been a dream?

“The Temple—“ he started.

“The comm on the shuttle was a bit banged up,” Anakin said, “but I was able to get it running long enough to send and receive. Evac in 20 standard hours.”

Letting out a sigh, Obi-Wan leaned a little heavier against the shuttle. “Then I suppose there’s nothing for it but to wait.”

Anakin nodded, with the air of one facing a grim immediate future of inaction before jumping to his feet. “We have rations in my pack. And I think there were some blankets in the storage compartment,” he said, turning and climbing into the belly of the shuttle.

Blankets sounded good. Obi-Wan pulled his robe a little tighter around him, wincing against at the shock of pain from his wrist. He pulled his sleeve back to examine the injury and stopped.

Wrapped snugly around his wrist, just beneath the pisiform bone—almost serving to stabilize what was surely a minor sprain—was a woven, brown and green, nerf hide hair band.

He’d seen this band often as a padawan: on the caff table in the common room, on the counter in the ‘fresher, on his master’s bedside table.

Obi-Wan traced the band with his thumb. He brought it close to his face, breathing in the scent of aged leather. There was no trace imprint of the one who’d worn it, physically or in the Force. But he knew to whom it had belonged.

He heard Qui-Gon’s voice in his head. The coolness of it. The strange tilt of the Force as he spoke to someone Obi-Wan couldn’t hear.

The boy. Not now. Soon.

A chill went through him that had nothing to do with the night air.

[hyperionshipping]

Hectic First Meetings

OOPS guess who wrote 2,000 words! I didn’t even mean to go that long or anything. The pacing might be a little off but I never said I was a good writer!

Day 6: First Meetings

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“So, wait. Run it by me again? I’m gonna meet everyone at once for..?” “So they can know you. I won’t be surprised if the Administrator has you sitting down between deliveries. And, of recent, you’ve been doing more forgery. She thinks it’d be good for you to know the others in case you spend an increased amount of time at the base.” “Right.” Messenger nodded, “Makes sense.” It, in fact, did not make sense to him. “Also, I apologize but once I drop you off you’re going to be on your own for the rest of the day. They’re a nice group though, don’t worry.” “Oh, this’ll be so much fun.” Messenger was silent the rest of the ride, face turned to stare out the window. He only spoke again to softly thank the driver, getting out with Ms. Pauling, carrying a small briefcase of personal items. “So, there’s 9 mercs,” Pauling explained to Messenger as he opened the door for her, letting her walk in first. “Don’t worry about learning names the first day. Just look at the shoulder emblems if you need too.” she looked up to see Scout already by the front. “Hello Scout.” she gave him a quick smile. “Hey, can you show Messenger around? He’s the new guy I was talking about. I need to go, goodbye! Messenger, I’ll be in touch.” she waved, walking out of the building. “Wow, that’s as fast as my parents kicked me out.” Messenger laughed, looking at Scout. “Uh-howdy? She already told you who I am but, hi. Call me Messenger.” he held his hand out, and Scout shook it quickly. “Man, you’re short! Engie’ll get a kick outta that. Sure you ain’t a kid?”

“I should ask you that. What’re you? The CEO of baby face?” Messenger smirked, as Scout dropped the handshake. “Watch it, newbie.” “Sore subject?” Messenger asked, handing the suitcase to his other hand. Ms. Pauling had said he’d get his own little room, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t be seeing it anytime soon. “Sorry.” “It’s fine. Already in the past. You actually brought stuff? Well, if you keep up I’ll show you that room Pauling has us finally using.” Scout was off like that, and Messenger had to speed walk to catch up. “Slow down?” Messenger asked as he trailed behind him. Scout did not do that. He did eventually stop in front of a door. “Get longer legs, short stuff.” Scout was smirking, entirely too happy with that insult. “Anyway, there ain’t time for you to just sit around ‘n do whatever you do. Put your stuff down, so I can just get the introductions done an’ over with.” Messenger rolled his eyes, opening the door. The room was small. It had a bed, a closet, one lone little window, and a desk. “Well, you know. I’ve been in worse. Also, Scout, are you from Boston or somethin’? You got the Boston accent. I’m from Maine.” he plopped the suitcase down on the desk. “Proudly born and raised.” Scout was smug about that. “You don’t got a Mainer accent,” he said, looking at Messenger. “You know, I’ve never really heard anyone with the whole, ‘Mainer accent’” he waved a hand, “but also I have? Weird whatever. I dunno. Maybe I’m just used to it.” “It’s kinda nice to have someone closer to home. The other guys are from all over. You’d be a few hour drive away.” “Yea I guess. Especially if you’re drivin’! Boston drivers don’t care. Hell, any Massachusetts driver don’t care.” that earned a chuckle from Scout. “Yeah. You shoulda seen my Ma drivin’. She was the best as gettin’ through the Boston traffic when we had the car.” Messenger nodded, following next to Scout as he talked. Jokes aside, he seemed like a cool person. Very talkative. Which, he found nice. He could be friends with someone else who couldn’t shut up. “The rest of the team should be here. It’s the hangout spot between rounds ‘n all that. Hey guys! I got that new guy Ms. Pauling told us about.” Scout clapped a hand onto Messenger’s shoulders, as Messenger looked at the others. A quick scan left him to recount. “Scout, isn’t there 9 of you guys?” “Eh? Spy’s probably off in his smoking’ room. He don’t matter anyway.” “There’s a smok-” Scout shoved him forward, making Messenger stumble on his feet. “We don’t got time for questions. Introduction time!” The introductions were something else to say the least. Too many names to keep a track of. Scout, however, was right. The man who introduced himself as The Engineer did have a small smile on his face seeing how short he was. “And I thought I got the short end o’ the stick.” Messenger had to tell him the boots gave him an extra two inches because, at that rate, being the shortest out of all them seemed like it was going to be brought up a lot. There was another man -- he smelled of alcohol -- who called him Shortstack. Messenger barely caught half the words out of his mouth, but he assumed he’d get the accent down with time. There were other members who didn’t talk as much. Heavy was very curt. A hello and his name, and that was it. The Sniper barely gave him a hello. There was also the Medic. When Messenger shook his hand, he had to make the joke. “Medic huh? Would you do top surgery? I can’t offer much of anythin’ but I can fake a legal document if you need any.” the Medic’s grip had tightened at the mention of surgery, and he gave Messenger a big smile. “If you are offering, I will find payment don’t you worry.” Messenger wasn’t sure what to make of that. “But, if you are seriously asking, I can! I did Scout’s way back when I joined the team.” Scout nodded as Messenger looked at him. “The Doc did a fantastic job.” Messenger nodded. “Well, if Scout says you did a good job, he can’t be lying. I’ll keep you in mind Medic.” He’d seemed pleased with that and gave Messenger a nod as he released his hand. After the wave of introductions, Messenger stuck close to Scout. “Well,” Messenger said, looking to him. “You said Spy? Can you like, tell me anything about him or should I just not bother?” “Don’t bother. He’s probably listening in like the creepy fuck he is.” “Alright.” “Scout, I see you are once again making me sound worse than I am.” there was a new voice, and Messenger heard Scout groan. “What’d I tell you?” there was another man. He wore a neat suit, and there was some fancy smelling cologne lingering in the air. He was ignoring Scout. “You must be Messenger, Ms. Pauling said you’d be here.” he held out his hand and Messenger shook it. “And you must be French.” Messenger just said it, he didn’t even think. “My family spoke it, but man, you have the accent an’ all.” Spy let go of his hand after that. “Perceptive,” he said, obviously unenthused with Messenger’s direct comment. “Ah, I’m sorry if I made you upset?” he couldn’t read Spy’s face, the mask hid it, and he was good at hiding his body movements. Although, Messenger wasn’t surprised at that. To be a spy he had too. “I don’t think when I say things half the time.” he rubbed his left arm. “Forgive me?” he asked, flashing Spy a smile. “Don’t wanna get off of the wrong foot or anything.” A funny thing to say, seeing what the future held. Messenger wouldn’t be as kind to Spy as he was now. “I suppose I can let it pass. Just this once.” “Sweet! Thanks.” *** It was later at night. Messenger sat on the arm of a couch, holding a drink between his legs. Demo was to his right, telling him a story as the others talked. Messenger smiled at the story. It was something about him blowing up the other team with his bombs. “I won us the match ‘cause of that!” he yelled it excitedly, only for someone to jump in and say he always tells that story. Don’t let him make you think that’s every fight! Messenger sipped from his drink. “Well, I think that’s pretty sweet. Do you make your own bombs? Is it hard?” “Not at all, 3 ingredients and you got yaself a bomb that’ll blow up a body clean.” Messenger nodded, listening intently. He, of course, had no plans on making a bomb but Demo seemed to be very interested in telling him. “What about you, Messenger? What’s a guy like you do? Other than climb up counters to reach anythin’ like yer some kinda little creature.” “I’ll have you know I’ve only climbed a few counters, thank you!” he laughed at the joke nonetheless. “It’s all in my name, no? I deliver things, I intercept delivered things, I can forge just about anything that needs to be written or typed. I’m pretty good with a knife too.” “Are ya? Spy’s good with ‘em too. You think you could take him?” “Oh! Uh, no? Probably not.” “Don’t sell yerself short.” Demo clapped Messenger’s back, “I bet ya could get that backstabber.” “I’m flattered?” Messenger chuckled, taking another sip from his bottle. “That’s probably one of the nicer things someone’s said to me.” Messenger spent a good chunk of time listening to Demo. It was still a little hard for him to catch everything he said, but he had the feeling Demo would be a good drinking buddy. *** By the time Messenger wiggled away from the remaining mercs, he was drained. He didn’t expect anything to really go on after the introductions but boy was he wrong! His social battery was drained, and all he wanted to do was promptly pass out. Despite that, he walked outside to get some fresh air before he hit the sack. Messenger did a double-take as he saw someone else outside. “Sniper?” he guessed, grabbing the person’s attention. “You all done drinking with the party?” “Oh! You speak? I thought you were the stoic one of the group?” Messenger smiled, joking. “I don’t find the need to talk when half of the lot is doin’ it for me.” “Do you ever loosen up?” Messenger asked, “It won’t hurt you know.” “What? I am loose.” Messenger laughed. “No way! You’re actin’ like there’s a stick shoved so far up your ass it’s making you stand straight.” “Listen here kid,” Sniper couldn’t help the smile on his face. It was uncharacteristic of him, but maybe it was just because Messenger was the first new face in a while. “I gotta be the cool one, how else will I do a good job sniping huh?” “By just doing yer job? And don’t call me kid! I’ve heard enough short jokes to last me 2 lifetimes I don’t need any more baby jokes. And you’re probably not that much older than me. You’re like, what, 29? You’re a few years ahead of me then.” “You’re a baby,” Sniper said again, earning a groan from Messenger. “Am not! I’ll show you baby when yer the one crying!” “Oh, real scary. It’s a little hard to take you seriously when you’re that much shorter than I am.” “All the more for me to kick you in the shins!” Messenger shot back, feigning a kick to Sniper’s shins, who let out a breathy laugh. “You got spunk Messenger. Don’t let anyone take that from ya. It could come in handy. You oughta head back in. Get some sleep. Mornings here are...somethin’ else. Half the reason I sleep in my van. If you aren’t a mornin’ person it’ll be worse. Don’t kill Soldier jus’ because he wants you up early.” “Oh, that won’t be an issue, I’m a heavy sleeper.” “They all say that. Night Messenger.” Sniper walked towards his van, and Messenger turned to go back into the base. Sniper waited to see Messenger go into the base before he climbed into the van. When Messenger found his room again, he walked in and promptly fell onto his bed passing out. It had been quite a day.

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1-102 thanks

1.) what’s a song you depict with your childhood? Best of both world - Hannah montana PLS 2.) did you have a memorable childhood pet? yes my angels may they rest in heaven3.) have you ever been drunk? nope, alcohol is useless and stupid4.) have you ever tried drugs?  nope, drugs are useless and stupid 5.) have you ever completely regretted what you’ve said? nope I rarely does, even when i’m angry i’m honest and people that tells that you don’t mean what you say when you’re angry you always do, it’s  just that you’re more honest when you’re angry6.) have you ever made someone cry? yes, I selena gomezed my old justin bieber :D 7.) has someone ever made you cry? yes8.) have you ever been in love? if so, describe the moment you knew it. yes, and I knew it when I couldn’t feel my cheek from smiling when he only said hi 9.) which came first the chicken or the egg? chicken, next :D 10.) are you part of the lgbtq+ community? do you support them? nope i’m not a part of it but yes I support them 298456543256543% they are superior i said what i said 11.) how many siblings do you have? 1, this little shithead i’d b nothing without :D12.) have you ever been in love with someone you couldn’t love? yes13.) are you a good cook? ask @lordbieber he would ask me to cook for him all the time haha but fr I tend to be a good cook tbh14.) what is your favorite tv show? Buffy The Vampire Slayer15.) what is the last movie you cried during? Sleepers16.) what are songs you’ve cried to when you first heard them? (if any) Anyone - Demi fucking goddess Lovato17.) do you have a middle name? Marie 18.) have you been out of your country? yes19.) are you a chocolate fan or not? DUH DOES A BLIND PERSON WANTS TO SEE20.) how many people have you kissed? a girl never reveal those ;) 21.) what is your favorite album? any P!nk’s old albums22.) what is your dream car? a porsche or Maserati23.) what is your lucky/favorite number? 624.) what is your favorite flower? roses and cherry blossoms25.) books or movies, why? books lmaoooo just because it’s superior, it comes from 26.) have you ever been on a blind date? yes thank you ophelie :D 27.) has one of your friends ever backstabbed you? DUH more than I could count28.) have you ever backstabbed one of your friends? never29.) what thing do you symbolize love with? hurting30.) do you have neat handwriting? nope 31.) do you have a friend with benefits? aaaaah lmao nope32.) do you want a friend with benefits? nope i’m too much of a helpless dumb and depressive romantic bitch :D 33.) if you could be anything in the world, what would you be? right now? toilet paper cause this shit’s gold these day LMAOOO jk but idk .. a star or a planet, as far away as possible form human kind34.) have you ever been blackout drunk? nope, hate alcohol, useless and stupid35.) have you ever met someone famous? Yes36.) how many concerts have you been to? 037.) which concerts have you been to? none38.) do you have a hidden talent? I exude dumb bitch energy for decades to come without anyone asking :D 39.) what do you do when you’re stressed? die lmao no but sleep or listening to music40.) do you think money can buy love? dunno i’ve always been a broke ass bitch :D 41.) how old would you date? up to 2 year older than me42.) have you ever done something illegal? yes43.) what is your biggest fear? spiders, horror movies and not being able to breathe44.) what is an unusual fear you have? fuits seeds lmaooo I hate those they creep me out lmaoo lemon seeds? HORROR MOVIE45.) can you drive? nope46.) do you believe in supernatural creatures? i’m here so DUH yes47.) do you believe in karma? yes and everyone should48.) what is one quality you need in your partner? loyalty, honesty and sense of humor 49.) do looks matter? yes, cause if the man looks like a hobo I won’t be too turned on lmao50.) does size matter? height speaking? yes. i’m 5′1 but other than that I mean we can manage ;) 51.) who is the last person you forgave? myself xx52.) what is your favorite ice cream flavor? vanilla 53.) what languages can you speak besides english? french, and a lil bit of spanish and italian54.) ever been on a plane? yes, best time of my life55.) ever been on a boat? yes, worst time of my life56.) is there anyone you’ve lost touch with that you wish you hadn’t? nope57.) are there any friendships you regret? nope all of the people that are in my life are meant to be there and those who aren’t must not be there at this exact moment of my life :D58.) are there any friendships you wish you could make? duh.. where is madison beer 59.) have you ever stayed awake for 24 (+) hours? yes60.) have you ever walked outside after 12 am? yes61.) have you ever seen a sunrise completely through? yes62.) are you scared of rollercoasters? nope not at all my biggest dream is too jump off a plane63.) on a scale of 1-10 how stressed are you usually? I’m not very stressed.. unless it’s school lmaoo but i’d say my peak is 2 64.) do you have any plans this weekend? It’s a quarantine time bebe so I plan on breathing which is already more than enough65.) do you miss anyone right now? yes66.) who do you wish you were talking to right now? aaaah secrets67.) if you could have any superpower, what would it be? controlling the 4th elements68.) who is your favorite superhero? Henry Cavill, yes he saves life with his accent and features I SAID WHAT I SAID69.) are you dirty minded? yes lmaoo soz xx70.) what is your favorite song from every decade starting at that 80’s?80′s (my fave era about music) : Part time lover - Stevie Wonder &  Hotel california by the eagles / 90′s: Unbreak my heart : Toni Braxton / 2000′s: Lose yourself - Eminem & back to black - Amy Winehouse 10′s ugh there’s so many bops atm i’m 71.) how many kids, if any, do you want? 272.) who is your biggest OTP? Me and pasta73.) what is your favorite food? pasta74.) do you want to be married one day? Yes75.) dogs or cats? cats76.) do you drink enough water daily? Nope I don’t drink water on a daily77.) have you ever seen a shooting star? yes the most beautiful thing the life has given us78.) if you had the opportunity to go to the moon, would you? fly me to the moon and let me play among the starssss YES I WOULD BYE WORLD79.) how many best friends do you have? I have a lot of good friends but @thisamick‘s my main bitch80.) when was the last time you cried? Idk I was watching Sleepers!81.) have you ever laughed so hard you peed yourself? YES82.) have you ever made anyone laugh so hard they peed? Yes I did it was the funniest shit83.) if you could travel any where in the world, where would you go? California 84.) what are 3 words you would use to describe yourself?  Loyal, funny and @thisamick said perfect but it’s all a lie so I’d say honest :D85.) do you consider yourself a loyal person? one of the most loyal person u’ll ever find86.) what is your favorite season and why? Fall, because the colors, the weather, the mood, the leaves on the ground, all of it87.) have you ever told anyone you loved them, and didn’t mean it? nope never omg what a horrible move88.) do you know how to play any instruments? I wish but nope89.) do like like falling asleep to music or not? yesss omg my fave, a daily routine, a lifestyle90.) what are you allergic to? life and people91.) have you ever wanted to be someone else for a day just so you could see what there life is like? yessss92.) if you could be any character from your favorite tv show would you, and if so, who would you be? yes I would def be Buffy93.) if you could be best friends with any celebrity who would it be and why? Madison Beer or Angelina Jolie94.) are you outgoing? when you know me yes95.) have you ever wanted to kiss someone, but weren’t brave enough to? duh yes96.) are you a good flirt? tbh yes lmao97.) have you ever been turned down, or have you ever turned anyone down? yes and no at least I don’t think I ever did?98.) which planet is your favorite? Jupiter or Saturn99.) are you superstitious? no100.) are you a good listener? yes 101.) are you a good kisser? hun I leave a indelible mark baby ;) 102.) would you kiss any of your friends? girl friends? yes // boy friends? nope

[bookenders]

11/11/11 Tag Game: 16/17/18?

Back again to spill the tea about myself for all you lovely people.Thanks @cataclysmic-writer, @maybeillwriteit and @aurisadventure for the tags!

My answers are under the cut. 😊

Rules: Answer the 11 questions of the person who tagged you, make up 11 questions, then tag 11 people to answer them. 

Bilbo Taggins: @brittanyisart, @quilloftheclouds, @brittanyisart, @brynwrites, @creatvrae, @elisabethrosewrites, @elizabethsyson, @ren-c-leyn, @yetmorestories, @pinespittinink, @timefire25

My Questions:

What are your thoughts on throw pillows?

Do you have any podcast recommendations? How about TV shows?

What month would you be on a calendar, and what would the picture be?

What is one book that you absolutely love, no matter what anyone else has to say about it? 

What’s your favorite kind of scented candle?

What’s your favorite urban legend?

Would you ever go on an arctic expedition?

What’s the furthest from home you’ve ever been?

What is the best snack?

How purple do you allow your prose to be/get? What’s your purple limit? Is there one?

What’s one word/line/scene/character that you want to put in a story, but you haven’t found the right place for yet?

@cataclysmic-writer‘s questions:

What do you eat or drink while writing? It varies depending on how I’m feelin’. Usually a big giant glass of water. I used to have coffee and/or tea, but it always got cold because I forgot about it. That’s actually how I used to measure my progress, by how cold the drink was.  And coffee got me too jazzed to sit still, so I stopped drinking while writing. Good for academic papers, though.

Best piece of advice you ever received? Like... ever? Okay. People are more interested in themselves/absorbed with themselves to really care what you’re doing. Very empowering for someone with real bad social anxiety (like myself heyooo).

Which book inspired you to write the most? I’ve talked about Laurie Halse Anderson’s Wintergirls before, and I’m gonna mention it again. And that I went to a signing for her new book Shout and I got to thank her and my life has been enriched a thousand-fold.

Which author do you try to emulate when you write? Oh, man, I do not do this at all. Okay, well, not at all, because I find it to be a valuable writing exercise to practice with. But I super don’t. I’ve done projects where I’ve emulated Walt Whitman, Philip Levine, Tolkien, Dostoevsky, Poe (eugh), and Anne Valente. Those were super fun. I like imitating styles and I’ve gotten pretty darn good at it. Sometimes I tell myself to put a Gaiman-like twist on a section, though, or describe something like another author if it fits the tone for funsies. But I like writing like me! 

Where did you get the idea for your current wip? I’ve already talked about Heart to Heart, so I’ll talk about “Fish Food!” This one happened when I was pondering superheroes, James Bond, tropes, evil monologues, and the like. I had the image of a hero tied up and dangling over a pit of piranhas while the villain detailed his evil plan. But the hero didn’t follow the script. And then, like every one of my short stories, it spun way out of control. I started to think of what heroes would inhabit this world that erupted from the fertile soil of my brain and suddenly I had a big complicated story that I was excited about. And it was funny, which is a change for me.

Do you have a go-to beta reader/writing buddy you bounce ideas off of? I do! One of my goodest friends is a fellow writer and she’s my spaghetti wall if I need assistance. We went through the same creative writing program one year apart and had different teachers, so we offer each other pretty different advice, and it’s great. She’s super into fae lore, too, which is ridiculously helpful for me, a nerd who is writing a light fantasy story with fae in it. We operate in different styles and genres, though, so sometimes idea-bouncing is a little tricky.

Which of your WIPs is your favorite? Of the ones I’m working on right now? Probably “Incarnate.” Partly because it’s closer to my usual writing fare, partly because it’s weird and disturbing in my favorite ways, partly because the ending is really cool and surprising in a way that hits you long after you finish it. I also like it because it’s hard for me to write. Yay, challenges!

Tea, coffee, or soda? Tea for chillin’, coffee for workin’, soda for pizza times.

If you could have any fantasy creature as a pet, which would you have? A brownie to clean my house, or a domovoi to act as a weird home security system would be neat. For non-practical purposes, I’d also say a pegasus. I can ride pretty well and it’d be so convenient to just fly everywhere on my awesome horse buddy.

Do you like creepy/scary movies? NOPE. I am a big chicken shit when it comes to spooky things. As a kid, I was terrified of E.T. That’s how bad it was. 

What genre do you have yet to write in, but want to write soon? Hm. Maybe historical fiction? I already play with it a little bit without actually going into the history part of it too deeply. Maybe I’ll give it a shot in the future.  I’ve always wanted to give magical realism a good try, though. It’s always been hard for me to write. 

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@aurisadventure​‘s questions:

1. Who is your favorite oc? Why?

Right now, it’s Lithium from “Fish Food.” She’s just so fun. I also just figured out a big part of Jill’s character that I’m excited to add to H2H!

2. What is your favorite thing to do when you’re not writing?

I got into cooking a while ago, and that’s pretty fun. I do yoga sometimes. I read a bunch. I also like putting things together. Honestly, I’m a big giant nerd who likes learning in their spare time.

3. What is your least favoured genre?

Hard sci-fi is really hard for me to get into. And some contemporary stuff, but it’s not as bad as hard sci-fi.

4. Top three favorite video games? (Any console)

DRAGON AGE: ORIGINS (with Awakening DLC, obvs) (except for the goddamn Mage Circle Fade part I hate it and it deserves to burn in hell)

Ori and the Blind Forest (I’m stuck on the last stupid fire volcano level and I’m so mad because it’s hard but this game is beautiful)

To The Moon (so many tears, such good story)

Honorable mention to Assassin’s Creed 2. 

(I love RPGs.)

5. What’s the craziest thing you’ve done for inspiration?

Hm. I don’t really go out and seek inspiration like this. I just consume a whole lot of art in varying mediums. 

I went to a poetry slam one time. Does that count?

6. Buggy or Cart?

Horses, buggy. Oxen, cart. As much as I’d like to be Gandalf...

7. Have you finished any of your wips?

I am so goddamn close to finishing “When Your Song is Over and Done” I can taste it. I’m hoping to write that last stupid scene this week. It’s been the one WIP that’s been kicking my ass lately. How rude.

I’m a short story writer, so I finish a lot of my WIPs. It’s kinda nice. That’s also why longer projects scare me.

8. But like… can I read it?

😉

In the meantime, you can read these!

9. What is your favorite animal? Why?

Highland Cows! Just look at them. 

I’m sure I have a more interesting answer for this, but honestly, cows are all I can think of. I love cows. 

10. Name one place you want to visit more than anything.

Norway! Not sure why. Seems like a really cool place to be.

(I lied I love space and want to go to the observatories.)

11. What is your most cherished childhood memory?

Saturday mornings curled up in my grandfather’s armchair watching TV and eating Burger King before we go visit the animals at the farm.

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@maybeillwriteit‘s questions:

1. Which oc would you most like to go for a drink with?

I don’t drink, but I think Treena would be an excellent conversation partner. 

2. Where do you like to write? Bed? Desk? Cafe? etc etc

I have a desk in my room. Not that I usually write at it. I’m good anywhere I can sit up straight and rest my arms.

3. Which of your ocs do you think people are most likely to make fanart for?

Eventually, I hope Mel. I love her character design. Or the superheroes and villains from “Fish Food.” They all have really distinct appearances and cool costumes/uniforms.

4. Favourite piece of writing advice you’ve received?

Probably the time my mentor also admitted he hated writing dialogue, but that sometimes you just gotta. 

5. Which place in your stories would you like to live? (i’ve read this sentence ten times and i ain’t convinced it’s grammatically correct lol)

(maybe: In which place/where in your stories would you most like to live? I dunno this one’s freaking my brain.)

Linsay would be the best place to live, I think. A very chill small town that has everything you need, very supportive soon-to-be friends, an apothecary on stand-by, and lovely weather. Its residents are fiercely protective and are very willing to look the other way where the law is concerned if it helps someone.

6. Do any authors/books influence your writing? Which ones?

Oh, tons. Jim Butcher, Laurie Halse Anderson, George Saunders, Anne Valente, Tolkien, Gaiman, Matt Bell, Aimee Bender, and a whole bunch more authors. And, if you wanna get all heartfelt about it, every single book I’ve read has influenced my writing, whether it’s learning how to do something, learning how not to do something, or finding a new technique that jives with my style.

7. Pick one song that represents your wip.

I’ve done a bunch of song stuff with H2H, so this is for “Fish Food:”

Honestly, my first instinct is “Superboy and the Invisible Girl” from Next to Normal. But it’s not quite right.

I also wanna say “Super Friends” from Holy Musical B@man. 

But in my heart, I know the true answer is “Under Pressure.” How could it not be?

8. Favourite thing about being a writer?

The feels! I love writing things and getting my own feels out, then making other people feel things. It’s so satisfying. 

9. Characters or plot, what came first?

Characters! Oh my God, always characters. And before characters, concept and theme(s). Sometimes a scene just pops into my head and I have to figure out who these people are and why they’re there.

10. Do you like writing prompts?

I do indeedy. They’re pretty helpful when I’m stuck. I only write for the ones that instantly spark an idea in my brain, though. All the ones I’m getting for my 800 followers celebration are insanely good. 

11. Part of your wip that you’re most excited to write?

Oh, man! So many!

H2H: The climax! Well, one of them. The one of the magic incidents and Mel and Gemma’s relationship, to be specific.

Fish Food: When my main two dudes meet Lithium! And figure out what’s going on with her. Or anything about Lithium’s real life. Her story is wild.

WYSiOaD: The goddamn rooftop scene that’s been kicking my ass for a month. It’s gonna be so emotional and poignant and great and I can’t wait for it to be over.

[timegearing]

PMD: The Course of Everything- Chapter Seven: The Job Unofficial

Despite their months of being in this world, Winnie couldn’t help but be fascinated at the human and non-human aspects of the creatures around them. Pokemon were people, for lack of a better word. Albeit, people with four paws, scales, and whatever else Pokemon could have, but people nonetheless. And, to Winnie, a complete lack of money was the most people-like problem they could think of.

It was early afternoon now, and Lavastone village was bustling with activity. Pokemon of all shapes and sizes passed Winnie and Harper, and the stalls that had sat empty the night before were now full of owners and their wares. The pair was momentarily safe from the crowd as they stood in a small circle of cobblestone, and though Harper was nervously chattering about their lack of money and ideas, Winnie’s excitement at the new experiences around them didn’t fade. After a large dragon-like Pokemon with wings and orange scales passed them by, Winnie caught sight of a new shop, and grabbed Harper’s shoulder.

“Harper, Harper,” they said, “What’s in that shop?” They pointed to a stall tucked into the corner of the market. It was shrouded in the shadow of a large building beside it, but even then, they could see the glint of something shiny on the shelves.

“Dunno,” Harper craned her head to look, “Maybe evolution stones or jewels or something?”

“Oh my gosh, we have to look!” Winnie exclaimed. As they began to march through the crowd, Harper let out a squawk of alarm.

“Winnie, we don’t even have enough money to buy berries,” she said, clutching their bag, “We definitely can’t afford anything there.”

“Let’s window-shop then,” Winnie replied.

“We can’t afford those either!”

The Pokemon manning the booth caught the pair’s eye as they stepped out of the crowd. Winnie was caught off guard by the Pokemon’s eyes- or lack thereof. The Pokemon was about the height of Harper, but had smooth, purple skin, with jagged horns poking out of each cheek. In the place of eyes were glittering diamonds, and when the Pokemon shifted to look at them, Winnie saw another diamond nestled between their shoulder blades.

“Link-boxes, evolution stones, and treasure await!” the Pokemon flashed their razor-sharp teeth at the pair, “Mx.Sableye at your service!”

“Uh, hi,” Winnie said, “We were just browsing.”

The Pokemon, which Winnie figured was a Sableye, nodded and stepped back. Displayed on the shelves were odd stones of every colour, small enough to fit in the palm of their hoof, some with odd designs etched inside of them, some plain. A pair of shining sapphire boxes sat on the counter, with a sign reading “10000(p)”.

“This stuff is so expensive,” Winnie observed.

“All genuine treasures from the dastardly keeps of dungeons ahead!” Mx.Sableye said, gesturing to a shelf full of ordinary-looking crystals, “Quartz, topaz, jasper, aquamarine, all on sale for a low price of 7000(p)!”

“You found all this in dungeons?” Winnie gaped, “That’s so cool!”

Harper tugged hard on Winnie’s bag. For the first time, Winnie noticed Harper’s wide eyed, nervous expression, and the twitching of her tail.

“But of course,” Mx.Sableye responded, either ignoring or unaware of Harper, “Lucious Cave and Lonesome Quarry are full of treasure beyond your wildest dream. And here they are, for the  price of mere Pok(e)!”

“We should go,” Harper whispered, wary gaze fixed on the shopkeep, “Let’s go, come on.”

Winnie frowned, and looked at the objects again. They were very pretty, and the sight of quartz necklaces were especially appealing, but the reality of them having no money made them sigh and back away.

“Thank you, come again,” Mx.Sableye waved at their retreating forms, noticeably less amicable than before.

“I wish we could have bought something,” Winnie said, “They seemed disappointed when we left.”

“We don’t have any money,” Harper huffed, retreating to a corner unoccupied by any other Pokemon, “Besides, that stuff was way overpriced.”

“Really?” Winnie glanced back at the shopkeep, who now spoke to a pair of mushroom-Pokemon they recognized as Breloom.

“I’ve found a few Link boxes,” Harper replied, “And when I sold them, I only got 3000(p) out of them.”

“That’s too bad,” Winnie said.

For the next hour, Winnie and Harper browsed shops that held less expensive, but still interesting items. After having to drag Winnie away from a shop full of TMs and orbs, Harper suggested they have a bite to eat away from the market. Now, the pair sat in the center of the town, their lunch of fruits and bread between them.

“I wish we had money,” Harper sighed through a mouthful of bread, “Another night of stale bread is gonna kill me.”

Winnie stayed silent. The bread was stale after the two days of travel, and their berry supplies were running low. If this adventure was to be a success, they would need to make money somehow. With another reluctant bite, they look at the market in the distance. If only they had something to sell.

The idea hit like a bullet.

“Oh!” Winnie smacked Harper’s feathery shoulder, “I have an idea!”

“Wha-what?” Harper cut off her own squawk, coughing, “You nearly choked me, what is it?”

“We should go into a dungeon!” Winnie answered, heart fluttering with excitement, “You know, so we can get some stuff to sell.”

“What?” Harper stared at them blankly, “Why?”

“Well, you said we have no money,” They were already getting to their hooved feet, shoving leftovers into their satchel, “And that Sableye said they found treasure in Lucious Cove or whatever, so what if we went in there to find some treasure too!”

“They were probably lying,” Harper replied with a nervous glance at the market behind her, “Besides, it’s too dangerous!”

“We don’t know if they were lying for sure!” Winnie protested, “Besides, what’s the worst that could happen!”

“We could get defeated, for one,” Harper began counting off on her talons, “Or, we could get there and there would be nothing, or we could be ambushed, or-”

“Don’t be such a downer, Harper,” Winnie rolled their eyes and pulled the Archen to her feet, “You’re really strong, there’s no way we could be beat! At least check and see how big the dungeons are.”

Harper’s feathers trembled in indignation, but after a moment of stammered responses, she rolled her eyes.

“Fine, I’ll check.”

Winnie stood next to Harper, craning their head to see the shining surface of the Wonder Map as Harper pulled it out. The small dot denoting their location glowed like a firefly on the parchment, and next to them were purple-hued squares, with the names that the shopkeeper had shouted earlier. With a click of Harper’s talon, the map zoomed in, and more words appeared.

“LUCIOUS CAVE

DIFFICULTY: MEDIUM(LEVEL 16-LEVEL 20)

CONDITIONS: NONE

FLOORS: B1-B11

PRIMARY TYPE(S): ROCK, FAIRY, DARK

CLAIMED BY: BOUNTY KEEP GUILD”

“Medium?” Winnie furrowed their brow, “Levels? What does it mean?”

“Oh, uh,” Harper glanced at them, “Our powers can be ranked by guilds to certain numbers. I’m like, level 23 I think? You’re probably around the same, since you almost know Tailwind.”

“Ah,” Winnie didn’t understand exactly, but after rereading the information displayed, their gaze lit up. “That means we’re strong enough to take on this dungeon, then! Look, it says it’s only level 20!”

Harper huffed, glancing at her talons and ruffling her feathers.

“Still, what if there’s nothing there?” Harper replied, “I mean, what if that Sableye was lying to us?”

“Why would they lie?” Winnie tugged on Harper’s bag, “Come on Harper, what do we have to lose?”

It seemed like Harper thought they had quite a lot of things to lose, but she didn’t express them. With a sigh, the Archen folded the map and looked at Winnie.

“I guess we can go,” she said.

With no real preparations needing to be made, all that was left to do was make sure everything they needed was in the bag, and follow the map down the winding path leading out of town. Soon, grass faded into cold, cracked stone, and Harper’s anxious mutterings turned to calmer, more excited conversation. Within the hour, the pair stood outside the mouth of the dungeon.

Lucious Cave certainly seemed to live up to its name. The cave was a tunnel of cobbled stone that faded into the side of a tall hallside. The stone itself glimmering and reflected light, creating rainbows leading all the way down into the tunnel itself. A few feet away stood a sign displaying the name of the dungeon, and an odd emblem that Winnie hadn’t seem before.

“That marker means this dungeon was discovered by the original Bounty’s Guild,” Harper pointed a talon at the marker, which resembled a treasure chest, with what appeared to be a cliff silhouetted behind it. “Whoever completes the dungeon first gets to claim it.”

“Neat,” Winnie nodded, inching towards the tunnel. “Should we go in now?”

Harper’s feathers quivered, and she glanced to the dungeon, and the back at Winnie.

“Uh, lemme check the map again.”

As Harper pulled the shining tablet out of the bag strung around her neck, Winnie occupied themself looking at their surroundings. Like the dungeon they had seen in the jungle, this one seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. The rocks were foreign to the grassy hillside around them, and there was almost no vegetation growing on them. The only plant growth inside the dungeon was a trail of scarlet flowers leading into the darkness. Were they part of the dungeon?

“That’s weird,” Harper muttered, “Looks like there’s someone already in there.”

“Huh?” Winnie leaned over the map as well, “Where?”

The map looked different than it had when they last looked at it. Now, there was a diagram of the area surrounded the dungeon, with a number of dots in varying places. Harper pointed to two indigo dots standing near the label “Lucious Cave: Entrance”.

“That’s us,” she said, and moved her talon across the map, into Lucious Cave itself, “And you see the red dot? That’s someone else.”

The dot indicated was flashing red, and judging by Harper’s tone, was out of the ordinary.

“Who do you think it could be?” Winnie strained to remember Harper’s talk of explorers and Guilds from the days before, “Another explorer? From, uh, Clarity’s?”

“No,” Harper winced, clicking her talons on the map, “If it was, they would be indigo like us. I don’t think they’re from another guild either.” The Bird-type leaned closer to the map, brow furrowed. “I think this Pokemon is lost.”

“What?” Winnie perked up, eyes wide. “What makes you say that?”

“Their dot is red,” Harper said, “There aren’t any Guilds with that color, and it’s flashing, which means whoever it is has been in there for almost an entire day.” The Archen leaned closer to the map, brow furrowed, and Winnie frowned.

“We should go help them, then!” Winnie exclaimed.

“What?” Harper flinched, snapping her gaze back to her companion, “Y-you think so?”

“I mean, yeah,” they replied, “Why wouldn’t we?”

“It’s, uh…” Harper shuffled her talons. “It’s not our job? I mean, it’s the Guilds’ job to rescue Pokemon, and maybe someone has already been sent?” She looked back at the map, tail flicking, “Then again, their dot isn’t pink yet so the job hasn’t been accepted, so they might not be able to send for help? Oh stars…”

With an impatient snort, Winnie took the map out of Harper’s talons and folded it. “We’re going in there anyways, what should we do, just avoid them?”

“Err, no, of course not?” Harper’s voice wasn’t convincing, but when she glanced up at Winnie, she sighed and smoothed her feathers. “Yeah, you’re right. We should help.”

“Great!” Winnie hopped on their feet, going a little higher than expected. “We should go in now, then!”

They were nearly at the entrance to the dungeon when they paused, and look at Harper. “Do you want to be leader, or..?”

“You can,” Harper nodded.

With a whoop of exhilaration, Winnie trotted into the darkness. Immediately, they were seized as if by a whirlwind, and careened into the darkness. This time, however, they were ready for the sudden jolt of their feet meeting the ground, and the burst of new light around them.

“Oh, woah!” Winnie teetered in place, and heard Harper tumble to the ground with a squawk behind them. “That was fun!”

“Sure,” Harper rolled her eyes, already picking herself off the rocks. Winnie ignored her and looked around.

The whole area was like a cave, with oddly-flat walls made of a flint-like blue stone. Within the walls, glimmers of crystals and other gems caught the light, reflecting colors across the stone floors. There was scarce vegetation, and no sign of the flowers from before the tunnel. The room branched off into just one corridor, and one of those odd ‘Wonder Tiles’ Harper had mentioned earlier was in the corner.

“Lead on,” Harper gestured to the corridor with a crooked grin.

Almost immediately, Winnie realized that this was a much more advanced dungeon than the one they had seen previously. The rooms were tighter, and the corridors felt as if they took forever, even branching off into their own separate paths midway through. The enemies, Winnie realized, were also stronger.

“It’s a Boldore!” Harper managed to squawk, before the behemoth of stone hurled a small boulder at her.

“Woah, are you okay?” Winnie leapt away from the enemy, and Harper, who had been knocked the ground.

“Ah, yeah!” Harper was back on her feet immediately. Before the Boldore could attack again, she rushed forward with raised wings, and in a blur, was back at where she had started. The enemy stumbled, but as if nothing had happened, attacked once again.

“Ah, jeez!” Harper jumped away from the boulders that smashed into the place she stood moments before. She repeated the attack she had tried before, but the Rock-type was unaffected, and made an odd grinding noise from somewhere within.

Harper’s type wasn’t effective against rock, Winnie realized with a jolt. What was she, bird-type and rock-type? Winnie was a grass type though: they could be effective!

Before they could think about it. Winnie raced forward. The urgency and rush of power from before returned to them, and in a flash, a green ball of light appeared between their hooves.

“Take that!” Winnie cried and threw the light at the Boldore. It connected with a sizzle, and with a the grinding of stone, the Boldore disappeared.

“Oh, it’s gone!” Winnie exclaimed, “I did it!”

“Yeah, you did,” Harper panted, “Couldn’t have done that sooner, huh?”

As the pair progressed, Winnie did manage to attack sooner, and soon, fights with enemies lasted only a few turns before they disappeared. Things carried on like this for a while, until Winnie almost lost count of the items picked up and enemies defeated. It was on the seventh floor that Winnie called for a break.

“Can we like,” Winnie leaned against a wall, breathing hard, “Pause for a second? My legs feel like jelly!”

“Yeah,” Harper nodded, plopping down onto the ground in front of them, “Just for a bit.”

Winnie passed an apple to Harper, who passed some kind of weird drink to them in return.

“Tastes weird,” Winnie said, “What does it do again?” They examined the copper-coloured bottle, but it had no label.

“It’s called an Elixir,” Harper tossed aside her apple core, “It like, refreshed your attack power.”

“Cool,” Winnie nodded, and chugged the rest, wrinkling their nose at the tangy taste.

“What you up to?” Winnie asked as they sat down the now empty bottle. Harper, who held the half-unfolded Wonder Map in her talons, looked at them.

“Checking to see if we’re close to the lost Pokemon,” she replied. “When we’re on the right floor, it’s supposed vibrate, but I just want to make sure.”

The pair sat in silence for a moment. Harper studied the map, brow furrowed, and Winnie leaned forward to examine it as well.

“Did you say that Guilds do this kind of work?” they said, “Like, rescuing Pokemon and stuff?”

“Uh, yeah,” Harper nodded, looking away from her work for a moment, “Usually, they also look for treasure and stuff too.”

“Must’ve cleared this place out then,” Winnie leaned back against the wall, “Haven’t found anything cool yet.”

“Usually the coolest stuff is in the end of the dungeon,” Harper shrugged, “Though, once I did find a treasure chest in the middle of this weird room in a dungeon,” she laughed, “All that was in it was a ribbon!”

“Aw, that sucks!” Winnie replied, “Find anything else cool?”

Harper paused, glancing around as if to see if anyone was listening. Then, she leaned in, and leapt into stories about her time at Clarity Guild. She was vague, at the beginning, but as the pair began to walk again, she became more animated. A light of excitement grew in her eyes, one that Winnie hadn’t noticed before. They waited until Harper had finished recounting a daring rescue of an ancient artifact to pose their question.

“You seem to really like exploring and stuff,” they said.

“Hah, yeah,” Harper looked at the ground, grinning, “I liked finding new places, new things. That’s what’s so cool about jobs like this, even the ones where you have to rescue someone. You never know what’s you’re gonna find.”

“That sounds really fun,” Winnie agreed, “The human world isn’t like that, not really. Everything’s already been found, and it’s too dangerous to go exploring, because we don’t have cool powers and attacks like you guys.” They thought back to their old job as a cashier, and to all the boring and meaningless work they had done. “What I wouldn’t give to work for a Guild!”

Harper nodded, and cleared her throat. Remembering Harper’s odd behavior when they had first meant, and Rikal and Anais’s mention of Harper’s past at the guild, Winnie frowned. What had been so bad about Harper’s old job to make her so scared to go back? Before they could pose the question, Harper gasped and looked at her bag.

“Oh--the map just buzzed!” Harper pulled out the tablet, and her eyes widened. “Oh, the lost Pokemon is on the floor below us!”

“Really?” Winnie shuffled closer, squeezing past the smaller Pokemon to the other side of the corridor. Harper was pointed at a notification in the growing map of the floor, one that said:

“Un-identified individual ahead on BF9!”

“That must mean the stairs are ahead too,” Harper pointed down the corridor past Winnie, and shoved past without waiting. “Let’s hurry.”

Winnie followed Harper into the next room, and up the stairs. The Archen was silent now, eyes wide but determined. A thought crossed Winnie’s mind: what if the lost Pokemon had gotten into trouble after making it this far? Then, the spinning transition from floor to floor ceased, and Winnie found themself next to Harper in a new room.

“There they are!” Harper exclaimed.

At first, Winnie thought the tan-and-cream furry form on the ground was some kind of stuffed animal. Then, it raised it’s bedraggled, long-furred head and with wide, green eyes stared at them.

“A-are you a rescue team?” the Pokemon whispered. Winnie realized that this was a child.

“Oh no, are you okay?” Winnie rushed to the child’s side, and managed to get a better look at them. They resembled a fox, with a tail as fluffy as their body, and a mane of sorts around their neck. One ear was flopped over, and the child’s face was dusty and woebegone. Thankfully, as Winnie approached, the child sat up, eyes brightening.

“How did you get all the down here?” Winnie fretted, “Are you hurt?”

“I fought my way here,” the Eevee - Winnie recalled the name of the species, finally-- said, “But I couldn’t get out...I think I got knocked out.”

The Eevee put a paw on the ground and then winced, raising it back to the air. Oran berries were good for healing, Winnie remembered. As they began to search their bag for the blue fruit, Harper approached from behind, a tremble in her voice.

“Knocked out by what?”

As if to answer her question, there was a low rumble. Winnie snapped their head up, just in time to see Harper lift her foot to reveal an odd, discolored tile.

“A Pokemon Trap!” Harper whined.

In an instant, Winnie found themself surrounded on all sides. With a squawk of terror, Harper leapt backwards into Winnie, and in front of the Eevee.

“A monster house!” Harper exclaimed, “Winnie, make sure the kid doesn’t get hurt!”

Winnie closed the gap between themself and Harper, realizing with dread that there had to be more than ten enemies here.

“I-I remember,” The Eevee’s voice was tight with fear, “I got knocked out by all them!”

“What do we do?” Winnie whispered as the ring of enemies circled in.

“I don’t know, oh stars!” Harper rummaged through her bag, tossing items out in her haste, “I don’t see any escape orbs?”

“Uh, use the badge!” Winnie exclaimed, “Anais said it could be used to escape, right?!”

“What--I can’t use it!” Harper replied, snapping to face Winnie. “I can only use it in emergencies!”

“This isn’t an emergency?” Winnie shouted, and the Eevee behind them whimpered. The Pokemon were feet in front of the trio now. From somewhere in the crowd, a shower of rocks hit the wall above them.

The Eevee screamed. Winnie prepared an attack, and Harper stiffened, raising her wings.

Then, there was a bright flash of light. It was as if they were caught in a wind tunnel: they tumbled, head over hooves, hearing Harper’s shrieks of terror, and feeling the Eevee’s furry tail smack their side. Winnie saw a flash of red and green, and caught scent of something floral and sweet--and then, the trio landed in a tangle of feathers, fur, and hooves on the grass.

It took a moment for Winnie to get their bearings. Then, as they detangled themself from Harper, they realized they were on grass. There wasn’t any grass in that dungeon.

“What the--” Harper hopped to her feet, still poised to strike. “What happened?”

“We’re out of the dungeon,” Winnie said, looking wildly around to see their savour, “Harper, you didn’t do that?”

“No, I didn’t have anything--” Harper replied.

“Ow,” a squeak came from at Winnie’s feet, “That hurt.”

The Eevee was sprawled out on the ground, a paw on their head.

“Oh, are you okay?” Winnie extended a hoof, but withdrew it when the Eevee righted themself without assistance. The child looked herself over, and got to her paws with an experimental stretch.

“I’m okay…” they said. Winnie noticed they looked much less scruffy now, fur clean and free of mud. Had they been healed by the same force that had rescued them and Harper from the dungen? Winnie realized that they, too, felt replenished and energized.

“That was weird,” Harper said. “Look, I think we’re on the other side of the dungeon!”

She was right: this didn’t look at all like the entrance to the dungeon. Winnie felt as if they were any more confused, they might lose their mind, so they turned to the Eevee.

“All that weirdness aside,” Winnie said, “I’m glad you’re okay! You must have been really strong to get so far in alone.”

Instead of looking pleased by the praise, the Eevee averted their gaze and shuffled their paws. They murmured something inaudibly, and looked back up at the two.

“Are you a rescue team?”

“No,” Harper answered before Winnie even opened their mouth, “Just lone explorers.”

“I’m Winnie, and she’s Harper,” Winnie extended a hand in greeting, “We just saw that you were in trouble and decided to help.”

“Thank you,” the child dipped her head, and seemed to mull over something, wrinkling their muzzle and twitching their ear. Then, they looked up at Winnie with wide, nervous eyes.

“Do you know where I can find a rescue team?”

Winnie glanced at Harper, who had an odd look on her face. She opened her beak, closed it, and then sighed.

“Why?”

The Eevee was silent for a few moments, looking as nervous as Harper. Then, they answered.

“My name is Cassander. I need to go to Clarity Guild, and I need to find my brother, Lyre the  Jolteon. Can you help me?”

[mandeebobandee]

A Brief History of Virgil, Part 2

I didn’t realize I’d be doing this, but then an idea for another blurb hit me yesterday and I had to run with it. There may be more after this. There will hopefully be more after this? I dunno, we’ll see.

TW - Detailed depictions of anxiety, lots of Virgil angst, foreboding messages, mentions of Deceit and how his actions have impacted Virgil mentally

Also you might notice that there are many Patton comments in here similar to ones he’s made in videos. =P

Virgil still wasn't sure what to make of this bizarre turn in his life. Admittedly, most others wouldn't consider making a friend outside of their older brother's social circle a big deal. Another way that Virgil didn't fit in with most of his peers. No big surprises there. Patton Wright was Virgil's..friend. Best friend? Virgil wanted to let himself believe it to be the case. Patton was certainly Virgil's best friend (though that wasn't a difficult feat to accomplish when Patton was his only friend), but the thought of Patton considering someone like Virgil to be his best friend? That was laughable. Patton was an absolute sweetheart, and though Virgil was finally starting to spend more time with him outside of Care of Magical Creatures, he figured that Patton had to have a large group of friends back in Hufflepuff. Surely someone else was more worthy of the title of Patton's best friend. Because they belonged to two separate houses, Virgil and Patton had to find a "neutral", so to speak, place to hang out and study together. On one particular day, it was an empty classroom. As the two of them were studying, a quiet place would be conducive to their success. So would a clear mind. He'd felt strange for most of the day, but it was a peculiar sort of strange. It was normal for Virgil's heart to race, or for his chest to tighten, or for his hands to start shaking uncontrollably. When it grew bad enough, he could honestly say that he felt like he was going to pass out. That wasn't to say that it was pleasant by any means, but it was normal. Something was off. He couldn't say what, but something was wrong, and.. "Virgil?" That was Patton's voice. Oh, right. He was supposed to be studying with Patton. Patton was talking to him. Virgil looked in the direction of Patton's voice. This simple task was more challenging than it ought to be. He couldn't seem to focus on anything, but not because his thoughts were moving too fast for him to catch them. It was the opposite effect - Everything in him felt slower than it ought to be, while the rest of the world continued moving forth at its regular speed. "Unnnnnngh.." "VIRGIL!" Virgil nearly fell out of his chair. "Jeez Patton, the hell was that for?" Huh, that was bizarre. Virgil realized that the fog that previously encompassed his mind was all but gone. Just like that. And all it took was Patton yelling his na- ..why was Patton looking at him like that? It reminded him of..Virgil's entire being stiffened. No. No. It couldn't be.. "Patton, are you alright?" Patton was staring at him as if he'd never looked at him properly before. "You..shouted and your voice was all cold and hard and you.." Virgil rose to his feet and turned, headed for the door. His legs wobbled beneath him but he just needed to make it to the hallway. "Virgil..was that..I think you may have just made a prophecy! I think you may be a Seer!" Virgil was less than three feet away from the door when his legs collapsed beneath him and he fell into a heap on the floor. "VIRGIL!" It hurt to hear Patton yelling like that, to know that he was hurting Patton just as he'd hurt his mother, his father, everyone he came in contact with.. "Virgil you're shaking like a leaf. Here, lemme help you kidd-" "Patton stop. You don't have to pretend." Virgil couldn't handle it any more. He knew Patton was a kindhearted young man willing to help just about anyone, but Virgil could hear a slight tremor in Patton's voice. He was scared. Why wouldn't he be?" "Pretend?" "Patton, I know you're scared of me, I can hear it in your voice. You don't have to stay here. You're a good person, Pat, but you don't have to, not if it's going to hurt-" He saw Patton kneel next to him in his peripheral vision. "..you're right, Virgil. I am afraid." Virgil bit down on his lip. It was for the best this way, but it felt as though someone had not only taken a knife and shoved it into his gut but gave it a rough twist for good measure. To think that he'd actually thought he could have friends, true friends? "But I'm not afraid of you, Virgil. I'm afraid for you." ..what? For the first time, Virgil looked Patton square in the face. He searched every nook and cranny, but saw none of the fear he'd seen etched on his parents' faces years before, after his prophecy. He saw concern. "I don't want anything to happen to my dark strange son after all! You're my best friend!" "..what?" Patton's smile faltered at that. It was barely perceptible, but Virgil always had been more observant than most. It came with the territory of being in such a hyper-vigilant state so much of the time. "I mean, I consider you MY best friend, you don't have to consider me your best friend if you don't want to.." Virgil actually managed a chuckle at that. "Patton, stop it. You're starting to sound like me. You're the best friend I could ever ask for. I just don't think you..I mean there's gotta be someone you're closer to in Hufflepuff.." "Oh, I have lots of friends in Hufflepuff. But you're something special." Well. What did one even say in response to an admission like that? "You don't deserve to have someone like me as a best friend." This time Patton's smile gave way entirely. "I will not have anyone talking about my best friend in that way." "Patton, why do you think everyone calls me Anxiety? It's because I scare people. I'm dark, I'm mysterious, I don't like letting people close to me, I go into weird trances and have weird visions and I'm-" "Virgil, breathe." Huh. It wasn't until Patton told him to breathe that Virgil realized just how fast he was talking and just how out of breathe he actually was. Were it not for Patton's intervention, he likely would have spiraled into a panic attack. How embarrassing. "You have flaws. Everyone has flaws. Pobody's nerfect." There was a pause, as if Patton was deliberately waiting for Virgil to get the joke..and Patton wasn't disappointed, as Virgil started to smile in spite of himself. "So what if you're a Seer? I think that's pretty neat." Virgil rolled his eyes. "It's not. It's just another way I scare the living daylights out of people. My mom can't even look at me the same anymore, not since I predicted her brother nearly getting killed in a duel. My brother's right, I'm just Anxiety, that's all I'm good for giving to other people." "No." Patton's 'no' was so forceful that Virgil had to do a double take. He'd never seen Patton so stern, so serious in his life. "You are Virgil. You're good for more than scaring others. And..your brother really said that? I don't know that much about Seers myself, but my friend Logan does, and he says that when they fall into a trance they completely lose all sense of what's going on around them. You can't control it any more than you can control breathing, and other people shouldn't..your brother really said that about you? I..I wanna fight him." "Patton, no!" "Like I said, no one talks about my best friend like that!" It worried Virgil that Patton actually looked serious, so he figured that a change of subject was in order. He was flattered that Patton apparently cared for him that much, but he knew how nasty his brother could be and he did not want Patton to fall victim to his brother's wiles. "..yeah, my brother can be kind of a dick sometimes." He spoke in a quiet tone, peering around almost as if he expected Lionel to jump out from behind a chair and curse him that very moment. "But please, Virgil, try not to beat yourself up over something you can't control. I know it can be scary..I was scared when you made that prophecy, but only because I wasn't sure what was going on! Besides, the prophecies may be scary, but think about it this way - Something good could come out of them! You could prevent something bad from happening!" ..Virgil had never thought of it that way. He still did not consider his Seeing ability a gift by any means, and might never reach that point. But the thought that he might actually be able to bring something positive out of this ability, that he might be able to prevent any doom or gloom that he brought into the world with his words..that actually made him breathe easier. "You might even say that you're one savvy Sybil..Trelawney." Virgil finally gave in, letting loose a fit of laughter in a mixture of amusement and relief. He hadn't scared Patton off. Patton actually said a good many things to help him. Patton considered Virgil his best friend. Patton, the King of Puns, was even making puns based on Virgil's Seeing ability. It took the Slytherin a moment or so to regain his composure, but once he did, he realized that he was still missing one rather vital piece of the puzzle. "Patton..if I made a prophecy, what did I say?" Patton chewed on his lips and looked to the side, hesitantly. That wasn't a good sign. "I believe it went something like.. 'A powerful darkness hides within Hogwarts. The only thing necessary for the triumph of darkness is that those within the light do nothing. Innocent blood will be spilt. A powerful darkness hides within Hogwarts..'" Virgil swallowed past a sudden lump in his throat. And to think, he'd been starting to feel better..

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🐰 💗 🐹 🌠 👀 🌟 🎁 💙 🐇 🌻 ⚡️ 🌺 ☁️🐬 🍄 😣 💥 🌷 🐶 👑 📚 🎀 🎬 🐼

🐰 what is one secret that you’ve never told anyone?part of me believes I don’t deserve long term consistent contentment and thus will never attain it, coupled with my apparent inability to maintain lasting romantic relationships, I often wonder whether I’m ultimately unloveable on a long term scale.💗 if you could hug anyone, who would it be? the girl reading this (meme’d) there are friends I’d like to hug right now I suppose. 🐹 what are some of your favourite Pokémon and why?Hitmonchan, babeyyyyyy. 🌠 if you were in charge of the world, what would the world look like?Clean energy, basic income, fantastical inventions and a lot less struggling👀 what was the most recent vivid dream that you had?They’ve been kinda scattered lately. Last night was something about a japanese school, but everyone spoke russian?🌟 what do you like about yourself? (must choose at least 3 things!)I’m pretty good at talking, I have a pretty high reading comprehension, and I am good at giving gifts🎁 what never fails to make you happy?the girl reading this (double meme’d)A few of my friends, being able to relax and work on a hobby. Sometimes some of these things don’t work, but I dunno, is it even possible to have something that always makes you happy?💙 what annoys you about some people? Inability to understand boundaries when told, and when they treat others with an obvious lack of empathy🐇 what do you always daydream about?I actually can’t see this emoji on my pc, but I’m guessing its this once since its the first one past the last question that I can’t see. I have a lot of daydreams, sometimes its about dumb stuff like romance or looking cool, sometimes its more fantastical like superpowers and quests, sometimes its stories I’m writing, sometimes it all overlaps.🌻 if you could change 3 things about the world what would you change? less guns, more responsibility when it comes to parenting, voting day should be a holiday, i dunno⚡️ if you had any superpower, what would it be and why?I like super speed a lot, especially at high levels with the bullet time and whatnot. Maybe teleportation, I think about both of those a lot. Flight too. I think powers that increase personal freedoms appeal a lot.🌺 which languages do you know? which do you want to learn?I only really know english, I used to know a fair bit of latin, and I know random utility words from a few other languages, but yeah, I only know english. I feel like I should learn spanish, and I want to learn japanese. I’d also like to learn russian, korean, chinese, french, and german.☁️ talk about your dream universe.I’m not sure how to interpret this. There are a couple ways.1. the universe that tends to manifest in my dreams? It rains a lot, there’s a strange Dream Tumblr that seems consistent in all the dreams it appears in. I have some level of magic abilities or superpowers, I might be married or dating? I’ve been stabbed a few times, there are spooky possessed artifacts, time travel occurs regularly, I have several houses. 2. An ideal universe? We as a species are united, and making contact with friendly aliens, technology has advanced incredibly, homelessness and poverty among our species is eradicated. Robots are people too. 3. One of the universes I write in? Too many not enough space here. Feel free to ask about them in private chat haha. 🐬 if you could transform into any animal/magical creature, what would you be and why?a crow or raven would be neat🍄 talk about someone/something you really dislikeI dunno, I don’t like a lot of things that are happening in the world, there’s a lot. On a personal level, I try not to  dislike interests actively. 😣 talk about some things that have been making you depressed/angry/anxious latelyI don’t really know what I’m doing, I go back and forth between feeling content and lonely, I worry that I won’t be able to learn to drive, I’m worried I won’t be able to register for classes in time, I worry about my parents staying healthy, I worry about my oldest cat’s health. I’m nervous I won’t ultimately be successful in life, or be given the opportunity to prove myself, or that I’ll be unable to make that opportunity for myself.💥 what are some unpopular opinions that you have?I feel like in some crowds some of my political ideas are, I think basic income is necessary going into the future, and I think guns should be more regulated. In general, I think people should let certain things go, or understand that mistakes are made almost constantly by everyone everywhere, and that sometimes you can just forgive someone for being misinformed or clumsy. 🌷 what’s your mbti personality and why do you think it suits you?I go back and forth between ENFJ and ENFP. I took it again a couple days ago since this came up with a group of friends, so currently I guess its ENFP. I think its pretty fitting, I tend to have lots of ideas, and pay very close attention to other peoples needs and actions. I tend to over analyze them too. 🐶 send me 3 fictional people and I’ll choose my favourite!uhhh, I think you need to send me the people for this one to actually work haha👑 who are your favourite celebrities and why? I’ve been into marvel lately so probably RDJ and Tom Holland. Cumberbatch seems like a stand up guy too. 📚 share 3 books that you love and your favourite quote from them.this is hard there’s a lot: “It was as if this night were only one of thousands of nights, world without end, night curving into night to make a great arching line of which I couldn’t see the end, a night in which I roamed alone under cold, mindless stars” - Interview With The Vampire“Holy shit," I breathed. "Hellhounds.""Harry," Michael said sternly. "You know I hate it when you swear.""You're right. Sorry. Holy shit," I breathed, "heckhounds.” - The Dresden Files: Grave Peril“Let's be friends based on mutual hate.” - Scott Pilgrim & The Infinite Sadness🎀 what’s your fashion sense like?uhhhhhh garbage. Right now its tshirts and tight jeans and jackets with the sleeves rolled up. Sometimes its plaid and paisley and jackets that look like indian rugs. Every day I wake up and a little chaos imp dresses me with dark magic.🎬 what are some of your favourite films?This is hard there’s a lotScott Pilgrim Vs The World, Kung Fu Hustle, Spider-Man: Homecoming (really pretty much all the marvel movies), and thats all that come to mind for top favorites right now🐼 if you could meet anyone, who would it be and why?I dunno, my soulmate, you know, get that one out of the way. Unless I already know them, then I just wasted my genie wish. Uhhh. lets go with like a famous person or something, Obama? no wait, Gordon Ramsay? I dunno. RDJ? NPH? Third famous person with three initials? Question too hard ask again later.

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After two weeks of near constant flirtation with Nicole, Waverly was finally having the redhead over for dinner and a playdate with Goob. To say she was nervous would be the understatement of her life.

She buzzes about the apartment, making sure everything is neat and tidy for when Nicole comes to visit, even going as far as making sure goob’s cage was clean and smelling fresh, despite her cleaning it earlier in the week.

“I think we’re all set,” Waverly says as she sits next to the cage, watching Goob nibble on a carrot in the corner. “I’m having someone over that you might remember, maybe not, I’m not really sure what goes on in your little.”

Goob pauses his chewing to look at Waverly for a moment before scurrying into his wheel right before the a knock sounds through the air. “Oh, she’s early,” Waverly hums, getting up to answer the door, finding a smiling Nicole on the other side, holding a bag of take out. “Hey.”

“Hey yourself,” Nicole hums as she walks into the room, eyes immediately drawn to the elaborate cage in the living room. “Wow, is that all for one little mouse?”

Waverly chuckles softly as she shuts the door, shrugging her shoulders a bit. “I might have went a little over board, but I’ve been looking into getting him some siblings, but his vet recommended getting him neutered first, so I don’t know when that will happen,” she replies, grabbing some glasses from the cupboards.

“Hm, does he get lonely?” Nicole asks, making herself comfortable on the couch, setting the take out on the coffee table.

“Not really, or at least he hasn’t showed any signs of it,” Waverly says as she brings them both a glass of soda, sitting beside Nicole. “I asked the vet about when to look out for and so far he’s been okay.”

“That’s good,” Nicole murmurs, turning to watch Goob run on his wheel. “Can’t believe this is the little mouse I rescued a month ago.”

“Yeah, he’s gotten pretty big,” Waverly smiles, watching Nicole poke a finger into the cage, wiggling it in the mouse’s general direction. “I can take him out after we eat if you want and you can give him a treat.”

“Really?” Nicole replies, turning to face Waverly with a huge grin on her face. “Oh man, that’ll be so awesome!”

Waverly giggles at that, shaking her head a bit as she hands over one of the take out containers. “You’re the one who caught him, why are you so excited about feeding him?”

The redhead shrugs as she shoves a rather large piece of sesame chicken into her mouth. “I dunno, jus’ fink is cool,” she mumbles around the mouth full of food, making Waverly’s brows furrow.

“Please never talk with your mouth full, ever again,” Waverly says sternly before taking a bite o her own food, staying quiet as she chews.

“Sorry,” Nicole replies sheepishly, ducking her head a bit as she cuts the pieces of chicken into much more manageable bites.

There is little conversation as they continue eating, though the silence is not uncomfortable, in fact there was something very soothing about Nicole’s presence in Waverly’s home. Once they were finished and had cleaned up, Waverly made her way over to the door of the cage.

“Goob, I have someone for you to meet,” She coos softly as she scoops the grey mouse up from his perch on top of his food bowl. “This is Nicole, she’s the one who found you.”

“Hey little one,” Nicole breathes out, sticking a finger out for him to sniff. “Gosh, I can’t believe how big you’ve gotten since I found you in the bathroom.”

Waverly smiles softly, watching Goob sniff at Nicole’s fingers before letting out a soft squeak usually reserved for Waverly. “He likes you. Wanna hold him?”

“Y-yeah, that’d be great,” Nicole smiles, holding out her hands. “Oh my gosh, he’s so soft...” she murmurs, watching Goob pad along her hands.

Waverly watched Nicole fawn over the mouse for a few moments before she crouches under his cage, pulling out the small tote she kept the treats in. She hums softly as she pulls out a few yogurt bites for the little guy before standing up.

“Oh, he heard the bag, he knows whats coming,” Waverly chuckles, seeing Goob standing on his hind legs while he sniffs the air. “Here, you can just hand it to him and he’ll grab it,” she says as she hands the little bite over to Nicole.

Nicole is grinning the entire time, from the moment Goob takes the treat from her fingers, to him curling up in her palm to eat it. “You’re so lucky, Waves...”

The sound of her nickname coming from Nicole’s lips does something to Waverly that she can’t quite explain, but her cheeks are flushed and her heart thuds a bit harder and she has to take a moment to collect herself before she starts talking again.

“Why do you say that?” She asks, clearing her throat gently as she watches Nicole stare at the little grey creature.

“You have the cutest little pet ever,” is Nicole’s only reply before she looks up at Waverly, her amber eyes twinkling. “I dunno, I wanted to bring my cat with me this year but the apartments don’t allow cats ever since they caught those two girls with like twelve of them in their place.”  

“That’s sad, I’m sorry,” Waverly hums, reaching out to stroke Goob’s head. “You’re welcome to come here and visit him whenever you want, we can share him.” she says softly, glancing up to catch Nicole’s gaze once more.

There’s something in the way Nicole’s eyes brighten at the words that has Waverly’s heart thudding hard again and this time she’s not sure she’ll be able to hide the blush crawling up her neck.

“Thanks,” Nicole hums, only looking away when she feels Goob crawling up her arm. “Oh, nope, none of that,” she chuckles, grabbing him gently to reposition him on her hand.

“He just wants to play, he always gets excited after he gets treats,” Waverly smiles, picking up her friend to place him back into the cage.

Sure enough the mouse heads straight for his wheel. “He’s so cute,” Nicole hums, shaking her head a bit.

“Just like you,” Waverly finds herself musing as she pumps some hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing them together absentmindedly.

Nicole snorts softly, following suit, a small smirk on her lips. “You think I’m cute, eh?” She murmurs, her face millimeters away from Waverly’s ear.

Waverly shivers at that, goosebumps raising along her arms. “Very,” Waverly breathes out, biting the inside of her lip.

“That’s good, makes this way less anxiety inducing,” Nicole smirks as she grabs Waverly’s chin gently, tilting her head up slightly. “Can I kiss you?”

Waverly lets out a slightly frustrated chuckle as she stands on her toes, crushing their lips together, her arms sliding over Nicole’s shoulders to bring her closer. Nicole lets out a soft sound as their lips move together, her hands sliding down to settle on Waverly’s hips.

They’re both breathless as they break apart, foreheads pressed together as Nicole lets out a soft laugh, a grin on her lips. “Wow.”

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RANDOM FACTS ABOUT THE MUN.

Repost, not reblog! Tag 6 muns you would like to get to know better when done!

Name: Kaitlyn! Please, for the love of god, never use it.

Nickname: Katy, Kat, variations; (Katydid, Katybug, Kitkat, etc.) But if you wanna call me something else, that’s fine too!

Age: 22! Simultaneously too old and a wee bab, lmao

Faceclaim: Not something I do! I could never pick just one, besides maybe my own face! (I’d thought about using Shuu Iwamine or Rize Kamishiro before, if that says anything haha)

Pronouns: Your highness/My liege She/Her! But “they/them” is good too.

Height: ~5’6”-5’7”; I can’t remember the last time I checked.

Birthday: Poppin’, obviously March 30th.

Aesthetic: Purple and black?? EGNautilus scientists tittering excitedly over adorable or exciting sea creatures. Omnipresent Mountain Dew cans, fast food and colorful kneesocks. 2AM adventures on clear nights in summer that last until dawn starts sending it’s first beams into the sky. Spacey FPS games and cutesy RPG and Pokemon games interspersed throughout. Weathered frames and tired eyes. ROBOTS… I have no idea, man. A lot of things!

Last song you listened to: “The Thief and the Moon” by Shawn James!

Favourite muse(s) you’ve written: kfkjdf. Sixes definitely counts,, Uhh. My first was a canon-divergent Eridan, who I’d played before Act 6 was even close to being a thing! And he was a lot of fun. Accidentally made a “do not that” meme that still sometimes plagues me to this day ldkfdk A dream-bubble/dead Karkat who���d been murdered in his timeline’s Gamzee’s rampage and only had one eye, he was a biiiig favorite. I loved having enough energy for that all; typing that much shittalk??? Was one of the most fun things I’ve ever done in roleplay, holy shit. Entire fucking PAGES of just these absolutely USELESS rants because that nubby little shit had so much passion for it. Fuck. I loved Karkat. A bloodswapped, cobalt-blooded Karkat who was also post-game for a pre-established timeline where trolls and humans co-existed on the same planet(s). He was a Thief of Blood and a massive asshole; at his worst, he was manipulative, isolative, vengeful, restless… But also, he was a really big dork??? He LOOOOOVED spy movies and probably popped boners regularly for Black Widow and James Bond or the Kingsmen. Fucking nerd. He fancied himself a spy; his best friend was a badass hacker, and they’d (F)LARP together as a stereotypical “you hack, I’ll infiltrate” team. Before Earth, he never cared about Christmas, but one year his richass neighbourhood started putting up flashy decorations and he got jealous, so he stole a shitton of them to make his own house look the best. He’s so… So stupid. I love him so much. And of course, jumping off the Homestuck bandwagon; I have Lv/Hadz! My dorky, sadsack pun machine. A (sort of, mostly) secret post-genocide Sans; the Bad Run™ had been reset after completion, but something went wrong, so he remembers it. Still, he’s been running for like, two years now! So he’s had a lot of time to go and bury all that as deeply as monsterly possible lmaooo. He’s distrusting, paranoid, and isolative himself; but he’s probably the most all-around good guy on this list. He just wants to get on with his life and never have to fight anyone ever again, lmfao. I… I also have a few OCs, but you’ll have to pry those out of my cold, dead hands. … Carefully. With lots of reassurance. (I’m very shy…)

What inspired you to take on your current muse (that you are posting this on): I like… Undertale. And I like Underfell enough that once the idea was presented to me, my mind kinda ran away with it, haha. It started with Hopper, my weird UF Sans! But it feels like every time I approach the AU I have slightly different ideas for it, pfft. I guess with Sixes, I wanted to step away from the skeletons for awhile! I was really excited about messing with Mettaton for it, because I… Really liked listening to the radio for awhile, haha. I thought it’d be kind of cool if instead of being really excited to be seen flaunting himself across a television set, he wasn’t so happy with how he turned out physically, and made his influence a little less directly visible. It fit in well with the seemingly common theme of conflict in Underfell, and things just really exploded from there! It’s hard to summarize in just a few short words. That said, Sixes probably wouldn’t have a blog at all if it wasn’t for tumblr user wibler’s- Sixes’ Sans!- mun coaxing me into giving it a shot! She has a lot of faith in my creative abilities. I dunno what I’d do without her support through the past few years, heheh. She’s neat.

What are your favourite aspects of your current muse: LOUD ANGRY ROBOT LMFAO Shit though, I dunno! I like writing a character who goes through the bipolar disorder motions, the manics and the depressives. I love watching him go hot and cold on characters as he flipflops through his impulses and subsequent regrets. I love that in his timeline, everyone knows him while he himself actually… Hardly knows anyone at all. He’s made himself untrustworthy, and in turn doesn’t trust anyone, either, so he hardly ever opens up beyond… You know. Angry screaming, or shameless flirting and flattery, ignoring personal space bubbles… I love that his Sans being absent kind of smacked him on the nose, because that was someone he was actually making a connection with, but tried to play it off like Sans was just another moment in his life so he kind of treated him like a dick lmao. Deadass knew the poor little dude had anxiety issues and scared him on purpose, made joking death threats, joked about flirting with his shittyass brother… Sixes was such a prick. Fuck. And he realizes that! And after ditching his family just to have a cataclysmic fallout with his other BFF, Alphys, Sans disappearing… It’s something he blames himself for. It kind of sobered him up a little to the way his actions affect people. AND DESPITE EVERYTHING, HE STILL USES HIS CAMERAS (THAT HE STOLE FROM ALPHYS IN A PETTY FIT) SCATTERED ACROSS THE UNDERGROUND AND HIS SHITTY TRAP ROOMS IN HOTLAND TO PUBLICALLY HUMILIATE RANDOM CITIZENS IN A WIPEOUT-ESQUE PODCAST ON THE UNDERNET. At least that assholitude earns him money, though! Fuck. I also reaaallly love how different AUs bring out different aspects of his character, but that’s a rant for another time or place! Hoo. I dunno, man. I could go on about Sixes for like, ever. He’s a really fun muse.

What’s your biggest inspiration when it comes to writing: I’m… I’m not even gonna lie, a lot of it is the positive feedback lmao. I don’t, uh. Do much these days, creatively or recreationally speaking, and I don’t really have a lot of friends IRL… Er, any, actually, if you’re only counting closehand. All my friends live hundreds of miles away, and it sucks. But this is… Simultaneously social and creative. I get to talk to people, and make friends, and toss creativity back and forth with people, and it’s really fulfilling. I love to be a part of other people’s creative processes! I love seeing what other people do with THEIR characters, and when we all??? Interact??? Mother of God, it’s such a treat! Everyone’s so creative and impressive and inspiring… And hearing/seeing us all go back and forth about what we admire in each other… I’m pretty happy with just being a part of writing, and telling other people that I love what they do! But every now and then it comes back around to me in little ways, and it feels really special. It’s hard to imagine anyone liking my stuff past a “they’re pretty cool I guess, yeah” sentiment, despite my glittering impression of a lot of the writers in the community; so when someone DOES say they like my stuff, even just by saying they like a drawing, or like the way I described something, I go OFF THE WALL LMAO. Straight up dissolve and slip through the floorboards a la Gaster style with how lovely it feels. Shucks… And, you know. Watching characters develop in general- whether they be mine or not- is really fulfilling and inspiring. A good cycle.

Favourite types of threads: Anything that feels meaningful! I love it when two characters make any kind of connection, despite the context. That said, typically “angst” and “fluff” style threads are a big favorite, but there has to be, like… you know. Meaning to it. It feels really… I dunno, cardboardy to just throw a muse into a woodchipper for no particular reason just to have them drag themselves to another muse begging for help or to have a chance to explain some kind of deep, edgy feeling or story. Baseless fluff has a lot more wiggle room lmao, but that can get really monotonous really quick if something more significant fails to spark somewhere along the line. Just so long as something’s getting achieved somehow, I guess! If it feels like nothing’s changed between the two at the end of the thread, it feels really unfulfilling and hollow.

Biggest struggle in regards to your current muse: URRRGH. IMPLEMENTING THE RADIO SHOW/PODCAST THING… On one hand, Sixes has kind of collected the idea that the multiverse is a very indifferent place towards the goings-on within his timeline! And, he supposes, that that suits him fine. Hurts his pride a little, but it’s something he’s just going to curl up and lick his wounds for, pfft. But still! I wish I knew how to make it a little more obvious and prominent- The same could go for his growing industry, too! I guess I’ve just been jobless too long to really have a feel for it like I should, oof… Additionally, drawing him is reALLY HARD… He’s in his classic box form most of the time because he’s really insecure about his EX form, and yet I draw his EX form more than anything because the box is frustrating to draw??? And despite it all, I’m still not sure I’m terribly happy with how his EX form looks!!! He’s supposed to be a little closer to a NEO design than initially planned, as Alphys fully intended him to be a KILLING MACHINE from the start without telling him! But he caught on early on, and they kind of bullied each other into compromising a bunch of things until he was just this “hideous” mess that neither of them were terribly happy with… So, you know. The indecision carried over to me too, evidently! Ugh.

Tagged by: nah! Just stole it was all. (from slobbyseconds/coolskeletonsdontcry forever ago, but just got around to now. kfjf)

Tagging: Anyone who wants to! @ me back if you do it, though; I love reading these things!

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1: How tall or short do you wish you were? I’m good with my height.2: What’s your dream pet? (Real or not) One of those bear hunting dogs.3: Do you have a favorite clothing style? Loose and soft.4: What was your favorite video game growing up? Pokemon Emerald5: What three things/people do you think of most each day: My friend from Arizona, my writing, and general story ideas.6: If you had a warning label, what would yours say? Uber awkward.7: What is your opinion on [insert person/thing here]? [insert person/thing here] is the worst thing ever8: What is your Greek personality type? [Sanguine, Phlegmatic, Choleric, or Melancholic] Melancholic9: Are you ticklish? Yes10: Are you allergic to anything? Pollen, and a specific brand of allergy medicine.11: What’s your sexuality? Heterosexual12: Do you prefer tea, coffee, or cocoa? Cocoa.13: Are you a cat or dog person? Dog.14: Would you rather be a vampire, elf, or merperson? Vampire, so I can wear a cape.15: Do you have a favorite Youtuber? Hat Films.16: How tall are you? 6′1″17: If you had to change your name, what would you change it to? Vladimir.18: How much do you weigh? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] 31719: Do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Yes.20: Do you like space or the ocean more? Space.21: Are you religious? Not really.22: Pet peeves? Not soaking dishes before washing them.23: Would you rather be nocturnal or diurnal [opposite of nocturnal]? Nocturnal24: Favorite constellation? Uh... big dipper?25: Favorite star? North star I guess?26: Do you like ball-jointed dolls? I think they’re neat27: Any phobias or fears? Spiders and bugs in general28: Do you think global warming is real? Yes, though I’m unsure how much is natural and how much is man-made.29: Do you believe in reincarnation? Eh... I don’t think its impossible.30: Favorite movie? Superman vs The Elite31: Do you get scared easily? Yes32: How many pets have you own in your lifetime? 533: Blog rate? [You’ll rate the blog of the one who’s asking.] 11/1034: What is a color that calms you? White, reminds me of my bed.35: Where would you like to travel and/or live? Hmm... Italy would be interesting to visit.36: Where were you born? Indiana37: What is your eye color? Green38: Introvert or extrovert? Introvert39: Do you believe in horoscopes and zodiacs? Not really, but they’re neat.40: Hugs or kisses? Hugs41: Who is someone you would like to see/visit right now? My friend from Arizona... or kara, so I can “thank” her for sending this to me.42: Who is someone you love deeply? My dog43: Any piercings you want? No.44: Do you like tattoos and piercings? Tattoos yes, piercings no.45: Do you smoke or have you eiver done so? Once. It sucked.46: Talk about your crush, if you have one! ... My friend from Arizona. We’ve talked for a long time, and every time it always makes me super happy. She’s funny, kind, a bit goofy... She’s very memorable and its hard not to think of her.47: What is a sound you really hate? A train braking48: A sound you really love? A fan blowing49: Can you do a backflip? No50: Can you do the splits? No51: Favorite actor and/or actress? Nicholas Cage52: Favorite movie? Superman vs the elite... again53: How are you feeling right now? Annoyed at this length of this.54: What color would you like your hair to be right now? Brown, which it is.55: When did you feel happiest? When I’m talking to my friend from Arizona.56: Something that calms you down? Drawing.57: Have any mental disorders? [Only ask this if you know the user doesn’t mind!] Autism.58: What does your URL mean? A bear that is ghostly.59: What three words describe you the most? Big, quiet, smile.60: Do you believe in evolution? Yes.61: What makes you unfollow a blog? When they annoy more often than they post neat stuff.62: What makes you follow a blog? Neat stuff, like art.63: Favorite kind of person: People who can do their damn jobs.64: Favorite animal(s): Dogs65: Name three of your favorite blogs. karawaltersuniverse, puublack, candygarnet66: Favorite emoticon: :D67: Favorite meme: I lived, Bitch68: What is your MBTI personality type? Dunno, don’t feel like doing the test.69: What is your star sign? Cancer, I think.70: Can your dog roll over on command, if you have a dog? No, she can sit tho71: What outfit out of all your clothes do you like to wear the most? Work pants, loose T-shirt72: Post a selfie or two? No.73: Do you have platform shoes? Nope, don’t need ‘em74: What is one random but interesting fact about yourself? I once had a swing set fall on my head and I didn’t get a concussion75: Can you do a front flip? No76: Do you like birds? Yes77: Do you like to swim? Yes78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you? Swimming79: Something you wish didn’t exist: Assholes80: Some thing you wish did exist: Pokemon81: Piercings you have? Noone82: Something you really enjoy doing: Writing83: Favorite person to talk to: Karawaltersuniverse.84: What was your first impression of Tumblr? Weird, obsessed with social justice.85: How many followers do you have? 17986: Can you run a mile within ten minutes? No87: Do your socks always match? No88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely? Nope.89: What are your birthstones? Ruby90: If you were an animal, which one would you be? Cat, so I can sleep all day.91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be? Peony92: A store you hate? Target.93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day? None94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds? Fly.95: Do you like to wear camo? No.96: Winter or summer? Winter97: How long can you hold your breath for? I dunno.98: Least favorite person? Annoying coworkers.99: Someone you look up to: This sounds cliche, but Leonardo Da Vinci.100: A store you love? Kroger101: Favorite type of shoes Boots102: Where do you live? Indiana103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why? No.104: What is your favorite mineral or gem? Ruby105: Do you drink milk? Yes.106: Do you like bugs? No.107: Do you like spiders? No108: Something you get paranoid about? Being gossiped about behind my back.109: Can you draw: Fairly well110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked? Look down five questions.111: A question you hate being asked? This one.112: Ever been bitten by a spider? No113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach? Yes114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days? Cloudy115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now: .... my arizona friend.116: Favorite cloud type: White floofy ones117: What color do you wish the sky was? Orange118: Do you have freckles? No119: Favorite thing about a person: Their hair120: Fruits or vegetables? Fruits121: Something you want to do right now: To be done with this.122: Is the ocean or sky prettier? Sky.123: Sweet or sour foods? Sweets124: Bright or dim lights? Dim.125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature? Ghosts.126: Something you hate about Tumblr: The community.127: Something you love about Tumblr: My friends.128: What do you think about the least? Toast.129: What would you want written on your tombstone? “This isn’t the last you’ll see of me!”130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now? The person who wrote this.131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself? My beard132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures? no133: Computer or TV? Computer134: Do you like roller coasters? No.135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness? No.136: Are your ears lobed or attached? I assume lobed.137: Do you believe in karma? Yes138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are? 3139: What nicknames do you have/have had? Cory, corky, cody, corey, coby, cornbeef, cornbread.140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends? No.141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink? Yes, when I was younger.142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others? I’d hope good.143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help? Giving144: What makes you angry People who can’t do their damn jobs.145: How many languages do you speak fluently? One.146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries? Girls.147: Are you androgynous? No.148: Favorite physical thing about yourself: My hair.149: Favorite thing about your personality: The fact I like to try and see both sides of an issue.150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person. My Arizona friend, Leonardo Da Vinci, and karawaltersuniverse so I can choke her out for making me do this.151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose? Renaissance.152: Do you like BuzzFeed? No.153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.] Ain’t got one.154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons? No.155: Do you like to play with others’ hair? No.156: What embarrasses you? My looks.157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:158: Biggest lie you have ever told: I once said I threw up to get out fo work.159: How many people are you following? 382160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)? 18,641161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)? 32162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)? 17,453163: Last time you cried and why: Couple weeks ago, had a bit of a funk.164: Do you have long or short hair? Short.165: Longest your hair has ever been: Like... two inches?166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon? Neutral167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created? ... Not really. I got shit to worry about.168: Do you like to wear makeup? Nah.169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds? No.170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully? Yes, you fuck.