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parappa-and-lammy · 4 years ago

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Disabled OCs 2: Electric Boogaloo

it’s them, they’re here! Or yknow, a chunk of em. i had a LOT backlogged and there are even more in store i have saved away - the ones here are the most fleshed out!

To start, with who appears to already pique peeps interest:

⬆️ Bumble Bea the flower-capybara!

Most notable is her golden and wild long flowing hair. It has green streaks through it, along with plenty of flowers; some grown by her, and others gathered throughout her life. They’re able to stay alive as long as she keeps them in her mane. Definitely the hippie type, she enjoys being around people and in nature. She is friendly towards everyone, and calls them all some variation of “honey” (hun, honey bun, hun bun..,), she’ll even sometimes pluck a flower to give to you!

Her original dream was to be a rockstar sensation, specializing in psychedelic rock. She even has her own custom guitar (which looks like a bumblebee!). Has hyperthyroidism and fibromyalgia - the chronic pain of which made her decide to retire. She’ll come out to play every so often, just not so extensively as before. For now, she simply hangs out with her family and helps them with their own problems.

⬆️ Lonnie Lop the jerboa-rabbit!

Lonnie is a jokester who doesn’t take much seriously. So much so, he sometimes forgets that some topics are off limits. Barely being an adult, he has trouble judging people, and tends to take things at face value. He’s an overly emotional immature thing at times... but he’s discovered that his family is most important to him.

Lonnie wanted to become an idol more than anything way back when - he had the cuteness, the singing skill, the dancing and everything else! But they had all turned him down, and it’s not really a mystery why. He has a stoma on his abdomen and has a colostomy bag - the most decorated and brightly colored ones are his favorite. He is also borderline anemic and has pica - both of which caused an event that led to him getting the stoma in his childhood.

For now, he simply helps his family out with random little jobs. He looks up to Bumble, who he considers his sister. He still insists on becoming an idol somehow.

⬆️ Otto the otter!

He is a jolly old man with a big heart, and a laugh so loud it shakes the building. Some people might be off-put by his openness, but he’s nothing but sincere. He will always set time aside to listen to whatever problems you may be having, though he isn’t exactly the most intellectual. He’s a lil’ confused but he’s got the spirit.

Otto has epilepsy, along with chronic migraines. All his sons and daughters left the nest and got careers in the technological industry, and he’s nothing but happy for them. But he stays away from screens and such. He’s moreso a man that works with his hands. And he does! Whenever he isn’t in the house with his new found family, he’ll be outside working on a project.

After the passing of his wife and his kids going on to do great things, he’s opened his house up for the ones who have no home. Many people have come to call his house ‘home’ and become part of the family. He fosters kids and helps people feel appreciated when they never have. Bumble came by long ago and is officially part of the family. Lonnie was the first foster kid at his home, and also was the first to be adopted by him.

⬆️ Kato the croco-llope and Lea the sheep-leopard!

Lea has high morality, which many remember her for: she shall never speak ill of someone. Never outwardly be rude or mean to someone. She tends to prioritize helping others over herself, even to the point of bringing harm onto herself. At times like these, usually standoffish Kato will step in and stand up for her. They known each other for a very long time - Kato has known her most of his life, and Lea has known him for over a decade now.

Lea was born deaf and is very adept at ASL and reading lips. Kato lost his arm and eye, has hearing loss in his right ear, among other things, due to something that happened long ago. Despite this, he’s become quite skilled at kung fu - even CCMO has commended him, and request he train others at the dojo alongside him.

The two live at Otto’s Foster Home, with Lea having registered to be the full-time caretaker there. She made Kato go through the training and begrudgingly become registered as well, though he now enjoys it. Lea owns a specialized dulcimer while Kato has and can play his adungu. They’ll play as a duet for the kids sometimes, who always enjoy their little performances.

⬆️ Donna the chameleon-iguana!

She herself has barely any recollection of what she’s like. She remembers slipping away... and then ‘waking up’ in PaRappa Town. after an unpleasant run-in with a certain flower girl, Donna is guided towards the Otto home with the help of a kind rapping dog. She was shaken from the experience still, and simply finds vacancy there.

She wasn’t willing to open up to anyone there, yet finds an unlikely friend in someone called Theo. With his roundabout help and the eventual help of the others who live there, she manages to recover from her past experiences and unlock her past, so that she can finally put her best foot forward.

Donna had untreated juvenile arthritis, and now consequentially has joint damage from it, among other things. She wears loose clothes and has long ties attached to zippers in order to help her move with less strain.

⬆️ Theo the bugbot!

He is an old, cranky, pessimist grump who always has something snarky to say. You’d be lucky if he didn’t directly tell you straight to your face. Doesn’t acquaint much with the other people in the Otto household (where he resides), until he met Donna. They form an unlikely friendship - his abrasive attitude was what she needed to address her problems, and in turn, she helps him be less of an ass.

Congenitally amputated legs, so he attaches large wheels to spurs to get around. He also has pulmonary fibrosis that developed from sarcoidosis. He wears a powerful respirator he had built himself everywhere outside of his room. Hoists oxygen tanks on his back thanks to a vest he designed for himself. Theo also has a sort of addiction to chocolate - the one he wasn’t able to kick. He was very self-destructive in his youth, though he begrudgingly takes better care of himself now.

Theo is talented at home improvement, as can be seen with his assisted living tools. Though he’s embarrassed over it for multiple reasons, he can play the hurdy-gurdy quite well, and does so often when he’s alone in his room. He even played for Donna on one occasion, though he wouldn’t dream of showing the other people in the house his playing skills.

⬆️ Angel the anteater and Cupcake the sugar glider!

Angel was an overachieving student at the college, going for a degree in writing, until the day she became sick with what she thought was the flu. But after weeks of rest, she became worse and worse - and was eventually diagnosed with myalgic encephalomyelitis (commonly known as chronic fatigue syndrome). She joined a support group so as not to be alone during this time. and met Cupcake, who instantly took a liking to her.

Cupcake has Crohn’s disease, and visibility problems due to complications with Crohn’s disease. She had to radically change her diet from before; she eats plenty of honey which helps, but misses cocoa products. The two live together in one dorm, with Cupcake not even hesitating to help Angel with whatever she needs. She always wanted to be a nurse, though she was teaching as Home Ec now.

When Angel inevitably loses her schooling and thus her dorm, the two move in together into Otto’s home. Angel gives what she can by helping the kids with their school curriculum. Cupcake helps her with that, and also teaching the kids other things they need to know. Angel is able to play the harp, while Cupcake plays the harpsichord. They make a fantastic duo, both as a duet and otherwise.

⬆️ Gilly Gary the garden snail!

A boy with the voice of an angel, Gilly was one of the foster kids at Otto’s home before being adopted by a quadruplet slug singing group. They all have a dream of being able to make it big performing all over the world - but until then, they perform at small venues all across PaRappa Town. They’ll sometimes even host fundraisers for homes and institutions that need it.

Though Gilly wants to be a star in the singing world, he doesn’t take much seriously. He just wants to goof off and have fun! He and Lonnie would raise trouble together, seeing as they brought the most mischievous side out of each other.

Gilly had his leg amputated at a young age due to a rapidly spreading infection, and uses Lofstran crutches to support himself. He really doesn’t care, though since he’s a bit of a fashionista (he adores the aesthetic of the mid to late 70s), he won’t EVER cut off a pant leg, and resigns to tucking it in instead. It comes in helpful when trying to sneak stuff into the movie theatre haha funni reference

⬆️ Pekh the wolf-rooster!

This is a cheerful, euphoric man who rises up early every day to greet the sun. He is incredibly happy with himself, and chivalrous - anything he has, he immediately gives to someone else. He already knows he’s glorious, so someone else should have it instead! Though, he isn’t really the sharpest beak on the block. He may be easily confused by something you say, but he’d support you all the way.

His kidneys don’t work very well, and so he gets a dialysis 3 days a week, but takes care of his body otherwise. Why wouldn’t he? He’s the best! On his way to the doctor office, he’ll yodel aloud to himself and everyone around, and will continue while getting the dialysis done. He has an AV fistula in his left arm. He wanted the graft, but the fistula was the better option.

Some people are a bit annoyed by his self-euphoria, but others find it endearing. His family (everyone in the Otto household) see him as a beacon of happiness - Lonnie looks up to him, Theo gets irritated by his bubbliness, while everyone else in the house cheers him on.

And that’s the 2nd round of disabled OCs! I had a blast designing them all. I still have so many more that have yet to be 100% done yet (and i even have the first round to shine up and reintroduce)! I’ll see yall when i put up round 3! These were so exhausting to draww

#parappa the rapper #um jammer lammy #disability #OC #original character #sfw

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yhs--taurtis · 5 years ago

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More monster au stuff!!!

•Taurtis is VERY low maintenance. He is able to eat anything, although usually snacks on dog food cause its cheaper than raw meat Sometimes though, Sam will 'lose' all of the food when he wants to kill someone. After a week of no food, Taurtis is a rabid animal when he eats the corpse. It takes him another week to get him to go to school again

•Grian is a fruit bat vamp! He only snacks on fruits and such, although loves apples and oranges. The smell of blood grosses him out, which is the main thing that led to Taurtis switching from raw to kibble.

•Sam is mainly vegetarian, eating carrots and what not. However, he WILL bare his fangs if need be. Taurtis can attest that an angry bunny is not a scar free experience.

•Chan doesn't. Eat. Sometimes she'll snack on something out of courtesy but she doesn't require the consumption of food. She does, however, love strawberries dipped in blood-chocolate. Its a special treat Taurtis makes her on Valentines day and her birthday

•Back when Salex was alive, she loved sushi!! Her teeth were sharp enough she didn't need to do anything but fucking eat the fish whole. She loved to do it in front of Taurtis bc he became a flustered babe. She specifically liked dangerous fish like Lionfish or Pufferfish because the poison in them could be repurposed into venom for her.

•Yuki, similar to Taurtis, isn't too picky with what she eats. However, unlike him, isn't limited by her options. She's more open to cannibalism thanks to her work in the Mafia, and has indulged in some of Sam's kills. Mainly eats 'human' food because its readily available and less work to prepare compared to killing someone.

•Ellen doesn't have much of a varied meal pallet compared to everyone else thanks to being human. However, their affinity to being a witch has some.... Odd cravings. Spider eyes, bone marrow, owl meat, etc. They don't like to indulge in them, however their eyes do linger.•J eats uh. Not normal shit. Bolts or oil yknow. Sometimes he'll treat himself and give himself something that shocks the shut out of him. He doesn't need to eat all the time so its weird when you see him dump a bucket full of bolts into his mouth during lunch. Just. Don't worry about it.

•Invader, unlike Taurtis, is on a strict meat diet. She eats animals though, and has never nor ever will try human meat. Its very immoral to her, honestly. Eats a lot of beef and pork, and commonly seen biting raw chicken bones in half. crunch crunch

•Thanks to Rowan's position as a teacher he has to eat.... Replacements for human brains. This can range from jello to manmade brains, to even animal brains. He isn't allowed to eat on campus and must be watched by his wife for up to an hour after feeding bc he could go after a student. Its an experience, that's for sure.

•Okami, similar to Chan, doesn't eat. Something abt Adult Moths not eating. However, she does like to snack on maple anything. Its just! Good okay! She'll sometimes bring snacks for her students although they'll usually skip out because she HAS put like. Bugs and such in it.

#monster au #yhs #yandere highschool #yhs sam #yhs grian #yhs taurtis #yhs chan #yhs yuki #yhs j #yhs invader #yhs ellen #yhs salex #yhs rowan #yhs okami #tw food #tw cannibalism #ask to tag

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smile4imagines · 6 years ago

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Could u please write some hcs abt Trevor, Millie, Putunia and Tim Tam (separately please!) hanging out with an older sibling figure?

AHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ABSOLUTELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

we stan kids having loving older siblings 😤😤

Trevor Garbo, Millie, Putunia, and Tim Tam with an older sibling figure!

Trevor Garbo

the cute little brother that makes AWFUL drawings of wolves and furry stuff but like. he put SO much effort into it so you can’t NOT hang it up on the fridge

likes to stay in his siblings room and tell them all about his “super secret wolf powers” while the sibling just kinda sits there nodding along, a bit confused. he also likes to rant about all his crazy conspiracy theories, like the one where he thinks the guy down the street is a vampire? leave the dude alone kid, just because his name rhymes with Transylvania and he doesn’t like going out in the sun doesn’t mean he’s a vampire.

his FAVORITE THING EVER is when they take him out to like, the woods or a field, and play wolves with him. he’s unfortunately kinda seen as a weirdo at school so his sibling is the only one that’ll actually play with him,,, it’s kinda sad but at least someones having fun with him

the wolf games include: hide and seek/chase (”YOU’RE a small, helpless deer, and I’M a big fast hungry wolf!! you gotta hide and when i find you run or else i’ll catch you!”), house (stacking up logs and leaves to build a “cave” or going into an actual cave while he pretends to be the “leader of the pack. you guys bring in stuffed animals and pretend they’re other members of the pack), and Howl (this is one he made up where you have a contest to see who can scream howl the loudest. he always wins by a long shot.)

all this fun stuff aside, there are definitely nights when he just needs someone to really talk to. he knows that he’s weird, he knows that the other kids make fun of him, and it hurts man. he’ll cry into their shoulder for a bit, then to cheer him up they watch his favorite werewolf movies all night trevor is the cutest furry sibling and yknow what? thats valid

Millie

basard time

the WORST younger sister when it comes to trying to beat up the older sibling. unlike petunia, she uses weapons. all of the bats, metal objects, and things that can be held and used as a weapon have been hidden, but she always finds new tactics. don’t worry, she apologizes after! she doesn’t know any better after all, shes like 3

PLAYS PRANKS ALL THE TIME

the sibling always has to check their seat before sitting down because there might be a thumbtack or slime. they always have to open the door and stand back because there might be a bucket of water set up at the top. there are pennies scattered around the house where no penny should be. living is paranoia with this feral child

aside from all that, there’s a reason Millie acts this way. she had it pretty rough when she was ACTUALLY 3, so you kinda have to be there for her. sometimes she’ll go weeks without a prank, only to come into their room, crying into her hands because she just can’t handle all the bad memories she has, and she apologizes for being a nuisance and playing pranks and hitting all the time, but she just can’t help it sometimes!!!! she has so much pent up frustration that she doesn’t know how to deal with!!! they just have to be there to tell her that its ok, i understand, i don’t blame you, until she stops crying. she’ll sleep in their room that night, but in the morning she wakes them up by putting a slug on their face and saying “if you EVER tell ANYONE what happened i SWEAR i’ll like. literally actually put you in the oven and cook you alive, got it?”

she may be an awful gremlin baby sometimes but shes really trying here, just give her some love

Putunia (sorry it’s a little short,, i couldn’t think of much umu)

the little sister that likes to wrestle with her older sibling, even though she’ll probably lose (her sibling lets her win a lot though don’t worry)

LOVES to ride on her siblings shoulders with her cape flying in the wind. she feels like a real superhero now!!!!

her favorite games are making her older sibling dress in a villain costume, then doing a whole routine of taking them down (sometimes even saving a “damsel in distress” thats just a barbie doll tied to a chair with a shoelace)

likes to bust down doors and make her presence known. her sibling hasn’t known peace since putunia learned how to walk and talk.

speaking of talk, she does a lot of that! she’s always ranting about becoming the BEST fighter someday and saving the world from EVIL!

her favorite show is absolutely The Powerpuff Girls. she recites the intro every morning when she wakes up and likes to dress up like Blossom

we love a superhero baby!!

Tim Tam

you though Millie was a feral gremlin? heh. you are like a little baby. watch this.

tim tam has a HUGE stealing problem. they’ll steal anything they can get their little hands on

if their sibling manages to find their secret stash, they’ll find literally everything they’ve ever thought they misplaced, plus some things that were obviously taken from restaurants and neighbors houses

there are tons of people knocking at the door saying “i KNOW that kid was in my house last night and i KNOW they took my (insert item here)!!!” and since they don’t really talk, you have to do all the apologizing

they may be a handful, but they mean well!! they try to do nice little things for you, like that one time they almost burned down the house because they tried to make you breakfast, but got distracted and started setting things on fire

real talk though, hanging out with tim tam can actually be pretty relaxing, if they’re in the right mood. they love it when you cuddle with them and read them books, since they don’t really know how to read. they love just,,, having someone thats still there for them despite their flaws

please just love the purple gremlin baby thats all they really want

#smile for me #sfm #smile for me headcanons #smile 4 me #s4m #trevor garbo

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wonderlustlucas · 5 years ago

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pandora’s box

⇢ word count 3.8k ⇢ warnings mentions of abuse, hints of pedophilia, explicit descriptions of death & asylum treatment. basically all the horror movie stuff. don’t read if ghosts & dying are triggers :] ⇢ a/n hello my precious children so uhm in the midst of trying to write some christmas fics my lit teacher assigned a creative story for us to write but it had to be horror themed (yknow, cus december is still spooky season?) n knee way me & @black-raven200 wrote this and since this is what took away from my WRITING writing i figured i’d post it :p enjoy!!

Only two minutes have passed since I last checked an hour ago, or so it seems. Each tick of the clock roars like a crack of thunder in my skull, serving only as a reminder to what lies ahead. Perhaps then there will be an opportunity for escape. A chance to run free from this prison, to leave everything and everyone who I know awaits my destruction. For now, though, I must sit here and endure this pathetic interrogation, knowing there will be no solution.

“Pandora,” she repeats, shifting uncomfortably in her seat, “why did you kill Elizabeth?”

I find it hard to look her in the eye. Not because she intimidates me, no— it’s the worry heavy in her tone that frightens me. Why did I kill Elizabeth? It is a complicated situation indeed; one Nurse Alice nor Sister would understand. “Self-defense,” is what I say. Again.

Sr. Bernadette sighs from her spot beside Nurse, clearly exasperated. Until now, she has been soundless, the animosity glinting in her eyes the only sort of indication I need to know of her infuriation. “Pandora, you know Elizabeth is—was—a quiet girl with quiet intentions. She stared out the window twenty-four hours a day. Why for the love of God would you need to smash her head against the wall for self-defense?” Sister raises her voice now, and if it were not for Nurse Alice in the room, I know the sting of her palm across my face would have made me speak up hours ago. She’s nicer when Nurse is here. Nurse is nice.

But how am I to explain? Time and time again I tell the truth, but they never believe me. Even now, when I look to him for help, I know they cannot see. They never see and they never will. “Tell them what she was going to do,” he says, a simple gesture of encouragement that has hope filling my heart. “Someone told me the only reason she looked out the window all day was because she was too busy planning on how she was going to kill us all,” glancing away from him to look at Nurse, I add with a smile, “so I killed her first.”

She looks to her hands folded in her lap, too flustered to hold eye contact any longer. So I turn to Sister once more, watching her jaw twitch as she processes my words. “Pandora,” Nurse Alice sighs, dejected, “was it your friend who told you about Elizabeth? The one you mentioned last time?”

“Yes!” I shout, grinning excitedly at her. She smiles softly in return. “Yes! It was him. He tells me everything, because he protects me. He’s my only friend here and he wants to keep me safe from the crazy girls like Elizabeth. Sister Bernadette, do you think he’s my guardian angel? Mama used to tell me that when you see your angel, it means you have a special place in Heav—”

“Silence,” Sr. Bernadette interrupts, raising her hand and I flinch away, expecting her to do more than stop my ramble. I would never admit it to her, but she is a terrifying woman. I will never understand how she made it into the convent, or why God would accept such an evil lady, but I guess it’s not my business. What is my business, however, is that she reminds me of Papa. The way she talks down at everyone, the way she walks, the way she hits, and even the way she looks, down to the squiggly hair growing out of the ugly mole on her cheek.

“I have heard enough,” she announces, rising from her chair and smoothing the untarnished skirt of her habit, “Nurse Alice, see me in my office when you are finished.”

With that, she leaves, not even bothering to look at me. How rude!

Nurse Alice sighs for the umpteenth time this evening when Sister closes the door with an unnecessary slam. While she sits there, kneading her eyes with her knuckles, Casper moves from his spot against the wall to sit beside her. Oh, how I wish she could just see him. Hear him. Feel him. Anything to prove to her I’m not as crazy as they think I am.

“I tried Pandora, I really tried. There’s nothing more for me to do,” she murmurs, and when she looks up her eyes are brimmed with tears. In this moment, she looks like Mama. My heart sinks. Nothing more for her to do? What does she mean nothing more? “What happens now?” I ask because, truly, what will happen after she meets with Sister? Perhaps she will help me escape. Maybe I will finally be free from this horrid place. That is what she can do.

“I cannot say,” Nurse admits, “Sister is not adept working with young children.”

“You mean crazy young children like me?” I ask.

Nurse Alice frowns, reaching across the desk to grasp my hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. Casper glares at her affectionate gesture. “You are not crazy, Pandora,” she reassures me, the same way she does every day, “I don’t know what you see or who they are, but I believe you. You’re not the first person in history who sees ghosts, or spirits, or like you said, your guardian angel. The world just doesn’t like to accept these kinds of things when they can’t see it and you can.” Casper doesn’t like Nurse Alice. He says not to trust her, and that she’s just like everyone else. I believe what he says about everyone else, that Elizabeth was a psychopath or that Gerard is possessed by the Devil, but I cannot accept what he speaks of Nurse Alice. She has been the only one to ever truly care, let alone give me the benefit of the doubt and know that what goes on is true.

“I’m sorry I killed Elizabeth,” I whisper, looking to the checkered marble floors. Why they chose such atrocious tiles for an asylum is beyond me, that in itself is enough to drive anyone mad. Life here constantly feels like a game of chess on these floors; you stay on your square, watching everyone else’s moves, trying to decipher their next, while simultaneously needing to gather enough courage to take a step yourself. I don’t realize until a tear hits my hand that I have started crying.

Nurse gives my hand another squeeze before pulling away. It seems I’ve stumped her, but I understand. What is she to say? ‘It’s okay’ when it really isn’t? When I look up, Casper is gone.

“Why don’t we get ready for bed? It’s been a long day,” Nurse asks after the silence has settled heavily in the air, exhaustion evident in the blue bags drawn deep below her eyes. I nod, wiping away the wet trails left on my cheeks with the back of my hand.

The walk back to my room is quiet; lights out was more than an hour ago, and the only sound of life in the hallways is the sound of our footsteps and the ceaseless hum and buzz of the sconces in between every other bedroom door. Even the routine guards spaced randomly about the hallway are unusually quiet. Perhaps things are strange tonight because of this morning’s events.

Nurse stops outside my door. It’s silent inside, somehow more so than the hallway and upon glancing in I realize it’s because Elizabeth is no longer there. I have the whole room to myself and whether this is a blessing or a curse I do not know. “Alright Pandora,” she smiles comfortingly, and upon sensing my uneasiness, bends down to hug me tightly, “I’ll see you in the morning.” I wish I could stay with her, or her stay with me. Because I still have Nurse to protect me, yet I can already feel it, the cold tickle of fear creeping up my spine, the weight of being watched burning into my back and the horror lying within the room waiting to eat me up alive. Before I at least had Elizabeth laying like a vegetable across the room to keep me company, but tonight I must face it on my own.

Squeezing Nurse tightly, I feel as if I must take some of her strength and tranquility with me in order to get through the night. “Goodnight, Ms. Alice,” I whisper, pulling away from her and returning her sad smile. With one last squeeze to my hand, she sees me to my room at last, watching me enter cautiously before turning away and clicking the door shut behind her. The atmosphere inside seems heavy all of a sudden, suffocating in the way dread hangs over my head. “Casper?” I whisper out, quiet voice piercing the room’s stillness as if my nightmare itself does not lurk in the corner.

Leaping into bed, pretending that it offers some sort of protection against the evil, I stare with a teary gaze back at the Shadow against the wall opposite of me. Unlike Casper, Shadow does not speak. It does nothing but stands around all day, watching me when I’m alone and waiting until I turn away to finally take the life from my body. That’s why Casper is so important— not only does he warn me of everyone else’s intentions, but he scares Shadow away.

“Casper!” I call again, terror sparking through my veins like electrical currents when Shadow jolts to stretch its black figure across the floor instead. Past my almost unbothered façade, I wonder if it can feel the way my heart thumps against its glass ribcage every time it comes close. At this, my friend finally returns, appearing sitting atop Elizabeth’s empty bed. Shadow instantly disappears. “Oh, thank God, you’re here,” I let out the heavy breath that had been caught in my throat, “and look! Now you have your own bed!”

He frowns instead. “If I stay over here, Shadow can get you,” he retorts and I instinctively wince at the thought. “Okay, never mind then,” scooting closer to the wall, I pat the hard mattress, “I don’t want to risk anything.”

Casper hums in content, appearing beside me in the blink of an eye and even though he physically is not there, it’s nice to imagine being held, protected against everything that dares come get me. There is a cool breeze against my head where he pats gently, instantly bringing the heavy lull of sleep to my eyelids as he switches the lights off. “Goodnight, Casper. Thanks for protecting me,” I mumble incoherently, and even though I can’t see it, I swear I feel him smile against my hair.

There are no smiles come morning. Instead, it is the total opposite. With a force unnecessarily aggressive for seven AM, two security officers from another level burst into the room, sending the door against the wall with a crashing bang. Jumping awake, I find that Casper has vanished in the same instant that these men come storming the small confines of my room. I have not even finished rubbing the last remnants of a dream from my eyes when they are seizing my arms, quite literally forcing me up and out of bed. “What—” I hiss, attempting to pull away but it is absolutely futile.

The panic really begins to set in when we reach the hallway and turn right towards the elevator instead of left for breakfast. “Where are you taking me? Let go!” I shout, flailing in their grip and trying to ground my feet to the floor, but they easily continue on. What is happening? Where is everyone? Where is Nurse?

“Nurse Alice!” I scream at the top of my lungs, pulling back against the guards and gaining only a second of freedom. It’s all I need to slip from one of their grasps, spinning to look back to where Nurse Alice stands against the wall every morning after role call. “Ms. Alice!” I scream again, thrashing against the men with my heart racing a mile a minute when she only stares ahead at the scene unfolding before her. “Nurse!” I wail, tears suddenly spilling from my eyes. Why isn’t she doing anything? “Nurse Alice! Help me!”

People have started to gather, watching with wide eyes as I am drug closer to the elevator. The harder I fight, the more useless it becomes. There’s a sharp pinch at the back of my thigh, and when I twist around I find that one of the other nurses on our floor has poked me with a long syringe, and just like that my limbs feel three times heavier, as if just lifting an arm requires the strength of a rhino. They’ve stuck me with something, and now they’re taking me somewhere bad. Just as we reach the doors to the elevator, my head rolls back to look at Nurse Alice one last time. Past the tears blurring my vision, I’m able to pick her out, unbothered and looking to the floor.

Casper was right. She is just like everyone else.

Something is wrong. Very, very wrong.

I have been in this joke of a room much longer than expected. When I arrived, the drug that knocked me out kept me unconscious until the following day, and now two days have passed without any sign of Casper or Shadow. Later after dinner is served, when I pass by the mirror hung up on the wall, I see Shadow’s reflection behind me, but when I turn around, nothing is there. There is no gut-wrenching sense of fear, I have slept like a baby, and for the first time in my life, I feel normal. Left to my own thoughts with no need to constantly keep an eye out for the evil that has always lurked. While solitary confinement is not the best way to deal with these sorts of things, I’ve found a sense of solemnity in my isolation. No Elizabeth, no Casper, no Shadow. Just me and my empty, unfiltered thoughts.

I wonder why no one has followed me into my new room. It is ridiculously small, with a single bed and the necessary means of living, but that’s it. A perfect scenario for Shadow to prey on me when I have no space to hide, so I am utterly clueless as to why I have been left to my own devices.

So, I’ve decided to drop the topic. Without the fear-induced worries I have been living with for the past fifteen years, I’ve taken to spending my days doing other things. Reading, while an enjoyable activity, is only secondary to the time I spend simply thinking. Thinking of my family, my old friends, school, what goes on in the world and, finally, what I will do when I leave this place.

I’d like to run away to a new country. Without the educational or financial means to get a good job, or a home for that matter, maybe I could find a kind farmer to hire me. His family could become mine and I will learn what it is to live a normal life. And then, one day, I will be able to do it all on my own. For now, I must figure out how I will escape. Or, if I’m lucky, now that my mind is free, they will let me go themselves.

“Don’t be silly,” a familiar voice disrupts my daydreams and I jump up from bed, heart hammering in my chest when I find Casper across the room. His words make me frown. “If Nurse Alice couldn’t save you, then no one else here will,” he hisses and, squinting further, panic burns in my veins at the furious spark in my friend’s once kind eyes. Instead, there are no pupils, only pools of blood red in place of honey gold. “What are you doing here?” I ask, sitting up and staring at him fully now. I’ve looked much scarier things in the eyes before.

Casper snorts. “I’ve been trying to get you in this room for years, and when I finally do, I cannot get through the physical walls. So of course, you use this time to come up with silly fantasies for your future, leaving me behind. How rude of you, Pandora.”

“I haven’t thought once about leaving you behind, Casper! You left me.” I gasp, insulted by his accusation. He is being absolutely ridiculous, thinking it’s somehow my fault that I’ve ended up here. A muscle in his jaw twitches, his fists clenched angrily at his sides. Why he is so angry I do not know.

“Silly, stupid girl,” he sighs, edging close. “Why are you being so mean, Casper? Friends don’t say that to each other,” I whisper, heart twinging in hurt. At this, he moves to stand in front of the bed, reaching to firmly grasp my jaw. More importantly, the panic burns like an inferno now, for I can feel his touch. “I am not your friend, Pandora,” Casper chuckles darkly, “and I no longer have to protect you from anything ever again. You know why?”

“Why?” I whisper, on the verge of tears again. Crying is the only way to cope living in this place.

“Because I am what you needed protection from, and now it seems as if you are all mine to devour.” His words take a moment to process, and by the time I have caught up he is already closer, heart constricting under his grasp and yet all he does is hold his palm out in front of my chest.

“Casper,” I croak out, jarring and brutal bursts of pain searing from my chest and down through my entire body, “Casper, what is happening?” It has not yet clicked. At his silence I have no affirmation to what is happening, only left to assume that this is some weird reaction to what was given me to knock me out. But this is not normal. Not the way my consciousness seems to float in an empty space, filled with thick static. There is so much pain. I want to cry out but everything is fuzzy, I see nothing at all and the loud pounding of my heart echoes like thunder in my skull. So much pain. I hear the ticking of the clock in the room with Sister and Nurse Alice, the game of chess on these checkered floors and I feel what I made Elizabeth feel in her final moments. There is everything and nothing happening all at once. My whole body is draining away, and almost as soon as the black mist swirls at the edges of my mind, it is already all black.

When I wake, things are not where they left off. But then again, where did I leave off? I cannot remember. It is a blur. I cannot recall what yesterday was, or what happened. When I wake, there is a haze clouding my mind that leaves everything uncertain, and even though I have not fully awoken, it feels as if I am floating out in the abyss. Papa must have gone mad last night, but now I am safe with Mama. No, no, that can’t be right— I must have just come back from Dr. Chae’s hypnotism. No, that can’t be it either, it’s way too cold. Doctor used to have the heat blasting year-round. So… where am I? The panic starts to set in. Everything feels… wrong. All of my thoughts are clouded. My emotions are dulled, I feel no pain, no happiness, no anger, no… nothing.

Slowly, my reality starts to piece itself together and my surroundings fade in. The darkness is still there, but instead of the smothering presence it had previously, it now lingers at the corner of my vision, almost as if it has just become a part of me now. I am in an office. The barren and cracked walls feel familiar somehow, but I cannot recall why, I have never been here before. Or have I? I am not so sure of anything.

Someone walks in, and in a hushed tone she starts to argue with… Sister Bernadette? “She has been here only twenty-four hours, but she already speaks to the walls as if time has already broken her,” Sister says in a familiar tone.

I am in the asylum.

“I heard her say a name yesterday, Casper, I believe,” the woman answers quietly and cautiously, as if at any moment Sister will snap.

Sister almost spits out her reply, “Like that makes it any better Alice, she is still speaking to herself in the middle of the night.”

Alice, Nurse Alice. All of a sudden everything comes crashing down, I remember it all. Killing Elizabeth, Shadow, Casper’s betrayal, Nurse Alice, all of it. I begin to feel the sensation of tears behind my eyes, but no water flows. I feel like I am hyperventilating, but no air comes out of my mouth. What’s happening to me? Am I dead? Am I dying? The panic sets in again, gone is the emotional numbness that I previously held. Is this a joke, has Casper simply— no. Someone new is about to walk in. I recognize the voice, it’s Casper. A young girl trails behind him, she’s small with black hair and—

No. No no no no no no. This can’t be real. It’s impossible. Following behind Casper is… me? It doesn’t make any sense. I try to speak, scream, to somehow tell this past version of myself that Casper is not who he seems, but no one seems to hear me. Slowly, I walk towards them and detach myself from the wall where I previously stood. I see myself look up from the floor and stare directly at me, like she suddenly realized my existence. Her eyes grow wide and she backs up slowly as I move forward. “Casper?” She whispers, frightened. “What is that Shadow?”

I spin around, searching for Shadow. Are they still following me?

I move further away from the wall, but suddenly my past self screams. “Casper, help me! It’s coming closer!” I turn back around, but there’s nothing there. Realization creeps up on me slowly at first, like a panther getting ready to attack its prey. Then, it strikes. Am I the Shadow? I try to test my theory creeping back into the wall. “Don’t worry,” Casper speaks finally, “it’s leaving now, you’ll always be safe with me.”

Lies. I was never safe; I never will be. Not even now, in death, or whatever the hell this is, can I find peace. But maybe, just maybe, this time I can warn myself of the evil that lies within him. It is the only thing I can do to save myself from this painful loop of death.

It has been three years. I’ve watched myself die sixteen times. Today, I start all over again.

#scary #scary story #scary stories #paranormal #supernatural #paranormal activity #haunted #haunted asylum #asylum #evil spirit #ghost #horror #horror story #horror stories

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another-fallout-blog · 6 years ago

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FNV companions treating six's wounds after a pretty bad fight

Arcade: Arcade looked at the harsh wounds littering Six’s arms, legs, and back. Arcade sighed a little as he began to treat the wounds carefully. He knew what he was doing but…

“Six This is pretty bad. You need to learn to be more careful. I’m not sure how many of these you can take…” Or I can take, Arcade thought to himself.

Six let out a groan. “I’ll be fine. Theirs no rest in the Mojave anyways.”

Arcade sighed as he placed bandages. There was no rest. He knew it. But… He couldn’t help but hope for a time where there would be rest. “Maybe one day we’ll find a nice place to settle Six. But you won’t make it to that day if you keep standing so close to explosions and gunfire.”

“You got that right…” Six grumbled. “Fine, fine your right. As always. I’ll try to do better next time.”

Arcade stared at the wounds for a moment as if they were dry cracks in the Mojave dirt. He knew that the wounds for Six would never stop, but unlike most of his patients, they didn’t seem to mind the pain. They just kept going. Kept fighting without a word. At first, he admired it, but the more wounds that grow on Sixs body the more Arcade wonders what other pains Six might be keeping quiet about in order to keep soldiering on.

Boone: Boone wrapped Six’s arm carefully, trying to focus. Six was almost limp against the concrete barrier as they held a piece of cloth against their head to stop the bleeding. Boone spoke sternly and seriously.

“That was stupid. You’re lucky you got out of there alive Six. What the hell were you thinking?”

“It’s not too bad Boone, I’ve had worse head wounds than this you know that. And I don’t know, guess I didn’t realize how bad it was until I was bleeding…” Six said, looking away.

“You need to keep yourself alive not half dead. I can’t keep patching you up like this. We need to get you to a real doctor.” Boone said, starting to drag Six up to their feet without even asking.

Lily: “Its okay dear! Lily will patch you up” Lily practically yelled this into Six’s ear as they began to put small pre-war kids bandaids on Sixs wounds. They weren’t exactly helping but at least they weren’t making the situation any worse.

“Thanks, Lily but maybe I should go to the doctor. Also please stop yelling.” Six said rubbing some of their bruises.

“Alright, deary! Let’s find a good doctor for you.” Lily yelled again, lifting up Six like a doll and carrying them.

Raul: “Its okay boss, not like an old man like me needs medical treatment.” Raul said sarcastically, bandaging up Six. They had bandaged up a few people in his time, but he was never too good at it. More of a fire first and hope you don’t die later kind of guy. “Try not to run into any more gunfire boss, I still need you around to rescue me.” Raul said this half sarcastically, he did still appreciate Six saving them from the mountain and freeing them. And he also appreciated not getting treated like shit for being a ghoul.

“I can’t make any promises Raul.” Six joked back, but they both knew there was a lot of truth to that. Raul finished up some messy bandages, but he knew from looking at it that it wasn’t going to be enough.

“Geez, boss if you don’t get someone better to take care of this stuff your gunna look worse than me.” Raul joked with a worried tone in his voice. He didn’t want to watch someone else die, and this included Six. Maybe he should pick up a book on this fancy medical stuff…

Cass: “You sure know how to take a fuckin bullet, y’know that?” Cass said, wrapping a large wound on Six’s leg. “If you had listened to me instead of doing your plan that even a brahmin would know was stupid you’d have less bullets in you. God, I’m gunna need a drink after this…” Cass said, cringing a bit at all the blood. She wishes she had a drink now.

“You sure know how to make a patient feel great Cass, yknow that?” Six grumbled. Their body ached, and the wounds kept feeling worse.

“I’m not a doctor y’know. You need someone better than me at this junk. God this is a lot of blood…” Cass grumbled.

“If you want to leave and get a doctor thats-” Six was interrupted.

“God yes.” Cass said, getting up to run to the nearest settlement.

Veronica: “Hey uh… how are you feeling?” Veronica asked worriedly, looking at the Six laying on the ground.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just sunbathing and losing a few pounds in blood weight. The usual.” Six said sarcastically. Veronica crouched next to them, taking some of Sixs medical supplies and moving some of their clothes so she could begin some medical work.

“Lose the attitude okay? I’ll try to help…” Veronica looked at the wounds again. It worried her, she wished she could just turn to a Scribe and ask them to get a doctor. But the days of having Brotherhood to help was long gone. “Sorry I can’t do much…” Veronica said, injecting a stimpak into six and applying some bandages.

“Its okay Veronica, you’re doing your best and that’s all I can ask.” Six said. Veronica smiled and continued her work. She missed her family, but words like that help her be more confident in her decision to not look back. She liked being able to make a mistake without feeling like she failed a family. But now, she had to keep her new family alive.

#prompt #ask #fallout new vegas #fallout #raul #raul tejada #Veronica #veronica santangelo #craige boone #boone #fallout new vegas boone #cass #rose of sharon #arcade #arcade gannon #fnv arcade gannon

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sundaynightnovels · 6 years ago

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15 Questions Tag Game

i’ve been tagged this time by @kidsarentallwrite and @elizabethsyson ! sorry, it’s been a hectic week so i’m only just getting to this! i find it especially apt that the latter has done the 15 questions game for a character called ‘Death’ (who i already adore), considering what my wip is about, yknow. somewhat. yea. && yes!! new characters from ashleigh!! i’ve previously done this for Zhen & Lu and Ren, Jia & Jun (i like to do these interviews in sets if you can’t tell), so... hmm. i’m going to do this for Shou and Teng -- the two sweethearts ! (as in, they both are adorable -- not that they are together. that would be havoc) the questions that i’ve gotten from my two tags are different, but i’ll use @kidsarentallwrite ‘s set of questions instead (because i can’t really answer questions about species / magical forms). also, be prepared -- these two can talk a lot. 1. What is your full name? Shou: Shou. Teng: Teng Shou: i don’t suppose we have to add anything else to our names, do we? Teng: you should know better than i do! Shou: that’s not fair! i’m a newcomer here too! in fact, there hasn’t even been an orientation -- i wouldn’t even have had a place to live if not for zhen’s generosity! hm. this is a serious matter indeed, i should bring it up to someone. do you know who i can contact with regards to this complaint? Teng: how would i know??? i didn’t get an orientation either! i never thought of it as an issue, but it is, isn’t it???? how did zhen get her kid??? isn’t there a rule on how many men can live together in one apartment?? where does ren live??? can jia just move into someone else’s home just like this? there are so many loopholes! how do we live like this? we need to start up an organisation asap -- [the rest of irrelevant conversation redacted] 2. What does your name mean? Shou: ah! that is the most pertinent question! names should mean something, shouldn’t they? when ren had first returned me my name, i thought it meant ‘hand’ -- and that was particularly interesting! in palmistry, all these lines on a person’s hand means something individually, and a hand in itself is -- Teng: shou, they’re doing that thing again. that thing with their fingers that means they want us to hurry up Shou: -- what? do they not want to understand the deeper meaning behind the lines that they are naturally born with on their hands? do they not realise how a person’s entire life path is marked, since their birth, right in the palms of their own hands? is it not utterly fascinating? Teng: i don’t think so... Shou: then why are they asking questions when they do not want to listen to the answers? 3. What are your nicknames/other names? Shou: i believe that Ren refers to you -- and the rest of your army -- as the ‘Noisies’. Teng: what?? that’s a terrible name! Shou: i agree. but unfortunately, there is certain merit to it. we can use it to refer to all of you as a whole -- which happens quite frequently, considering the three of you never seem apart -- and also, the name seems rather apt. Teng: are you saying that we’re noisy? we’re not! i mean... i’m not! i mean, well... jun... uh.... okay! Yu(m) isn’t! you can’t deny that! Shou: ... 4. What’s your gender? Shou: i believe i am male. Teng: yea. is there anything else to be? uh wait. okay, i think jun warned me about this, said something about not opening up a can of worms... but i don’t get it! is there anything else? Shou: i don’t know. the world has changed vastly compared to when i was alive, so it is not my place to assume anything. also, zhen had also warned me about this, and i think it would be prudent to listen to their advice. Teng: yea, i mean, i don’t know of anything else either. the world has changed a lot (nods sagely) Shou: yes, indeed (nods sagely as well) 5. What’s your sexuality? Teng: Jun mentioned this too. Shou: Zhen as well. Teng: (nods sagely) Shou: (nods sagely) 6. Where are you from? Teng: well, i just came straight from my apartment... Shou: oh, is this what this meant? thank you for the clarification, i had no idea! i wanted to answer that i was born from my mother -- of course, that is such a redundant answer that i wasn’t sure if it was the answer at all! in that case, yes, i just came from the kitchen. Teng: ... the kitchen? you mean, the kitchen in your building? as in, the one zhen cooks in? as in, you came from lunch? after eating zhen’s cooking? is that it? Shou: ... i must excuse myself for a moment 7. How old are you? Teng: how rude! I am young! Young! Don’t listen to any of my boys, i’m not that much older than them! Shou: how old are you, then? Teng: uhhhhh.. well. fine. yes, i’m older than them! but not by that much! they make it seem as though i’m past my prime, but i’m really not! Shou: which is? Teng: uhhhh. i’m 27, i think. about there. 27 - 28. you? Shou: i don’t remember the age at which i died. if you are talking about post-death, however... no, i don’t know either. 8. Any special talents? Shou: he does! he does!! Teng: huh, me??? Shou: yes! you do! don’t be shy now, we all know what you are capable of! Teng: uhhh. i’m pretty good at cleaning up -- even though jun makes it seem like i’m dirty and disgusting. is that it? Shou: no! i’m talking about your imitation of a bear! you are amazing at that! Teng: ????? since when have i imitated a bear?? Shou: all the time! when we met for the first time, you were snarling and growling like a beast! it was amazing! how do you do that with your vocal cords? i have tried many times, but alas it is not a skill meant for me. Teng: ohhhhhh, you mean that, huh? uhh, ahh, it’s nothing, really Shou: please do not sell yourself short. it is an amazing skill worthy to be proud of! 9. Do you have kids? Teng: if you are talking about the boys, then well, yea, i guess. though i wouldn’t really call them my kids. Shou: you mean, your gang members? Teng: what gang?? why do people keep saying that i’m in a gang??? 10. What’s your aesthetic? Shou: i don’t understand. if you are talking about what i am wearing, right now i am wearing one of jun’s many robes. it is very comfortable, though unlike the previous garment that i had donned, it has less of a breeze. Teng: i’m just wearing normal clothes i guess. don’t know how you want me to describe it further.

11. Who’s your best friend? Shou: best friend? as in, a friend above all other friends? that’s terrible! how can you ask me to choose such a thing? Teng: yea! that’s terrible! i can’t make such a choice! Shou: so you don’t have an answer to this as well? Teng: yea! also... well... i don’t know if i... i mean, well, the boys are just the boys, right? outside of them, i don’t even know if i have any friends... so uhh, yea. yea. can’t really answer this anyway. Shou: am i not your friend? all this time i have considered you my comrade-in-arms, leader of the Noisies, an odd man and a great friend -- yet could it have all been my imagination? have we not fought in battle, have we not shared a meal, have we not been tormented by the same slow tale and have we not slept together under the same roof? has this all been one-sided on my part? have we never been friends all this while? Teng: well... you fought against me in ‘battle’... but yes! we have! we have shared a wonderful meal, and we have been tormented by quan’s horrid story, and well, i guess you have slept in jun’s room before so yes! we have slept together under the same roof! i’m sorry, i was too caught up in moping in my own sorrows that i’ve somehow neglected the friends by my side! my answer is you! you are my best friend, shou! you are! i’m sorry for having forgotten you all this while! Shou: thank you! thank you for realising your folly! yes, we are friends ! Teng: ... Shou: ... Teng: ... are you not going to say that i’m your best friend as well? Shou: ... it just seems like an important decision. i don’t want to make a choice so quickly. 12. Would you ever get a piercing / tattoo? Shou: absolutely not! how can you suggest such a thing? our physical bodies are a gift from our mothers! they should not be desecrated just like that! Teng: aren’t those painful? uh, i mean, not that i’m afraid of the pain, it’s just... you know! uh... uh... right! i don’t know what to put on it! where would i pierce, what kind of design would i put on my body -- those are all important questions! Shou: if i could, i would paint an image of the flaming sun on my chest. Teng: i thought you said that our bodies are a gift from our mothers? that we shouldn’t destroy them just like that?? Shou: well, since i am dead, i think it’s right to assume that my mother is as well. and we have long lost our physical vessels, so there is no real damage. furthermore, i have to remember how scary the sun is. (shakes head) it is not simply the glowing ball of warmth you think it is. 13. When are you happiest? Shou: that is an impossible question to answer. how can there be a ‘happiest’ when there is nothing to compare it to? there will always be a ‘happiest’ moment in your future! when you think you are happy in the present -- even, perhaps, the most happy that you can be -- you never know what is coming your way next. there will always be another ‘happiest’ moment. as the saying goes, there is always a higher mountain. you cannot limit yourself your current happiness. you will always be happier! you must trust in that! if there are constants in life, that would be it! Teng: (wipes away a single tear) Shou... Shou: that being said, my happiest moment would be when we are all together. Teng: (wipes away tears from both eyes) Shou! Shou: ah, and perhaps when i’m eating a sugared gourd. that as well. 14. What’s your biggest secret? Shou: what secret??? i have no secrets! i am not lying! Teng: uhhh. i don’t have any i think. shou, you are acting kinda weird though. Shou: i’m not! i’m not!! 15. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Shou: it used to be their names, but now i am not certain. i haven’t been around enough people -- though yes, i am around a lot more people now than i was in the past. it is rather incredible. Teng: uhhh. i notice that they are people? i don’t get it. am i supposed to say something specific? but i notice them as a whole! if someone’s walking towards me, then they’re walking towards me. i don’t know what you want me to say! tagging @insearchof-solace @elliswriting @vhum @thedreamsofthesky @coffehousecreations @snowdropwrites @focusdumbass @chrysanthos-writes @bookenders @inexorableblob @incandescent-creativity @radley-writes @minnowf @thel3tterm @pen-for-sword

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wavemaker9 · 6 years ago

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warning for talk about self-harm/attempted suicide; nothing detailed but yknow, started thinking more about how mel’s (believed) death would affect both kyle and others in los santos

it’d be unlikely that at least some others wouldn’t hear rumors that mel had died and when she’s not showing her face around town, it’s hard not to believe.There might be some people in the city who live under a strict “if i don’t directly see the body, i have no proof” mindset, but the bottom line is that people die alone in gutters all the time in the city. people disappear off the map constantly. and some move away or retire to better lives, but some people just end up dead. I think Toni’s the closest of my kids to that just because A, there’s always the risk that someone could have faked their death so it pays to lowkey be even a little prepared, and B, he saw gil do it first hand so yknow. But also Toni’s a realist and recognizes that sometimes people do just get killed, or they die from some dumb stunt, or they overdose or otherwise get themself killed. it’s not impossible, and spending all your days insisting on having that proof directly is a waste of time. And I do think other people besides Kyle and Ivan would hear about mel’s death sooner or later. Austin could hear from Kyle directly, and toni could hear it either from ivan directly or maybe down the chain from Kyle (kyle > austin > oliver > toni).

Austin probably hears from kyle just because. Well, kyle’s mood fucking drops following both mel’s death + his specifically being blamed for it. That was one of his best friends and it hits him hard. I think at first he’s just trying cope using his vices, but either by overdosing with that, having a particularly reckless stunt go bad, or just having things get rougher until he falls to more direct methods of harm, austin finds him directly following that. After fixing him up as best he can/getting him to someone who can do it better, depending on how he got hurt, austin confronting kyle about it and kyle trying to avoid the questions. Austin’s able to get out that mel died, but can’t get much more from Kyle before it leads into a shouting match. Austin unintentionally admits his frustration over all the shit kyle does like this, being ungrateful for the help austin gives him, putting himself in dumb and dangerous situations all the time, and refusing to just talk about things when they’re clearly /greatly/ bothering him, before storming off to give them both time to cool down before he tries again. Of course, it’s kyle, and austin should really know better and prolly would if he hadn’t gotten mad, because when he tries to come back to talk to him again, kyle’s outta there.

Austin ends up finding kyle again after another, seemingly more serious attempt, and having to take him to the hospital. And the pro of that is that it makes it much harder for kyle to bail, especially with austin not taking any second chances this time around. With enough pressing and kyle knowing he’s caught, him finally admitting the issue, that it’s not just that mel’s dead but he feels responsible and for a bullshit reason of them just fucking around like they normally do and it going bad. The two able to talk about it more without so much yelling this time, and austin admitting he appreciated amelia’s skill and work effort but, compared to kyle, amelia’s not worth it. Kyle arguing that, of course she is, but austin standing firm, he refuses to lose kyle over this. Kyle can drink and whatever else he does normally to cope, but he needs to move past this without sacrificing his whole life for it. Yes, his reckless behavior got someone killed, and maybe he’ll take this and learn how to not put the people he cares about in such risk- austin himself would /love/ for kyle to learn that. But Kyle needs to learn his lesson and move on, not wallow in this. Adds the classic case that austin wouldn’t expect amelia to really want kyle to die for this, no matter what happened, and kyle’d also be leaving ivan behind as well and imagine how well that would be taken.

It’s a combined effort of points that’s enough of a pull back to get kyle off the edge for a bit, getting him to ease back closer to the range of ‘struggling but managing’. Still fucking, rough for him, mourning is never easy for anyone and particularly not for Kyle, but like. Still, it’s something. However, around that time is when Toni hears the news and isn’t happy. Amelia had a lot of promise and he was interested to see where she took that. I think he’s less angry specifically that Amelia /died/ and more that she died /like she did/. Like he would have been fine with her going down a more impressive death, hell he’d have been chill killing her himself in a fight. But like. However he hears it from, he probably also hears even vaguely that it was something that went wrong connected to Kyle and Ivan, and just. The promise she had, she didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve to die because /those fucking two hazards/ dropped a ball. Like A, this reignites the anger for Ivan that had been starting to cool over the years since Gil was first injured. Because fucking Ivan can’t learn how to mind himself and what damage he causes for 2 fucking seconds?

And /Kyle/. Like Ivan’s a goddamn danger in the worst of ways, clearly, but at least he does something for the city, too. At least he’s made a name for himself and counters the bad shit he does with impressive shit and at least he puts in a fucking effort. It pisses Toni off that he can’t learn to play by the rules a little more, but that’s nothing compared to Toni’s opinion on the fucking useless menace that is Kyle Brown. The most Kyle’s been doing since Toni learned about him is minor jobs, fucking around and pissing away his time and energy on shit that don’t really mean nothing in the long run. Kyle does what he wants and shows no tact or respect and pull stunts & causes chaos without thinking through his actions and how they affect others. And Toni /told/ Amelia when he found out about her tie to Kyle that knowing him was a mistake, that she’d be wasting her time or needlessly putting herself in danger by staying too connected to him, and it seems like that turned out to be more than true. Toni plans to have a fucking talking with Ivan as well, but he sets something up with Kyle first to basically call him out on his shitty behavior and what a waste of space Toni thinks he is. That Mel /was/ worth more than Kyle,/easily so/, that she had the drive and motivation that Kyle lacks, so why is /he/ still alive when Amelia is /dead/? He calls out a lot of small but foolish mistakes Kyle’s made since moving to the city, things Toni’s taken note of as jobs/tasks/etc that Kyle only apparently managed to survive because of luck or help instead of relying on his own strength like Amelia did, like all people who are worth something in this city do. His final note is that, the way Toni sees it, Kyle does nothing but make mistakes, to the point of getting respectable people killed over them, while the only mistake Mel made was being associated with a useless fuck up like him.

And Kyle usually doesn’t care about Toni’s opinion in the slightest, but it is a laser-guided hit to an already shaky house of cards that is his recovery path, and he spirals back down /hard/ following it because yeah. A part of him wants to believe Austin over Toni, obviously, but also like. What was he thinking believing Austin saying that he was worthwhile or that he doesn’t deserve to die. What a fucking idiot he is. His whole mood crashes hard all over again. Luckily, following the previous shit, even with kyle’s slow improvement, Austin would be keeping a close eye on him. Insisting on one of them staying at the other’s place, trying to remove/hide any dangerous items like knives, insisting on driving Kyle places. He probably does a milder form of this during lesser depressive episodes of Kyle’s*, but clearly this is bad and following the previous attempt, takes no chances. So him catching onto Kyle’s change in mood before he has the chance to do anything drastic, pressing on what brought it about and doing his best to counter it. And he himself is /very/ mad when he hears it’s Toni who caused it because ughhhh this fucking guy. The worst guy. Austin’s had maybe one good interaction with Toni, /barely/ if ever, his whole life. Hate that guy.

Austin considers just focusing on Kyle, but like. Austin’s already sick of the shit Toni pulls on himself, but undoing what progress he managed with Kyle is bullshit. Like was shown with Austin suddenly standing up to Ivan over his parents, he has very few people he actually cares about but he cares about them a /lot/, so him requesting Oliver set up a meeting between Toni and himself, he has some things he needs to discuss with Toni. It’s a reluctant action, he really doesn’t wanna deal with Toni ever, but god Toni needs to know that fucking with Kyle isn’t okay and hopefully get him to help correct what he said to Kyle or at least back off, and if Austin has to be the only one to make that happen, then /fine/. He didn’t make it as far as he did by backing down immediately when things got too tough, after all, and toni’s main complaint about him anyway is not having enough backbone, so maybe this’ll get toni to chill on that, too. /Does/ request it in the Jawbreaker’s office though to dissuade Toni from trying anything bad if the convo does get heated. Austin’s not stupid, cmon.

And Toni shows, already very amused on what Austin thinks he has to say to him. Austin basically arguing he had already addressed kyle about what happened in a way to hopefully teach him to be more careful, without making him full on spiral, and toni’s messed that up now by once again thinking he knows best all the time when he doesn’t. Toni dismissive of any criticism though, it’s not his fault if kyle can’t handle the consequences of his actions. He shouldn’t make the mistakes if he’s not prepared to struggle with the guilt over them. This can be good for Kyle if he learns to take that pain and make something of it, and if he doesn’t, well then nothing of value /really/ lost. Austin clearly angry at that, but holding himself back. Insisting he’s upset about mel to a point too, but getting kyle to kill himself over an accident when austin had already been working on getting kyle to be more careful won’t do any good for anybody. If anything, it might do worse for the city, given all of kyle’s little connections to different crews. he’d expect someone like toni to recognize that. Toni pressing back, he doesn’t want to dismiss Kyle’s talents, but kyle ain’t /really/ important in this city. He’s talented and lucky, but anyone who works with him could replace him in a day if they needed to, and probably be better off for it. kyle is reckless, dangerously so, clearly. He doesn’t think through his actions, doesn’t care about making enemies, doesn’t care about protecting himself or those around him. Him getting someone killed by his refusal to take charge in his life was only a matter of time, it’s just a shame it had to be this person. The way toni sees it, kyle’s death might help the city, actually. It certainly couldn’t /hurt/ los santos any.

Austin’s eyes thinning at him at this, at toni so blatantly stating his opinion on kyle’s /life/, before he questions if a death to help the city stabilize wasn’t supposedly the same reasoning the Grazhdane had when they put Beilschmidt in a-? Toni’s eyes snapping onto Austin with a fucking fury the moment toni recognizes where he’s going with this, standing immediately and storming across the room to grab austin by the throat before he can continue, pinning him up against a nearby wall, telling him to finish that sentence, /please/. Give him a reason to let oliver find a better Second for his crew, he is /begging/ austin to. Austin able to make a move on toni to get him to have to pull back for a moment, but toni’s able to just full on out-strength him on austin’s next attempt to pull free more. Chuckling, though in a way that is more bitter amusement than anything else, Toni asks where austin learned that. Austin, still trying to get free, answers kyle taught him it, proof that kyle’s worth more than toni thinks after all. Toni laughing further, countering that teaching austin a move or two to keep him alive a second longer is not putting anything good into the city because austin barely puts anything worthwhile into the city either. Austin questioning back what good /toni/ puts into the city, then? what do any of them put there? They’re criminals, that’s the point. But of all of them, he figures Kyle is one of the ones who puts more /actual good/ in the world, certainly more than /toni/ does.

Toni pinning austin further, showing a sliver of that anger before catching himself and letting austin go, crossing back across the room, telling him to relax, they both know he wouldn’t do shit here; he assumes that’s why austin requested the meeting here, too cowardly to talk shit outside of his own home. Austin still rubbing at his arm, trying to steady himself, but acknowledging that was his idea, yes. Toni doing the little roll of ones eyes when they’re disappointed but not surprised. Him brushing himself off slightly, 95% for show to signify him feeling they’re done here, before stating flatly and firmly to austin that he doesn’t regret the things he said and he’s /not/ going to take them back, to kyle’s face or not, because they’re /true/. Austin may only be comfortable criticizing his cousin when his life isn’t on the line, but the fact of the matter is that both of them are embarrassments to the city, and he won’t feel bad about calling out that fact, because someone needs to. Austin clearly still frustrated, but knowing he’s not going to get anywhere further. Toni’s stubborn when he wants to be, he’s heard that from oliver and seen it in the handful of times they’ve interacted. Especially after Austin let his temper slip and insulted Gilbert in such a way, he’s not going to make any progress with Toni tonight. So him waving Toni off, the meeting’s over, just stay away from Kyle in the future. Toni laughing, waving off austin didn’t have to bother trying to order him to do that. Clearly kyle’s dangerous to be around, Toni’ll be staying as far clear as he can from that boy. As he starts to leave, him reaching out to grab Austin’s shoulder, though, telling him he might want to consider the same. Kyle’s a drowning dog no matter what mood he’s in, and he’ll drag down anyone who reaches out to help him; it’s all that people like him know how to do. He gives a slight pat to Austin’s shoulder which Austin very roughly pulls free from, with Toni leaving after that.

I will say a pro to Kyle’s teetering emotional state is that probably when Ivan realizes how bad Kyle’s doing, that’s something to focus on besides his own anger over Mel’s loss. Though god, Toni trying to call a meeting with Ivan over this shit, especially if ivan figured out about toni’s meeting with kyle. imagine /that/. About 5 times more fighting and no hate sex at the end, it’d probably be bad. Probably Kyle’s being guided back to managing and is even starting to get back to in sights of normal when Mel finds him, and that is a whole new emotional whiplash because he is at once wholly and deeply relieved when he sees her and believes that she’s alive, and also fucking /furious/. I love him trying to take a swing at her because his immediate reaction to anger is to fight the source of said anger because that’ll fix it, obviously, but his resolve is crumbling by the second and he has zero heart into trying on that actual strike, so even if she’s still recovering some, her easily stepping out of the way and him barely managing to stay standing, before immediately turning around and moving at her again, though this time both arms up and just dragging her into a clinging, sobbing hug.

The most infuriating thing about kyle is his just. For being so sympathetic and even to a point generally empathetic, he’s so unaware of trying to be empathetic in a way that’s not natural to him that most shit he doesn’t immediately consider/agree with flies right over his head. Like he would need it pointed out very plainly that maybe he shouldn’t be super angry at mel’s mom because like. Compared to how upset he was, imagine how upset she would have been if mel actually died and remember how upset she was just as the risk of her dying. Doesn’t that make sense she’d try to protect her daughter, even if it was done like this. Hell, I feel like Kyle’s even angry after the initial moment at mel because she should have known they didn’t know she was alive or they would have been there. Kyle’d have been at her side if he knew he could be and she should have known that so why did it take so long for her to realize and come find him. >( Once Kyle grasped things, though, that’d probably be better then because he could help talk Ivan down from being mad at bea when he finds out mel’s alive. Mel desperately trying to get these boys to understand the concept of her mom being worried about her and the constant dangerous shenanigans they pull.

Also fucking /god/, Mel finding out from kyle or austin that toni called kyle out over her death in the way he did and her going to speak to him to be like hey? Fuck you??? Kyle’s a menace but he’s my menace, compared to you who’s neither my boss nor my friend, so what gives you the fucking right to judge him like you did at all, fuck you. Which honestly is less of an insult to toni but more disappoints him because for her to go back and defend Kyle even after that scare shows a perceived weakness in her judgement he feels he must have missed before. Just ‘oh good to see you didn’t die after all, but also I expected better from you??’ Toni can you /chill/????

#ignore this #the thief kid #the suit kid #the boss kid #amusing muse musings #crossovers! unlimited crossovers!#crossovers gta edition #i could read through this one last time to edit before posting but i'm not gonna do that

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littlemisssquiggles · 6 years ago

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RWBY Musings #65: A Tale of Love. A Squiggle Meister’s Views on the similarities between Oscar and Salem

Someone asked “ Now I love parallels too and I’ve noticed that you would like to see a rosegarden Ozma Salem hand hold. As cute as that sounds, it kinda scares me. Ozma and Salem ended in tragedy. What would happen to Ruby and Oscar 😞 “

Squiggles Answers:

I'd love to see the hand hold scene mirrored in Ruby and Oscar because it was done during a moment where Salem and Ozma reunited and re-established their love for one another.

While Salem and Ozma's romance ended in tragedy, I still adore their love story because before their whole involvement with the Gods respectfully, they both first and foremost were two young lovers who wanted more than anything just to be together forever and went above and beyond to do that even if it meant disobeying the Gods.

The true tragedy wasn't that Ozma and Salem wound up sworn enemies but mainly how much the God's intervention changed them into two people unrecognizable from who they used to be to the point where you wouldn't believe either loved the other to the point of defying both the Gods and death itself to be reunited.

The positive that I take away from the Tragic Lovers or Fairy Tale (I think that’s their ship name) romance is the unyielding devotion and strength of their love or at least what it used to be. How much Salem and Ozma were willing to go through just to be together. Salem approached the Gods to beg for Ozma to be brought back to life for her because she couldn’t stand living the rest of her days without him and Ozma only chose to return to Remnant because the God of Light told him that Salem was still alive in that world. Let’s not forget that Ozma initially refused his godly task because in his eyes, Remnant wasn’t the same or as dear to him without his beloved Salem.

This is why I like this ship so much. Before RWBY revealed Ozpin and Salem’s past together, I was gunning for them to be lovers from the get go. Hence my previous musings like this one, this one and this one. I knew their love was going to end in pain anyways but I was still banking on them being companions and lovers and what we got was even more bittersweet than what I envisioned. A brave knight who rescued a lonely maiden from her captivity and the two fell deeply in love ever after. Who wouldn’t eat that up? This squiggle meister surely would. I’m a sucker for those types of romance stories. It hurts when you think about what Ozma and Salem’s tale became in the end. But I still ship it though. Still loving that Fairy Tale.

That's what I'd love to see and can see for a potential romance between Ruby and Oscar. Not the tragedy part, of course, although let’s admit, it will be in there since time and fate will arrive to challenge the bond between these two smaller, more honest souls given one’s connection to a certain other character.

Nevertheless, what I mostly would love to see in a future RoseGarden love story (if it’s in the cards) is that that unyielding love. That strong devotion to one another’s well-being and protecting each other while fighting together for what they both believe in and the lives of the people they both care about. When I look at Ruby, her righteous heart and desire to help others actually reminds me a lot of Ozma. You would think it’d be Salem but nah. I can actually see similarities between Salem and Oscar. Oscar’s infatuation with Ruby and obvious admiration of her strength, courageousness and pure heart reminds me of how Salem used to revere Ozma. Well…at least in that one shot we got.

Another similarity between Oscar and Past Salem that I noticed is just as how Salem lived a sheltered life trapped in her lonely tower dreaming of freedom and a life beyond its uncharted walls, the same can be said for Oscar who seemingly lived a sheltered and quiet life as a farmhand back on his aunt's farm while still fantasizing of a life beyond his home in Mistral.

The key difference between Salem and Oscar is that Salem was more self-seeking; albeit as a result of her unknown upbringing and being forced to live a lonely life locked off from the rest of the world by the only family she had; whereas Oscar is selfless. While we still don’t know much more about Oscar’s past with his family beyond the few scrapings of details left from V4, one can safely assume that Oscar was well loved and taken care of by his family.

Though he was only seen to have his aunt for guardianship, from what I observed back in V4, Oscar still retained a good relationship with his Auntie Pine who took no problem in taking Oscar into his household, providing him a comfortable home where he could’ve had his own room for privacy and a warm plate of food on the table every evening for supper in exchange for Oscar working on the farm which he didn’t seem to mind. Overall, though he desired more from his life, Oscar was quite comfortable and content living with his aunt hence the reason why he wasn’t so keen on leaving at first after Ozpin’s unceremonious arrival into his life.

Unlike Salem, Oscar more or less knew and felt love before leaving his old life behind which I guess made it all the more easy for him to give it. One characteristic I’ve noticed about Salem’s personality that always shines through, even in her past self, is her selfishness---that nature about her that always puts her desires above anything else.

This is the complete opposite of Oscar. One thing I’ve noticed about Oscar’s personality is that he makes a habit of pushing aside his own feelings in place of doing what he feels is right or better, not particularly for himself but for others around him as a whole.

This is not an entirely bad trait to have. I myself, do the same thing from time to time to avoid conflict or tension with others because I don’t like conflict. Someone once asked me what I thought Oscar’s personality type might be and my first guess was a INFJ. Speaking as someone with that personality type, I see quite a few traits of an INFJ in Oscar. Although I’m still gathering as much as I can about his persona as provided in the series, I’m still sticking with my first choice of Oscar having an advocate/ counsellor type of personality because there are key examples from the show where he’s exhibited that trait. Specifically with Ruby.

Ironically, it’s Oscar’s moments with Ruby that help bring out that caring, compassionate and willing to do what he can to help others type of personality in Oscar the most. Oscar cares for others, particularly with those closest to him. Even when he’s literally backed against a wall, Oscar puts himself last in the scenario.

This is a boy who got shoved into a wall by one of his peers after being wrongfully accused in one scene and is then seen making this person and the others a hot meal after they went looking for him after he went missing in another.

Y’know, I harped a lot on V6 C9 on how they handled Oscar coming to terms with his feelings. But…y’know what? Now that I’ve had more time to think about the episode in terms of Oscar’s character, I realized that the bit with Oscar is surprisingly the most relatable thing I’ve seen in the show…at least to me.

Blake said the group needed space and that’s exactly what Oscar did. He went off on his own, let out whatever negativity he needed to get off his chest in that moment doing who knows what, came back and by the time the group found him, he was fine. All things forgiven if there was anything to forgive. Whatever lingering discomfort that Oscar might have harboured for Jaune was easily washed away when Jaune apologized and Oscar could see and hear how genuinely remorseful Jaune felt for his actions.

Though I still would’ve liked the episode to have shown how Oscar came to terms with his emotions and getting over it, I can’t be 100% mad anymore at the Writers for choosing to have Oscar adopt that attitude after the events of V6 C8…cause if it were me, I probably would’ve reacted and resolved the same way as Oscar did. I would’ve been cussing Jaune’s face in my mind for how he treated me with a face as straight as a pin but I would have forgiven him all the same after seeing how hurt he was for the things said and done and would have chosen to move on from the problem with better resolve; just as Oscar did.

I saw myself in Oscar while rewatching this moment and for that, I can’t be too mad at the writing for C9. Still mad. But not too mad. Only 65% versus the original 101%. Oscar Pine--- right in the relatability! That’s why he’s my favourite! This scene showed me how mature Oscar is for his age in how he takes in problems and decides to address them despite being the youngest of the group.

Basically what I’m saying is that Oscar is a good boy. He’s such a good boy. Too much of good boy. Sigh. Please don’t hurt my precious freckled baby boy too much CRWBY. I want him to grow up big and strong and devilishly handsome so that he can sweep Ruby off her feet and the rosebuds can get married in 5-10 years and live happily ever after on a farm or whatever plot of land they can afford wherever in New Remnant during a time when the Gods have returned, the kingdoms are at peace again, the Grimm are there but are no longer the monstrous threat they used to be so that Oscar and Ruby’s future string band of children can grow up in a world void of war and the threats of the former Salem who would have moved on to have her happy ending with Ozma at long last in the afterlife. The end.

Returning to my point on Oscar and Salem now. Just as how Ozma arrived to free Salem from her captivity, you can almost say that the same was done for Oscar when Ozpin's arrival sparked his departure from home to become a huntsman. In a way, Ozma’s presence in Salem and Oscar’s lives gave them the push they needed to take the first step towards the freedom and change they both desired.

But as I mentioned before. Though Oscar and Salem share parallels, the defining difference between them is how either values others over themselves. As much as Salem’s past with Ozma made me empathize with her as a villain, it doesn’t excuse the fact that Salem is a person who is mostly out to achieve her own desires above anyone else’s. As a matter of fact, the revelation of her past and involvement with the destruction of Remnant only affirms my point. In her past life, Salem was probably so used to looking out for herself due to her years of isolation that it sort of developed a warped sense of egocentrism (not the word I was looking for but I’ll roll with it) that later translated into her relationship with Ozma.

I'm not denying the fact that Salem loved Ozma nor am I trying to imply that her feelings for him weren’t genuine at all. On the contrary, Salem definitely loved Ozma proving that she is capable of compassion. This is one of the things that makes Salem a far more intriguing villain to me now. What I appreciate about Salem and essentially Ozpin-Ozma too is that despite that fact that both represent the sides of good and evil in show; neither are entirely what they’re supposed to represent. They actually very gray characters.

Though Ozpin is the hero and personifies light and the preservation of all life in Remnant, Ozpin has been noted to have done some shady things that otherwise painted him in a negative light as we saw most of all this volume.

The same can be said for Salem. Although she is our main villain, I’ve noted times where Salem has shown a softer, kinder, even motherly side to her to some degree. For example, her relationship with Cinder Fall in particular. Cinder is Salem’s apprentice and the way Salem treats Cinder is almost like a surrogate mother with her daughter.

I mean, Salem could have easily had Cinder killed with a snap of her finger just as she did with Lionheart and have her Maiden magic extracted and given to someone else more worthy if she so desired. We all know she has the capability to do that. So then why not do it? What reason does Salem have to keep Cinder alive especially knowing fully well how she is?

I don’t know about you guys but it reminded me of a strict parent punishing their child but still going easy on them. Still keeping a close eye on them because they know their child so well that they have full confidence that they’ll ultimately come of their senses.

That’s why Salem is leaving Cinder alone to quote, ‘toil in her isolation until she redeems herself’. She’s punishing her but at the time, Salem also knows that Cinder will come back stronger and far deadlier than she was before because of this experience and that’s what Salem wants. It’s what she expects of her perfect apprentice. Her successor.

But here’s the thing. Salem loved Ozma and in the end, she still put her own desires about even him. Even if Salem is capable of loving someone, her selfish nature always resurfaces to prevail in her endeavours.

Rather than honouring Ozma's life and allowing him to rest as the God of Light said, Salem challenged the Gods again and again until it resulted in her winding up immortal but alone; cursed to walk Remnant’s face until the world is either destroyed or Salem learnt the value of life as the God of Light had hoped she would.

Did she though? Well that fact that she’s trying to gather all Four Relics while simultaneously making plans to jumpstart a Second Great War within the kingdoms of Remnant which would throw the world into the perfect chaos to get it permanently destroyed by the Gods’ return speaks volumes of how much she still hasn’t learned her lesson yet.

Salem may have loved Ozma and the life they built together after he returned but even that was later upturned by Salem’s own selfishness. From the get go Salem has only catered more for herself and even after all these years, she still refuses to see the light of what the God of Light warned her about herself. Say what you will about the Gods. Though the Brothers are also pretty grey characters themselves, it doesn’t change the fact that there was justification behind their actions with Salem. A lesson to be learnt that’s unfortunately still being avoided.

Salem was cursed with immortality because she refused to let go of her selfishness after attempting to trick the Gods into granting her desired wish of being reunited with her lover. As the God of Light rightfully said, in the beginning, when Salem made her first attempt to revive Ozma, her motives were worth pitying. As a viewer, I felt for Salem the first time. However after her second failed attempt and watching the people of First Remnant get manipulated and killed because of her personal vendetta against the Gods, my sympathy well dried up as I started to see Salem become the antagonist I know her to be.

And what’s even more depressing and noteworthy is that even after causing all that death and chaos to Remnant, Salem still did not learn her lesson and she still hasn’t to this current timeline in RWBY. She still continues to pursue her own desires and see the lives of others as nothing more but tools to use in her pursuit of what she wants.

This brings me to the meat of my post and why I’ve been making parallels between Oscar and Salem.

I have this theory---one that I’ll delve deeper into in a future musing--- about Oscar becoming an immortal just like Salem. Hear me out on this one. What if… Oscar meets the God of Light in the Realm between Realms similar to Ozma and asks him to grant him immortality. Not because he wants to preserve his own life but for the selfless motive of him desiring to use his newfound immortality to protect the people Oscar cared about while taking on the full mantle of saving humanity from the plight of Salem and her forces without the need to force Ozma and any more unsuspecting souls after him with such a task.

Imagine if… Oscar willing sacrificed his own life to end it. End the cycle and let it start over with him alone.

Imagine if…Oscar became the last Wizard of Light. The only Wizard and the cycle resets with him as he’s turned immortal.

As I said, I plan to go more in depth with this theory soon in another musing but it’s definitely something I think could be a potential twist with Oscar’s story. I don’t want to put it as an expectation but I would love to play around with the concept of it.

I’ve seen many Pineheads worrying over Oscar being taken over by Ozpin completely or losing himself to the Merge so to counter that, I raise this possibility of Oscar essentially becoming the last reincarnate---the Last Wizard of Light as he willingly choses to dedicate the rest of his existence to stopping Salem while Ozpin, Ozma and all the other past Wizards culminated inside him over the centuries can finally be laid to rest knowing that Oscar will be the likeminded successor to carry out their legacy and mission all on his own and of his own choice as himself going forward.

If you’ve read any of my Oscar-themed musings and theories before, y’know I’ve been singing this idea of Oscar being the end to the reincarnation cycle along with him being the true reincarnate of Ozma’s original form.

I still stand very firmly by those theories because the series has set up Oscar being special---completely different from the other Wizards. The lingering question brought up in this series is whether or not Oscar will be just another one of Ozma’s lives to live out and I don’t think he will be. I believe the very fact that Ozpin reincarnated within Oscar of all people at such a young age compared to the other lives and in such a short space of time between rebirths was the first sign of how different his journey was going to be.

In the Legend of Korra series, Korra technically became the last Avatar and first Avatar in the second book. Basically the Avatar cycle sort of reset itself with Korra.

So I’d like to think Oscar will follow a similar experience where the reincarnation cycle will change with him. Oscar could symbolize the end and beginning to a new cycle. That’s why I like the concept of him becoming immortal. Instead of Ozma’s soul being reborn in the minds of different men and those souls coming together to form who we know today as the Wizard, Oscar will be the last one so that the next time Oscar dies---either he’ll die for good (meaning the God of Light strips him entirely of the reincarnation curse) or Oscar won’t die and will be reborn as himself at the last point of death or perhaps he’ll get to stay fourteen years old forever until Salem is defeated. Who knows? Overall I really love the idea of Oscar becoming an immortal just like Salem.

I mean sure Ozma had his reincarnation curse but technically his immortality wasn’t the same as Salem’s. Jinn did allude to Salem, quote, ‘meeting her adversary in time’. Of course, at the moment of revelation, the obvious assumption to that for me was Ozma since he’s the one we know is Salem’s main opponent.

However…Ozma once shared a relationship with Salem. He had a past with her. He loved her and I’d like to think that love is still there buried deep within. I don’t want to say that Ozma’s love for Salem has been his crutch but that little titbit is starting to make me wonder that perhaps…the true adversary that Salem was supposed to have wasn’t Ozma or any of the Wizards after him. It was Oscar.

For all we know, what if…Ozma and the other incarnates were just another experiment conducted by the God of Light similar to how he said Remnant was an experiment for him and his brother to learn from.

Imagine if… Light basically used Ozma and the other Wizards as guinea pigs in his formation of the perfect adversary for Salem---one the Gods believed could truly achieve what his successors could not. Defeat Salem once and for all and undo their mistake of the past. That could be an intriguing twist too. It does paint the Gods in a very heartless light more so than the actual canon did unfortunately but still worth tossing out as a theory y’know.

But yeah, that’s the theory I’m working with for now.

Returning to the original point of this response post, I know I’m hoping for Ruby and Oscar’s love to parallel Ozma and Salem in some ways but not all parallels have to end the same. Just because Ozma and Salem’s love ended in tragedy doesn’t mean that the same will befall Ruby and Oscar for their potential love story.

If Oscar and Ruby were to fall in love, I’d love to believe their love will be different. It’ll probably have its own fair share of harsh challenges particularly the ones stirred by Salem but it will be a different story with a much better end. A happier ending than the Fairy Tale lovers.

Y’know what’s ironic and what would best summarize my answer to this post. It was Ozma and Salem’s love that admittedly brought about the end of humanity in a way when you think about it. All the more reason for me to believe that it’ll be the love between Oscar and Ruby that will save the world. The relationship to blossom between them, the love and devotion they’ll come to share for each other and the people they care about---that’s what’ll save both Remnant and Salem from damnation.

I know it sounds cheesy but I do love me a good plate of cheese in romance.

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I wonder if it's possible that Lavi will end up with his own rival/enemy within the clan? I'm just fully expecting the bookman clan to not be as united in everything as you'd think. The Order and even surprisingly the Noah family are in their own chaos w/conflicting goals/feelings over this war. There's no way any human run organization is 100% perfect w/different povs. That one guy at Campbell mansion that fans think might be a bookman looked pretty hostile. That's a little scary. Even more -

2 coming from a group of unfeeling people not attached to anyone and holding a lot of knowledge to themselves in secrecy (knowledge is power. Enough the Noah are torturing them for it). What if there are bookman who won’t acknowledge Lavi as the Bookman successor? What if they try to use Lavi’s feelings for Allen against him in order to discredit his worth. This could be a good time for Lavi to reavaluate the clans purpose and any hypocrisy he finds if there are bookman against him.

that would be pretty neat tbh??? I would completely dig it!

We know th eBookmen are a clan after all, and if the two people we’ve seen in the Campbell mansion are part of the clan, we have a bigger family that can awaits us there.

It would be fun say that, there is one official Bookman and one successor that goes around from war to war, but a sort of main clan that keeps archieve and makes researches to know where to send them and all- which would also requiree that some of them may not agree entierely with what’s going to happen.

Let’s be real, Bookman Sr is. Not going to survive for long at this point. It would be a miracle if he does. If Lavi was his chosen successor, with also his current disappearance it is possible they will try to remplace him. (”Bookman doesn’t have a successor anymore”). What if they chose a new successor before knowing Lavi is alive? What sort of conflict would that bring, would that person be ready to give up his place?

And it could be easy to blame Lavi for how involved he got in the Exorcists to say he’s unfit to be a Bookman. And that apparently while Bookman managed to escape the Noah, Lavi hadn’t, for all we know, which could make him unfit if he can’t even defend himself. (using here very unfair logic, but that’s what you can get from humans organizations).

What if Lavi got really hurt in the tortures and it affected his way to reccord history? Maybe this one is the most extreme and least interesting one bc it would have a “logic” Lavi can’t really make a choice about, but what if people use against him that say, PTSD from the torture makes him irrational and therefore he cannot be a Bookman since he can’t controle said PTSD? Bc if he doesn’t get others majors sideeffects (an angst fanfavorite to explore in fanfic is memory loss, that would destroy Lavi to not be able to remember things, imagine the slow angst of realizing information are slipping away and what it means for his role! Sadly i would keep this one for fanfics bc like i said, too extreme and stripping him from his choice) we can at LEAST expect some PTSD of being tortured and then losing Bookman in such a short period. How woulc a clan that neglects emotions would feel about “illogical triggers”?

Or what about if people had never approved Lavi to start with? He got propulsed at the title of successor at the age of 6 because of his mystery eye. What if that didn’t please some potential successors? Imagine people who had more training, more preparation, (who knows when Bookmen originally gets picked) getting upstaged not because the guy has more talent at being a Bookman but because of the mystery of his eye? That could have created some jealousies inside the Clan. What if the tortures did something to said eye and people would use it as a reason for him to not be fit as a Bookman anymore? (i think this one is unlikely bc I do think the eye will play a part on the long term, but we’re in a what if situation there)Therefore any excuses used against Lavi could work. And this one would also put the eye on a plotpoint worth exploring more than as a sidenote.

We don’t even know how much the Bookman clan would have agreed after all with recordding for the Exorcist - after all they’re linked to the Campbell and had been on the Noah’s side for reccord. Perhaps they disapprove of it. Hell, Lavi and Bookman had seen 48 wars, with about 4months each time, but now they’ve been in the Exorcist side for two years. Which is absurdly long by those standarts. Would the Bookmen agree with those practices? wouldn’t that just “tempt your emotions into caring for people you stay this long with”?

What if Bookman’s methods weren’t even entierely approved? He kept secrets about Cross after all. And his previous apprentice did gods know what. If Past Apprentice did get linked to the Noah (or well Past!A=Apprentice), couldn’t they just put the blame on Bookman for not raising his successors properly and causing their impartiality to be put back in question? Could they therefore trust Lavi would they already have a sceptical look on Bookman? I mean we know nothing about how the Clan feels about Bookman and Lavi, anything can happen.

And how does the succession works anyway? Bookman dies and Lavi just takes over? You’d expect the Clan to know, so it means Lavi would have to touch a word with the Clan. What if they consider Bookman’s death too fishy to let Lavi take over, or that Lavi can’t make it to the succession, see therefore the others possible choices?

And if regardless of all that, if Allen comes to the Campbell mansion and revaluate them, would Lavi be forced to pick a side? Would things go this wrong? hell would the fact Lavi is friend with him automatically makes the Bookman put him under radar just in case?

…. Anyway there could be a LOT of different reasons to consider Lavi unfit, from the simple “we thought he was dead so we nominated someone else as Successor and we can’t know if he’s fit for it anymore” to some more vicious and petty stuff. And it could put Lavi to the test, and test his relationship with Allen.

Like you said, most organization we’ve established are flawed and have inner chaos. Hell even if Allen makes his third side, it will itself be chaos only bc Nea is roaming around or Link’s conflicted sides (but also bc nothing that require Kanda and Allen to cooperate will go completely smoothly, I love them and their dynamic but yknow how they are): So why not the Bookman clan?

the more we establish there are more people in the clan the more likely it is. When we had only two people to get an idea we would just limitate ourselves to them, but yeah, we have now 2, see 3 people if that old man wasn’t Sr. and if that Old man wasn’t Sr, you’re entierely right, the man looked quite hostile and know more about the shady stuff Noah had done. Would he approves?

And yeah would be cool if there was One Other Chosen Successor. The Preffered one, the one who would have been picked if Lavi hadn’t had that damn eye. Someone who could have grown jealous over time, someone who would fit much more the Bookman’s requirement. That would make for a fantastic rival and explore the clan, Lavi’s eye, everything.

And meanwhile Lavi could have a certain growth out of it: inner conflict withint he clan that would hurt on his inner conflict would make for a fantastic arc, especially if Allen becomes the major reason of said conflict, with what we said before of “letting history happen and let him suffer or saving him”, that could be not appreciated under the Clan’s scrutiny.

…..

So yeah i’ve never thought about it before but now i’m fascinated by that idea, thank you so much nonny omg.

I guess we’ll have to see but that would be so cool aaahhh

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could you write a fic where bruce and loki have a chat on the refugee ship in space (pre-thanos) and find they have a lot in common, starting to overcome mutual distrust?

Hehey woah this took like 500 years but I hope you like it!! I really enjoyed writing it, it was a great prompt to get back into writing too!

Lemme know what you think!

Loki stumbled upon him during one of his many wanderings about the dark and dusty corners of their temporary spaceship home. Tucked away in the dark recesses of the ship, amidst the cargo and such things, there was a small compartment that suited the earth scientist such that it seemed as lonely as he.

Loki, feeling strangely genuine, sat on the box next to the hulk turned Bruce, startling the man who dropped whatever it was he was reading.

“Loki! I, I didn’t hear you come in.” He said a bit warily.

Loki didn’t say anything, merely hunched over himself, his arms crossed with his back facing Bruce in an unconscious display of trust.

Bruce eyed him suspiciously for a moment before attempting to go back to his reading, his back rigid in a way that it wasn’t before.

He lasted longer than Loki thought he would. It was about 5 minutes before the telltale slam of a book being shut and the familiar feeling of eyes drilling a hole into the back of his head.

“Loki? Did you need something? Or if you’d rather sit here I could go somewhere else…”

“Come now Bruce, I think this obvious discomfort and distrust is quite overrated don’t you?” Loki sighed, not bothering to turn around.

Bruce flinched as the Asgardian hit home before clearing his throat pointedly. “W-Well I don’t think it’s quite misplaced. If you remember our history like I do I’d think you’d agree.”

“The past is in the past my dear fellow, and we’ve had quite an adventure in these last few weeks wherein Thor and I stumbled upon you and rescued you. I’d have thought we’ve bonded.”

Bruce snorted a bit, not buying it. “Well, I’d say you thought wrong.”

A strange silence befell the two. Not quite an animosity but not companionable either, though neither of the two acknowledged it as the seconds turned to minutes. Bruce went back to reading, to the best of his ability, while Loki stared off a bit dazedly. And when Loki next spoke it was with such a sincerity that if he wasn’t sitting right next to Bruce he wouldn’t have believed it came from the God of Mischief.

“I believe we are more similar than either of us cares to admit.”

Bruce closed his book again, turning a bit more so as to look more towards the Asgardian’s profile. “What makes you say that?”

Loki laughed a bit at the question, the sound was high and bitter, but with a note of sadness to it. “A hatred of our father’s for starters, misguided or not, that fact remains.”

Bruce felt a shudder wrack his spine and he instinctively curled in on himself, becoming smaller and more closed off. “H-How did you-”

“Take my word that I did no sort of unconventional mind reading on you without your knowledge. Whether you, believe me, is your choice, but from one lost youth to another, I understand the rage and the pain of a monster well enough to see it in others.”

Bruce’s shoulder relaxed minutely at the admission, and the silence that fell over the pair this time was less stifling.

“I guess,” Bruce began. “If we’re still on the topic of being similar. We’re both either too smart or too stubborn to stay dead.” He offered in an attempt to lighten the mood.

Loki gave an amused huff at that which Bruce counted as a small victory. “I supposed it’d be a bit of both. That or it’s our tempers that keep us alive, yours a bit literally.”

Bruce laughed at that, feeling a strange weight lift off him and he turned around so he and Loki we’re sitting more shoulder to shoulder rather than back to back. “And we both like green.”

Loki blinked at that, an expression of surprise on his face before he full body chuckled. “Yes, I suppose that’s true.”

It was then, that a realization dawned on the due that prompted them to devolve into giggles, bordering on hysteria. Of all the people, on this ship, a ship that held a crew of alien and an entire civilization, that the two who related most to each other, were at the same time the most unlikely.

“It’s crazy!” Bruce choked between fits of laughter. “That out of everyone I know, anyone that I could know, that it would be you I relate to the most!”

“Quite absurd.” Loki agreed.

After their laughter tapered down to giggles and all but subsided Loki and Bruce shared a calculating look, trying to read the other in a new light.

“Yknow, it, it’s weird.” Bruce began. “To say ‘we’ about something I’ve experienced. To know someone who gets it.”

“Indeed.” Loki muttered, looking out into the vast expanse of the universe and for once not feeling so alone in it all.

“We.”

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goldenscript · 8 years ago

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jack frost!minhyuk

lee minhyuk, a man of not only jovial fun but of snow and frost and all the glorious white mush that dusts lush green lawns and ices over ponds and nips at everyone’s noses

he’s the kind of spirit that accepted his fate and didn’t mind the tasks they thrusted at him bc what else could he do??? fight the greater deities for cursing him????

you could say he’s an optimist because there’s no other way to see life at this point

he’s always been that kind of half full guy and he’ll always make the most of any situation so knowing that he let his younger sister have a life is all that he can ever ask for - he just happened to be given a second chance

this time to bring joy and life to others like he had with his sister

it took him quite a while to get acclimated to being a holiday spirit, but having fun has always been his kind of thing

he often played games with his sister, ice skating, snowball fights, sledding,,, all that good stuff

so when he was given the ability to control the one thing he loved the most in the world (aside from his lil’ sis) he made sure to make the most of every winter season

at first, he was always shy to interact with younger kids because he was so sure that no one could see him - the first time someone walked right past him, he sulked for ages ok

but then he meets your great aunt who lives away from the city and on the outskirts - at the time she didn’t have a lot of friends so she just wished for one and somehow minhyuk and her crossed paths

not that it was an accident or anything, but he has fled from the city with a sad heart, wandering until he stumbled across a lake that resembled the one when he was alive and he saw your great aunt

when she saw him, she lit up despite being so shy but she just knew he was so okay so she greeted him and gosh did he warm up

she looked right at him and nodded when he pointed at himself like “me??” and she asked him if he wanted to play and that’s what began their time together

even well into her adult life as she married and had kids, she still believed in him because he became such a huge part of her childhood and she invited him to do the same with her children

they didn’t quite remember him as they grew older but it came as a relief to him that she did

when she was alone and withered by age, he still came to see her and eventually saw you

not many people liked to visit her because she was always talking about a “minhyuk” but neither you nor your parents cared (though your parents more or less pitied the older woman tbh) so they let you stay with her and you became his playmate

you knew him by minnie than minhyuk,,, always shrieking his name in laughter and elation because he was the best playmate you’d ever known

most importantly, because he could conjure up snow,,,, tho he was total cheat at snowball fights ngl & at the end, he would let you win and pelt him with snowballs then return to the cottage with you for your great aunt’s famous hot cocoa

and many years went on like this and the loneliness you felt sort of melted away because all you can remember is fondness in your childhood and of a boy named minnie

who still thinks abt you tbh,,, he stops by your aunt’s to ask abt you and help her and he just,,, hopes that you’d come back one day

tbh, you’re not sure when you stopped believing in minnie but you do know it came right as soon as your visits to your great aunt grew less and less

even when you did stop, you mostly cared for her and tried to help her esp during the summer when the weather was the hottest bc she insisted she was fine during winters

unlike her own kids, you helped her the most - your parents encouraged it though mostly for their own benefit to rake up than anything else

after college, with a job lined up and everything, you actually decide to move there instead of a place in the city like they wanted and they disliked how you decided not to sell the house when you were gifted the cottage in her will

ofc now,,,, you’re scared

it’s the first time you’re truly living alone and caring for a small place all on your own but you’re also comforted by the nostalgia because the faint memories of your great aunt and your imaginary friend minnie - a point in time when life was easier than worrying about living and paying bills

one day when you’re on the ice abt to skate and you’re wobbling he actually appears and says “still not good on the ice huh?”

you’re surprised, rubbing your eyes in disbelief, “minnie??????????????”

he just smiles, “well it’s minhyuk but you can still call me minnie!!!”

you’re almost certain it’s a dream but you don’t care bc you want to enjoy this moment and not think abt bills and taxes and all that other crap that’s sure to take away the fun from life

so you just grin and say, “hi minhyuk, i’m y/n”

“i know!”

“you do??”

“i remember u,,,, i was hoping you’d come back actually”

you’re surprised but before you can scold your dream self for being so childish you realize you don’t really care

and !!! he admits he’s always had the most fun with you bc you were always telling him silly stories and making him laugh and it makes you so happy that you can’t stop yourself from doing it again

this time with robots and dinosaurs and the great world war of the past and present and other great stuff you hadn’t actually told anyone since they were all pretty unconventional stories

you go to bed that first night wishing you didn’t have to wake up because this was first time you actually felt free since you last moved there but even in your dreams he’s there and it makes you smile and sleep well

the next day,,, you wake up a little late but you’re quick to get ready to run errands and you’re still pretty dazed as you walk off the bus and toward your cottage until you see a pair of feet that could only belong to one person

you almost drop the hot cocoa ingredients and he’s immediately scooping the items into his arms and scolding you like “careful!!! sheesh”

you laugh a little nervously bc you swore you were dreaming the other day ago bc he can’t be really right??

but as you both round the corner of the pathway toward the front door, he just laughs and says, “srsly you aren’t I’m really here”

he even lets you poke his cheek and squeeze his arm just to make sure because you’re seriously trying to wrap your head around the fact that your imaginary friend from childhood may not have been imaginary after all,,, but you figure he isn’t some malevolent spirit trying to kill you,,, hopefully

so you’re like “well,,, would you like to come in for hot cocoa then?” and as he makes himself at home, enjoying the way you decorated and everything, you make your great aunt’s secret recipe which he loves too

and the moment realization strikes him, his features just like up and he’s like “!!!!!!!!!! you’re amazing”

you laugh and you thank him for always making your childhood really fun and for keeping you company

he’s just like “yeah ofc it’s what your great aunt wanted,,,,”

and you smile a lil sad but he just puts his hand on top of yours to comfort you and it makes you smile,,, bc he’s still nice and kind as ever and that,,,, seriously warms your heart

it just becomes this routine to stay with minhyuk, do errands, and even once in a while go to your job with him present bc ur office is pretty secluded from everyone else’s

he makes u laugh and feel really happy like even more than reliving your childhood nostalgia and you’re certain that it might be more than a platonic thing but you don’t want to say anything

it isn’t until one day when jooheon, a guy from ur office, asks you out and minhyuk is actually frowning and pouting bc “??? are you really going out with this guy???? why not spend time with me??”

you actually have to excuse yourself to take minhyuk aside like “??? what’s ur deal”

but he just clamps up because how can he just say that without coming off as some child y’know??

so he’s just like “um,,,, i,,, i don’t know! what’s urs?”

of course, you’re confused but before you can say anything else he just disappears and says he’ll see you later

,,,but by “later” he actually means later bc he doesn’t appear for a few days especially since ur lil’ hangout with jooheon

it wasn’t even anything special either since all you could think about was minhyuk and if he was ok because he seemed really upset and the thought of him upset actually,,, hurt you,,, A Lot

so anyway, you’re out in your backyard drinking hot cocoa with a plate of cookies and there’s another mug for him

you’re just sitting there like “where r u dummy?” but he doesn’t show up and it’s starting to get really cold so you leave it out and the next morning you find the plate and mug washed in your dish rack

and the rest of the day kind of drone on without minhyuk’s company and it makes you even more sad bc you miss him terribly

turns out he misses you too !!

well, duh

in all that time you two spent together, he’s grown attached to you and a part of him has been at war with himself since then because is that even ok ??

he’s known you since childhood and you’ve seen him as a figment of your imagination ,,, having feelings for you now seems so out of the question but then he thinks back to the way you look with snow caught in ur hair,,, the way you’ll hold his hand real tight even when you’re both inside,,, the fact that you can make ur great aunt’s hot cocoa and cookies so effortlessly ???

but ok rlly,, you’ve become such a kind and caring soul with such a selfless way of thinking and it makes him feel so happy to see that y’know??

it also makes him sad tho bc you told him abt how you were pretty much alone since your parents didn’t like your decisions to keep your great aunt’s place and how you didn’t have a lot of friends just bc of your parents and honestly he was your sole friend

like that? that breaks his heart and it makes him so freaking torn because he doesn’t want to hurt you like that yknow?

he doesn’t want to abandon you but he also doesn’t want to have these feelings for you but he just,,, he can’t help himself

even when his friends keep telling him to leave well enough alone, he looks to the man on the moon and he just,,, knows that this is where he should be

(ofc after all his tasks are done and all,,, which doesn’t take long but he sees that one of the weather spirits are being particularly mean and aiming a storm in your area and it has him racing there)

one night there’s a particularly horrid snow storm with lightning and thunder and you’re kinda terrified bc you’ve never been that keen on thunderstorms

and to be frank, it’s the first time you’ve ever suffered through a storm in the cottage without your great-aunt too,,,,

but minhyuk shows up bc he can’t stand seeing you so freaked out and he eases up on the snow even tho some of it isn’t his doing

(though he’s sure to deal with that later)

he asks if you’re ok and u get only a lil snippy bc “where have you been, you chicken head????? how could u just leave me and take my hot cocoa???”

he apologizes and admits he’s jealous bc jooheon can be seen out with u and u won’t look crazy and he just,,,, really likes u.

in all that time you two spent together, even in that time apart - it dawns on you why it upset you so much that he left and it isn’t just cuz he’s one of your only friends

so you say, “god you’re a dummy” and before he complain, you admit, “i like you too so don’t leave me ok it makes me sad”

he just lights up and a lot of the angry snow sort of dissipates as he draws you into his arms and feels you tighten ur hold on him

and because of this, it makes u both closer than ever

like christmas is even better than ever bc even tho your parents weren’t keen on that stuff, he helps u decorate and make cookies for santa (tho he eats them because he refuses to share those godsent cookies)

you both exchange gifts and he adores the mittens you made him with the lopsided thumbs and you love the snowflake necklace he had made and purchased (it took lots of begging from the man on the moon just to have a physical form that day even for like ,,,, 2 hours,,,, yes shopping really took that long for him,,,, rip)

and as you both get up from your spots on the rug by the fire place to put the dishes away by the doorway, he can’t help but point up when you’re down with the dishes with this cute, mischievous smile

you look up, brow raised and cheeks flushed but you pull him downward by the collar of his sweater and y’all kiss under the mistletoe

of course, it makes you sad when spring rolls in but he promises to pop in even if it is unconventional and he gets in trouble

and boy does the man on the moon do a good scolding every now and then, just for him

but even the spirits love the two of you together and they’ll send you nice gifts because it makes them happy to see minhyuk happy after this long

regardless of everything, even with the grand design telling you both that this won’t work out, you’re content bc he’s in your heart and you’re in his

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