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an-yeppeoso · 4 years

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Reverie: Ebon Light Walkthrough

This guide is still under construction.

Edit about the title: I was around in the very beginning when it was called Reverie: Ebon Light. I can change it if you guys find it confusing. Lemme know.

This is a guide for Ebon Light by @underbliss. You can download the game at https://underbliss.itch.io/ebon-light

I’ve been following this game since 2018 and some of my friends began to show an interest in it, so I figured I’d do the world a favor and make a guide.

The order of this guide will be stats, a review of the sort of prologue, Vadyen’s route, Laceaga’s route, Haron’s route, Ernol’s route, and finally Duliae’s route. I will briefly cover the what happens if you don’t want to date anyone as well.

First let’s talk about your character stats. The stats are important because they unlock certain options for you in the future. You can get through any of the routes with each of the dispositions, but I’ve found there are dispositions I prefer more for each route. Alternatively, you don’t have to romance any of the characters. That’s one of the nice things about this game.

Character Stats

You characters has 4 core stats: cunning, curiosity, charm, tenacity.

Cunning: a stat that goes up if you play smart, have a smooth way with words, and manipulate others.

Curiosity: a stat that goes up if you ask questions every chance you get.

Charm: this stat was hard to figure out since options that seem like they might get your charm up, get your amity up instead. To get this stat up you need to play nice, be pleasant with others, and be okay with entertaining them

Tenacity: I’d say this is the easiest stat to understand. To get it up you have to never give up. Be sure of yourself, of your success. Be a fighter.

These stats can only improve. They do not change if there are under a certain amount. The stats that do change are:

Amity: Amity is basically how peaceful you are. Make enough choices that aren’t peaceful and this stat will change and become discord. From what I’ve experienced, it doesn’t matter that much if you have it in discord. Sometimes, certain romanceable characters will have choices that you need amity for.

Desire: Desire is your desire for change. Do you take initiative to change things? This is helpful when you are trying to take advantage of the fracture, or trying to charm Lorne, but again, it’s okay if you don’t have high desire. If you choose enough choices that are nonchalant, this stat will change and become inertia. I try to have this stat up when doing Haron and Ernol’s routes.

Virtue: Virtue is what it sounds like; how morally upstanding you are. If you act with loose morals, this stat will become vice. Again, I’m not quite sure if it really matters, but I try to have this stat up when I’m doing Vadeyn’s route.

Daring: Again, it’s what it sounds like. How willing to face danger are you? How brave are you? This turns into timid if you act as such.

Faith: This is how trusting you are. I’m always trusting when I’m doing Vadeyn’s route. In general, it’s good to have a little faith. This will turn to doubt if you act suspicious of everyone.

Charity: This is basically how kind you are, how selfless. This turns into malice when you are mean spirited.

Might: Might is how weak you are both physically and mentally. If you stumble when physically attacked, rely on other too much and act helpless, this stat will turn into frailty.

Grip: This is a very important one. At the beginning it is called rest. This changes after you come to the island. Grip is basically how much grip you have over the Cuthintal. Also how sane you are. Act in manners that display no grip over your power, and this changes to madness. The only time this really comes into play is during battles. If you get a lot of grip, this stat will change to haunt.

Prologue

The game is designed so you can get a good ending with the disposition of your choosing. That being said, For Duliae’s route I highly recommend choosing cunning as your disposition. Choices that don’t affect your stats will be left out of the guide.

“And what was I to take from this miserable little tale, [name]?”

Never trust anyone: this will lower your faith and will make it turn into doubt.

Fools make foolish oaths: from what I could see, it doesn’t affect any of your stats significantly.

Darkness cannot be sealed away: this will lower your desire and make it turn into inertia.

Nothing: from what I could see, this doesn’t affect any of your stats significantly.

Just passing the time: again, I don’t think this one does anything.

“Well... I’m not sure.”

You’re not sure where you stole it?: this will decrease your faith and amity.

“Besides, do you really care where I got it?”

Yes!: this will increase your virtue.

Well... no.: this will decrease your virtue.

“And there’s Rylen to consider, of course”

Try to haggle: this option is only significant if you chose the cunning disposition. It won’t affect your stats. If you haggle with him you gain 5 trin. Trin actually doesn’t matter and I will explain why later.

Decline: does nothing but opens up another option for you to reconsider or decline again.

“Rylen turned to leave.”

I was happy to let him leave as quickly as he wanted: does nothing but opens up other options which do affect your stats:

He was was irritating me: lowers your amity

He was making me nervous: lowers your daring

I wanted to ask for stories of the sea: does nothing but opens up other options which do affect your stats:

The places you’ve seen?: raises your curiosity

The might of the sea?: raises your might

Something rare and beautiful?: raises your charm

“It had been threatening to give way for weeks;...”

Kick it: lowers your amity

“What are you doing?”

Hello, Aunt Vanya: increases your charity

You startled me!: decreases you might and daring

None of your business: decreases you amity

“Fair? Save your breathe.”

Then I’ll go: increases your charity

You’re lying: decreases your faith

What business do you have in the village?: increases your curiosity

I don’t care!: decreases you charity by a lot

“I knew the Burned Forest well...”

Keep foraging: increases your tenacity

Explore: increases your curiosity

“No longer alone, I began to feel a bit calmer”

Though I was still plenty terrified: decreases your might and daring

I was actually very curious: increases your curiosity

I was ready to defend myself: increases your might

“Everything’s certainly been strange lately”

I’ve not forgiven you: decreases your amity

I think I’ll as Rylen about that man in the forest: increases your tenacity

I wonder what I was dreaming...: increases your curiosity

“No, he definitely wasn’t human.”

Run!: does nothing but opens more options after Laceaga catches you:

I was terrified: decreases your daring

I was enraged: increases your daring

I was going to destroy him: increases your daring and might

Attack: increases your daring and might and opens new options:

I’m not done!: increases your tenacity

Is there any point?: decreases your desire

Speak: increases your amity and opens new options:

Be diplomatic: increases your desire

Be aggressive: increases your daring and might

“Do you know what I am?”

You’re the stranger that’s been following me: decreases your faith

You’re a dead man!: increases your daring, might, and tenacity. To unlock this option you need to have acted in an aggressive manner towards him

You’re an elf?: increases your curiosity

If you traded with Rylen:

“The spice I got from Rylen was in a pouch..”

The pouch of spice, from the pirate?: increases your amity

(Lie) I don’t know what you’re talking about: as far as I could see this does nothing

If you traded with Rylen:

“The Cuthintal belongs to me...”

It is mine actually: increases your daring

And what makes it yours?: increases your curiosity

Fine!: decreases your might

Do you want to fight me for it?: increases your might and decreases your amity. This option unlocks if you were aggressive towards him

“Was he serious?”

Start walking: increases your amity

Shake your head: increases your daring

“There was a pounding in my ear”

Attempt to trap the elf in the hut: opens these options:

Look inside first: increases your curiosity

Go for it!: As far as I can see this does nothing. Let me know if I’m wrong

Put the slide down and abandon this foolishness: decreases your desire

“I could tell Vanya wasn’t...”

It’s alright Vanya: increases your desire and charity

(Beg her to do something): decreases your might and virtue and opens up these options:

Agree to come willingly: I don’t think this does anything

Refuse to come: I don’t think this does anything. Laceaga catches you either way and you have to come with him

I won’t come: Increases your daring and opens up these options:

Scared of me?: increases your might

Leave her alone: increases your charity

“I could tell we...”

Where is Gha’alia?: increases your curiosity

Ugly scars: this does nothing but I like to tease my boy Lacey. Plus MC gets roasted so it’s funny

Is my aunt okay?(unlocks if you resist going straight away): increases your charity and opens these options:

What does that mean?: increases your tenacity and opens the same options below

Did you kill her?: increases your tenacity and opens these options:

If you let me think she’s dead, I might snap: To unlock this you need to have been aggressive. None of the options affect your stats but this one let’s you know what happened to Vanya

(Drop it): decreases your tenacity

“You will be on that ship.”

I will not: increases your daring and might

You could have just asked: increases your charm

You have to give me more information!: increases your curiosity

This dialogue changes a bit depending on your past choices but the options are the same

We definitely will not be friends: doesn’t do anything but open 3 more options which also don’t do anything

(Please for the love of God call him Lacey, his reactions and everyone else’s reactions are so funny and you can change it later if you’re doing his route. Irl I actually call him Lasagna :3)

“I felt a surge of optimism”

Then fix this!: increases your might

Then you can let me go!: increases your tenacity

Are you all like him?: increases your curiosity

He’s a talented stalker: increases your charm

“Wasn’t that obvious?”

Thank you: increases your charity

“If you don’t mind... how did you end up...?”

Tell him: increases your faith and opens up these options:

Yes, he made me: I don’t think this does anything

I was ready to leave Edric anyway: increases your curiosity

Ask him why he wants to know: decreases your faith a lot

Don’t tell him anything: decreases your faith

“He thinks that if someone is defenseless,...”

He’s right: decreases your virtue by an insane amount and decreases your charity

He’s wrong: increases your virtue and charity

I can defend myself!: increases your might by a lot and opens these options:

Then give me a few years to catch up, and we’ll see: increases your might

Then I should learn to defend myself: increases your might and tenacity and opens 2 options that don’t really do anything as far as I can tell

#otome #ebon light #laceaga #vadeyn #otome game #visual novel #renpy

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narukoibito · 3 years

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St. Mungos, since feeling is first who pays attention and Muggle FWB for the WIP Game?

Thank you for the interest, Anon! This took a while because things in my personal life are in chaos, but thank you for the request.

St. Mungos

This is my Healer!Ginny story that has been lurking in the back of my brain since last year. I’ve written a good amount of words, but then an entirely different plot appeared and now I may have to rewrite most of it, hence it’s lack of progress. But I still really want to finish this one day.

Ginny is a Healer on the 4th floor of St. Mungos. Her first patient is someone named Harry Evans. (This is a Harry never to Hogwarts story.)

The first thing Ginny notices is his eyes. They’re the most vivid, bright green that she’s ever seen. It’s unnerving how unseeing they are. A pressure builds up in her chest, an aching pain and nostalgia she can’t place.

The morning light from the window washes over his face, dancing off these round wire-rimmed glasses. His dark hair (black like a blackboard) appears to be on some ineffable scale of entropy — tousled and pointed in every which way, yet somehow it’s charming and works well with his sharp, unconventional features. Some of that hair spills over a bandage wrapped around his forehead.

But it’s also the pleasant, vacancy in those eyes that strikes her, like she’s looking at the embers of a once bright flame. He looks like an innocent, half-lost child, his lips curled in a ghost of a smile.

Her clipboard and supervisor tell her his name is Harry Evans. The name creates an itch at the back of her head, something she wants to scratch at, but the odd sense of nostalgia must be misplaced significance. He’s her first real patient.

He must matter to someone important to have his own room on the fourth floor of St. Mungo’s Ward 49. Usually they lumped all the long-term spell damaged patients in one place, let them wander under the supervision of one Healer. But this room is spacious and private, protected by complicated wards and concealing charms. Someone really cares about Harry Evans, and for some reason it causes a subtle burning behind her eyes. Maybe it’s because he looks like a newborn fawn.

Who wouldn’t want to protect him?

“You’re new, but he’s not difficult. It’s mostly maintenance,” her supervisor says. “He makes it easy, don’t you, Harry?”

Harry’s gaze drifts toward the window.

Ginny scans his file. It’s actually surprisingly thick, but a lot of it has been redacted. The summary page sums it up though: he’s twenty-one; he has been here for three years; the diagnosis is vague (severe curse damage); there’s a long slew of attempted cures, none of which were successful obviously; now it’s about making sure he’s comfortable whatever that means.

“All right, let me know if run into any trouble.” Her supervisor is already starting for the door.

“Um — what about — I know his treatment is maintenance, but can I…?” Ginny’s not sure what she’s trying to say exactly. Harry Evans has seen a lot of Healers if the list of attempted cures is any indication, but she gave up Quidditch to become a Healer in the long-term spell damage ward specifically because she wanted to do something.

Her supervisor gives her a rueful smile.

“Stick to maintenance. Harry Evans is a special case.”

Ginny turns back to Harry, who is facing her again, looking painfully innocent.

Somehow she doesn’t need convincing that he’s special.

since feeling is first who pays attention

This was a gift for the Harry/Ginny Discord Incognito Elf exchange. I managed to finish in time to gift it, but I want to take some additional time to rework it before posting. It is missed moments over the years as Ginny and her feelings for Harry evolve.

Ginny presses her face against the wall, peeking between the stair spindles. Her bright brown eye lands on the two boys hunched over a chessboard. Her brother Ron and Harry Potter, who, despite appearing to be losing, doesn’t look the least upset.

Harry Potter.

The Harry Potter is in her house. Looking comfortable on their couch despite the faded, mended cushions. His face crinkles in laughter at something Ron says, his green eyes bright with contentment. Ginny doesn’t miss the occasional look of awe at the things she’s always taken for granted. It’s almost as if he can’t believe he is really here.

He isn’t what she expected – isn’t what she imagined he would look like after all those years listening to Mum recite her favorite bedside story, about the heroic Savior of the Wizarding World. She had pictured neat hair, a dashing smile, someone who would recognize a comrade in her and take her on all sorts of adventures. He would be different, he wouldn’t discount her dreams of flying and doing everything her brothers could and more.

Instead, Harry Potter has the messiest hair ever, a sheepish smile, and clothes that he nearly swims in. Oh, and he has somehow missed the memo and found the comrade in her brother Ron instead.

Her fingers curl around the spindle. Not for the first time, a spike of envy shoots through her. If only she were a little older or a boy. Then maybe she would be the one playing chess with Harry. Maybe she would be the one to hide under his invisibility cloak and battle trolls and face You-Know-Who with him.

Ginny presses her face a little closer and lets out a sigh.

But Harry Potter is kind. He ignores all the times she has made a fool of herself. And he has the greenest eyes she’s ever seen. They are as green as those glowing jars of pickled toads at the Potion ingredients store Mum had taken her to. Pretty and kind and not dismissive of her patched clothes or her glowing red face.

Harry Potter. If he likes Ron, if he looks like he actually likes the Burrow, if his face grimaces at the attention at Flourish and Blotts, could it be possible that one day he could like her too?

Muggle FWB

Hah, so this was the first idea that I rambled off to my beta, which ended up with long, long emails back and forth on this idea that I never wrote! Here’s a snippet of that exchange:

Harry thinks he only see Ginny as a little sister, so when she suddenly proposes that they become friends with benefits in uni, he’s floored and says they’re practically family. Blinded by her anger over the rejection, she kisses him so that he knows what he’ll be missing. Of course, he then realizes his attraction to her. As their physical relationship progresses, they develop feeeeeeelings (gasp!). But Ginny thinks she only wants a physical relationship and once they have sex, it'll get out of her system. Harry has to work to convince her that she actually wants more.

But the backdrop is that Ginny doesn't think she wants more than sex is that when she was 11, she was kidnapped by Tom Riddle for as a kid (they met at the park a lot, and none of her brothers/Harry/anyone realized he'd been "befriending" her). Kid Harry figures out where Riddle took her and saves her.

Ginny wasn’t molested but she/Harry/everyone else is deeply affected by this event even though they don't realize it. Ginny thinks she's overcome it, and she's still a BAMF some the books but she's not fully over it as shown by her fear of being emotionally involved with Harry. It's why Harry refuses for a long time to think of her anything else outside of a brotherly way.

Ginny has a really bad sexual experience (though it doesn't go all the way), and as a result she's disgusted by men (not scared), but doesn't feel any revulsion with Harry. After not being able to get close to any boy for a long time, she decides to proposition Harry. Harry, being noble, absolutely refuses at first, but she kisses him, he's very attracted to her, and is convinced by her that he's helping her get over this tick. So it's FWB but it fits their personalities, and still stays true to the Ginny is subconsciously afraid of a real relationship/intimacy with Harry, who realizes he wants more but doesn't know if just getting to be physical is more than he'll ever deserve and he wants what he can get if not real love from her - until, of course, he realizes he can't do it anymore and she has to decide if she's brave enough to actually let herself feel.

HAHA omg I’m reading over my emails and I talk about getting into The Changeling and only sleeping 4/5 hrs a night and then the exchange ends with my coming up with my alternate dimension idea of Harry getting thrown into the BWL!Neville universe. So you guys can see why this story never went anywhere despite several thousands words between me and my beta.

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Whew, long post. Hope that satisfied your curiosity!

I’m honestly not sure there are any left, but let me know if you have any other wip asks! Though note that I will be rather absent in the near-future because of life.

#wip title game #anonymous #healer!ginny story #st. mungos #since feeling is first who pays attention #muggle au fwb #languishing wips #i'm not gone for good but will be gone for a little while #just popping my head in now and again #because life #hinny #harry/ginny

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sparrow-flies-south · 4 years

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Golden Slumbers

Pairings: Virgil & Remus & Janus Summary: For Virgil, Thomas spending Christmas with family up north feels like a nightmare of having to keep Thomas from humiliating himself. When he finds Deceit unconscious in the hallway, it becomes a whole different kind of nightmare.With no idea what's wrong with him, and with Remus no help, Virgil must turn to the only other people who might know what to do: The Light Sides. Notes: For the square "Trying To Wake Them Up" from my @badthingshappenbingo card.

Thanks to everyone on the Discord who cheered me on, and special thanks to @ancient-light for coming up with the title!

Masterpost - Read on AO3!

It was too damn cold.

Virgil grumbled to himself as he tried to find something warmer to wear, before giving up and deciding to just take the whole duvet with him. Whatever, the only people who would see him were Remus and Deceit, and he didn’t care what they thought of him.

It had been cold for days, ever since Thomas and his parents had arrived at his aunt’s house, which was up north. And Virgil had been working overtime, keeping Thomas safe, making sure he didn’t make a fool of himself, letting him know which of his cousins hated him. He’d spent the whole flight up by Thomas’ side, reminding him of everything that could go wrong so that he wouldn’t get complacent, wouldn’t relax so much that when the plane crashed he’d be unable to save himself.

And then there was Deceit, who wasn’t doing nearly enough. Thomas had almost told his aunt what he really thought of her cooking because Deceit hadn’t been there to stop him. It was only Virgil that managed to keep his mouth shut, and when Virgil had complained about, Deceit had snapped that he was worrying too much. Somehow, that conversation had ended with Virgil storming off to his room.

Deceit had better apologise to him today.

Virgil only made it partway down the hall before he tripped over something solid. He pushed himself up quickly, just in case whatever tripped him was about to try to eat him, and froze.

Deceit was curled in on himself, eyes closed and completely still.

What the hell was he doing asleep in the hallway?

Virgil reached out and shook Deceit gently. No response. He shook harder.

“Wake up, asshole, you tripped me up,” he said.

Still, nothing. Panic began to clutch at his chest; was Deceit even breathing? There had been a school assembly about what to do in an emergency, hadn’t there? What had that said?

He pressed two fingers against Deceit’s neck, but he had no idea where the pulse was even meant to be. The speaker had said something about checking the breathing, right? Virgil was pretty sure she’d recommended using a mirror, but there weren’t any mirrors in the corridor. He placed his hand just above Deceit’s face and waited.

For an eternity, there was nothing, and then Deceit’s breath tickled against his skin. Virgil relaxed, but only slightly. That still didn’t explain why Deceit was still asleep, or why he’d passed out in the first place.

Virgil draped the duvet over Deceit, because his skin was cold to the touch. He sat back, and stared. Everything was too quiet, too still, and he couldn’t bear it.

“Remus,” Virgil called.

Remus’ door swung open instantly.

“What is it?” Remus asked. “Want me to show you how to hang from the ceiling? Or how about I-” He trailed off when he saw Virgil and Deceit.

“I don’t care what you do,” Virgil said, “Just wake him up.”

Remus shook Deceit; he shouted at him, he made a variety of loud and disturbing noises. They even threw water on top of him, because it always worked in the movies, but all it did was make Deceit unconscious and wet.

Finally, they carried him into his room and lay him on his bed.

“It could be a curse,” Remus said, from where he was standing on the ceiling. “True loves molestation or something.”

“It’s meant to be true loves kiss,” Virgil corrected. “And how would he get cursed, anyway?”

Remus shrugged. “Beats me. Maybe it’s not a curse; maybe he’s stuck like this forever. Hey! Maybe this is going to be what happens to all of us when Thomas stops needing us.”

“Thomas needs us,” Virgil insisted.

“Sure, until he figures out a way to not need us anymore. Then he’s going to get rid of us, and it’ll just be the goody-two-shoes. Do you think he’ll stay here or will he fade away? Or maybe he’ll starve and starve until he dies.”

“Stop!” Virgil shouted, and Remus fell silent.

He rubbed his hands across his face. Remus could be right. It wasn’t like either of them knew what they were doing, what if they tried something and it made things worse? What if they had to watch Deceit waste away, until he was gone completely?

If it was one of them, Deceit would know what to do. But Virgil wasn’t any good at coming up with ideas, and Remus was too good at it. And now he was going to die, all because he was stuck with the two of them.

Unless he wasn’t stuck with them.

“I have an idea,” Virgil said.

Remus tilted his head. “Is it a good idea?”

Virgil laughed ruefully. “Not really.”

“Good! Good ideas are boring.”

Virgil took a breath. “I’m going to find help. You stay here and look after him.”

Remus looked curious, but Virgil didn’t wait long enough for him to start asking questions. If Virgil told him what he was planning, Remus would tell him all the ways that it was a stupid idea, and then Virgil would agree with him. Right now, Virgil needed to be brave, and the only way for him to do that was to not think.

So he didn’t hesitate before stepping out the door of the house, and into the strange, empty space behind it. In the distance, he could make out the bright red and blue paint of the other door. Virgil took a step forward, and the door was suddenly a lot closer; another step, and he was half way there. By the fourth step, he had reached the door, and was able to see that the paint was pristine, unlike the door to his house, which was cracked and peeling.

Virgil raised his hand to knock, and then stopped. Here, in the space between spaced, his thoughts came flooding back.

He’d only ever spoken with the Light Sides in the real world, whilst protecting Thomas from whatever hare brained scheme Princey had come up with. He’d never sought them out, and he’d certainly never asked them for help.

They probably wouldn’t listen. They’d probably tell him to get lost, because why would you help your enemy. But Deceit would die if Virgil didn’t do this, and if they didn’t want to help, then maybe he could offer them something in return.

Steeling himself, he knocked twice at the door, and then waited. For a long time, there was just the silence of the void, and he figured that they probably weren’t going to answer. Why would they? Virgil wouldn’t, if one of them came knocking.

Before Virgil could turn away, though, the door slid slowly open, and a face peered out. Virgil heart sunk immediately. Out of all of them, it just had to be Princey.

Princey didn’t look any happier to see him. “What do you want?”

Virgil hunched his shoulders and did his best to convey don’t mess with me in a look. “I want to speak to Logic,” he said.

Princey’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Why?”

“Let me speak to Logic and I’ll tell you.”

Creativity looked about to slam the door in his face, but then someone said something further inside the house, and Creativity sighed and pulled the door fully open.

“It’s Anxiety,” he called.

Someone stepped into the hallway behind Creativity. Morality.

“Oh, Anxiety,” he said, fiddling with the sleeves of the cardigan around his neck. “What are you doing here?”

“He wants to see Logic, apparently,” Creativity said before Virgil could answer. “It’s probably a trick. We should just get rid of him.”

“He is standing right here,” Virgil snapped.

“Logics inside,” Morality said, and he gave Virgil a shaky smile. “Why don’t you come in?”

Virgil glanced suspiciously at Princey, who crossed his arms and scowled, but didn’t say anything. Virgil figured he probably wasn’t going to chop his head off when Morality was right there.

Creativity twitched slightly when Virgil stepped over the threshold, but he didn’t make any movement. So far, so good.

Inside was warmer and brighter than their house, and the smell of pancakes hung in the air, making Virgil’s mouth water. It was as perfect as their stupid lives.

Morality led the way into the kitchen, where Logic was sat at the table, which was piled high with pancakes.

“We were just having breakfast,” Morality said. “Do you want any, Anxiety?”

Virgil shook his head, even though the smell of pancakes made his mouth water. He’d spent enough time around Remus to know not to accept food someone else had made. Besides, he had a job to do.

“Well, there’s Logic,” Creativity said sharply. “Now tell us what you’re doing here.”

Morality frowned but didn’t say anything.

Logic tilted his head, turning his intense gaze to Virgil. “You were looking for me? Why?”

No point in stalling now. He kind of wished he could speak to Logic alone, away from Creativity and Morality, but there was no way Creativity would allow that.

“I need your help,” he said.

“Absolutely not,” Creativity said immediately.

“Princey,” Morality scolded. “You don’t even know what he needs help with.”

“He’s our enemy,” Creativity argued.

“Hey, I’m looking out for Thomas, same as you,” Virgil snapped.

“Looking out for him? Please, more like-”

“Enough,” Logic said, drawing the attention back to him. “Anxiety, what is it you need our help with?”

Virgil swallowed. “It’s Deceit. He’s sick.”

“Oh no,” Morality cried. “What’s wrong with him?”

Virgil narrowed his eyes, trying to figure out if Morality was mocking him, but Morality just looked concerned.

“I don’t know,” Virgil answered. “But I- I found him in the hallway and he won’t wake up.”

“Strange,” Logic said. “And you have no idea what could have caused it.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I did,” Virgil snapped, and then winced when he remembered he shouldn’t be acting like himself if he wanted their help.

Logic nodded, apparently unbothered. “Then I will need to inspect his condition. I assume he’s on your side of the mindscape?”

Relief rushed through Virgil. “So you’ll help?”

“Yes,” Logic said, sounding confused that Virgil would even ask that.

“I’ll come, too,” Morality said. “I know I’m not as smart as Logic, but I still want to help.”

“Well, if you’re going, I’m going,” Creativity said before Virgil could object. “What if it’s some kind of trap?”

Virgil considered trying to insist on only Logic going with him, and then realised that arguing with them would just take up time they might not have. “Fine, whatever. Can we just get going?”

Logic nodded, and opened his mouth to say something, which Virgil took that as his clue to teleport them all to Deceit’s room. Morality gasped and Princey grumbled at the sudden change, but Virgil was focused on Deceit, asleep on the bed, exactly how Virgil had left him.

He hadn’t even realised that some part of him was expecting Deceit to be awake when he got back.

“Ah,” Logic said from behind Virgil. He began to cross the room towards the bed, only for something to land on him from above and knock him to the floor. Princey swore and drew his sword.

“I knew we couldn’t trust you,” Princey hissed.

Virgil ignored him. “What are you doing?” he snapped at Remus, who now had Logic pinned to the ground.

“Not sure yet! I could carve him into itty bitty bits, or make him sleep forever. Or make him sleep forever and then carve him into itty bitty bits. Which one sounds like more fun?”

Princey stepped forward, his sword pointed straight at Remus. In the background, Virgil was dimly aware of Morality looking between the three of them.

“Given that I am here to help Deceit, that would be counterproductive,” Logic said, way to calm for someone Remus was upset with.

“It’s true,” Morality said, causing Remus to twist his head unnaturally far to look at him. “Anxiety asked us to come.”

Now Remus was staring at Virgil, and looking unimpressed.

“I did tell you it was a bad idea,” Virgil pointed out weakly.

Remus hummed, and then turned back to Logic. “Can you fix him?”

“I can’t promise that without knowing for certain what’s wrong with him,” Logic said. “But I will certainly try.”

“Fix him,” Remus insisted, “Or I’ll eat your liver.”

And then, he sprang off of Logic, rising straight up into the air like a startled cat.

“Well, what are you waiting for, nerd?”

Virgil glanced over at Princey, wondering what he made of Remus’ threat, and realised why he hadn’t actually attacked anyone yet – Morality had stepped over to him and was holding him back. Logic pulled himself to his feet, and straightened out his shirt. He nodded once, and then went to Deceit’s bedside. Virgil followed.

Logic began his examination; he placed two fingers on Deceits neck to listen to his pulse; he peeled Deceits eyes opened and squinted at him; he summoned a thermometer which he pushed into Deceit’s ear. The whole time, Virgil hovered nearby, wishing there was something he could do to help, afraid to say anything in case it ruined Logic’s concentration.

“He’s asleep,” Logic said slowly.

“Uh, I know?” Virgil said.

Logic shook his head and glanced over, as if he’d only just realised Virgil was there. “His heart rate seems slow – though I don’t know whether that’s normal for him, many snakes do have slower heartrates than humans after all.”

“Yeah, but what’s wrong with him?” Remus asked.

“Nothing, as far as I can tell. Except he is asleep, which means something must be wrong.”

Logic looked rather perturbed at the idea of not having all the answers.

“So you can’t fix it,” Remus said, his voice dangerously even.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to figure it out,” Morality said.

“Preferably somewhere less freezing,” Princey muttered. “How do you stand it?”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “It’s not like we can help it. In case you missed it, it’s kind of cold out.”

“Well, maybe if you took the time to heat place-“

“Stop,” Logic snapped, straightening. He turned his intense gaze to Virgil. “This temperature is unusual?”

“Yeah,” Virgil said, resisting the urge to shrink back from everyone’s attention.

“And were there any changes to Deceit’s behaviour recently?”

“Uh, he’s had a stick up his ass,” Remus chimed in.

“Not what I meant,” Logic said. “Has he been eating more?”

Virgil and Remus both shook their heads.

Logic sighed. “That is… unfortunate. It appears he is in some form of hibernation. Ordinarily, he would have prepared by increasing his food supply, but it seems the abrupt change in temperature made him enter this state quickly.”

Virgil racked his brains trying to think of what he knew about hibernation. There wasn’t a lot.

“So he’s going to sleep all winter?” he asked.

“That would be incredibly dangerous. But no, most likely he will wake in a couple of days. What is important is preventing him from re-entering hibernation. You will need to keep this place warmer than it currently is.”

“I could set some things on fire,” Remus suggested.

“Absolutely not,” Virgil snapped. Remus pouted, so Virgil added, “If you do, you’ll set the whole place on fire.”

“Which will be warm!”

“I’d advise raising the temperature slowly,” Logic said. “You will also need to provide food and fluids when he wakes up.”

“I can help with that,” Morality spoke up from the back of the room. “I’ll go find something to give him!”

“And I,” Princey said dramatically, taking a step forward as if stepping into a spot light, “Can help with your heating problem.”

“I can manage the heating just fine,” Remus snapped.

“Because you’re doing such a good job at it already.”

“Maybe we like it chilly!”

“Deceit is literally unconscious!”

Ignoring the bickering, Virgil grabbed Logic’s arm and dragged him to one side. Morality had already left the room, presumably to try and find something edible in the kitchen.

“Look, thanks,” Virgil said.

Logic blinked at him. “It’s quite alright,” he said.

“So, uh what do you want?”

Better to get it over with, whatever it was. Still, Virgil couldn’t think of anything he could give. Surely the Light Sides could have everything they wanted?

“Want?” Logic echoed. “I’m not sure what you mean. I have already provided instructions for Deceit’s care.”

Virgil almost rolled his eyes, and then stopped himself. This wasn’t the time. “That’s what I mean. What do you want in return?”

“Ah,” Logic said. “You expect this to be a transaction.”

Virgil shrugged. “What else would it be?”

“There is nothing I require that you could give me,” Logic said, making Virgil bristle, because yeah, they all knew that, but it’s not like Logic had to call it out. “And I certainly wasn’t expecting payment when I agreed to help.”

Wow. For the embodiment of logic, he sure seemed stupid. Why would he just give something like that away for free? Didn’t he know that Virgil was in a corner?

“I’m pretty sure the others won’t like that.”

Logic looked confused. “How so?”

“Because you don’t just… do things for people for free!” Virgil flung his hands in the air.

“I see. Might I ask what Deceit will pay you for this?”

Virgil gaped. “That’s different!”

“You are doing a favour for another side so that he will return to health. I fail to see the difference, especially as it is the same favour for the same side that we are both doing.”

“Yeah, but I like Deceit. Besides, we need him around.”

“I completely agree,” Logic said. Wait, what? “We still don’t know how this will affect Thomas, after all.”

That sent a jolt of unease up Virgil’s spine, but he pushed it down. “I figured you’d want us gone.”

Logic’s mouth fell open. “Why would you assume that?”

“Isn’t it obvious? You don’t exactly like having us around Thomas.”

“You are all still a part of him,” Logic said. He glanced over Virgil’s shoulder and added, “Albeit at times an unorthodox one.”

Virgil looked at where Logic was looking to see that the two Creativity’s seemed to be fighting over something in the corner.

“You – stop it! You’re going to mess it up,” Princey scolded, pushing Remus away.

Virgil tensed at the sight of the fight, but nobody had their weapons out.

“It’s my side of the mindscape,” Remus argued.

“Yeah, and it’s my creation! You’ll just turn it disturbing.”

“Well yeah, what did you think I was planning to do?”

Finally, Princey managed to push Remus away. “It’s done!” he proclaimed. “This should help heat the room up – yes, slowly, I heard you the first time, Specs.”

“Well,” Logic said, “That is adequate.”

“So your great invention,” Virgil drawled, “Is a space heater?”

Princey flushed. “You – how dare you! I do all this work – out of the goodness of my own heart, might I add – and this is how you repay me?”

“Yeah, you’re a real martyr,” Virgil said, rolling his eyes. And then, because Princey could probably make the heater go away if he wanted, “Thanks, though.”

Princey looked suspicious, as if it was somehow a trap he was walking in. “It was nothing. I wasn’t going to let Remus be in charge of it, you’d be all dead in minutes.”

Remus didn’t seem bothered by this remark, but Virgil bristled at the insult. “We’ve managed with him for this long,” he snapped.

Princey glanced between the two of them, frowning. “Well, yes, but-“

“I’m back!” Morality called, stepping in the room before the argument could get any further. “I made soup! I figured that would be the best for him.”

In Morality’s arms were thermoses. A lot of thermoses. Virgil couldn’t remember finding a single thermos in the dark side, ever, so he wasn’t sure where they all came from.

Morality must have noticed Virgil’s incredulous look, because he added, “I wasn’t sure what kind he liked so I made a bunch! Um, is that okay?”

“That, uh, great,” Virgil said. “But where did you get everything for them?”

“Oh, I found the ingredients in your kitchen,” Morality said.

Virgil frowned, and sidled closer to Remus. “You didn’t disguise anything as food in there, did you?” he asked.

“Why would I disguise it? No, I left those maggots exactly as they were.”

Across the room, Logic looked exasperated. “You cannot have made all of that in the time you were down there,” he said.

“Why not?” asked Morality.

“Because it takes hours to make soup from scratch!”

“It only takes Thomas a few minutes to make soup, though,” Morality pointed out.

“That’s not from scratch!”

“Well, this conversation is clearly going somewhere,” Princey remarked, moving over to Virgil and Remus. “They do this all the time,” he added.

Virgil was tense watching them, because what if one of them got really mad, and tried to hurt the other. Or if they ended up hating each other for ever, or refused to help Thomas any more.

“Do they ever have hate sex after?” Remus asked.

“What the hell?” Virgil snapped. Princey looked deeply disturbed.

Fortunately, Virgil’s outburst seemed to have drawn Logic and Morality’s attention.

“Right,” Logic said. “It appears we have done what we can for now. Would you like us to help watch over him?”

Virgil shook his head quickly. “It’s fine, we’ve got it.”

Logic looked doubtful, but didn’t say anything. “Very well. He should wake in a couple of days, just keep an eye on him until then. If he doesn’t, come find me again.”

Virgil really didn’t need to be told to go find Logic if Deceit didn’t wake up, but he nodded and said, “Got it.”

Morality put the hoard of thermoses on Deceits desk. “I labelled each one,” he added. “Are you sure you don’t need any more help?”

Virgil really, really wasn’t.

“I’m sure,” he said, and tried for a reassuring smile. Morality didn’t look very reassured.

“Well then,” Princey said, “Let’s get out of here.”

As soon as the others had left, Virgil sank down on Deceits bed. He felt exhausted. Remus flopped down next to him, still managing to avoid jostling Deceit. Virgil barely paid attention to him, focusing on Deceits still form. It felt wrong to see him like this, so vulnerable. Like walking in on someone praying.

“I’ll stay with him,” Virgil said.

This was the point where Remus should disagree, or make some inappropriate joke, or do something disgusting. Instead, all he said was, “Find me when you want to take a break.”

The room was as silent as a morgue after Remus left. Virgil watched Deceit’s face, hoping for some kind shift, some kind of hint at cunning that was normally there if you looked closer, even when he looked open and relaxed.

“You’re an asshole,” Virgil told him, because he was. “What, you’re just going to leave me and Remus alone because you want to take a nap? You’re lucky I didn’t let Remus just smash all your stuff. Bet that would have woken you up.”

There was no reply. Of course there wasn’t, Logic had said it would take days, and that was if it worked. He’d also said Deceit should have eaten more before going to sleep, what did that mean? Was Deceit going to get sick? Could he die?

“You can’t just do this,” Virgil snarled. “You can’t go and make me care about you and then just – collapse in the middle of the hallway, you dick. What the hell would you have done if I’d slept in?”

Virgil slumped back and rubbed his hands across his face, groaning. “Just hurry up and wake up,” he muttered.

He stayed by Deceit until Remus came and threw him out. Literally – he tossed Virgil into the hallway and then grew a wall of thorns blocking off Deceit’s door. By that time, the sun was beginning to set. Somehow, Virgil hadn’t noticed the hours pass.

Remus and Virgil swapped places throughout that day and the next. While not watching over Deceit, Virgil tried to focus on Thomas, making sure that he was safe, that he didn’t humiliate himself, letting him know when he did.

He couldn’t do that when he was with Deceit, because he needed to be ready for when something went wrong.

So he just sat by the bed and waited, alternating between needing to know that he was still breathing and bored out of his mind.

“What are you doing in my room?” a voice asked, making Virgil jump.

Deceit’s eyes were open. He started to sit up, frowning.

“You’re awake,” Virgil said, unable to think through the relief that flooded through him.

“Obviously,” Deceit replied. “I understand why you’re surprised, though, seeing as it’s not something I do every day.”

“It isn’t, actually,” Virgil said.

Virgil could see the moment when Deceit realised what had happed; his face smoothed from a look of confusion into a blank mask.

“How long?” he asked quietly.

“Two days,” Virgil said, and then he couldn’t stop talking. “We found you in the hallway. Logic said you were hibernating.”

“Logic?” Deceit repeated, and Virgil winced when he realised his mistake. He looked away, his eyes catching on the mound of thermoses on the desk.

“You should eat something.”

“Did Logic suggest that, too?” Deceit asked, his tone deceptively light.

Virgil grimaced. There was no escape from Deceit’s gaze. “Logic, uh, agreed to help.”

“He just agreed. Out of the kindness of his own heart?”

“I don’t know!” Virgil snapped. “The light sides are weird; who knows why they do anything?”

“And finding that out would have been beyond you, I’m sure.”

Virgil bristled and stood up. “What the hell was I supposed to do? You weren’t any help.”

“Ah yes,” Deceit drawled. “How inconsiderate of me to not provide advice whilst unconscious.”

“That’s not what I meant.” Virgil grabbed a random thermos off the desk and threw it at Deceit. Deceit looked down at where it landed in his lap, startled. “Drink that.”

“Virgil,” Deceit said.

“I’m going to get Remus.”

“Virgil,” Deceit repeated, but Virgil ignored him and marched out into the hallway.

He leaned against Deceit’s door and forced himself to breathe. It was over; Deceit was fine; his chest could stop feeling so tight now.

“What’s slithered up your butt and died?” Remus said from above.

When Virgil blinked, he could see Deceit’s still form in the corridor; what had he been doing when he collapsed? If he’d managed to get into his room, it would have been hours before Virgil noticed anything was wrong, and even longer for Virgil to investigate.

“Who do you think?” Virgil asked, forcing him to focus on Remus.

Remus dropped down with a thud. “Is he-?”

“He’s fine,” Virgil said quickly, because that had probably been the worst way he could have worded that. “He’s awake. It’s just-”

Virgil never got to vent his frustrations to Remus, because Remus was already pushing Virgil aside and barging into Deceit’s room.

“Sneaking beauty!” Remus called. “Finally!”

Virgil closed his eyes and counted to ten. And then, because he was petty, he counted to ten again. Let Deceit deal with Remus alone for a while; he deserved it.

Twenty seconds ended up being the limit for how long Virgil could stay there before the overwhelming need to make sure Deceit was okay forced him to step into the doorway. Deceit was sat up in bed now, his fingers curled around the thermos. Remus was sprawled next to him, one tentacle wrapped around Deceit’s waist, another rested on his shoulders.

“Are you going to come in?” Deceit asked. “Or are you going to keep sulking?”

“Screw you,” Virgil snapped, even as he went further inside.

“I don’t know why you’re so upset. I’m the one who had the Light Sides in my room.”

“I thought you were dying, asshole!”

“It’s hardly a big deal,” Deceit said, as if Virgil was freaking out over the consequences of Thomas’ socks not matching.

“You could have died!” Virgil shouted, and suddenly the room seemed very still. “Logic said that it could have been dangerous. And none of this would have been a problem, if you’d told us what was happening.”

Deceit said nothing. Remus was strangely still beside him, eyes flickering between the two of them as if he was watching a tennis match.

“I knew exactly what was happening,” Deceit said, staring at his comforter. “It’s certainly happened before.”

“Oh,” Virgil said weakly. He sat down on Deceits bed.

“Would you have?” Virgil asked. “If you knew what was going on, would you have told us or just-?”

“Will you believe any answer I give?” Deceit asked ruefully.

“I don’t know,” Virgil admitted.

“I can’t give you what you want,” Deceit said. “But I can give you this.” He closed his eyes as he spoke. “My name is Janus.”

Virgil stared at him for a moment. Deceit – Janus – didn’t meet his gaze.

“Ooh, first name basis!” Remus said, “Things must be getting serious.”

Janus rolled his eyes, and finally met Virgil’s gaze. Virgil swallowed.

“Don’t you ever do that again,” he said.

Janus’ shoulders loosened, and it was only then that Virgil realised he must have been holding himself tense, as if ready to make an escape.

“I’ll be sure to remember that,” he said. “Now, please tell me you kept Remus away from the Light Sides.”

Remus cackled and began giving his best impressions of each of the others. Virgil sat down on the bed, positioned so that his arm was brushing against Janus’, and let the sound of his family wash over him.

He should probably go back to the Light Sides at some point, to let them know that Janus was better. For all they might be clueless morons, they weren’t as terrible as he’d once thought; perhaps he could even tolerate being around them for more than a few minutes. He might even be able to like them, given enough time.

That was later, though. Right now, he wasn’t leaving his family’s side.

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #platonic anxceitmus #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #bad things happen bingo

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discord II text Roman & Aaron

Discord thread featuring: Aaron and @romanbeckett

Mentions: @davieslandon @malakhai-ozera @jayceelynd @alison-haynes

Where: Aaron is at his house and Roman is at his house.

When: evening of May 26th-monrning of May 27th, 11:30p-2:30a

Description: Roman texts Aaron and they talk all night until they both fall asleep

Trigger Warnings: smut, what I would imagine harry’s peen to look like, really cute shit

Roman.

Hey.

Aaron.

Roman.

Khai broke up with me, so. With us.

with Jay and I. And he left.

Aaron.

oh my god...im sorry Ro

Roman.

Can’t say I didn’t see it coming.

Aaron.

what did he say? Like why...?

Roman.

He told us that he loved us but needed time to work on himself or whatever.

Aaron.

I don’t know Khai that well but it does seem like he’s got a lot of shit to figure out

how are you doing with it?

and jayc? Should I reach out to her or....does she not know we’re talking

Roman.

you can talk to her if you want. I think we both just don’t really know how to feel to be honest.

Aaron.

im sorry

i hope he's okay

and i hope you and Jayc are okay too

Roman.

don’t be lol honestly Aaron, I set myself up for it the second I agreed to close myself off, knowing all of the issues I need to work through as well

contrary to popular belief, I’m far from having it all figured out.

Aaron.

that makes two of us

that was quick tbh

Roman.

Yeah. I just feel like an idiot.

Aaron.

what no....thats not what i meant

Roman.

anyway.

how are you

Aaron.

okay....no please dont feel like an idiot. its his fault not yours

im....okay....getting better than i was last week

miss you though not gonna lie

Roman.

I miss you, too. A lot.

Aaron

im sorry

idk why i am i just feel like i need to apologize

Roman.

you have nothing to be sorry for lol at all

if anything, I’m sorry.

for bringing you into all this drama

and making you eat at a Chinese buffet lol

Aaron.

making me eat at a Chinese buffet is the only thing you have to be sorry for

also

i inserted myself into this mess as well. and didn't pull out once i realized who you were to landon

Roman.

does it make me immature if I laugh at you saying you didn’t pull out once?

Aaron.

YES BUT IM HERE FOR IT

Roman.

I might just be high, but now I can’t stop laughing lol

Aaron.

sksjks

im sober and laughing so

well not sober

i had a few drinks

Roman.

everyone knows you’re a lightweight Aaron, stop tryin’ to be sly lol

Aaron.

who you callin a lightweight, lightweight?

Roman.

only when I haven’t eaten anything LIGHTWEIGHT

Aaron.

https://tenor.com/view/uncalled-gif-5394176

michelle tanner voice

Roman.

You miss me. Just a reminder.

Aaron.

you miss me

another reminder

Roman.

I’m not the one calling you rude lol

Aaron.

you called me out for being a lightweight and i retaliated

forgive me

Roman.

you’re in denial is what you are :fingerguns2:

but I’ll forgive you.

Aaron.

idk you'd think for how much i drink i'd have a higher tolerance

i need therapy

Roman.

probably lol I’ll go with you

Aaron.

lol couples counseling?

Roman.

I actually think it would be quite funny to see what they have to say about US

Aaron.

i need a therapist to tell it like it is

then again i do have ali

that woman calls me out on my shit literally daily

maybe shes just a free therapist

Roman.

LMAO that’s...amazing. I like her already.

Aaron.

she do be driving me up a wall

but

shes family

Roman.

Ah, family. I’ve been trying to get my sister here, but she’s being an ass lol

Aaron.

asshat

who wouldn’t want to move to New York

Roman.

satans demons.

Aaron.

exactly

whats keeping her from coming?

Roman.

she’s not as hellbent on big cities as I am lol

Aaron.

weird

city life has always been for me

arent you from manchester? is that not a big city?

Roman.

it’s not New York lol

she lives in the country now though.

Aaron.

no city is new york

Roman.

exactly lol

Aaron.

what are you doing

besides getting high

Roman.

I’m naked on the couch eating cherry gilato while watching good mythical morning on YouTube

Aaron.

i would very much like to be naked on a couch with you

Roman.

I painted my nails and did a facial first lol i could do yours as well

Aaron.

ill take the facial

i couldn't pull off the nails though

Roman.

you’d look so kickass with some black nails

Aaron.

you think?

Roman.

hell yes. Even a sky blue, like those eyes

Aaron.

i blush

maybe we can try the toe nails first

in case I end up hating them

Roman.

OH, I’m also trained in Swedish massage, head to toe. If you want a personal spa day

Aaron.

that would just give me a boner

Roman.

well, it’s a FULL body massage after all.

Aaron.

sksjsks

dont tempt me

Roman.

Aaron. I just.

is it bad that I don’t want to stay away from you anymore?

that’s a dumb question

I know it’s bad.

Aaron.

its not dumb

I don’t want to stay away from you either

but I promised Landon

Roman.

I know. So did I.

You’re right, I’m sorry.

Aaron.

he’s my best friend

dont be sorry

im glad you’re being honest with me

I just don’t see Landon being okay with this anytime soon

Roman.

I know! I know. He’s mine too, and I care about him more than I care to admit. I shouldn’t be like this.

Aaron.

damn this is fucked up

Roman.

I shouldn’t have said anything

Aaron.

I wish this could be easier

im the one that started with the boner references

Roman.

Not really. I offered you a massage

Aaron.

okay yes but

I told you I wanted to be naked with you

Roman.

because I said I was naked

Aaron.

I just don’t want you blaming yourself that’s all

Roman.

I know, but it is what it is. I made a mess of everything, and now everything I had is ruined lol I deserve it.

Aaron.

I’m sad you think so little of yourself

Roman.

I don’t. It’s just consequences. I made bad decisions, and now I have to deal with the consequences. That’s all. It’ll all be okay.

Aaron.

I wish I could make you feel better

Roman.

you already do. I promise.

Aaron.

I just smiled

Roman.

show me?

Aaron.

sure

Roman.

omg bad idea my heart

Aaron.

oop

Roman.

you’re so fucking jahshsbzjdndjendj

Aaron.

AKDJDJAKALhdja

Roman.

I’m mad at you

for looking like that

Aaron.

Well i can’t stop thinking about u

Roman.

let me just

Aaron.

yeah I kept drinking

and as we’ve established I’m a lightweight

okay I showed you a selfie now you should be a selfie

Roman.

oh yeah? Trying to boss me around again are ya?

Aaron.

do what daddy says

Roman.BOTToday at 2:02 AM

yes daddy.

Aaron.

brb gotta go jack off

Roman.

stoppppp

Aaron.

not kidding

Roman.

you don’t need a better picture than that to do the deed

??? Lolll

Aaron.

I mean....you could send me some

Roman.BOTToday at 2:09 AM

Does this help?

Aaron.

holy fuck

ugh I wanna fuck you so bad

and put all of you in my mouth

Roman.

I want it too. I shouldn’t, but I do. I want you to fuck me with my hands tied behind my back, and you pulling on my collar from behind.

Aaron.

fuck don’t put those thoughts in my head or I’ll act up

I wanna tie you up so bad

and punish you for being so naughty

Roman.

I’d want to call out your name so loud, but you’d have to let me.

Aaron.

you can’t do anything without my permission

Roman.

I’ll do my best daddy. You know I like to make you proud.

Aaron.

Ro I just came into a sock so hard

I want you so bad but the fact I can’t have you makes that even hotter to me

Roman.

forbidden fruit, hm?

Aaron.

you’re my forbidden fruit for sure

Roman.

wish I could have been there to help

Aaron.

you did enough helping trust me

Roman.

are we terrible people lol

Aaron.

I know

we are

im trying though

so that’s gotta count for something

Roman.

I hope it does, for both our sakes lol

Aaron.

if this doesn’t work out we can always be together in hell

Roman.

that sounds like a rightful ending

at least I’ll be tan.

Aaron.

we’ll both be hot and tan chilling in hell together

and we can fuck all we want

Roman.

sounds like the next big Netflix series.

Aaron.

could you imagine a Netflix series about us

Roman.

no, I’m scared to lol it would be more insane than Tiger King

Aaron.

you think our lives are more insane than Tiger King?!?

Roman.

scary, right??

Aaron.

thats definitely...quite the comparison

Roman.

I would have loved to have seen your face watching it for the first time

Aaron.

watching that together would have been so fun

I can picture us watching that and freaking out together

Roman.

maybe one night we’ll trip acid and watch it again

Aaron.

confession I’ve never tripped before

Roman.

whaaaaaa

do it with me!

Aaron.

I mean yeah I used to do a lot of coke when I got drunk and sometimes still do but that been the extent of my drug use

hahaha I will trip with you, Roman Beckett

Roman.

aces! Just tell me when and where, and it’s a plan!

Aaron.

”aces”

but yeah let’s do it this weekend

Roman.

I’m British you knob. Shut up lol

Aaron.

I know MATE I was making fun of you

Roman.

sends long audio clip making fun of Aaron’s New York accent

Aaron

brooooo

I do say that though

Roman.

I know, I’ve listened to you talk enough

it’s cute though

ready for bed?

Aaron.

just about

I was gonna go to bed a while ago but wanted to keep texting you

Roman.

same.

tuck me in lol

Aaron.

do u want me to tell you a bedtime story

Roman.

yes, but make it snappy

and I want warm milk

Aaron.

damn

so bossy

but okay

Roman.

you know I’m spoiled.

Aaron.

that must’ve been my fault

okay Des like this one:

By the African river, know as the Nile The sun fell away and it rested a while The rhinos had braved all the smoldering heat They lay down to sleep as they wiped off their feet The elephants marched to their elephant beds And gently they rested their elephant heads Slowly the hippos sank into the river The water so cold that it gave them a shiver (Hippos can't swim, like the pelicans think They also can't float, they could easily sink) The hippos went bathing in cool, shallow pools Thinking the rhinos and elephants fools Underwater, they fell to the soft river bed On darkish green plants with a smidgen of red They strolled on the bottom, then bounced up for air They did it for hours, without any care The fish followed closely, and wove in an out Under their belly, and up to their snout Each of the hippos came up to the shore To feed on the grass by the river once more They dried off their bodies by shaking and stomping And took bites of grass, chewing and chomping With night fading fast, they were full from the feast The sun returned back, rising up form the east The hippos crept off to collapse for the day While rhinos and elephants got up to play Enjoying the warmth of the sun and its light Never knowing the story of hippos at night

just read it in my New York accent you’re so good at

goodnight Lois

Roman.

that was perfect. Goodnight Clark.

#discord #roman #text

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duckybeth99 · 7 years

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Against All Odds (Mainverse)

#Beth writing #ghosty blogging #ghosty beth #mcgillicuddy sunshine #johnny Bosteau #Makoto Bosteau #Adam Fontaine #Alice #trickster king #skeleton uncle #Esther #Neva arazel #Alejandro wilson

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ontheperiphery · 7 years

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ticket to ride

kim taehyung x reader, college!au fluff word count: 1.8k

you’re not sure what compelled you to offer a favor to someone you barely knew

Aimlessly scrolling through social media to kill time waiting for your friend, you’re dismayed to find that you showed up at the shopping plaza so early that you had scrolled through almost all your media feed, twitter, tumblr, instagram, snapchat. You frown slightly at refreshing your more face-paced feeds like twitter, but finding little more content to consume, you reluctantly resign yourself to tapping open your last resort: facebook. Communicating with college acquaintances was important, you supposed, but just fresh out of finals, you wanted to enjoy at least a bit of your summer break without considering how everyone you knew seemed to be more successful at finding meaningful summer jobs or internships than you.

At least that’s what you told yourself but here you were scrolling through the frustrating app anyway. Like a fool.

So you sat at a shaded bench and texted your friend where to meet and scrolled past videos recommended to you via algorithm, events you may or may not be interested in attending, grad pics you at least paused on to reply with your congratulations, and hm. Taking a minute to read a little closer-

“Hey! Y/n, what’s up?”

“Oh,” you look up with surprise to greet your friend, “hey Namjoon, not much.” You ask if he wants to grab some food before shopping and conversation picks up from there. It’s not until you both are both nearly finished with your meals that you absently sip at your iced tea and ask, “Would it be weird to offer a ride to someone who needs one? If you don’t know them that well?”

“No?” Namjoon answers while snatching a fry from your tray, “you’re doing them a favor so if anything they’ll be thankful to you.”

You huff in response because that wasn’t the kind of answer you were looking for and though you shoot Namjoon an unamused glare, you wait another moment before responding in hopes that he actually had more to say.

Chewing thoughtfully he nods, “well I guess…since it’s you though, it’ll be ride of awkward or no conversation.” Namjoon pauses again, making eye contact with your still present glare.

You snort at his words.

He then hums in affirmation, “see? You’re not really one to keep a conversation going. Anyway, did someone ask you to take them somewhere?”

“I guess” you concede, “I’m not the best conversation buddy” Your eyes narrow as you swat at Namjoon’s hand attempting to sneak another one of your fries. “But I dunno. Earlier I saw someone who needs a ride to the train station and it kind of works for me because I’ll already be in the area that day and it’s on the way home…” Letting your words trail off you take another sip of your drink only to receive the discordant sound of exaggerated sipping and no more tea.

“And you just wanted to be nice?” Namjoon fills in oh so helpfully.

“Yeah.”

“Then I don’t see a problem,” Namjoon shrugs, “even if you suck at making small talk make them sit in the backseat and listen to music or something. Or maybe they’ll be talkative enough to make up for it.”

Your eyebrows still scrunch together with doubt and Namjoon takes the opportunity to swipe another french fry, although he accidentally topples your drink cup in the process. The empty clatter immediately snaps you out from your distracted consideration of Namjoons advice.

“Thanks for the input,” you mutter dryly with a fixed glare.

Namjoon only smiles sheepishly in response.

Flopping on to your bed with a huff, just about ready to fall asleep, you pull out your phone to set an alarm for the next day. You had errands to run in the morning, and thanks to Namjoon’s prompting, you sent a message offering a ride to, it turned out, a good friend of his. According to Namjoon, the kid was friendly and you had nothing to worry about, but if sound logic and good advice was enough to assuage your doubts, you probably wouldn’t still be lying wide awake contemplating the problems of tomorrow.

Eventually you fall asleep to the soft hum of your nerves calming in the silence and solitude of your room.

The next day arrives and brings a consistent stream of stress in the form of almost-mishaps. From snoozing your alarm one too many times and running out to drive to your volunteer shift without grabbing more than a granola bar, realizing you forgot your drivers license and making a detour back home to grab it on the off chance you’d need it, arriving late to deliver some stuff you were selling to make moving out easier for one of your roommates and finding that the buyer was even more late than you, nothing truly went wrong but your day was chaotic enough to have you exhausted and ready to nap for a week to make up for it.

But you didn’t have that kind of time and settled for a quick lunch as poor compensation.

Your phone lit up with a message from the person you barely knew but offered to drive to the train station. It had been a while, but you two had shared a class a few academic quarters ago and sometimes passed by each other at general body meetings or events for a mutual org. Although you don’t remember ever having a one-on-one conversation or spending time together without other mutual friends present, you resign yourself to a first for everything. Fingers metaphorically crossed as you pulled up to the agreed meeting place with your to-be-passenger, you rolled down to window and waved to the waiting figure nearby, hoping you would be recognizable.

“Oh! Hey, Y/n,” he smiled, excitement clear as the brightness in his expression, “was just about to message and make sure it was you.”

Chuckling sheepishly in response, “hey Taehyung. Yeah, I’m kind of glad you were able to notice me. Do you want your stuff in the backseat or in the trunk?” You gesture to his luggage and carry-on and briefly wonder if courtesy required you to step out of your car to greet him and help him with his stuff. But then he’s already wheeling his bags towards the trunk of your car as you push the button to open it accommodatingly to watch helplessly in the rear view mirror and hope with all of your being that you weren’t being rude.

Thankfully you remembered to also unlock the car doors and Taehyung hops into the passenger seat beside you without trouble and offers an iced tea with boba. You blink, pleasantly surprised as he gives another bright grin that somehow lights up the space around him even as the corner of his lips aren’t upturned in the way you’re used to smiles doing. And yet, his smile was incredibly endearing and happiness is contagious and the boy teases a thank you and a grateful smile from you before you even realize it.

Given that you had driven friends and roommates to the train station before and didn’t need directions, you were able to drive comfortably and popped in the straw to your drink, delighted that he chose a flavor that you enjoyed.

Taehyung only shrugs off your attempt and another thanks, upholding that, “hey, you’re actually being a big help to me, you deserve it. It’s for you.”

“Hmm I guess. Thanks, still,” you reply with a small huff and a smile.

You’re not sure if Taehyung thinks you still need convincing, but he has some way of filling up space. In conversation, in the car, from talking about his thankfulness that you were willing to brave the traffic that was inevitable from people driving home from their jobs during this time of day, how lucky he felt from not needing to call an uber or lyft which surely would’ve cost him a pretty penny in this traffic, to firmly insisting that he treat you out to a meal or something when he was back in town. He didn’t mind if you had to brake less than smoothly if other vehicles on the road drove more recklessly than you, easily continued conversation from your shorter responses, and just, had some way of making and filling space.

The both of you were animatedly talking about your pet dogs back home, sharing fond and nostalgic memories and before you realized and could transition the conversation to proper thanks and appreciation of Taehyung’s company, you had arrived at the train station and just a few seconds away from arriving at the pick-up/drop-off curb.

Facing you, Taehyung had yet to notice, “Ahhh, it’s been so long since I’ve seen Soonshim y-”

“Hey uhh,” you interrupted a little less than gracefully, softened with a smile, “I’m really sorry but we’re here.” You felt awful for cutting him off, but hoped your unease didn’t make its way into your expression.

“Oh…listen, Y/n, it was really nice of you to drive me!” Taehyung replies without missing a beat, “have a good summer break I really hope you don’t have to deal with a lot of traffic on your way home-”

You both jump a bit at a loud beep from a vehicle behind you, supposedly waiting for their turn to pull up in the drop-off zone as well and you already feel the imaginary time limit weigh on your shoulders. Your mind drifts back to the hassle of the day’s previous errands. Right. Because nothing today was allowed to go smoothly.

Your thoughts were the mental equivalent to keyboard smashing and while you regretted the forced and quick goodbyes with Taehyung and again, helpless waiting in the driver’s seat as he retrieved his bags from your trunk on his own, Taehyung tried to wave off the concern in your possibly frowny-face and gave one last beaming grin directed at you.

“Have a great summer!! Thanks again!” you hear, past the hum of outside clamor and vehicles pulling up and leaving.

Letting your mind focus instead on the traffic that never eased up on your way home and the soft hum of your favorite playlist, you tried not to think about how much lonelier it felt whenever you turned your head to your right and took unusual notice of the empty passenger seat.

Stop-and-go-traffic came and went and you grew increasingly relieved the closer and closer you got to home. It wasn’t until you safely arrived and tiredly lay down on a nest of pillows and blankets still gathered on your living room couch that you looked at your phone to notice a new message.

[5:15pm]kim taehyung: thank u again for taking me to the train station!!! HOPE YOUR DRIVE HOME IS EASY AND LIGHTER TRAFFIC THAN YOU EXPECT!! pls let me take you out sometime for food when you have time!!! or I can drop off food anytime during the school year

You smiled at Taehyung’s energy that carried over so naturally over text, and replied as promptly as you could now that you were no longer driving. It feels almost natural to continue conversation with him and you’re glad that none of your fears over the favor came to fruition.

[5:48pm]you: you’re welcome!! im back safe and sound :)

[5:48pm]you: I hope you have a safe trip as well!

[5:49pm]kim taehyung: tHANK YOU! when I get home ill tell soonshim u said hi

Attached was an image of a very cute dog and you allowed a fond laugh to express the warm happiness filling your chest.

Yeah, Taehyung sure had some way of filling space.

#bts scenarios #bts scenario #taehyung scenario #taehyung scenarios #lori writes ;v;;#happy summer y'all #hope ur all enjoying time off from school #unless u have summer classes in that case my sympathies and good luck #may good grades and free time and fun bless u

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ourpyrrhicvictory-archive · 7 years

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headcanon 001. | boggart | f. longbottom.

Shadows danced across the walls around him, the cool air filtering in through the adjacent window and crawling along his bare back to gently kiss his neck. The only shadow that remained still was the one across his jaw, eager stubble peppering fair skin in retaliation against his negligence.

The voices he had been straining to hear from the kitchen had silenced, a distant pop echoing through the home via open windows shortly thereafter. He paid it no mind, hands hovering in front of him so as to maintain absolute peace in the immediate vicinity of the house of cards he'd been constructing. Even when the door to his room was pushed ajar behind him, his gaze did not waver. He'd always had a knack for multitasking.

"There will be quite a few changes when you head back to school on the first."

"So I've heard."

"You were listening."

"I heard."

Augusta's lips curled into a knowing smile. His did as well although she couldn't see it. It fell long before she could move forth to. It wasn't that he'd meant to be rude, but the urgency of the voices in the kitchen had drawn his attention. As of late, when Professor McGonagall stopped in for tea, it was never idle conversation. Augusta didn't much like idle conversation... Come to think of it, none of the Longbottoms did.

"Did she say why?"

"She doesn't know why."

"She knows why. She just can't tell us."

Because Dumbledore would certainly tell McGonagall. Frank didn't push it any further, ever so cautiously placing the final two cards atop the structure with bated breath before he stepped away as though he feared it would explode. He still sometimes managed to forget that muggle playing cards didn't do that.

Reaching over to the bedside drawer, he raised the needle from the record player, a faint acoustic guitar coming to an abrupt halt and allowing a silence to befall the room. A gentle breeze followed from the open window, Frank's solid form the only obstruction now protecting the flimsy castle on the desk. It wouldn't last long. Nothing ever did.

"Did she say what?"

"She doesn't know what."

"Now that I believe."

His mother's brow raised, and he reckoned it was due to his nonchalance. The fact of the matter was that Frank wasn't all too surprised. Something had been bound to happen. With tensions rising and his father's growing workload, it were as if the wizarding world were ready to implode, and Frank was not some naive child who opted to believe that peace would rule out. No, all that he was now was EAGER. For what, he couldn’t be sure.

It had manifested the year before in the lesson plans of their professors, the more advanced magic, the cautionary tales and devout lectures leading up to their OWLs. Discord had loomed like a dark cloud over the end of term, and although Hogwarts was said to be the safest place on Earth, recruitment within its walls for both sides could not be snuffed out.

"I reckon that means some excitement, yeah?" he grinned at last, pressing his lips to the woman's forehead before he moved towards the closet for a shirt. "I wonder if Dad knows anything. I bet he does. Besides, I should go and tell him that the match against Wimbourne was cancelled. I heard on the- "

"Right now? I do think your father has quite a bit on his plate, Frank. Perhaps you should wait until he comes home."

"He should be about finished, yeah? I'll just meet him, and we can come home together."

"...I do think it's best if you wait, son. He won't be long anyway, right?"

He didn't answer right away, the clench of his jaw shielded from his mother's eyes by a t-shirt. Once upon a time, going to work with his father was a commonality, something that wasn't to be scheduled or questioned. It simply WAS. If Frank was up early enough, he tagged along. When he was old enough to travel on his own, he visited the old man when he saw it fit. Now, it were as if the Ministry had become some dark and insidious place he wasn't meant to cross into under normal circumstances.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right," He agreed, voice neutral as he shut his window, extending the life of his prized structure by at least a few more hours until some nosy pet in the house decided its fate. "I wanted to fly a bit today anyway, break in the new broom."

Augusta's small sigh gave Frank great pleasure. "Yes, the broom, and just when I was certain the last one was fast enough to fly out from right under you."

"You worry too much, Mum."

"I'd like to think so. Oh, before you go out, can you search for something up in the attic for me? Your sister swears her old knick knacks are still up here."

A roll of his eyes was followed by an obedient nod. "All right, sure."

"Thank you, darling."

It was the lone journey up to the attic that allowed his mind to run rampant, steps languid as he twirled his wand in his fingers. Always keep it near you. You'll never know when you'll need it. You'll never know when it'll be worth breaking the law. His father's position in the ministry had been enough to put his mother on edge long ago, and he knew where they stood in matters of risk. Purebloods who forgot they were purebloods. TRAITORS. Even in the halls of his school, he sensed the venom, and long ago, he didn't much care for it, but now, he was acutely aware of it at all times. It MEANT something now.

Yet he'd always been the instigator, hadn't he? He created the worst possible scenarios in his head, a way to constitute his suspicions so as to later plan his quest for valor. What was a soldier without a battle to partake in, a war to wage, a desire to FIGHT? Sometimes he feared that he YEARNED for war, longed for the pandemonium it spawned if only to have something for his hands to do. Did that make him brave, or did that make him MAD?

Perhaps both.

The Longbottom attic may have been the only part of the house encased in pure mayhem, and that was only because Jonas had long since forbidden his wife from climbing up here. Frank was certain his father had a few things up here he didn't want his mother dabbling in, but he also worried for the woman's intense need to put everything in order. If she does that, we'll never find anything again.

The first half hour of his search was nothing but mindless rifling through random boxes, the boy forgetting what it was he was looking for to start with. And who could blame him? The longer he was alone, the easier it became to cultivate his curiosity. And become thoroughly distracted by what exactly had happened at Hogwarts that had Dumbledore himself worried.

No tangible thought stuck however, each idea more absurd than the last, and perhaps he wasn't taking it seriously enough, but he certainly didn't see the point. Men wage war, but it is children who fight and die. And so Frank was no fool. He knew he would never be worthy of answers as long as he was a student, especially if his parents weren't either. He wondered how much his father would know about it, or rather, how many lies he'd be forced to tell Frank and Augusta within the span of an hour when he arrived home. Frank always knew, and he never asked twice.

When he'd kicked aside the wooden box, hearing it crash to the floor behind him, he'd only been concerned with listening for Augusta's shriek up the stairs, asking him if he was wrestling ghouls up there. When it didn't come, he continued his inspection of the box labels piled in the corner, oblivious to the eerie silence which had taken shelter in the space around him.

It's this thing about fears. Everyone is so certain they understand their own, that they grasp the root and have the ability to weed them out like lawn gnomes. Someone asks "What are you afraid of?", and although you don't say it aloud, the answer comes to mind with unyielding haste. You KNOW what you're afraid of. That's the stigma that comes with fear, and so when a board behind him creaked, causing him to whip around, the scene that met Frank was not immediately a manifestation of fear. It was just absurd.

It was like looking into a mirror. The cliche didn't register. He refused to allow it to register, but the statement had never been more fitting than it was now. He was staring at his dark t-shirt, his dark eyes, the shadows cast across his face by the circular window to his right... or his left? Something wasn't clicking up in that brain of his, the calculation in his eyes betraying the confusion he felt in his chest. This wasn't a mirror. This was HIM, and yet, before he could speak, his reflection's wand was raised, aimed at a spot between the real Frank's eyes.

"Avada Kedavra!"

Its mouth never moved, and yet the words could have caused the walls around them to crumble. My card house too. It was a vague statement, a feeble attempt to cling to reality although he'd already dropped to the ground, the attic illuminated in vivid green light, blinding him as he scuttled back across the floorboards. Lips parted, a silent scream lodged in his throat as wide eyes drank in the bodies now littering the attic floor. Glancing up, his reflection now stalked towards him, wand held before it, prepared to try again. Frank nearly stumbled through the door in the floor, arm slipping over the edge so that the boy barely caught himself on the step below. Without caring to get to his feet, he spun around crawling down the first few stairs before turning and kicking the trap door shut with a thud, confining his dark doppelganger to the attic.

"Did you find-"

"They're NOT up there."

His mother's tentative calls were lost to the white noise invading his ears, trembling hands forced into his pockets until he'd made it past the tree line and into the quiet wood behind the house. The bark of the old oak had never been more inviting, Frank's slender form fitting to the crevice of its old body. At last, he breathed, a shuddering breath that caused the rest of his body to tremble in its wake, his eyes shutting for the briefest of moments before they snapped wide open. If he allowed them to remain shut, he was forced to witness the event all over again, and he wasn't certain he was able to do so. Still, it was starting to make sense.

A boggart.

When he had read about boggarts the year prior, Frank had always been so certain that his would take a more mundane form because he was certain he was only capable of more mundane fears. Maybe spiders, maybe banshees, maybe my sister in the morning before her coffee, maybe... maybe snakes. And he'd laugh at the thought because of all of the things they were faced with in this world, of everything going on around them, he found it quite fitting that he would be afraid of animals and insects he could trample with his boots or his sister who would never let anyone harm a hair on his head much less do so herself. He'd never had the chance to see the theory come into fruition of course, but he'd never thought to allow his imagination to spawn beyond that. Yet here he was, moments after being given the chance, and all he could do was gawk at the trees in his line of sight.

It had been him. Without any type of inhuman mutation or outlandish modification, it had been Frank standing in that attic staring back at himself. It had been Frank who had raised his wand and cast the killing curse, allowing the image of lifeless corpses to manifest in the aftermath, an image which was now seared into the inside of his eyelids.

What are you afraid of ? Maybe spiders, maybe snakes... No, what are you afraid of ??? Myself.

The answer was absurd. The mere thought was absurd, and yet, as slow and shallow breaths turned to heavy, labored pants and the shaking in his hands turned to full tremors, he knew then that there could not be a more accurate answer. He was afraid of himself, who he had the capacity to become. The quintessential good guy. That title, which he'd worn like a cape for years, would never be a pardon. Being a hero did not mean you didn't have the capacity to be a villain. Being the good guy did not mean you were incapable of being the bad guy. And to ignore the darkest parts of yourself did not riddle them nonexistent.

Maybe he no longer wished to ignore him.

His elbow ripped across the tree at his back, a roar of frustration colliding with the trunks encircling him. He thought that perhaps the boggart had lied. Was that truly a fear? He didn’t feel so afraid now. Awed, surprised, anxious, but not scared. Was he the good guy? Or was he the weapon? After all, men waged war. It was children who must fight and die.

Now, he found, the only thought he could focus on was the question of whether or not he could actually do it.

#long post for ts #&. headcanons┇f. longbottom.#&. drabbles┇f. longbottom.#&. he spends so much time fighting monsters because he's so scared of becoming one┇f. longbottom.

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