#i do think its cute that he remembers the way to the forested spot after so many years

[galaxysharks]

Can I just say, y'all can miss me with all that

Jet = Introvert

Maddox = Extrovert

Like y'all homegirl's friendly but avoids people and feels like they cursed her whole bloodline. Jet seeks out people, actively once he gets over his whole ' camp sucks, theater suck, life sucks ' attitude. Even if he's not talking he still hangs around them in the group where Maddox consistently separates herself. Jet only leaves in response to tension with his sister.

Episode 1 - Admittedly where the first impressions happen.

Jet: arrives at camp, and immediately goes to the cabin where he interacts with roommates. Hangs out with other people nearby. Stands by the crowd despite knowing he doesn't care about the events of the summer, and not being required to (assuming Val is absent as a choice rather than a flight delay)

Maddox: does her specific duties and sets up stage. Takes a letter to the office instead of showing Ashlyn where it is. Songs the welcome song and then goes off stage to work tech then stand alone, not rejoining the crowd. Goes to the office for unknown amount of time.

Episode 2: ( the whole episode has everyone in an environment where Maddox is, whom Jet is pointedly avoiding )

Jet: avoids camp activities and leaves once he does show because Maddox is there and it's awkward. Notices that 'Maddie's new friends' immediately flock to talk to him and leaves.

Maddox: wakes up early and leaves to get the bugle to play the wake up call, helps set up, but is alone on the sides for every exercise. Preps hair/makeup alone, resists help, stands off by the curtains until arguments start and then jumps in to save EJ. Returns to standing off to the side and behind the group when Jet shows up. Leaves after dinner to the woods to set up newbie night, spends long enough out there to worry Gina.

Episode 3:

Jet: goes to the spot in the woods he knows Maddox frequents and finds Ricky. Immediately spills all his business with his struggle with his parents and his music burn-out. Talks about his home life and medication changes, his grades, ect. Spends the night suddenly being personable and cheery with this total stranger he found at the shrine. Sees that he upset his sister and goes after her.

Maddox: wakes up early and checks cameras from her office, sets up the tent kits, calls Carlos out on his shit and then goes off alone. Briefly flirts with ashlyn then leaves when she is gloriously shot down. Infodumps about the forest and completely missed Kourtney's objections sets up her tent, presumably alone, as she has to be able to leave to scare campers. Starts to fill her role as the storyteller but gets insecure and leaves to the corner of the woods that only she and Jet can consistently find.

Episode 4:

Jet: (absent due to aforementioned Maddie hates me complex) when he does come back it is immediately to the crowded movie room rather than his cabin.

Maddox: panic over missing brother. Sits apart from everyone and thinks intently, due to missing brother. Learns he went home and is not lost in the woods. Goes to build sets and let the campers paint them. Notices Ashlyn and instantly tries to redirect. Spends roughly 30 secs before realizing she said literally anything about her personal life and leaves. Meets up with Ash at the movie, but does not move to follow her to the seats, staying by herself on the wall. Asks EJ if he's fine briefly, but then continues alone to wherever. I assume her spot in the woods.

Episode 5:

Jet: actively participates in the morning meeting, does his part in the exercises. Opens up about his issues with Maddox to Ricky. Goes off to sing the best song.

Maddox: is silent at the meeting until she performs obligatory mlm/wlw hostility to Carlos. Awkwardly attempts to look bad at her job and more emotional than she is. Reveals exactly #1 fact about her (she owns a dog, who is not dead). Stands off to the side and frequently walks off. Accidentally reveals #1 more fact and God forbid a single minute full of inner thoughts and then tears out of the barn like a bat out of hell. Goes to the barn that she thinks is empty ( I hc to get the things she left in there earlier so she can then run away and go home, but stops when she hears Jet)

Episode 6:

Jet: makes a point to be a part of the action. Tell Ricky why Maddie is so pissed at him. Give more insight to their homelife. Cheers on Kourtney when Maddox has wandered off or something. Goes back to the cabin with Ricky in it and harasses him briefly.

Maddox: tudors Gina in camp. Gina straight up asks her to open up the response is 'brothers, amiright?'. does some of the events but also just kind of disappears from some of them. Brief return of the flirty Maddie with Gina during it's on. Instantly exits the crowd once they won and stands by herself.

Episode 7:

Jet: joins Ricky's birthday snack fest. Goes to the Honeycomb to talk to Maddie. Goes off to find Ricky and the others once he gets sort of called on inviting the ex to the dance. Stands up and sings before joining the boys with the post prom traditions.

Maddox: gets up early enough to be fully dressed when the others are still getting ready. Talks to Jet then Madison alone for most of the night. Enters the dance for the final song. Tells the barest explanation for their issues. Goes to the cabin that she thinks is empty to be alone. Stands apart from the other two while supporting Kourt. Gives close friend EJ a half-assed shrug answer to her relationship with Madison.

Episode 8:

Jet: has full integrated with the wildcats at this point.

Maddox: also mostly included, but tends to hover to the side or to stand by one person. Goes to leave with EJ before Corbin sings. Waits for everyone else before signing the wall. Does not join the curtain call. ( My school always had the cast feature the crew once ensemble takes a bow )

[katsukistofu]

ikea meatballs before marriage?

contents ౨ৎ ⋆ touya todoroki x fem reader. fluff. cursing. slightly suggestive. ⭑ your fiancé and you get a little too into playing house when you’re supposed to be furniture shopping for your new apartment.

“you’re home early.” touya smirks. an apron you’re ninety-nine percent sure he stole from the aisle showcasing the ovens with ‘i cook as good as i look’ printed on it is tied around his waist.

“i’m home!” you say cheerfully, playing along with him. 

you take a moment to study “your” kitchen and droop in disappointment. 

it was a bit too dim for your liking, the lighting.

there’s no way you could read the recipe books rei had gifted you without touya having to stand there and hold a flashlight while you did.

but the deep forest green accented cabinets, reaching all the way to the ceiling, were beautiful.

perfect for storing fuyumi’s leftover snacks that her students gifted her yesterday.

she had complained to you over the phone about how there was no space at home since all the cupboards were full of soba noodles, courtesy of your fiancé and little brother-in-law.

touya nervously watches, until he sees as you visibly brighten up, and he lets a little huff out, half in pride, half in relief. 

he knew his pick couldn’t be that bad.

then you spot the fake plant hanging from overhead, and grimace as you see a cluster of even more potted plants under it near the toaster. 

cute in theory, but definitely a fire hazard.

touya notices the little way your eyebrows furrow with doubt, and casually leans against the edge of the sink to distract you from making any more keen observations. 

you giggle at the way he almost knocks off the price tag on it in the process, too busy staring at you to bother noticing. 

“how was work?” your favorite fire hazard asks, reaching out a hand to gently brush a stray lash you didn’t notice from your cheek. 

your face always feels hotter than usual when touya pulls away, even after all this time.

“ugh, so exhausting,” you fan yourself a bit, let out an exaggerated sigh. “the printer blew up and got toner all over my clothes, can you believe it?”

“aw.” there’s a playful sparkle in his eyes as touya innocently frowns in sugary sweet sympathy. “want me to run a bath for you later?”

you can feel your cheeks start to burn. you just took one with him yesterday!

but of course you find yourself stuttering out, “oh, um sure.” 

the memory of his fingers softly massaging your scalp as he helped you wash your hair. the gentlest of touches on your skin as he lathered you in suds, pressing a kiss to your forehead between rinses flood back to you. 

you remember trying to wash his hair one time, but he quickly stopped you by trapping you in his lap, insisting that he wanted to do yours first. like he does during every bath he runs for you when you stay over at the todoroki house.

and he would take just as good care of you, your heart knows, in your cozy new apartment that was waiting for you back in shizuoka too. 

not too far from home, so that everyone could still visit, but not too close either, so the both of you had your own space.

touya grins as a shy expression suddenly crosses over your face, knowing exactly what you’re thinking about. 

with amusement, he watches as you reach over to set your purse on the white marble counter. 

a pair of strong hands claim their usual spot on your waist, holding you in place, and then you’re pulled away until your back bumps against a familiar, firm chest.

“uh-uh, mrs. todoroki.” he murmurs softly in your ear. “i just cleaned that for you before you got home.”

your breath catches. mrs. todoroki?  

“my bad,” is all you can manage to squeak out.

his nose tickles your cheek in response and you giggle at the feeling of his piercings, cold and soothing against your warm skin.

“so. what do you want for dinner today?” touya says, leaning over you to open the fridge. he scans its empty contents with a face so serious that you have to bite back a laugh. 

“what do we have?”

“stale air—i mean,” touya coughs. “uh, salad.”

“that’s it? just salad?” you point an accusatory finger at him, and he snorts at the way you force your eyebrows to scrunch together to make an angry face. so cute.

“oh, you think this is funny? take that apron off right now, you big phony.” 

“yes ma’am.” he laughs airily, reaching behind him to undo the tie when his hands stop. 

touya turns to you with a pout. “can you do it for me? my fingers hurt from cooking and cleaning all day.”

he makes it so hard to stay mad at him, even as a joke. 

you bite your lip to suppress the fond grin growing on your face, but it's too late, touya’s already seen it and he knows you’ll give into him soon enough.

“aw, my poor husband all alone in the house, cooking air and salad. it must’ve been so hard for you.”

he pouts even more. “it really was.”

the giggle you’ve been holding back finally spills from your mouth. he was ridiculous, and you loved him for it. “okay you big baby, i’ll untie it for you.” you move to stand behind him, hands reaching for the back of his waist to untie the neat bow he did for himself earlier.

“i think you mean your big strong husband.” touya leans his weight back into you. 

not enough to hurt you or make you fall, but just enough to give you a hard time undoing the knot of his apron. 

“sewing machine was acting up like crazy today, had to teach it some manners.”

“i’m sure you did.” you fight back another laugh, which turns into a whine as his broad back leans into your face even more. 

“touya stop it! do you want this apron off of you or not?”

you can practically hear him smirk from in front of you.

“i’m okay with anything as long as it keeps your hands on me.”

you step away from him and he lets out a ‘oof!’ as his back thuds against the hard floor of the ikea showroom, taking down a fake plant with him.

touya is donning a new apron when the two of you find yourselves outside of another kitchen showroom. 

“‘relax, i’ll feed you bitches.’ it read in bold. 

you giggle hysterically as he stands there, hands on his hips and looking way too proud of his find, as you snap a pic to send to the groupchat with his siblings.

i’d rather eat poison, natsuo texts back. 

his message is hearted by fuyumi and shoto a few moments later. 

a miffed touya reaches over your shoulder to steal your phone, which you easily let go of and surrender like usual with a laugh.

 his chin rests on your head, your back pressed to his chest as he perches his upper arms on your shoulders to text back. 

after he hits send with a satisfied smirk, the both of you walk onto the set.

the kitchen this time was one with a less colorful theme, yet you hear a sharp intake of breath from touya and you feel your own breath catch in your throat.

the tall windows and generous lighting more than made up for it. 

framed paintings of cranes were hung on the slate gray wall behind the dining table, and the refrigerator was much, much larger than the one you saw touya open before.

familiar indigo petals catch your eye. there was a beautiful painting of rindou flowers next to the window in the kitchen, and you can’t help but stare.

“mom would love those.” touya murmurs from beside you. your fingers lace through his as you smile softly in agreement. 

“she would.”

still in the second showroom, touya’s rummaging inside the cabinets while you study the spice rack. 

imagine all the goodies you could fit in there, from sesame seeds to shichimi togarashi.

you drool thinking about all the miso soups and sweet potatoes you could put them on when he suddenly turns to you.

“i’ve been working on my cocktails while you were at work, by the way.” touya grins, handing you an empty, plastic wine glass from where you’re perched on the granite countertop. “wanna try?”

you raise it to your lips and take a delicate sip of nothing. 

“oh yum! what’d you put in it?”

“kale juice.” he snickers behind his hand. “your favorite.”

you make a disgusted face. “well that’d explain the kick to it.”

“right? i really, really think fuyumi and natsuo would like it.”

“touya todoroki, don’t you dare.”

“hey.” he raises both hands in innocence. “a little kale never hurt anyone.”

“you say that but you hate kale.”

“a little kale never hurt anyone unless it’s me.”

you roll your eyes and wrap your arms around his neck. touya’s hands smoothly guide your legs to hug his waist, bringing you closer to him from where you’re sitting on the counter. he stays standing, towering over you. 

“can’t believe i’m marrying a hypocrite.” your voice is muffled against his shoulder, and he laughs.

suddenly, you gasp and point at the sink. “touya!”

his eyes widen at your raised voice, instinctively looking behind him for bugs to kill because that’s the only time your tone would sound that alarmed.

touya hugs you closer to him protectively. 

you can’t help but melt as his arms wrap even tighter around you, his serious turquoise eyes still scanning around the kitchen for any threats to you.

no bugs. 

no tacky “live, laugh, love”-esque sayings framed on the wall.

which he knows is your biggest interior design pet peeve after binging an insane amount of those house flipping shows with you.

“...what is it?” touya finally asks after a moment of hesitation. 

you giggle at the ticklish feeling of the cold silver of his lip piercing brushing against your forehead as he speaks.

“the dishes aren’t in alphabetical order!”

touya breathes a sigh of relief, then laughs into your neck. 

he pulls away to roll his eyes at you. “you nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!”

“what, why?” you laugh, fluttering your lashes at him. so utterly adorable, that he resists the urge to bite you.

touya fights back a blush and averts his eyes from your face, remembering his protective actions. they had been purely instinctive. he reaches up to cover his face with one hand.

“touuu!” you can’t help but laugh harder, reaching up to pry his fingers away from his face. “come on, look at me!”

touya shyly slides his gaze back to you, and lets you take his hand away from his face. 

you lace your fingers through his and lean in to give him a sweet kiss on the lips, which only makes him blush even harder. the chill of the ikea air conditioning did nothing to help.

his eyes trail in the direction of the spice rack you were dreamily looking at earlier.

“why is this crooked?” he frowns, reaching behind you to straighten it.

“pfft is it bothering you?” you take a glance at it. looked okay enough to you.

“yeah it is.” touya’s hands are on the shelf, trying to readjust it into the right position when suddenly—

snap!

the both of your eyes widen at the sound. 

the shelf was upright and more centered than before. 

except now it had a clean split down the middle of it.

of course, touya chooses to focus on the most important part.

“well at least it looks better now.”

and all he can think about as you laugh into his shoulder is that he can’t wait to stand hip to hip with you in your actual kitchen. 

sunshine peeking through the curtains as the two of you make soups, bake each other’s favorite pastries, and indulge in your random middle of the night cravings.

from now until forever.

after lunch in the restaurant, touya adds ikea meatballs to his list of favorite foods. 

you’re pretty sure that’s only because you fed them to him. 

because while you adore him to pieces, he is an unbelievably picky eater, much to fuyumi’s chagrin. 

luckily, he’ll eat anything as long as you’re the one giving it to him.

your sister-in-law thanks you for her lack of headaches when she makes dinner.

in the third kitchen showroom of today, you squint out the window behind the sink.

“i don’t know if i like it.”

“don’t know if you like what?” touya’s still washing his hand in the imaginary water under the faucet that’s clearly never going to start running. his silly self has been there for the past five minutes, at least. 

you hold back a laugh at how meticulous he is about it.

“the view.” 

he looks up and snorts at the wistful gaze you throw out the obviously fake window. 

it had a picture of city scenery taped on the wall outside of it, and the circular shape of a familiar building catches his eye. he recognizes it.

the meguro sky garden in tokyo.

the first place he ever took you out on a date to.

with a fond twitch of his lips, he remembers the way he almost tripped over his feet under the cherry blossom trees when you had suddenly pecked him on the cheek. all those years ago.

touya turns the faucet off, and comes up behind you to lean his head on your shoulder as he wraps his arms around your waist. his eyes soften as you nuzzle against his chin. 

he knows that you know he can’t feel any sensations there anymore. 

but god, does touya love that you still touch him in the places where he can’t feel. 

the way you litter soft kisses under his eyes, stroke his forearms as you guide them to your waist. like they’re still a part of him, like he’s not broken.

like he’s always been whole to you, never any less. 

“but sweetheart,” touya muses. “think about how close it's close to the best schools.”

your face heats up as you realize what he’s talking about. like you haven’t thought about it a million times before.

a kid. with him.

his and your kid.

as if the universe read your mind, a very chubby baby being pushed in a cart passes by the opposite side of the window, covering the picture of tokyo’s scenery.

and it stares at touya and you with the judgiest look you’ve ever seen in your life.

the two of you glance sideways at each other and burst out laughing. 

“nevermind,” you giggle, feeling small and safe tucked in his strong arms. “maybe the view isn’t so bad.”

looking softly down at you, the beautiful color of your eyes meets his, and his heartbeat quickens.

touya can’t help but agree.

a familiar weight softly rests on your shoulder when you groggily open your eyes, and your fiancé is close to follow as he stirs beside you.

you flip around to face him from where he was spooning you, giggling at the little trail of drool coming from the corner of his mouth as you watch his eyes flutter open.

you feel your breath catch in your throat as you gaze upon him.

his hair is starlight in the morning.

touya, still half-asleep, snuggles against you, completely drunk on your warmth. the soft feeling of your skin against his. 

he doesn’t even try to resist it.

the little giddy smile that tugs at his lips whenever the cool feeling silver of your sapphire embedded ring sparkles under the sunlight pooling through the curtains of your shared bedroom as he laces his fingers through yours.

his own ring softly clinking against the one he gave you.

after moving into the privacy of the apartment, with no prying eyes or nosy siblings randomly bursting into his room, touya loves to sleep with his lips just barely grazing your neck.

whenever you wake up from a  nightmare, he’s already kissing the nape of it, the protective hand he has on your hip smoothing circles into your bare skin.

when he wakes from his, you’re already quietly cradling him in your arms, running your hands through his midnight black hair. 

you really have no idea how hard you make it for him to get up.

but the idea of seeing you happily smile because of him is what gives him the final push to wriggle out of your embrace, and the adorable little pout you give him  almost breaks his heart.

“where you going, tou?”

he grins cheekily, placing a finger on his lips. “it’s a secret.”

there's a grumble from you in response and he smooths the crinkle between your furrowed brows with a gentle kiss.

“i’'ll be back soon, i promise.”

“you better or i’m eating your last pocky.”

he laughs at your threat, as if he wouldn’t give it up to you the moment you asked.

at the sight of your eyes already starting to droop, touya presses another kiss to your forehead. “go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

“no.” you pout as his socks pad against the floor when he leaves the room with another laugh. 

huddled up in your floral patterned blankets, you drink in the faint scent of sweet cologne that lingers on them. 

it still smells like him. warm like him, too.

there’s an old photo of touya framed on your nightstand. you love to look at when you fold his and your clothes. 

rei had slipped it out of the family album for you to keep the moment she saw how much you liked it. 

it’s the one where he’s holding a baby shoto like a football in his arms. there’s an easy grin on his face.

you look at it for a little longer, letting a sleepy, content smile spread across your lips. 

until five more minutes pass, and you’re starting to feel impatient.

“shoto!” you call out the doorway in the direction of the guest room you set up for him the day before he came to visit. “what’s your brother doing?”

“cooking.” comes shoto’s soft voice floating down the hallway.

and that’s all it takes for you to get up and rush to the kitchen at lightning speed.

thankfully, the fire alarm hasn’t gone off yet by the time you get there. 

you find touya slicing peaches on the counter, in front of the painting of rindou flowers. there’s a plate of neatly assorted fruit next to him, and your eyes widen as you admire the rose-shaped strawberries. how’d he do that?

“hey.” touya’s eyes narrow playfully when he notices you, putting down the knife. “you’re supposed to be in bed.”

you place your hands on your hips. 

“and you’re supposed to not be burning our new apartment down.” 

throwing a cautious glance at the unmanned pancakes sizzling in the pan beside you, you add on. “with your little brother in it.”

he breathes a laugh and saunters over where you’re standing by the fridge, cornering you to the counter. 

your fiancé grins at your stammers when he leans closer. he can practically feel the heat from your cheeks from here, and touya thinks the tiny house plant overhead grows an inch taller from the sheer warmth you’re radiating.

“stove’s off, sweetheart. they’re not gonna burn.”

“o-oh.” you sigh in relief.

“you worry too much.” touya murmurs softly as holds you in place by the waist to hold up a spoonful of blueberries he forgot to add to the batter. 

your lips reluctantly part to let him feed you, and his heart skips a beat at the hint of a smile on your face.

“mmph!”

suddenly, touya’s lips are on yours and you taste the sweet tartness of the peach he must’ve had before you came over. 

the cold piercing of his tongue teases your mouth and he corners you even further against the cool marble of the counter to make out, just as you hear a pot start to boil and your eyes snap open. 

you’re breathless as you muster all your willpower and break away from him.

“touya, the pot!” 

“oops.” he glances at it, still caging you against the counter with his arms. 

“forgot about that.”

“found your necklace that fell behind the bed last week.” touya says later after breakfast. you’re both sitting on cushions fuyumi and natsuo gifted you at the coffee table in front of the tv, watching ponyo as sunlight seeps into the living room.

it swings it back and forth on his finger and your eyes widen in relief.

“i was looking everywhere for that to wear to shoto’s class party!” 

“i know.” he grins, and you sigh as he presses a soft kiss to your neck. of course he did. 

touya reaches around your neck to securely clasp the back of the necklace’s chain, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“i think i deserve a little reward.”

you giggle, he was so cute.

“thanks touya.” you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek, and he pouts.

“not there.” 

“where then?” you smooth your hands against his bedhead and he almost whines when this time, you press a kiss to his forehead. “here?” 

always such a tease, and he adores you for it. 

touya looks like a desperate puppy as he huffs, nudging your nose with his. 

like you didn’t spoil him with kisses yesterday when he fixed the washing machine that was acting up.

you’re still not totally sure how he did it, but that was probably because you zoned out while he was explaining it to you. 

too busy watching the way his forearms flexed as he fixed the pipes behind it and when he’d take whatever wrench or screwdriver he asked you to hand him from the toolbox.

finally, finally your lips find his and you kiss him, soft and sweet.

a cool breeze blows through the open window, and the both of you breathe it in, smelling dewdrops on grass from the rain last night and hints of sunshine. 

touya smiles against your mouth, arms pulling you into his lap so he can taste you better.

you’re stuck with him. 

from now until forever.

“or maybe home is just two arms wrapped around you when you’re at your worst.”

— danagray

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

so idea for a Spirited Away AU, if you wanna, fair warning i am awful at writing so if i try i honestly hope someone else will pick it up for me

Adam as Chihiro

Lucifer as Haku

Alastor as Yubaba

Lilith as Zeniba

Angel as Lin

Pentious as Kamaji

Charlie as Yubaba’s baby (Charlie can be kidnapped as a baby and not knowing that Alastor isn't her parent)

Husk as Yubaba’s bird thing

idk who to have be the Great Water Spirit

Nifty as the three bouncing green heads (idk who else would be the other two alongside her so for now shes just gonna be all of them)

the only other characters i can think of are the two frog demons who are racist, maybe the Vees as them?

Adam ends up in the Demon realm after his moms and him get lost on the drive to their new home, Sera and Rosie are turned into pigs for stealing the food that was meant for the demons, Adam has to go and work at the Radio Demon’s Bathhouse to repay the debt his mothers owe so he can have them back and go home. Alastor tricks Adam into signing a contract to work at the bathhouse without pay, Adam meets Angel Dust who is a fellow worker of the bathhouse, Angel shows him what to do to help the hundreds of other demons around the bathhouse. Adam ends up meeting a cute man named Lucifer who can’t remember who he was before he started working at the bathhouse but feels like he has some kind of connection to Adam, like he knew him somehow.. anyway Adam is very quickly isolated by the rest of the bathhouse staff because he is human (humans have a scent that demons find to be gross).

i would write out the rest of the plot but i don't want to miss anything because i haven't seen it in a while..

Anyway how it starts!

Adam sighed as he looked out the car window at the scenery rushing past. He hugs a bouquet gifted to him by his friend as a parting gift,

"Hope you have fun wherever you move, I'll miss you <3

To Adam From Eve"

he reads the card that was hastily stuck into the center of the bundle of flowers. Adam sighs again, he didn't want to move, but his moms got a job opportunity that they couldn't pass up. He scowls at them, angrily glaring at the backs of their heads. "I can feel your stare Starlight," spoke Sera, "I don't like uprooting you from your friends, but we really need the money, I hope one day you'll understand that.." she trails off frowning.

Looking back out the window, the scenery has changed from hills and farmland to a dense forest, "Where are we mom?" Adam says as he spots a strange statue nestled in the woods as they pass through. "This is a shortcut, don't worry Starlight," his other mom, Rosie says turning in the passenger seat to try and make eye contact with him, "We'll probably beat the moving vans to the house even though we left half an hour after them," she chuckled lightly. Adam stared blankly at her, "I think we're lost," he deadpanned.

"There's no way that we're lost, I know what I'm doing, trust me sweetheart," Sera confindently says, though she begins to slow to a stop because there is something blocking the way foreward. "uh huh, yeah definitely believe you mom," Adam says as he looks at whats in front of the car.

It looks like an old entrance to a theme park that has been shut down for ages, he could see the moss and ivy growing on the big sign covered in rust.

"Lu Lu World.." Adam mumbled as he read the sign. Sera stopped the car and turned it off, "What are you doing mom?" Adam says as he feels a shiver go down his spine, "Why aren't we turning around? This is clearly a dead end.." Adam stares at his mothers as they both get out of the car without responding to his questions.

Adam gets out of the car and follows them at a distance, "Somethings not right about this.. We should go, I don't feel safe." Adam said, voice quivering as he felt a gust of wind brush by him, feeling as if its trying to pull him towards the gates and turnstiles of the abandoned park.

Sera turns to him, looking mildly out of it for a second before her eyes clear, "Come on, let's take a peek at this place, I've never heard of it before.. It'll be an adventure!" Rosie nods with her own matching excited grin, "We haven't done something fun as a family in a while, come on Adam, it'll be fun. We'll just do a little exploring and then we'll go, okay?"

Adam shook his head, "I don't like this.." He stayed standing by the car. Sera spoke, her tone disappointed "Well, we're going in, so if you want to stay here at the car alone you can." Adam stared at her, its as if something has possessed his mothers and is making them need to do this. Adam stands defiantly at the hood of the car holding the card from the bouquet tightly in his hand.

Sera and Rosie turn to the looming gates of Lu Lu World and begin walking through, as they get farther and farther away Adam feels a creeping unease, he doesn't want to be alone in the middle of this forest, he took at deep breath and ran after his mothers.

He jumps over the turnstiles and skids to a stop right behind them, he pinches the excess fabric of Sera's dress as a way to calm himself. He's not alone, his moms are there, he'll be fine, just stay calm.

They finally make it through the tunnel into the park, infront of them is a vast field of wild grass, the beginnings of the park a good distance away, "That's weird" Adam thought to himself. His mothers didn't stop for more than a moment to look around then they were trekking across the field towards the park. as they reach the stone steps up into the park there is a small stream flowing infront of the steps, all three of the family jump over it to the otherside.

Little did they know, they were walking into another plane of existence, by passing over the stream they are now in the demonic plane. Humans don't know that there's multiple planes of reality, its theorized by some, but most don't believe it to be possible. The demonic plane is the place where monsters and ghouls come from, demons and banshees, any monster you could imagine came from this plane.

{{thats all im up for doing tonight, ill write more tomorrow if you respond :D}}

I HAVE SEEN THIS MOVIE!!

It's been so long I forgot that's what it was called. But I love this and the idea!!

[dragon-fuccer]

Hi!!! If u're reading this u're probably the author of this absolutely amazing fic ✨

And if u're not, go read it;!! It's so good u won't regret it<33

First some fanart jumpscare !!! (I hope u're ok w it bc I haven't asked for permission 😭)

It's just how I imagine Jack to look with a few smaller headcannons based on the fic, and there will be more fic related doodles soon, so prepare for that >;D (ofc as long as u're ok with it!!)

Second, the thing I lured ya here with, aka mine n my bfs ocs, art and description for ya to use in the fic if u want to ^^

TYSM for this offer, both me and my bf feel hella honored and it actually gave us a ton of motivation to actually expand on these two!

Tws : body horror, brief description of violence n death, mentioned suicide and brief description of murder

Smokey belongs to my bf and Something is mine !

Normal text is all written by me and green text was written by him ^^

Art and design by my dearly beloved:

Smokey

Real name : Victor Wilson

Age : around 26 yo

possible victor lore

used to be victor by marble hornets standards known as smokey

a dropout uni student with raging nicotine addiction (smokey did not retain any uni info but vic used to be psych student (projecting much lol))

prolly watched marble hornets with friends for fun and against better judgement decided to give a visit to rosswood park thinking its a film project in the beginning

turns out its not and they spotted the lanky guy

smokey the horror movie enthusiast wants out at that point before shize goes down but its late and they r deep in the forest so comes to conclusion they r all p much dead at this point

peeps want to go hunt for the lanky man cus cool and internet views

my guy is like f that yall r following basic horror lore of everyone dies im not playin like that and straight up says hes not going and hed rather go and sleep in the burned down psych ward

he gets called a wimp but decides if hes gonna die hes not dying an idiot and decides to vidtape everything on his mid tier phone camera

not sure what happens to the rest but they do their meet cute w slendy and prolly with time like half of em ends up in the arko e way or another

smokey manages most of the night fine but like luck would have it still end up meeting the guy

does not go well

wakes up in the burned down hospital not remembering the last unknown time and broken phone beyond repair

decides oho this is bad lets go back to uni and never talk abt it

meets with most friends back at uni but like 2 of em r missing and they just pretend nothing happened, friend group dissolves

after that he starts slowly having memory gaps, waking up in other places

all comes to head when it turns out he missed 5 months of uni after he wakes up back in rosswood really far from home and skinnier than ever and suddenly no more uni student

after that victor surfaces less and less till hes just kinda gone at that point

Smokey first shows up the night victor goes with friends to rosewood

in the beginning surfaces confused unsure who they are and what is their purpose

with time smokey goes through both phone and computer of vics

binges whole marble hornets in one sitting and decides he has a personal vendetta against the operator

since then they work on somehow stoping it (and terribly fails given the lack of information) leading to continuous trips back to rosewood and sleepovers in the rubble of the ex psych ward

figuring out the nicotine addiction takes a bit of time and leads to pretty nasty withdrawal symptoms as well as a very wrecked dorm room (he does find the cigarettes tho and is smart enough to connect the dots (smart cookie, here have a star sticker))

smokey learns asl and isolates themself a lot in the months of operator research

he still maintains two personas to some extends which is one the masked smokey who uses mostly asl and rarely speaks (to some extent also a tactic against being caught by police) and times when he goes without mask on library searches and grocery shoppings

smokey starts a yt channel dedicated to catching the operator and ending it which attracts at best some people commenting on obvious marble hornets ripoff and few cents into his wallet

with passing time they do start finding victims in order to keep themselves alive n appease the the big slinky leading to series of alleged suicides then turned to series of murders

he starts off with two of his ex friends who go back to rosewood and start showing symptoms he learned from mh

When they commit murder they hide in the trunk of the car and basically hotbox the whole thing due to smoking making the victim whoozy and confused, moving on they connect a pipe (like garden hose or whatevs) to the exhaustion pipe and suffocate their victims with the car smoke

the thing that tips off the police is the nicotine in the system of every victim and an account of almost to be one that got stalked by smokey who upon being discovered (also while smoking and which earned him the name) decided to bolt

since then he continues on just about the same, aka researching the operator, finding new victims and surviving untill they meet Something

His hoodie is dark green, the mask is greyish from the grime n dirt, the big cross on it is black so are his pants and hair

Something

Real name : Rae Dyer

Age : 23 before transformation, currently unknown

Something used to be a cryptid fan. They worked at a radio station and had a small night show where they played old rock and often rambled about the latest creature they heard about. While out, looking for a new creature to maybe see, they stumbled upon the Slenderman and became obsessed to document it somehow, quickly spiraling out of control and slowly, bit by bit became a creature themselves.

Something doesn't remember much from it's past life. It used to just wander, guided by the static in it's head towards it's victims, always terrified itself but not knowing why. After Smokey found it, they started wandering together. At first they had serious communication issues - Something only able to speak in tap code and Smokey mainly using ASL - but with time they learned to speak with each other, and now they can understand the other almost without words.

Something doesn't really eat, it survives on fear and between itself and Smokey, it always has more than enough of it. It does steal food for Smokey tho, cigarettes as well, usually leaving them in whatever ruined building he decided to stay in for the night. Something got also addicted to nicotine by just being around Smokey so much, leading to separation anxiety fueled by withdrawal when they're apart.

Something cannot speak, and can only communicate using tap code. When it's particularly worried or scared it does emit a small noise, that sounds like a particularly breathy whine, and more commonly when it tries to speak, quiet spider like ticking can be heard coming from it's mouths.

It usually walks hunched over, used to having to duck under branches, entryways, etc bc of it's height.

Something has pale skin reminiscent of porcelain, and is usually wearing a v neck sweater with a white undershirt and jeans or other pants. It's hair is very thin and scarce, floating around it's head down to it's lower back

Also a tiny doodle bonus of how I imagine these two showing up on Jacks doorstep xjbxbcbcb

We think the most probable case of them showing up would be Smokey getting bonked on a mission (probably by a car or a would be victim) and Something bringing them over to Jacks cabin to get pached up, tho feel free to do something else ya might think fits =w=

Again, thank you so much for the offer, we're both so honored to have the opportunity to show these two off and maybe if you're so inclined getting them a chapter in ur amazing fic<3

If u have any questions you need answered Abt the two don't hesitate to ask them as well! ^^

-Kai n Bean

[sketchzecri]

Tell me Abt choco pretty please. R they a cereal mascot

Worse.

Choco is a very pathetic sopping wet cat of a man (ive comissioned molty for him twice!! :3)

Literally where do i begin.

So. Necromancy in my world is very complicated magic. And verrry forbidden because instead of just making a corpse move it drags their spirit back to their body repairing the damage if done right. But thats HARD to do. Like super duper hard. In fact, the only way to consistently and effortlessly revive people like that is to have it in your bloodline.

Obviously this kind of magic is scary and weird. So it becomes punishable by death, (some places killing you just for having that magic in you at all. Fucked up)

But they never caught my girl FREYJA AYYYYYYYYYYY

Freyja is Choco's mom. She escaped the law by leaving the city walls and living in the woods :3 She has Choco first then later Cloud. Both of them inheriting her magic. (They also have a skeleton cat named Keke but shes largely there to be cute)

One day, while fucking around in the forest, our young Choco runs into Kaveah, who had ran away to explore the woods. After freaking out about seeing another person, the two hit it off quite well! Choco shows Freyja his new friend and Freyja is like what the fuck that is literally the princess what. Kaveah promises to not tell anyone because she would also get in heeps of trouble for sneaking out.

Womp womp her dad finds out

And he is FREAKING OUT.

Mars has like. A whole onion of issues but tldr he freaks, attacks their family, kaveah defends them, she loses her eye in the process oopsies

After calming down (and realizing he just nearly killed his daughter oops) he stops sucking and is like you know what you mean a lot to my daughter and youve cared for her so much so for as long as i remain king i will keep you and your family safe (to freyja) and they cool now

Womp womp fire

So remember how i mentioned cloud? Yeah that's choco's dipshit brother from hell. He lights the cabin on fire with the intent of killing Freyja and Choco (he's like. Maybe 7 here i think i cant remember.) But dumbass gets HIMSELF killed instead! And freyja

Choco gets out of there

And my boy is NOT doing too hot pun unintended

From then on he lives in the palace with Kaveah then they grow up get married yadda yadda have a son hisbname is Taffy (picked it out himself (hes trans))

So heres where it gets messy. Im not gonna try to come up with anything on the spot but Taffy gets impossibly sick so he calls upon a spirit of some kind to fix him it works YAY

Something happens so he goes to do it again but GUESS WHO ITS CLOUD BITCH KABLAMO and so cloud switches places with Choco. Stealing his body and sending Choco to afterlife hell (its not really hell its complicated not gonna talk abt it here)

And thats kinda it for choco. Theres a few plotpoints that he helps in with other characters but in terms of big events thats it.

There is something here about multiverse travel but thats post-story fluff and roleplay physics

[atopearth]

Amnesia: Later Part 4 - Kent Route

I'm glad Kent addressed that it feels inappropriate to take the heroine randomly on an overnight drive haha, I would be very worried as her mother! I 100% trust Kent though. I love how well Ikki understands Kent that he can help the heroine decipher him haha. So cute how he told the heroine that Kent was really happy that she chose to sit next to him in the car. I know Kent only left for like 10 minutes but omg if I was left in a forest by myself in the dark, two minutes is already too much lol. I'm glad he understood how worried she was and apologised. They were cute though after he said he won't leave her again haha. Aww Kent was so excited to meet the heroine, he woke up earlier than usual and went to their meeting spot super early because he couldn't wait to see her, that's so adorable hahaha! I was about to say I can't imagine Kent wasting time though so I'm glad to know he was doing something productive like looking through his presentation he's going to be giving soon hahaha. It's always so nice to see the parents so accepting of the heroine. It's kinda funny to think that Kent is incompetent with household chores haha. It was quite endearing to see him work so hard changing a futon cover, he really tries his best in everything and that's nice.

Honestly it should be expected, but I guess considering how Kent lacks common sense, it was sweet of him to go pick up the heroine and carry the ingredients back with her to learn how to make nikujaga. Their innocent relationship is honestly so adorable but seriously!? Can their second kiss not be interrupted?! I love how because they were both embarrassed so they agreed to both close their eyes at the same time and kiss hahaha. I swear their second kiss better be perfect if it keeps getting interrupted! It's so sweet how Kent told her he asked her to come over because he just wanted to see her and that he didn't have a particular reason haha, him blushing is key, how could you get mad at that even if he's busy?! Anyway, Kent working hard looks hot anyway, I could stare at him all day🤣 Omggg, Kent blushing and smiling at the thought of spending time with the heroine in the house and thinking this is what married life every day would be like is so adorableee! I'm glad Kent knows to apologise when he's too harsh, the fact that he recognises he's been harsh and understands her feelings is great improvement! I forgot that if Kent moves to London, he won't have Ikki around to do his puzzles with, that's so sad, I love watching their silly shenanigans! It was so funny to see Sawa and Mine try their best to hide from Kent so he won't find out about the heroine preparing for his birthday haha. It's so nice that the heroine has such reliable and fun girl friends. Seeing Kent so genuinely happy that the heroine put so much effort into it this whole week was sweet, definitely worth it! It was so him when he nonchalantly remembered that it was actually his birthday haha. Awww it's so sweet how Kent has actually been practising baking this whole time and baked a cake for the heroine! It really is the perfect occasion hahaha. Lmao at the heroine reading out Kent's ideas on how to propose hahaha. It was nice to see how cute they are in London.

Overall, Kent's route was nice but kinda boring. I guess it's because it's all about them just spending time with each other, which was nice and cute but I wanted something more. It just felt kinda bland that they did everything that is "natural" after dating I guess haha. But considering it's Kent, it's a pretty big deal haha, especially with the learning how to cook, being more considerate of others and just overall trying his best to be romantic, Kent definitely tries the hardest to do the simplest couple things haha but that's cute in its own way. Basically, if you want to see the two of them prepare for living together in London in a shy and innocent way then yeah it's a great continuation of their story, but I honestly wanted moreee, still good though!

[apocalypticavolition]

Let's (re)Read The Dragon Reborn! Chapter 22: The Price of the Ring

Everyone always wonders why heroes in fantasy stories are so reluctant to get the cool magical artifacts and stuff. This chapter justifies why you should be a little cautious around free doodads, especially when they're enchanted! Anything else would be spoilers though, and if you don't want spoilers for the whole Wheel of Time series, you shouldn't keep reading.

This chapter has the Flame of Tar Valon icon because we're seeing the Accepted ritual again and because Egwene is going to be the Flame of Tar Valon for a hot minute or two. Also the Amyrlin's voice is heard at the end. Lots of meaning, this chapter icon.

But Sheriam seemed to have dismissed the papers from her mind as soon as she asked.

Since the first word out of Egwene's mouth was "Verin," Sheriam probably dismissed them for that reason. She either knows Verin's allegiance or buys the cover that she's a distracted old wmoan.

“I listened to the lectures,” Egwene protested, “and I remember them, but . . . can’t I have a night’s sleep first?”

It's funny to consider that when Egwene gets raised next time, she'll spend a night traveling through the world of dreams.

An Aes Sedai sat cross-legged on the bare rock before each of the spots where arches joined ring, all three wearing their shawls. Alanna was the sister of the Green Ajah, but she did not know the Yellow sister, or the White.

Sadly, we don't know them either. I wouldn't at all be surprised though if they were significant players though, since Sheriam, Elaida, and Alanna all are too.

“She should not be given this chance.” There was iron in Elaida’s voice, and her face was scarcely softer. “I do not care what her potential is. She should be put out of the Tower. Or failing that, set to scrubbing floors for the next ten years.”

Elaida's just bitter that Moiraine has outmatched her in recent all-star recruitment. Cute that their animosity starts so early.

She sounded as if she had said this many times. There was a light of sympathy in her eyes, but her face was almost as stern as Elaida’s. The sympathy frightened Egwene more than the sternness.

If a member of the BA is feeling sorry for you, you know your life is about to suck hardcore.

“There is some sort of—resonance.” She never took her eyes from the arches. “An echo, almost. I do not know from where.”

Two T'A'R access points conflicting with each other?

“Then let her face what she fears.” Even in its formality, there was a note of satisfaction in Elaida’s voice.

Already Elaida thinks Egwene can't survive the punishments coming her way. And already she's wrong. A remarkably pig-headed woman.

Of course Rand was her husband—her handsome, loving husband—and Joiya was her daughter—the most beautiful, sweetest little girl in the Two Rivers. Tam, Rand’s father, was out with the sheep, supposedly so Rand could work on the barn but really so he could have more time to play with Joiya. This afternoon Egwene’s mother and father would come out from the village. And probably Nynaeve, to see if motherhood was interfering with Egwene’s studies to replace Nynaeve as Wisdom one day.

Egwene's first archway takes her to the closest equivalent of a fluffy high school/coffee shop AU that the setting can allow. A true hell for Egwene, who needs shit to do.

Egwene knew—she thought she knew—Whatever it was, was gone.

Egwene's Seanchan trauma is so strong that she can almost recall it across timelines. I think the only reason she doesn't spend any of the three arches in the damane collar is because she's already faced that fear as thoroughly as possible.

When Rand’s head hurt, strange things happened soon after. Lightning out of a clear sky, smashing to bits that huge oak stump he had been working two days to root out where he and Tam were clearing new field. Storms that Nynaeve did not hear coming when she listened to the wind. Wildfires in the forest. And the deeper his pain grew, the worse what followed.

Huh. After my migraines we get sudden thunderstorms and those cause forest fires. Am I the Dragon Preborn? I fucking hope not, though getting channeling as a reward for suffering through the headaches would be fucking fantastic.

But three times now, Egwene had cured someone Nynaeve had given up for dead. Three times she had sat to hold a hand through the last hour, and seen the person get up from a deathbed. Nynaeve had questioned her closely on what she had done, what herbs she had used, in what blending. Thus far, she had not found the courage to admit that she had done nothing.

It's interesting to note that in a world where the EF5 never leaves town, Egwene eventually becomes more capable at Healing than Nynaeve. It might just be that their blocks are different, I suppose, or that Wilders are prone to implausible feats in the initial period that they can't necessarily replicate after the fact, though Rand's channeling outbursts are things he'd do quite easily later.

She halted, looked back at Joiya gurgling in her cradle, at Rand still pressing hand to his head and looking at her as if wondering where she was going. “No,” she said. “No, this is what I want. This is what I want! Why can’t I have this, too?”

Fucking Wheel, making women choose between families and careers no matter what position it's in. How depressing.

She stiffened her back and kept walking, but she could not keep the tears from rolling down her cheeks. Rand’s groans built to a scream, drowning Joiya’s laughter. From the corner of her eye, Egwene saw Tam coming, running as hard as he could.

Really the fact that Joiya is laughing hysterically while her dad is having a horrible meltdown is good evidence that these possible timelines aren't entirely real but are specifically designed as a trap.

“Every woman I have ever watched come out of there has asked that question. The answer is, no one knows. It has been speculated that perhaps some of those who do not come back chose to stay because they found a happier place, and lived out their lives there.” Her voice hardened. “If it is real, and they stayed from choice, then I hope the lives they live are far from happy. I have no sympathy for any who run from their responsibilities.”

And what about your responsibilities to not be an evil witch, Sheriam? Pretty hypocritical of you to judge the women trapped in the ter'angreal when you aren't even a true believer but only joined for political power!

She stared down at her dress, blue silk sewn with pearls, all dusty and torn. Her head came up, and she took in the ruins of a great palace around her. The Royal Palace of Andor, in Caemlyn.

This is of course foreshadowing the eventual destruction of Caemlyn as the central location of the Last Battle that never does quite come to pass under Brando Sando's work.

Once she stepped on a woman’s arm, sticking out from under a mound of plaster and bricks that had been an interior wall and perhaps part of the floor above. She noticed the arm as little as she noticed the Great Serpent ring on one finger. She had trained herself not to see the dead buried in the refuse heap Trollocs and Darkfriends had made of Caemlyn. She could do nothing for the dead.

It's for the best that real Egwene never quite has to steel herself in this way.

“The madness, Egwene. I am—actually—holding it—at bay.” His gasping laugh made her skin prickle. “But it takes everything I have just to do that. If I let go, even a little, even for an instant, the madness will have me. I won’t care what I do then. You have to help me.”

A lot of people think that Egwene judges Rand way too harshly in later books and while I definitely don't think she's as good as a friend as she should have been, I think we can blame this vision for some of it. The Rand of later books becomes more and more like this madman, laughing at inappropriate, mood swinging violently, not always able to channel reliably or effectively. Egwene gets to see the end of the road before everyone else does and even though he's still relatively stable in LOC, she's definitely seeing him take the first steps down it.

“If they take me—the Myrddraal—the Dreadlords—they can turn me to the Shadow. If madness has me, I cannot fight them. I won’t know what they are doing till it is too late. If there is even a spark of life left when they find me, they can still do it. Please, Egwene. For the love of the Light. Kill me.”

While the arches do seem to be psychologically manipulative, they are also great teaching tools. This scenario is clearly built out of Egwene's fear of Rand's channeling ability, but it has to up the stakes even beyond that and so pulls more facts for her to learn from.

It is a thing not done, so far as I know—Light send it has not been done!—since the Trolloc Wars. It took thirteen Dreadlords—Darkfriends who could channel—weaving the flows through thirteen Myrddraal. You see? Not easily done. There are no Dreadlords today.

But there are members of the Black Ajah, who are Dreadlords in all but name. And Sheriam can lie. But like I said, she's not a true believer, she did it for the opportunity. Is she being truthful to Egwene here, both in that the technique has not been done in two thousand years and in that she hopes it has never been done? Is that one of the reasons she holds her position, to recruit naturally and hope that things never turn to filling out the numbers in a different fashion?

Egwene stared into the standing mirror, and was not sure whether she was more surprised by the ageless smoothness of her face or the striped stole that hung around her neck. The stole of the Amyrlin Seat.

Like Nynaeve, Egwene's third vision is of a very similar future to the fate she actually gets. Is that common to all of the women who go through these arches, or is it just that their fates are so firm there's nothing to pull from but the truth?

There was an Aes Sedai at her elbow, a woman with Sheriam’s high cheekbones but dark hair and concerned brown eyes, and the hand-wide stole of the Keeper on her shoulders. Not Sheriam, though. Egwene had never seen her before; she was sure she knew her as well as she knew herself. Haltingly, she put a name to the woman. Beldeine.

"Not Sheriam, though." Fun foreshadowing for Egwene's first Keeper and her removal, that.

That thought shook her. Not that she had been Green Ajah, but that she had to reason it out.

Another question is whether the ring broke this vision but not the other two because of repeated exposure, or if the future-predicting aspects of both ter'angreal was the thing that let the resonance grow out of control?

That seemed an odd thought, too. Part of her remembered something called the Great Purge. Part of her was sure no such thing had happened.

A much less important question is if the Great Purge of this timeline was more or less successful than the main timeline, considering how things turned out.

The Flame of Tar Valon lay centered in the floor, surrounded by widening spirals of color, the colors of the seven Ajahs. At the opposite side of the room from where the ramp entered, a high-backed chair stood, heavy and ornately carved in vines and leaves, painted in the colors of all the Ajahs.

Our first look at the hall, even if it is fake. Note the emphasis both in-text and in-universe on all seven Ajahs. Even though there's definitely some problems and changes to come, all are consistently treated as an integral part of the Tower until the breaking.

One of the Red Sitters stood. Egwene was shocked to recognize Elaida. At the same time she knew that Elaida was foremost of the Sitters for the Red, and her own bitterest enemy.

Lucky of Elaida to not get taken by the Seanchan. Perhaps the arches neglected that detail specifically to fuck with Egwene more, or perhaps it was an inevitable consequence of whatever butterfly effect we're dealing with here.

One of the Green Sitters was on her feet, anger bright through her calm. “Shame, Elaida! Show respect for the Amyrlin Seat! Show respect for the Mother!”

Obviously this could be virtually any non-Black Green, but I like to think it's Farnah specifically. Could be Faiselle though if it's one of the three actual Sitters Egwene gets, probably not Rubinde since she's an Elaida loyalist in the real timeline.

As Egwene opened her mouth, Beldeine moved beside her. Then the Keeper’s staff struck her head.

No surprise that Beldeine, one of the women who will be sent to box Rand, would betray Egwene to Elaida even as her Keeper.

The pain in her head made thinking difficult, but it seemed important to count them. Thirteen.

Would being 13x13ed here have truly changed Egwene, I wonder? Was Sheriam hoping it might and trying to play towards it, or is this entirely of the resonance and thus not an outcome she could have predicted?

Flames burst from Myrddraal skin, ripping through black cloth as if they were solid daggers of fire. Shrieking Halfmen crisped and burned like oiled paper. Fist-sized chunks of stone tore themselves free of the walls and whizzed across the room, producing shrieks and grunts as they thudded into flesh. The air stirred, shifted, howled into a whirlwind.

Either Egwene is able to throw around way more power than she should be able to (our girls will later find out that setting Halfmen on fire is actually a rather bad choice, all things considered), or the arches are just playing along with her.

Egwene’s mind put a name to the face. Gyldan. Elaida’s closest confidante, always whispering together in corners, closeting themselves in the night.

We do not ever meet a Gyldan in the main timeline. She may be a real Black who just doesn't get up to much in reality, or perhaps the real Gyldan is even more unremarkable and in this timeline Mesaana replaces her, not the Brown (in which case, good on you for punching her out Egwene!). Perhaps she doesn't exist at all, though Beldeine certainly does.

It was unnerving, trotting through empty hallways. The White Tower no longer held the numbers it once had, but there was usually someone about.

Consider that the White Tower is already at its lowest membership count ever and that in this timeline we have no evidence of the reforms that lead to the Rebels having a larger roster. It may well be that with the Blacks mostly purged (or victims mostly purged, since obviously 13 are still running around), the Tower has virtually no one left at this point.

“What would you have done? What? Nothing! There’s nothing you can do. But they said they could give it back to me, with the power of . . . the power of the Dark One.”

So apparently Nynaeve never cured stilling in this timeline. She and Elayne, and really a wide variety of Aes Sedai who you'd think would be a bit sympathetic to our girl here, all seem to be gone. Has the resonance up and put Egwene in a T'A'R nightmare, is that why things are so incoherent? Can she not remember what happened not purely by glitch in the system but because there's no logical way to arrive at this scenario, so there's no memories to give her?

“More than anyone suspects,” Egwene said. “I never held the Oath Rod, Beldeine.”

This of course should technically be another bit of early installment weirdness where Jordan hasn't decided that the Oath Rod is what causes the ageless look, not channeling as a whole, but since we're in a resonance cascade or whatever it might as well be just another mismatched puzzle piece in the mystery that is this timeline.

It would need to be done quickly; there was no point if Rand was gentled while she was still wrapping Warders in Air. Even Warders would break if she loosed the lightnings on them, and balefire, and broke the ground under their feet.

I love how balefire isn't even the final option here. "I'll shoot them with lightning, and if that doesn't work I'll retroactively remove them from existence, and if THAT doesn't work I'll stick their legs in a rock because if they refuse to be balefired they obviously can't be killed, only slowed down."

Twelve Aes Sedai surrounded him, and another—who Egwene knew had to be wearing a seven-striped stole, even though she could not distinguish it—stood before Rand.

You've got to hand it to Elaida. Very few people have a destiny so set in stone that it comes true in an alternate timeline that isn't really even a timeline, but dammit every variation of her that has ever existed is going to usurp the Amyrlin Seat, and that includes nightmare versions.

Thirteen Aes Sedai. Twelve sisters and the Amyrlin, the traditional number for gentling. The same number as for. . . .

No Egwene, focus on that thought. Sure it's really only because of the metaphysics that everyone's arrived on the same number, but what does it say about the White Tower that its court system is only a mirror image of the Black Ajah's most despicable ritual?

There on the tower top, tilted to sit flat against the sloping tiles, was a silver arch filled with a glowing light. The arch flickered and wavered; streaks of angry red and yellow darted through the white light.

Are they having troubles keeping the door open because of the resonance alone, or because Egwene's scenario is so far off the map it's not normally where the arches point to? I know we'll never know, but both answers provide such rich potential for how the arches work at all. Alas.

Light plucked her apart fiber by fiber, sliced the fibers to hairs, split the hairs to wisps of nothing. All drifted apart on the light. Forever.

Pardon the math joke, but isn't that being a bit hyperbolic, Egwene?

Next time: Egwene recovers from her sorority hazing!

[atomsminecraft]

Past, Present, and Future. There Consequences

*Coughs violently*

This fic is a continuation of @dotster001​ ‘s fanfic which can be found here, I was given permission to make this and proof for that is the replies in that post.

Because it’s Lou’s birthday today, I decided it will be a great idea to post this now especially with the time of events this fanfic was finished.

This wasn’t 100% proof read, if there’s any mistakes then you now know why lmao

Warning: This series may contain spoilers for the princes path. I have only gotten to chapter 3, if any information is inaccurate then please understand.

Before we start I just want to clarify a few things.

N/N = New Name (not MC’s name)

L/N = Last name (MC and her rebirth don’t have the same last name.)

And with that, enjoy this series of unfortunate events.

Genre: Fluff(for now-)

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I felt the last of my strength leave my body and the world go dark as my eyes finally closed. They did it. Iritium succeeded. They won.

I will never forgive Lou for his betrayal. In this life or a new one. How could he do this? Wasn’t he meant to be the neutral one? Wasn’t he meant to be the one I wouldn’t have to worry about using me like many others would have if given the chance?

…

I guess I was wrong.

I hope he’s happy with this outcome.

…

…mumbling… I hear mumbling… wait, what? Why am I hearing people talking? Am I being revived? Was my death not enough for them? Everything felt wrong. I felt myself being pulled down by an invisible force. Oh god please tell me it’s not what I think it is!

A sudden bright light filled my vision. Everything hurt and there was a strong smell I couldn’t pinpoint that overwhelmed me. Crying. Was I crying? … …No. It sounded more like loud whining. I hated these new sensations, I hated the overwhelming smell and the new feeling of a touch I couldn’t recognize. And as quickly as it started, I felt myself being put into an embrace. A comforting one.

Why was I mad again? I couldn’t quite remember… One after another of failed tries to remember, the bright light diminished as I fell asleep in the new comforting embrace.

I wonder why I was mad in the first place.

~~~~

“Miss N/N, please slow down!” My nanny, Cathryn, called out. I laughed as I ran away from her in this newfound game of chase.

My 8-year-old legs can only take me so far yet I continued to run and dodge the attempts at catching me and I hid behind a tree. I covered my mouth to hide my laughter as Cathryn called out to me. Hehe, she can’t find me!

I ran again until I found myself in a forest area. This should be harder to find, right? I went to find another hiding spot.

A shuffling in the bushes causes me to halt. Was I found already?! But Cathryn would have called my name out by now… The bush was also too small for her to fit in there! I walked to the bush and pulled away the leaves to find an injured cat. Blood stained its white fur.

“Aw no! Poor kitty…” I paused for a moment. Should I bring it back home with me? Maybe we can keep it! But it’s injured…. What can I do to make it feel better? Maybe I can kiss it better? Momma does that whenever I get hurt. Yeah! That sounds like a great idea! I slowly went up to the cat and it hissed and swung at me and I backed away. Uh-oh.

I kneel, “It’s ok, I won’t hurt you!” I let it smell my hand once it seemed to calm down and I gently pet it once I got the OK. Hehe, it’s so cute! I gave the cat a kiss near the wound and began to pick it up. “Alright, let's get you home!” I got up and looked around to try and find where I’d come from, I think I came from this way!

I started walking and I looked back down to the cat. The wound seems to have stopped bleeding, that’s good! Wait, no, the injury is gone completely! I stand there confused. Weren’t they hurt just a moment ago?

“N/N! Where are you?” My name was called out again. Maybe I can ask Cathryn about this?

“I’m here!” I ran towards where I thought I heard her voice.

“Milady! There you are!” Cathryn runs towards me, tears staining her red eyes. Weird, why did I feel strange about being called milady? She calls me that all the time. “You can’t run away like that, I was sick with worry when I couldn’t find you!”

In the end, I wasn’t allowed to keep the cat and I couldn’t find the time to tell her what happened. She wouldn’t have believed me anyways.

That was one of many weird things that happened to me.

~~~~

“Mama! Look what I found!” I ran up to my mother with a flower in hand and gave it to her. “For you!” I smile at her and she smiles back.

“Thank you, darling! You seem to have a knack for finding flowers, don’t you think?”

“She certainly does!” My father says as he picks me up. “She’s our flower so she obviously must be able to find other beautiful flowers!” I laugh as he spins me around.

“Be careful with her, Morse!” My mother warns though she’s also laughing at our antics.

“Again!”

“You sure? Alright! Whoosh!” I get spun around in the air a few times before he puts me down and ruffles my hair.

“Lady Mortisha, I have what you asked me to fetch for you!” Cathryn says.

“Oh, perfect! N/N, may you come here for a moment?” I walk up to my mom as she takes the box. “I have prepared a special gift for you, will you open it for me?”

“Okie!” She hands me the box and I open it to find a golden necklace with a red gem inside. There’s also a small pouch inside the box. “So pretty…” I say aloud.

“Try it on then check inside the pouch.” I do as I’m told and put on the necklace then check the pouch. There’s a small mirror inside. I look into it to find myself and two red eyes. What happened to my black eye? I look up at my mother in confusion.

She smiles at me. “Now your black one is hidden. There’s no need to hide it anymore!” Wait what? But why would- My dad puts his hand on my shoulder and interrupts my train of thought.

“Make sure not to take it off, alright?” He kneels to my height. “Promise me you won’t.”

“I promise!” I replied.

“Good. Thank you” He smiles at me and ruffles my hair again.

That night, I swear I heard a familiar voice. “Your very existence here will shake this word to its foundation.” Wait what? “You are but a defenseless chick here in the magical realm.” The voice is distant and barely coherent. “Listen to me: you are a rare and wonderful creature.” Who is that? I just barely caught those last words before falling asleep.

~~~~

The shops in the town aren’t things I normally see, so it was a nice surprise when my parents said we were going to town together. I saw clothing shops, bakeries, restaurants, and many more! I looked around curiously as my mom and dad both held my hand.

“Mama! Can we go to the flower shop?” I ask.

“We can go after we get what we need.” My mom said, holding my hand tighter so I can’t try and escape.

My dad laughed. “How about we go now, Morticia? It wouldn’t hurt to go for a few minutes.”

My mom sighs, “Morse, if we go then she won’t want to leave and we’ll be stuck there for hours. Let's go find the clothing shop first and get what we came here for then we can spend as much time there as she wants.”

I pout. “But I want to go nowwwww!”

“N/N. I said we’ll go after we finish. Do you want to go or not?”

“Yes, mama….” There are a few moments of silence before my dad interrupts.

“Can you two stay here for a moment? I’ll be quick about it.” My dad says.

“What’s wrong?” My mom asks.

“Just stay here for a moment, alright?” He kneels to my level and he ruffles my hair. “Behave for your mother, alright? I’ll be right back.” He gets up and walks away.

“Mama, where’s dad going?” I ask.

She sighs and holds my hand a little tighter. “I guess we’ll find out when he comes back.” We stood there for a few minutes before I saw my dad with his hand behind his back. “Oh my creator…”  I look to see a look of surprise and amusement on my mom’s face. Now I'm even more confused. What’s going on?

“N/N, close your eyes and open your hand for me for a moment, will you?” I do what he asks and I feel him put something in my hand. “You may open them now!” I opened my eyes to see a flower was given to me. My dad grins at me, “Does this satisfy your need to go to the flower shop until we finish our shopping?” I smile at him and nod and he smiles back at me. “Alright, let’s go then.” He takes my hand and we walk to the clothes shop.

…

“So you found her?”

“Yes, your majesty. She appears to be about the age of 9.”

“Keep an eye on her. I command you to watch her whenever you have a chance.”

“With certainty.” The valet bows and goes back to work.

~~~~

The smell of the seawater fills my nose. I look out at the sunrise, enjoying the changing of colors. My current destination? The Royal Academy of Concordia. Tomorrow is the entrance exam.

I feel a bundle of emotions, excitement, nervousness, and fear. This is the first time I’ve been away from my parents, the freedom of them not always watching me however is freeing.

When the ship docked, I found an inn and got a room. I’ll be staying here for the next few days so I might as well get comfortable.

…

The day came and went and now it's the next day. students filled the exam hall and I quickly found an empty seat. The classroom was filled with talking and laughter, I liked how cheerful it was even with the exam happening any time now to decide if we actually got in or not.

“May I sit next to you?” I looked up to find an Invidian girl. I nod and she sits next to me. “I’m Arya, nice to meet you!” She smiles at me.

I smile back, “I’m N/N. It’s nice to meet you too!” We engage in pleasant conversation and before we know it, the exam starts.

A hush falls in the classroom when a man in white shows up. He looks around the classroom and introduces himself as the headmaster. His gaze lands in my direction and stays there for longer than he does with the rest of the class. I wonder what he’s looking at?

The exam finally begins.

~~~~

Dear N/N L/N,

You are hereby granted a place within the Royal Academy of Concordia.

Royal Academy of Concordia

Headmaster Lou.

~~~~

Some time has passed and new students are walking around the academy and figuring out their new room situation. I am doing the same. My room is at the end of the hallway in dorm Tradis. The room feels strangely familiar but I conclude it’s because it’s somewhat similar to my room with the star pattern to the bed. Something feels missing though…. It’s probably nothing.

I look at myself in the mirror and at the choker that is my sigillum arcanum. My necklace dangles around my neck, making it look as if I have two.

I heard a knock at my door, “Just a moment, please!” I fix myself up to make myself more presentable then open the door. “Arya! What are you doing here? How did you know where my room was?”

Arya laughed, “I actually just saw you walking around and followed you to try and surprise you! I’m glad I remembered where your dorm room was or this would have been really awkward.” She laughs.

“Do you want to come in?” I ask and I step aside. She nods and comes in.

“Wow, your room is beautiful! How come you got a pretty room?” Arya jokes.

“Does your room not look similar? These were in here when I arrived…”

“Maybe it was from a previous student who forgot to take it back? Perhaps you should ask the headmaster about it when you get the chance.” Arya said.

I sigh, “I’ll do so tomorrow after it’s hopefully less busy, I wouldn’t like to bother him with how busy he likely is.” I look around my room again. I can maybe buy something similar once it looks how it’s supposed to. “Have you looked around yet?”

“I haven’t, actually! I was hoping we can go together and familiarize ourselves with this place.”

“I like that idea. We may go now if you like.” She nods and we walk out of the room to look around our new school.

Perhaps if we look around, I can distract myself from the feeling of being watched.

~~~~

Our first class started a few days after the move-in. Arya saved me a seat near the back and I of course sat next to her.

“Is it just me or does something feel off?” I ask.

Arya looks at me confused. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know why but I was expecting a lot of the girls to be at the front of the class…”

Arya thought for a moment before speaking again. “I think a lot of the girls used to do that when the kings were students here. Are you talking about that?” Before I could respond, however, the professor walked in. To my strange surprise, however, it became silent.

“What is going on with me…” I thought to myself.

Class started as any other would. Since this class is Introduction to Magic, we’re learning the basics.

“Correct again, Miss N/N. Very good.” The professor says. He laughs, “Have you by chance already learned this? You might as well be in more advanced classes.”

I try to laugh it off. “Thank you, but I don’t think that will be necessary.” Even I can't explain how I know this, to be honest. It’s as if I already learned this before without having the memory of it. Spell after spell, question after question, I seem to already know the solution on how to do it.

“You should help me study with how much you already know of this lesson.” Arya teases. I give her a small laugh and continue with the lesson.

Once the class ends, however…

“Miss N/N L/N, right? You seem to know so much about what we were learning in class! Can you perhaps become my tutor?”

“Miss N/N! You did amazing! Did you study this subject before?”

“Miss N/N! Can you-”

Students were asking me questions left and right and I tried my best to make excuses for them. I quickly grab the rest of my stuff and run out of the classroom in hopes of avoiding more questions.

~~~~

The forest at the academy is a good place to get some quiet, I learned. Not many people will go looking for you here, especially if you go off the path. It’s only been a few classes already and I seem to already be popular…. Arya joked that at this point I might become an A rank after the first few tests.

“…I probably just studied this when I was younger.” I thought to myself. Yeah, that must be it! I walk deeper and deeper into the forest, getting farther from the main path, and mentally drawing a map so I remember where I came from.

…

I heard a soft rumble just over yonder of where I am. Did I just hear snoring? Is someone sleeping? I go check to see who it could be. To my horror and gratitude, a magical beast was asleep. What’s a magical beast doing here? Especially so close to the academy? I slowly back away, not wanting to wake it up. Luck, however, wasn’t on my side as the beast’s snores stopped and its eyes opened. Dragon's teeth…. I hid behind a tree but the beast seemed to have seen me already as attacks started. I curse myself while trying to dodge attacks and hide behind trees. I really wish I learned defense magic before coming here! Think, N/N, think! What spell could help you here?! “Wait, no!” In my distraction, I slipped as the magical beast attacked. I try to brace myself for impact. The attack slammed me against a tree trunk, my vision blacked out.

…

Cheering… Why were there people cheering? My body moves on its own and I open my eyes to see what looks like an arena.

“Do you still intend to fight?” I look up to see a man in red with black hair on a dragon. Where am I?

“You’d better believe it!” Was that me talking?

“Grooh-rooh!” Whosoever body I’m in right now climbs on the back of another dragon and they fly into the air.

“Straight up, Shifah!” The inhabitant of this body says. The man narrows his eyes and starts chasing us. Wait, is this the familiar Royal? We dive straight down before I could register what’s going on. I look back to see ‘Shifah’ slap their tail at the other dragon’s side, causing the dragon and the rider to get off balance. “Take that!” Wait, is this…?

“Steady now, Ertl!” The man says. The two right themselves and before I could blink, we collided with the ground.

“Gruh-rrr-ruh!” Shifah doesn’t look too well…

“Shifah?!” The inhabitant of this body tries to lift themself only for me to feel a pain in my, er, their wrist.

“You cannot stand, can you?” The man in red asks, next to us.

“I can and will.” I don’t think we can…

“Yield.”

“No.” The man chuckles. “Huh?” I’m just as confused. Why is he laughing? I feel myself being floated in the air.

“What the…” We land in the man’s arms right as he gets down from his dragon’s back.

“You have done well.”

Cheering is heard across the stadium. “Victory to Guy Avari!” Wait, Guy Avari?! As in the king?! My vision goes dark at this realization.

~~~~

“How…-”

“concu…- she ne…-”

“N/N!-”

“Calm…- frac…- ..st.”

These voices were distant. Everything was sore and I felt like I couldn’t move. Everything went silent after a little while…

…

“Mmh…” I opened my eyes to find myself in an unfamiliar room. I sit up but flinch at the pain in my back and in my head. I notice I'm in an unfamiliar bed. Where am I?

“Oh my creator! N/N!” I feel someone hold my hand and I look over to see Arya. “You’re awake! How are you feeling?! Are you in any pain?!”

“I-“

“Stay here for a moment! I need to go tell the medic you’re awake!” Before I could say anything else, Arya ran out of the room to presumably find the medic. I sigh to myself as I relax into my pillow more, relieving the pain in my body slightly. What was that dream? Who was that? That memory seemed so familiar yet I couldn’t explain why. Why was His Majesty there? I heard the door open and I looked to see Arya with someone who I will assume is the medic. “I brought the medic!”

One medical examination later, I was finally able to relax again. “If I may…” I start, “Who saved me? I don’t remember seeing anyone while I was being attacked by the magical beast.”

“The headmaster saved and brought you here, miss N/N.” Said the medic.

My eyes widened. “WHAT?” How did he even know I was there?! I know he’s the headmaster and he watches over the academy but unless he was already in the forest he couldn’t have known I was there, right?! I’m grateful he saved me and all but that still doesn’t answer any questions!

“If you seek answers from him, you may ask him the next time you see him. For now, please rest so your injuries can heal, miss N/N. I’ll come and check on you again later.” And with that, the medic walked away. Arya stood there in silence for a moment before hugging me.

“I’m so glad you’re ok! You have no idea how worried I was when I saw the headmaster fly into the academy and I saw you were in his arms injured! What happened back there?!” Arya interrogated. She let go of the hug and gently held onto my shoulders as I explained to her why I was in the forest and how the magical beast attacked me. “You should have stayed on the path, it’s a path for a reason!”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry for worrying you. I won’t stray from the main path again, I promise.” I say in hopes of reassuring her.

“You better! Otherwise, I’m not letting you out of my sights!” I laugh and she laughs with me. “Do you need anything? I can get you something from your room or the refectory if you want something.”

“I’m fine for now, thank you. By the way, how long have I been unconscious?”

“Since yesterday. I’m surprised it wasn’t more considering how bad your injuries were…”

“I would have thought longer too, to be honest. I guess I’m lucky! Even with the magical beast attack, haha!” I joke. She smiles at me and looks at the time on her pocket watch and sighs after putting it away.

“I need to get to lectures soon. I’ll give you the notes to the lessons you miss so go ahead and rest. Got it?”

“Got it. Good luck!” Arya leaves the infirmary. I should thank the headmaster for saving me. Maybe once I heal I could buy him something to show my appreciation. What could I get him though…. As I get distracted, I fail to notice that I’ve fallen asleep.

End of Past, Present, and Future, Their Consequences — Part One.

[alexcutecolly]

omg yea the villi would tickle ur right!! omg v.olo trying not to wiggle when he feels us moving around down there & he presses our spot a lil bit x3 uuu it would b fun to feel him squeeze us from outside like an extra hug!! & hed like finding where we are and feeling us move further in too no way we think he forgot us!!

omggg hes silly!! others might beleive it but we know the truth cuz were what his lower belly is rumbling about x3 i think it means we’re liked deep inside there!!

uuu n.aga!v.olo would look so good in the sun!! with his full wrigglily belly! how do you think he first gets the idea to be friends with us & swallow us? cuz yea he’s lonely as a human hed be rly lonely as a big snake guy :C

omg I like that alot!! weve been in his first stomach for a long time already and instead of letting us out those gurgly rumbles only pull us in deeper uuuu and he does a biiig sigh when he moves us in further cuz it feels soo good ❤️ or omg!! even further than the second stomach?? uuuuuuuuu wow he must rly enjoy us!! n.aga!v.olo doesnt want to let us out cuz we make him nice and full and he likes talking to us!! and every time he moves us deeper he gives the bulge we make a massage so we fit more cozy x3 i rly love thinking he keeps us in there for days its rly cute omgomg

i saw that!! did u read the part like “remember me as i am”?? hes so sad and I wanna know what happened to him & hes gonna be ok after the end of this right?? omg i got so scared for him v.olo u cant even see youre cared about poor man

if anything went wrong hed be right there to help!! uu shrunk to ten inches for m.erman!v.olo?? thats a rly cute size cuz hed have to work just a lil to swallow a few times to get us all the way down!! & wed make a smaalll bulge in his tummy outside uuu x3 i rly like this v.olo being playful and pritective of us at the same time!! we can move around a lil bit in his belly but its snug too

we can travel everywhere with him!! he wants to see all the myths in the oceans of the world & were his exploring buddy that hes a little more than friendly with ❤️ omg i hope he doesnt get hurt saving us!! maybe after he swallows us down and gets outta danger we can remind him to take a break & make sure hes okay!! we stay in his belly the entire time cuz he has to know we’ll be safe ofc x3

-v.olo uwu

Oh yes!! They'd tickle both him and us at the same time! x3 also V.olo might actually be quite ticklish if he wiggled so much in the first place! Hehe, in that case concealing our presence would end up being harder than it seemed! x3

Oooh I like the idea of trying to locate us to be a sort of game to him, like a vore version of Where's W.aldo? xD like where he's poking and rubbing his middle to look for small bumps and movements xD he'd definitely have his intestines squeeze a little bit around us too, especially when he finds our specific spot! Hehe x3 this cements the fact that there's no way he's going to forget about us if we're inside, oh dear xD and we're absolutely the reason behind those rumbles lmao, and that's just his digestive system trying to say we're an excellent meal! x3

Omg yeah he'd look so gorgeous!!! ✨ Relaxing in the sun, exposing his fangs as he does a big yawn, his shiny black and gold tail shimmering with the human-shaped bulge wriggling inside xD and I actually have two plot-ideas for a story involving n.aga!v.olo! I'm not normal about him lmao

Both stories would take place in H.isui, the first around the same chronological period as the P.LA events, the second one in modern times:

1)

The classic monster-in-the-forest trope: rumors are spreading about a cruel, unforgiving half man-half snake creature in the H.eartwood, in the O.bsidian F.ieldlands. Everyone in J.ubilife V.illage is terrified by him, wild p.okemon stay clear of his cave.

We're tasked with exploring the area and figuring out if he actually exists and how much of a threat he is. Soon we stumble upon the cavern where he lives, but as we sneak inside we mess up and we alert him of our presence. We really don't want to hurt him, we're almost frozen in place, but before we can flee or summon our p.okemon partner we get caught and eaten safely, so he can get some answers out of us.

Bonding situations ensue once he realizes we're not after his throat and we're actually friendly and nice to have around, especially because he's been feeling lonely for so long and nobody ever dares approaching him. Plus he finds out he likes keeping us in his two stomachs, and beside the initial shock we don't really mind it afterwards xD

However, in the end we discover that K.amado actually knew n.aga!V.olo was real, and he sent us to investigate him just so he could get rid of us. Nobody is happy with this.

2)

A Modern!AU story where n.aga!V.olo is our college roommate/study buddy, and we've been knowing him for so long. We don't know this, but we're actually his only friend. Unfortunately most people on campus are repulsed by him, despite his sweet and cheerful demeanor.

After revising our notes and manuals for hours, we're exhausted and can barely keep our eyes open. That's when V.olo offers to swallow us for the first time, assuring us it's all completely safe. We accept, and take a long nap inside as he keeps studying his own stuff.

He'd massage and stroke the bulge in his tail where we're in, and even play around a bit when he says he's gonna let us out, but instead we're sent deeper inside as everything around us gurgles and rumbles xD we enjoy his company however and we have no errands or places to be then, so we just relax some more and let him take care of us x3

Also I'm very glad we're both such huge fans of long-term endosoma/vore! We'd basically have a field day if n.aga!V.olo pushed us deeper to his small intestine and/or kept us inside for days xD perhaps it'd be a little cramped, but the warmth and the rubs would make it pretty cozy regardless x3 💕

Warning: V.olo in P.okemas spoilers below!

Omgggg yeah that line!!! Omggggg... ;-; ;-; ;-;

"Please remember me as you've seen me during our time together."

It broke me tbh ;-; ;-; like... what do you mean V.olo?? Is he going to do something he knows he'll regret? Or that he's not fully in control of? 😭😭 Or perhaps he can feel he's going to disappear forever, so he wants us to remember him in his happiest moments... ;-; ;-; ;-; if this is true, it's supported by this other line of his:

"It's possible that either you or I could disappear from this world..."

Like jfc 😭😭 our man's perspective of the future and the world aren't too positive ;-; ;-; ;-; and considering his past and low self-worth, he probably sees everything as unchangeable and unfixable ;-; ;-; ;-; oh my gooood!! 😭😭

Omg yeah absolutely!! I picked this size because not only is it very cute, but he'd need a few gulps to send us down, and we'd leave a small bump too, which is super lovely! x3 His belly would feel slightly tighter, but we could still move around, it's pretty good imo! We adore snug stomachs! x3 💕 plus I feel like he'd be the perfect combination of protectiveness and playfulness, which is very fitting for a charming character like him! x3

Oooooh I like this a lot!! I'd love to be his travelling companion on his journeys, and help with his research by exploring ancient sea ruins and more! Btw I also had thought of a giant m.erman!V.olo, with us being of our normal height and him around 42'? This way he could protect us from P.rimal K.yogre for example, or other beeg sea p.okemon! x3 Regardless of his size though, as long as he can get away safely with us in tow, I'm happy and not terribly concerned 🥺 hopefully he doesn't get hurt! Especially if it was us that somehow drew the attention of those sea p.okemon! :(((((

Either way, we'd definitely check up on him after such a tense event, and depending on how he's doing we could either remain inside, or have him bring us out so we can maybe help him heal, or at the very list rub his stomach to make him feel better! 🥺🥺❤️❤️

[gutsfics]

1, 3, 9, 22, and 24 from the OC Interview Questions for Devi please!!!

yaaay thank you!!!! :3 ok im going Devi Mode now >:3

1. Who makes up your family?  How close are you to them?

well there's my mom and dad, and i have an older sibling, Avery, and two older sisters, Kennie and Satomi. im pretty close with all of them, especially my parents! tbh though it kinda feels like the five years i was dead made me miss a lot of my siblings' lives so theres like a sort of.... glass wall? i think? thats five years i cant get back, and they're all enough older than me that i wasnt really raised "with" them so much as i was raised after them, you know?

also Noah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Noah's been such a big part of my (un)life that it would be wrong not to call him family <3 plus also hes my boyfriend :3

3. What is your favorite childhood memory?

so Jane's favorite fruit is-- um... was [he looks kinda sad for a moment, but shakes it off] blackberries, but she was allergic to the brambles so when it was blackberry season, i'd crawl into bushes to get the juciest berries for her

anyway the september before, um.... she got a bit sick in september and i wanted to cheer her up so Noah and i went to the biggest blackberry bush we'd found in the forest and i picked as many blackberries as i could for her while Noah kept me company (cuz he's also allergic so he couldnt join me in the bush). we werent as close back then as we are now, and i dont remember really what we talked about, but i remember that it was one of the last warm days of the year as the season changed, and the forest was so pretty and i felt like nothing could ever go wrong

its, um, kind of a sad memory. bittersweet, i mean. but its important to me

9. Are you a spiritual person? If yes, what do you practice?

now that's a really interesting question. i know that there is a sort of "higher power" that exists in the world, but it's not really God, or A God or anything consious really. its more like.... a membrane woven into the world that makes it what it is. like a membrane holding back some kind of juice? God Juice. and there's that spot in the mountains where the membrane has been punctured so more of God Juice is flooding out of that hole than there should be in the world, and i was part of that god juice, and i think that god juice is now a part of me? or it made me or something? and if i focus, really focus hard, i can kinda hear the way the universe sings? not always though

but um. i dont really know if that counts as spirituality. and i dont "practice" anything it just... kinda is? i try to be nice to people and the world but that doesnt feel like "practicing spirituality"

22. What’s the easiest way to flirt with you?

ummm haha ohh..... i dont really know how to answer that..... growing up i was usually either ignored or bullied so its always so weird whenever someone flirts with me. its always like, are you talking to me?? oh, no thanks. i already got a guy for that

and Noah's not really a flirty guy. he'll walk into the underworld to carry me back home, for sure, but he doesnt really do flirting. unless you count just open and honest statments about how you feel about someone as flirting? i'll flirt with him absolutely, but usually gets too flustered to flirt back. its really cute

24. What would you consider your main love language?

spending years of your life devoted to taking care of someone who's lost everything, through thick and thin, even when things get hard, on days when they dont seem particularly... connected to their humanity. just being a constant in their life, a lighthouse in the middle of a typhoon, grounding them when theyre too lost to find solid ground on their own. walking into the unknown to grasp their soul and bring them back from the brink, even if that means everything changes, even if it means you yourself could get stuck yourself. would you still love me if i was a worm. would you still care for me i had nothing to give you but my company and my love, even if my company doesnt mean my touch or my conversation. would you still love me if i couldn't remember who you were.

um.

sorry. what was the question?

oh right! i think my love language is physical touch and acts of service and quality time. both giving and receiving them.

[larcenywrites]

some general hcs to think about 💭

There's a few random domestic things for bachelor Tony I like to think about sometimes (and would love to know if you have any of your own ❤️)

✏️ We all know he's a very talented individual in many ways, but he drew up that first blueprint of the suit (or at least some of it) and then went home and did it again (with better help from his AI pal, mind you). And considering all the other things he's built, he probably drew those up too, right? He had at least some part in designing his house, and he would've had to draw up designs for those college projects, too

✏️ Now he's not out here drawing headshots and detailed forest sceneries, but he can probably sketch up a decently cute corner café from the plaza, or the city's skyline towering around Central park where the trees might look a little awkward but that's okay! He might not necessarily be considered "good", but enough to where an onlooker or friend might be like, "hey, that's pretty good!" He might doodle when he spaces out. Don't give him a pen and notepad during a conference where all he's doing is listening because there will be silly looking cats or various new designs for things he's decided to start on now that he's trapped and bored somewhere. It's also a fun little pass time, or a fun challenge to get his mind off things when he's staring mindlessly through the window of that little corner café on the plaza.

🎹 We know he loves music, and we also know his mother played piano. And that he loved to listen to it growing up, even falling asleep on the sofa a few times! His mom probably tried to teach him growing up, but he was too restless to sit there long enough to learn much. Though, he can probably still recall a few little tunes he did learn, occasionally tapping them out every so often on a baby grand piano just to see if he remembers. He always gets it mixed up and goes too slow the first few times, but once he hears the right sounds he smiles a little and plays it another time or two at the right tempo.

🎹 Sometimes it strikes a nerve when he's at a party or fancy restaurant and hears a familiar tune that he never learned so he could go take apart an RC car in the backyard instead. He doesn't sit around listening to a playlist of classical music or anything like that, but he does enjoy hearing it from time to time. And music in general helps fill the silence in that empty house when the silence gets a little too loud.

🐈 Pets. Never grew up with them, never had them. He's probably a little afraid of animals and their spontaneity, anyway. Sure kittens and rabbits and what not are cute or whatever, but... they're also dirty, need more attention than he can give, and would scratch the shit out of his floor and furniture (and him! He already gets hurt enough!). Plus,, taking care of a living thing is scary, let's be honest, though he has probably considered it. Things can get lonely in such a big, isolated house, after all. He can never commit, though.

🥀 Perhaps plants could be a safer option? Unfortunately not. He hates being sick in any way, and swears that he's always allergic to the pollen in the spring. Half the time he forgets the last time he watered them, or forgets to water them altogether. He leaves them out on the balcony for too long, or forgets to bring them inside before the storm that he got a notification for hours ago. He probably feels an oddly heavy guilt when they die or get yellow spots, and decides he'd rather avoid that feeling altogether. Just like a pet, they are pretty and give his home some extra life! But he has a hard enough time taking care of himself

🥘 We know he's... well, an okay cook! It might take him a few hours longer than it should... but he has the money to by extra ingredients for redoing it when it doesn't work out the first time (or two)! Cooking for only one is hard, but relying on takeout and frozen foods gets boring and a little depressing. Plus, its another way to pass the time, at least, and it makes him feel a little proud of himself

✈️ He goes on vacations alone when he's bored and cramped, but it's not usually as much sex and fun as he makes it out to be. He's getting out of town for a reason, to escape his normal everyday life and have a different kind of peace and quiet; and perhaps somewhere the locals won't treat him so stiffly and regard him so highly (and only try to get him in bed like one time instead of all night, every night). Maybe he can have some normal fucking conversation for once, too, that's not about him or the company or business ventures

🥃 Unfortunately we know he drinks a lot. He knows he needs to watch it, but at least he can't get into anything when he's home alone! But maybe it does help to soothe that talkative brain and fill in the lonesome gaps here and there...

💠 Talks to JARVIS a lot. About normal ass things sometimes and not just work related projects. Who else is he going to talk to? Himself? At least JARVIS makes sense most of the time, and sometimes tells a joke or two! Oh, wait, those were meant to be serious, weren't they?

💠 It's a constant struggle between enjoying the solitude and actually wanting some sort of companionship, but that's probably too hard right now. Look what happened to those plants! He'll get around to it later... probably :(

💠 But... isn't this the dream that everyone wants? At least he can walk around, doing as he pleases without being yelled at, or argued with, or nagged… right?

[viky2318]

I think I reached the 10th chapter a few chapters ago, but I'm too lazy to do anything.

It was a cloudy day. The forest was in full bloom, as everyday, and there were a few birds singing from the highest branches of the trees. The sun was high in the sky, slowly moving near to the zenith, and its rays, slightly dimmed by the clouds, gave a more mystical touch to that peaceful world. The moment Muffet appeared in that place, not a single animal bothered to run away. They knew she wasn't an evil soul. Fresh, instead, made a few squirrels and a robin feel uneasy, knowing how unpredictable he was. "Who are we searching for?" the spider asked, not fully aware of how many ears were carefully listening to her voice. The skeleton laid his back on a tree and stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket, then explained: "no need to worry 'bout that, kiddo. She probably will notice our presence very soon. Just think about choosing your words carefully when you'll speak to her". Muffet wasn't sure of what he meant, but his look told her that he wasn't intending to explain much else.

She sat on the base of another tree, moving her gaze to the surroundings. That majestic forest gave off such a pleasant feeling of peace, something she felt only when she was still a very young monster. It was when all the monsters of her timeline lived in the ruins, almost a century ago. She never thought much about that period of her life. It lasted just eight years for her, but they felt the best years of her life. Then, the Dreemurr family decided it was time to move, discovering the rest of the Underground. She remembered living in a small house in the middle of Home. There was a garden nearby, or maybe it was a park. In both cases, she remembered sitting next to a tree like the ones that surrounded her now, and playing simple games with her siblings and other children. Sometimes there was a bunny with a cute blue basque, sometimes a Temmie, sometimes a small group of ghosts. After some time her mother called her inside, usually to eat dinner or lunch if it was afternoon. Back then, there was no hurry. No clients to run behind, or clans to discuss with, or humans to hunt down. The world was small and simple, and she liked that.

After moving to Hotland her world got bigger, and while her sibling found it exciting… She found it scary. It was all new, and inside of the new city they went living in she knew no one but her family. Her old home was small and beautiful, why did they change it? The eight year old Muffet didn't find a good reason for that. Back then, she didn't know that thing called "need of freedom". She always remained next to her mother, the only thing that remained the same, behind the counter of the newly opened bakery. She lost contact with her friends and her siblings went their own ways. She ended up slowly slipping into the adults' world, and in a pretty short time she learned a lot about economy and politics while baking muffins and croissants. She became first her mother's assistant and then, when she became older, the head of her clan. She was always doing something, and her "free time" was time she spent with her head filled with thoughts. "I later have to do this", "tomorrow there is a meeting with them", "I need to go and discuss that". After a few years she got used to that rhythm of life and stopped feeling uneasy with everything. She even had been able to get a pet.

And then, her mother died.

It happened suddenly, almost thirty years after they moved. That day an unexpected earthquake hit the whole Underground. A royal guard brought her a letter that said that her mother's dust had been found under some debris in the bridge between Hotland and Waterfall. Muffet remembered that day as the worst day of her life. If it hadn't been for her siblings, she would have probably fell down. She remembered closing herself in her room and not getting out for days. Her mother had been her only safe spot, her reality, since she was born. Losing her made her feel completely lost. It took her almost three months for her to recover, and after that she completely changed her way to approach life. Having this feeling of instability, of constant mutations around her even when the world wasn't moving, made her develop a more distant personality, with lots of boundaries and cold stares. She felt as if the moment she would get attached to something or someone, she would have lost it. With the time that distance got sweetened, mostly thanks to the frequent reunions between clans and the customers that didn't like to buy stuff from a walking statue. The routine that she learned to live with in the past felt more stressing than before, and she coped with that stress through poisonous irony that became part of her personality. She focused completely on her work to avoid having moments to think about her past. And finally, somehow, her life again found some sort of stability. A stability that lasted more than fifty years. But of course, nothing lasts forever. So one day, while working in the bakery, she literally blinked her eyes and found herself in a white, immense void.

Muffet leaned her head on her knees while looking at a curious mouse walking nearby. That day she remembered being so tense, she couldn't afford annoying people. Like Maddy back then. Man, the random threat she told her was so stupid and violent... and she never apologized! Sure, Maddy was about to call her bad stuff, but now that she knew the cat, she could tell she were trying to cope with her slight sort of anxiety. Yeah, after all that mess she would have apologized.

A new noise, or better say a new silence, snapped her back to the present. That place made her think so much... She noticed how every creature around them was now silent, as if to show respect to someone. Fresh (Muffet almost forgot he was there) smiled widely and got up. "There she is. Remember: don't say dumb things. She knows when you're lying" he said to the spider. She got up as well and finally, the mysterious person appeared. She was a tall goat lady, slightly taller than the original Toriel and with bigger horns. She wore the traditional long violet dress that the character usually wears, but the upper triangle of the Delta Rune was substituted by a Determination soul and the circle by a monster soul. On her hands there were a Kindness and a Perseverance soul, on her shoulders the Bravery and the Integrity ones. On her two long ears there were the Patience and the Justice souls. The black marks on her cheeks and the vertical line on her forehead were a classic sign of a monster (mainly a Dreemurr) who absorbed all the seven human souls. Knowing the character's attitude, she probably got forced or did it in a life-or-death situation. Toriel would have never absorbed the human souls. The goat gave off a feeling of something ancient, with a great wisdom. She walked close to the other two monsters, making her way through the trees, greeted them with a patient smile, turned to Muffet and asked: "Good afternoon young soul. How was your traveling? I hope that Fresh here didn't drag you around the worlds". The skeleton raised a brow as his glasses switched to "C'MON!". "Aw, seriously? Ya know I would never do that!" he said when the lady gave him a look of ironical disapproval. She then turned again to Muffet and said: "I am Raehel, caretaker of this forest. Please, dear, follow me. We'll talk at my house". The lady then guided her and Fresh through the deep forest. She seemed to already know why the two of them were there, and treated the spider like a welcomed guest. Fresh, by the other hand, seemed almost quiet. Was it respect, fear or simple lack of topics to talk about?

In a short while, the three monsters reached a small, cozy house. Raehel's house was exactly identical to the house Toriel has in Undertale, with the only difference being the stairs that usually brought the human to the rest of the Underground that were missing, and the frame on top of the fireplace in the living room which had a photo of seven human children smiling with a grumpy flower, apparently pretending to be pissed off. That same flower, now inside of a big pot near the bookshelf of the living room, huffed annoyedly the moment he saw the two guests coming in. "Oh for God's sake, you really brought HIM here? Out of every iCE CREAM CONE in this cursed world, that fUNKING weirdo?" he exclaimed. The goat lady gave him a stern look and declared: "Asriel Dreemurr, I never taught you to speak in such a rude way. Moderate your language if you don't want to end up grounded". The flower rolled his eyes and took a book from the bookshelf, then started reading it while mumbling something about not being a baby anymore. Raehel turned again to the two other monsters and apologized for Asriel's rudeness, then suggested they sit down. Fresh immediately took a seat and started: “sooo… my buddy here needed a hand finding a guy, and I'm having hard times finding them myself. Can ya help her?”. The goat lady sat next to Muffet, her quiet smile slightly fading. “As I thought. You never bring people here without a reason. Who’s the person you’re searching for, young one?”. For some unknown reason, the spider felt a bit intimidated by her. Maybe it was her calmness combined with her strong power. The few powerful but calm creatures she met were also uncontrollable beasts once they lost their cool… “uh, they’re a human. A gray adult human called Sam. they’re kind of a chilled guy, with short hair and small eyes, sometimes they have some sort of floating keyboard, and… Sorry, I seriously don’t have much else to say. They don't have many recognizable traits…” she explained.

Despite what Muffet thought, Raehel seemed to have a clear idea of who this person was, as her expression got more and more serious. She looked at the skeleton for a moment, then turned to the spider once again. “My dear… and why do you want to meet them?” the goat lady asked, her tone of voice being more dry. Muffet finally understood what Fresh meant when he said to be careful with words. The lady clearly knew Sam, and didn’t have a good opinion on them. This didn’t discourage her though. She knew what she wanted. “I know they might not be a wonderful person, but I need to speak with them. I have to clear out a few things, and I want to make sure they won’t bother my friends anymore” Muffet explained. It wasn't the full truth, but it wasn't a lie either. Raehel observed her with that careful look of hers, the one of someone who saw millions of faces and can read all of them like mere books. The spider felt her gaze on her in the same way she would feel a dagger in her chest. After what seemed an eternity, the old lady closed her eyes and huffed, while some sort of dreadful feeling climbed on the spider's shoulders. "You spoke with their father figure, didn't you?" she started. She opened her eyes again as a small wrinkle of worry appeared on her forehead. Her gaze now fell on Asriel, who clearly wasn't reading the book he was holding in front of his eyes. "Yes, it is obvious. You got used by that horrible being as a tool for destruction, and the old man is again trying to do something. But the Void twisted his mind, and shattered it. Part of him wants to save the human from their own destiny, and part wants to see them dead. You met only his good side, and that one is sadly the one that sees the least". Raehel then looked at Muffet again with a mix of severity and concern. "You got sent to a suicidal mission by a person who's blinded by his own feelings and by himself. You left your friends alone to pursue a cause that isn't even yours, and that you embraced only because of your kind heart and tired mind. It is not my duty to stop you, but… please, young soul, reflect. Reflect on your actions and on what makes you do this".

Muffet was… confused. Aside from the fact that this lady apparently understood everything that led the spider there by simply looking at her in the eyes. A few minutes before she was sure of what she was doing. Now she noticed how much impulsively she acted. She was searching for a solution, the Smiling Man put an idea in front of her, and she held onto it as hard as she could. Why the hell did she act like that? It wasn't like her. She would have thought more and made a wiser decision.This didn't mean she was about to turn around and go home. She still wanted to speak with Sam, at least to make sure they wouldn't bother anyone anymore, but there wasn't anymore that feeling that made her go ahead, that will to finish what she started no matter what. And if it was there, it was nothing confronted to what was before.

A voice from behind her spoke. It was the flower. "Sounds like you lost your confidence, huh? Do you need a new good reason to go ahead?" he said. Muffet looked at him and understood he wanted something. You could read on his face the superiority he felt, as if he had something no one else had and that everyone was craving for. "Speak up then, Asriel. What are you suggesting?" the spider questioned him. He glared at her and huffed. "first thing: I'm Flowey. only mom can call me that. and my siblings. no one else. second: you bring me with you to that mothe- I mean, that annoying human" he corrected himself when he met Raehel's severe stare. Muffet remained a bit perplexed by his words, so she asked: "why would you want to come?". Flowey broke eye contact and furrowed his nonexistent brows. "I got my reasons, duh! I wanna kick them in the face. make this be enough for you!" he exclaimed. She turned to the goat lady once again, trying to understand something from her look. The woman was still concerned, but now it was also for the flower. Something must have happened between this family and Sam, and it surely wasn't something positive... Raehel and Flowey looked at each other for a few seconds, their looks talking more than words. Then, the old lady closed her eyes and sighed. "Alright, you can go. But only if our guest is ok with it" she finally declared. She then laid her gaze on Muffet, waiting for an opinion. The spider looked at the flower, then at Fresh (who was still there listening to everything), then again at Raehel. "I don't think it's a problem as long as it's just him" she confirmed. Flowey smiled widely with some sort of firm light in his eyes, almost challenging the spider to say otherwise, and in this Muffet saw a bit of Maddy in him. The old lady stood up and stated: "it is then decided: you will keep going with your task, and you'll bring Asriel with you". She clearly wasn't enthusiastic about all this, as she said those last words with a surrendered, slightly fake smile. Finally, Fresh spoke again. "Yanno, maybe it's better if you rest a bit before going on your trip. I can see some huge bags under your eyes" he said. Truth to be told, Muffet didn't feel tired nor did she have such terrible dark circles on her eyes, but decided to accept his suggestion. The spider then understood he did it only to calm down Raehel, as she clearly heard the goat lady sighing in relief. She guided Muffet to a guest room (the one where usually Frisk slept in the original universe) and told them that she was always in time to change her mind. Muffet thanked her and Raehel closed the door, leaving her to her own thoughts.

She sat on the bed, which was bigger than how it looked, and stretched her multiple pairs of arms. only now she noticed how rigid she was... She thought again at the conversation she just had, and at what she would have done once she found that goddamn human. The idea of 'converting them' wasn't anymore a realistic idea, but she could still try to limitate them. She remembered how Grillby told her practically the same thing Raehel did, but for some reason she didn't listen to him. why was she noticing only now how much dumb she acted in the past?! In her head, the fight she had with the flame man came back. She insulted him, and shouted at him, and got mad at him, and the only thing he was guilty of was being too worried about everything to actually do something. She really acted like a jerk. and then, in that last second where she was at Sam's house, when she saw Maddy almost jumping in the room... The spider had her terrified eyes of them impressed in her brain. She always saw Maddy as the tough one in the group, the one who fixed problems by throwing a few punches here and there. the one who made sure Grillby didn't lose himself in thought in the middle of a mission, trying to elaborate the best plan. the one who first acted and then asked. Already seeing her terrified of herself after the Underswap mission killed Muffet inside, but that concerned expression she had in that moment, that despair... It really destroyed her. How stupid of her! Why did she act like that? Why did she mistreat her friends like that? The spider laid her back against the soft mattress of the bed, annoyed by herself. That timeline was making her think so much... Without even noticing it, Muffet slid into a deep slumber. For once, she dreamt nothing.

... that damn skeleton. he did it on purpose, didn't he?

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Summary: The beginning of your own story might be worth writing down someday as well.

Rating/Tags: All (Post-Hobbit; pre-Fellowship of the Ring; The Green Dragon; Drinking; Alcohol; Server!Reader; family problems; inheritance problems; meet cute)

Challenge: “160 Collective Drabbles” challenge by BobaPop on Lunaescence Archives.

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Any Hobbit worth their salt could recite upon command any number of stories about far-off lands and daring adventures. Children might shudder in their beds thinking of shadowy forests filled with creeping spiders; even adults could blanch over news of wolves spotted near Buckland. But that was all such tales were in the end: Distant news and exciting fiction, meant to entertain and never to touch its listeners. Nothing could ever really involve the Shire. The people of Hobbiton were free to continue their vicarious quests–until one day such a quest did involve the Shire.

“I already told you, Otho, I don’t have a mountain of gold hidden away to give to you. I’m certain that if I did, there would be nothing left after I was forced to buy back my home and all my possessions.”

You looked up from your work behind the counter to see one Bilbo Baggins sitting at a table across the room. He had a mug of ale clutched in one hand and a look of polite distaste on his face. 

Upon recognizing his drinking companions, you couldn’t say you blamed him for looking like that. Otho and Lobelia Sackville-Baggins were not your favorite customers when they were minding their own business. Throw in harassing other patrons, and you couldn’t help but shoot them an ugly look of your own behind their backs.

Normally, you would have tried to throw them out. Now that you were in serious competition with your younger brother over the inheritance of the inn, however, you decided it would be better not to make a scene. "A patron is a patron, so long as they’ve got gold to spend," as your father had reminded you since you’d started working at the Green Dragon in your tweens. Apparently your brother had no trouble remembering this, though you suspected his good memory was because he didn’t spend much of his time on the clock doing any work, not because he lacked any hint of your admirable temper.

“[Name], quit lollygagging. Table Eight wanted supper fifteen minutes ago,” your father called over the usual evening hubbub. 

His watchful eye prevented you from eavesdropping further on Bilbo and his guests, so you flashed your haggard father a grin, picked up a waiting tray of food, and dove back into the throng.

The Green Dragon had been owned by your family since it had been built several generations ago. Sometimes you got the feeling your father would have gladly given up five square meals a day to be rid of the responsibility of running the place. Not so you. Working at the inn made you come alive more than any other place in the whole of the Shire. You had been hanging around it since you were old enough to follow your father to work as a youth and working there since you were bold enough to convince him to give you a job. By necessity, you knew every nook and cranny, every regular’s name, and every story ever told by the grand stone fireplace.

Except, that was, for Bilbo’s story. Even knowing that the mere sight of Otho and Lobelia would anger you, you sneaked another peek over at their table as you set the food down on another surrounded by ravenous tweens. Sure enough, the trio was still there. Bilbo’s polite façade appeared to be fading quickly as he listened to the two of them rant.

“[Name],” whined one of the tween boys, “you’re in the way.”

You hastily removed your hand before any of them could mistake it for part of their meal. Your constantly-hungry youth wasn’t so far behind you that you had forgotten what it felt like.

“Make sure to pay before you leave this time. Don’t want me to have to talk to your parents again, do you?” you asked.

None of them replied. 

With a deep breath and a roll of your eyes, you turned away. Before you lay a buzzing dining hall. Hobbits laughed and ate and drank in seemingly every inch of the building. It warmed your heart to see so many happy people enjoying your family’s business. All except for Bilbo, of course, who had dismissed faking politeness entirely and now stared grumpily into the space about his relatives’ heads as they prattled on about whatever it was they had a bone to pick about that night.

Before you could even attempt to interrupt the conversation, your father caught your eye and motioned impatiently at the growing assortment of food and drink waiting to be delivered. You picked your way toward him, progress hindered by the many customers that stopped you to say hello. The conversation at Bilbo’s table had grown quite lively by the time you arrived at the bar to pick up another order.

Truth be told, Bilbo’s fascinating disappearance and reappearance were not the only things about him that kept you looking at him. Neither were his rumored riches; you planned to take over the Dragon and raise your own small fortune, after all. Bilbo had, in fact, always interested you. He had had his own schedule before he’d left the Shire, coming in once a week to drink and listen to the same old stories you did day after day. Always polite, that Bilbo, if admittedly not forcibly friendly like most of the others. You had never had to throw him out for poor behavior, at any rate.

That night was the first night he’d been back to the inn after all his time away. You’d been dying to talk to him since the minute you saw him walk through the door. Between your job and the Sackville-Bagginses, you hadn’t had a chance.

Then an idea occurred to you–a wonderful, terrible, perfect idea. Before any of your fellow workers could guess that you were up to something, you filled your tray with the waiting glasses of ale. Your plan might not have had the best timing, considering the dinner rush and how flustered your father had already become, but he would have to do without you. You were only one Hobbit, and if your father truly believed passing the Green Dragon onto your brother (who was, as usual, suspiciously absent that evening), then what good was your working your fingers to the bone to please customers?

You turned and marched purposely toward the table at which Bilbo, Lobelia, and Otho sat. As you drew nearer, you could understand why Bilbo looked as pained as he did.

“As far as I’m concerned, you forfeited your right to Bag End when you left without saying a word and without electing an heir. The hole is ours,” Otho was saying.

“Is it,” said Bilbo.

Lobelia gave him a very nasty, almost un-hobbotish sneer. “You clearly aren’t right in the head anymore. Dragons? Dwarves? Why don’t you just admit you got into some messy business with that Gandalf fellow and step aside for Otho to be head of the family?”

“Difficult to do when I’m not at all mad, my dear Lobelia. For why should you think I had gold to spare if I never had my grand adventure?”

“You’re a fool,” she said, “a fool and perhaps even a criminal. We could go over your head, Bilbo. Mark my words.”

“Consider them marked. Now if you’ll excuse me…”

“We aren’t done here,” Otho growled, getting up to follow Bilbo away from the table.

Oh, yes you are, you thought. 

Just as Otho reached over to pull Bilbo back into his seat, you arrived along with half the dining hall’s drinks. Otho standing up actually provided you with the perfect opportunity. All you had to do was angle your feet just right, and–

Lobelia’s scream told you that you had succeeded. Your staged trip and fall managed to tip all the ale on your tray so that it spilled over the Sackville-Baggginses heads. There they sat, dripping in abject shock, as Bilbo stood staring on in astonishment.

“Oh no!” you squealed dramatically. “Did I do that? I’m ever so sorry. I’m such a klutz!”

With a lurch toward Lobelia, you made to press a towel to her sopping hair. She flinched away before turning the full brunt of her wrath on you.

“You-You-You,” she said. Apparently, your act had rendered her unable to form complete sentences. 

This unforeseen bonus didn’t last long; before you could so much as attempt to offer a fake apology, Otho got in your face: “I’ll have your job for this, girl,” he said, and any desire to apologize, falsely or otherwise, vanished. 

You hooked a thumb over your shoulder toward where you’d last seen your father running around like a chicken with his head cut off. “Boss is that way.”

The two left without more than several glares in your direction. You watched only long enough to see your father shoot you a knowing, aggrieved sort of look when the Sackville-Bagginses approached him. 

Shrugging, you turned away. Well, it was difficult to feel sorry for him. If he really wanted a supper rush without incident, he really ought to have forced your brother to show up for his shifts every once and awhile, especially if you were expected to give up your inheritance without a fight.

All the same, you knew better than to leave a mess behind. You began to pick up the (thankfully unbroken) glasses littering the table and were almost finished by the time Bilbo spoke:

“Thank you.”

You had assumed he had taken the opportunity to escape your inn entirely, actually. His voice surprised you, and even more so that he was standing exactly where you’d left him. 

“You don’t need to thank me for being clumsy,” you answered, then smiled mischievously at his blank expression. “It looked like you could use a rescue. Those two shouldn’t bother you again tonight.”

“Thank you,” he said with more feeling.

“It’s your first time back since your adventure. Wouldn’t want you spooked off forever.”

Much to your confusion, Bilbo hesitated before he replied. His eyes slid toward the door and back to you, and then he took a wide step backward. “Right,” he said. “All the same, I think I had better get going.”

As you looked on, he began to shuffle toward the front door. You realized with a jolt exactly what he thought: Bilbo believed you, too, were after his gold. He didn’t exactly look less nervous when you followed after him either.

“That’s a shame,” you said. “I really was hoping to hear your story.”

That got him to pause. “You…were?”

“Sure. Dwarves and dragons and spiders and elves. Sounds better than half of the stories the rest of them have been telling all week. I'm getting a little tired of the time the creek froze over and let the wolves in, personally. ”

“Mine is a rather exciting tale,” Bilbo confessed, then seemed to decide you weren’t so frightening that he couldn’t size you up. “And you are?” 

“[Name]. My dad owns the place.”

At that, a look of slight disappointment crossed his face. You didn’t understand it, not until he went on: “Then I suppose you wouldn’t be able to join me at my hole for a cup of coffee and a chat? I find myself wanting a quieter atmosphere, but I could do with some company still.”

The words no, not tonight were right on your lips. You couldn’t just abandon the inn, or your father for that matter. 

But on second thought, why couldn’t you? Really, your brother ought to have been there by now to take over, and there were other servers, too, picking their slow ways from table to table. Besides, when was the last time you’d been given time off, or even a break for that matter?

“You know what?” you said. “I’d love to.”

“Delightful!” cried Bilbo, and he held out his arm. 

It took you less than half a second to place your tray on top of one of the other server’s trays as she passed by. She gave you a wild-eyed, panicked looked, but you did not explain. 

You’d hear all about your lack of responsibility in the morning once your father discovered you had slipped away. For the time being, you were just like any other Hobbit. Who cared about work, the inheritance, or the inn when there was such a fine story to hear and such a fine Hobbit to tell it? Even as you thought about the lecture you were in for, you couldn't find yourself regretting your decision. 

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🖤 Platonic!Yandere c!Bench Trio x (gn)reader🖤

First request!!!! (Person that requested: canoe) Hope ya'll enjoy!

TW: cursing, obsessive behavior, KniFeS

(Sorry its so long and a little cringy lmao)

        You stared out the window of your house at the loveliness outside. It was a perfect day: the sun was shinning, the birds were chirping, there was a slight breeze in the air, the temperature was just right... everything was perfect. You breathed a sigh of content as you continued to read your book. There was a few moments of sweet silence before you heard a knock at the door. You sat up immediately and looked over in the direction of the door. At first you thought you were hearing things since you hadn't been in contact with anyone in over three months, when you heard it again; this time more heavy and forceful. You stood up slowly and walked over to the door. You were hesitant to open it but you knew you had to, so you did. Thankfully when you opened it, you were greeted by three friendly faces, all of which you knew well. 

One of them had two tiny, brown stubs on his head along with cute fluffy brown goat ears and a small fluffy goat tail. He wore a small, brown leather jacket with navy blue jeans. You knew this one to be Tubbo.

The second one had messy blonde hair and wore a dirtied, ripped up white and red shirt with a green bandana around his neck. His baby blue eyes lit up at the sight of you when you recognized him as Tommy.

The third one was the easiest to recognize. With his black-and-white face as well as his one green eye and one red eye and a lovely tuxedo, you recognized him as Ranboo. 

"Hey, guys," you began, "what are you doing-"

"Y/n! Y/n! It's so good to see you again!!! I feel like its been months -no- years since we last saw you!! How are you? Does anyone live here with you? Do you have any pets? Oh! Do you wanna walk to L'Manberg with us???!!" The teen bombarded you with questions not even giving you a chance to finish your last sentence. Ranboo glared at Tommy and elbowed him in the shoulder after realizing his rudeness. Tommy grunted and elbowed him back. 

"Uhhh.... how did you guys find me here?" you asked. "I told you guys that I was going to move away from everyone a couple of months ago, but I never told you where. In fact I never told anyone where. So... how did you find me?" The three boys were silent for a few seconds.

You looked at each one's expression: Ranboo was looking out into the forest obviously lost in thought, giving Tommy glances every now and then, Tommy was staring straight into your soul with those big blue eyes of his, almost too excited to see you again, and Tubbo was.... staring at you as well... but it wasn't like Tommy's stare. It was cold with hardly any emotion in it at all. One would think that this wasn't Tubbo at all since he never acted this way, especially around you. But you could recall a few weeks before you left to move elsewhere you remembered him acting this way around you. Although you never figured out why.

Ranboo was the first to respond. 

"Well... we uh.... we wanted to make sure you were safe so we.... uh....." Ranboo blushed as he was talking and wouldn't look you in the eyes at all.... Tommy was overreacting with seeing you again.... what was going on here? 

"Well, Y/n, you see like Ranboo was saying we wanted to make sure you were safe so we followed you that one day when you left and... no, wait.... Tubbo, what happened exactly?" Tommy's words all seemed to come out at one time, jumbled up and stuttery, and that accent didn't help in the least. 

Tubbo slowly looked over at Tommy then back at you again. His voice had this odd tint to it that you had never heard before... it was like you could tell he wanted something just by the way he talked... it was very odd. "We felt like you didn't have enough protection, so I had Ranboo follow you to this spot the day you left. It was just a precaution, but you seem fine now." You scoffed in surprise.

"You had Ranboo follow me? Do you know how wrong that sounds?" 

"It was just a precaution!! Please forgive me!!" pleaded Ranboo. You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever," you said. "I always thought you boys were weird." 

Silence for a few more seconds.

"Hey, Y/n, wanna walk to L'Manberg with us?" Tommy asked again. You lifted an eyebrow.

"Why?" you asked. 

"Just so we can show you what L'Manberg looks like since it got rebuilt. I think you'll be impressed." said Tubbo. You eyed each of the boys in turn, giving them a suspicious glare. You did not like Tubbo's expression.

"I'll... grab my coat," you said.

*Time Skip*

        You were walking along the Prime Path and into L'Manberg, each sight more stunning then the last. All you remembered of L'Manberg was a crater, but now it was so much more after it had gotten rebuilt. Tubbo was right about you being impressed.

Tommy walked up to you as you continued walking. 

"So, Y/n, what do you think? Like the place?" he asked. You nodded.

"I love it, Tommy. It's so much better then what it was before. I'm so glad it got rebuilt, and so fast too." Tommy smiled and nodded enthusiastically. 

"Ya, I know right. This bitch of a place was built back so fast that even I couldn't believe it. Also, Tubbo was thinking about bringing you to his and Ranboo's house in Snowchester. What do you say?" you looked at Tommy in shock. Already? But you just got here! And you wanted to look around more at this new and improved L'Manberg. Couldn't he just wait?

You were about to respond to Tommy when you were greeted by a friendly voice.

"Y/n? Is that really you? I can't believe you're back!" you looked a little ways down the Prime Path and saw your old friend Purpled walking up to you. You smiled and greeted him.

"Purpled!! It's so good to see you again! How have you been?" you asked. He walked over to you and hugged you tightly. You giggled as he let go.

"I've been just fine!" he replied. "The question is how have you been? I haven't seen you in months. Where were you?"

"Well, after-"

"Hey, Y/n, we have to go. Maybe you could talk to your... friend later. But we have to leave." Tommy interrupted you grabbing your wrist and pulling you in the opposite direction of Purpled. You were so occupied visiting with Purpled that you failed to notice the three boys. It kind of scared you the way they all looked at Purpled, eyeing him up and down and giving him death glares. What was going on with these them?

"Tommy, what the fuck are you doing? I was-"

"Now." Tommy's new tone startled you and made you stop immediately. You obediently followed Tommy towards the other two boys as his grip on your wrist grew tighter. Before you approached Tubbo, he whispered something into Ranboo's ear making the Enderman hybrid nod. Ranboo then walked with you and Tommy as Tubbo started to walk towards Purpled. You turned around to face Tubbo, when your heart stopped as you saw a dagger behind his back. 

"Tubbo, what the fuck are you doing?!" you asked, fear lacing your voice. Purpled held a confused look as Tubbo looked over at you and smirked. 

"Taking care of unfinished business." he replied. He continued to walk towards Purpled, holding the knife behind his back all along the way. You tried to break free of Tommy's vine like grasp to help Purpled when Ranboo grabbed your other arm. You looked at them both in shock.

"What the fuck are you boys doing?!! What's gotten into you??!!!" you looked over at Purpled again and noticed Tubbo was alarmingly closer to him, Purpled not even knowing about the knife. "Purpled!!! Purpled, look out he's got a-" 

Before you could yell out the word 'knife' you felt a sharp pain in the back of your head and everything turned black.

~

You awoke to a terrible headache and a hurt, most likely bruised, wrist. It hurt to much to open your eyes so you just lay there for a while thinking about the terrible dream you just had. It felt so real, especially the head injury part. And the fact that you had a headache right now.... wait a second. 

You ignored the pain and quickly opened your eyes, and what you saw took the breath away from you.

You were laying down on the top of a bed that looked similar to the one you had back at home (except it was way nicer and more comfortable) with (f/c) pillows that matched the silky sheets. The room you were in was definitely not your room however, in fact it looked nothing like it. On the left side of one of the walls was a medium sized window (conveniently locked) that held the view of a snowy looking biome, definitely not like the forest you lived in. Thankfully, in the corner of the room was a door; you could only pray for it to be unlocked.

You jumped out of the bed and ran over to the door, only for your left leg to be pulled from underneath you causing you to yelp and fall flat on your face. You quickly recovered from the shock and looked down at your leg to find a long metal chain attached from it to the bed. You tried to pull it off from you, but no matter what you tried it wouldn't budge. 

Before you could try anything else, the door opened and in walked three boys you knew all to well. Tommy was the first to speak his concern.

"Y/n! Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself??? It sounded like you took a nasty fall from where I heard." You looked at each boy in turn and studied their facial expressions: Tommy's face held one of concern as he looked down at your chained leg. Ranboo looked less concerned as he jotted down some unknown things in a book he was holding titled "Do not read." Tubbo's face held a sick expression as he looked down at you, smirking. 

You looked at your leg, the window, the boys, and the lock on the door that you failed to notice before. Tears started to form as the terrible truth began to come to you.

"Why am I here?" you asked, your voice faltering. You asked the question even though you knew what the answer was already. Tubbo was the first to respond this time.

"You're here because this is the best place we can protect you. A place far away from anyone that could possibly notice you missing," he said as he looked over at Ranboo. Ranboo stopped writing and looked down at you. 

"Tubbo's right," he said. "We need to protect you from the terrible things that are out there. We love you, Y/n. This is for the best, trust us on that." a few sobs escaped your mouth.

"And Purpled?" you asked. Tubbo smiled.

"Taken care of, darling."~

WOW that was so fun to write ahhhhhhh. I wrote half of this in the middle of the night lol. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE I LOVE YANDERE BENCH TRIO LETS GOOOOOOOOO 

Word count: 1,964

(copied this from my quotev account btw :)

[pixla]

hi hon! i adore your writing and i have a request for tommy: so you know that scene in the caves when alice breaks her leg and cindy has to like put the bone back into place? could that be with tommy x gn! reader instead? and both of them have a really really cute moment where the reader confesses how they never felt alive until they met and started dating tommy? they both survive and flashforward with fluffy smut pls?

Special thanks to the j-st-patricks-day and all my friends who helped with the process of writing this fic <3

broken bones and beating hearts

Tommy slater x nb!reader

Warnings: swearing, graphic descriptions of murder, graphic descriptions of injury (eg. Broken bones and stabbings/cuts), Possessed!Cindy, alice dies, Arnie dies, vomiting, fluff, pet-names, knocking out teeth, sex, unprotected sex, this au doesn’t fit with any of the other films (feel free to tell me if there’s any others)

Word count: 3.2k

POVC= point of view change

Tommy gripped your wrists pulling you out through the narrow cavern as it collapsed only seconds later. “Fuck!” You tucked your legs close to your body, trying to shake the feeling of Cindy's grip around your ankles. “What the fuck is happening?” You looked up as Tommy still held you close, you both too scared to move from the previous near death experience.

Everything was normal. You had all just ran out into the woods, you and Alice teasing Cindy about some stupid witchcraft book she had found in nurse lane’s office. But then Cindy decided to slash Alice and Arnie’s guts open with a machete.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck!” You cried, bawling your hands into fists, wandering down what felt like endless hallways. You both soon realised that you had been going in a circle. It didn’t make any sense, it felt like another dimension or a mirror maze, where everything looked the same, maybe even was the same. “Y/N.” You turned your head to face tommy. “What?” He looked at you confused. “I didn’t say anything.”

You were going to shake it off as you just imagining it, but then you heard it again. “Y/N!” This time you knew it wasn’t Tommy, it was a woman. “Hello?!” You yelled out, hoping that someone had finally come to your rescue, but Tommy just continued to look at you like you were crazy.

You strayed from Tommy’s side following as the voice repeated your name. “Where are you going?” Tommy yelled after you as you wandered, not bothering to pay any attention to his questions.

You followed the voice, bending through the same corridors and hallways, not knowing where you’d end up. It was when you twisted round one corner you halted in your steps. It was a huge room, far larger than any of the ones you had previously found. But the greatest way it stood out was the mass in the centre of the room.

It was dark and fleshy, like clumps of meat thrown into a pile. You gasped as you stood closer gaining a better look at the thing. It was alive. It rose up and down almost like it was breathing and it thumped like a beating heart. With each whisper of your name you grew closer, drawn to it. You reached your hand out transfixed, but when your hand melted into its flesh, you froze.

It all flashed through your brain so fast. Cyrus Miller, ruby lane, billy baker…Cindy Berman. It was every single one of those shadyside phycos, even Cindy. It was all of the pain, all of the suffering and all of the evil. You lifted your hand, a thick slime dragging with. You backed up slowly, expecting to hit a wall. You were soon proved wrong when you felt your body fly backwards.

You cried out as you landed with a thud, Tommy finally catching up to you, peering over to find you clutching your leg in pain. “Shit, are you okay?!”

He had jumped down helping to lift you from the pit. You sobbed, tears running down your cheeks like a broken faucet, your hands clutching at His shirt. Tommy held you running his finger gently through your hair, shushing you softly as you buried yourself into his warmth.

Tommy gently slipped from your hold, leaning down to examine the damage. It was bad. So bad, you could practically see the bone protruding from the skin. You felt your gut wrench at the sight causing you to lean over beside you, regurgitating your dinner onto the cold cave floor. “Don’t look, okay? Just look at me.” Tommy leant over wiping your mouth with his jacket. You nodded slowly, trying your best to keep your eyes locked with Tommy’s despite how hard your morbid curiosity urged you to look down. Ripping his plaid jacket into strips he looked up at you. “We’re gonna get out of here. You’re gonna get out of here. No matter what I do, I’m gonna make sure I protect you, just like I always have.”

“I love you so much Tommy. I’ve never and never will love someone the way I do you.” You lean into him pressing your foreheads together. “I can’t lose you, okay?” He nods sympathetically, pressing a light kiss to the slope of your nose.

“Do you remember those dates we’d go on, out to the forest at night, and we’d just lay there, staring up through the cracks in the trees?” You nod. “I want you to think about that, okay? I want you to think about how many more we’ll go on once we get out of here.”

You hold a tight grip on his arm as he wipes away at the area. “I’m gonna have to put it back into place now.”

You pleaded with him, as the tears started again. “Please, no. Please just leave me here. Just go and find help okay? I can’t do it Tommy, I can’t do it”

“Hey, hey, hey. C’mon, look at me.” He places his hand on your cheek, tilting your head to look him in the eye. “You're gonna be fine, okay? You just gotta focus right now.” You nod timidly, the tears starting to slow.

He holds the bottom of your calf with one hand and your heel with the other. “Just count to three and I’m gonna do it, okay baby?” He looks up at you, his soft words lulling your anxiety. You bite your knuckle nervously, unsure as to how you should answer, but the look of trust in his eyes persuades you easily. “Okay.”

You breathe in. “One, two-” You let out a blood curdling scream as a large crack rung out, bouncing against the walls of the cave. Your fist gripped Tommy’s forearm tightly as you cried out a series of various curses. “You fucking asshole.” You whine out in pain, letting out an airy laugh trying to brighten your rather dull circumstances.

“You're okay baby.” You wince as he wraps the piece of fabric he had ripped from his jacket around your leg, tying it tight enough to hold you together for the moment. You grabbed Tommy’s shoulder as he wrapped his arm around your waist lifting you from the ground. You hiss as you feel your leg throb from the sudden movement. “Do you think you’re able to stand?” Tommy watches as you wobble trying to stay grounded. You nod. “Yeah.” You had no choice and you both knew it, if you wanted to live, you’d have to.

You both started your journey, finally entering a new environment as you trudged deeper into the earth of Shadyside. Why did these tunnels even exist? The intricate details of the maze made it easy to come to the conclusion that they were man made, but by who? Not once had you ever heard of these tunnels, and by the looks of it, nobody else had either, despite nurse Lane of course.

“Be careful.” Tommy tightened his grip around you. “You might slip.”

“Okay.” You mumble, too exhausted to form a real answer. You looked around at the walls, floor and ceiling. The further the two of you walked, the denser this moss became. You felt a wave of familiarity but you couldn’t quite place it. Red moss…red moss! It hit you, Cindy! Her red stained shirt, she said it was from the moss in the outhouses. “Tommy! It’s the fucking outhouses! We fucking made it!” You would probably be jumping up and down with joy right now if it wasn’t for your broken leg.

You look up, spotting the out house toilet openings. Wow, real nice, you’re both sitting in Sunnyvale shit and piss right now. “Yeah, but how are we supposed to get out?” Tommy sighs looking up at the roughly 15 foot climb. “You can’t climb that.”

You look at him. “Yeah, but you might.”

“No. I’m sorry but no, I’m not leaving you down here, especially when there’s Cindy running around up there trying to kill us. C’mon let’s go, if we’re at the outhouses, we must be near to camp.” He directs you along but before you can both carry on your interrupted. “Did you hear that?!”

“No I-“

“Shush.” You both stayed quiet listening as to what caught your attention. It’s screaming. Someone is screaming from the outhouses. “Hey! Help! Please, we’re stuck down here!” You yell trying to get the attention of the voices.

The space grows quiet as the screaming halts, the both of you waiting nervously for any indication of life when a head pops out from one of the seat holes. “What the fuck are you guys doing in the toilets?!”

It was ziggy, Cindy's sister. “Ziggy..” you wonder if it’s right to tell her what’s happened to her sister but you decide against it, not wanting to put the girl in such an emotionally vulnerable state whilst she’s already physically. “Gary’s up here too!” She yells down as Gary’s head pops out another toilet hole. “Hey!” He yells, surprisingly light heartedly considering there’s a murderer running around camp butchering little kids with a fucking machete. “Can you get us out of this fucking toilet or not?!”

Gary had managed to make some sort of bucket contraption with some rope. “It’s just like You’re Gothel climbing up Rapunzel's hair, okay?!” He yelled down, lowering it down to you.

You're about to slip onto the contraption when you hear Ziggy's unfortunately very familiar screams, and before you know it Gary’s decapitated body lies beside you on the floor. You and Tommy let out an in sync gasp, him pulling you away into his chest, as to protect you from the image. “We’re gonna have to find another way out.”

You think to yourself. Alice…she had shown you something whilst you were robbing nurse lanes office with Arnie. “I know how.” You pull out the book that started this whole thing.

“Baby, I don’t get how that book is gonna help us, let’s be honest it’s some random witches and wizards bullshit written how many hundreds of years ago?”

“No, tommy.” You turn the book to him parting the pages. “It’s a map.” You rest the book on the floor, the two of you leaning over it. “It's a map of camp, you see over here, these x’s are the graves we found. And over here, that’s where we entered.” You point your finger on the page. “Here, there’s another exit. Mess hall.”

His eyes lighten. “Jesus, fuck! You’re so smart!” He pulls you in for a kiss.

—-

You sat, your back arched over as you watched Tommy laid on his back kicking open the vent that led to the mess hall when another scream rang out. You instantly knew that it was ziggy, far too acquainted with the tone of her screams.

“Tommy!” With one final kick the vent flew open, Tommy hauling himself through in a split second. “Don’t move, stay here! I’m gonna go help Ziggy.”

Tommy always cared so much for the kids at camp, you honestly weren’t surprised that he was willing to risk his life for one of them.

—povc—

Tommy barged through the doors of the mess hall, an all too familiar song ringing through the speakers, the noise made his head thump as it blared.

Tommy followed the screams, grabbing a mallet that lied on a nearby counter. Cindy stood beating at a supply closet door as ziggy screamed from within. Tommy pulled cindy's shoulder for her to face him as he swung the mallet into her jaw. Cindy tumbled to the ground as she spat a mouthful of blood and teeth onto the floor. Tommy hesitated holding the mallet in his hand, ready to strike Cindy. But before he could come to any decision Cindy grabbed her machete from the ground slicing at Tommy’s thigh.

Tommy dropped to the floor, his mallet sliding across the freshly mopped floor tiles, Cindy rising to her feet, towering over Tommy. Overpowered, he crawled backwards digging the heels of his hands into the cold tile floor. He was braced for impact when Cindy stopped turning around.

—povc—

You lunged at her digging the knife you found into her back, pulling it out as she turned to face you, plunging it into her chest over and over until she hit the floor unresponsive. You fell. You had finally reached your limit. Your leg was broken for fucks sake and you just murdered Cindy. Pure-hearted, hard working Cindy Berman. You plunged your knife deep into her chest until you split it down the middle. You dragged your body over to Tommy’s wrapping your arms around him, wetting his shirt as you became inconsolable. He held his hand at the back of your neck placing soft kisses onto the top of your head. “It’s okay baby, it’s okay. She’s dead now, we’re gonna be okay.”

You heard as ziggy opened the closet door, dropping to her knees at the sight of her sister dead on the floor. The red headed girl pulled her sister's body over to face her, wrapping her arms around Cindy crying into her cold lifeless body. You crawled over to the girl pulling her away from her sister's touch into yours. “I’m sorry.” You whispered.

The three of you struggled as you heard the last bell ring signalling that the bus would be leaving. Ziggy yelled out as the bus doors began to close. The wheels began to roll forwards but before it could depart a boy budged the doors open, calling out to her. “Ziggy!” You released your grip from the girl's side as she ran to him, embracing him. You rested your head on Tommy’s shoulder at the sight of the two. “I hope she’ll be okay.”

The two of you had found a place on the bus as Ziggy sat with you fellow councillor Nick goode. Finally being able to breathe, you rest your head on Tommy’s shoulder. “I’m so glad you're okay.” You look up at him smiling at his words. “Maybe you're the one who really needs protecting, without me you’d be dead meat.” You press your lips together, smiling softly into the kiss. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you.”

Your eyes wandered to the window watching as the camp nightwing sign slowly floated away out of sight. Finally it was over.

———

After the accident medics treated and hospitalised many of the camp nightwing campers and counselors such as you and Tommy. Your leg was thankfully saved. They said if not for Tommy it probably would have had to be amputated due to infection.

It was two months since that night, you still had to use crutches but besides that, you made a speedy recovery alongside tommy. Although he was in a much less critical condition than you and was discharged within a few days, he still spent every night in the hospital with you.

You laid beside Tommy his leg slotted between yours as the velvet underground played softly in the background. You run your fingers through his hair slowly as he whines quietly into your chest. It finally felt like the first time since that day that you both could finally relax.

You pulled away from his touch leaning over him, kissing his lips softly. “You look so pretty.” You hum. He smiles into the kiss. “Not as much as you, baby.”

You lifted yourself straddling Tommy’s hips, deepening the kiss as your hands ran down playing with the hem of his shirt, travelling underneath. He pulls away, his hand rubbing your thigh. “Are you sure? I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“I’m okay.” You reassure him, pressing soft kisses along his collarbone. You removed your shirt as Tommy’s hands floated up to your waist.

“God, you're so beautiful.” He mumbles, kissing up your chest slowly as you take off your pyjama shorts, throwing them to the floor.

You lean down unbuttoning Tommy’s jeans, taking him in your hand. Tommy twitches at the contact as you align himself to you. You lower yourself onto him slowly as his hands hold a firm grip on your lower back. Tommy lays his head back, his hips thrusting up into you.

You shiver as you lift yourself up and down, your thighs shaking from the stimulation. His thrusts hardened, your soft whimpers of his name encouraging him. “You look so fucking good right now.” He gripped your waist helping you keep a steady pace.

You steadied yourself, leaning your arms out pressing your hands against his chest as you felt yourself near your climax. “Shit, Tommy I’m gonna come.” You whined under your breath.

“Don’t worry baby, me too.” He runs his hands down your back lovingly.

You threw your head back as you felt Tommy’s hand wander down edging you on further, your breath quivering at the touch. You felt his hips buckle beneath you as he reached his peak, yours following soon after.

You sighed your body collapsing onto his chest. “I love yours so much.” You mumble into his skin as he presses a soft kiss against your forehead.

—-

It was the 16th anniversary since that day at nightwing, the two of you still happily together. Despite the permanent scar that night had left on the both of you mentally and physically, you both managed to stay strong, the event probably making the two of you even closer than you already were before.

Every year instead of hiding from the memories of that night, you both embrace it. Tommy’s favourite way to do this was to ‘reenact your youths’ in his words by driving the two of you out to the forest, where you would’ve spent so many nights together when you were younger.

You would open the sunroof and lay out the seats creating a little bed for the two of you. Probably not the safest thing the two of you could do, but most definitely the sweetest.

The two of you laid there staring up at the trees, resting your head on Tommy’s chest, your arm draped across his abdomen. Looking up at him you pressed a small kiss to the slope of his nose, pressing your heads together. The moonlight glazed over his cheeks, giving him a paler look. “You look so beautiful.”

—-

The car ride home was quiet but the atmosphere felt soft and comforting as Tommy rested his hand on your inner thigh. The velvet underground played softly on the radio as your eyes gazed out at the passing scenery.

[quillsanddaydreams]

what great men say

james potter x reader

—author’s note: I was extremely soft about James and just how goofy he is around his friends and I just had to write it down. So what does being friends with James and eventually falling for him include? Enjoy!

—warning(s): mentions of food, she/her pronouns!reader 

—wordcount: 3,196

You sighed looking at the time. He would be here any minute— he never came late. Tapping your foot, you turned your attention to the book open in front of you. Transfiguration. The subject that you struggled with the most. James excelled at it. 

The turtle he transformed the teacup into that day was stunning. Popping its head inside the green-gold shell as everyone looked on. James smiled teasingly wide when McGonagall had commended him. No one noticed when he shifted aside to talk to the turtle in a baby voice. It made you smile. You blinked. Words swirled on the page you’d opened. Shaking your head, you turned to concentrate on them.

“There you are!” James shouted as the librarian shot him a glare. He was huffing— apparently from running to the library. He made an apologetic face and slowly came and plopped down beside you.

“Do you always have to be loud?” you said as he playfully rolled his eyes.

“Well, a great man once said loudness is the way of life,” he huffed, breathing deeply as you raised an eyebrow.

“And is this great man you?”

“Are you saying anything to the contrary?”

You let a small smile play on your lips which etched his grin further.

“I wouldn’t dare,” you said as he adjusted his collar, looking smug.

“I mean, even great men tell the turtle they made from a teacup that it is a good boy,” you said nonchalantly, opening a notebook. James flustered.

“I didn’t tell Jake he was a good boy,” he murmured.

“Jake, huh?”

“Shut it.”

The two of you spend the next hour working on the transfiguration assignment. James was patient as he helped you through spells and theory. You laughed, studied and talked. It was just like that between you two. You were good friends, you teased each other, pulled a few pranks and had fun. There was something about him that made you open up more than anyone else. And you loved him. It was stupid really. 

James was utterly and completely in love with Lily Evans. Everyone knew that. You tried and you tried to push it back but you couldn’t help it. It crept up upon you- he had always been so kind to you, so adorably cute that you just fell for him. As torturous as it was, you didn’t dare to even hint him about it. Listening to him gush about the perfect head-girl, you never let your smile fade even if it never reached your eyes. 

James poked your side as you packed your books.

“Hmm?”

“Lily and I talked a lot last night,” he said excitedly as your chest contracted. You zipped up your bag, hanging it by your side.

“Oh yeah?” you asked, plastering on a smile. The two of you started moving out of the library.

“It was amazing,” He said, punctuating each word, a dreamy look on his face. “She told me about her muggle life- records, music tapes- that sort of stuff. She was surprised when I talked to her about Queen and Beatles, impressed even.”

He scratched the back of his head, narrowly avoiding a first year who ran past the two of you.

“Couldn’t tell her you introduced it to us and it’s what Sirius blasts in the room all day long.”

You giggled.

“Did he listen to all of them already?” you asked, desperate to change topics. The two of you turned around the corner. James scoffed.

“Pretty sure he heard each of them at least a hundred times.”

“It’s good music James,” you sighed. “Ask him whether he’s free next Hogsmeade weekend, I’ll show him a place he’s going to adore.”

“Ah, I have some head-boy duties with Lily, Remus is helping Slughorn for extra credit and Peter is practicing astronomy,” James said as you furrowed your eyebrows.

“So Sirius is free?”

“Yes, but we aren’t,” James shrugged as you laughed.

“Okay,” you dragged on, not sure where the conversation was going. “Ask him if he’d like to go with me?”

James turned to you, confused.

“You’ll go with Sirius, alone?” he asked as you hummed in response, shrugging. He scowled.

You turned back at James standing at the door to the common room.

“Tomorrow, same time?” you asked with a smile. He nodded giving you a half-hearted grin and moving towards his room. Did you say something wrong? Shaking your head, you retreated to your dorm.

-♡♡♡-

A loud knock shook you. You looked towards the window and… James?

“James what the hell are you doing there?” you asked, jolting towards the sill and unlocking it. The idiot was standing a broom nearly forty feet above ground.

“I was wondering whether you’d join us all for a trip to the kitchens?” he breathed, a small smile playing on his lips. You heard snorts making you look down at the ground. Sirius, Remus and Peter were rolling out in laughter, but you couldn’t think much about that.

“Are you insane? Bloody sit down on your broom or come in,” you said eyes wide.

“Fine, I’m coming.” James grinned, jumping inside. He grabbed your arms almost falling over you. A strong perfume attacked your senses. His face was so close to yours, you could count the faint freckles on his face. Messy strands of hair fell over his forehead making you want to run your hands over them. You blinked, steading yourself before taking a step back. James coughed.

“Um, I was sneaking out for some hot chocolate,” he said placing his hands in his jeans’ pocket, thumbs out. “I remember you complaining we never took you.”

“Oh,” you said, feeling awkward all of a sudden. “Let me just get my jacket, it’s kinda cold.”

Grabbing the nearest jacket, you put it on as James stared around your room. You had decorated it beautifully. Post cards, quotes and some letters were put up on a wall on the far end. His eyes fell on you as you turned to him smiling, ready to leave. He gulped.

“How are we leaving?” you asked and James gestured to his broom floating outside your window.

After much bickering, you found yourself sitting behind James, holding onto him for your dear life. That wasn’t to say you didn’t enjoy it. It felt good being so close to him, having your hands around his waist. You almost felt sad when you reached down. Sirius smirked at you as you climbed off the broom. He knew more than he probably should.

“What took you so long?” Peter complained. You saw Sirius open his mouth to say something but closed it on seeing your glare. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Well now that she’s here, shall we?” he said leading you ahead of the group.

James frowned at the two of you. Sirius whispered something in your ear making you roll your eyes playfully.

“What’s made you so off now?” Peter asked. Remus patted his shoulder.

“Jealousy is always a bad colour on people my dear wormtail,” Remus said dramatically. James raised it eyebrows.

“I’m not jealous,” James said pointedly and then shrugged. “What would I be jealous of?”

Remus rolled his eyes.

“Sureeee.”

You took in the warm room while the boys asked for hot chocolates for all of you. Sweet smell of banana bread and muffins eloped the kitchen. Remus called for you, handing you a steaming mug of cocoa. You sat down beside James tuning in to their conversation. He gave you a small smile as Remus and Peter quarrelled about their divination predictions. You laughed and you talked, feeling the week’s tension slowly slip off your shoulders. When it was time to leave, you felt oddly content. Making them promise to make this a monthly thing, you finally turned to leave. James held you back.

“I was wondering, if you’d like to have a bit more fun?” James asked, biting his lip. “Just us two.”

You looked at him curiously and licked your lip.

“And what will this fun, entail?”

“There’s this small place near the edge of forbidden forest,” he said and you raised an eyebrow. “I swear it’s not that dangerous. It’s honestly beautiful.”

James didn’t know why he was so bent over to spend some more time with you. All he knew was that he didn’t want the evening to end. He didn’t want to leave you just yet. So when you nodded slowly, he couldn’t stop the grin that spread on his face.

The two of you tip-toed through the castle, James’s invisibility cloak with him just in case. Checking the map, he turned towards you. Taking your hand in his; he whispered, “Run.”

Your eyes widened. James sprinted forward, taking you with him. There was no time to think. Trying to keep up with him— you made your way through the grounds, the air icy against your face. You were huffing by the time you reached the lip of the forest.

“What exactly were we running from?” you asked, taking in gulps of air.

“No one— we were taking too much time,” he said shrugging. “And adrenaline always feels good.”

He didn’t notice you glaring at him. You slapped his arm playfully.

“Hey—” he groaned, rubbing at the spot.

“Now that you’ve wounded me, shall we?”

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. Placing his palms on your shoulder James turned you, leading you towards a small clearing. Your arms erupted in goosebumps, feeling him right behind you. His breath tickled your neck. Did he really not know the effect he had on you? Reaching there, James gestured around dramatically. Fireflies buzzed around the area and the ground bloomed with wild flowers.

“Wow,” you gasped. James watched you, his face lighting up. Running your hands through the shrubs you looked up. Night sky was always clear at Hogwarts. But somehow it seemed even more beautiful then. You glanced towards James catching him staring.

“See something you like?”

“You look beautiful,” James uttered before he could stop himself. Your cheeks heated up.

You did. You looked gorgeous every single day. James swallowed, a distinct blush covering his cheeks. He felt your gaze on him, waiting for him to say something. He heard you sigh after a little while.

“You know, when I was small, I used to collect fireflies in a jar,” you said, sitting down slowly. James joined you. “Pretty little things they were. I would stare at them for hours. Mum hated them. Dad didn’t seem to mind. They would zoom around in the jar and I would take it in hand running through the house saying they were my army. Danger shall befall those who cross me— I used to say”

James let out a laugh, sighing as you both watched the stars. Sneaking a glance at him, you caught him doing the same. Light from flies lighted up his face, his brown eyes sparkling. You didn’t know who leaned in. His lips were soft against yours as you let your hands tangle in his hair. His arms went to your waist, tugging you towards him. The kiss seemed to light you up. Pulling back breathless you stared at him, seeing something that made your stomach. Guilt. You dug your nails into your palm, waiting for the excuses to come. And it came. He called out your name.

“Don’t.” You snapped.

Scrambling to your feet, you started moving back towards the castle. James followed you.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. I don’t know what happened and I—”

You twisted towards him.

“I’m not angry at you James,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. James frowned. “I— I just like you, okay? I’ve liked you for quite some time.”

James’ eyes widened a little. You let out a laugh, looking away.

“I’m not angry at you. I’m angry at myself. Do you realise how pathetic it is, to love someone knowing they’ll never love you back?  Every day I’ll tell myself; it doesn’t matter. That it’s a crush and it’ll go away. And every day I fall a little more in love with you knowing you’ll never feel the same.”

Silence fell around you and you wrapped your arms around yourself. You felt cold. James watched you, desperate to reach out. He wanted to stop you but he didn’t know how. All he could do was listen.

“I think, I think it’ll be better for me to stay away from you for a while,” you breathed, trying your best not to let the tears in your eyes fall.

You walked back to the castle leaving James alone. A tear fell down his face and he furiously wiped it off.

-♡♡♡-

The next few days seemed never-ending. Classes, homework and head-boy duties kept James busy. He practiced harder and longer on the field. But his mind wasn’t in it. It was full with the thoughts of you. He tried. He really tried to reach out to you somehow. To catch your eye during classes, give you a small smile, but you hardly even glanced at him. It hurt. More than he could ever care to admit. He had quite forgotten what it was like not to spend time together every single day. To not listen to you complain about your day, hear your laugh. He felt alone.

Bacon and eggs were laid out in front of him, but he couldn’t bring himself to eat. He toyed it around with his fork.

“Ahhh James! Just the person I was looking for,” Lily said with a bright smile as James looked towards her. “I was thinking maybe you could join me after lunch? We can review the prefect rounds’ details.”

James furrowed his eyebrows.

“Didn’t we do that last week?”

Lily’s expression fell, but she covered it up quickly.

“Yes we did, but I thought maybe we could go over them again?” she said expectantly.

“Uh- sure.” He said, moving his attention back to his plate. He pushed it away.

Sirius, Peter and Remus raised their eyebrows at him. James looked at them questioningly.

“Are you dead?” Remus asked.

“No?”

“Yeah I think he’s dead.” Sirius pipped in. James opened his mouth to retort but Sirius bet him to it.

“Look, I know finding out your friend is in love with you while you think you’re in love with someone else isn’t easy—”

“Especially when you’re actually in love with the said friend," Peter said, taking a bite of his toast. James opened his mouth.

“Especially then —but you gotta make up your mind. Go date Lily and find out how worthless it is and then go back to friend or go now and talk to her and tell her what you really feel about her.”

James blinked.

“I’m not in love with her,” he said slowly as they collectively groaned. He ignored them. “And how did you know that she told me she likes me?”

“It was obvious?” Sirius said as Remus rolled his eyes.

“You know what? Let him continue his idiocy for more. I want to see how long this can actually go on,” Remus said as others hummed in response, shrugging.

“What? You’re not even going to listen to me now?” James stated as his friends paid no attention.

“Not when you’re being a dumbass, no.”

James banged his head on the table. Remus continued to read his book while Sirius and Peter concentrated on their breakfast.

“What if, what if I said,” James began slowly. “That maybe I do love her. I do love her and I was the biggest fool in the world and screwed this up beyond repair?”

Remus stared at James, a small smile overcoming his features.

“You tell her exactly that.”

-♡♡♡-

You sighed turning the page. The story was captivating at first, but now— not so much. There was a knock at the window and you turned to see… James? Your heart thumped against your chest. He stood there, probably on his broomstick waiting for you to let him in. Pushing the covers aside, you got up and opened the small lock as James hopped in. Your chest clenched seeing him for the first time in weeks. You had missed him. His hair was disheveled and he fidgeted awkwardly, staring at you.

“James why are you here?” you asked softly. You wanted nothing more than to hug him. But you held back. You couldn’t do that to yourself, not anymore.

“I— um— I wanted to tell you something,” he said as you gestured at him to go on. There was silence.

“Well?”

James flushed, looking down.

“I— I had this whole speech prepared and now I forgot what I was supposed to say,” he said and you looked at him curiously. “I know it starts with me saying I might be the biggest dumbass at Hogwarts.”

“That I can agree on,” you pointed out, a small grin evident on your face. James cracked a smile hearing you tease him after weeks. Somehow, he never minded it when it was you. There was silence again, but this time it felt calmer.

“You see? I had a fascination with this red-headed girl,” he whispered. Your throat bobbed. He was here to talk about Lily? “This fiery girl who rejected me every time I asked her out. And my fascination just grew. So much that I couldn’t even notice myself falling for someone else. Someone who’d been an amazing friend.”

Your eyes snapped towards him and he gave you a light smile.

“I don’t love Lily. I don’t. And I hate myself for not realizing it. But even more than that I hate myself for turning you away. I’m sorry,” he said as you sniffed, letting his words soak in. He loved you, not Lily. You knew you must be looking like an idiot then, giddiness blooming through your body.

“Are you sure this isn’t the speech you prepared?” you said as James chuckled. He shook his head.

“My prepared speech was written by a great man and it did not end with an apology.”

“Oh? What did that great man end the speech with?” you said, joy evident on James’ face. He was enjoying this.

“Asking you out,” he said cheekily and you let out a snort.

“Well, that’s a let down,” you said, putting on a disappointed expression, noticing James furrowing his brows. “I was hoping the speech would end in some kisses; after all, don—"

You couldn’t finish the sentence as James pulled you closer by your waist and pressed his lips against yours. You sighed, tugging him closer by his neck. Pulling back, you rested your forehead against his taking deep breaths.

“I fucking love you,” James said, cradling your face and starting to press kisses all over. You giggled.

“I love you too. Tell that great man I’d like to go out with him this Hogsmeade weekend, will you?” you said as James let out a laugh.

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