#i just keep doing thiz to myself

[spookythesillyfella]

time iz a flat circle and history will forever repeat itzelf ; it doezn't matter how many timez you think it will be different . how close you are . your history – all detailz are irrelevant . for time sparez none of us

[displ3azant]

CURRENTLY ASK-ABLE: - Unpleasant - Infected (Plez oversees the questions, though.)

(Before cut is In-Character.)

Hiii! Helloooo!

Hello!!!!!! Hehe, thiz iz actually super weird trying to write an intro-- give me a minute.

So, HIII!!!!!!! I'm Unpleasant! That'z not a joke, that iz literally my name. There'z no "deep reason" behind it, it iz literally just what people refer to me az. But, if that'z too weird, I do also go by Unplez or Plez for short.

Uh, pronounz? I don't really care, actually. I don't have a set gender, I've never really met a gradient who doez. That being said, since I started hanging with Infected I have been called he and she specifically a lot... so if it'z easiest for you, just roll with the crowd.

Right, so... the blog. Thatz thiz blog, haha! Well, the easy answer iz I waz super bored, Infected can suck a huge ####, and I like talking about myself! But... I kind of suck at talking in general, so I guess I'll type and answer questionz about myself.

BUT KNOW MY BOUNDARIEZ BEFORE YOU ASK QUESTIONZ! 👇👇👇

(Below cut is Out-Of-Character.)

To those who know me: Good to see you're still stickin' with me! I promise I will make an effort to make this blog much less of a dumpster fire like the last one.

And to those who are only now coming across this blog: Hello! My name is Hex. You don't have to call me "Mod Hex", or anything, just "Hex" will do. I'm the only guy running this thing here. I'll talk more about myself soon, because oversharing is what I do best.

Blog-Context

So, if it wasn't obvious enough from the intro, this is an ask/rp blog for the Unpleasant Gradient from Regretevator, but specifically in the context of the plez-centric au I have created for him. Or, well, the "AU" in question is actually just some freaky amalgamation of all my fucked up headcanons, which means...

I AM NO LONGER DOING DIRECT BLOG ASSOCIATIONS! Really sorry about that, I love my friends with all my heart but if I wanna keep consistency, I'm gonna have to "write the story" on my own. However, I do want to give full credit to my friends @sk8tr1101 and @party-noob for some major concepts involving Unpleasant, especially Audrey who already has some awesome ideas herself. Go check them both out!

MAIN TAGS:

#unpl3zansw3rz - Asks

#unpl3zrambl3z - Non-ask related posts/reblogs

#unpl3zlor3 - Plot points and similar

#ooc - Out-of-character post

OTHER TAGS (to be updated):

(nothing yet, hehe)

Blog-Owner

So hiiii, I'm Hex. If I can be bothered, out-of-character posts will either have the #ooc tag, be in purple text, or be signed off with my name. I'd prefer if you refer to me using he/it pronouns, thnx!

I'd also like you all to keep in mind I am 17 years old, therefore a minor, and even if I wasn't 17 I do not appreciate NSFW/Explicit jokes towards me, ESPECIALLY if you don't know me. It's one thing when you're my very close friends or my partner, it's another thing when you are a stranger on the internet asking me things I should not have to answer.

My other accounts are: @hexexists - my main blog, if you receive notifications from this account, please know it is just me! @hexational - my regretevator blog @geometricgiovanni - a Jeremy ask/rp blog set in the same universe as this one! Please note, however, that in the context of this blog, Unpleasant is not aware of the blog nor would he like to be.

Ask/RP-Boundaries

Let's start off by reiterating that I AM NOT OKAY WITH NSFW/EXPLICIT ASKS IN ANY CAPACITY! Sick of getting them, they're repetitive and annoying. Asking safe-for-work questions involving Unpleasant's anatomy is one thing, but I am not responding to ANYTHING involving genetalia.

ALSO! I am very unlikely to respond to things that is either hard to make a unique drawing for or don't progress the story (unlocking "lore" and such). I'm watching your ass, Mango, I know what you like to do (/lh). Joke asks are still okay, you don't *have* to progress story, but please keep in mind my "criteria" for answering asks when sending them. A clean inbox gives me a clear mind. I do not like notifications.

Shipping content: Shipping content is okay, but I don't care much for romance personally and so will likely not play much into it. Please don't push anything, I guess, and nothing that promotes proshipping or any kind of literally illegal pairing. If you dislike any direction taken ship-wise for this blog, then block me and move on with your day.

Roleplaying: While I'd prefer to not be in direct contact with other rp blogs, I am totally cool with roleplaying side stories and stuff, interactions and such! Please keep in mind though, Unpleasant in this is not a very social person, so you're probably not going to get the reaction you want.

Also! I think OCs are super cool and am happy to respond/interact with them as well! However,

PLEASE DON'T SEND YOUR GRADIENT OCS TO THIS ACCOUNT IF YOU WANT ME TO DRAW THEM! Please instead send them to @hexational! A lot of people were sending me their Gradient ocs to the previous Unpleasant account, and as much as I love seeing Gradient ocs and Gradient sonas, I'd love to be able to draw them, and if you are just asking an opinion on them and not an in-character ask or a genuine question involving other gradients I'd much prefer you send them to the account previously tagged!

That's pretty much all I can think of! Sorry for the long post, I just have a lot to say hehe

Lots of love, - Hex

[hejustwontdie]

My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered by my brother-in-law Hank Schrader. Hank has been building a meth empire for over a year now and using me as his chemist. Shortly after my 50th birthday, Hank came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. He asked that I use my chemistry knowledge to cook methamphetamine, which he would then sell using his connections in the drug world. Connections that he made through his career with the DEA. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that Hank was a very moral man and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a cancer diagnosis that was poised to bankrupt my family. Hank took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much money even a small meth operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into financial ruin so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and Hank had a partner, a man named Gustavo Fring, a businessman. Hank essentially sold me into servitude to this man, and when I tried to quit, Fring threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Hank and Fring had a falling out. From what I can gather, Hank was always pushing for a greater share of the business, to which Fring flatly refused to give him, and things escalated. Fring was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a "hit" on my brother-in-law, and failed, but Hank was seriously injured, and I wound up paying his medical bills which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Hank was bent on revenge, working with a man named Hector Salamanca, he plotted to kill Fring, and did so. In fact, the bomb that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the police, but I was frightened. Hank had risen in the ranks to become the head of the Albuquerque DEA, and about that time, to keep me in line, he took my children from me. For 3 months he kept them. My wife, who up until that point, had no idea of my criminal activities, was horrified to learn what I had done, why Hank had taken our children. We were scared. I was in Hell, I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, to end this nightmare, and in response, he gave me this. I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that Hank will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. I... All I could think to do was to make this video in hope that the world will finally see this man, for what he really is.

If you send me thiz one more time I’m going to kill you, by strangulation zpecifically.

I KNOW WHERE YOUR CITY IZ NINA. YOU TOLD ME YOURZELF!! WHEN I CATCH YOU ITZ GONNA BE OVER /j

[lunaz-virtual-diary]

entry # 4

aaaauh I passed out !! sorry !! but I just woke up !! ໒꒰ྀི ꩜ ᯅ ꩜; ꒱ྀི১

I got up wayy earlier today!! I cleaned up the kittenz' playpen, cleaned my room, etc. I wanted to draw but I didn't really have the time. I also haven't done any school this week... haha.... I'll work on it tomorrow I've gotta promise myself that! the class I have rn is geography!.. which I hate! i suck at geography (꒪⌓꒪)

but everythin will be oki! i dont really have to try really hard 4 independent study... i mean... all the answers r online n i am 100% takin advantage of that >:3c I might've made a new friend today! I don't know if he knows about this blog. but if ur readin this, haii!! ૮꒰ྀི⊃´ ꒳ `⊂ྀི꒱ა a lotta ppl have been sendin me asks recently! m rlly happi abt that I LOVEEEE talkin about myself ૮꒰ ྀི >⸝⸝⸝< ྀི꒱ა which is why I made this blog mostly!! I hate always wantin attention n cravin it n i cant tell if ma ego is talkin or if smth is actually fucked up! :c I h8 havin such demonized disorderz like bpd n npd. ppl h8 u 4 them even tho ur the one strugglin da most becuz of it!! I know sometimez I can be n azzhole n i can be self centered n mean but im not tryin to be i can promise u that! I wish I could cleanse ma mind of all of this stuffs n be a pure lil kind angel! thatz what i try to do but it ends n me havin huge breakdownz

like 4 example the night b4 tonight! I bwoke down n felt suwicidal n almost relapsed bc i felt like such a disgustin human bein 4 always puttin up a front 4 my own satisfaction + 4 ppl 2 like me! but itz oki! itz not ma fault i deal w all of thiz. its just a defense mechanism ma brain made to prevent me from bein hurt! it just... does the opposite a lot of the time...

m doin wayy better now tho!! my bendy helped me thru it, same w all of ma other family/friendz! kittenz make everythin better :3 m a lil nervous abt makin this new frien becuz m not the best w friendship stuff... i have a rlly hard time keepin friens! but i dun wanna be like dat...

ma new frien brought up da ug sub community w me actually! m glad sum1 haz da same thoughtz on that. there are sum thingz m too scared to tell friens outside of ma dr onez! i heard dat "if it keeps u happy, keep it to urself". i wuldnt say it rlly 'keepz me happi' but im vulnerable abt it... so i probably shouldnt share!! luna cannot n will not be hurt eva again !! ( >д<)

[weepingmilkshakedreamer]

AS1 dial0gue but it'z my au [Act 1 aka the part 1 0f thiz thing. l0l]

i've been thinking ab0ut making z0mething like thiz z0 uhh yeah here ya g0. l0l

Bleed: Oh sweet mother of God! I've killed a dead hobo!

Alan: I'm not dead you asshole! Argh... Quickly - you have to cut me open!

Bleed: Uh... I've got a pizza cutter!

After surgery

Bleed: So uhhh who are you sir?

Alan: My name is Alan probe.

Bleed: Can you teach me that- how to do surgery?

Alan: Teach surgery? I... I couldn't. Not again...

Bleed: Why not? I've got a bunch more tools in the van. And if that pool table over there doesn't scream operation, Then I don't know what does!

Alan: And who the fuck would want to be operated on by some washed-up old tramp and a god damn pizza boy?

*CRASH!!*

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Tammy: Urrrr...

Bleed: Hello miss burglar! Fall through the window trying to rob our clinic i see?

Tammy: C... clinic?

Bleed: Yep! You're in luck- today's special is glass extraction!

After surgery

Tammy: Urgh... wow. Hey- do i recognize you?

Alan: Me?! Oh no no... I'm sure you couldn't!

Tammy: There was a doctor got himself into a heap of trouble a few years back... lotsa unexplained deaths.

Tammy: Then he just disappeared...

Alan: Ok that's enough of you now! Do come again.

*Alan pushez Tammy out of the Warehouse*

Bleed: Hmm. So uhh, was it true what she said? You're a doctor?

Alan: No! I mean, I used to...

Bleed: Can you teach me how to cut- I mean, help people?

Alan: Alright, Bleed. But we may have to improvise with the tools a little since the current layout we have is shit...

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Claude: Hey i heard you boys were surgeons, can you guys help out here?

Bleed: Whoa! That porcupine has a hillbilly stuck on its ass!

Claude: I went to, uh, pick-up this here prickle-pig, but i done fell on it instead.

After surgery

Claude: That was pretty alright! I'm sure you can take my gratitude as a thank you!

*Claude leaves the Warehouse*

Bleed: So are you really the renegade doctor that burglar was talking about before?

Alan: Bleed, you have some real talent. I will continue to train you if it's what you really want...

Bleed: It's what I've ALWAYS wanted!

Alan: But I will only do so on the condition that we do not talk about my fucking past! It is uneventful and uninteresting, I assure you dumbass!

Bleed: Uhh... OK! You're the boss... uh- doc!

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Cletus: I heard yew guys were surgeons of a kind, care to help out a friend... *Glug-glug-glug*

Bleed: Hello... Uhm are you drinking PAINT?!

Cletus: Doesn't say I shouldn't on the can! And that means a big fat payout from the paint company! Same goes for the nailgun maker who didn't mention I shouldn't shoot myself in the chest!

Bleed: One de-nailing coming right up sir!

After surgery

Cletus: yew guys are pretty good. Here - take my Buzzsaw as a kind thanks! I'm sure a pair of makeshift surgeons such as yewrselfves could use it!

Bleed: Aw hell yeah! Hey doc, you have anything you need amputating? cause I'll gladly remove it for you! Rrrm-rrrm!

Alan: (Sigh...)

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Guts: I'm gus but fols call me "Guts". I was down at the bank, robbing... Uh, I mean, making a deposit And I slipped and fell on some bullets!

Bleed: Uhh... Ok? -

Guts: And what makes it worse is that I can't eats no more! Glaaaaargh!

Bleed: OH SWEET MOTHER OF-

Alan: WHAT THE FU-

Guts: See what I means? Can you guys take a look-see?

Bleed: (shudders and almost throws up) Ok let's see what's up...

After surgery

Guts: Ahhh... Dat's better! And there's nuttin' like a good clear-out to work up an appetite! The only hospital round here closed down a few years ago. Some nasty stuff went down there...

Alan: (shudder) Well, don't let us keep you!

Bleed: yeah that was honestly disgusting!

Guts: Right! T'anks again, fellas! I'll spread the word about you guys!

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Trent: Hey your the Doctors my husband was talking about! you gotta help! You see i run the junkyard downtown - body disposals and whatnot...

Bleed: Car bodies? Or...

Bleed: Never mind!

Trent: I was down at the junkyard, Dealing with some scrap metal until I slipped and fell on it instead!

Bleed: We'll see what we can do.

After surgery

Trent: You guys are great! Thanks again!

Bleed: Well that was something! Goodbye now, Trent!

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Jack: My nickname's "Lumbar" Jack. Partly becuase of my profession, but mainly because of my back, eh? It pains me something fearsome!

Bleed: Nurse! Anesthetic please!

Alan: Bleed I swear to god if you call me your nurse again, I will shove my foot so far up your ass you will have no idea!

Bleed: ...

Alan: ...

Bleed: Uhh... Can you at least get the Anesthetic?

Alan: (Groan...) Fine! Whatever!

After Surgery

Jack: That feels...

Jack: *CRACK!*

Jack: Oh yes! Ooh, I'll be back to wrestlin' bears and violating forests in no time!

Bleed: Right... well! Don't get the two confused! Have fun now!

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Jimmy: Ta daaaa! Look in your pocket! Your watch is now gone! I stole it!

Alan: Wait WHAT?! YOU MOTHER- Wait. What the hell are you supposed to be!

Jimmy: JIMMY THE SPIDER! Cat-burglar extraordinaire!

Jimmy: I must have burgled, oh, five cats so far! Ha ha ha!

Alan: ....that's just down right awful

Jimmy: No, I'm just kidding. But I am totally SPIDER-LIKE!

Alan: Uh huh sure you are... Well bleeds running late so what do you want em to do when he gets here? Remove a part of your god damn brain to cure you of this weird god forsaken behavior?

Jimmy: No way! It's just that recently, some of my SPIDER MEALS have been... repeating on me.

Alan: gross... well say "Ah"!-

Bleed: Hey Alan! Sorry I'm late I've been... AH! SPIDER!

After surgery

Jimmy: Ah - that's much better!

Bleed: (shudder) Next time, why not try eating a spider to catch the flies?

Bleed: Or would that be like i don't know... cannibalism?

Jimmy: Ha! Yeah! Sure - eat a spider! Can you imagine someone coming in with a whole bunch of spiders running around inside them?

Bleed: OK YOU CAN LEAVE NOW! BEFORE YOU MAKE ME THROW UP FROM A IMAGE I DIDNT WANNA SEE!

Jimmy: Alright but before i go, have you guys ever considered going upscale? Maybe moving to the city?

Alan: Oh hell no! I much prefer the quiet life!

Bleed: But doc! think what we could do! There'd be loads more interesting stuff in the city!

Alan: I said no, Bleed!

*Jimmy leaves the Warehouse*

Bleed: But I still need more practice! Wouldn't moving to the city-

Alan: Bleed - you are a very talented young- or more middle aged man. In fact, you remind me of someone i used to work with...

Bleed: Really? You mentioned you worked with someone before! What happened to her?

Bleed: ...or was it a HIM?!

Alan: Never mind! Listen to me Bleed - you said you wanted my help. Fine, I will help you.

Alan: But all I want is a more quiet life! Out of the way! Is that clear?

Bleed: Yes.

Alan: Ok.

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Pete: Ah hello guys! I've come into some right nice organs recently.

Pete: Seeing as my own organs are failing a bit, I was hoping you could swap my old organs with a new ones, like?

Pete: In return, I'll see you get all the juicy organs a young middle-aged surgeon could need!

Pete: Look at the tubes on that! glistening, they are!

Bleed: Let's do this!

After surgery

Pete: Amazing job you two! Tell me though, a place like this hardly fitting for people like you? isn't it?

Pete: There's plenty of work in the city! haven't you heard?

Pete: Some nutjob has started running around maiming people! terrible, it is!

Bleed: Doc, did you hear what that guy said? The city needs us!

Bleed: Please doc, I don't wanna be a pizza boy forever!

Bleed: And one day I wanna have my own surgery! for real! Please...

Bleed: And what about you!? Surely you must want something better for yourself!

Alan: I... I need to think. I'm going for a walk.

Bleed: Hey! Wait... doc...

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Bleed: Man, I can't believe the doc left me on my own. What if some utter headcase comes in? I-

Penny: Bonsoir. I am Penny.

Penny: You are the pizza boy who operates with a spoon?

Bleed: Uh it's a Pizza cutter, actually.

Penny: Take up your spoon, my good man! I will be most interested to see what you find within me!

After surgery

Bleed: You were full of weird bugs but I killed them all.

Penny: Did you know the brighter and more beautiful the creature, the more extravagant and excruciating its poison?

Bleed: OK! Well that's great! Off you go now!

Bleed: ...

Guy: Hey you! Yeah you! I'm looking for someone!

Bleed: (Oh... he's hot!)

Bleed: Listen, whoever it is you're looking for, I think it may be me!

Guy: Euch! I wanted the surgeon! Goodbye!

Bleed: Hey wait! Wait come back!

Bleed: Argh! Dammit! This stupid uniform! How can anyone recognize me as a master surgeon when I'm wearing this thing?

Bleed: Man, where's the doc gotten to? I hope he's not gone off on another cough syrup bender and walked out in front of a car... again...

Alan: Bleed, I've been thinking... We should go to the city.

Bleed: Ha! Great! You know, this is just my day for good news! There was a really handsome guy here just now. He was looking for "the surgeon", Ha!

Bleed: Guess he didn't realize he'd found em! Woo!

Alan: A guy? My god... No, it couldn't be...

Bleed: Never mind that now! Let's get this show on the road!

[laneynoir]

So... this is a bit of an unusual, self-serving ask, but if you're at all interested in the idea, please go for it! XD

You know all those fanart drawings of child Legolas accidentally shooting Thranduil with an arrow? Well, in SotWK, Gelir is actually the one who teaches Legolas how to shoot. (And SotWK headcanon states Gelir is the greatest archer in the Woodland Realm. Like, he would have saved Helm's Deep from blowing up with his first shot. Bahaha.)

If you're in the mood, maybe a brother crack fic along those lines?

Thank you in advance, if you choose to go for it!

PS. Tauriel is Legolas's age in SotWK too, so you can throw child-her in there if you want.

Honestly @sotwk posting this with your oc's in it feels like going up to Tolkien and showing him my fanfic. ✨anyway✨

EDIT: forgot to mention, I've never tried to write in past tense, so thizs is EXTRA rocky 😅 sorry

Word count: 2968 (got a bit out if hand..)

Legolas let out a cry of joy before wrapping his mother in a hug that nearly knocked her off balance. "Thank you Ammë! Thank you thank you!"

Queen Maereth could do naught else but give her son a smile, for his grin was bright and cheerful as the sun above Greenwood's canopy. "You must always be on your best behavior, my Greenleaf, and the instant you are hurt the lessons will halt. Do you understand?"

His braid bobbed as he nodded his head. "Yes, of course!" Suddenly his face feel into a scowl. "And I have to find some way to convince Gelir to teach me, he is quite particular about how much time he spends with me."

"Gelir is particular about time spent with anyone, Legolas. He far prefer a the company of trees and woodland inhabitants to ourselves." The cool tones of the Elven king promoted a laugh from his beloved, a sound that never failed to bring joy to any around.

Legolas, however, was not amused. Throwing his hands up in the air he exclaimed, "Well that doesn't help me. I can hardly turn myself into a squirl or bird so he may teach me to shoot." A moment's pause, "besides, even if I could, it would be pointless. I could hardly draw a bow if I had paws or talons."

Though Legolas did not understand why his father laughed, he grinned all the same. He liked it when his father was happy. When his father was happy, Ammë was happy, and that usually meant everything was okay.

The young prince hopped to his feet from the spot on the floor to which he'd settled, and addressed his Royal parents in a lofty tone. "I would love to keep you both company, but I must be off. Plans do not shape themselves, and I will need a great one to convince Gelir." Gravely the young prince bowed before exiting the room, deap in thought.

It was a testament to the wills of both Thranduil and Maereth that their expressions remained stotic until Legolas had left.

In the end Legolas, having begged advice from all of his brothers, had landed on a simple plan to entice Gelir's good will; flattery and wide eyes.

Granted he landed on this plan after four failed attempts at others, including an incident with a candle and far to close an escape for the silver-blond of Gelir's lovely hair, had it been longer the escapade would have ended much differantly.

And so Legolas -much to the confusion of poor Gelir- doted upon him for near a week, before finally becomeing so antsy that he starts spending large amounts of time fliped on the grass. (Much to the displeasure of the maid tasked with scrubbing stains from the prince's tunic)

Throughout this period, Tauriel was merciless with both her teasing and no-nonsense advice. Having advised her friend to "just ask him" she set to annoying him into doing so.

Legolas did not appreciate this.

But yet not for nothing is Gelir still heralded as the greatest hunter of Greenwood The Great, and his eyes were sharp as the hawks whos company he kept.

Having become suspicious of his younger brother's attitude, he sharpened his focouse onto Legolas. Yet he found no fault nor prank that the wide eyed Mellon had played to promt his generous disposition.

When a week had passed, Gelir noted a significant change in Legolas' manner, gone was the constant bable and cheer.  And though he was lothe to say so, Gelir noted it's absence with sorrow.

Becoming worried, the fourth prince of the wood aproched his eldest brother with his concern- for although he cared deeply for Legolas, he did not wish to bring worry on Queen Mearath.

But Mirion was non-forthcoming, and told him only that Legolas was in perfect health, and his problem was somthing that only Gelir could help.

Resolving to confront his brother on the morrow, he retires to bed, troubled.

The next morning Legolas offered to serve him, as he had been for a time, and Gelir politly declined. Legolas mearly nodded with an air of resignation. After the meal Gelir pulls him to the side, "Legolas, brother, you have nor been yourself this past week, and I have been told that only I can help you, but I know not how."

Legolas fidgeted with his tunic hem before taking a gulp of air at looking up at hus brother, who had never seemed so tall before. "I..." He started, then spoke so quickly that Gelir could liken him to a squirl.

"Ammë said that since I've been doing so well with my lessons I could choose one weapon to start studying, and I really wantd to learn the bow, and everyone knows that you're the best bowman in the last eight-thousand years at least, but you dont like me very much so I tried to think of a plan to make you like me, except that didn't go very well and I nearly set your hair on fire, and Tauriel said I should just ask you, but it's easy for her to say things like that because everyone likes her and-"

"Cease youngling!"

Gelir's mind raced in the breath of silence that passed while Legolas looked down to his boots, an aura of defeat surounding him. Gelir tugged on the short braid behind his left ear, wishing -not for the first time- that he were better with people.

Animals were easy, they didn't stress him out so much as his fellow elves.

But now he was at a loss for what to do, and had to speak. Joy of joys.

As he was want, Gelir considered the situation from all angles, feeling a twinge of guilt that his brother had though he didn't like him. He thought over what Legolas had requested, and though he would never admit it, he felt a touch flattered that the youngest prince had chosen his weapon.

"Has mother suggested the bow for you Legolas?" He asked.

Said prince looked to him in shock. "No! I want to learn the bow, and you are the best." Sadly he looked to thw ground again. "Although, if you will not teach me, Ada says that one of the palace guards will. But they are not so skilled as you."

Gelir shook his head in wonderment, "I only asked, for our older brothers are more renowned for their battle prowess. Most would prefer their instruction come from those with more renowned weapons."

At this Legolas shot him a look that clearly conveyed how intelligent he found this remark. "That, is ridiculous. I think lady Gilith put it quite well when she was talking to her mellon: 'prince Gelir spends much time in the company of animals, indeed far more than with others of his own kind. But still he is quite brave -he must be to spend so much time alone in thise woods without protection- and is more skilled than the entirety of the guard! And quite attractive as well as elegant'."

Legolas said this all in a higher pitch than his usual tone, mocking the Elven lady. "Although," he resumed in his normal voice, "I don't think you're attractive. But they giggled for a while over your eyes. Tauriel says I'll understand someday, but I don't think I want to."

This tirade was rewarded with a laugh from Gelir, a beautiful sound, for he had inherited his mother's chime-like noise. "You chatter like a squirl, dear brother mine. Yes, I think I can clear I bit of time a day to instruct you. So long as you promise to stop being so quiet, waiting on me hand and foot. We get quite enough if that from the servants, no?"

Legolas may have heard the last sentance, but that is not likely. Already was he turning flips with shouts of excitement.

A smile subtle as a cats paw on stone was upon Gelir's face for the remainder of the day, much to the confusion -but pleasure- of his year mate, Darthol.

The next day dawned bright and crips, though not too soon for prince Legolas, who had arisen far before the sun had first peaked her golden glow through the treetops of Greenwood. (Although, it should be said that Ninniel, the prince's usual keeper, did not rise so early, as she had been given the day off to spend as she pleased.)

As soon as breakfast was served, Legolas was bouncing in anticipation, and though relived, Gelir did not think that any of the elves tasked with cleaning up after the meal would apriciate the table being fliped by an excited ellon, Prince or no.

"Legolas, why don't you invite lady Tauriel to come to your training today?"

Just like that, Legolas shit from his seat like the arrow he so wanted to fire, leaving his brothers chuckling in his wake.

When hours later (or so it seemed to the impatient elfling) they finally stood out on the shooting range, Legolas quivered with excitement, near combusting when Gelir handed him a small bow that fit perfectly in his hand.

"Tis the one I learned on, and still is in perfect condition." He said proudly. "And still more, it looks as if it were made for you! And you for it I should say, you're a bowself born little brother."

Legolas did not preen under the words, but only because Tauriel was watching, and ger earlier jab at him about acting like a peacock still stung. Instead he said, "Thank you for trusting me with it Gelir!"

Gelir shifted on his feet, "Right then, first thing I'll teach you is stance, but before that we must go over bow etiquette."

And so did he instruct the attentive blond, and by that did Tauriel benefit as well. Both learned how to store a bow, how properly to carry one, be it over long distantce or mearly a short journy. Also they were taught never to draw a bow without an arrow, Legolas' eyes widening when told that the beautiful weapon would shatter if mishandled.

When the oral instruction was completed, Gelir began showing Legolas the apropriate way to stand. "The stance is important to learn first, if you cannot line your body up for the shot, how can your arriw lone up with your target?"

At this legolas was confused. "But Gelir," he said from his position sideways to the target. "You don't always stand like this, ive watched you shoot for so many other angles, even upside down like a bat!"

Gelir inclines his head, accepting this. "Yes, Legolas, I do. But that is only bevause I spent many years shooting from the base stance, my body is trained to line up automatically for a shot, but only because of practice in a perfect stance."

Subdued, Legolas nodds. But then his eyes catch sight of Darthol comeing from the woods behind the targets. "Gelir, I think he needs you."

The elder makes a noise of recognition, "Yes I suppose so, Alherion is still ill, I fear he may have gotten worse."

"Oh dear!" Exclaimed Legolas. "Then you must talk to him, Alherion must not be in more pain than we can help." Gelir jerked his head in thanks, and telling both elves to stay, he ran to meet his friend halfway.

After a moment of silence Tauriel spoke. "Are you enjoying learning Legolas?"

He whiped his head in an agreeing motion. "Oh yes! And don't look at me so Tauriel, I enjoy learning when the subject is more interesting."

With a smile Tauriel consieds his point. "Your stance is already near mirrored to prince Gelir, though you musn't be upset when you aim is not perfect at first" she said sagely, "when I had my fist dagger lesson, I couldn't even get the grip right!"

This was altogether to patronizing for Legolas, who'd been evious of Tauriel's early weapon instruction for night on a year, and so a scowl covered his features. "Well that is because you are allthogether a silly Elleth, and my aim is true! I hit a attacking wolf with a stone!"

Insulted by the comment, Tauriel raised an eyebrow. "Didn't it turn out that the Wolf was a friend of his? Thats hardly an impressive feat. You couldn't hit the target is you tried."

"I could so!"

"Hmm, no. I dont think so"

"Well you think wrong then!"

Temper flared Tauriel lashed out, "then do it. I dare you, shoot the target! Then you'll see!"

Suddenly Legolas looked tentive, and not so confidant as he had previously been. "But Gelir said-"

"Hah! You scared."

This was too much for Legolas, and with a huff he takes up the proper position, snatches the arrow, and puts it to the string. It is at this point that he realized that Gelir had not got this far in his instruction, and Legolas was unsure of how properly to follow through.

But silly Tauriel was still watching, so he drew the string back (arrow on the entierly wrong side of the bow) and the arrow swung away from the front of bow. Suprised and startled by Tauriel's laugh, Legolas realised the string and the arrow flew far off target...

And into his brothers leg.

Gelir's knees buckled unded the shock of the pain, and he fell to the ground. Darthol jumped but was imeadiatly at at his yearmates side. Taking in the arrow, his eyes shot to the two young elves, both pale as sheets, though Tauriel looked worse with her crimson hair accenting the lack of blood in her face.

It did not take more than a second to understand what had happened, and Darthol launched into action. "Gelir, I'm going to pick you up, please try not to shout in my ear"

Lip between his teeth, the prince nods in understanding. A hissing sound so close to that of the snakes he was fond of escaped his mouth when he was lifted from the ground.

Darthol barks for Legolas and Tauriel to accompany him, and they both nearly tripped in their haste to comply.

The trip back to the palace was made in silence, Darthol's attention held soley by the task of holding his friend and not jarring the calf with the arrow stuck in it. The two young elves were to frightened to say anything.

The pandemonium that unsued when they reach the gates with a bloody price could be described as comical, but at when they made it to the halls of healing, everything became crisp and efficient.

Not long was the wait before Queen Maereth apeared, dress flowing behind her as she strode swiftly into the hall, walking past both Legolas and Tauriel without a word.

The ten minuets of waiting for his mother to reappear were the longest of Legolas' objectivly short life at that point, and he was in tears within the first five.

Tauriel took no notice, and would nit have teased him if she had. She was in shock, the only sound escaping her was a whispered "I've killed the prince."

Maereth closed the door behind her when she came out, leaving Darthol and the healers with Gelir. When her attention was drawn to the two children her facial expression softened.

Legolas had drawn his knees to his face as he sat huddled on the bench and his shoulders shook with quiet sobs. Maereth had raised enough sons to know that Legolas had been punished already for his follyand so she set to comforting him instead, as well as Tauriel, whom she'd taken under her wing as soon as the orphened child had been delivered to the kingdom.

She drew both into her arms, whispering words of comfort to poor Legolas who said noting but 'I'm so sorry' repeatedly.

When they were calmed, Maereth drew forth the story fighting a smile when Tauriel asked if the prince would live.

"Yes dear, Gelir's calf was only injured, and the arrow did not sink verry far. He will be entirely heald before the week is out." Tauriel wrapped her arms around the Queens neck, apologizing profusely.

Seeing how shaken the girl was, Maereth semr her to the kitchens to beg a cup of calming tea.

When Tauriel was gone, she turned her attention back to Legolas, "why still do you cry my son?"

Focousing his red rimmed eyes on his mother, he choked out; "Because now Gelir will hate me. He already did not like me and now I've shot him!" It took much time for her to console Legolas, and later when she reflected on this moment, she would shake her head a smile on her face.

As promised Gelir, a mear four days later, was creeping through the woods as silently and confidently as ever. And Legolas' instruction continued, the two youngest elves both having learned a lesson. For Legolas, he learned patience and the importance of following instruction, even when dared otherwise.

Tauriel, still had a fiery temper to match her locks, however she began seeking ways to better control it, and sought to be less crule in teasing Legolas.

Gelir, for his part, was reminded not to stand in the middle of a shooting range.

~

Many, many years later an orc falls dead, torch sputtering out in the water. Three arrows stick out of its corpse, two with green fletchs and one, sticking from its neck, with red.

From across the battle field, the red arrows owner calls, "Why did you not shoot his leg? Legolas?"

With an expression of long suffering, the still youngest elf prince sings an insult in his mother tounge to his brother, that causes Aragorn's eyebrows to shoot up.

[thevalleyoftriumph]

actually no i dont usually post "disk horse" on my blog so feel free to just scroll past thiz post cuz im gonna put it under a read more but itz MY blog and I NEED TO RANT SOMEWHERE :boom:

i legit cannot enter the ava/m tagz anymore without having to debate on if i should just drop cho/sec into my straight up dni list instead of just "ask to follow" because cho/sec shipperz are INSUFFERABLE oh my god. the amount of timez ive just wanted to straight up block people but am restraining myself.

"ohhh well when alan said theyre related he probably just meant by code 🥺🥺" WHEN ASKED IF THEYRE RELATED HE SAID "IN A WAY" AND GOD im aware related can mean anything from "family" to "has the same job and are linked via that" in thingz like media BUT LITERALLY IN WHAT OTHER WAYZ WOULD HE HAVE MEANT THAT. WHAT OTHER WAYZ.

when people say two characterz are related they almsot NEVER mean that second meaning. EVER. ive never seen it be that way. im sure it happenz but oh my god, itz def not the most common one.

and the way cho/sec shipperz keep using that one single phrase, the response of "in a way" to justify their shipping, iz SO WEIRD. like yeah i know the hc that the hollowheadz are siblingz iznt a popular one but at thiz point at least w/ chosen and tsc itz becoming INCREASINGLY IMPLIED to be at least CLOSE to canon.

LIKE.. WHY DO THEY WANT TO JUSTIFY MAKING THEM MAKE OUT SO BAD. TURN OFF YOUR FUCKING SHIPPING BRAIN FOR ONCE IN UR LIFE AND JUST CONSUME THE MEDIA NORMALLY PLEASEEEE FOR THE LOVE OF GODDDDD not everything haz to have shipping. not everything needz to have characterz make out. please just enjoy it for what it iz .

[bl00dyromant1k]

Chat :D

The one thing I luv(hate) abt myself iz thiz toxic trait I have where I try to hurt sm1 how they hurt me or worse by doing smth they did to me to ���show them how I feel” and it liek, NEVER workz cuz I keep forgetting that most ppl aren’t liek me and probz can’t be hurt back by my bullshit so I’m kinda just stuck :P

[cronaz-diary]

therez something wrong with me !! TW !!

i alwayz feel bugz crawling inside me i want to get them out anyway i can i usually would harm myself but then my gf getz worried and upset i need to get them out they taunt me i just wanna cut off all my skin already i hate it i hate it ihate it so fuckkign much and i cant tell my parentz or they just scream at me and cxall me a attention seeker, i keep seeing and hearing stuff thiz iz just 1 of the few of them thiz all hurtz and i have nothing to do about it or another rlly bad one iz holez covering my body az black blood pour our idk how people can look at me wtf do i do??? im never gonna be okay i think

[ribbonrabbitsblog]

haii everyone!1!1!

I AM DEEPLY SORRY FOR THE LACK OF BLOG POSTINGZ

i have been very more focused on schooling and just relaxing to keep myself balanced that I almost forgor abt thiz blog!! (v sorry,,)

but i will do my very best to continue posting anything!

for now i will just focus on introducing the characterz first b4 showing like,,a timeline of eventz in the story!!

plz continue supporting ribbon rabbit daycare tysm ☆☆☆

Signing off,

Star o(*≧д≦)o <(I USE HE/THEY RAAAAH)

[michibikionmain]

hello everyone i made a which dsmp character are you quiz and i put far too much time and effort into it please take it <3

[displ3azant]

why’d you decide to stop pretending to be some cat? wouldn’t it be easier that way?

being "Poptart" iz ####ing EXHAUSTING. when i shrink my body, i'm just compressing it into a smaller space, and compressing myself like that causes me to overheat and start literally melting.

keep in mind-- i waz doing thiz on and off for monthz, and itz tough to get away from infected in hiz own home, so it got increasingly harder to take breakz. there came i point i couldn't even hold the form for an hour a day, and had to hide from infected in the hopez he didn't figure anything out. so, i just... stopped altogether. thank GOD infected iz stupid.

[hooterhorror]

Hiii!! I was wondering if I could maybe request a slasher matchup? (I can’t remember if I’ve already sent one to you or not omg my memory is so bad if I have please ignore this.)

Okok so I’m a Pisces sun, Cancer rising, and Libra moon. I’m an INFP-A. My pronouns are she/they.☺️

I have shoulder length wavy/curly dark brown hair, I think i’m around 5’4, I have green eyes, and I’m on the chubbier side with bigger hips and thighs. I’m definitely pale and only get tan on my arms. I love to crochet, draw, write, and I absolutely love to read.

I’m very quiet and have terrible social anxiety, but when I get to know someone I can become really outgoing! I am very self conscious & have lots of self esteem issues.😩I have a tendency to put others before myself and I have a very hard time saying no. I don’t have many friends but the ones I do have I’m extremely close with. I can get very talkative about my interests, and will ramble on for as long as someone will let me.😅 I’m definitely the therapist friend and I think people feel naturally comfortable around me. My friends tell me I’m very easy to get along with and that I’m really funny.

My style is pretty casual; usually just patchy bell bottoms, an oversized T-shirt and converse. I love to wear jewelry and I wear lots of bracelets, necklaces, and rings everyday. I love to make jewelry as well!☺️

In a partner I would definitely like to be with someone who will let me talk about my interests for however long I want to. I would want them to be able to probably relate to me, so when I talk about my issues or something they don’t get judgmental. For an ideal date, I don’t think I really have one! Maybe just going stargazing or hanging out or going on a walk or drive. I wouldn’t want anything too romantic, just being alone with them would be good enough for me.

Ahh thank you so much!! I love your blog!!❤️

it's been a hot second since I've written a matchup, so forgive me that I'm rusty!!

And HI BRI DEAR I HOPE U LIKE THIZ <3

I match you up with.....

Jason Voorhees !!

Jason sees your selfless behavior and falls in love.

Okay, maybe he was already crushing hard on you, but the way you take care of him... it just does something to him. it melts him.

You instill such soft feelings in him. at first it was confusing and unsettling, but even pam knew something about you was special

Jason sees your comfy clothes and gives you some of the old sweaters his momma knitted for him. they don't fit anymore, but they're perfect on you

he sees your jewelry and starts to make necklaces out of fishing line and things he finds on camp grounds

And he adores watching you make jewelry 🥺 it's where he picks up a general idea on how to do it, and starts surprising you with the stuff he's made

Jason is very sentimental. If you make him a bracelet or a necklace, he's keeping it forever.

he'd be downright distraught if something happened to it :(

Jason also sees your tendency to not look out for yourself and does not stand for it.

He urges you to go to sleep at a good time, and even promises to lay with you to sweeten the deal

Another thing Jason loves about you is your hair. He loves to run his fingers through it and watch it spring back into it's wavy shape

something about Jason playing with your hair is so relaxing....

Jason is also a very good listener

He's always paying very close attention to you when you're speaking. he takes in every word and soaks it in.

he remembers every little detail of a conversation, and he's nodding along so you know he's really invested

especially when you talk about something that really interests you!!

he thinks you're really adorable when you get excited :( he can't help but smile as you go on and on about it

If he finds anything pertaining to one of your interests whether in the forest or on a victim, he's very quick to pocket it. Walks back to the cabin with a hop in his step, very excited to show you his discovery

he loves your voice. it soothes him. maybe that has something to do with it!!

Because of Jason's... situation/nature, it's obvious you can't go on any kinda date.

but you want a date? he'll set up a picnic in his favorite spot. He'll make cute little sandwiches and break out some apple juice he always saves for a special occasion

and yes. Your dates are very special to him!!!

and yes it's just apple juice.

If there's a night where neither of you can sleep, he'll take you on a walk. Just you, him, nature, and the stars.

and the moon. she's cheering y'all on.

the moon ships Bri and Jason

Jason may not be able to tell you how amazing he thinks you are, but he can surely show you

his actions speaks thousands of words about how much he appreciates you. Every kiss and gentle hug just tells you how much you mean to him

Pam is very helpful in pointing out when you might be in a down mood

Jason will leave you alone if you do request, otherwise he'll be glued by your side

he'd do anything to make you feel better

and oh how his undead heart would break if you told him you were feeling subpar. Self conscious.

He knows the fight with self worth all too well

And he knows you can't force it! it takes time. years, even. But Jason will work tirelessly to make sure you eventually see yourself in the same light he sees you

You'll notice that hes somehow even more gentle with you after you open up to him

He's always treated you like you're priceless and he's afraid you'll break, but now his featherlight touches and kisses are filled with a lot more love. devotion. adoration.

He also loves picking u up btw. just saying.

like imagine being carried by this hunk!! through the forest!!

with your arms around his neck too? 🥺

God Jason is so lucky to have you. let alone have known you at all

and he knows this!

invite me to the wedding pls

[bluebox-42]

I'm going to embarrass myself for science

I did shots for my 21st birthday. And decided to take notes because that's what I do. Here are the completely unaltered notes. May they be useful for writing or at least enjoyable to read.

Personal experience:

Coordination definitely shot but my instinct is that it isn’t, def. bad

There is a layer between and the world, might be nice if I didn’t crave a sense of control

-I meant between me and the world, is that my coordingation not working or something else?

Less instinct to censor, but still an ability

-might be cause I don’t want to get super drunk and am therefore not experiencing maximum drunkenness, but if my character has high tolerance might be fine

-also people might just take alcohol as an excuse

Thank god for autocorrect, again the lack of coordingation is real even I my instinct is that it is not

-later addition: might be interesting storywise? Maybe not

-is that a autism thing (thing took three tries to spell) or a practicing metacognition thing being able to tell I mean

-not having double vision, is that a real thing? Do autistic people not have it?

-I am having trouble tracking, prob. Because my lazy eye. Still no double vision

-this is maybe 7 shots in 3ish hours. I drank when there was a murder scene in Deadpool 2 nd that’s also how I timed it. The 7this the limit in terms of making coordination much worse. And the things below

-limbs are heavy, so is my head

-probably my reacctions are slower, hard to tell they are always shit

9- now everything is vague, I am forgetting things once they happen, still not double vision, just inability to describe things. I said forget, but it’s more like they fade into vagueness

-quiets the part of my brain that is analysing and double analysing everything social or otherwise

-now my vision is swimming

-alright that’s it I can’t do this anymore

-might take notes on a hangover, that’s probably not gonna be fun but I am curious so I want to experience it once.

-things that should be obvious aren’t? Like I it took a full minute to remember the container I took in case I vomited

-brain fog I can not stress this enough

-important to mention I am barely 5 1 and 138ish pounds

-the ringing in my ears got loud once it got quiet is that normal???

- I keep throwing my phone sorta, like I dropped it in the trash and keep losing it when I swing my arm

-one burden of inhibition gone, but I am still careful not to be a

-thought I typed out a swear wtf?

-I am on mobile right now, can’t disable autocorrect And I just now realised I shojld

-assume it took two tries at least to write any two syllable + word and sometimes one syllable ods

X-I am pbserving myself like a creature jn an exhibit lmao

-Everything feels lime a dream which might be liberating if I wasn't reminding myself it isn't constantly

- copied from discord, feels super.important

Oh the only none shot I drank was a cup of green tea. Might be important if I feel up to hangover notez

Is my executive dysfunction worse? Took 30 lminutes to turn off lights

-distance from my emotions is nice

Keep letting gravity throw.my head down is that a stjm?

-still spuraling (is this real or fake am I acting) might be cause J lack distractions

Is this existential dread? I don’t like

Closing my lazy eye helps me read probably normal

Mobile word is awful

Part of me wants to say “it’s so dark” but duh I turned off the lights. Is this small talk?

I’ve been fighting the urge to type the letter AAAAAAAA until I sleep. That’s normal but it’s harder

I guess being drunk doesn’t make you less you just less afraid

I’s that bad? Philosophy

Should turn my scree Timeout down. Feel a important

Where’d I put the throw up thing (1 am)

Found it

PReading is ha4d takes so much energy to do. L

Staying up late I guess

Pr9bably good, don’t wanna vomit and choke. Is that real? l

I need to sleep

Holding phone above my head it keeps sswinging

Why do I do tthis

Things swimming a lot is this double vision?

Movie and tjerfore drinking stopped at ????? N0 later than 11:30

Worth noting I am just looking at my phone which is 3 inches from my face

I use suggestions when.the words are too f*cked up to be recognized

Takes 3 troes to do anything I hate it

I take frequent breake so my head stops(1:20)

*spinning how did I not get that

I wanna take good no5es but the whole “deliberate poisoning” f*cos it up

· Spelling is hard ph9ne keys are so smsll

· Again coordination I think it’s fine but then this happened

· The distance frpm myselg6 idb52 3real

o Lmao I can tell this is useless (1:26 am)

o M

o Can’t Agop lahfinf 1:2

o So great

Cant stop laughing (1:37l

My little bro checked on me he’s so sweet

Also my cackling kept him up oops

Why is alcohol a depressant officially

Is it more or less authentic tp spellvjevk myself??

-I wanna do it cause damm

Still can’t stop giggling (1:51 am) I hate it but it’s hilarious

Also something rises in my throat (154 am

Do they give Nobel prizes for whatever thiz is?

So actually this feels like hysterical laughter or maybe laughter at the futility of existence

Maybe that’s why it’s a depressant (206 am)

The less coherent I get the more I feel the need to timestamp

Might just be me

All of this is just me

I can’t stream of consviousnesd other peppleS tthoughts

This doesn’t feel real still. But for real goodnight 217 am

Really I can’t believe the things happening are really ggappsning

230 time is less sped up tjam before but also just realised I didn’t have much trouble walking to.my bedroom. Which I’ll get measurements for in the morning

BTW I make references to a character, that's for a fanfic I am probably not gonna write but that's tied up with my other notes so I can't remove it

[love8888814thaccount]

o.m.g uh about moi ( me in french ) & what im into sexually ( turn onz updated daily ) ❤ 😵 😔 😝 😉 😃 💖 yea : love :

o.m.g part 1 ( about me )

l.m.a.o i know most people are not not going too read thiz but i want too add some info about myself so im going too because im a rebel with a cause i do & say what i want ( i alwayz have & i alwayz will ) thiz iz the regular stuff about moi ( me in french ) im god fearing im 100 % real my definition of real iz some 1 who iz 100% real 24 - 7,truthful,doez not betray,doez not abandon,loyal,there a freak but doez not smutt around there iz a difference in being a freak & being a smutt dont get it twisted i am t.f.o.t.f ( the freakiest of the freaky ) im the freakiest person that i know but i dont do anything & with just anybody i come into contact with i am apart of the l.g.b.t.q ( bi ) i am black & mexican i am very anti & depressed ( extremely )   becuzz i dont like what thiz world & the people in it have become i like to keep to myself often because society disgust me with their behavior i like to keep my circle az small az possible and i dont like people that try too take advantage of me or otherz or people who have secret agendaz for there own personal gain also i am very nice ( a little too nice ) / respectful / polite but i also i can be very mean / disrespectful / impolite ( but only if im pushed too that limit i dont act like that just too do do it nor do i like acting like that ) i have been through so much in my lyfe thatz why i have givin up on every thing & every 1 anybody that i have every come into contact with or loved haz turned there back on me at 1 point or another or died & i dont want that too be the case again i dont even try with people anymore i push people away so i wont get hurt anymore thatz why im a fucking savage heartlezz bytch i give 0 fuckz & i got 0 chill in me about thatz why im so anti now i used too love going out the house & i used too love getting too know new people but now the older i get the more i want too stay in the house & the lezz i want too be around people i have become extremely depressed & extremely anti & sometymez suicidal my my p.i.l ( passionz in lyfe ) are god,me,m,my neicez & nephewz ( 4 neicez & 5 nephewz ) toyz ( dollz & action figz ),video gamez,wrestling,music,fashion

&

part 2 ( what im into sexually which itz updated daily because im t.f.o.t.f ( the freakiest of the freaky ) )

thiz iz the sexual stuff about me im very open minded im very pervy,taboo,kinky,nasty,freaky i dont really have that many limitz ( but i do have a few ) i love that pervy,taboo,kinky,nasty,freaky type of sex i am bi i am a verse im into porn ( ,group,solo,bi,straight,gay,toon,amatuer,professional,fam ) / sucking,choking,licking on dick & ballz / licking & eating azz & pussy / chocking ( with handz ) / spanking / feet / p.s ( phone sex ) / sex in public placez / bating ( masturbating ) / trading vidz & picz / licking all over / c.p ( cream piez ) / cum swapping / hair pulling / sex toyz such az b.u.d ( blow up dollz ),dildoz,vibraterz,vibrating ballz,whipz,cuffz ,b.f ( blind foldz ),chainz,swingz,gagz,s.o.d ( strap on dildoz ),etc / c.t.c ( cam too cam ) / dancing & stripping / massagez / d.h ( dry humping ) / making people bust all over themselvez sometymez even in their clothez / using food / kissing / g.s ( golden showerz ) / leaving no part of each other untouched from top too bottom front too back left too right / fucking in front of people / exchanging sex storiez / when azz & pussy make noisez / i like all different typez of ethnicitiez & body typez / hooking up with other couplez ( rather it be by myself or with some 1 im dating ) / using the vid cam too capture it all / k.i.i.t.f ( keeping it in the fam ) /  g.s ( group sex ),g.b ( gang bangz ),orgy,d.p ( double penetration ) i only do sexual thingz with people that i gotten too know too a certain extent ( you never fully know someone some people dont even know themselvez ) i dont do randomz but itz hard too be into thiz type of stuff without some 1 trying too take advantage of moi ( me in french ) i want some 1 who can keep up with me in lyfe in general not just sex but itz hard too find people like that ❤ 😵 😔 😝 😉 😃 💖 yea : love :

[yeswevegotavideo]

Close to Home, So Far Away (Excerpt): Interlude - The End of the World

Full Fic: Close to Home, So Far Away by Mercury Starlight (Woolandwater)

Fic Summary: In 1941, Crowley saves Aziraphale's books, along with his corporeal form. That night, Aziraphale realizes he's done pretending he's not in love. But love between an angel and a demon flies in the face of the Status Quo, and neither Heaven nor Hell will stand for such a threat to their authority. To make an example of them, Gabriel and Beelzebub collaborate on a punishment much harsher than mere execution.What happens when Crowley and Aziraphale are allowed to keep their lives, but not their memories?Based on the meme/concept, "What if their punishment was forgetting each other?"

Rating: Mature

Chapter Warning: implied minor character death (See AO3 for other chapter-specific warning tags.)

Chapter Summary: Satan and Lucifer are two different people, sharing the same soul. So when Adam banished Satan from existence...what happened to Lucifer?

Notes: This is exactly as titled: a short interlude, rather than a full chapter. Mainly, I wanted to reassure my regular readers that I'm still working hard on this fic, and provide this finished scene to tide you over.

But I also think presenting this scene as a stand-alone chapter adds something to its weight. Hopefully you'll agree. :)

It probably goes without saying but, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE FANFIC AS A WHOLE. This is chapter 14 of Close to Home, So Far Away. If you’re spoiler sensitive and either a new reader or not caught up on the fic, read the full fic on AO3. If you’re a new reader who doesn’t mind spoilers, I hope this little tidbit sparks your interest in the fic! :)

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The Ethereal Plane

Lucifer stood in the doorway of His chambers, the ancient wooden arch towering over His already impressive height. The lift doors opened and Beelzebub stepped through, looking more irritated than He'd ever seen them before. Beelzebub stormed past Him and into the room beyond, which was a bit on the nose, frankly. It looked like a Gothic castle fit for Dracula, all thick stone and dark mahogany and rich, red velvet. Lucifer followed after them, eager and anxious all at once.

"Well?" He demanded, "What's the hold-up?"

"…He haz…refuzzzzed." They forced the words through clenched teeth, red-faced, one eye twitching.

Lucifer frowned, genuinely confused.

"I'm sorry, he what?"

Beelzebub could barely get the words out through their rage, "Your Son…hazzzz dezzztroyed the Horzepersonzzzz…and zzzztopped the Great War. He hazzz allied himzzzelf with…the humanzzzz…and referred to both myzzelf and the Archwanker Gabriel - collectively - azz, 'you lot'. He hazz no intention of fulfilling hizzz dezzzztiny."

Lucifer seethed, His fury rising as Beelzebub buzzed out their report.

"Defiance against his Creator," He muttered. "You know, that's rather disconcerting from the other side. Still, I suppose I can't fault him for the instinct. It's a demon's nature to rebel."

When He saw Beelzebub's expression change, He frowned even harder.

"What was that look?"

"My Lord…He appearzzz to have been compromizzed by a perzzonal relationzzhip with the traitor Crowley'zz," they sneered and swallowed back disgust, "…conzzzort."

Lucifer glowered, and the glittering stone walls darkened to matte black.

"Get back up there," He said, now barely containing his own rage, "And bring the boy down here. NOW."

"…I'm truly sorry my Lord, but I cannot. He haz banished the both of uz, myzelf and Gabriel. I am not phyzzically able to get cloze to him, nor to that pathetic little hamlet he livez in. Believe me, I tried az zoon az he banished me."

Lucifer shouted wordless rage at the ceiling and tore a nearby tapestry off the wall. Then He reigned-in his tantrum and gathered His thoughts.

"Fine. I'll collect him myself."

Beelzebub sputtered, "My…my Lord that'z…I mean thiz with the utmozt rezpect but…that'z impozzible." 1

"For me, perhaps," He said, a smirk playing on his lips, "But Satan's name isn't anywhere on that treaty, is it?"

Beelzebub returned the smirk, "No, my Lord. I don't believe it iz."

Lucifer's smirk widened into a grin, and a faraway rumbling indicated that with a simple thought from his counterpart, Satan was already on the move.

They waited, Beelzebub anxiously watching Lucifer, who monitored the situation via his mental link with Satan. A minute passed. Two.

And then, with a single statement from a single little boy, the Universe was instantly, irrevocably changed.

When the Morning Star Fell, His body and soul split in two, with Satan assuming the bulk of Their collective physicality and strength. Millennia later, Lucifer freely gave another piece of Himself to His Son. That piece held the parts of Himself which still carried the remnants of Creation, the echoes of the star-maker he once was, enabling the boy to tap into not only Infernal, but Celestial power. The plan was for the boy's soul to develop beyond even Lucifer's own strength, while remaining an extension of Lucifer Himself. After the child brought about the War, Lucifer would rejoin that topside bit of his soul, overtake the body's consciousness, and finally work His Will directly upon the Earth, freed from the confines of Hell. And all Lucifer had to do was split his soul into three.

But even when separated by distance, those three pieces of Lucifer's single soul were both interconnected and interdependent. They each drew their power from the same well: Lucifer's core. That was the point of contact between themselves and Hell's perpetual fountain of demonic power.

When Adam made his proclamation, he did not quite understand that the soul he carried was a part of a larger whole, and made of three parts, not two. He did not realize that the choice he made in that moment would hold consequences beyond ridding the world of the vile demon he saw before him. He knew only that the power inside him was resonant with the power the creature before him held, a power so familiar that he couldn't help but feel its pull.

In an attempt to contain that power, he reversed the pull, gathered it into himself, and merged it with his own, just as his Demonic Father had intended. He merely solved the jigsaw, saw the places where the souls were broken and joined them together at their shared edges. He hadn't even meant to, it was sheer instinct. An impulse. A child's simple solution to an impossible problem.2

But in that moment, Adam did something else, something Lucifer hadn't anticipated, hadn't even considered as a possibility; he rejected his assigned nature and refused his destined purpose. Adam always got what he wanted if he was patient. And right then, what he wanted was twofold: to control his own destiny, and to make the Devil go away, for good. So he did. And in doing so, he unwittingly changed the way his own soul interacted with his supernatural power, both Celestial and Infernal. Which in turn severed the connection between the three entities drawing from Lucifer's central core.

In the span of a sentence, three irrevocable Happened: As had always been the plan, Lucifer's vessel transferred its power, but not its consciousness, to its Earthly counterpart. Satan stopped existing altogether, his spiritual ties cut, his physical body banished from the material plane. And Adam Young's already unfathomably powerful soul became both whole, and wholly his own.

Adam spoke Truth into Existence. His words rang loud and present through All Worlds at once, the deafening echo shaking the Halls of Hell, effortlessly and unknowingly destroying everything Lucifer had ever been.

"You're not my dad, and you never were!"

Lucifer shrieked, an unholy wail the likes of which Beelzebub had never heard. He crumpled to the floor in anguish, wracked with obvious pain. The Emperor of Hell was not supposed to be capable of pain, of any sort. Beelzebub watched in baffled, impotent horror as their Lord writhed on the filthy ground, contorted in spiritual and physical pain alike. In seconds, His sleek, muscular form withered. His flawless marble skin grew weathered and sickly. His dark hair drained of color, not to the Celestial platinum it had once been, but to a dull, lifeless gray. His glorious wings began shedding their luminous feathers, leaving behind threadbare patches as their remaining neighbors soured, turned a mottled, greenish-brown, the color of rotted flesh. The color of death.

The chamber walls shuddered, cycled through forms faster than the laws of matter could keep up with. Beelzebub summoned a hastily-constructed shield as a hail of rock and molten fire showered down around them. Through sheer force of will, they managed to transport the wailing, convulsing demon-lord out of the chamber and into the lift. They knew the mechanism would still work. Hell was built to last and would remain unchanged, sustained by its own power, and the collective Will of all demon-kind. But Lucifer's chambers were His alone, and He…he…no longer held the power to sustain his projections. The doors slid closed just as the room lost cohesion entirely and collapsed, sealing off the empty, featureless arch, little more than a ragged hole in the earth.

As the lift made its slow ascent, Lucifer's screams died down and he lay sobbing on the ground, helpless, powerless, the last remnants of his soul clinging to something resembling life. Beelzebub knelt beside him, overwhelmed by the sheer lack of power radiating from the demon lying at their feet. His once all-powerful presence had been reduced to less than that of a human, and it was still fading, draining from him second by second. But their steadfast loyalty overcame the terror and revulsion at the once-Lord of Darkness' rapid decline. Beelzebub placed a hand on Lucifer's shoulder and he clutched at it, whimpering in delirium, muttering in a confused, paper-thin voice.

"No…no, help…no…I am All, I am…Lord, help, I am Light…all shall bow…no, no, I shall rule all Worlds…help, where are my angels, servants of my Light, my Darkness…there is no Light…no…Dark…gone…all gone…"

Summoning up a feeling they'd believed was long-dead, Beelzebub stroked Lucifer's brittle, wiry hair and spoke in a quiet, gentle voice, a tone very nearly resembling kindness.

"Shhh. I am here my Lord. Don't be afraid. I'm here."

Beelzebub was at Lucifer's side at the very Beginning, not of the World, but of the Universe. Beelzebub had been among the First Fallen, the angels who stood with Lucifer at the start of His Rebellion. They were, and always had been, one of Lucifer's most loyal soldiers, a devotion beyond measure even now, after every humiliation and abuse, every setback and denial. Beelzebub believed in Hell's place in the wider Universe, embraced their role within it, even as they resented the life that role had forced them into. Their personal feelings on the matter were irrelevant; they chose a life at Lucifer's side, no matter the cost. Beelzebub did not think they were capable of love. Indeed, they questioned whether any demon truly was. But if such a thing was possible, their love for Lucifer was as devout and unwavering as an angel's love for God, no matter how much they also hated Him.

Beelzebub was at Lucifer's side during the Creation of His Son. In the Time Before, Beelzebub had been one of the many angels tasked with inventing the lower life-forms. They brought into being any number of little creatures, including the last creation before their Fall, the flies which now defined their essential being. So when Lucifer made His plan to create the Antichrist, He came directly to Beelzebub for help. They used their pre-Fall skills and knowledge to help breathe life into the vessel which would hold a vital part of Lucifer's soul, and incubate it into a being of unimaginable power.

It was fitting, then, that Beelzebub was at Lucifer's side at The End - when everything they had ever worked toward, everything they had ever believed in, fell apart in their hands.

The lift shook with its familiar, unsteady shudder, helped along by Lucifer's quivering sobs.

"…Baelsebul…My most faithful…My dearest friend…"

Beelzebub closed their eyes and bit back the scream that threatened to escape at the sound of their Celestial name. They knew the name, they were able to understand it. Lucifer had never taken Beelzebub's memories of Before, preferring that his Princes remembered the Heavens as he did. He believed the memory would motivate them, allow their resentment to keep their hatred for all things Holy intact. But knowing the name didn't shield Beelzebub from its impact. There was nothing to be done about that - aside from Lucifer, the inability to tolerate one's own Celestial name was hardwired into a demon's very being. So Beelzebub heard, and they understood, and it felt like their soul was trying to escape their corporation in every direction at once.

But now was not the time to join Lucifer in madness. With every ounce of strength, they managed to pull themselves together, though their flies buzzed wildly for a few seconds. But they didn't know how long they would be able to keep it together. It wasn't merely their reflexive reaction to a Forbidden name which threatened their composure. It was that they knew Lucifer would never have used that name, certainly not in such a casual manner, unless he no longer understood where, or when, he was.

"Y-yes, my Lord?"

"…You will help me…preserve our ways? Join me…against the human…usurpers?"

For the first time in their life, angelic or demonic, Beelzebub found themselves on the verge of tears.

"…I will. Of courze I will. Alwayz. My life iz yourz, Lord Lucifer."

"Good…that's good…with your help I shall…always be Her…most beloved…maintain…my purpose…my stars…I need…my stars…"

Lucifer whimpered softly, either too weak or too addled to continue speaking. Beelzebub set their flies to buzzing what they hoped was a comforting rhythm as they sat, lost and overwhelmed on the floor of a rickety lift, the fading light of the Morning Star weeping pitifully into their lap.

1. The terms for Hell's existence were determined in the truce after the War in Heaven. The demonic denizens of Hell could come and go as they pleased. But Lucifer had been eternally banished from Heaven, and barred from ever physically manifesting on Earth. Hell was an eternal prison for not only the souls of the damned, but Lucifer's own.

2. Adam might never have seen the possibility of this solution had he not been actively, if subconsciously, processing the broken state of the mated souls he'd observed only moments before. What's more, had he not enacted this solution, he might never have thought to then turn around and do the same for the angel and demon at his side. Much of the course of the Universe is dependent upon mere circumstance. Much of the course of each individual life is dependent upon the lives and choices of those around them. It is altogether unclear (daresay, ineffable) whether these aspects of existence are a bug or a feature.