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callmeelle22 · 4 years ago

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Blue Dream III

Pairing: Iris West x Barry Alen

Rating: E

Chapter Word Count: 4, 559

Summary: A series of sporadic dates between Iris and Barry turn into something more, a story in its own making.

Chapter I: Primetime

Chapter II: It's Cool

Chapter III: Anything; It would make sense, she supposes, if looking at her also feels like this for him, like her heart beats in time with every breath he takes and like time slows or stalls or...like every minute here is infinitely longer and in these moments… in these moments, she thinks that the world must somehow tilt on its axis because she feels...i feel you comin' down like honey, do do you even know i'm alive?, do do you even know i, i... she feels… (Read below or on the AO3 link on the chapter title.)

Chapter IV: Comfortable

Chapter V: The Way

Chapter VI: Can't Take My Eyes Off of You

Chapter VII: I'm in Love with You

Chapter VIII: Blue Dream

Anything

Maybe I should kill my inhibition

Maybe I'll be perfect in a new dimension

On the Saturday the week after Barry’s impromptu visit, Iris finds herself down on Main Street about half an hour after 10 in the morning. Nearly the entire 8 blocks of the street are sectioned off, with a plethora of white tents set up on both sides of the street. She glances on as she makes her way down the sidewalk, as people set up books and jewelry and clothes; beer and wine and harder liquor; food and sweets and other treats.

It’s the setup for Central City’s Fall Fest, one of a multitude of fests in the city that Iris calls home. It’ll be open to the public in a few hours and, like usual, Iris will make her way up and down the blocks a few times, holding a beer in one hand and something fried on a stick in the other, a couple of bags filled with things she doesn’t need in the crook of her elbow.

Now, though, she steps into the alley that leads to the side door of Golden’s, an Asian and American fusion restaurant and bar owned by the parents of her best friend, Linda Park. She gives a heavy-handed couple of knocks and only moments later, Linda opens the door to let her in.

Iris first met the other women when they were in the 7th grade. Iris’s parents had divorced several months prior to a new school year and for reasons not then known to Iris, her dad had gotten full custody of her and six-year-old Wally. They’d moved into a new house on the other side of town and that had meant a new school for her. Linda had sat beside her in their homeroom/advisory class and the girl with beige skin and long dark brown hair was constantly scribbling something in a notebook. Iris had discovered that they’d been stories, usually with families as the starring characters. By then, Iris had begun to write in her own notebook—musings and wonderings about the neighbors she’d just met, about what it meant to be the oldest child of divorced parents. They’d bonded over their writing; well, that and being two of only a handful of girls at the school with skin darker than the pale and spray-tanned skin of their classmates.

For over a decade, it’s been Iris and Linda. Through the messy stages of puberty and their even messier interactions with high school boys; through late-night study binges and even worse interactions with college boys. Through the drug addiction that took Iris’s mom and the car crash that had put Linda’s older brother on life support until he’d succumbed to his own injuries, they’ve navigated it all together.

Now, life gets in the way. Linda, almost immediately after undergrad graduation, had begun shopping around a number of short stories and personal essays she had written until, finally, a publisher had bit and opted to publish them as an anthology. A few years and too many nights spent locked in a room later and Linda’s book is a New York Times bestseller. Iris’s own success story is pending. In addition to completing her graduate degree (which, at 26, she’d started late, after taking some time off and working at a local newspaper), she runs a blog, one she’d started by accident. Her middle school musings had become pointed interviews and, with the classes she’d taken in college, had gotten the necessary skills to begin writing up her own human interest stories. It’s amazing, she’s learned, what people will tell you when they can hide behind the face of someone else. What a Life You’ve Lived is growing in popularity, making some money too, and it’s starting to become more than just a hobby for Iris.

Neither Iris nor Linda is ever truly free; but in a concentrated effort to make time, they brunch at least twice a month. This morning, it’s at Golden’s (where Linda is working as a bartender while she writes her next book) because her parents want them to try out new menu items. When the door shuts behind them, Linda turns and gives Iris a hug, wrapping her arms around her neck. Iris returns it, smiling into her hair, her familiar lavender scent a warm comfort she didn’t know she needed.

“I’ve missed your beautiful face,” Linda says, squeezing her hard once before letting her go.

“Yeah?” Iris asks, mouth lifting in a smirk. “Is it because you’re tired of looking at Daniel’s beautiful face?”

Linda rolls her eyes. “Never, though I’d rather put my eye out before I tell him that.”

Linda has been dating her boyfriend Daniel Ngyuen, nerdy engineer and man ridiculously head over heels for her, for a few months, after they met at a book signing hosted by Linda’s parents.

“You’re ridiculous,” Iris tells her, and Linda preens in response.

Something in Iris tightens, a faint film of green clouding her view for all of a millisecond. She’s ashamed she even had the thought, that she feels anything but happiness at the light in her friend’s chocolate brown eyes or the glow in her cheeks. She’s not jealous of Linda, of course she’s not. But Iris can’t help but find some envy at the feeling of contentment that so obviously surrounds her friend and the juxtaposition of her own drifting existence.

It’s almost tangible, these differences, at least to her. Iris can see the confidence practically emanating from Linda’s dress-clad form, the long-sleeved maxi dress and tall sandals, her wavy shoulder-length hair, making her look a little like a goddess. But Iris imagines that’s what it must look like, to be at the start of a career you’ve always wanted, to have the love of a man you’re secure in, to just...know your place, your purpose.

And maybe Iris is being dramatic. She supposes she looks as put together as she’s always thought she needed to be in her light denim jeans, pale pink cropped sweater, and tan block-heeled sandals. She’s been wearing her natural hair out this week and the wavy curls are piled up in an artfully messy bun. Still, even if Iris can’t touch on why she feels so scattered, like all of the pieces that make up the whole of her are floating aimlessly around her body, she cannot deny that the feeling is there, taking up space in her head like the songs she latches on to keep focused, maybe I should pray a little harder, or work a little smarter.

They walk through the restaurant, bustling with the waitstaff preparing for the 11 am opening. Golden’s isn’t an overly large place, only able to fit about 50 people at a time, but Iris thinks it’s a part of the charm. It’s decorated in dark brown wood and bright white and gold light fixtures; the tables and booths are spread out in a way that allows for privacy, making customers feel as if they’re in their own little worlds.

Linda leads them to their usual table, one actually tucked into a little alcove where only the Parks and their guests are allowed to sit. At the table, there’s already a carafe of juice too close to red-pink to be orange juice, along with a bottle of champagne. Outside of the wine and marijuana Friday nights and the occasional party or club, Iris only really indulges in alcohol when she and Linda have these brunches. They slide into the booth and Linda immediately reaches for the champagne.

Over the next couple of hours, Iris is reminded of why, regardless of her own issues, she loves his woman. They laugh, sharing stories of Iris’s students and the customers who come into Golden’s. They get on each other’s nerves, making jokes and ribbing the other any chance they get. At one point, Linda’s parents come out, her honey-skinned Chinese mother Xuan and her dad Theo, Chinese and white with skin like baked sugar cookies, and Iris blinks adoringly up at the both of them, always lost in their beauty—both tall and elegant with ridiculous cheekbones.

“It’s sickening,” Linda mutters as she watches Iris watch them walk away, “how you look at them.”

“I’ve had a crush on your parents for as long as I’ve known them,” Iris replies. “If they ever want a thre-”

“Don’t you finish that fucking statement,” Linda gripes and Iris howls in laughter until Linda points out the attractiveness of Iris’s own father. “You know I’d always hop on the chance to be your stepmom.”

“And I’d happily sabotage your wedding day.”

“But it’d be worth it when I got to climb on top of Daddy West during the honeymoon.”

Iris throws a strawberry at her.

She hears him before she sees him. She’s been at Fall Fest for only about twenty minutes after leaving Golden’s, full and tipsy, walking through the steadily filling streets. Of all of the festivals in Central City, of which there are several (seasonal fests like the Fall and Spring fests; food fests like the Food Truck and Italian Food fests; cultural fests like the Juneteenth and Hispanic Heritage fests), the Fall Fest is one of her favorites. It’s during the best time of the year, when the sun is still blazing but the wind cuts through the heat. When the leaves have begun to drift off trees and dance onto the ground, changing into the shades of yellow and orange and red that only nature can paint. When the booths run the gamut in what they sell, from cooked and packaged foodstuffs, to clothes and jewelry, to dance or golf lessons. It’s the one festival, besides the Pan-African Celebration, that their entire family would attend, even for a few years after the divorce. Her parents would take off work and put aside their differences to spend time together--until Wally had felt too old and her dad had needed too many more work hours and her mom had gotten too lost; and then Iris had started coming with Linda and then, this year, alone.

But she doesn’t dwell—she tries not to dwell these days—and besides, she’s just heard him.

He doesn’t sound any different in the light of the day. In her head, she keeps hearing him as he is in the throes of passion, when his voice is more of a throaty curse, when it’s a rumble against her heated flesh. Here, out here with children screaming from their blocked-off sections and ladies laughing as they smell through candle selections and men arguing from the faux sports bars set up at random tents, he should sound like anyone else. He shouldn’t even be heard over the music coming from the speakers they can’t see—down for the ride, down for the ride; you could take me anywhere; do do do down for the ride, down for the ride; you could take me anywhere; i hope you will, I hope you will, I hope you will—or the sheer noise that’s true for events like this. But he is.

She looks up, ignoring the woman still trying to convince her to buy a bottle or three of perfume, and she sees him, right at the booth beside hers. He’s with two other men, one shorter with light brown skin and dark brown eyes and black hair pulled back in a ponytail; the other only a bit taller than the friend, with skin darker than Iris’s, glasses, and a short afro. Iris vaguely thinks that the three of them together are some sort of setup for a bar joke. They’re dressed similarly, in pants and t-shirts, though Iris’s eyes catch onto Barry’s hunter green chinos and white shirt, the beige pocket square matching his desert boots. All three of them have relatively full beers in their hands and Iris is looking at the cup in Barry’s hand (or rather, his fingers wrapped around the cup) for about three seconds before it jerks, beer spilling out. She looks up to find he’s looking back at her too, muttering “Iris,” in surprise.

She watches her hand and smiles back at him, a bit awkwardly, stepping away from the booth where the woman has already moved on to a new customer.

“Hi Barry,” she responds, walking over to them. She spares a glance at the other two, the Black man looking at her curiously, the Latino man a bit more humorously. “Fancy seeing you here.”

It’s not her smoothest line, but Iris thinks she might be in shock. When he’d left her, again, before she woke up on Saturday morning, she’d found his number written in tiny handwriting on the notepad on her desk, the unimaginative “call me” scribbled beneath it. She hadn’t. She’d thought about; oh had she.

On Monday, she’d debated calling him up to grab a coffee during her break. On Wednesday, she’d gotten an email about a new story and she’d wondered, for a moment, what he might think about it. But then she’d thought of his sweet mouth telling her “I wanted to know if it was as good as my memory,” and she had decided that he likely wouldn’t care about her days.

Now, he gives her a thorough once-over, probably remembering, and Iris feels a flush of heat run through her that she knows has very little to do with the warm late September sun.

“Iris,” he says again, his voice a touch higher than normal. His companions look at each other, eyebrows raised.

“Iris,” the long-haired one repeats, laughter coloring his tone. “I’m Cisco.”

“And I’m Chester,” says the one with dark skin, and they both stand there looking at her, grinning like loons until Barry cuts in.

“Alright, stop being weird.”

They don’t. Barry rolls his eyes and pushes past them to stand in front of her. Even with the heels she’s wearing, she has to stretch her neck a little to look up at him.

“Hey,” he says, this time lower, a soft breeze on her skin.

“Hi,” she repeats, just as softly.

The sounds of the carnival don’t disappear so much as they become muted, such as if she were submerged in water or if there was a rushing in her ears, because everything becomes background noise save for the concentrated sound of his voice.

“You didn’t call,” he says to her.

“I—” she starts, but she’s got nothing to say, not anything that won’t make her sound needy or desperate.

“Hey Barry,” Cisco calls.

“Yeah?” Barry answers, but he doesn’t turn away from her. No, he’s looking at her still, assessing her almost. He’s trying to figure something out, she decides, or at least that’s how it seems, what with the way he stares so intently, blue-green eyes pouring into her, bringing up images of them staring up at her from between her thighs, bringing out impressions that feel like more than lust, like more than just two people who’ve only ever bared their bodies to each other.

“We’re gonna go to another tent,” Chester says. “Catch up with you later.”

“Alright,” is the reply, those eyes glittering like the sea in the afternoon sun, still fixed on her. There’s a slight frown to his mouth, and when he speaks again, she can’t tell if he’s reached his conclusion or not.

“Walk with me?”

She nods before she even thinks about it. “Sure.”

They start back down the path. The booths are in abundance this year; it’s a bigger festival than she’s seen before. For a while, they don’t talk. They walk side by side, arms brushing every so often, stopping at booths that catch their attention. For him is a booth with a variety of multi-piece puzzles, some featuring landscapes and gardens, others of the solar system or space. For her, it’s one selling notebooks, beautiful leather-bound journals. She stops, enthralled, picking up one in coral-colored leather with rose-gold edging.

“We can also engrave the name,” the sun-tanned woman with pale blonde hair behind the tent says. “Or you can order custom colors.”

Iris nods, murmurs, “these are really nice,” and continues flipping through the heavy cream paper in the coral notebook. These days, much of her writing gets done on her overused Macbook; it’s just easier that way. But when she writes, for herself—little anecdotes about her day, her feelings spelled out in poetry—she does so in notebooks like these.

“You’re a writer,” Barry wonders and it’s a statement as much as it’s a question.

“Yeah.” She looks up at him and nods. “I’m actually getting my master’s in journalism.”

She puts the journal down once she notes the $40 price tag and thanks the woman as they walk off, Iris looking back at the notebook with longing.

“I also run a blog,” she tells him, and the words tumbling out of her mouth are a shock.

“Really?” he looks at her in surprise. “What’s the site? Is it popular?”

It’s not like she’s embarrassed of her blog or anything, but it feels different, to tell people she knows about her work. Because it’s one thing for strangers to read what she types out in earnest, and in tears and in vulnerability, but it’s something altogether different for people she knows to do the same. They aren’t her stories, not actually, but they are always her words, always her emotions she puts into them, and it feels too, too telling somehow.

“It’s growing in popularity,” she tells him, because she’s the one who opened this can of worms. “It’s called What a Life You’ve Lived.”

He hums, like that means something to him, but before she can ask what, two kids come barreling through the aisle. Iris tries to step out of the way and she slips, her heel catching in a small crack in the asphalt. Her knees buckle, but before she can hit the ground, Barry’s arms are around her. One of his large hands holds onto her, pressed against the bare skin of her belly, and then she’s pressed fully against him.

It’s absurd how much she likes the feel of him—the slim but corded muscles in his arms, the apparent strength in his fingers; and she likes the smell of him too, the faint hint of his laundry detergent mixed with the heat of the sun mixed with the citrus of his cologne. It’s another moment (™), which doesn’t make sense because he’s only just caught her from falling. But he’s looking at her like there is more in her gaze besides the brown of her irises, the flutter of her lashes. It would make sense, she supposes, if looking at her also feels like this for him, like her heart beats in time with every breath he takes and like time slows or stalls or...like every minute here is infinitely longer and in these moments… in these moments, she thinks that the world must somehow tilt on its axis because she feels...i feel you comin' down like honey, do do you even know i'm alive?, do do you even know i, i...she feels…

“Are you alright?”

Barry’s voice is quiet, too quiet for the energy they’re surrounded by. And maybe she doesn’t even hear it as she does read the movement of his pink mouth.

“Yeah, I am.”

He straightens, then, and gives her a half-smile. “You know, Iris, if you wanted to fall all over me, you could have just called.”

He likely had been trying for levity, but it’s pointed, right there at the end. She steps away from him and he lets her, his fingers sliding along the small of her back until they’re no longer on her skin. It leaves her cold

(only that can’t be true, because it’s far too warm out)

and she watches as he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

“I was waiting on your call, Iris.”

They've moved into a corner where the direction of the festival booths turn right. Straight ahead of them is a 21+ section; it features a stage where performances will begin around 5 as well as a number of makeshift bar stations. There’s a similar set-up with kid-friendly activities on the other side of the festival. Barry’s friends are standing at one of the bar stations talking to two women, both with chestnut-brown skin and long kinky hair. Iris’s eyes shift to take in the rest of her surroundings, to the sound of people laughing and the couples holding hands and the families who seem elated to be together on a day like today.

When she turns back, Barry is patiently watching her, head tilted to the side, expression thoughtful, like it always tends to be.

“Have dinner with me tonight,” Barry suggests “We can walk around some more. And once we get sun-tired, I can take you to this spot that I like nearby and we can talk. Maybe about why you didn’t call.”

She licks her lips, pulls the bottom one between her teeth. She hedges, long enough to tell herself that this would be a foolish endeavor, that she should just say no, that he’s nice and cute and what harm would it do. But, really, when he asks, those cyan eyes gleaming and his cheeks faintly pink and his face so goddamn hopeful it almost makes her look away, she really has no other choice.

“Okay, sure.”

She doesn’t tell him why she doesn’t call.

What she does is tell him about her dad and how she’s always been in awe of him, of his grace and his strength and the lessons he’d taught her. She tells him about Wally, who’s brilliant and searching, trying to figure out his way (not unlike her, though this she doesn’t say). She tells him about Linda, her sister in all of the ways that count, who’s always with her, even when she isn’t. And when he asks, because of course he does, she tells him about her mother who was beautiful and kind, all the way until sickness took her away.

She tells him this because he tells her first, about a larger-than-life father whose proximity to wrong-doing bureaucrats had landed him in prison, and an easy-going mother whose life had ended because someone else had been desperate for the money in her purse.

They do indeed walk around ‘til they’re tired, until around 6. Then Barry takes her to a little American bistro where they pride themselves on grass-fed meats and homegrown vegetables. They devour burgers the size of their heads and a mountain of fries that deserve their own table. He stuffs her with food and a piece of pie after, and he asks her some questions. He wants to know her favorite color and the television show she’s currently watching and if she’s always wanted to be a writer: yellow and Bridgerton and only since her parents’ divorce, when she’d needed to know that hers was only a unique story—or maybe she had needed confirmation that it wasn’t. She wonders about his dream job, his favorite hobby, the one thing he wishes he could do: forensic scientist, which he is, amateur theater, and getting his dad out of prison. That opens up a space for more convolution than should be allowed on a first date, and so she asks him more about amateur theater.

After, he walks her back to where her car is parked past Golden’s. When they get there, he listens for the sound of her car alarm, and then he turns her around, pressing her back against her car door. He walks closer, a hand at her waist, the other reaching up to cup the back of her neck, thumb circling lightly around her throat.

“Thank you for dinner,” she whispers. “I had a really nice time.”

“Yeah?” His mouth ticks up, that half-smile that is somehow both charming and a little bit maddening. “Enough that I might get a kiss?”

She tilts her head as if in thought, even as she gives in to her desire to touch him too, reaching up to finger at the faint moles dotting her cheeks. She only barely nods her acquiescence when he closes whatever distance is left and kisses her. Iris is always surprised by how warm his mouth is, by how sweet he tastes. He tastes like the apple pie they had earlier, but also like early sunset coffee on cool fall mornings and like how slow sex in the middle of the night feels.

He’s gentle in some ways, his mouth moving slow against hers, his tongue licking into her mouth like he’s trying to find life inside of her. But he’s a little rough too, squeezing at her waist so he won’t fondle her in the middle of the street, tightening his hold on her throat, only a little, but enough that Iris begins to feel the action in the throb of her sex. They kiss, eyes closed, her own fingers scratching at the nape of his neck, her hips thrusting against his in time to the flick of his tongue across her bottom lip, until she feels the swell of his dick against her belly and her loud moan tears him away from her.

“Fuck Iris,” he all but growls, licking his lips as he looks her over, a little wrecked. She hadn’t even realized she was doing it, playing with the soft strands of his hair, until she notices it’s all messy, matching the state of his swollen mouth, his wrinkled skirt, the heavy dent in the center of his pants. She wonders what she looks like.

“Get in the car, baby.”

Wide-eyed at the endearment outside of sex, Iris does as he tells her to, sliding in and buckling up before he closes the door. When the purr of her engine starts, he motions for her to roll her window down. She does, waiting as he plants his elbow on top of the car, bending his lean frame down so that his face is level with her.

He smiles softly at her. “Go out with me next Sunday.”

She bites at her lip, if only to give herself another moment to breathe. Because this date would be moving beyond a two-night stand, beyond an impromptu date, far beyond kissing on the side of the street.

“What time on Sunday?”

“Early afternoon,” he says and leans in even closer. “I’ll pick you up.”

She nods before she can talk herself out of it, even if she knows that she should. Barry motions for her with a crook of one of his long fingers, and it makes her think of what’s been playing in her head, of down for the ride, down for the ride; you can take me anywhere, and when she comes to, he places a sweet kiss on her mouth.

“I’ll see you next week,” he says, pulling away slowly.

And then Iris watches him—his strong and assured walk, his compelling and commanding aura—until she can’t see him anymore.

Do do do down for the ride, down for the ride

You could take me anywhere

I hope you will, I hope you will, I hope you will

#westallen fanfiction #strangers to lovers #iris west #barry allen

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cosmiceverafter · 4 years ago

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Game, Set & Match

Chapter 4 of the Legend series.

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Summary: The group hangs out together at the Wild Pony.

I'm so sorry it's been so long since I've updated! I returned to work, and life has been crazy. But I'm excited to continue the Belmanes' story, as well as have background Malex flirting. Because why not?

Enjoy!

Isobel hadn't felt this excited for a Saturday night, in what felt like years.

A few of them were going to have a casual night at the Wild Pony, and to her utmost delight, Gregory agreed to join in.

She couldn't figure out what to wear, which wasn't the norm for her. Isobel had already gone through several outfits. The evidence was the volcanic pile on her bedroom floor.

Was she going for a chic widow? Or a sultry alien?

Isobel shook her head as she stared at her disheveled reflection in the mirror, "You need to get a grip here."

Truthfully, she was nervous—it had been a long time since she had been around someone she had liked. And the last time didn't go so well. She had to keep reminding herself that Gregory was nothing like Noah.

Finally, she just decided to keep it casual with a dark blue v-neck shirt and her jeans with the knee holes. They made her ass look good. Her hair was down in loose curls, with light makeup.

The final touch was her brown boots.

That'll have to do, she thought, as she put on her nude lipstick.

When she felt confident enough, she was on her way.

As she entered the Wild Pony, her body was tingling with a thrill of anticipation.

Isobel needed to tell herself it was just a guy, an old "friend," but her heart knew better.

Her boots stuck to the floor as she stepped foot into the dive bar. Yet, instead of disgusting her, it grounded her. She desperately needed it as she saw the boys standing up against the bar with their drinks.

Including Gregory.

Her heart began pounding, and she took a deep breath.

She could hear Michael narrating a story, and Alex and Gregory joined in with laughter. Isobel couldn't spot Forrest anywhere. She couldn't help but wonder if there was trouble in paradise.

"Hi, boys," she called out.

They all turned to look at her, and Gregory's face broke out into a slow grin. It was breathtaking.

Michael and Alex said hi, Alex even greeted her with a hug, which she loved.

Gregory hung back slightly. Was there a chance he was as nervous as she was? "Hey there, Evans."

"Well, hello to you, too." Their eyes lingered on each other, and the background noise began to fade away. She shook her head and asked them, "So what are we all drinking?"

They held their drinks up, and Michael went on another tangent she wasn't tracking. Something about the service being slow and that he could do a better job...yada, yada, yada. She was too busy staring at how damn good Gregory looked tonight.

He had a black shirt on with a jean jacket and dark, tight jeans. Gregory also wore a long silver necklace with a turquoise pendant that she assumed he got from the reservation. She wanted to grab it to pull him towards her, just to make sure he smelled as good as he looked. His hair was messy, and Isobel couldn't help her mind from wandering at the thought of her fingers running through it. Tugging. Pulling.

The man was gorgeous. The Manes family had issues, but their style wasn't one of them.

Alex was wearing his black leather jacket and a white tee, and she couldn't help but smirk at the way Michael's eyes kept lingering on his former love.

Some things never change.

The sexual tension surrounding the air of the bar was thick enough to slice a knife through.

Isobel moved in closer to Gregory, and he momentarily looked startled as he bit his lip, which caused her to forget how to breathe.

What was air anyway? She felt like she was in high school again.

"So," Gregory cleared his throat with an alluring yet soft smile. "I owe you that drink. What'll it be?"

"Hm...How about we all take a shot?"

Alex laughed, looking at Gregory, "Only one, though, my brother here would be under a table if he has more than that."

"He's not kidding," Gregory agreed, looking slightly embarrassed. "But, I think I can handle one."

"Good to know, then we won't have to carry you out of here," she said with a wink.

"I'm sure he wouldn't mind that, Iz," Michael replied, wiggling his eyebrows and giving her a soft nudge.

Gregory flushed, and Isobel glared at Michael. Of course, he would do that. That was usually her role. Usually, she wouldn't mind the exposure, but being around Gregory was so different.

Before things got too awkward, she saw Max walk in. She had convinced her brother to come out for one drink. The poor alien had been down-and-out since Liz had skipped town. She knew they were having a hard time, and there were problems to be solved, but sometimes you just needed to let loose and not worry so much about the future. And her brother was long overdue in that department.

Max walked up to them and waved.

"Surprised you showed up," Michael smirked.

"Be nice," Alex muttered as he pushed his shoulder into Michael's. Michael froze and stared at Alex's face. The two of them and their feelings were so apparent that Isobel wanted to tell them to just go in the back room already.

Isobel hugged her brother, "Shot?"

"Yea, what the hell. Why not?" Max said solemnly. He looked over at Gregory, "Hey man, how are you?"

Gregory was polite as ever as they exchanged pleasantries, and Isobel felt happiness spread throughout her body. Gregory fitted right in with the group.

As the bartender poured their tequila, Isobel turned to Alex, "So where's Forrest tonight?"

Michael stiffened and faced the bar. Alex's eyes glanced over Michael's back, "He is out of town for business."

Max looked at Michael, failing at not being overly obvious. She had a thing or two to teach her brother about being discrete.

She nodded and played it cool, "Nice, well, we're glad you could join us!"

Alex smiled, "Of course. Wouldn't miss it. You're my crew."

Isobel took note of Michael's lips, which were now forming into a small smile, and she felt suddenly felt at ease. She liked Forrest, she did. He was a superb guy, a diamond in the rough desert even. But she wanted Michael and Alex to find their way back to each other. You could feel their love; it was palpable.

She truly believed they were meant to be together. Forrest would understand that. How could he not?

Besides, Alex didn't look too upset that his significant other wasn't there. Maybe there was hope for these two cosmic fools yet.

"That or the fact there's absolutely nothing else to do in this hellhole town," Michael retorted with a shake of his curls.

Count on her other brother to say the wrong thing at the perfect moment.

"Amen to that," Max murmured in agreement as he reached for the shot glass.

She moaned internally.

Was she the only alien with game?

Alex just shrugged, pulling his gaze away from Michael as he took a sip of his drink.

"He speaks the truth," Gregory replied as Michael turned to hit their glasses together. "This town is somethin' else."

"That it certainly is," Michael sneered, shaking his head. "Something vile and disturbed."

"Okay, okay, enough of that," Isobel exclaimed as she pointed towards the tequila. She was going to have to be the ringleader of what fun meant. "Let's move on to bigger and more delicious things."

As they held out their shot glasses together, Alex suggested, "What do we cheers to?"

"How about new chapters?" Isobel responded as her eyes flickered to Gregory, who was already staring at her.

That sentiment would apply to all of them. "To new chapters!" they collectively said.

Isobel was eager to see what that meant for them all.

***

As the night went on, Gregory felt himself relax more. He had been so damn uptight when he had first arrived at the Wild Pony. It hadn't helped when Isobel had walked in looking the way she had.

The girl was breathtakingly beautiful, and he had to remind himself to stop staring. He didn't want to be creepy, but damn, it was hard to look away.

They were all having so much fun, even Isobel's brother Max. Something was going on with the guy because he had looked miserable. Now he just looked drunk.

"I mean, we all make mistakes," Max said as he weaved slightly. "I mean, that's what it means to be human, right?"

"Absolutely," Gregory replied, "especially people like my father."

"Oh yea, that man was full of mistakes, wasn't he?" Max froze and grimaced, "Sorry...um, may he rest in peace."

Gregory laughed without humor, "No, you don't need to add on that tagline, Max. He doesn't deserve it."

"Okay, good," Max sighed as he patted Gregory's back, "Just an observation, but Jesse was an absolute dick."

Now Gregory laughed for real, "You'd be correct with that observation, my friend."

He couldn't help but only halfway listen to Max Evans. Gregory didn't want to talk about his father; he was much too busy watching Isobel leaning over the pool table.

The way her ass looked in those jeans of hers.

Damn...

She was a freaking goddess, and the alcohol was lowering his control. His innermost desires were rising to the surface.

Finally, Isobel made her way over, and he couldn't ignore how he felt at watching her hips sway in that way.

She leaned in closely, really close to the point they were touching. Her gaze was a look of pure lust, "You're up." Gregory couldn't help but take a glance down at his pants. When she giggled slightly, he was nonplussed as he breathed in the smell of her. Gregory knew it was weird to think, but she smelled like fresh rain and lavender.

Billiards. She meant the game.

He had to get a handle on himself before he did something foolish, like kiss her in front of everyone on top off the pool table—something he desperately wanted to do. All night it had been on his mind...her soft lips upon his.

Gregory's mind started spinning, and it wasn't because of the tequila. "I'll be back. It's my turn," he told Max, who was now drinking the water that Isobel handed him.

Michael laughed, "What a lightweight."

"I think I'm about there as well," Alex replied as he sat in the tall chair, his cue stick falling into him.

"I'm disappointed, Manes. We have a game to win!" Michael teased as he watched Alex. "And besides, I thought it was your brother who couldn't handle the alcohol, not you."

"Well, I can handle a few shots, but I definitely cannot keep up with you," Alex exclaimed as he took a large sip of his water.

Michael grinned slowly, his eyes slowly moving up and down Alex's body, "We both know that's not true."

Gregory's eyebrows shot up in surprise even though he knew he shouldn't be. Of course, Michael would flirt with his little brother. After all, this was Michael Guerin, the man who was still madly in love with Alex.

Alex hesitated before returning the smile, "Okay, well, as far as liquor goes."

"Mmhmm. Okay, then," Michael responded as he licked his lips, humor slowly morphing into something else entirely. Gregory felt a bit embarrassed as if he were invading their private moment. Thank goodness for Isobel.

"Alright, alright, you two...we get it, now Greg, let's win this game so Michael can finally get off of that high horse of his." He nodded and tried to focus on the game. But that focus evaporated as soon as Isobel walked around the table. She leaned down to whisper in his ear, "If you win this for us, I'll cook you dinner."

Oh my—she was flirting with him. Isobel wanted a real date with him, and God, did he want one with her.

No pressure.

Now it was his turn to attempt flirting, "Oh really? Is that so?"

Isobel nodded and gazed into his eyes. She licked her full lips, and Gregory couldn't help but weave into the table like a spellbound idiot. "And I'll have you know that I don't cook for just anybody either."

Shakily, he breathed out as he moved closer, "Message received, Evans." And since he was probably making a fool of himself already, he decided to add, "This won't be the same kind of date that was promised to Jake Mulligan though, right?"

Now it was Isobel's turn to be affected; her hand went onto the table to steady herself. But then she regained her perfect composure, "Greg, this will be nothing like that. I can promise you that."

Score.

"Thank you, Evans. That's the confirmation I needed to hear." Gregory turned to take the shot with confidence, sinking the ball instantly into the pocket.

Game, set, and match.

#belmanes #malex #my fic

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princebete · 4 years ago

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What characters have you cosplayed or plan to cosplay soon? :)

awww--Thank you for asking! I’m gonna put this here just so I don’t take up the dash-- cuz I get reallllly excited talking about this stuff

So for this cosplay that I am actively working on. It is for an online competition of sorts. I am working on the Anastasia ball gown from when she sings Once Upon A December-- except it is going to be a transformation gown ( that’s if I have enough time to get it the ballgown done first, and then work on the pre-transform outfit and figure out the rigging, otherwise it’ll just be the gown).

But, if I get it fast enough-- this is ideally what I am planning. And the way I plan it will be similar to the cinderella onstage transformation in the Cinderella R&H revival back in 2013

I am making a few creative changes to the gown as well( nothing major,) to flatter my shape a bit more. The swatches -- hopefully that yellow isn’t too yellow. I uh just bought like 7 yds of it on Etsy. sooooooo... well I guess it could do well for a Belle gown-- but that’d be a big oopsy. Anyways, the velvet and satin dark blue are for the sash/bow. The velvet is the outside while the satin is the “ lining” but when tied in the back, I am hoping it flips around so that you see the beautiful satin. The same goes for the bow-- it’s just gonna look extra. And then for the gown itself, I went with a bridal satin... I have not gotten the organza/tulle yet that I am thinking of using as an overlay on the satin??? That’s still in the works-- but my thought was to create a sweetheart neckline bodice, and then put an overlay on top of it to give it the illusion that it has straps-- still working that out.

Won’t know until I have all the fabric in one place-- things change as you go. But the idea is to make it similar to how I had my wedding dress bodice-- which is the lower middle there. I have some Preciosa flatback rose Chaton ab crystals on the way-- and some in yellowish gold which ill adorn the gown arbitrarily just to make it blingy and extra and because sparkle. I am at a loss whether to add any kind of trims-- as in piping/lacey bits. I really like the simplicity in this, and that it just sparkles and the textures of the velvet, satin and tulle/organza/net[whichever one works out] all come together. OH! and the sleeves are going to be like these wispy things. and that is in chiffon to compliment the other blues. I am SO scared that it’ll come out looking more purply lavender blue and not really blue. But that’s what dye is for!

I am so sorry I talked into a novel there. But yeah that is the most active thing. I have some other designs but who knows if the will make it into 2021? But here are a bunch I got on the face of my cosplay binder ( this also include Mark, my husband’s characters)

Tinkerbell and Terence

Zelda (ceremonial dress) & Link BOTW although I am debating Mipha over Zelda-- it’s just that this looks like an easy build.

Rydia of the Mist from the After Years & Edge ~ FF IV the after years

Porom & Caine ~ FF IV the after years

This Chibiusa-esque Sailor Moon Design I found by Azure & Copper ( I call her Sailor Neo Eternal Moon or something also it has WINGS like 4 of them! )

Anastasia ** & Dimitri

Kiki & Tombo ( I have a closet cosplay of Kiki)

Megman & Rolle(megaman would be of my own design that I combine with multiple versions. I have the idea to get my husband to program a rapsberry pi to make some moving equipment and lights etc.)

Elsa 5th Spirit & Jack Frost from rotg /// or Elsa with the Nokk ( i have this in like.... pieces right now... since a year ago?-- she was supposed to go to Katsu last year for my honeymoon but didn’t make it. However, it’s all there..... in pieces TT^TT) & A Jack Frost Design ( I combined his outfit with Kristoff’s? So like boots and fur lining etc.) I’ve also considered making Mark into The Nokk-- but that would be a crazy interpretation. Like ... think Centaur costume with a horse head or idk-- i never got into the design ideas. i would have to take a poll on cosplay amino

Nausicaaaaa & Asbel

Haru & Baron from the Cast Returns ( in their ball attire)

Helios & Princess Chibiusa (grown-up style-- so think like Dark Lady hair with the princess dress)

Groose & Zelda ~ Legend of the Skyward Sword

Thumbelina & Cornelius ( i have parts of corny somewhere and then bits of thumbelina scattered across stuff)

Lvl 10 Jester and Caleb

PHANTOM ACE ( he is in the manga and is a love interest that just wreckkkks & Codename Sailor V I have her on my dressform as we speak--- but ever since going to this Sailor moon cosplay help panel at Katsu, I have recognized the error in my ways, specifically towards the fabric!! So I would like to fix this---

I also have this design for a historically inspired version of Princess Aurora

Sailor She-ra as well ( it’s got armour for dayyyys)

Regency Inspired Rapunzel-- I tried this before and it failed. Also I HATED the gown. So I am doing it again! <3 And Eugene too

I am also making stays/corsets to help with the overall silhouette shapes of some of these --

But yeah-- I really don’t believe I’ll get to all of this. That would be insane, however, I’d like to make a YT channel that follows the making of all of this and other stuff! But phew! Thanks for asking, that was a lovely question and I enjoyed responding to it.

(o^^)o o(^^o)

#cursed #wear snow white and white diamond #poisoned apple #ask thing #nonnie asking me about myy stufff 🥺 👉👈#Anonymous #ooc #I YEAH i forgot to mention who i have cosplay #I have cosplay snow white #diamond from land of the lustrous #white diamon from steven universe #red blood cell from cells at work #a evil punk snow white #Jester lavorre #kiki #eilonwy #rapunzel #marionette from mirculous lady bug #a lot of these weren't like overly professional just closet cosplay stuff with wigs but it got the point across XD #minako aino in school uniform #elpheba-- esmeralda and belle for when i used to sing on smule -- but i dont really count those cuz i literally just pinned random things li #elphaba** excuse me #i should also say that my cosplays are on the sprectrum of looking like complete crap but with a nice wig and good makeup #or over the top decadent elaborate looking thing #and the elaborate ones are far and few between-- and there are no IN between for like elaborate and cruddy looking costumes for me #it's quite amusing #but for cons i think im gonna put together some fun cosplays for doing normal stuff like party #or like rave [if i do that] or just chillin with friends #I've done the whole to a party room-con #andddd lemme tell youu

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typicallylatetothefandom · 4 years ago

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Five Nights At Freddy's: Fazbear Frights [Hocus Pocus]

(SCOTT CAWTHON DID NOT MAKE THIS STORY: THIS IS MY STORY)

Anna Vincent. That was the name of a high school girl. She was pale and thin, her dirty blonde hair was usually in a ponytail, and she had vivid blue eyes- not to mention that her outfits usually are comprised of a hoodie, sweatpants, and simple sneakers. Nothing special, but she was never the type of person to really want to stand out- mainly due to her hobby. Specifically her hobby of drawing and designing animatronics for possible pizzeria places and other children's establishments since she wants to be an Imagineer when she gets older, and the reason for this is all due to her father. Her father was a kind soul- albeit a little neglectful, although she can't blame him since he has to run one of the many Freddy Fazbear's in that the United States, and his also being one of the most popular by being the only pizzeria to have, as he puts it, 'special guest characters', where an animatronic that has never been seen before gets put into their own stage in a separate room of the pizzeria- however Anna doesn't remember any of the special guests. Even though when she was little she went to Freddy's a lot, once she got older, her father didn't allow her to. She thinks that it was shortly after she had made her first animatronic ever. She doesn't remember what the animatronic looked like, but she remember the name of it. Her name was Catherine, and that's sadly all she could remember, which made her a bit upset. She remembered how she showed her dad, he grabbed it and said he loved it, and never gave the picture back to her. That day, when she was walking back from school- she decided to go and ask her father

Soon enough, she walked into her house with a light slam of the squeaky door, and she sees her father, dark brown hair and vivid blue eyes like her own, dressed up for something as he had just finished a phone call

"Hey dad" Anna said "I have a small question for you"

Her father turned to her and gave her a smile

"Of course princess, what is it?"

Anna cringed a little. She didn't like when her dad would call her that

"I was just wondering if you remembered my first animatronic I ever designed"

Her dad put a finger and thumb under his chin as he thought for a moment before he sighed

"Sadly no, I'm sorry. But I'm also in a hurry! Someone wants to sell me some new animatronics, but I need to see them all, but he's in another state. I'll be gone for a couple of days at most, and I did try asking him to bring them here, but he's not that reasonable. You know the rules. No staying out after dark, there's some money in case you wanna go to the store to get yourself anything and-"

"Yeah dad, I know" Anna interrupted, still a bit upset that she yet again had to be home alone- but was basically used to it by now

"Good. Thank you for understanding" Her father said, patting her on the head a bit as he walked to the door "I love you" he said

"Love you too, dad" Anna mumbled, crossing her arms a bit as her father left. She was now by herself in the house- no one to supervise her, but instead of doing something any normal kid would do at her age- sneak some alcohol drinking in, stay up all night, and just overall break the normal house rules, Anna wanted to know where the picture was. She looked around for what seemed like days, even if it was just a simple hour or two, for the picture of Catherine. She didn't know why, but she needed to see the picture. It was special to her. But after searching in every room in the house, even her father's workspace that usually had things lost in it, it wasn't there. Not anywhere in the house. Then she thinks about that one certain day, and she realizes that she wasn't at home when she showed the drawing: She was at Freddy's. She gave the drawing to him at Freddy's. How she didn't remember that fact was unknown, but she realizes that she needed to go to her dad's pizzeria in order to find the picture. This itch to find this picture became a never ending rash- but she didn't know why. All she knew is that she NEEDED to find it, and since her dad said it would be a couple of days until he got back, it would be find. She subconsciously misses that place, so it wouldn't be wrong to take her time a bit. She quickly found the keys to Freddy's since her dad left the keys at the house before getting on her bike, putting the keys in her hoodie pocket, and biking towards her location. She knew the route by heart, so it didn't take long for her to get to Freddy's.

Once she got there, she looked at the pizzeria. She took a second to take in the design of the place. The colorful sign that read 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria', the yellow and red checkboard line going around the whole building. It looked like just how she remembered it as a little kid, but it was almost.... sinister looking due to the moonlight shining on it. Anna took a deep breath as she stepped inside with a use of the keys. The welcoming sight wasn't interesting from what she could see. Just a cardboard welcome sign of a cartoon Freddy and the cashier for people getting it- the entrance was nothing more then a colorful curtain- but then Anna had realized something. She forgot to bring a flashlight with her. Kind of panicking, she looks around the welcoming area, and strangely enough finds a flashlight underneath the cashier's table. She turned it on, and it thankfully worked. She did question why a flashlight would be here- but then sums it up to in case a blackout were to happen. Here then came the moment of truth.... She turned the light towards the colorful curtain and starts to get nervous. She doesn't know what lies beyond the curtain, but at the same time- she does. It's just been so long, she can't seem to remember the details of the place, as if someone locked away the memories and threw away the key and she was trying to find it. She sighs as she quickly closes her eyes as she runs threw the curtains, tightly holding the flashlight. She nervous opens her eyes and moves around, shining the flashlight at different parts of the area. All of the memories seemingly start to rush back into her head. She remembers wearing the party hats that were on the empty tables, she moves the light to see many arcade machines she played, and then.... She moves her vision towards them. The animatronics on stage. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica. Although their designs are rather bland in her eyes, she can't deny she used to love them. They did look kind of creepy now since they were off and not singing or talking, but she still remembered how she would sing along to the songs. Anna was unknowingly humming one of the many songs they used to sing to everyone in the restaurant as she continued to walk and look around. She found Foxy in his Pirate's Cove, and although she did enjoy him, he was also kind of creepy in the dark like this. But she knew they wouldn't do anything. They can't get off stage and they're robots, but she did have to be quick. It may have been night time, but she didn't have any sort of clock with her, meaning she didn't know the time, and if another employee found her, she would be in a lot of trouble. She continues to look around and then finds an 'Employees Only', but it didn't look like a backstage door. Instead, it looked almost welcoming, which is her dad's entire thing- to be welcoming. She found it.

She started to go over to the door, but she passed a sign in front of a doorway, and she stopped. She walked back a bit and shined the light over the sign. It was a rather normal looking sign that looked a bit generic except for the cartoony esc font that read

Special Guest Room! The Special Guest Of The Week: Catherine The Cat

Anna felt like she had the read the name a thousand times. Catherine. That was the same name as HER animatronic. The very first one. She couldn't stop herself from investigating, and went into the party room. She looked around, and although the room wasn't as big as the main room, it wasn't the smallest room here. She looked at the very back of the room, and saw a medium stage with an red curtain closed in front of it, making whatever was in the other side impossible to see. She carefully went close to the curtain. She was practically shaking with anticipation. Was this really the one? The animatronic she drew all those years ago? With one very shaky breath, she quickly opened the curtains of the stage and she couldn't believe her eyes

There, standing on stage, was a feminine cat looking animatronic. It's almost clean fur was a dark indigo, which contrasted the pale orange it's snout and stomach were, as well as some highlights on it's ears. It's half closed eyelids were a dark magenta whist it's eyes were a neon green. It wore a candy shaped bowtie- lavender in color as well as a purple vest with lavender heart shaped buttons on it, the vest even having a bit of the upside down v attachment. The tips of its five fingers on each hands were the same color as it's eyelids and even fake plastic lipstick it had on it's fake lips. Finally, to top off the entire design, it wore a purple top hat with a lavender strip on it- complete with holding a long purple wand with both of the end tip being white. The design..... Was Anna's. The memory of the crudely crayon drawn animatronic was in her head, and now it was real and right in front of her. She couldn't believe it. Did her father make this? Did someone else make this? She was happy, but also very much confused about the whole thing. She didn't get why her father didn't show her that he had made Catherine real. Maybe he just forgot?

Suddenly, she heard a cranking noise, causing her to yelp and fall backwards, dropping the flashlight as it continued to shine on Catherine- who was moving. Moving. Why was it moving!? Anna got up as she heard the robot speak

"Hi there! My name is Catherine! I'm a magical cat! What's your name?" The robot asked as she bowed a bit a stared endlessly at Anna

"A-Anna...." She responded, scared

The cat animatronic giggled a bit with a faint metalic noise in her voice "Anna's a nice name"

"Huh? Wait, y-you can, uh, talk to me?" Anna questioned

"Of course I can! It's how I was designed!" Catherine responded, continuing to move with a bit of rust in her movement

Anna didn't know how this was happening, IF it was happening at all. The other animatronics weren't moving, so why was she?

"U-Um, can you tell me you created you....?" Anna decided to ask

"Hmm.... Sorry deary, I don't think I can!" Catherine answered

"Why not?" Anna grabbed her flashlight as she asked the following question

"Because he told me not to" Catherine said as she put one of her fingers over her mouth in a shushing motion

"Well, I designed you technically. I-I made you when I was, like, six" Anna didn't understand why she was talking to Catherine. She was shaking in fear- why wasn't she running? She could've ran. She should've ran. And yet she didn't- instead talking to her like she was an old friend. Did she really think that? WAS Catherine a friend to her? Imaginary? Was she sleeping? She didn't know- but she continued to talk to her. Maybe she could understand why she was talking like she had human thought

"Oh really? Well, isn't that just cute!" Catherine said, waving her wand around. Anna noticed that Catherine's legs never moved when she did move, meaning she probably couldn't get off of the stage- which did sooth Anna's worried feelings a bit

"Y-Yeah, I guess..... How come you can speak to me like this?" Anna asked, wanting more answers

"That's something I can't answer" Catherine answered

"Dammit..." Anna muttered "Look, I'll, uh, be right back Just give me five minutes, I just need to check something" She remembered that her mission was to find the drawing .She did lie about being back in five minutes- she was honestly terrified. She didn't want to speak with her any longer

"Alright!" Catherine said as she turned off, going back into her original pose

Anna quickly left as she went over to the welcoming door and opened it with her keys. She walked in and closed the door behind her as she looked around for a light switch, luckily finding one and switching the dim light on as she turned her flashlight off. The room- like her dad's house work room, was cluttered with papers and machinery such as printers and fax machines, but the main thing that caught her attention were blueprints tacked onto a board. Upon close inspection, the blueprints were for the animatronics in the building- specifically upgrades for them. She looked through the blueprints, and was a bit shocked. The upgrades would make it so the animatronic costumes could be worn as suits to walk around and take pictures with and say hi to the customers.... And it seems some of the special guest animatronics- including Catherine- were the same way. It didn't explain how Catherine could have a full conversation with her, but the fact that with a simple turn of a crank, you could wear the suit? That's just amazing- even she had never thought of something that genius. She didn't even care about the drawing due to this amazing technology she had discovered! Anna spent a while looking at the blue prints and taking mental notes, and after about half an hour passed, she was done observing and trying to keep this information in her head since she didn't have anything to write it on that didn't look important in the room. After she was done, she turned on the flashlight and turned off the dim light in the room before carefully opening the door and sliding out. It was time for her to leave- completely forgetting about Catherine. She started to make her way towards the colorful curtains towards the entrance, when she suddenly heard footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Anna quickly turned around as she looked at what was moving, and what she saw made her blood run cold

There, at the entrance of the Special Guest Room, was Catherine. Standing there- staring her down with practically dead eyes

"You said five minutes, Anna....." Catherine said in an upset tone as the metalic tone almost out shined the usual feminine voice she had "Are you trying to leave?" She turned her head down a bit

Anna, without saying a word, started to run towards the entrance, but Catherine was faster, grabbing at her hoodie. Anna quickly unzipped her hoodie, showing that she wore a tank top underneath, as she dropped the flashlight and slipped out of the hoodie, continuing to run. Catherine ran at her, the heavy footsteps echoing through the empty dining area as Anna tried to grab something- ANYTHING- that could stop Catherine, but she couldn't think fast enough, Catherine grabbing her ankle as she desperately grabbed the curtains near the entrance, ripping them off of the doorway as she screamed for help, trying to grab something to hit the demented robot with. As Anna was screaming, Catherine used her free hand to slowly open her chest, showing that her chest cavity was the right size for Anna

"And with my special magic words..... I will make Anna disappear!" Catherine said in a sinister tone as she grabbed Anna with both hands and pushed her into the chest cavity before her chest closed on it's own. "Hocus Pocus!" Catherine said as she stood there, Anna's screams of pain could be heard- but after a couple of minutes- there was silence, followed by a little bit of blood coming out of Catherine's chest. Catherine grabbed a napkin off of the table and simply wiped the blood off of her chest as she took the curtains and the flashlight, hid them under the table, and went back onto the stage, waiting for the day to come again- so that people would enjoy the special guest of the week at Freddy's

(Hope you liked this story- I know it's not as long as normal Fazbear Frights, but I still enjoyed writing this)

#fnaf #fazbear frights #fanmade fnaf #fanmade #this took forever

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fic-for-fic-sake · 5 years ago

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Midnight Music

A/N: Just a cute little oneshot with you and Steve because I feel like he doesn’t get enough love on my blog. As always; likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated. Hope you enjoy.

Pairing: Steve rogers x reader

You didn’t know why but music always seemed so much better at night. It was like a secret taboo. Putting your headphones in and cranking your music up really loud while everyone else was asleep. On numerous occasions you had stayed up until 3am, by accident, because you were just swaying to the music in the pure blackness of your room.

Tonight happened to be no different. Around 11:30 you excused yourself from the rest of the avengers and decided to head to bed. You showered, dressed into your comfy bamboo pajamas, and then proceeded to put on your expensive headphones, turn off the lights, and turn up the music.

Your favorite genre to listen to at this time of night was alternative or folk. Your playlist consisted of a lot of Hozier, Florence and the Machine, Lord Huron, and maybe some dark Billie Eilish songs. You liked hearing the music this way. The headphone perfectly covered your ears and did wonders at blocking out background noise in the surrounding environment. The bass sounded heavier, the singer fuller, and the sound in general, purer.

If you had to guess what time it was you would assume it was around 1:30. The light under your door, from the hallway, had gone off some time ago and you saw the occasional feet moving beneath your door. Letting out a contented sigh you placed your phone on your bedside table and turned the music up just a touch more. You closed your eyes in the already dark room and just let the music move you, lulling your head from side to side and lazily swinging your hips in time to the song. It was pure bliss.

It was also at this precise moment that Steve Rogers decided to go to your room to ask if he could borrow one of those things you put in the bathtub that fizzes and turns all sorts of colors. His insomnia was especially bad tonight and he needed a way to calm down and he knew you had a borderline obsession with them. He almost turned around when he couldn’t find that telltale sliver of light under the crack of your bedroom door but then he heard a low noise. Almost like a rhythmic thumping.

Curious, he opened the door slightly to see you facing the wall, your back to him. His eyes doubled in size as he watched the sensual way you swayed your hips and glided your arms smoothly over your body. Your feet moved a little in an invisible dance that he only assumed accompanied the music you were listening to on your headphones.

You spun around in time with the music to find yourself face to face with Captain America. It wasn’t a surprise that he was in your room but the timing was curious. He usually never came into your room this late. As soon as your eyes met his startled blue ones, you realized he had seen what you were doing. Dropping a swear word or two you turned your headphones off and dropped them so they rested around your neck.

“Steve, what are you doing here?” You questioned, slightly out of breath from dancing and from shock.

“I, um, what were you doing?” He answered with a question of his own.

“I was dancing,” you began, glancing down to your headphones, “I do this almost every night.”

“Why?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “Do I need a reason? I just like it, helps to clear my mind. Some people meditate, I dance.”

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, Steve brought himself to ask you about the bath bombs. Hearing about his request your mouth launched into a face splitting grin as you ushered him into your bathroom.

“Okay, so you want something calming and probably something to soothe the muscles as well.” You assessed as you opened a few drawers and leafed through your superfluous collection.

Steve got down on your level and his eyes almost dropped out of his skull at the sight of your collection. He was expecting a few, no more than 10. But you easily had upwards of 50 of the special spherical shaped creations. A whole legion of smells assaulted his nostrils, vanilla, citrus, lavender, honey, chamomile, rose. It was a lot. Within minutes you gave a little whoop of triumph as you pulled out the bomb in question and rose back to your feet.

“Okay, this will cure all your problems and see you falling asleep in no time.” You guaranteed as you placed a small pink sphere in his hands.

He took a wary sniff, “Smells like lavender.”

You chuckled, “Good. That’s because it is. This is called Twilight and it’s the perfect bath bomb for you.”

Steve was just about to leave when you reached out and grabbed the hand that wasn’t holding the bath bomb.

“Do you wanna use it here? I mean I’ve seen your bathtub and no offense but it kind of sucks. Mine has jets and different water settings. It’s a fun time.” You sold, a slight flush creeping to your cheeks as you did so.

“Are you sure? I don’t wanna overstep.” Steve replied, cocking his head to one side, sky blue eyes searching your expression for doubt.

“You’re not overstepping, after all, I’m the one that made the offer and I insist.” You gestured for the tub on the other side of your spacious bathroom. You told him you would throw a towel on the heated rack for him (What? You liked to fully pamper yourself, Avenging was a physically demanding job).

You put your headphones back in and tried to listen to music again. Tried, being the operative word. What you were really doing was thinking about a hot and naked super soldier sitting in your bathtub right now. The bathtub where you sometimes did….things. The tension was driving you crazy, you were gonna be sick. You turned your music up loud and laid down on your bed, your back to the bathroom door, so you wouldn’t have to think about him.

Some time later you felt a wet finger tap your shoulder and you removed your headphones and turned around to see a shirtless and dripping wet Steve Rogers looming over you in the semi-darkness of your room. Your breath hitched as your eyes subconsciously followed a water droplet in its descent from his neck all the way down his pecs and then lower, over his v lines and down below the towel. Your mouth watered.

“How was the bath?” You questioned, voice suddenly hoarse.

“It was great, thank you.” He replied in an equally tense voice. He leaned down and pressed a tentative kiss on your cheek before he left your room to go down the hallway to his room. You turned off your headphones and sighed to yourself at a missed opportunity before you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

The warmth enveloped you like a nice summer night and you sighed as you smelled the lavender from the bath. You began to brush your teeth as you inspected the wet footprints trailing away from the tub to your bedroom. You stared longingly into the still wet tub and wondered if a day would ever come when the two of you would be in that tub, together. You sighed as you put your toothbrush back on its charging port and went back to your bedroom only to find Steve sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Did you forget something?” You joked, hoping he didn’t notice the look of longing on your face.

“I, um, I wanted to thank you again for the bath.” he replied, voice slightly hushed.

“Yeah...and what else?” You wondered, as you ventured closer to him. Close enough to plant yourself in his lap if you desired.

He seemed to be thinking the same thing because he carefully but quickly snaked an arm around your back and positioned your knees on either side of his broad thighs. With his one hand still across your back he brought the other one up to cup your cheek and rubbed his thumb back and forth in a soothing motion.

“Is this okay?” His murmured, lips mere centimeters from yours.

“Mhm.” Was all you could bring yourself to say back, your mouth suddenly dry.

“Can I kiss you?” He questioned, closing the distance between your lips at an agonizing pace.

“Yes.” You husked back as he planted his gentle lips against your own. The kiss was soft and sweet, just like Steve Rogers. His lips felt like rose petals and he smelled like lavender, it made your head dizzy. His arm around your back tightened, bringing you closer to him. Your center brushed up against his growing member which caused a moan to break out of your mouth. Steve took the opportunity and coaxed his tongue past your lips to meet your own. Stroking it lazily, not demanding anything, just searching.

Your hands came up to card through his ever growing dirty blond hair. You could do this forever, you didn’t even want to break for air. If you died kissing Steve Rogers then you would die a happy woman. Unfortunately, Steve broke off the kiss and rested his forehead against your own, breathing harshly.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” He confessed, his breath coming in pants.

“Me too.” You replied, smiling like an absolute idiot.

“Can I sleep here?” He questioned, his eyes looking a little lost. It’s an expression you rarely saw. He saw the confusion written on your face and provided an explanation before you had a chance to ask. “Bucky and I usually sleep together but he’s away on a mission right now. That’s another reason why my insomnia is worse tonight.”

You nodded your head in agreement as you untangled yourself from Steve and went over to your desk where your alexa was. You brought the device over and planted it on your bedside table. Steve got comfortable amongst your many blankets and pillows and you made yourself comfortable in the crook of his arm as he planted a kiss in your hair.

Sleepily you said, “Alexa, turn on my sleepy time playlist.”

She obliged and soon you and Steve were drifting off to sleep, in each other's arms, as Hozier lulled you into a blissful sleep.

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fanfic #mcu steve rogers #mcu fanfiction #reader insert

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benscursedkid · 5 years ago

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Rebekah Roberts Profile

hope i’m not late :)

template by the genius @hogwartsmysterystory

Identity

Name: Rebekah Marielle Roberts

Gender: Female

Age: 16 (in game)

Birth Date: December 12th, 1972

Species: Human

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Sexuality: Open

Alignment: Neutral Good

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Nationality: British

Residence: London, England

MBTI: ENFP ~ The Campaigner

The Mage

Wand: Beech Wood, Unicorn Hair Core, 11”, Swishy Flexibility

Animagus: White Owl (not registered)

Misc. Magical Abilities: slight Occlumens, Legilimens

Boggart Form: varies throughout the years, as of sixth year though, Jacob’s research journals— a lot of it is his research but closer to the end of Everything, things became illegible and crowded and she tried to ignore it before, but after all that went down in the Portrait Vault, she doesn’t really think she can anymore. Or if she even wants to.

Riddikulus Form: A Funny Photo Album or Coloring Book

Amortentia (What do they smell like?): Lavender, Peanut Butter, Parchment Paper

Amortentia (What do they smell?): Calvin, Peanut Butter (again), Freshly Washed Clothes/Laundry Detergent

Patronus: Grey Owl

Patronus Memory: One of her family’s annual Girls v. Boys soccer matches from Before

Mirror of Erised: Her family whole, happy, and all together again

Specialized/Favorite Spells: She really likes domestic spells to make idle things easier and anything to do with color (i.e. Colovaria), Silencio

Appearance

Face Claim: none

Game Appearance:

Height: 5’2 (161 cm)

Weight: 133lbs

Physique: Slim, Average

Eye Color: Light Green

Hair Color: Black

Inventory:

Her brother’s notebooks

Her wand

A random assortment of quills with colored ink

A bag of packaged peanuts

A light reading book

Allegiances

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Ilvermorny House: Pukwudgie

Affiliations/Organizations:

Prefect

Head Girl

Order of the Phoenix (eventually)

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Professions: Curse Breaker

Hogwarts Information

Class Proficiencies:

Astronomy: ★★★★★★★★★★

Charms: ★★★★★★★★★☆

DADA: ★★★★★★★★★★

Flying: ★★★★★★★★☆☆

Herbology: ★★★★★★★★☆☆

History of Magic: ★★★★★★★★★☆

Potions: ★★★★★★★★★☆

Transfiguration: ★★★★★★★★★★

Electives: Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Study of Ancient Runes

Extra Curriculars: Duelling Club, *Honorary Member [of]* Astronomy Club

Favorite Professors: Flitwick, McGonagall

Least Favorite Professors: Trewlaney

Relationships

Brother: Jacob Kane Elian Roberts

Born: June 6th, 1968

Sign: Gemini

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Wand: Acacia Wood, Thestral Tail Hair Core, 11”, Supple Flexibility

Age wise he’s only 5 years older than Rebekah but because of her late birthday he’s six years ahead of her in school

Actually had a rather light, playful sense of humor

Very sociable while in school and many people liked him

Very inquisitive and bright and his happiness and adoration for fascinating subjects was downright contagious

Very athletic and wanted to try out for the Quidditch team and enjoyed muggle sports like soccer and volleyball

Extremely gifted in Charms and DADA

Quite artistic and could play the piano (taught by his mother) and ukulele and was talented at drawing and painting

Taught to speak Bulgarian by his father and French by his mother

Fascinated by muggle history

Had the biggest sweet tooth imaginable, especially when he was nervous

Had a bit of a mad scientist vibe going for him but in the absolute most endearing way possible somehow

Loved to learn and try new experiences

Never ever without a novel or his sketchbook on hand

His dad got him really into photography

He really appreciated having Duncan and Olivia around, they were his best friends

And now they’re both gone and he can’t help but blame himself

Who else is there to blame?

Tries not to think about it though

Honestly he’s the biggest dork

Is completely enthralled by nearly everything, he’s just learned to tone it down a bit so people don’t notice

Definitely stays up for hours with existential thoughts and queries running through his head like a mantra

Like, really, why are daffodils yellow?

Truly loves learning for the sake of learning, knowledge for the sake of knowledge, wonder is his middle name

Not really but he likes to wish

Logic and reason are just as fascinating to him as things like creativity, imagination, abstract thoughts

Like why are they? How are they?

He needs to know

Everything’s a mystery and he wouldn’t have it any other way

Duncan couldn’t understand it but he tried to pretend he did

And Olivia would love teasing him for it, but truthfully she was much the same way

Also, show him literally any animal and he’s sold, he’ll love it forever

Carried around tons of snacks in case he saw any wandering around the castle

Always

Really good at playing a part, a bit of a social chameleon, he was whoever he needed to be depending on the person he was with

Which is why no one really understood him

It made him really lonely sometimes

Was always plagued by his need to impress his parents

Weighed down by his fears of never being good enough

Got too good at lying

Didn’t mean for things to go this far

Father: Henry Delyan Roberts

Born: July 2nd, 1948

Sign: Cancer

Blood Status: Muggle

Occupation: Veterinarian but considered being a Pediatrician

When he was 13 his mother moved back to Australia for her job and he was put under the custody of his father during the year and would visit her during the summer

Missed her a lot after she moved and for a while thought it was his fault

He wondered if she moved because she needed to get away from him

He’d heard stories about her initial reaction to becoming a parent and wondered if maybe she never really got over it

Thought maybe if he was better she would have stayed

She wouldn’t have wanted to leave

It’s been a while since those thoughts crossed his mind though and he’s glad that didn’t seem to be the case

Ethnically half Bulgarian on his mother’s side and could speak it fluently and even visited his uncles and cousins there occasionally growing up

Didn’t get to seem them as often as he liked though

Being an only child could get rather lonely and though he loved his dad, he wanted someone to bond with over school or friends or literally anything else

Even so, he really appreciated having his father around

Even before his mother moved away he spent most of his time with his dad and was always a little closer with him than his mom

He supposes his dad was his best friend for a while growing up

Promised himself to be half the man he was when he had a child of his own

Very humble and patient, the kind of person you find yourself itching to be around

Always smiling and laughing, but his laugh was feather light and soft

Had an amazing singing voice

His laugh literally sounds like hummingbirds and wind chimes

Really honest and kind and loved helping people

Did a lot of volunteering as a kid, loved helping people and wouldn’t hurt a fly

Unless you hurt someone he cared about in which case you were utterly screwed

Definitely capable of delivering ass beatings but tried to avoid it as much as possible, even when people deserved it

Great listener, the one where you could be telling a story, look over and be taken completely aback by how intently he was still listening, like he was genuinely interested

Loved playing soccer

Says he loves all animals the same but he’s secretly the biggest dog person

Which is weird because he has a cat he would cut someone for but shhh

It’s a secret

Absolutely loved photography, had two polaroids, a long one and a wide one, baby blue and pastel yellow respectively

Took a lot of pictures of/with Delphine when they were traveling together

Made a scrapbook out of it

Also proceeded to take pictures of his children when he had them

Made a scrapbook out of that too

A simple man, mostly, but he craved adventure and really just wanted to make a difference in the world

Didn’t know what he wanted to do with his life after graduating high school, so he decided to take a year off to travel and find himself

Met Delphine before he even left England

Married her a year later at 19

Jacob was born about a month before he turned 21

Closed completely into himself when his son disappeared

Doesn’t really know what to do with himself now

Mother: Delphine Cécile Roberts (née Leon)

Born: January 19th, 1949

Sign: Capricorn

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Wand: Cherry Wood, Werewolf Hair Core, 12”, Rigid Flexibility

Blood Status: Pure-Blood

Occupation: Retired Auror after Jacob was born and became an Employee of the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic

Born into a very pure-blood supremacist family, consisting almost exclusively of Slytherins

Youngest of two daughters

Very close with her sister (Adelaide) growing up, they were nearly inseparable and opposites in almost every way

But her parents found her very problematic

Half French on her mother’s side and could speak the language fluently, often visited family there

Though she kept up the dutiful daughter act around her parents, she couldn’t relate to them at all and never understood why they treated everyone so cruelly

Her sister was her refuge

She felt suffocated in her own house and therefore felt freed whenever returning to Hogwarts

Though kind and respectful, Delphine was very prone to her own brand of subtle mischief when attending school

Having no freedom at her own house, she felt truly free and unrestrained at Hogwarts

Even so, she often spent most of her time alone

At school a lot of non-Slytherin or non-Pure-blooded students were afraid to speak to her but she tried to make it a point to let them know she didn’t subscribe to the same morals or ideals of her parents

Her mother and father knew this and it infuriated them

Unfortunately, most people just couldn’t seem to distinguish between the parent and the child

Once again she had only her sister, but was thankful for her presence nonetheless

It hurt though sometimes when people would cast her aside, thinking there’s nothing inside her worth saving simply because her parents are who they are

Confided this in Adelaide, but the other girl didn’t seem to share the sentiment

Was a 5th and 6th Year prefect and followed in her sister’s footsteps and became Head Girl in her 7th year

Surprised most everyone but they never cared to take the time to look past her heritage and see all her grades and extracurriculars aside from Quidditch

Girl just wanted a friend

Played on the Quidditch team as Slytherin’s star keeper

Was supposed to be married off in an arranged marriage to a Pure-blood she’d never met after graduating but barely managed to convince her sister to lie for her so she could at least take a year to see the world for herself first

Tried to disguise as a muggle so she could slip out of the country unnoticed by her parents and met Henry at the airport on his way to Italy

Spent the year traveling together before getting married

Was then disowned by her parents (and her sister for another year)

Completely fell apart after Jacob disappeared

Hasn’t been the same since

{Rest of Extended Family in Separate Post}

Love Interest: Ben Copper

Best Friend: Rowan Khanna

Rival: Merula Snyde

Enemy: R, Rakepick

Dormmates:

Rowan Khanna

Tulip Karasu

Badeea Ali

[Unnamed Raveclaw Girl]

Pets:

Great Grey Owl named Calvin (Personal)

Black Cat named Sabine (Family)

Closest Canon Friends: All of them, but for sake of question—

Tulip Karasu

Rowan Khanna

Badeea Ali

Bill Weasley

Barnaby Lee

Andre Egwu

Nymphadora Tonks

Talbott Winger

Closest MC Friends:

Aisling Casey (@badeeaswife)

I’m shy but she loves everyone so feel free to hit her (me?) up!

Background/History

Ethnically speaking she is a quarter French and a quarter Bulgarian

Paternal Grandmother lives in Australia so she’s visited her a few times

Actually been to quite a few other countries and really wants to see the rest of them someday

Personality

[Separate Post]

to anyone who read of all this: i am so sorry—

#hphm #harry potter hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #rebekah roberts #jacob roberts #delphine roberts #delphine leon #henry roberts #hphm jacob’s sibling #jacob’s sibling #jacob's sibling x ben copper #hphm jacob #mc #hphm mc #ocs #hphm ocs #character profile

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sunshine-pup-fics · 5 years ago

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V O O D O O // Shinso x Reader

So I actually really like this quirk idea and want to develop it more and make an actual character out of it- but we’ll see how it goes!

Also, this idea just hit me and I really like it... But idk if I managed to write it well... also Shinso feels a little OOC? :p

(Y/n) frowned, gazing down at her supplies before her. There were a plentiful amount of small glass bottles littering her desk, each with a label with something scrawled on it. She traced her fingers across them, scanning the names for what she was searching for. She finally picked out one of the bottles, holding it up to the light. There was a small amount of liquid, perhaps enough for a few drops. She sighed, putting the bottle back as she quickly packed them all roughly away. She fled to her bedside table, grabbing her phone and purse, before slipping them into a messenger bag. She slung it over her shoulder, heading for her bedroom door. She skidded down the halls, sliding on her socks as she searched for her parents, which she finally found in the kitchen. “I’m going to the store super quick, do we need anything for dinner?” Her mother glanced at her, smiling as she hummed softly. “Ah, if you could grab some snacks for your lunches that would be great. There should be some money on the counter.” She gestured vaguely toward the other side of the kitchen before returning to her cooking. (Y/n) swipes the few notes from the counter, then headed toward the front door. She slipped on her shoes then hurried out the door.

(Y/n) dawdled down the sidewalk, eyeing the colourful storefronts. There were bookstores and clothing stores, with the local grocer just down the road. However, she turned into one of the stores, a small one that was painted a deep blue. A little bell jingled as she pushed the door open, and the scent of lavender seemed to smack her in the face as she headed in. There was a small portion of the wall covered in plants, beside it was a small couch. The rest of the room had shelves lining the walls, with a variety of different sized and different colours bottles sitting atop them. (Y/n) headed for one of the shelves, plucking a bottle from it and heading straight for the counter, which was nestled in the back corner. It was decorated with more plants, as well as some different crystals ranging in size and colour. There was an elderly lady behind the counter, who smiled warmly. “Another bottle of lavender? Is it for your newest little friend?” She expertly scanned it, slipping it into a small paper bag. “Thank you!” (Y/n) chirped. She handed over a few yen notes, taking the light paper bag and bidding farewell before heading back out to the street. She turned to her left, continuing down toward the grocery store. There was a dull chime as she entered, but no one paid her any mind. She began down each aisle, picking a few items each time. Arms full, she headed quickly toward the counter. There were a few people already standing in line, so she joined the queue. A few moments passed before she caught sight of a flash of purple in the corner of her eye. She casually turned to glance at it, only to be staring at none other than her classmate, Shinso. “O-oh. Good afternoon, Shinso.” She timidly bowed, averting her gaze away from him. The boy cleared his throat, keeping his gaze off her as well. “You’re... (Y/n), right?” The girl bobbed her head. “General studies, class 1-C.” They fell to silence. Shinso idly glanced around the store, while (Y/n) resorted to staring down at the food in her arms. Her head suddenly jumped to look at him, and she opened her mouth as if to speak. Shinso brought his gaze to hers, quirking a brow. (Y/n) closed her mouth, lightly shaking her head as whispered a “sorry, it’s nothing.”

Shinso seemed to notice her more the next day. They were in the same class, yet he’d never really seemed to notice her. She sat near back, on the furthest row from the door. He wasn’t sure why he was suddenly curious about her. He pinned to the fact that he just wanted to know what she was going to say in the supermarket. He kept seeing her in the corner of his eye. Talking to someone or grabbing a book, or even just passing him in the hall. He kept noticing her, but she seemed totally oblivious to him. Not once did he catch her gaze. It even occurred to him that he didn’t have an inkling of an idea to what her quirk was. The final bell rang and there was a flurry of scraping chairs as the students hurried out of the classroom. Shinso stacked his books, slipping them into his bag before slinging it over his shoulder. He turned to leave, before hearing a small voice call his name. “Excuse me, Shinso.” He glanced over his shoulder, seeing none other than (Y/n) weaving around the tables toward him. She paused before him, gripping her bag strap as she gazed over his shoulder. “I just... wanted to ask if you were feeling okay? I-uh. The rest of the class-Uhm- noticed that you seemed less agitated.” She chewed her lip. Shinso furrowed his brow, before lightly nodding. “I don’t know why you need to know, but yeah. I’ve been feeling... better, than usual.” Shinso couldn’t describe it. As soon as she said that, (Y/n) seemed to glow. Her eyes lit up, and a soft smile graced her lips. She tried to play it off, scuffing the floor with her shoe and pretending to not be too interested. “Oh, that’s nice then! I uh- I have to get going. A few people in the class were just curious.” She bowed her head before ducking around him. He turned to watch her, only catching her (h/c) hair disappear past the door. If he was already curious, he was surely infatuated now. He felt drawn to her. He felt as if he was already comfortable with her like she calmed him down. And he was going to figure out why.

For the next few days, he tried to coincidentally ‘bump’ into her. In the hallways, during lunch, he even headed back to the convenience store a few times in hopes he might catch her again. She hadn’t seemed to change her behaviour, she either didn’t notice his glances or she didn’t care. Yet he had caught her stealing glances at himself a few times. Today had produced futile attempts, as usual. He’d wandered around the store after school, eyeing different foods and drinks in order to at least pretend like he was shopping. However, it didn’t seem she was coming today either. He picked up a bottle of water, quickly heading to the register and paying before shuffling out the door. He turned to continue down the street, only casually throwing a glance over his shoulder. And then he spotted her. Her unmistakable (h/c) (h/s) hair bouncing with each of her steps as she hurried up the sidewalk. She was heading the other direction, but he scrambled to follow her, weaving through the few people wandering the street. He slowed when he passed the store she has come out of. His gaze flickered between the two, before he came to a stop, watching her disappear around a corner. He hesitantly turned toward the store. It was painted dark blue, with a worn-out awning bolted to the wall. He craned his neck, peering in through the tinted window. After a few moments of deliberation, he headed for the door. He nearly jumped when a small bell rung as he pushed the door open. The first thing he noticed was the distinct smell of lavender. He felt as if all his jittering nerves seemed to settle almost immediately. He gazed around, simply taking in the small store. “Do you need anything, dear?” Shinso spun on his heel, realising the middle-aged woman seated at the counter at the back of the room. She was smiling politely. He glanced toward the door. He was too far in to back out now. He sheepishly wandered toward her, coming to a halt as he gazed at the nearest bottles, trying to read their labels. “What can I... hmm.” The woman trailed off, glancing him up and down, brows furrowed. “May I ask what you sell here?” Shinso inquired. The lady seemed to snap from her trance. “Oh, we sell natural oils and extracts. They’re mostly used for things like incense and natural remedies.” Shinso picked up one of the bottles, frowning when he noticed the price. “If you don’t mind, could you tell me about that girl that was just in here?” Shinso tensed as the women sent a stern look his way. “Dear (Y/n)? She’s one of my best customers. Very polite and so dedicated to her craft.” She seemingly smiled to herself. “She’s been buying a lot more lavender than usual recently... must be for someone...” she paused. Her gaze then shot to Shinso and she grinned. “You! That’s where I recognise you from! Ah, of course! You’re her newest victim.” She chimed. “Excuse me?” The woman quickly waved him closer. “Oh, I shouldn’t say it quite like that. You’re a classmate of hers, correct?” Shinso nodded. “(Y/n) has a quirk fit for the hero course, yet it apparently did no good against the machines they set you lot against in the entrance exam. She’s absolutely wonderful. I can’t remember exactly what it’s called, but she uses voodoo dolls! Like in the movies! Bless the girl, she makes dolls for her family and friends and bathes them in oils and showers them with love. Of course, her quirk is involved and whatever she does to those dolls actually does affect the person.” “Wait, are you saying she-“ “Oh! I’ve gone and said too much already! Here, take this lavender oil and give it to her next time you see her, alright? Now shoo! I can’t go blabbering again!” Shinso couldn’t even get another word in. A small bottle was shoved into his hands and he was ushered out the door.

Shinso was nervous the next morning. He wasn’t sure why. All he had to do was talk to (Y/n). It’s not like he hadn’t done that before... but before he hadn’t know anything about (Y/n)... he trailed the school halls, paying no mind to the other students that killed around. Every step toward the classroom felt a little heavier than the last. He felt as if he had become hypersensitive. He could hear her beautiful laugh from the classroom down the hall. He was in so deep now. He tried to act inconspicuous, simply walking into class. (Y/n) was by her desk, talking to one of her classmates. All he had to do was act natural. He shuffled over, pausing a few feet away as they quickly finished their conversation. He cleared his throat, quickly gaining their attention. “Excuse me, I need to speak to (Y/n). Would lunch be alright?” The girl in question looked surprised, stuttering for a moment before nodding. “O-okay. Yeah. See you then.” She kept her gaze locked on her books, and if Shinso wasn’t mistaken, a faint pink flushed her cheeks. (Y/n) stood quietly by the cafeteria door, watching the few stragglers make their way into the lunchroom. She rocked on her heels, gaze trailing up and down the halls in search of the purple-haired boy. She slipped her hand into her pocket, absent-mindedness beginning to fiddle with the little doll she kept in her pocket. Shinso finally appeared, coming to a halt a few steps away. “So... what is it you want to talk about?” (Y/n) asked. Shinso pulled something from his pocket. Held between his thumb and forefinger was a small bottle. (Y/n) knee instantly what it was. “A-Ah... right... Shinso- I-I don’t mean any harm by what I do! I swear I don’t do anything bad! I know it sounds bad you include voodoo dolls but-“ Shinso cut her of with a frown. “Look, that old lady said some stuff, but I want to know from the source. What’s your quirk?” (Y/n) tensed, a knot tying itself in her stomach. She hesitantly opened her mouth. “My quirk involves what’s commonly known as voodoo dolls. I make them all myself... essentially, like the movies, whatever I do to the doll happens to the person... in a sense. So I... I've made dolls of my friends and family and I take care of them. I use essential oils like lavender-“ She gestured to the bottle he was holding, “to help them feel calm.” She smiled sheepishly. “And uh...” she pulled her hand from her pocket, revealing a small doll in her hand. It had a mess of purple wool hair and matching button eyes. It even had a small u.a blazer. Shinso started at, mouth left hanging open. “Sorry if it’s been to invasive or anything...” Shinso shook his head, earning a surprised gaze. “Why? Why would you care about some classmate?” He took s step forward. “You just... you always looked tired, stressed, overworked. I could see it. So I figured I could help. Even just a little bit...” Shinso watched as her gaze fell to the floor, tracing the tiles. “There’s something else, isn’t there?” He pushed. “I guess once I heard about your quirk... I felt like maybe we were already closer... i... i got shunned by my old classmates for having such an evil quirk. They always said that I’d always be capable of more harm than good. Whispered about how at any moment, I could kill someone...” she sniffled, keenly aware of the wet streak down her cheek. There was silence. Shinso wordlessly shuffled closer. He gently took (Y/n)s spare hand, and pressed the bottle into her palm. “I’ve felt the best I have been in a long time. I’ve actually been able to have a good nights sleep... could you... please, keep doing whatever it is you do.” He fell silent, quickly looking away, pink encroaching on his ears. (Y/n) let a smile grace her lips. “Gladly.” Shinso stepped back, shoving his hands into his pockets. His stoic expression returned. “However I’ll buy any of the oils you need. I’m not allowing you to spend so much money on me.” “What-“ Shinso sharpened his gaze. “Okay. Okay... would you like to accompany me to the store after school then?” “Sure.” “See you then, Hitoshi” (Y/n) turned on her heel and disappeared through the cafeteria doors, leaving behind a stuttering Shinso.

#shinso x reader #shinsou hitoshi #my hero academia #my hero academia x reader #x reader #mha #bnha #mha shinsou #boko no hero academia #saladwrites

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deadbydaylightgrotesquebloo-blog · 6 years ago

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Dead by daylight survivor oc:

Basic information: Name: Antoine Durand Gender: male

Overview: Antoine Durand is a frustrated photographer, his personal perks: ”eidetic eye”, “inner strength”, and “discontent motivation” gives him the edge needed to be in the front lines of the action. He’s used to helping those who can’t but now he's doing his best to help not only others but mainly himself, this can benefit the team a lot. Age: 19 Roles: frustrated photographer Nationality: French Ethnicity: European/ African Occupation: photographer The last place seen: going down a dark alley during the day in Normandy. Chapter: Prom Night Carnage

Benedict quote: “ when I met this person, it was by accident after a flash of light had blinded me. This young lad was jittery and shy, but you can tell that there was something boiling in him. Something that even I can’t tell by looking at him, no, no it has nothing to do with the way he looks. But, how he carried himself. Tense and nervous, however, it seems more frustration than anything. Before we split on our ways in broken English, he reminded me to stay strong.”

Physical description: Height: 5’7” Weight: 179 Body type: chubby Hair color: black Hairstyle: side swept Eye color: brown Clothing last seen in: Antoine was last seen in a white V neck under a dark blue sleeveless jacket and navy blue jean shorts, he also is wearing a pair of black high tops. He was also seen with his camera the day he disappeared. Scars: no scars Piercings: no piercings. Tattoos: no tattoos

Personality: Likes: nature scenes, his camera, quiet spaces, peace, appreciating others work. Dislikes: smudges on his camera lens, hot days, almonds, lavender. Quirks: nasty temper, emotional when provoked. Fears: being alone, his mother being alone, his mother being hurt, dead bodies.

Background: Antoine Durand was born in the north Paris by both a young and inexperienced the married couple whom soon split after the pressure of having a newborn. Sadly this meant that poor Antoine was left with his up and coming mother, known for her paintings she was on her way of making a name for herself in the art world as her paintings seemed to grasp the audience attention and made them see the world with a new light. However, this came with some downfalls. When her husband left due to the new and alien attention, and with an infant child, the stress seems to build on the poor woman. But her work paid off, and money started rolling and so was the praise. But, with praise can criticism and with this concoction of stress inducers, it was obvious that soon the mid-age woman started to drink her problems away. Thankfully by this time, Antoine was at the age to “ help” his mother. If you consider picking her up off the bathroom floor and wiping away vile left after a night of gin and bourbon helpful, but time continued and his mother’s fame continue to grow with the fame so was the alcoholism growing in the poor boy’s home. This caused Antoine himself to grow stressful and anxiety as he helped his mother along with school, and by the time he graduated the boy was so stressful he was on the verge of losing hair. The doctor’s all prescribed him with to combat this was to get a hobby, something that could help him to relax. Luckily the next door neighbor was having a garage sale and in it, was an old camera, and after testing it Antoine found his calling. Soon photography became his life. When there was time for it he would go into the forests and parks around the city and take pictures when he was doing chores and found a scene he considered beautiful he would take pictures. And when he found a scene in the city that interested him he would take pictures, his mother even moved them to a more calming place like Normandy for better pictures. He never thought though that it could ever be more than just a hobby. Until a famous critic took a look at a picture that had slipped out of his bag during one of his mother’s shows, then it exploded from there. More and more where Antoine's pictures requested and soon commissioned, and soon he too was becoming a name in the art world. This, however, met more competition for his mother and more competition meant more stress, and with more stress meant more booze. This, in turn, started to become a problem with Antoine. With more recognition, he began to have more self-esteem, and with this self-esteem he found himself becoming more combative with his mother’s drinking issues. Soon small arguments turned into large shouting matches and one-day Antoine finally had enough, grabbing his camera he left to go take pictures. Finding himself in a deep part of an alleyway, far from any main street he tried to scream when the darkness surrounding him. He tried to fight back. But now he tries to fight back in the nightmare.

Perks:

Eidetic eye:

Thanks to your natural talent, and the help of your mother you remember most details you come across. Unlock potential in one’s aura reading ability. After running past a chest, totem, vault, or pallet, you will have the ability to see that items aura after leaving a 40/30/20 ft range from said objects after 30/20/10 seconds. “ you have to have an eye to get the scene just right, is what my mother always say”- Antoine Durand.

Hidden strength: People constantly underestimate your strength because you choose to not to enact, but that won’t stop you from showing your inner strength. After unhooking a survivor, you are granted 4 tokens. When pressing the space button you use up to one token with the said token: all vaulting and speed at which pallets are dropped are increased by 10/20/30% When hooked again increase the chance of unhooking up to 25% When working on generators increase speed up to 10/20/30% “ just because I’m a little big, doesn’t mean I can’t pull my own” - Antoine Durand.

Discontent motivation: You were a mere tool in your old life, and you won’t be a tool in this life. You are going to get out of here. You motivation yourself to help even more than normal. Each time you get hit by the killer, the speed you heal and do quick actions are increased by 20/30/40%. However, if you get hooked your speed will get reset. “I have to do this, I won’t let anything stop me” - Antoine Durand

#antoine durand #dbd #dead by daylight #dbd oc #dbd oc survivor #dead by daylight grotesque bloom #prom night carnage

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verosmoonshine-blog · 7 years ago

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tagged by: @halforc-mercenary tagging: @exspiravitae @sugared-cherries @drunkenworgen @shcmanisms @rcmmath and anyone else reading this!

Name: Veros Moonshine

Alias: --

Age: 10k+

Height: 6′3″

Weight: 180lbs

Blood Type: B = Passionate, active, creative, animal-loving, flexible, cheerful, friendly and optimistic.

Eye color: Very pale lavender, glowy

Hair color: Very pale pink

Date of Birth: November 30th

Zodiac sign: Saggitarius

Shoe size: 11 (US Men)

Favorite Color(s): Purples and blues

Favorite smell(s): Lavender, wine, morning rain

Birth Gem: Citrine

Race: Nightborne

Talent(s): Before Veros essentially gave up on life, he was an accomplished arcanist, very intelligent and clever in the way of arcane, and is still entirely capable of wielding magic and energy to defend himself. At his full power, he pulses with arcane, his runic tattoos glowing, and a crackle of static electricity generated around him before he unleashes any number of powerful, and often times chaotic rounds of arcane energy. He typically uses frost magic to keep himself rooted to the ground just to keep himself standing from casting spells at this scale.

A wish they have always wanted: To have a family. He was orphaned at a young age and dumped into a Suramar, which was far from his birthplace, and he essentially grew up alone and without strong enough bonds to call family. A part of him wishes he could start a new family of his own, but he knows that with his vices, he can never sustain a home.

An item they hold dear to their heart: A small bracelet. It’s a thick black string with three little charms on it: a pink circle with a “V” carved into it, a crooked yellow star, and a tiny sculpture of a child laughing. These are handcarved, and were a gift from his daughter-figure Kalana from when she was a child.

Favorite sound(s): He’s grown a liking to the sound of rain as of late. Running water, glasses clinking, the hum of arcane -- these sounds bring him tranquility.

Fear(s): Becoming the cause of someone’s torment, or losing himself entirely to his vices.

Accomplishment(s): He was once an excellent student in the arcane and a well renowned Arcanist. He made many discoveries and improvements on explosive arcane spells as well as channeling a more lightning-like charge of power. He discovered he could use himself as a vessel, a conduit of sorts, to become a fount of endless power in the right conditions, and helped other Arcanists learn to utilize their magic in more expansive and larger scaled ways.

Your muse’s catchphrase(s): “Terrifying... but fascinating!”

Likes: Reading, learning, observing others’ skills in their form of magic, making wine, bartending, organizing, drinking

Dislikes: Rigorous physical activity, getting into fights, warfare, demons, naga, risky or deadly situations

Any scars?: There are clawmarks down Veros’s neck, and the scars show that it they run deep, and were nearly fatal

Birthmarks?: He’s got a large mole on his lower back

Something about your muse that is different from everyone else: Most Nightborne men don’t have beards, and are rather clean shaven. Veros has a fair amount of stubble, and his hair is scruffy and robes often wrinkled and with the sleeves rolled up. He’s not nearly as polished or refined as other Nightborne present themselves, and as a result he sticks out like a sore thumb. His skintone is also more akin to a Kaldorei’s rather than other Nightborne.

What makes your muse cry?: Remembering his mother’s death, and the separation of he and his father. Or trying to come to terms that he lost Kalana forever.

What makes your muse happy?: A tavern filled with good folk and high spirits, trying new foods and drink, being up in someplace tall, or learning something new as a caster.

What makes your muse laugh?: PUNS! This man absolutely cannot get enough of puns.

Does your muse love his/her parents? Why or why not?: He struggles to remember a lot of his parents, but he’s still deeply attached to them, despite not having seen them in many years. He longs to have a semblance of a family like that again, and desperately clings onto whatever memory he has left of them. Is it love or an obsession? We just don’t know.

Does you muse have any friends? Which friend is closest to him/her?: Veros has a few, most of which he had met while running his shop. Rayna and Ray, a pair of siblings who deserted Duskwatch during the rebellion and worked with him to supply other rebels; Fifi, a vintner who helped stock his shop, and was in an on-and-off relationship with him at times; Kalana, her husband Nelleris, and their son Benerre are very close to Veros, since Kalana was pretty much a daughterly figure to him, and they’re just about as close as family; and Marcel, who is both an ex-friend and ex-partner that Veros no longer speaks to. Nelleris and Fifi are probably the closest friends he has at the moment.

Your muse’s favorite food?: Pandaren noodles with beef, green onions, carrots and poached egg, with orcish spices on top.

Does your muse follow a religion? If so, what is it and what are their beliefs?: Mar was teached to belief in the Light, but while she follows the Philosophys rules she would also always leave the last gulp of a drink or the last piece of her meal and a blooddrip on a waysidecross for those who came before she was born.

What would get your muse to fall in love with them?: Love and care, to have a heart filled with compassion and a mind open to knowledge and other possibilities, to yearn to learn and experience and explore and to feel like home.

Has your muse ever killed/murdered somebody? Why did they do it and what was motive?: The only things Veros has ever killed are demons, purely out of self defense. He would never kill anyone, regardless of reason

Does your muse have a type when it comes to physical attraction?: Anyone taller than him is definitely a plus. Tall, strong and sturdy, preferably someone with long hair as well. He’s dated many Nightborne, and typically other arcanists and spellblades tickle his fancy, but now that he’s out of the barrier, it’s the orcs and trolls that catch his eye for the most part.

What does your muse find endearing personality wise?: Those with a sharp tongue and quick wit, people who can easily take control of a situation, and those who have a strong desire to nurture.

What is the stupidest/ most illogical thing your muse has done and why did they do it?: When he was a student becoming an Arcanist, he decided to get together with his friends and colleagues, asked them to hit him as best they could with pure arcane energy, and he took it, attempting to absorb the power into himself and redirect it into the sky to create a blazing lightshow of arcane. It worked for about, twenty seconds. And then he almost died.

His intention was to show off how he was perfecting using himself as a conduit of power and also create an awesome demonstration of power. It was impressive at best, and embarrassing at worst. Some of the arcanists still talk about it to this day.

#( out of mana )#( dusty pages ) ; muse info #ayy this was so fun! took a while to fill it out all the way haha

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Could you do all of the questions?

heyhey! yea! done on my laptop :>

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?♥ usually more milk but then i try to fix the ratio and it ends up being more cereal asfh

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?♥ eehhh sometimes

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?♥ mostly just pieces of paper lol

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?♥ with LOTS of sugar

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?♥ yes. it's gross

6: do you keep plants?♥ yea!

7: do you name your plants?♥ ofc i do

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?♥ music mainly. like you'll know my mood by knowing what song i listen to

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?♥ ye ~

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?♥ my side usually but i move a lot in my sleep

11: what’s an inner joke you have with your friends?♥ bongwater,,

12: what’s your favorite planet?♥ saturn! and pluto,,, and jupiter ahh

13: what’s something that made you smile today?♥ thinking about puppies !!!!!!

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?♥ idk? messy

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!♥ apparently you get taller in space

16: what’s your favorite pasta dish?♥ this is boring of me but i like plain ol' pasta with butter and salt the most

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?♥ white with purple ombre !

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.♥ HHH when i was 6 months old i ate a spider and anyone who knows about it never lets me live it down

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?♥ i try to keep em and write in em but i often forget

20: what’s your favorite eye color?♥ mmm i can't choose, they're all great !

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that’s been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.♥ oof my batman backpack that i gave to my dad. that thing went through A LOT. my new one is really good too tho. it's just red and black but it's served me well.

22: are you a morning person?♥ depends on if i've gotten a good night's sleep and if i'm particularly excited for the day!

23: what’s your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?♥ sleep, listen to music, read

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?♥ yea. we don't talk anymore tho. i miss him

25: what’s the weirdest place you’ve ever broken into?♥ nowhere? i've never broken in before

26: what are the shoes you’ve had for forever and wear with every single outfit?♥ i always wear my vans til they fall apart. my current pair are space themed bc ofc

27: what’s your favorite bubblegum flavor?♥ juicyfruit ig?

28: sunrise or sunset?♥ sunset

29: what’s something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?♥ ASFH UHM idk?? them just being themselves is enough for me to smile over them

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?♥ yes

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell? really, just talk about socks.♥ i wear mismatched socks all the time but like they do match each other somewhat. like. i have a bunch of stitch socks and i don't wear their match but i'll wear another stitch sock with it.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.♥ uhh me and two friends played never have i ever over kik once and long story short we learned a lot abt each other. some things we never wanted to know

33: what’s your fave pastry?♥ idk! i like danish pastries pretty well tho

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?♥ teddy!! i got him when i was 5 from my cousin for like a nickel. he's just a standard lil brown teddy bear. and ofc i still have him asdgh can't sleep without him. i even bring him to sleepovers

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?♥ yea! i use them when i can

36: which band’s sound would fit your mood right now?♥ EDEN. and crywank generally fits me too

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?♥ i like it to be clean but often it just gets cluttered and i don't have the motivation to clean it

38: tell us about your pet peeves!♥ uhhh i hate rude, arrogant, judgemental people, disloyalty, uhm, the sound that weird plastic makes, uhhh idk

39: what color do you wear the most?♥ mostly black and white

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what’s it’s story? does it have any meaning to you?♥ my solar system bracelet! i saw the post for it on tumblr and sent it to my mum, and she ended up getting it for me for christmas!

41: what’s the last book you remember really, really loving?♥ we were liars by e. lockhart. if i had to choose a fave it'd be that one. i sobbed for days after reading it. i think it kinda did smthn to my soul

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!♥ i do not sadly :

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?♥ my mum, i think ?

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?♥ oof, when harley was still here. it was a nice day, the sun was shining through my window, birds singing, EDEN playing softly, and harley was all cuddled up on my chest with his head tucked under my chin, purring away.

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?♥ depends. i try to evenly listen to my instincts and to logic

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.♥ my friend used to make a lot of bone puns bc of undertale and sans and one of my faves is "wasn't that HUMERUS"

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?♥ SEAFOOD it's grrrrrrrrrrroooooooosssss

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?♥ death. and yes.

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?♥ haven't bought many of those, i mostly listen to spotify :0 i did get the vinyl of black parade that mcr was giving out for the anniversary !

50: what’s an odd thing you collect?♥ crystals ig? pokemon cards, pens, books. uhh. i have a lot of paper and notebooks lmao

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?♥ mm. good times by all time low.

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?♥ uhh idk i like all of em

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers? beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?♥ heathers is epic and i love christian slater but also his voice is hilarious, beetlejuice was good and amazingly weird, and i've no seen the other two yet.

54: who’s the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?♥ HHH. the other day my mum's friend was talking abt how she's having problems with renters and she looked like she was gonna cry but it was more frustration than anything so idk?

55: what’s the most dramatic thing you’ve ever done to prove a point?♥ man idk it's prob somethin big but i don't remember

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?♥ ? idk. it depends ig?? like for my one friend i love that he loves animals, for my other i love that she loves music. for one i love her kindness and outward innocence and i find it hilarious when she actually shows her angry or sassy side.

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?♥ god i love bohemian rhapsody. so good. so catchy. the best. me and my former bff used to sing it all the time

58: who’s the wine mom and who’s the vodka aunt in your group of friends? why?♥ mmmm idk :0

59: what’s your favorite myth?♥ i love myths abt creatures! my faves are about the fae folk.

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?♥ idk :0

61: what’s the stupidest gift you’ve ever given? the stupidest one you’ve ever received?♥ uhh just a basic gift card ig. and uhm idk?

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?♥ mm if i have juice i'll drink it!

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?♥ i try to keep them organized

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?♥ it's getting late and it's kinda cloudy and grey

65: is there anyone you haven’t seen in a long time who you’d love to hang out with?♥ yeaa.

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?♥ mmm idk! maybe lots of purple and light blues? :0

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?♥ bad. i've always been nervous with storms and whatnot and those kinda days just make me jittery.

68: what’s winter like where you live?♥ well for a while it actually is winter and gets cold. but it's florida so ofc it goes back to being hot af.

69: what are your favorite board games?♥ i've always been fond of sorry sliders and candy land

70: have you ever used a ouija board?♥ NO AND I NEVER WILL. my mum and aunts did once and HHHHHHHH they ended up with a possessed barney doll

71: what’s your favorite kind of tea?♥ earl grey ! i really wanna try lavender tea tho

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you’ll forget it?♥ yea but i don't often actually do it

73: what are some of your worst habits?♥ i sleep and procrastinate too much but i'm trying, i pick at threads a lot hhh,

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.♥ ok uhh. they remind me of a canary bird. i associate them with yellow and pink. they're super sweet. always helpful. sad and i wish i could help them more. all in all a v good friend and v good person.

75: tell us about your pets!♥ OOF OK GET READY. syd: sydney, my man. the big orange floof. meathead. he likes to stand up and hold onto your shirt or pants and it's cute but also CLAWS. v smart, knows that if he annoys me enough i'll open my door for him. maggie: pretty pretty princess. also the grossest princess. beaut white, brown capped fur and green gold eyes and cutest lil meows. bean: has two thumbs, one is teensy tiny. meows are like inaudible. usually grumpy and will run if you pet her. only accepts affection when she's sleepy. sebastian: the real grumpy cat. russian blue boy. has a hard time jumping correctly now cos he's old. always talking and complaining. likes pets. will fight you. ash: scaredy boi. dark as night. murrs instead of meows bc he wasn't raised by other cats. rarely purrs but you know he loves you. likes head bumps. will scratch you if you're not paying attention to him. can be a bully. arrow: FAT. has scabs bc he keeps scratching himself,, why boi why (we think he's allergic to smthn). meows LOUDLY. eats everyone's food. likes to go outside. once got stuck in the same tree twice. shelby: old girl. jack russel. super hyper but also LAZY. only sleeps under blankets. gets jealous. will force her way onto your lap. the smelliest dog in existence i swear. emmy: chihuahua. grumpyyyy old lady. always telling people to shut up (mostly shelby). cute tho. has seizures sometimes. will purposefully use the bathroom on the floor where you'll step or on something of yours if you upset her. moriarty: my snek! good boy. likes to be under his paper towels. smol. has a cute face. percy: GRUMPY leopard gecko. she's a blizzard morph and she looks purple. so grumpy aaaaaaaaah. red: my betta girl. the other girls with her (blue and esme) died. she comes up to the glass to say hi to you. oscar the grouch: hedgehog. SO GRUMP. he literally turned his entire house around so you can't see him. rude. lillith, yuki, and star: ferrets. inseperable. good little catsnakes who i love. yuki has a thing for feet and shoes. star messes with the dogs/cats by nipping them. lillith is good but bites a bit hard. the chickens: we named them after the avengers. cap can die. literally she hates me and my mum she tries to fight us. RUDE.

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren’t?♥ yes. schoolwork

77: pink or yellow lemonade?♥ i like both !

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?♥ uhh hate club ig? idrk?????

79: what’s one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?♥ mmmMM my former bff used to be very supportive of my clinginess and she would be talking and i could just like hold my hands out to her or hug her and she'd be totally ok with it and not even pause talking. the best thing ever tbh

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?♥ two walls are light grey and the other two are a slightly darker grey! i chose it :> i wanted a good neutral color besides beige or white.

81: describe one of your friend’s eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.♥ mmm. like the sun shining through the branches of the trees.

82: are/were you good in school?♥ i mean?? ig? i get ok grades (mostly Bs) but i always procrastinate assignments cos i'm lazy and unmotivated

83: what’s some of your favorite album art?♥ ooohh my fave is from life starts now by three days grace. i actually made it my theme once on chrome

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?♥ yea! i wanna get a lot of space related ones! and maybe the chip number of my boy harley

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?♥ mm. i read webcomics! a fave of mine is stutterhug by samantha davies on taptastic :>

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?♥ uhhhhhhh i don't know any off the top of my head and i looked it up and it says american idiot by green day is one and i love them so? yeah

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?♥ THE CROW. and the last unicorn!! both so good

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?♥ i've always been fond of symbolism

89: are you close to your parents?♥ i'm close to my mum! not so much my dad

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.♥ woodsboro, maryland! that's where my aunts and cousins live. i love going up there!

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?♥ idk! my mum did bring up going somewhere this year tho

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?♥ barely even a pinch. unless it's spaghetti and that powdery parmesan cheese

93: what’s the hairstyle you wear the most?♥ wellll we shaved the sides and back so it's just long at the top and flipped sideways

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?♥ ? it was my mum's boss's birthday a few days ago :0 we all had lunch together and she asked me what name she should call me by. i love her tbh

95: what are your plans for this weekend?♥ hopefully i can go see the puppies !!!

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?♥ procrastinate

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?♥ infp, leo but i relate more to my scorpio chart, and hufflepuff!

98: when’s the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?♥ i've never actually been hiking!! and tbh i enjoy pretty much anything long as i'm with someone i like!

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.♥ jupiter by EDEN, leech boy by crywank, lost//found by EDEN, boats & birds by gregory and the hawk, and saturn by sleeping at last. a lot of others too ahh

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? why?♥ five years in the past. i could fix a lot of things that happened.

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daisiesanddanganronpaimagines · 7 years ago

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Three Treasures

Title: Three Treasures

Word Count: 2650

Fandom: Danganronpa, Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony.

Pairing: Kaede/Saihara

Rating: T to a low M.

Major character death and spoilers for chapter 1! You have been warned!

Summary: Shuichi has a dream about Kaede. Kaede leaves him a present that he hadn’t thought to find. Written for Saede Week ( @saiedeweek), Day 1: Death.

A/N: so this was written for saede week

and we get a week of fanfics for these two nerds!!

yay!!

this scene had been floating around in my head for a while and i finished it yesterday

wooo

i'm not very confident in this fanfic honestly but, i like it and the idea.

it gives the boy some closure.

Anyway, maybe leave a like if you enjoyed? And please please, please reblog! Even a comment on the post or in the tags with a reblog would be amazing! <3

Thank you for reading!!

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The golden sunlight touched the grass and filtered through the trees, bathing the forest path in front of them in a soft golden hue. He looked around at the trees, and then his eyes flickered down to the hand grasping his, fingers interlaced.

His eyes flickered back up to the person, next to him, only to meet the familiar dark lavender irises he’d become accustomed to seeing over time. Even with being accustomed, his breath hitched.

Kaede grinned at him, pulling him forward. She had on a white dress that seemed to be patterned with some song. It fell to her knees, and slightly puffed out at the waist, where a black belt separated the top half and the bottom half.

The blonde must have noticed him staring, because she dropped his hand and stepped out in front of him and twirled.

He watched as the dress caught the air and puffed out around her, making her laugh freely. She looked her age - not how he’d last remembered seeing her.

He was glad. This was what she deserved.

“C’mon, Shuichi! We’re almost to the end of the forest!” She cheered, holding out her hand to him.

Shuichi smiled softly, reaching out to take her hand in his once again.

But this time - he’d never get to take it.

A collar came from somewhere, cuffing her neck. Her eyes went wide as the clothes and scenery flickered.

Her dress - to a skirt and vest.

A beautiful forest - to a deadly killing game.

Again and again it flickered as Kaede was drug up and up, to a place that he couldn’t reach no matter how hard he tried.

Memories are trickling back now.

Kaede on the giant piano.

She’d been skipped from key to key, drug back and forth while suffocated by the rope she was dangling from.

Just enough to kill her mercilessly.

Just enough to allow her glimpses of eye contact with him, sadness, and longing, and need there, haunting him like ghosts. Although, he probably looked the same, beside the tears.

The light caught in her hair as Kaede hung there, her face clouded in shadows. A sick feeling welled up within him.

And as he watched in those final few moments, the light caught something else, too. Her face seemed to turn up to the light, and it caught her wet lashes, the gleam of tears on her cheek - and that ever present, ever peaceful smile.

He remembered what she had said to him.

“You are my wish.”

Yes, he remembered it now.

Just before the collar had taken her, she'd stepped forward, kissed both of his cheeks, and wiped the remaining tears on his face away with her thumb and hands. He’d leaned into her touch ever so slightly at that moment, watching her smile up at him with warmth, even though she knew this was the end for her.

And then - the collar came. Desperately, he reached out for her, and she reached back, fingertips brushing his before she was ripped away from him. But he had seen it.

That smile.

That trust.

That blush.

That hope.

“Shuichi! Take care of them! Survive, even if that’s the only thing you can do!”

And then, the piano came down.

Her blood had gone everywhere, mixed in with pieces of the robotic bear.

The tears seemed to be swallowing him now - taking him over like a tsunami washing away items on a beach.

His eyes slid shut - and he began to shake. His knees almost buckled.

Shuichi tried with everything he had to breathe, but it felt like his throat had swollen shut.

He couldn’t breathe.

Oh god, he couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t-

A searing pain welled up in his cheek, and he fell to the ground. A salty taste invaded his mouth.

Finally, he took a deep breath in.

He was grounded now.

He looked up at Kaito, listening closely. His eyebrows furrowed.

He was grounded, wasn’t he?

So why -

*Ding-dong!*

“Huh?”

*Ding-dong!*

“What the…?”

He stood, only to find everyone suddenly frozen. The Kaede from earlier was back, but she had an ugly scarring from the rope around her neck.

She smiled at him sadly. “I’m sorry things didn’t go the way I wanted...but...I have control for a couple more minutes before I have to really let you go.”

“Let me go…? What?”

Kaede shushed him, laying her hands on his shoulders and then wrapping him tightly in a hug. She was shaking. “I’m sorry,” She cried, “I’m so, so sorry for leaving you alone like this.”

He hugged her back. She felt...real. Warm. And yet...somehow ethereal.

The blue haired boy rested his head on hers.

“Behind the chalkboard in my lab….there are three items. Just for you. Don’t let anyone else see, okay?”

Shuichi’s shaking now, too. “Are...you real? Or...is my mind trying to cope?”

Kaede smiled softly. “Well, that’s for you to decide, now isn’t it?”

Shuichi laughed. “Yeah, I think you’re real enough.”

Kaede grew quiet suddenly. “Hey, I know this seems random - but did you ever want to...be with me?”

Shuichi nodded.

In response, Kaede let out a sigh in relief, slumping against him. “Oh, good. You know, when we were here, I had a dream that we had a kid together.”

The grey eyed male went red in the cheeks. “Mhm…”

*ding-dong!*

“And….it was a little blonde girl.”

*ding-dong!*

“What did we name her?”

*ding-dong!*

“Maya.”

*ding-dong!*

Kaede stepped back from him suddenly, and looked up.

“Oh, no.”

“What?”

*ding-dong!*

Kaede stepped closer and pressed their foreheads together.

“Listen, we don’t have much time. But, I want you to know that I love you. And I always loved you. Even though we were together two, three days? Doesn’t matter. I love you. And I want you to be happy. Live. Live for me, okay? Just...get out of here.”

“Kaede-? What-?”

She steps back, just out of reach.

“Goodbye, Shuichi.”

He reaches out to her, but the chain has come again, and drags her upward. Shuichi gets one last glance before she’s gone. A white, floor length silk gown replaced her other dress, and she seemed to have wings and a halo.

He looks around again - but only sees white.

Shuichi supposes that was when he woke up.

The next day - when he has time, he stops into her lab. He knows that someone probably sees him when he’s doing this - but decides that they’re most likely brushing it off as him coping.

The door slides shut with a soft ‘click’ behind him, and he sighs, taking a deep breath. He steeled his nerves. Was….that really Kaede?

Some desperate hope inside of him wanted it to be her - craved that connection. The majority, though, reasoned that it was his mind coming up with desperate images to get that connection he craved.

His steps as he approached the chalkboard were slow, methodical and even, even though his arms were beginning to shake violently.

Shaking still, he peeked behind the chalkboard, his heart thumping as violently as his hands were shaking still.

At first, he saw nothing. It was so elaborately hidden - he thought - that he began to wonder just how much time Kaede had spent in this room. But, when he adjusted himself to see if he was missing something, he noted a glint of silver. Reeling back, his mind began to go wild. Was there actually something there? If so, did that mean that Kaede had really contacted him in his dreams? But why him? And that declaration of love….it was real?

She’d loved him?

And he’d never known?

Before his mind could fall further into the abyss of his thoughts, he reached up to the silver glint he’d seen and pulled.

A bag came away in his hand, the handle covered in silver wires. He reached back again after setting the bag on the ground, only to find a small portion of the wall that cut away - almost like a cubby hole.

He smiled to himself. He should have known that she’d do something like this - something that would be passed off as a trick of the mind.

It’s what she’d done for the murder, after all.

He paused after that thought, darker thoughts threatening to consume him. He shook them off however, and investigated the bag as he sat down on the floor. There were items inside, which he took out.

Three items, just as the dream Kaede had specified.

A CD case, a little pink pouch, and a large envelope.

The CD case was clear and simple enough, and if he looked, he could see two discs. The pouch was a drawstring pouch, and it was a light, pastel pink. He remembered seeing something like that in the warehouse, so he supposed that she could have gotten it from there. He opened it by pulling on the drawstrings, and found hundreds of Monocoins in there.

He sat it back in the bag carefully. The next item he investigated were the discs.

One read “Songs Saihara Would Like,” and the other read, “Playing.”

The first he could figure out pretty easily, as well - there was an extensive music collection in the warehouse. The second was a little harder.

Playing? That could refer to a number of things. Playing a video, children playing in a park, playing an instrument.

An electric charge lanced through him.

Playing an instrument….

Playing the piano.

He’d never mentioned that he’d wanted to see her play, but somehow she knew. He was itching to go down to the A/V room to watch them, but he decided that he had to look in the envelope, first. It was large and a bright shade of orange, and Kaede had wrote something on it. It also bulged slightly, like it was holding something.

“Unless you are Shuichi Saihara or my future self and have found this envelope - do not open it! - Kaede Akamatsu”

He smiled, and then turned it around and opened it. Inside was a piece of paper, Kaede’s monopad, and her room key.

He took out the paper first. It was a letter.

Dear Shuichi, xx-yy-zz

If you’re reading this, then I’ve died. I died trying to defeat the mastermind. Maybe you’ll never read this at all. Maybe I’ll be too much of a pansy to let you know where it is. Hehe, maybe I’ll come back after death if that happens.

If there’s one thing that I have to say to you - it’s that I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what will happen at this ‘class trial,’ if we have one, but I’m willing to bet that you’ll figure me out. And then you won’t say anything because of all the time we’ve spent together, so I’ll make you convict me.

And I know that we’ll both probably be emotional messes the entire time, and everyone will say that I didn’t do it - because really, who would expect me to be the culprit? God...I’m just so terrible. At the time I’m writing this - Monokuma has told us about the time limit on the killing.

We came up with a plan to trap the mastermind, and I’ve come up with my plan to try and kill them. And then, I slipped away from you and went to write this. Honestly, this is stupid, and I’m sure everything will turn out for the best...but something just doesn’t feel right. I mean, the mastermind brings us here and keeps us trapped - even going as far as to build that huge dome - and we’ll be able to end it all?

Just like that?

I do trust you, and your plan - but I don’t trust myself to do this right. So, that’s that.

There’s also something else that’s been going on lately. I...I’ve been getting these flashbacks of a girl who’s just like me - but isn’t me. She says stuff I would never say, and yet, some little part of me resonates with her. I feel like...at a time, she was me - but she somehow isn’t me now. Do you know what I mean? I feel like...she was putting up a front with all the things she said, but I was at her core. And then I was exposed somehow, and now she’s a part of me, but I’m who she really is.

It’s weird, I know - but maybe it’ll help you in some way.

Anyway, this is getting pretty long, so I’ll wrap it up. When we were together, it was awesome. I felt like I could do anything with me - and while I don’t know if you felt the same, I feel like...you would agree. I think what I’m feeling now that I’m thinking about you is something like love, but not quite love just yet. Maybe when we get out of here, it will be more. I hope so.

In the envelope with the letter will be my Monopad and the key to my room. I don’t really know what use you’d have for this stuff, but I thought you’d like it. Plus, there’s no one else I’d really trust with my Monopad and stuff with other than you. The discs and Monocoins are my way of atoning, too. For making you convict me...and all of that.

Shuichi, stay safe and survive, okay? Even if I don’t - I want you to survive for me. Keep your head up, and lead everyone. I know you can do it!

Goodbye, Shuichi.

I love you.

With love,

Kaede Akamatsu

Tears were falling freely from his eyes as he read the letter over and over again, hand covering his mouth as he tried in desperation not to cry.

He did.

The letter fluttered to the floor.

Oh, Kaede.

The tears that were flowing down his face were ones of a heartbroken and mourning boy - one who’d like anything more than to have her back.

But - that wasn’t happening, anytime, now was it Shuichi?

No, no it wasn’t.

After a few minutes, he pulled himself together. Quietly, he slid everything back into their respective places within the bag, pulled himself up off of the floor, and walked out of the room with the bag hung off of his shoulder. In retrospect, he’s glad that no one saw him, and especially Miu, who would probably ask him if he was carrying around that bag to carry around his “lady products” in. He would have snapped at her.

That didn’t happen, however, and he got down to the A/V room with no hassle. Quickly, he locked himself in and sat the bag on the couch, and then took the discs out. First, he inserted the one of Kaede playing. Then, he started everything and sat himself on the couch, staring at the screen.

At first, there was black, and then there was a small beep, and a view of Kaede and her piano. She smiled at the camera and said; “I assume you’re watching this after the letter, so I can’t say much except that I’m sorry. But, even still, I hope you enjoy!”

With that, she placed her fingers to the keys and began to play. The soothing melody of “Clair de Lune,” by Debussy flowed throughout the room.

He supposed she meant it to be calming, but it overwhelmed him with a tidal wave of emotion, and he began to cry.

He wasn’t sure when the first song ended and the other started. He wasn’t sure when the sound of the piano left his ears altogether.

He wasn’t sure when he passed out from crying.

He woke several hours later, extremely tired even after sleeping, the bag clutched against him tightly.

If anyone had found him - they didn’t mention it.

Neither did he.

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LINE 6: SPIDERS IN THE BELFRY

UNDERTALE

LINEAR TEMPORAL

LINE 6: SPIDERS IN THE BELFRY

Hiro stepped out of the elevator, finding himself on a long pathway. Up ahead, he spotted two monsters, a six-armed lavender one with short black hair and two short ponytails, five dark purple eyes, and wearing a shortsleeved jumper with a maroon top and a dark pink bottom and black boots behind a long table covered with a pink-and-white checker tablecloth and the green cat monster wearing a longsleeved top, blue shorts, and kneehigh yellow boots reclining on the floor. On the table is a croissant and a purple glazed donut. By the voice of the lavender monster, Hiro figured this was a girl. He also noticed spider webs everywhere and the girl's physique is reminding him of a spider as well...

Spider Girl: Welcome to our parlor, dearie~. Interested in some spider pastries? All proceeds go to real spiders~.

Hiro: Spider pastries. Oh, so she had the ones in the Ruins, too? (checks out the spider donut; notices it looks more rubbery than usual) Huh, it's not real? (looks at the croissant; it reminds him of a power bracelet from a game he saw someone play before) I want one... (walks up to the cat monster)

Cat Monster (hesitant): I...I...I ended up buying donut...

Hiro: You did?

CM: Yeah.. I...I...I didn't want to, but that girl... even though I told her no, she...kept staring at me in this creepy way and licking her lips. N....Now I'm outta cash...

Hiro (glances back at the girl and catches her staring at them): Eeep..

Hiro continued past the area and found himself in a room with more of the steam arrow platforms.

Hiro: Not this again... (hears his phone ring and answers it) Hello?

Alphys: Hi, Alphys here!

Hiro: Hi. It's that dumb arrow room again...

Alphys: Yeah, this room's like the room we saw before. There are two puzzles to the north and the south. You'll have to solve them both to proceed!

Hiro: Okay.

Alphys: ...A-Also... I'd like to say! I don't really...like giving away puzzle solutions.

Hiro: Aww, not even a little one?

Alphys: Nope! But if you need help, just call me, ok? Actually, wait, I have an idea!

Hiro: What?

Alphys: Let's be friends on UnderNet! Then you can ping me when you need help!

Hiro: Okay, but I thought we're already friends on there.

Alphys: ...Huh? …..Wait, we're friends already? ...I signed you up, didn't I?

Hiro: Yeah, you signed me up when you fixed my phone.

Alphys: Ah... (nervous) You've been reading my posts the whole time...

Hiro: Oh, the things popping up when you said something? Yeah, I saw them.

Alphys: …..Well! I hope! You agree with me! About Mew Mew 2!

Hiro: I've never- (gets hung up on) -seen it... Ack.

Hiro pocketed his phone and proceeded to solve the puzzle ahead. He found this arrow area to be a lot easier than the one before and he headed south first. The laser-conveyor belt area was not so fun, though. Moving through three blue lasers on the belt and thrown into three soul-rending quick laser actions left him at 5 hp as he tried to stop and move when needed. Once he made it, he heard his phone ring and answered it angrily.

Hiro: AAAALLPHYSS.

Alphys: Hey! Ah, s-something up?

Hiro: I hate lasers.

Alphys: O-Oh... This, um, doesn't have anything to do with guiding you...but...... (silent) ...would you like to watch a human TV show together??? Sometime??

Hiro: Huh? Yeah? What's it called?

Alphys: It's called, um, M...Mew Mew Kissy Cutie...

Hiro: That show she likes.... Sure!

Alphys: R-Really!? It's so good! It's um, my favorite show! It's about- (goes on a tangent about the show and almost spoils stuff) Uhh, I think you'd really like it!!! We should watch it! After you get through all this!

Hiro: Um...Okay. (hangs up) I don't think I caught that. But it sounds neat. (heads inside the room; sees it's the block shot room) Oh, it's that room that you gotta move the blocks and stuff. (reads the note) …..Just one shot..? Hmm..

It took him a short while, but he figured it out and took the shot.

Hiro: Yes! (leaves the room) Now for the other room. (goes on the conveyor belt and notices a cactus; manages to stop and smell a flower on it being moved away) Nice.

Hiro returned to steam-hopping in the area and headed north. He arrived in a plus-shaped area where nothing seemed strange and entered the room, seeing the block shot puzzle again.

Hiro: Here we go! (shifts the boxes and clears the area on the first try; shoots the ship) I'm getting good at this! (leaves the room and sees a pair of diamond-head monsters, one pink with a red backward cap, sleeveless striped shirt, blue jeans and black shoes, and one yellow wearing a V-neck longsleeved shirt, blue shorts and black boots; overhears them discussing Mettaton)

Pink Diamond-head: My fave Mettaton Moment(TM)? Right when everything looks the baddest, he poses dramatically. Like when he's on a cooking show and the eggs don't turn out right. But then he says! Even if you suck at cooking, you can always buy an MTT-brand Glamburger! Then he eats one! Everyone loves it!

Hiro: How? He doesn't have a mouth.

PD: ….How does he eat it without a mouth? Uhh, well... Watch the show!

Hiro: Ah. (walks over to the other monster)

Yellow Diamond-head: My fave Mettaton Moment(TM) is when he beats up the heel-turning villains! Even when it's during what's supposed to be a quiz show. Oh! And I like when he tries all kinds of different fashionable outfits! Even if it's during what's supposed to be a newscast.

After listening to the two monsters, he continued onward. He messed up the direction at first, but he managed to make to the eastern part of the area and walked up the long path. He faced a large pair of glowing double-doors with green lights flashing. They slowly opened to allow him passage and he moved on. Once through, he caught the scent of old cobwebs, which then brought his attention to the threads of spider webs that decorate the area as he saved his progress.

Hiro: Uh oh... (reads the location name on the screen) “Spider Entrance”? That's not good...

The area soon turned purple as he continued on towards the archway ahead. Once through, he was greeted with a dark area covered in cobwebs and spider threads. He could hear the skittering and faint twang of thread being stepped on and the titter and chatter of the resident beings nearby as he maneuvers past the webs on the ground.

???: Ahuhuhuhuhu.... Did you hear what they just said? They said a human wearing a striped shirt will come through.

Hiro: …..

???: I heard they hate spiders...

Hiro: Not...really...

???: I heard they love to stomp on them.

Hiro: I don't get close to- (feels his movement slow down) Eh?

???: I heard that they like to tear their legs off.

Hiro: Gah, why am I slow..? (looks down at himself)

???: I heard...

Hiro (sees himself waist deep in spider silk): Ah? What is this!? (struggles to pull himself out while getting his arms stuck) Geh, can't...pull it off! (faces forward; sees the girl from the parlor standing on a large spiderweb with a few purple spiders hanging around her; spots some spiders blocking his way out) Uuh...

Girl: ...That they're awfully stingy with their money.

Hiro: Eeh!? You!?

Girl: Ahuhuhuhuhu.... You think your taste is too refined for my pastries, don't you, deary? Ahuhuhu... I disagree to that notion. I think your taste..is exactly what this next batch needs!

Hiro: I don't think I taste that good!

With a giggle, the area fell into grayscale as Muffet, Hiro finds out, faces him. With a pair of teacups in her top two hands and a pair of teapots in her middle hands, she managed to trap Hiro. His options were to pay her 10g or Struggle, so he struggled to break free. Muffet giggled at his futile effort to escape.

Hiro: Ngh, gotta....

Muffet: Don't look so blue, my deary~ (pours purple liquid into the area) ...I think purple is a better look for you! Ahuhuhu~

Hiro: Agh! (covers his mouth as the liquid filled the box and dissolve most of the webs on him besides the ones tied to his soul, hands, and feet; reemerges with his soul being purple and attached to string as the liquid evaporated) Agh, wait... (notices a spider holding a sign showing “Up next” and a spider on it) What...is that?

Muffet: Why so pale? You should be proud~.

As Hiro asked about what he should be proud of, he climbed the web up and down to avoid the spiders. He then sees the sign again as Muffet tidies the web around him. When the option to pay 40g showed up, he chooses it, watching the coins land on the web.

Muffet: Proud that you're going to make a delicious cake~. Ahuhuhuhuhu~

Hiro: I think I'd make a bad cake...

Hiro dodged more spiders, but gets hit once. The little spider shows a sign with double spiders as Muffet does a synchronized dance with the other spiders. Hiro noticed the pay option was at 80g, and then struggles. Muffet saw this then laughs and claps her hands.

Hiro: Let me....go!

Muffet (giggles): Let you go? Don't be silly~

Hiro saw the incoming spiders and dodges them. He saw some that are on two lines and gets hit by one of them, seeing a sign with a spider and a circle that could be a donut as the spiders dance and clap to the cheerful music playing. He saw that his health was getting low, so he went to his Item menu for something to eat. To his surprise, Hiro soon realized he forgot to get more out of his dimensional boxes. He only has a pack of Astronaut Food and a can of Sea Tea. Thinking it would help him move faster, he drinks the Sea Tea to heal. He hoped his SPEED would increase, but realized he was restricted by web.

Muffet: Your SOUL is going to make every spider very happy~~~

Hiro: …. (dodges the spiders; gets hit but manages to dodge three donuts that bounced at him; sees a sign with a muffin and pays 80g) Is she gonna throw muffins at me?

Muffet: Oh, how rude of me! I forgot to introduce you to my pet~ It's breakfast time isn't it? Have fun you two~

Hiro tries to dodge the spiders as they rushed by. He expected muffins to be flying at him. What he didn't expect was a giant spider-legged muffin monster.

Hiro: AAAH!! (frantically climbs the web while trying to dodge spiders) That was close... (sees the spider donut sign) Gaah. (catches the scent of freshly baked cobwebs) That smells.... (eats the astrofood to heal) Nothing left...

Muffet: The person who warned us about you...

Hiro: About me? (dodges the spiders and donuts, gets hit; checks the Pay option and sees it at 150g; currently has 156g) I only have that much left.. (struggles) I don't wanna!!

Muffet (is amused by Hiro's antics, she gave him a discount): …..Offered us a lot of money for your SOUL.

Hiro: Someone wanted to buy my SOUL? (dodges spiders, but gets hit; sees the Pay option is at 75g, pays it) I still got enough...

Muffet: They had such a sweet smile~ And.... ahuhu~

Hiro tried to dodge the spiders and donuts coming at, but he dies in the process when a spider hit his soul. He returned to the save star and decided to be more prepared with more items from his phone, including the items he ate. When he checked his phone, he noticed his 268g was back to normal.

Hiro: Huh? My money's back. (goes back into the area) I wonder who the person who told Muffet about me is. Who wants to get my soul? ….It couldn't be- (gets stuck in the web again) Aww, no...

Muffet: I heard...a certain stingy human hates spiders.

Hiro had a tough time going through the battle against Muffet and her spiders friends. Dodging spiders and donuts, climbing in a panic from Muffet's pet. He had some hits dealt to him, but he managed to get through to where Muffet mentioned about the person who offered her money for his soul. The only person he knew who would have wanted to get his soul for a reason was Asgore. At one point, Muffet pours Hiro a cup of spiders. He kindly refuses and continues dodging until he dies again.

Hiro (grabbing his head): Ack, why did I run into that spider!?

Hiro returned to the spider webbed area and tries again. He sees the spider donut sign again, dodges the spiders while getting a hit on him and sees something flying at him. He managed to dodge it, but sees it coming back and dodges it again, noticing it was a random croissant that flew and out like a boomerang.

Hiro: Was that a croissant thing? (sees the spider's sign showing the croissant) There's more...?

Muffet: It's strange, but I swore I saw them in the shadows... Changing shape..?

Hiro: Changing shape? Does Asgore do that? (dodges the croissants and gets hit by one; sees the muffin monster on the sign) Oh no, not that muffin thing...

Muffet: Oh, it's lunch time, isn't it? And I forgot to feed my pet~

Hiro: You forgot?!

Again, Hiro tries to dodge spiders and donuts and struggles to climb the web to escape the muffin monster, and again, he dies. He soon began to feel tired and that familiar voice crept into his mind in the darkness.

???: Come on...just kill her already. You're only wasting your time. It'll be easier to take that pan and-

Hiro (shakes his head): NO! (finds himself before the star; stares at it for a while) …..

Hiro pushed himself through the battle again. He had to prove that he can get through it without resorting to violence. As Hiro tried to figure out why the spider girl would want to get the money for his soul, it was made apparent when Muffet mentioned the reason for her acceptance of the exchange.

Muffet: With that money, the spider clans can finally be reunited~

Hiro: Reunited? (dodges spiders and gets hit)

Muffet: You haven't heard? Spiders have been trapped in the Ruins for generations!

Hiro (tries to dodge donuts): Oh, those spiders! Hey, can't they just go under the door?

Muffet (shakes her head): Even if they go under the door, Snowdin's fatal cold is impassable alone.

Hiro (dodges the croissants, but gets hit): Ouch! Oh yeah, it was really cold there...

Muffet: But with the money from your SOUL, we'll be able to rent them a heated limo~

Hiro: I want a heated limo... Whatever a limo is.

Hiro was struggling with this battle as he used up his items and got his soul shattered. He didn't have much of a way to make it end quicker, but he was determined to get past the spider girl. He decided to switch up his armor from glasses to apron and try again. He finally managed to reach the point where all three symbols (spider, donut, croissant) were on the sign the little spider was holding.

Hiro: Yes, I gotta be close!!

Muffet: And with all of the leftovers...? We could have a nice vacation~ Or even build a spider baseball field~

Hiro: That sounds fun! (dodges the spiders, donuts, and croissants; gets hit by a spider) Ack!

Muffet: But enough of that... It's time for dinner, isn't it? Ahuhuhu~

Hiro: Not again!

More spiders rushed out across the web, overwhelming him as he tries to climb faster from the muffin monster but dies in the progress again.

Hiro: So cloooose!!

He felt like getting close to the end and pushed himself through the battle as he tries again. He soon faced off against the spider and muffin monster onslaught and manages to survive it.

Hiro: Gaaah!! Finally!!

Muffet (amused): You're still alive? Ahuhuhu~ Oh my pet, it's time for dessert~

Hiro: N-No... (notices a little spider crawl up to Muffet with a paper) No sign..?

Muffet: Huh? A telegram from the spiders in the ruins? (takes and reads it) What? They're saying that they saw you and...you helped donated to their cause!

Hiro: Yeah! I bought a donut from them!

Muffet: Oh my, this has all been a big misunderstanding~ I thought you were someone who hated spiders.

Hiro: I mean, not really.

Muffet: The person who asked for that soul... They must have meant a DIFFERENT human in a striped shirt~

Hiro: There's another person here? (sees a flicker of the other kid)

Muffet: Sorry for all the trouble. Ahuhuhu~ I'll make it up to you~ You can come back here any time... And, for no charge at all...

Hiro: Thanks!

Muffet: I'll wrap you up and let you play with my pet again!

Hiro: Uh, t-thanks... NO THANK YOU!!

Muffet: Ahuhuhuhuhuhu~ Just kidding~ I'll spare you now~

After what felt like hours of a grueling dodge fest and a flickering scene of her getting killed, Hiro and Muffet finally spared each other. All but one spider left the area as Muffet spoke to Hiro while removing the webs off of him with ease.

Muffet: Ahuhuhuhu.... That was fun! See you again, dearie!

With a giggle and ascension of the last spider, Muffet retreated back into the darkness. Hiro made a mad dash back to the save star and saved his progress.

Hiro: Never...never again....

Once done, Hiro dashed his way out of the cobwebbed area, but not without Muffet being present in the room and him being told to be on his best behavior when visiting her parlor. When he exited the area, he found himself in another purple area where the wall is made of brick and he found a poster that looked like the one in Alphys's lab. It was a new stage play by Mettaton about a tragic tale of two star-crossed lovers, kept apart by the tides of fate.

Hiro: I remember doing something like that at school. I was a mouse in the Nutcracker play before Christmas. Oh, it's almost time for the performance! I think? I should find a seat! (walks out onto the stage)

The background has silhouettes of lit houses and the stage building was a castle with stairs and vines. A full moon and three stars are hanging by more silhouetted houses. As Hiro spotted the seats below him and made his way to find the stairs to them, a familiar robotic voice is heard above him.

???: OH? THAT HUMAN...

Hiro (looks up to see Mettaton peeking out the square window by the balcony area): Oh no...

Mettaton: COULD IT BE? (comes out in a blue dress, dressed somewhat like Cinderella) MY ONE TRUE LOVE?

Hiro: I...what- (hears music playing starting with a harp) Uh....

Mettaton descended down the stairs while holding his dress to avoid tripping. He soon began to sing once his screen turned red.

Mettaton (sings off cue):

Oh my love~

Please run away~

Monster King~

Forbids your stay~

Humans must~

Live far apart~

Even if~

It breaks my heart~

They'll put you~

Hiro (sees rose petals falling around them): Eh?

Mettaton:

In the dungeon~

It'll suck~

And then you'll die a lot~

Hiro: I-

Mettaton:

Really sad~

You're gonna die~

Cry cry cry~

(puts his hand on Hiro's head) So sad it's happening~.

(shooting star falls in the background)

Hiro (claps nervously): Errm, that was...nice?

Mettaton: THANK YOU, BUT IT'S SO SAD. SO SAD THAT YOU ARE GOING TO THE DUNGEON.

Hiro: Wait, me!?

Mettaton (has a control button): WELL, TOODLES! (presses it)

Hiro (drops when a trap door opens under him): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!! (lands in a room; sees Mettaton hovering nearby) Ooww...

Mettaton: OH NO, WHATEVER SHALL I DO? MY LOVE HAS BEEN CAST AWAY INTO THE DUNGEON. A DUNGEON WITH A PUZZLE SO DASTARDLY, MY PARAMOUR WILL SURELY PERISH!

Hiro: What's a paramo-uhhhh.... That's...

Mettaton: O, HEAVENS HAVE MERCY! THE HORRIBLE COLORED TILE MAZE!

Hiro: That's that maze Papyrus had....

Mettaton: EACH COLORED TILE HAS IT OWN SADISTIC FUNCTION. FOR EXAMPLE, A GREEN TILE SOUNDS A NOISE, AND THEN YOU MUST FIGHT A MONSTER. RED TILES WILL... ACTUALLY WAIT A SECOND. DIDN'T WE SEE THIS PUZZLE ABOUT A HUNDRED ROOMS AGO?

Hiro (nervous): Um........no..?

Mettaton: THAT'S RIGHT. YOU REMEMBER ALL THE RULES, DON'T YOU?

Hiro: Uh-

Mettaton: GREAT. THEN I WON'T WASTE YOUR TIME REPEATING THEM!

Hiro: Ah...

Mettaton: OH, AND YOU BETTER HURRY. BECAUSE IF YOU DON'T GET THROUGH IN 30 SECONDS...

Hiro (feels something warm behind him getting hotter): Why does it feel hot- (sees a wall of fire behind him)

Mettaton: YOU'LL BE INCINERATED BY THESE JETS OF FIRE!

Hiro: Aaah!!

Mettaton: AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHA... HA..HA! MY POOR LOVE! I'M SO FILLED WITH GRIEF, I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING! GOOD LUCK, DARLING!

Hiro had sort of remembered the rules, but that didn't keep him from running into electric tiles, red tiles, and piranha tiles in a panic, and in doing so, he didn't make it in time.

Mettaton: OOOOH, I'M SO SORRY! LOOKS LIKE YOU'RE OUT OF TIME! HERE COMES THE FLAMES, DARLING!

Hiro: Oh no...

Mettaton: THEY'RE CLOSING IN!

Hiro (panicking): What do I do!?

Mettaton: GETTING! CLOSER! OH MY!

Hiro: Ngh...Alphys, help!

Mettaton: ANY MINUTE NOW!!

(silence)

Mettaton: …... (robotic cough)

Hiro: Too hot.... (hears his phone ring and answers) Alphys, help! Mettaton got me trapped in fire!

Alphys: Watch out! I'll save you! I'm hacking into the firewall right now!

Hiro: Hurry! (sees the fire extinguished quickly) Phew...

Mettaton: OH NO! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN??? FOILED AGAIN BY THE BRILLIANT DR. ALPHYS!

(awkward pause)

Hiro: Uh...

Mettaton: THAT-

Alphys: That's right! Come on, Mettaton! Give up already! You'll never be able to defeat us...not as long as we work together!

Hiro: Y-Yah! What she said!

Alphys: Your puzzle's over... now go home and leave us alone!

Hiro: Yeah!

Mettaton: PUZZLE? OVER? ALPHYS, DARLING, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? DID YOU FORGET WHAT THE GREEN TILES DO? THEY MAKE A SOUND, THEN YOU HAVE TO FIGHT A MONSTER.

Hiro: Wait, isn't that new-

Mettaton: WELL, DARLING, THAT MONSTER....IS ME!

(greyscale battlefield)

Mettaton: THIS IS IT, DARLING, SAY GOODBYE! (hears Hiro's phone) IS THAT YOUR PHONE? YOU'D BETTER ANSWER IT.

Hiro: H-Hello?! Alphys!

Alphys: H-Hey!! Th-This seems bad, but don't worry!! There's one last thing I installed on your phone..! You see that yellow button...?

Hiro (looks on his phone and sees a yellow button above JETPACK): Yeah?

Alphys: Go to the phone's [[ACT]] menu and press it!

Hiro: Okay! (sees the [[ACT]] panel glowing, sees the option Yellow in yellow color) Here! (sees his phone resonating with Mettaton's presence) Huh?

Mettaton: OH!!! THAT YELLOW GLOW....!

Hiro (soul turns the pointed end to the robot and flashed yellow): Whoa!

Alphys: Now press it!

Aiming his soul like a gun, Hiro shot energy bullets at Mettaton.

Mettaton: OOOH! OOOOOOOH! YOU'VE DEFEATED ME! HOW CAN THIS BE, YOU WERE STRONGER THAN I THOUGHT, ETC. WHATEVER. (leaves the field and color returns)

Hiro (soul returned to normal and he answered his phone): Alphys, he left!

Alphys: L-Looks like you beat him!

Hiro: Yeah, and that was so cool! I didn't my soul could do that!

Alphys: You did a really great job out there!

Hiro: All thanks to you, Alphys!

Alphys: What? Oh no, I mean... You were the one doing everything cool! I just wrote some silly programs for your phone.

Hiro: you still helped me out with them, so you're cool, too!

Alphys: ….umm, h-hey, this might sound strange, but...c-can I tell you something?

Hiro: Yeah?

Alphys: …..

Hiro: ?

Alphys: B-before I met you, I d-didn't really... I didn't like myself very much.

Hiro: Why not?

Alphys: For a long time, I felt like a total screw-up. L-Like I couldn't do a-anything w-without...without ending up letting everyone down. B-But...! Guiding you has made me feel... a lot better about myself. So... thanks for letting me help you.

Hiro: Welcome!

Alphys: ….Uhhh, anyway, we're almost to the CORE. It's just past MTT Resort. Come on! Let's finish this!

Hiro: Yeah! (hangs up) All right.

Hiro moved on and realized how far he was from the end (nowhere near) and headed up. He arrived at an area where he saw the nice cream guy and the guards flanking the stairs ahead with paths to the left and right.

Hiro: Ah! I can get more ice cream!

Nice Cream Guy: Hey! It's you again! Business is excellent here! These two fellas bought all my ice cream! I've actually sold out of everything!!

Hiro: Oh what...

NCG: ...Sorry... Wait! I've still got something for you!

Hiro: Really?! What is it?

NCG: A big smile! How about that!

Hiro: Aaaw...

NCG: I'm so happy! Nice cream is really changing the world!

Disappointed at not getting more Nice Cream, Hiro went over to the guards, noticing that RG02 seems happy.

RG01: Oh hey, we're, like, taking a rain check on that killing-you thing. Like, don't tell Undyne about this, ok?

Hiro: Um, okay...

He checked the right path and saw the R3 elevator and Heats Flamesman. Which Hiro got right according to the monster's reaction of being easily defeated. He'll always remember that Hiro remembered. He checked the left path and found the stage he fell from with Mettaton, so the only way is up. Hiro found himself between a pair of red rope barriers before the building at the area Alphys mentioned: MMT Resort. A large building with the windows and double glass doors having light shining through, the windows having a burgundy plant ledge under them, a red carpet rolled out in front of the doors that has T's on the sides and M's on the end, and a gold sign showing MTT and a pair of rectangular robots with wings on the ends hanging above a white and yellow checkered awning. The right side of the building has red spray paint graffiti and an arrow on the ground pointing into the alleyway. In awe of the building before, he soon noticed Sans leaning against the plant ledge. He had a really worried look on his face as he stared at the double glass doors, not noticing Hiro approaching him.

Hiro: Sans?

Sans: ….

Hiro (taps his arm): Sans!

Sans (jolts): Huh?! (sees Hiro) Oh, were you calling, uh, me?

Hiro: Yeah. Something wrong?

Sans (shakes his head then smiles): Nah, I'm all right. (looks at the door) It looks like you're going to the Core.

Hiro: How'd you know?

Sans: I...heard about it. How about grabbing some dinner with me first?

Hiro: Yeah, I am hungry.

Sans: Great, thanks for treating me.

Hiro: Wait, what?

Sans: Hahaha, just kidding. (walks toward the left alleyway) Follow me. I know a shortcut. (leads Hiro to a wall; he touched it and several purple rings pulsed from his palm, creating a chain ring on the wall)

Hiro: Whoa! That's so cool!

Sans: Cool, huh? Let's go. (leads Hiro through it and they both end up appearing on the opposite sides of a dining table)

Hiro looked around in surprise and noticed he and Sans were in a fancy restaurant. Candle lit tables shaped like Mettaton, a platoon of ficus plants lining the walls, a few TVs showing Mettaton's shows, and two celebrity bulletin boards showing the latest reviews- courtesy of Mettaton. There's a small stage near the lobby entrance and reservation counter where a few monsters are at.

Sans: Well, here we are. (sits down in the chair)

Hiro: Eh? How did we...? (sits in his chair with his feet dangling off the floor a little)

Sans: So, your journey's almost over, huh?

Hiro: Looks like it. I have to go to the Core next.

Sans: ...The Core, huh...? You really must want to go home.

Hiro: Yeah...

Sans (shifts his eyes away while lightly squeezing the chain decal on his sleeve): Yeah... I know the feeling, kiddo.

Hiro: You do? Is that why you look sad sometimes?

Sans (looks at Hiro in surprise): Eh? (shakes hi head) Not really. Though...I guess it's better to take what you're given, y'know? You got everything down here; food, drink, friends... Is what you have to do really worth it?

Hiro: Hmmm, I don't know. Is it?

Sans (leans back in his chair as he looks away): …. (looks at Hiro as he waves the thought away) Eh, forget it. I feel like I should be rooting for you. You're....different..somehow.

Hiro: Eh? Different? (sees Sans look away before looking back at him)

Sans: Hey. You wanna hear a story?

Hiro: Yeah!

Sans: Right. This is something that I once told somebody I knew. So you know I'm a sentry in Snowdin Forest, right?

Hiro: Yeah? With Papyrus.

Sans (the corner of his mouth twitched): Yeah. I sit out there, watching out for humans. Pretty boring, if you ask me. So one day, I was walking into the forest and found a huge door, and I thought it'd be great for trying out knock-knock jokes.

Hiro: Huge door in the forest, that's to the Ruins...

Sans: I'm knocking them out like usual, and I knocked on the door saying, “Knock knock!”. I then heard a woman's voice from the other side replying “Who is there?”

Hiro: A woman? Ah, Toriel!

Sans: Yeah. I was surprised at first, then decided to say, hmm, “Dishes”. “Dishes who?” “Dishes a very bad joke!”

Hiro (laughs): That's a good one!

Sans: Hahahaha! Yeah, just like that! She just laughed like it was the best thing she heard in a hundred years. So I kept going and she kept laughing. It was great.

Hiro: It was a funny joke!

Sans: Yeah and you know what? After a while, she knocks and says (imitates Toriel's voice, but slightly higher) “Knock knock!”. I go “Who's there?” “Old lady.” “Old lady who?” “Oh, I did not know you could yodel!”

Hiro (laughs): That was funny!

Sans: Heh, sure was. What a classic. She was really good. We kept going at it for hours. Things weren't looking so boring after all when I kept coming back to joke with her everyday. It's really fun. Of course, I had to leave because Ca-uh, Papyrus gets cranky without his bedtime story.

Hiro: You read bedtime stories to him? Ca...?

Sans: Pretty much. Done so for a long time. (looks away for a moment before looking at Hiro) …. One day, though, she wasn't laughing as much as she used to.

Hiro: Really? What was wrong?

Sans: I asked her the same thing, and you know what she asked of me?

Hiro: What?

Sans: She asked me, “If a human ever comes through this door, could you please....please promise me something? Watch over them, and protect them, will you not...?”

Hiro: Oh. Wait, so you were watching over me all those times?

Sans: Pretty much.

Hiro: Oh. Thanks for that!

Sans: No problem. ...Well, maybe one problem...

Hiro: Huh?

Sans: You see, the thing about promises is that I'm not good with them, and I don't even know this woman's name. But for someone who genuinely likes bad jokes, she has an integrity that you couldn't say no to. (turns his head away sighing)

Hiro: Huh, I thought she told you her name.

Sans: I never really asked her. But you know what...

Hiro: What? (feels a slight eerie feeling growing)

Sans: That promise I made to her... (looks at Hiro) It's been a lot easier to maintain with ya than it was with the person I told the story to. But you understand, right...?

Hiro (feels a growing chill crawling down his spine): I...N-No..?

Sans: Really..? Well, be glad dat ye're not like de person from 'efore... Bucko....

Hiro (becoming filled with terror): Wh....Why...?

Sans: Why..? Why ask? (blinks and his eye sockets are completely black; slightly growling) You're not dead...are you?

Hiro had a horrible vision of his other self holding a knife, being controlled by some strange entity and facing a different Sans. Bones were flying everywhere and skulls were blasting lasers at him. There was a strange twinge of pain in his left thigh like something sharp stabbed it and he saw a red slash on Sans's chest.

Do skeletons even bleed...?

Hiro (tries to keep his screams inside and shakes his head): Agggh, no...

Sans: H-Hey, you all right there?

Hiro: I....No...I've been...having these really scary things come up in my head. And I hate them.

Sans: Like what?

Hiro: Like...monsters getting hurt and... someone who looks like me hurting them...and someone who doesn't look like me hurting them..and voices telling me to do bad things..and you look different, too.

Sans: …...Different how?

Hiro: You're not wearing the outfit you have on. You got a blue jacket on, and none of that stuff on your clothes.

Sans (looks at himself then points at his chains): ….Huh..the chains? Really?

Hiro: Yeah. But! I didn't listen to the bad stuff and did good! I didn't want to hurt anyone like the voice wanted me to!! Because I'm determined!

Sans: … (grin widens) That's good, buddy. You must've done such a great job with that determination, you probably haven't died once, huh?

Hiro: …..Uh....

Sans: ..Am I wrong?

Hiro: Ah... I lost count at Muffet...

Sans: Muffet?

Hiro: Yeah, the spider girl who has a bakery parlor.

Sans (has a flicker of a flashback where a bespectacled human child was wrapped in spider silk as a spider girl watched and the sound of something snapping makes him flinch): Oh...her. ….heh. (stands up with Hiro doing the same) Well, that's all I wanted to discuss. Take care of yourself, and keep on staying determined.

Hiro: Okay. (watches Sans leave the way they came in through the wall) Hmn....Wait, we didn't get to eat yet!

With that realization, Hiro explored the area in search of food. He was going to try and go through the portal Sans made, but instead saw an orange humanoid monster by the plant. The monster forgot to make a reservation before entering the dining area, so he kept on to not look like he screwed up and ended up licking dew off a ficus plant. He met a hulking red demon who said to the puzzles were originally made to stop human attacks, but they soon became a tradition that you couldn't go (ugh) two feet without being up to the armpits in puzzles. He also met a small mole monster wearing a hard hardhat and turned out to be an employee of the core. The interior is a maze made of swappable parts that can be shuffled at will. He seemed to enjoy it as he loves puzzle. Hiro moved on to see a giant fish manning the reservation service counter, saying that one must reserve a table to eat, as well as other things like chairs, silverware, food, etc. Hiro went to the next area and was greeted by a blinding yellow floor, and a Mettaton statue fountain with water being sprayed out from the mouth to the floor and carpet. As strange as it was, it was a relaxing atmosphere in the hotel, giving Hiro plenty of determination as he saved his progress. As he does this, Tether had just calmed his nerves from wanting to throw a bone at Hiro. He's beginning to realize that the child may not be like the Frisk from his world. He was cautious about it since the last time something like this happened, it went downhill after a time. But he felt like it was definitely different, but he'll have to wait and see once he meets up with Hiro again.

Tether (pulls out his pen and purple notebook from his jacket; starts to write): Bad visions....strange voices...someone who looks like me....someone who looks like him.... (taps his pen against his chin) This is getting really strange. I may need to get more info from him about those visions and voices. (stops in front of the hotel doors) He's going to the Core... It might not be the one from my world....but it feels just as uncomfortable.... No choice, huh.... (shakes his head) Come on, Tether. Just like you said. Keep on staying determined.

TO BE CONTINUED

#linetempostory

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RULES. Repost, do not reblog! Tag 10! Good luck!

Tagged by: @thebrokenrobin

Tagging: @biestmodus, @theredhoodoutlaw, @lucklessprincess, @billyandhismultiples, @eclairegrey, @redcladnerd, @bcrnentertainer

BASICS.

FULL NAME:Artemis Lian Crock

NICKNAME(S): Artemis, Arty(Artie), Blondie, Tigress

AGE: 26

BIRTHDAY: May 29th (Ares)

ETHNIC GROUP: Mixed (Vietnamese and Caucasian)

NATIONALITY: American

LANGUAGE: Multilingual (English)

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bi-sexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single (getting over the loss of a love)/Verse Dependent

CLASS: Middle

HOME TOWN/AREA: Gotham City, New Jersey

CURRENT HOME: House in Palo Alto, California

PROFESSION: Vigilante Crimefighter/ Part Time ER Doctor

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Long waist length fair amber blonde hair, with her ‘identity collar’ it shortens to shoulder length and turns jet black.

EYES: Dark Thundercloud Gray, with her ‘identity collar’ they turn almond shape but seem to retain the same shade of gray.

NOSE: Straight-Edge

FACE: Heart shaped

LIPS: Full with a defined cupids bow.

COMPLEXION: Tanned

BLEMISHES: Rare, usually stressed caused

SCARS: Multiple and varies by verse, the most prominent one on her cheek from the dagger Harm attacked her and Zatanna with during her youth. In the verse V: Living a nightmare; she becomes reckless in life which results with more intense scars. in the verse V: Never saved; Her eariler scars are caused by her father or herself.

TATTOOS: Verse dependent. Usually simplistic bolt of lightning or arrow on her rib cage.

PIERCINGS: Verse dependent, but always has single simple first hole ear piercings .

HEIGHT: 5′5″

WEIGHT: 138 lbs

BUILD: Slender, Athletic

FEATURES: Fiery ‘i dare you’ look in her eyes, the skin of one corner of her mouth is a fraction darker from it being torn open and force to heal naturally

ALLERGIES: None

USUAL HAIR STYLE: Pulled back in a low pony tail.

USUAL FACE LOOK: Slightly hostile or annoyed/bored.

USUAL CLOTHING: Archer uniform- A midriff-baring costume that highlighted her build. Its colored in various shades of green and consisted of a mask extending from the hairline to the cheekbones, a sleeveless top with a stylized arrow tip on the front, fingerless gloves, pants with black knee pads, and black combat boots. A black utility belt and pouch strapped on her left leg filled with assorted tools, a quiver along her back with a bow and a multitude of multi-purpose arrows. Tigress uniform- a predominantly burnt orange and black costume, with a hard orange mask that covers her forehead, nose and cheeks resembling a stylized tiger’s face. A black sheath behind her back which stores her sword and also wears a black belt to store her weapons. Civilian clothing- A dark colored crop top adored with some colored (usually brown), slim, leather jacket and dark washed jeans with dark brown or black heeled boots.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEARS: Drowning, Losing her breath, Losing people to death, dying alone, being alone forever, ending up like her parents.

ASPIRATIONS: To make sure to bring good to the world everyday (find someone to dedicate the rest of her life to).

POSITIVE TRAITS: Empathetic, Kind-hearted, Loyal, Dedicated, Loving, Street and Book smart, Accepting

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Stubborn, short-tempered, aggressive, forceful, closed off, envious

ZODIAC: Ares

TEMPERAMENT: Choleric

SOUL TYPE: The Warrior

VICE HABITS: Biting her nails, pulling her hair, picking at her scars

FAITH: She doesn’t know what’s up there but she hopes there’s something, there should be with all the crazy shit that she’s seen in life.

GHOSTS: Was skeptical until the day she met Greta, she still tries to visit her grave and leave her flowers.

AFTERLIFE: She hopes, but doubts.

REINCARNATION: Anything is possible with the events she’s gone through in life

ALIENS: Her best friend is a martian so yes.

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: She barely had time for college never mind voting or keeping up with campaigns.

ECONOMIC PREFERENCE: She lived in the same run down apartment in the same crime prone neighborhood for 17 years of her life, she doesn’t care.

SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION: She doesn’t care because she doesn’t care to get close to a lot of people

EDUCATION LEVEL: Master’s in Human Biology and Bachelors in Comparative Literature from Stanford University

FAMILY.

FATHER: Lawrence Crock

MOTHER: Paula Nguyen-Crock

SIBLINGS: Jade (Crock) Nguyen

EXTENDED FAMILY: Lian Nguyen-Harper (Niece), Roy Harper (Brother in law)

NAME MEANINGS: The true meaning is unknown and possibly related to greek words αρτεμης (artemes) “safe” or αρταμος (artamos) “a butcher”

HISTORICAL CONNECTION: Artemis was the greek goddess of the moon and hunting, the twin of Apollo.

FAVORITES

ANIMALS: Dog’s more so the big an medium built not the small breeds, Orca whales, African Wild Dogs and Hyenas

FAVORITE DEITY: Anubis the jackle headed deity associated with mummification and the after life in Egyptian religion or Athena the goddess of wisdom , craft, and war.

MONTH: Any month other then June

SEASON: Autumn

PLACE: Star City

WEATHER: Cool and Cloudy

SOUND: Thunderstorms

SCENTS: Lavender, Singed clothing, Irish spring (Deodorant Soap), Amber, Ylang Ylang, ‘Dragon’s Blood’.

TASTES: Her mothers Pho recipie and spicy things

FEELS: Friendship. Love. Hope. Acceptance.

NUMBER: 12

COLORS: Rich Ocean Blues, Light and Emerald Greens, light yellows and dark purples

EXTRA.

TALENTS: Expert Archer and Swords-woman, trained in multiple weapons handling and in improvising things as weapons. trained in numerous fighting styles. took art lessons.

BAD AT: Letting people in, getting over things/forgiving, getting things done in a timely fashion, taking care of herself.

TURN ONS: People who can take what’s she’s giving (Arty loves being a dom though she is a great sub), hickies, surprisingly spanking

TURN OFFS: Uncleanliness/ Bad Hygiene

HOBBIES: Traveling, conquering her fear of water by learning to surf, running, reading, archery, musicals, boxing.

FC INFO.

MAIN FC/S: Natalie Dormer, Hayley Kiyoko

ALT FC/S: Candice Accola

OLDER FC/S:Blake Lively

YOUNGER FC/S: Lily-Rose Depp

VOICE CLAIM/S: Stephanie Lemelin

#i did a thing for once #i never do things im tagged in #my computer hated this

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906hacienda-blog · 8 years ago

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An American Afternoon

The road from my driveway to the local Supercenter is 3.1 miles and if you are to make the trek any weekday between the hours of 2:00pm and 5:00pm you will endure six separate school zones—such is the capital placed on children in this tiny exurb. Bikes, backpacks. The elderly in Day-Glo crosswalk vests, screaming at cars. It is not unusual to see a police cruiser parked up on the grass by the high school, a bored looking officer behind the wheel.

It was unusual, however, to have noticed, eight days ago, a dozen squad cars near the baseball fields. For one, our little town has a force totaling three officers, one of whom drives a golf cart. For another, all units had their lights strafing and their doors open, their hands idling near their holsters. A crowd had gathered.

“What’s happening?” my wife asked. “This isn’t normal.”

I hadn’t eaten yet. Now that I’m 82 years old, I tend to get grumpy when I haven’t had lunch. I mumbled a non-response. I figured some poor Assistant Principal had had a heart attack.

As we crossed one school zone into another, it became clear that something else was afoot. Marked SUVs, fire engines, and EMTs from neighboring jurisdictions raced past us. So, too, came those eerie little white generic cars with the red and blue lights inside the grille—those authorities whose job descriptions are not widely known but who lurk among us.

My wife suggested I check Twitter.

Before I could, the matter revealed itself in full. The news choppers and vans. The SWAT mobiles, like hyperplasiac armadillos. Of ambulances, Philip Larkin writes, “All streets in time are visited.” There is a sense in this country that the same is true for school violence.

In time in time in time.

We simply wait for the visit.

II.

When my wife and I moved into this modest house in this tiny exurb 3.1 miles from the Supercenter, we considered what to do with the sizeable patch of weeds next to the backyard patio. When considering what to do with a sizeable patch of weeds, you nearly always settle on doing nothing at all. And so we did nothing at all. We merely considered. A year or so passed until, finally, on a Valentine’s Day while my wife was at work, I purchased a gas-powered rototiller and tore up the patch of weeds and presented her with her own garden. We went to Lowe’s and she bought seeds—among them, zinnia seeds. These long-stalked, single flowered shrubs are meant to be annuals. And yet every spring now for four years they have come back. More than that: they have multiplied and spread like a weed themselves; they’ve spread from the garden into backyard lawn, into the neighbor’s yard, some even into the wild grass separating our house from the nearby church. They have become, themselves, a beautiful nuisance.

III.

A bomb threat at the local high school. A pipe bomb, somebody had overheard on a police scanner app and then posted to Twitter. All schools in the district had been put on lockdown. Hour by hour elementary and junior-high students were released until only the high school remained under surveillance. Students crouched beneath desks, the lights turned off. A girl had snapped a photo and texted it to her father, who in turn posted it on Twitter. Soon the media harangued him. They were so happy his daughter was safe. Also, would it be okay if they used the photo across all platforms of their news coverage? The father said that this was okay. I’m sure he had other things on his mind. I’m sure the same was true for every parent in this small town. Six school zones, and yet this. It was 3:15 pm on a Monday afternoon, and it had never been this sunny or this beautiful this early into the year.

IV.

My wife had decided that morning to make soap, but our trip to the Supercenter was disorganized and we’d forgotten a number of items. I drove to the smaller, local grocery with a list:

two different prescriptions for two separate anti-anxiety medications

Prilosec

Baby oil (for the homemade soap)

Tin foil

The list, of course, began with only one item. Which is to say, the list began without the need to be a list.

I go to this particular grocery store everyday, sometimes twice a day, and I have never seen the lines as long as I did eight days ago. I thought this odd. At this very moment helicopters floated above the school down the road with cameras trained on the library and the cafeteria, awaiting carnage. People shop in times of crises, I told myself.

The man running the Express Lane had feathered hair and a potbelly and six rings on two hands, none of them matrimonial, all of them vaguely satanic in aesthetic. He was maybe fifty. I tried to picture what this man’s nights away from work looked like, what he did to pass the time. I decided he must be in a band. A bassist, of course. Covers of Dokken. Also, he wore a badge, a police-looking badge, on his belt buckle. I think he had forearm tattoos. I think he had a goatee. I know he took his time checking out the guy in front of me. I know I had enough time to feel impatient and to register that a Muzak version of Jackson Browne’s “Doctor My Eyes” blared over the intercom. I had enough time to check Twitter. A lot of prayers were going out to the high school. Parents frantically Tweeting to the four local news outlets for updates. One student responded to the ISD:

so we got school tomorrow or what?

Another teenager suggested that if there were a bomb in the building, it might be best not to put the school on lockdown.

Sound, I thought.

And then it struck me. Why in the midst of all this chaos would a police officer pick up a quick shift in the Express Lane of a grocery while at this moment snipers were leveling rifles at classroom windows? Was there another connection? Was this bomb-maker somehow known to shop for produce at this hour? Were we in danger? Was the school a mere distraction for the true massacre to come—all of us in line, amongst the orders from self-checkout ladies to Please place your items in the basket and Jackson Browne? I wanted to tear open the prescription bag and chew up all of my pills.

Nadir: it turns out his badge read LOSS PREVENTION SPECIALIST. It was very official looking. I’d wager he had it custom ordered online.

“Yeah,” he said without my probing, “I’m real sorry about the wait. Our afternoon shift workers are all tangled up in that business at the school.”

I hadn’t thought of this. I must’ve said something.

“You know,” he said, placing his hands and all his kick-ass rings on his hips, “I’m in a biker club with some of the 5-0 down there right now. I’m listening in on their band when I can. You know, on my phone. They don’t sound too nervous about it. And, trust me. I know these guys pretty well.” He let out a cocky sniff.

“What a relief,” I said.

Maybe all of this is a nadir, now that I think of it. But the arrangement of images seemed, days later, a precise indication of our country at this moment, a collage perhaps Rauschenberg could have pulled off.

The school zone lights flashing. The kids beneath their desks, unable to make it to work—unable to tie on their aprons or smocks or whatever. The grocery lines backed up with parents chewing cuticles and checking phones. Me, with my Prilosec and anxiety meds.

The school remained on lockdown until 6:15 that evening. The bomb threat turned out to be a nostalgic, seventies-style prank call. Police are still looking for the culprit(s). Realizing there was no blood to be had, the news choppers left. The media shifted its attention.

I teach. There are days I drive to work contemplating the eventuality of not returning home.

VI.

Eight days ago, in the warmth of an evening, my wife made lavender soap while I pulled dead zinnias from the yard.

- AB, Feb. 7, 2017

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