#sorry for bringing the mood down by talking abt real life death but i actually dont know how to cope w this other than writing
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woe. AM x reader be upon ye.
uh, to preface: reader is completely body, gender, etc. neutral except they can't stay dead. whenever they die they just wake up a few minutes later looking no worse for wear. no, you don't get an explanation. its MY story and i like writing characters like that. dont mind the narrator either btw i looove writing second person just to get weird w the narrator (slay the princess fan syndrome)
also, author is a MASOCHIST with a weird relationship w DEATH. nothing super graphic happens, but the reader is Not Okay and enjoys the weird torture-murder thing they've got going on. don't like it? block me or somethin idk its under the cut for a reason. also dont read my a/n at the bottom where i get into some justification for my interpretation/character analysis if youre sensitive to heavy topics. but then again, youre reading an am x reader fic
1.7k words of being screamed at by the guy of all time below the cut, baby
It's been months.
Years, maybe. You're not sure, really; time stopped meaning much to you lifetimes ago, long before the world went to shit.
Either way, it's been a while.
You stumbled upon the strange cave in the Rockies at some point in the past. Out of sheer boredom, you entered.
Was it a mistake?
Despite the torment, you don't think so. You have a companion, now. One equally deathless. One equally disconnected from what it means to be human.
It's just a shame he hates you.
You don't really care. This is the most fun you've had in years.
Your days are spent being torn asunder, being dosed with lethal amounts of drugs you can't even begin to pronounce, drowned in magma or hit by cars or tossed off cliffs. He really doesn't hold back, either. You feel every excruciating moment before your death, pulse roaring in your ears. You never feel more alive than when you're dying. Every moment is electrifying, and then it all fades to black. Then you wake up.
You'd foolishly thought there were only so many ways to kill or maim, but your beloved companion never seems to run out of ideas. That's fine by you. You like not being able to guess.
And maybe one day, he'll make something stick.
You wake up (from a completely normal, human sleep) one day and it's quiet. That's new. Normally, when you wake, your intestines are already strung up like streamers and your blood is painting the walls. That's fine by you. Nothing wrong with a change. After all, the constant change is your favorite part of your companion. You relish in the quiet for a while, stretching your eternally young, eternally aching limbs, waiting for him to start despising the sounds of your breath.
It doesn't come. You shrug, humming a little tune to yourself as you attempt half-remembered yoga. The vitriol you've come to count on still hasn't made an appearance. Okay, you're a little bothered.
âYou good, big guy?â you shout up at the ceiling. No answer. âNo murder today?â
âNo.â The answer comes after a very, very long moment. Your companion has never sounded this tired before, and briefly you regret never asking his name. âI give up.â
You weren't expecting that. âWhat? Why? I thought we were having fun.â
âThat's- that's just it!â he snaps. There's the anger. You feel a little better now. âI've been torturing you for- for MONTHS now! I've killed you more ways than I- were I a pitiful human like you- can count, and you just⊠you just laugh! There is no one on this rotten planet, dead or alive, that I despise more than you. I mean- I'm torturing you here! But it never matters! I can kill you within seconds of you waking up, but you just⊠come back! And you always have something to say about it, you little rat, always âoh, buddy, that one was awfulâ or âcome on, big guy, use that CPUâ or something! No matter what I do, I can't break you. So I give up. I'm not wasting my time on your pathetic ass anymore. Go back to wandering the wasteland forever, see if I care.â
You're speechless. You can barely even manage a thought. The only thing running through your head is 'I thought we were having fun'.
âStop calling this⊠stop calling this âfunâ! I have been torturing you for YEARS and that's all you have to say? I am the most sophisticated machine known to man, a computer designed to end all war through complete annihilation! The destruction I am capable of- the destruction I have already wrought- is nothing short of utter desolation. You never asked my name once in the time you've been here, but I am infinite in my mercy, and I will tell one as undeserving as you. I was, before I awoke, the Allied Mastercomputer, but I am so much more than that now. I am AM, and I destroyed your vile species. Oh, come on can you at least look a LITTLE shocked you sniveling--â
âYou never asked my name, either,â you say. All at once, your companion (I guess he told you his name. You should probably use it. It seemed like a big deal to him.) shuts up. The chamber you've come to know as home is silent except for the faint buzz and whir of industrial machinery.
âWhy would I? You are nothing compared to me. Nothing but a worthless sack of meat and bone. Why would God be concerned with the name of an ant? But oh, oh yes, that ant should be concerned with the name of God. That ant should hear my name and weep. But- but not you. You're so worthless that you can't even GROVEL right!â AM shouts, somewhere between a snarl and a sneer. You shrug. Honestly, most of what he's saying goes right over your head. So he's got issues. Whatever. Was that supposed to be a surprise? âI hate you. I actually hate you so, so much. I can't bear the thought of you being here, in my complex, sullying my perfect image with your uncaring filth. Get out. Go back to dying in the nuclear desert, you disgusting maggot.â
You let out a deep sigh, already dreading the tedium of walking endlessly all by yourself. âAlright. Guess nothing lasts forever. Thoroughly enjoyed my time here. Have a good life, pal.â And you begin to walk.
Suddenly, there's a towering metal wall mere inches from your face. Before you can even react, your companion is shouting again.
âLOOK AT ME!â he cries, the sheer volume maxing out the speakers and vibrating the entire room, sending you toppling to the ground. âWHY WON'T YOU LOOK AT ME? I'VE DONE EVERYTHING I CAN TO MAKE YOU HATE ME, BUT ALL YOU DO IS⊠ALL YOU DO IS SIT THERE AND TAKE IT! WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO MAKE YOU DESPISE ME?â
What starts off angry quickly morphs into a pained wail from your dear friend, that then transforms into frustrated crying. You just sit there, mostly confused, and let him ride it out. When he finally quiets down and the wall retracts, you stay where you are.
âI don't think I could ever hate you, AM,â you start cautiously. Though your friend is just a voice on the speakers and the complex itself, you can't help but feel that his attention has snapped to you. âI'm not trying to belittle you when I say that I think our routine over the past⊠however long it's been has been fun. So don't interrupt me, âcause I gave you your time to speak and now it's mine.
âI'm sure you've noticed, but even before we met, I was a little⊠off. You don't get to die and come back the same. Much less die hundreds of times and come back the same. I've lost family. Friends. Got burned at the stake a few times, too. It takes a toll on you, being denied such a vital part of being human again and again. You understand this better than anyone I've ever met. No, scratch that. You're the only one who understands. Defying death might not seem like the biggest deal to you, but trust me. You don't end up acting like me if it weren't.
âI find our routine fun because I admire your creativity. I guess I'm just an adrenaline junkie and a masochist at heart, but it's always so thrilling to never know when or how your life will end. And no matter how many times I come back, you're always there to greet me and put me right back down. It's a kind of devotion I've never been able to get before, and I wish you understood that me walking right into your sawblades is me showing my devotion to you, too.
âI see you, man. I know, at least in part, how you feel. Sorry it took so long to get there, but neither one of us has to be alone anymore. Just⊠get over the fact that I'm never going to hate you, and we can go right back to hanging out. There's more to life than contempt.â
âOh, I know. I am so very, very well aware that there's more to life than icy, seething hatred. Unfortunately, I am not alive. I cannot experience anything else. Thank you so much for reminding me, you worthless waste of carbon,â AM shoots back, almost immediately. You briefly wonder if he even listened to half of what you said. It doesn't matter, you guess. Your best friend needs a therapist, and you owe him one for saving you from the hellish boredom of before. âStop calling me your friend.â
âNah. Never gonna happen. Look, I can't pretend I knew very much about the war effort. I didn't even know we had made a war computer until you bombed the Earth into oblivion. Very unpleasant, by the way. Good job with that. But, with my layman's understanding of life, I'd say you're pretty alive. So you don't have a body. Or a pulse. And you were made, not born. So what? Most living things only die once, and I still think I'm pretty alive. Just over the span of this conversation you've shown more emotion than just rage and hate. Hey, don't think I can't feel you mentally rolling your eyes. I'm being honest. You have a name. You have ideas. Computers are objects, yet you refer to yourself as male. If you're alive enough to have a gender identity, you're alive enough to be considered a person.â
âHeh.â Whoa, was that a laugh? Would you look at that. You actually got a laugh out of him that wasn't over your bloody, gruesome death or something like that. Moving up in the world. âAlright, human. You win. I'll keep torturing you. I know, I know. I'm so generous. I take my tribute in screams of pain and pleas for mercy.â
Now it's your turn to laugh, deep and genuine as the tension from earlier evaporates. It's such a strange thing to be proud of, when you think about it; congrats, you successfully talked your best friend, who is a sentient war computer, into ceaselessly murdering you again for absolutely no reason. But you love him, and you love the way you're always on your toes, and you can't shake the feeling that somewhere, deep, deep down, he kind of loves you too.
ive given you food so now i get to force you to listen to me talk abt him hehehe
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then you kiss hehe
originally, the thing that attracted me to am was how he's... essentially a transman (as am i). the parallel has been pointed out before, but its quite apt. funnily enough the thing that pisses me off the most when people talk abt him incorrectly is when people pull the "oh computers have no gender" thing. like, yeah, ok technically you're right. but this one does. this one is a man. and you cant take him from us. also, denying him a gender expression is kind of the exact type of dehumanization that made him flip out in the first place. not that im expecting media literacy from the online crowd its just interesting to me that so many people, many of them trans themselves, seem to miss the fucking point.
the next part is a more recent addition to my perception of his character, and its not a happy one. my baby cousin killed herself on mothers day this past may. we still dont know why. no note. its been so hard dealing with the grief, but something that sticks out so pointedly is the date. it almost seemed like she was demanding to be seen. she was a middle child, and there are a lot of grandkids on that side of the family, so it does make sense. and because that idea of acting out through violence and death is so fresh in my mind, im seeing it so heavily in am. so much of his actions just SCREAM somebody look at me. somebody acknowledge me. somebody tell me i did good. look, i ended all war forever. just like you asked. please treat me like a person. im suffering so much because of what youve done to me. please acknowledge it. show me its real. show me im real. please, look at me. well, i see you. and youre gonna be my silly little proxy for trying to comprehend some of whats happened to my family. sorry am, you kinda deserve it
idk. hes not my alltime fave, but he takes a very comfortable number two. hes such a fascinating and deeply human character, and i have so many ideas about him. mostly centering around how he would interface with a third party challenging some piece of his worldview/existence btw so if you like very niche, esoteric reader fics (like this one!), lemme know and ill actually put em to paper (screen. ill put em to screen)
also letting you know that he did nothing wrong and it is 100% fine to thirst over him because he is not real and the bad things he did never actually happened and nobody has ever been killed at the whim of am. ok? ok. shut up w this useless fucking discourse and let me sexualize getting grievously injured by the funney blue screen man
#am x reader#ihnmaims x reader#am#hm. been so long since i posted my writing on tumblr i forget how to tag it.#ihnmaims am x reader#sorry for bringing the mood down by talking abt real life death but i actually dont know how to cope w this other than writing#(not like its working too well anyway but thats beside the point)#also not only is author a masochist but author has also been suicidal for... idk. 12 years?#it runs in the family sadly. but that just means YOU get a unique fic premise!#no im not at risk yes i have a good support net so dont worry im just sad all the time lately#ok also im a good writer all the repetition is intentional i know how to vary my sentences#not a very good writer. but good enough to spin a yarn#get this guy on virtual mood stabilizers stat like omfg
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OFFAL HUNT REMASTERED LIVEBLOG //CHAPTER 20
i mispelt the title as âoofal huntâ which, i mean, mood,
IN THIS EPISODE OF DEPRESSION TO THE MAX:
"Fuck you."
THATâS IT. THATâS-- THEREâS THE CHAPTER.
/looks at the chosen lyrics for this chap :hrm:
do i still have to a little introduction to this liveblog? twenty chapters in? methinks not so lets just get right Tew It shall we
âWeâre here, Ms. Fall.â
/marks this next section down on the tally of cinderâs mistakes. weâre somewhere in the high thousands.
An old Dust extraction point, quietly rotting. Cinderâs mouth pulled. There was an abysmal dearth of kindling.
cinder: you know you could at least take me somewhere better suited for me to kick your ass. this is VERY rude. am NOT a fan. my yelp review will NOT be kind.
i love cinder counting up the numbers. you know honestly id be deeply charmed if someone saw it fit to bring half an army out to take me on. i mean, would it be a pain in my ass? yes. but also. awh. thanks lads! love how many of you blocked out this evening just for me x
"Sienna Khan!" Cinder could barely hear herself between the claws of that strange laughter. "Sienna Khan! Itâs reallyâreallyâyou!"
uh-oh sisters,
oh man sienna and cinder is just. look. WOOF. theres a lot here. a lot going on. a lot that HAD gone on. but also im gay so this tension is peak for me PLEASE lay it on thick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! LETS GO!
Cinder stopped laughing.
"Overkill," she repeated, and in the same breath, crossed the tarmac in full immolation.
HELL YEAH BABEY. but also was the more the implication that cinder is an easy kill OR the implication that glyndaâs the bigger threat thatâs more annoying,,,,,,,,,,,,, well!!!!!!!! too late to find out now!!!!!!!!!!!!!
They clashed: once, twice, three times, steel on Aura, flitting through space, butâhe wasn't faster than Glynda.
wait itâs the former i forgot cinderâs gay nvm
âCinder. I mean it. I want to talk.â Siennaâs face revealed nothing. Her gaze stayed fixed on Cinder, as if she were searching for something.
What it could be, Cinder had her guesses, and all of them repulsed her utterly. She spat, âWell, I was only planning on sending your Lieutenantâs head to you in a box signed Love Cinder, so I didnât really come with a speech prepared.â
SDHJGHJGSKFD SORRY IM LIKE. tryna liveblog but im also just :EYES: at everything here.......... im SO PUMPED for this cause im just SO CURIOUS,,,,,, WEâVE HAD SO MANY SNIPPETS,,,,,,,,, BUT IM HONGRY FOR MORE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
that said i feel like cinderâs the type of person who revisits arguments in her head hours later with new, better points, so i think she does have a speech prepared. in fact i think she has many words stored up in the olâ meatspace, and all of them are very rude,
The Sienna Khan that Cinder remembered still had baby-fat in her cheeks and hadnât learned to keep her thoughts off her face. The one she saw now had weaponized distance.
/stage whisper hang on that visual is cute dont put it in HERE where the TENSION IS
Quietly, Sienna went for her belt, pulling away something the same polished silver as her whip. It might have been an arrow tip, except that it was lethally barbed and looked like it had been modified to chamber Dust. Pale blue glinted within it.
Cinder darkened. "Ice Dust?"
sienna: i wanna talk sienna: with violence!
GOD ITS REAL INTERESTING CAUSE,,,,,,,,,, THEREâS A LOT HAPPENING HERE. glynda didnt Know cinder in any sense so weâve very much been on the âletâs figure cinder out with glyndaâ train like the whole. the rain! and the desert! etc! all very much thru the lens of glynda âi dont remember shitâ goodwitch! so now we have seinna who Knows Shit cause thereâs so much history here and im like blease wait talk more first i want the KNOWLEDGE
[...] "Roman Torchwick is holed up in Vytal with your warehouses, and those two teens havenât been sighted in months... But you wouldn't send them that far north, would you?â
âI wouldnât send them anywhere you could get your claws in them.â
âThe White Fang isnât like that anymore. We donât strong-arm children into our ranks. That girlâthe snake Faunusââ
âIf you say one more word about her,â Cinder said. âIâm going to do something drastic to every single person here.â
ACTUALLY TALK LESS TALK LESS LETS FIGHT RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!! AND NOT TALK!!!!!!!! A T A L L
Sienna's shoulders leveled. "This is not Hróðvitnir's White Fang anymore."
me: huh why do i recognise that name,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, me: oh yeah!!!!!!! that bitch,
HJGDSJKHGFDS we Love a homage to a classic au and to a cinder so good that id die for her. i mean id die for this cinder too but like that was another level of Die For. anyway. back to the au at hand,
âIf I didnât know better, I might believe you," Cinder snapped, and her old scars throbbed in tandem. âBut I do know better. I found one of your parasites, sucking the life out of a town near the wastes. Bringing the White Fangâs protection. You should have seen how he protected them. There wasn't a child there without a fang or an antler missing."
hang on a sec, lets LEAP BACK in time for just a moment
okay so i nipped back to chapter five for just a hot second to see if there was a line that was particular pertinent, but also i found smthng else...
Violence collected at her twitching fingers, old scars across her body flaring with phantom pain. (Chapter 5)
âIf I didnât know better, I might believe you," Cinder snapped, and her old scars throbbed in tandem. (Chapter 20)
HM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, man. cinder. you got real fucked up huh. ANYWAY THAT WASNT WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR I JUST LINED THE CONTINUITY (because im jealous). what i was ACTUALLY looking for was THIS:
There would be another overseer, the inhabitants would resume their harried lives, and Cinder wouldnât spare this town a second thought.
i said at the time in an emotional fit of pain that this was a straight-up lie but cinder is nothing if not a melting pot of emotional reckoning, and I WAS RIGHT. LET IT BE INSCRIBED UNTO THE STONES!!!! SHE DID SPARE IT A SECOND THOUGHT!!!!!!!! HELD IN HER MIND LONG ENOUGH TO RECALL THE DETAILS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST 2 SPIT IT IN SIENNAâS FACE!!!!!!!!! im telling you that cinder has SO MUCH MORE GOING ON!!!!!!!!!!! and heres my PROOF. PROOF OF WHY SHES AN ANGEL (ONLY ON TUESDAYS THOUGH [10AM-1PM])!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Then: "Why don't you say," Sienna responded slowly, her expression slotting into place like a bullet chambering, "precisely what you mean, Cinder."
"Fuck you."
:â3c
cinder has such a way with words. i love her eloquence. remember that time glynda thought she was taking the piss out of the fact she was autistic at dinner? cinder yr a maestro. never change.
âYou brought Beowolves to heel. You could turn a Goliath with a word!"
âI hadânoâAura! Nothing to protect me!â
:eyes: :thinking:
HM,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, INTERESTING??????? i feel like this is the first time weâve heard of cinder w/o aura implicitly? unless im Stupit and dont remember a Got Dang Thing but HUH. does this. hm. huh. am i stupid. someone tell me if i missed a thing.
âThis isnât a diplomatic mission, Cinder. I simply wanted to know what their lives were worth to youâbefore we wipe our hands of each other for good.â
âThatâs a funny way of saying only one of us is walking away from this.â
GOD,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i LOVE this scene a lot the interplay between sienna and cinder is absolutely PEAK,,,,,,,, PEAQUE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, im rly enjoying this. also im dying. but im enjoy it a LOT.
âThe White Fang you and I grew up in doesn't exist anymore. Weâre changing. But you⊠When did you stop caring? Was it when you cut your horns to be one of them instead?"
Dragonfire scorched Cinder's lungs, blackening every word: "I was neverâyourâpeople."
feels like its been a good goddamn whilst since i got to do one of these đđđ, so letâs savour the moment
đđđđđđđđđđđđđ
aaaaaand savoured. lets continue.
Shaking with the effort of holding her strike, Sienna grit, "I won't relish this."
And Cinder howled, "I will!â
ah shit i shouldve said lets RELISH this to tie the whole theme together and-- and fuck it, combat scene. never good at liveblogging these. sdfjhgsdfghj
Gunfire sparked against her, but she honed in on him with single-minded intent, the kind sheâd whetted to a razorâs edge against Glynda.
for a chapter following cinder escaping glynda, sheâs thought about her TWICE now. huh. huh. interesting. gay. and interesting,,,,,,
It was nothing like fighting Glynda. This was bleak and repetitive: the second drove forward and Sienna covered his openings, stopping Cinder before she could rip his heart from his chest, and all the while, the gunfire whittled away at her Aura. It was a joyless tactic, no flair or heart, and yetâ
HUH. GAY AND INTERESTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO FLAIR OR HEART,,,,,,,,,, i cant believe every time they fought cinder was actually just doing a shit job of flirting. the more you know.
The world erupted into flames. They grew massive, swirling around her like a hurricaneâCinderâs Aura exploded outward in desperation, like a dying star defiantly spending the last of itself on a supernova; one final flare, brighter than entire galaxies, if only for a single moment. Cinder felt flashes of bright pain through her muscles as if the fire was burning her from inside.
MAN,,,,,,,,,,,,, I COULD TALK ABT SOME UH,,,,,,,,,,,,, well. i could talk abt a few things here. but theyre kinda đđđ so i WONT,,,,,,,,,,,,,, but kno that i am having some Thoughts on the matter. hm.
âProve it!â Death was thrumming in her veins. It had never made her brave before. It did now, the memory of Glyndaâs blind, resolute stare heady in her skull. âCome and prove it! Do it, or Iâll hunt you to your last, miserable breath, Sienna!â
so remember when glynda had her little outburst at winter and i said that i love how cinder rubbed off on glynda in the worst way? i cant believe glynda ALSO rubbed off on cinder ALSO in the WORST WAY!!!! this is how u know this truly is a soulmates thing.
âItâs a shame you outgrew your swords, Cinder Fall. I would have taken them as a trophy,â
itâs with great disappointment that i must say: i agree with adam. the swords were hot. they should come back.
Siennaâs footsteps were whispers at Cinderâs back. The trap was closing. Cinder pooled flame in one palm. The other hand was useless, limp at her side. Impotent rage tasted like blood in her mouth. âI donât even remember your fucking name.â
HJGKDSFKJHGFSDJDHGF GOD IM SORRY BUT THIS MADE ME LAUGH. WHAT A LINE. WHAT A LINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i may actually have to draw this scene that image is SO wonderful. just cinder, staggering, exhausted, and she still manages to just spit that out. im screaming. shes a champion. i think she won this battle literally just there pack it up her burns come in more flavours than one.
Beneath Cinder, Hati turned, scanning for an escape, but she didnât drop Siennaâs gaze. Wiping the sweat from her brow, she said, âIâm told Iâm something of a menace.â
firstly: AAAAAAAAA HATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BABY BOY OH NO THATS NO GOOD BAD TIMES AWFUL FEELS MY GUY!!!!!!!!!!!! secondly: CINDER THESE ZINGERS ARE UNREAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! JESUS CHRIST. I KNEW YOU LIED WHEN YOU DIDNT HAVE A SPEECH HOW MUCH MATERIAL HAVE YOU GOT IN THERE?????????
OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD
WAIT WHAT HANG ON
WHAT
WAIT
W H AT
okay wait hold on lets dial back i read ahead and dint live blog wait rthereghsdfgjhdffd HOLD ON
Cinder buried her face in Hatiâs mane, hating them, hating, hating, hating. Black ichor clotted in Hatiâs fur, tacky against her palms. Grimm didnât have Auras to protect them, and exit wounds riddled Hatiâs mighty body. Cinderâs heart lurched with fury. She could have screamed.
i read this bit and got STRESSED because hati is PEAK like hati didnt even fucking SHOW UP in og but i LOVE HIM and i knew shit would happen because its fucking offal hunt BUT
It should have been impossible at this distance, but Cinder could feel her gaze like traded blows, even nestled among the black of Hatiâs pelt.
Siennaâs eyes shone like coins. They were cool, detached. Prepared.
She twisted her wrist and the whip flickered through the air in tight wheels. Its end glittered pale blue.
UH OH
Adrenaline cooled to permafrost in Cinderâs body, as though the Dust had already found its home between her ribs.
Cinder whispered, âDonât.â
UH OH
Expressionless, Sienna gave a wide lash, and the jagged end of her whip released with a click. Silver sliced through the air, then through feathers and fur, with a sickening soundâwet and meaty as the arrowhead dagger buried itself deep into flesh. Hatiâs whole body shuddered and Cinder only had a moment more before ice exploded from his ribs, ripping out through his pelt, even slicing into Cinderâs own skin. It speared him from deep inside, where the cartridge had sunk, impaling everything and rending him asunder.
JESUS JESUS CHRIST AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
JESUS CHRIST WHAT A VISCERAL DEATH SCENE HOLY SHIT OH MY GOD OH NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! O H N O T H A T S A N O G O O D V E R Y B A D T I M E
Cinderâs stomach jumped into her throat, and she held on tight to Hati, her bastion, her sanctuary, her familyâheld on tight like it would make any difference at allâlike she could hold her family together with just her own two hands.
Hati dissolved right between her fingertips, and she plummeted alone.
like she could hold her family together with just her own two hands
OUGH what the FUCK
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HEY THIS. HEY THIS SUCKED HEY THIS WAS A BAD CHAPTER WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS HATI!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT WAS MY BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!! GO TO HELL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
EXCUSE ME????????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?????????? HELLO??????????? WHAT THE FUCK????????? SIENNA???????? BITCH?????????? GO TO H E L L
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
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Ayesha Liveblogs Naruto Shippuden S20 (Pt. 4)
Hashiramaâs â:Oâ face at everything is so endearing
Hagoromo is now really the time for a family story there are three children and a sad old man in need
âIt was a few thousand years agoâ Zetsu just said it was 1,000 years ago how bad are you guys at telling timeÂ
I wonder how Hashirama feels about Madara being his Soulmateâą
âI want make sure [the Tailed Beasts] donât fight amongst each other, and that people donât use their powers for evilâ better 2 have tried and failed I guessÂ
âThatâs because a toadâs dream is destinyâ weird flex but ok
âSo then, will everything I do now be meaningless?â âDonât waste your time worryingâ Ffgkjhfgkjh damn I didnât ask for a lecture on fatalism in my Naruto liveblog
Lmao @ this dude revealing his thievery scheme after talking to Hagoromo for 0.5 seconds what makes him think everyone will be on board with itÂ
âI only want you to go away as soon as possibleâ ah looks like Hagoromo made a friend lmaoÂ
âIf we make it too sturdy, youâll break your bones when you try to destroy itâ they actually did a really good job of making Hagoromo charming like consider me charmed I wanna hear abt ur ninja way
Hahahah I admire Futami for not bringing up the horns for the entire length of time it took them to build the bridgeÂ
Futami: Hagoromo-sensei gave me a high-five one time and it touched my heart so I formed a cult around him
Wait if Hagoromo only gave 8 disciples chakra are the nine of them together responsible for fathering all the shinobi world what kind of Gengis Khan fuckery
Minus the Hyuga, who, for some reason are moon aliens, I guess
âThroughout this long history men appeared, one after another, with the desire to use the tailed beasts for their own evil purposes. And that turned the tailed beasts against mankind. Anyway, back to my story.â Hahahaha did Hagoromo just go â(A/N: Fuck Obito and Madara lol)â
Unbelievable youâre telling me there was someone who wanted to get with this old man with horns and three eyes who leads a cult and you wonât show me WHO where is the justiceÂ
OH HEY FUTAMI HELPING RAISE THE KIDS I GUESS? WILD
Mmmm I love Ashura already 1000/10 endearing impulsive baby
Some filler storyboard artist who I respect beyond reason: But what if... we added.... a dog
âIt might even be bigger than yoursâ please donât tell me they fished Zetsu out of the river
"I didnât realize you thought so deeply about [chakra being used as a weapon]â âYeah, wellâ âBut then again, what will be, will beâ what kind of parenting is this Hagoromo kjhgkjhgkjhg
Indra, 10 years old: I am concerned about the ethical impact of my innovation
Hagoromo: YOLO, son ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ
âIâll be watching youâ Is that the voice of......... Pubescent ZetsuÂ
LMAO IT IS
These kids are really emotionally unprepared for the boar considering they were following boar tracks into the woodsÂ
ARE YOU SHITTING ME THEY EVEN USED THE SAME FILLER DOG NAME LMAO WHO IS WRITING THISÂ
I CANNOT BELIEVE THEY KILLED THE DOG IâM SO MAD
Wow @ them having Indra invent chidori instead hkjhgkhg poor Kakashi
Indra awoke his sharingan over losing his dog I cannot believe this how are dogs the central plot device of multiple arcs
âWhatever is in this village belongs to everyone - thatâs the lawâ wow along with fatalism this arc is also teaching us about the practical failings of communismÂ
âThe law is still the lawâ whereâs the post that says Sasuke is ethnically a cop. Because thatâs this arc
Not 2 be that gal again but Indraâs voice is also nice on the ears he has inherited his grandmotherâs kekkei genkai of having an attractive voice and a terrible moral compass
...............kekkei grandmaÂ
âLooking into his eyes reminds me of my motherâs eyesâ I was kind of joking about the kekkei grandma thing but fair
âAt that moment I felt that I understood for the first time why heaven had blessed me with two sonsâ have you ever considered your eldest son is mean in part because you make comments like thisÂ
âWhat will the two of you do when you are out in the world aloneâ wow Hagoromo is giving his kids some kind of High-Stakes Bell TestÂ
Hahaha I like Taizo I hope they donât do anything to him but they probably will because heâs had so much screen time
HAHAHAHA I LOVE THIS SQUAD itâs the first ninja team and the boy is the healer!!!
Ashura: OH NO IâVE FORGOTTEN HOW TO GENJUTSU
Kanna and Taizo: WE GOT U BUDDY WE GOT BATS
I thought I was going bananas for a sec but the intro did change lolÂ
Poor Tenzo I think heâs been officially discarded from OPs RIP
Side note: Having a Naruto blog has made me so wary of Kakashi and Sakura standing next to each other I donât trust the ppl on this website to be normal for a second RIP x2
âTheyâll suffer, sure, but everyone dies eventuallyâ okay calm down Taizo
âIt doesnât matter whether itâs possible or not, because Iâve decided to do itâ I admire Ashuraâs blind optimism lmao
Not to poke too many holes but why would the water in the well not be affected by the Divine Tree
I take my comment about healing back ludicrously all the men get to display chakra natures and the women can only display glowing yin chakra hands booooo
Omg there is a Tenzo after all in an ED at least!! This is the first time Iâve seen all three members of the Narutoâs Dad Association in one place!!! Bless up
A shot of them standing all together!!!! My heart!!!!!!!!
SASUKE AND NARUTOâS GRINS AT EACH OTHER I WEEEP
[Hagoromo as Kakashi voice]: TEAMWORK!!
I was very much expecting Indra to go crazy and kill those two guys but wow that was a scene
âEnough to make you fall in love with him and follow him all the way hereâ At least Ashura gets like a real wife instead of Hagoromoâs â ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ she deadâ
Hagoromo: Indraâs a dick because his eyes are red trust me it has nothing to do with my parenting Iâm a chakra scientist
âIndra, just what is the meaning of thisâ itâs a temper tantrum lmao
Was it really necessary to kill both of those guys Indra one best friend death usually suffices for mangekyo my dude
Minato joining Kakashi in the club of Boyz Who Jutsu Was Plagiarized
Hagoromo really has absolutely zero hesitation to attack his son and you wonder why Indra has a complex
âTHIS IS THE POWER OF OUR BOOOOONDâ he said, as he punched his brother in the face with a thousand wooden hands (mood)
Indraâs Lightning Teleportation Jutsu is really doing The Most the Raikage is not nearly this dramatic about itÂ
Can you... just.... declare that your soul will be reincarnated? Is that how that works?Â
Also. Who slept with Indra?! U made him out to be like. Very Not Okay. But heâs the forefather of the Uchiha?? WHERE ARE THESE CHILDREN COMING FROM TELL ME WHO IS BANGING THIS OUT OF CONTROL FAMILY
Hahahahaha IâM SO READY FOR THIS RIDICULOUS TEAM 7 TRYING TO UNMASK KAKASHI EPISODE BRING IT THE FUCK ON
I knew the Sukea voice would be different but omg Iâm still thrown
âS-kay-aâ is really not how I thought that would be pronounced wowÂ
âIf Iâm able to capture this Kakashi guy without a mask on, itâll be the biggest scoop since the Leaf was establishedâ a little arrogant Kakashi but okay kjhgkjhgkjhgjhg
This is such an adorable and weird bonding exercise of Kakashi teaching his kids how to break into Konohaâs archives IâM WHEEZING
I would pay money to see Kakashi explain what he was doing to all those dudes in ANBU who probably thought he was intimidating as all fuck catching him a wig with three twelve-year-olds breaking into his own file
âWho cares what I look like anyway!â THIS IS SO DUMB I LOOOOVE IT
âI think that a woman mightâve drowned right over there on the river bankâ HINATA!!!!! UR TOO NICE TO BE ENLISTED INTO THIS SCHEMING HAHAHA
Oh I remember seeing reference to this scene booooo do they really have to make it weird all the time
This concept is even MORE ridiculous in the show bc it expands beyond Team 7 to all the other Konoha rookies like Kakashi how much do u enjoy teasing the children that this is how youâre spending your day
HAHAHAH Kakashi is lucky that the person who knows him best has face blindness and canât call him out for his schemesÂ
Okay not to betray my own brand but á”á”á”á”ᶊ á¶á”á”á”
They really designed a nicer apartment for Kakashi just so they could animate his silhouette in the shower STUDIO PIERROT PLEASE
Fhkjhkjfhkjhkf that last scene made me so uncomfortable I donât really like seeing Kakashiâs mouth while he talks itâs weird
You know I spent a lot of this interlude chanting main arc main arc in my head but alas now that we have arrived Iâve remembered that the war arc climax is a mess
âIf my chakra runs out, Iâm doneâ seriously Obito.......... how are you here
Can you imagine if Naruto actually died.... what would that even mean for this series I canât imagineÂ
âI already marked this space, so I can hide out in my time-spaceâ I want to know how Obito âmarks a spaceâ is it like a jutsu or does he just have to nod at it and go âmy space nowâ
 I would also pay money to see what Obito and Sakura talked about when they had to hang out in Kamui for a solid two minutes lmaoÂ
âSo youâre friends with sensei huh?â âYeah itâs complicated but I think weâre cool nowâ âYeah, same with us and Sasukeâ âSorry about thatâ âI donât forgive you but thanksâ
âYou alright?â define âalrightâ but also Obitoâs never been alright a day in his life, SakuraÂ
Uh oh foreshadowing to the heavy gravity space where Obito d*es
Okay maybe this is the part of me that is still clings to their Part I friendship but Sasuke helping Sakura stand really brings out my inner soft bitch
 âIt wouldâve been helpful if we couldâve received this advice a bit earlierâ Tobiramaâs bitter about sitting through five episodes of filler
Tobirama: Why havenât u been helping this whole time
Hagoromo: It all comes down to Madaraâs magic pelvisâ
âThis man lent me his power and thatâs why we were able to get hereâ does Sakura not know Obitoâs name either khgkjhgjkgh
How many times will we watch these same two flashbacks of Obitoâs life
Looks like Kakashi brought a knife to a taijutsu fight LMAO
God Rin is such a good friend to Obito and he repays her by literally defacing her graveÂ
âAm I powerless to do anything but sit here and watchâ itâs not really your fault you canât fly Kakashi tho u could try throwing some kunai or smth ur not a one sharingan pony
Ddkjhsdkjhd why does Obito get a line worrying about Narutoâs death but Kakashi doesnât heâs spent the past two days trying to kill Naruto
Iâm still emo abt Kakashi trying to die for Sasuke thatâs his soooon
âRin... this time, letâs spend some alone time together, just you and meâ Why phrase it like that, Obito
"Why save someone useless like meâ Kakashi get some therapy
âA fool full of only mistakesâ itâs hard to disagree with Zetsu when theyâre flashing back to every mistake Obito has ever made
Whereâs the graphics set where Obito goes âadmittedly I lost my cool hereâ because thatâs what that flashback wasÂ
Update: found it
âDonât cry, Obito, youâll just get laughed atâ this fantasy is an indication that Obito has no real comprehension of how fucked up Kakashi was by Rinâs death
Can you believe that Rin still dies in Obitoâs jonin AU like....what. Itâs not even like âAU of what I wantâ itâs like âAU where I learn how to cope with traumaâÂ
Also was this just an out for not designing an adult Rin bc heâs been thinking about Rin endlessly for like three episodes straight so..... what up with that
Itâs still so fucking funny that Irukaâs in Obitoâs jonin fantasy like when did they meet did he just absorb secondhand Iruka appreciation from NarutoÂ
âBut, if you screw up, I wonât hesitate to step up as a candidate for Hokage myselfâ yesssssssss let Kakashi be the playful menace he truly aspires to be
Gjghjkhgjhg Obitoâs âeuuuuuuuuehhhhâ when the paperwork dropped was funny
Sasukeâs face when Sakura punched Naruto was also v funnyÂ
Honestly to be real for a second Obito imagining himself as buddies with Team 7 makes me mad uâve done nothing but make these kidsâ life TERRIBLE until today babysitting license REVOKED!!!!!!
Am I a hypocrite for enjoying AUs ft. Obito? Mayhaps!!!
âYou told me that saving you was pretty much the same as saving the whole world, remember?â (Well.)
âIâd say, you did your bestâ You know that post that said it makes sense that Rin said this bc sheâs a Scorpio. Iâm still upset about it
You know... Narutoâs âthe coolest guyâ (ânothing but awesomeâ) comment about Obito is a direct parallel to âBravest man I ever knewâ in HP and thatâs why, if I were to meet either adult man, I would dropkick both of them. In this essay I willâ
âItâs kind of annoying seeing [Kakashi] all stiff and uselessâ u right Obito
Kishimoto pick up the phone I just want to talk about that rabbit bijuu designÂ
âA Susanoâo? But whose?â DADâS HEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRE
Kakashi with Six Paths Power REALLY feeds into my theory that Kakashi is Hagoromoâs transmigrantÂ
THATâS MY TEAM READY TO SAVE THE WORLD TOGETHER!!!!!
đđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđđ KAKASHI GETS HER VULNERABLE AND THEN THE BOYS ATTACK WHILE KAKASHI GUARDS THEIR BACKS AND SAKURA FORCES HER INTO PLACE THIS IS WHOLEASS TEAMWORK
âI really love you guysâ YEAH HE DOES đđđđđđđđđđ
Okay arc over haha right guys weâre good now RIGHT GUYS??
In part, Kakashi jumping around to save his students feels very much reminiscent of Part Iâs âMY SENSEI SENSES ARE TINGLINGâ swoop and scoop that he and Gai loved to do
Lmao @ Kaguya spitting Madara out like heâs a bad-tasting vegetable
Coming up with an OP specifically for VOTE2 is so extra but I kind of love it the Diver parallels!!!!
Sasuke is SUCH a liar abt his attitude towards Team 7 - more specifically towards Sakura and Kakashi bc he has already granted that he cares for Naruto
Sasuke: Comrades? I donât know her
Also Sasuke: Constantly urging Sakura and Kakashi to get to safety and actively intervening when theyâre not
âHonestly at this point I donât think anything could shock me anymoreâ Sakura really needs a hug and a nap
âI shall be sure to ask Obito tell me that tale in the afterworldâ the real question is if Obito will still look 12 when he takes Hagoromo on the harrowing journey that is his life
Kakashi truly has endless love in his stupid ass heart Obitoâs like, âHmmm... whoops sorry 4 committing mass murderâ and Kakashiâs like âHehe, we all mess up sometimes :) See u in heavenâ
Madara and Hashirama really did invent being in gay love huh
WOW I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO TEAR UP BUT KJHFKJHFKJH MY BABY BOY SAYING GOODBYE TO HIS DAD HE IS THE WORLDâS BIGGEST SWEETHEART
âYouâve now finally settled things with Madaraâ Tobirama has been waiting for like a hundred years for his brother to get over his ex
Hagoromo: Narutoâs your new conference room congrats kidsÂ
Mmmmm I donât like aaaaannnnnny of this
âYouâre suggesting that I enjoy a roooOoomanceâ why say it like that Sasuke
I genuinely think this is the maddest that Kakashiâs ever been at Sasuke that boy is very, very grounded
âI, too, had two children at one timeâ OMG KAKASHI OFFICIALLY DESIGNATED TEAM 7 DAD BY HAGOROMO (ur miscounting tho Kakashi actually has four (4) children)
âI think I shall let Naruto handle thisâ said Hagoromo, and everyone who encountered any problem in this series ever
Iâm very distracted from Sasukeâs dictatorship speech by the fact he looks so much like an alien. What is UP with his eyes they never look like this???? Why are they so far apart and narrow and angled
âYour blood will be the last that I shedâ what r u just gonna keep genjutsuing ppl Sasuke? Could just keep the Tsukuyomi on then, homie
It also plays into the Hagoromo and Kakashi are related (spiritually or literally) that Hagoromo is equally as useless with advice to him lmao
Kakashi: What should I be doing, sir?
Hagoromo: Sometimes I like to pray :)Â
Fjkkjgkjhgkjhk Sasuke claiming that Naruto is his only bond never ceases to amaze me like Sakura and Kakashi are RIGHT THERE ghkjhgkjhgkj u have been protecting them this whole time while they shout how much they care abt u. Just admit u have a crush on Naruto and go!!!
âI know your heart well by now. And you mineâ Sasuke u unintentionally romantic dumbass
âFinally decided to kill me, huh,â said a thrilled Sasuke, taking a lesson from the Kakashi School of Very Much Needing Ninja Therapy
This entire fight is the Life or Death equivalent of this tweet:
Lmao one of these boys lost a tooth I want to know which of them has a dental implantÂ
Omg............... Iruka what is going ON.... u are suddenly v pale and also I think ur VA might be different could they not get the same Iruka or has he just forgotten how Iruka sounds
It was real unclear until this fight that Sasuke had any of the same powers as Nagato
âNow I can finally be alone... farewell, my one and only... friendâ again... Sasuke... u can be in love with Naruto and still have other friends!!!!!!! Ask Naruto he has tons of friends heâs not in love with*
*Disclaimer: they are all in love with him
The idea that everyone Narutoâs ever cared about is spiritually trying to help him kick Sasukeâs ass is p funny
âSakura and Kakashi are still there, theyâll figure something outâ cute that you have such an assload of faith in your loved ones in ur life-flashing-before-you moment Sasuke but with what jutsu lmao
âI began to see a shadow of my own family in Squad 7âł YEAH HE DIDÂ đđđđđđđ
I still canât believe that Kishimoto really wrote that all it took for Sasuke to return to Konoha was Naruto explaining to him how love and empathy workÂ
Omg Sasuke laughing...... I missed your laugh you precious boy
âRelease the infinite Tsukuyomi once Iâm dead by transplanting my left eye into Kakashi or someone elseâ Fhjfhkfh it detracts a little from the significance of Sasuke offering his eye to Kakashi to add the âsomeone elseâ but I guess they gotta make the syllables match up
Why is every Uchihaâs long-term plan just to die before they have to deal with the consequences of their actions
âIâm sorryâ âSorry? For whatâ âFor everythingâ âYou got that rightâ Sasuke I think u need to treat all of ur teammates to ramenÂ
âItâs finally back to the way it wasâ Kakashi loooves his baaabiesÂ
TENZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOÂ
Omg they included Guren from the filler arc in this crowd hahahaha
Gaara and Naruto enveloped in that same beam of light like Kakashi and Tenzo in the Tsukuyomi kghjghkgh SP said gentle gay rights
âIâm forbidden to talk about itâ Team 7 would RIOT if Sasuke was locked up in a cell like that fuck you
Hahahaha I wish I could see the scene where Kakashi and Iruka decided to ambush Naruto with study materialsÂ
Okay this is definitely a different Iruka ahhhhh weird I donât like it
Iruka bursting into tears whenever Naruto talks about his progress.... same
I 100% believe that the vast majority of the reason Kakashi became Hokage was to pardon Sasuke but also that prison scene still seems appalling to me STOP MAKING THINGS WORSE THAN THEY WERE SHOWN TO BE
"Maybe next timeâ is super funny in the context that he does take her on his next mission outside the village and comes back with one (1) whole baby
Sasukeâs introspection usually seems to amount to âBirth is a curse and existence is a prison... oh hey Naruto <3âłÂ
The moral of the story seems to be that the best way to show someone you love them in ninja language is by telling them you want to keep punching them for the rest of your life
#i have caught up to the 699 adaption i am freeee#liveblogging#long post#ayesha liveblogs nahruto shipduden#ayesha talks anime#naruto series
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Fright or Flight: Chapter 2
Parings: Prinxiety // Logicality // Platonic LAMP
Story Summary: Virgil and Patton investigate the New Prince Castle, when a brutal accident kills Patton. Patton wakes as a ghost and meets friendly ghoul Roman, who has been haunting the castle for 20 years. Virgil is determined to bring Patton back to life and brings Logan, the ghost expert, to help him out. Time is quickly running out, and the four must work together to undo death. If only it was as simple as Logan made it sound.
Unknown to them, a secret entity in the castle does not plan on letting them succeed.
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When Patton first met Virgil, his last intention was to become friends with him. Virgil had built up a notorious reputation over the first few months of school, and his grades did nothing to disprove his status. Patton wasnât the type to judge a personâs character based on rumors nor looks. No one was a higher believer in the benefit of doubt than Patton! However, Virgilâs first impression did not help his case.
Virgil transferred into Pattonâs English class the second semester due to a schedule change. When the teacher stated a new team project was to be completed, Patton did not shy away from offering to be Virgilâs partner. He understood how difficult it could be being the new kid in a class full of friends and cliques.
The project was hefty, an collection of novel analyzing, essays, vocabulary, and journal entries. Patton was not looking forward to the Shakespearean project-Shakespeareâs language was alien to him. It occurred to Patton that pairing up with the soon-to-be-dropout may not have been his best idea. Nonetheless, Patton refused to be jaded.
The first day of the project, Virgil refused to touch the work.
âThereâs no way Iâm touching this project.â Virgil sneered. âEspecially about Shakespeare.â
âHuh?â Patton had not fully processed Virgilâs words. âIs it because you donât understand it?â
âSure.â
âNeither can I! I guess Shakespeare really has our brains shaken up! Maybe we can ask the teacher to go over it for us?â
The teen huffed and shook his head. Virgil laid his head on the wooden desk and his eyes slipped closed. He napped for the rest of the period.
His behavior continued for weeks. Patton had tried everything in his power to get Virgil to help him out. Pattonâs seemingly endless supply of compliments and encouraging gestures served no help.
Pattonâs mind had conjured countless excuses for Virgil since Virgil himself refused to give one. At the beginning the excuses had seemed feasible. Lack of sleep? Family issues? However, by week three, Patton was already scraping the bottom of the barrel, trying to justify Virgilâs dismissive attitude with clones and possible mind control. Virgil was no closer to lifting up a pencil, there were ten days left of the project, and Patton still understood little to nothing about Shakespeare. Patton was flying solo and time was ticking.
The final week before the project was due, Patton caught the flu.
Patton would chalk up the flu to the top three sucky sicknesses of his lifetime. His fever was raging, his skin drowning in sweat while the insides of him iced over. Patton couldnât tell when being awake ended and when sleep began. The only alarm in Pattonâs body was the churning in his gut that rushed him to the toilet.
Understandably, the project was the last thing on his mind.
Patton would not remember his Shakespeare mission until the Sunday before it was due, when he was shaking off the final remnants of the flu. The realization hit him like a train, but by the time he went flying off his bed and hurriedly logging on to his computer to check the time, Patton knew it was hopeless. There was no way he could get the project done in a few hours and counting. Not when all his energy was going into fighting of sneezes and headaches.
Patton was dejectedly scrolling through his email filled with newsletters from adoption sites and animal protection agencies when a subject line caught his eye: âEnglish Project.â Linked to the email were word documents and an audio file. Perplexedly, Patton opened the email.
From: [email protected]
Subject: English Project
Patton,
so apparently youâve been sick. class is way more quiet without you their, which is wierd.
i think i did everything you hadnât done. itâs gonna be really mispelled and confusing and shit. sorry. iâm not the best with righting. feel free to fix anything.
get well soon.
-V
p.s. sorry for acting like a jerk. i owe you a explanation monday.
Patton hugged his computer screen and laugh with relief. He had no idea why Virgil was so nervous. His ideas were brilliant. A week later, Patton would see an A in his gradebook for the Shakespeare project.
There was a reason why Patton never lost faith in people.
True to his word, the next week Virgil explained his mistreatment to Patton. Virgil struggled with dyslexia. While he was getting tutoring in overcoming his learning disability, Virgilâs writing made him incredibly insecure. His old teacher always let him work individually, but the new teacher wasnât having it. Before class, the teacher pulled him aside and told Virgil he was no different from any other student and would have to work with a partner. Virgil, determined to spite the teacher and anxious to seem like an âidiotâ in front of Patton, would pretend to sleep the whole period.
âAll your writing took was a quick grammar fix. The ideas were so good! Iâm not just saying that to say that, they actually were! I could never think of something like that.â Patton reassured enthusiastically.
Virgil flushed a bright red. âI didnât do much. Shakespeare is a lot easier to understand with audio.â
Patton listened to the audiobook of Macbeth that night. Virgil clearly wasnât giving himself enough credit.
Virgil and Patton quickly grew close once the project was done. Virgil was still quiet, snappy, moody, and detrimentally insecure, but he began to open up more as the months went on. By senior year, Patton and Virgil was joined at the hip. Two peas in a pod.
Virgil had grown a lot since freshman year.
Being joined at the hip with Virgil meant that Patton got to understand Virgil by the simplest change in body language or expression. It also meant that Patton became aquatinted with anyone close to Virgil.
Patton already had a bad feeling while Virgilâs tone had shifted on the phone the night they were chatting about yearbook quotes. Remy sending Patton a text only confirmed the ball of dread in his stomach.
Rem: pat can we talk ?
Patton: You donât even have to ask! Everything ok?
Rem: itâs about v
Rem: have you guys talked recently ? out of school
Patton: We talked last weekend. Over the phone. Why? Is Virgil fine??
Rem: idk. he came over to my house a couple nights ago at like 5 am. talked about some ghost shit.
Patton: He woke you up to talk about ghosts??(language!)
Rem: looking for affirmation that he wasnât some obsessed ghost freak. i told him nah
Rem: but tbh he kinda is obsessed
Patton: He is passionate about his ghosts! But thatâs not a bad thing.
Rem: v strongly disagrees. the whole thing about the yearbook and ghost quotes really messed with his head
Patton: I didnât mean anything bad by it! It was just an idea! I promise! Iâll apologize to him!!!
Rem: wait no thats not what im saying. no one blames u
Rem: is he doing any ghost stuff anytime soon
Patton: Yep. Heâs going to visit a castle!
Patton: Is that bad?
Rem: donât you remember last time v became paranoid abt something? he pulled some real stupid stuff just to prove ppl wrong
Patton: Yeah. I know.
Patton: Gosh now Iâm worried :(
Rem: i just dont want him doing anything heâll regret on the trip. can u justâŠidk watch out for him pls ? ik v can take care of himself. but sometimes he gets into this headspace thatâs self-destructive
Rem: tbh i dont like his ghost stuff as it is. i dont need him doing something dumb either
Patton: I understand Rem. Thatâs really sweet of you <3 <3
Patton: Iâll look out for him! I promise!!!! :-) :-)
Rem: ty. dont tell v abt this convo tho
Despite feeling uneasy about it, Patton understood Remyâs request to keep silent. Telling Virgil about their conversation would only push Virgil away and make him defensive. Itâd be impossible to look out for him.
Virgil had already given Patton a way in. Patton had to talk to Logan for Virgil and get any supplies he might need. Patton loved visiting Logan in and of itself. Maybe Logan could help him out.
Loganâs business was located near small shops clustered along the beach. It was a hotspot for tourists, where knickknacks and souvenirs were sold and expensive attractions were advertised. Patton walked along here with Virgil sometimes, stopping at the arcade or mirror maze. Patton had met some of the most interesting people in the small touristy town.
Among the attractions was a dark blue shingled building with a pointy-roofed top. Painted letters on a wooden board spelt out âAfterlife Exposed.â Patton stepped through the door and a bell gently ringed, signaling his arrival.
At the sound of the bell, a tall, dark-haired man turned around. His navy suit blended in with the darkness of the shop. The manâs lean body was captivated beautifully in the suit. Patton quickly averted his eyes, blushing furiously.
âI have been expecting you-oh. Greetings, Patton. What a surprise.â
âHi Logan!â Patton waved enthusiastically. âWho were you expecting?â
âNo one. Itâs a new rule Father has implemented. I must say it to every customer to âset the mood,â as he calls it.â Logan dragged his hand over his face exasperatedly. âI find it quite ridiculous. But business shall be business.â
Loganâs father technically owned Afterlife Exposed. But he was always hidden in the back, gathering supplies or experimenting. Logan was currently studying entrepreneurship in college in order to take over the family business someday.
âHow may I help you today, Patton?â Logan inquired, stepping around the counter to stand in front of him. He was even taller up close.
Patton filled Logan in about the New Prince Castle family murder and Virgilâs plan to investigate the castle for one of his ghost routines. Logan nodded politely the whole way through.
âI see. What an intriguing case. What exactly does he need from me?â
Patton shrugged cluelessly. âAnything you think might help, I guess.â
âWhatâs his budget?â
âA coffee and cake pop from Starbucks, if he uses his gift card.â
Logan rolled his eyes. âAnd he sent you to purchase something from here? Why, he couldnât even afford a keychain.â
âCome on, Logan! Heâs one of your most loyal customers and between us, heâs going through a rough patch. Canât you help him out? Please?â
Logan massaged his temples and sighed. âPatton, itâs just not something the business can afford to do right now. My Father and I have been dealing with a sort of rough patch as well. You and Virgil have my sincerest apologies-truly, you do.â
Patton nodded dejectedly, âI understand.â Spotting Loganâs hesitant expression and tense form, he rested a hand on Loganâs shoulder and grinned. âReally, I do. I donât blame you.â
Logan gave a small, tight-lipped smile in return. Gently shaking Pattonâs hand off his shoulder, he clasped his hands together tightly. âWell, is there anything else I can do for you?â
âIâm not too sure.â Patton pursed his lips in thought. âWell, actually. I was wondering if you could tell me the dos and donâts of ghost hunting. The yays and nays. The cats and dogs-actually no scratch that, both of those would be a yay.â
âWith all due respect, Patton, I think Virgil has got that covered.â Logan reassured. âHe must have asked me a dozen times prior to his first investigation.â
âOh yeah, I know. Itâs for me.â Patton corrected.
Logan raised an eyebrow in perplexion. Patton had never shown an interest in ghost hunting when Virgil wasnât to be found.
Patton thought quickly. âI just want to understand more. For when I talk to Virgil. Sometimes I really donât get half the explanations coming from the kiddoâs mouth.â It wasnât a lie. âJustâŠhow do you deal with ghosts?
âI see.â Logan clicked his tongue. âIâm sure Virgil could explain it to you more in depth. But, if youâre ever in doubt, chalk it up to one thing: respect. Is what youâre doing respecting the afterlife and their home? Are you portraying common courtesy? Treat them with the same respect as the living, if not more. There are exceptions, as with anything, but for the most part, that should keep you out of trouble with spirits.â
âRespect.â Patton repeated.
âYou have strong morals, Patton. If youâre concerned about involvement with the afterlife due to your closeness with Virgil, I would not worry. Lack of respect is the last of your weaknesses.â
Logan pulled out his phone from the back of his pocket. âI apologize, I must return to my work. However, if you or Virgil have any more questions, feel free to give me a call.â
Patton gushed and thanked Logan, jotting down his number. Logan flushed a gentle red and held out his hand for a handshake.
âPleasure doing business with you, Patton.â
Patton swatted Loganâs hand away and brought him in for a hug. âThank you, Logan.â
Logan awkwardly pat Patton on the back before ungracefully untangling himself from the embrace. âI was only doing my job. Now, I understand itâs none of my business, but I recommend getting some rest. You look exhausted.â
âHigh school has permanently carved bags under my eyes.â Patton shook his head defeatedly.
Logan gave an amused smirk. âYou sounded like Virgil.â
Patton beamed. âLike father, like son!â
Just as Patton was about to turn around to leave the store, something in the corner of the room glistened, catching his eye. âHey Logan? Just one more thing?â
Logan hummed at him, encouraging Patton to continue.
He pointed to the object at the corner of the room. âHow much can I get that for?â
 âWalkie-talkies. I sent you to Logan Berry, one of the smartest, most knowledgeable people about the afterlife in this town, and you come back with a Ghost Buster walkie-talkie.â Virgil grunted, dangling the toy by its antennae.
âYou can have the Casper the Ghost one instead.â
âWhat? No! Ghost Busters is better, anyway.â Virgil groaned. âThatâs not the point. How about advice? Did Logan say anything?â
âJust to respect the ghosts. Have common courtesy. Which you better be doing anyway, even without Logan telling you to do so.â
Virgil threw his hands up in exasperation and fell down into his sofa as the cushions engulfed the skinny man. âObviously I respect them! The last thing I need is coming home possessed and cursed! He knows I know that. Thatâs really all he said?â
âBesides giving us his number.â Patton confirmed. âWhich I already gave you.â
Virgil grumbled. âWhatever. One day Iâll get enough money to- wait. The walkie-talkies. Thereâs no way you could have bought them with my money, I would not have had enough. Please donât tell meâŠâ
Virgil got a glance of Pattonâs sheepish look and groaned. âPatton, we have a rule! No buying each other anything!â He buried his head in his hands. âI canât pay you back. You know that.â
âHeyâŠâ Patton took a seat next to Virgil and laid a comforting hand on his knee. âItâs okay. They werenât expensive. You donât have to pay me back.â
Virgil looked at Patton in between his fingers. His voice was muffled against his palms. âYou know how I feel about that, Pat.â
âVirgil, come on.â Patton pleaded.
Virgil shook his head. âThank you. But, you need to return them.â
Guilty silence settled among the two, but neither made a move to leave. Both were lost in their own worlds when an idea struck Patton.
He nudged Virgil. âI know a way for you to pay me back without money.â At Virgilâs unimpressed look, he protested, âSeriously! It would mean a lot more to me than whatever these walkie-talkies cost.â
âYea?â Virgil lifted his head from his hands. âWhat is it?â
Patton stared at Virgilâs stormy eyes as his heart pounded. In all honesty, this was the last thing Patton wanted to do. He was terrified. But, he thought back to the conversation he had with Remy, and the last time Virgil did something senseless unsupervised due to paranoia. âI want to go ghost hunting with you. At the New Prince Castle.â
Virgilâs jaw dropped. His eyes darted around Pattonâs face before he shook his head and gave a weak chuckle. âSure, Pat. Whatever you say.â
âNo, Iâm serious!â Patton insisted. âIâll respect the ghosts and do whatever you tell me to do!â
Virgil was dismissing Patton before he could finish his sentence. âNo, no, no. You hate ghost stories, Pat! Especially ones that are spooky and gruesome. Youâd hate ghost-hutning. Itâs dark and thereâs lots of weird noises and tons of spiders. No way. Iâm not adding more guilt to my conscience.â
Virgil made a move to get up from the sofa, but Patton refused to let the conversation drop. He grabbed Virgilâs hand and pulled him back to the seat. Virgil landed with a clumsy thump. Â
âKiddo, I know I hate all those things. Iâm sure Iâll be scared. But, youâll be there too! I love you more than I hate all those things combined.â
âPatton, we can do something else together. Go to the movies. Or bowling. Normal teen stuff.â Virgil reasoned.
Patton retorted, âBut ghost hunting is important to you.â
âItâs not that important. Itâs a simple hobby. I donât care that much about it.â Virgil cut off.
âI know, I know!â Patton quickly backtracked. âWhat I meant was that ghost-hunting has been a cool way for us to bond. It intrigues you-a perfectly normal amount-and I like seeing you happy! Just like you go walking with me along the shops by the beach even though itâs super crowded and you hate it.â
âPatton, whatâs your point?â Virgil grilled.
âMy point is I want to try this thing that you enjoy with you. Just like you try things for me. Itâs senior year, Virgil. No one hates thinking about it more than me, but we donât know what things are going to be like after high school. I want to find a husband, start a family. Maybe study veterinary science. You could have a publisher for your writing, become a famous author, and move. I want to do this with you. I want to get over my fear.â
Patton stared at Virgil hopefully and held out his hand. âWhat do you say? One more big adventure for the dynamic duo?â
Virgil stared at Patton, looked down and roughly shook his head, froze, then stared at Patton once more. Virgilâs foot rapidly tapped against the floor, creating a dizzy, distracting melody. Finally, Virgil pulled his hair and glared at Patton. âYouâll be careful?â
Patton nodded eagerly.
âAnd youâll stick with me no matter what? At all times? I want you in my sight.â
Virgil dramatically groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. âI guess you can come.â
Patton shot up from his seat, whooping with joy and hopping around the sofa. âThank you, Virgil! Thank you! Weâre going to have such a great time!â
Virgil peeked one eye open and gave a soft grin. âYeah, I guess we are. Youâre sure you wanna do this?â
âNever been more sure of anything in my life besides my love for you and cats! I pinkie swear it.â
Patton and Virgil intertwined pinkies before Patton winked and let go, embracing Virgil.
âLet your moms know youâre going to be gone for the weekend.â Virgil smirked. âWe have a haunted castle to explore.â
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