#sorry i want to see if anyone else relates. plz laugh ^-^

[tubbeezspinz]

Tubbo fictives when they hear Under the Surface from Encanto ... shits banging

[kaycode1999]

hi! hru? i'd like to request a demon slayer matchup if it's possible!! no pressure <3 can i go by t anon plz?

i go by she/her, i would prefer to be matched with a male character. I'm 18!

i'm usually friendly, but you can get a reaction from me easily and i'll get into bickerings (i'll forget it off after 5mins in total)

im quite guillble, i also have a habit of procrastrating important matters and hanging around instead until there's no time left- i can be dense too. i'm a bit reckless which makes me get scolded often. so i think id appreciate someone who could bear with that!

i like motorcycling!

when people around me say that they weren't in a good mood but it has gotten better because of me, like i did??? but that's the benefit from being the clown friend i see. my love language is quality time/ spamming u with shitposts at 3am. i also sometimes gift u smth silly that reminds me of u like a cat dropping a dead lizard by your door

i am not used to affection that much (especially in words) so it unlocks soft spots when they pull that-

i like puns. i'm addicted to carbonated drinks

nature outings are my breather (funnily enough i have a fear of bugs) if someone gifts me food, i'll pledge my allegiance to them/srs

zoology is my fav topic!! especially penguins, i could blabber about them forever. i also like mythology. i can be both the yapper and the listener tho

i have an obnoxious default laugh

sorry if too long!! thy :3

I match you with

Kyojuro Rengoku

I see it being the type of relationship where he brings out the best in you

He is also friendly

He understands being provoked, however I think he helps keep you calm just because his presence is itself calming

He does appreciate and respect that you forget about the bickering quickly

He would never take advantage of that gullible trait, and he actually gets slightly more attentive to you because of this as he doesn’t want anyone else to take advantage of that either

He isn’t the type to nag you per say about not procrastinating, but I think he tries to come up with ways to help you around that. Maybe with treats or doing something fun after getting a something important done ahead of time, but obviously he would never overstep or force anything so it depends on how you feel about it

He comes off as more dense than he actually is but he’s actually quite astute and calculating. He’d never judge you if you are of course but i think he sees that you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for

He wouldn’t necessarily get upset or judge you if you’re reckless. Obviously he would want to make sure you wouldn’t get hurt. He’s kind of the careful and cautious to your reckless

You both cheer others up and brighten others days just by being who you are

He’s a demon slayer and a Hashira at that, so that keeps him busy and away a lot so he definitely cherishes any time he gets to spend with you. Quality time is great

He will always love any gift you give him and it will be his most prized possession, he also brings you back little things he finds while away on his missions

He’s a fairly affectionate person in both words and physical affection so prepare to be a softie with him😂

Oh I think he freaking loves puns, he’s got dad jokes and I will not take criticism 😂

He enjoys nature so he really loves when he gets the opportunity to go on a walk through nature with you. And fear not he will get rid of any bugs near you

You both love food but he is very sweet so he will share whatever food he has with you if you want it. He’ll go out of his way to make your favorite ls for you too

He seems like he would like animals, but even more so he’d love to hear you go on about them. He ends up learning a lot and he just genuinely loves to hear you go on about whatever

He will definitely be getting you little trinket things he finds about penguins if he comes across it

He’s always fascinated to hear about mythology and will definitely get any trinkets or books he finds that relate to it for you

He can go on about things too so it’s nice having someone that’s willing to listen to him

Honestly he loves your love and thinks it’s funny and cute

[multifandomwritings]

How the slashers would react to their S/O painting their nails

So sorry again for how slow I am these days! I promise I’m not ignoring anyone or haven’t forgotten! (also my confidence in my writing has once again plummeted so aslfkdj) I hope you all like this ^^ (if anyone has any character suggestions lemme know! Like horror characters and slashers. However if I end up adding more I might have to start splitting these up a bit!) 

Thomas:

- Thomas might be hesitant at first, but the second you took his burly hand into your own, he'd melt

- You would get complete creative control — he wouldn't mind what colors you chose, and any worries of being teased by his family would disappear as he watched how eager you were 

- Seeing you so fixated on his hands would make him blush beneath his mask, though he would appreciate the opportunity to freely stare at you as you worked

- He'd smile to himself every time he looked at them, and would happily let you do it again (No one, even Hoyt, dares to tease him about anything relating to you after a certain point, knowing it’s off limits! So he’ll happily show them off. Luda Mae thinks it’s precious, but is also kind of salty that you haven’t offered to do hers lol)

Brahms:

- Brahms would take any affection and attention he could get, so the second you even suggested it he'd just sit down and put his hands out for you

- You wouldn't be able to stop smiling at how seriously he took it. He'd have a surprisingly good eye for color combinations, handing you the colors he liked and making you blush with how he focused on you

- He'd want to polish yours too: matching colors, of course (when you noticed this, you'd smile even wider, which would not go unnoticed by Brahms, who would smile in self satisfaction)

- This would probably become a regular thing. He’d adore anything like that, that made him feel close to you. Of course you have to match though! Or at the very least, coordinate 👉👈

Michael:

- Michael wouldn't really know how to react to you asking about it, to be honest. He wouldn't really mind, he'd just be kind of iffy about it

- It would probably take him a while to warm up to this (or pretty much anything) but he ~might~ allow it, since it's you

- If you reach for anything pastel or colorful he'd just take your hand to stop you and shake his head, causing you to have to hold back a laugh

- He wouldn't admit it, but he'd actually like how it looked. He'd forget about it, and would think of you every time he noticed them. He isn't really soft but he would be for you

Jason:

- You’d be going through your nail polishes when you’d gesture for him to come over and sit, offering to paint his nails

- He agrees of course! Like he’s gonna refuse anything you wanna do for him like that!...Although you’ll have to excuse his slightly crusty hands

- He always admires your own nail polish, thinking the colors are so pretty and cute. If you offer to let him pick out the colors he’ll just shake his head, knowing you’ll choose something nice 

You, reaching your hand to hold his while you polish: Okay, gimme your hand

Him, ~misunderstanding~: *takes your hand as if to hold it* 

You: 🥺🥺🥺

(A bonus thought that you might disagree with: if you’d been in a relationship with Jason for a while, he’d begin to pick up on his own cuteness. Or at least, what you think is cute. And he’d take advantage of it, if only to make you smile. Also, he secretly loves the effect he has on you alsdkfj) 

Bubba:

- Bubba would love this. He'd carefully watch and learn, already planning on doing yours too

- If you hold his hand while you do it his stomach would be full of butterflies, cheeks all pink beneath his mask. He adores when you’re soft with him like that

- He'd probably chip them up really quickly, to his own dismay. When he would notice, he'd want them done again asap, as they'd remind him of you

- You would melt when he did yours. He hold your hand close to his face, focusing intently and going slowly to make sure it was perfect

Chop Top:

- It would probably be his idea to be honest. He'd see you doing your nails and would excitedly pester you about it until you did his, too

- You end up getting ~playfully~ annoyed, as he'd keep pulling his hands away to look and would keep changing his mind on what colors to use

- Eventually you just snatch his hand and hold it still so you can finish. He'd stop whatever he was saying with a nervous laugh, getting surprisingly flustered at you being like that with him 

- He'd be another that would paint yours, too, trying his best to pick colors that would suit you. He'd adore his, and would want to impress you by doing his best!

Nubbins:

- Nubbins would see you doing your own nails and wouldn’t even give you the opportunity to offer to do his. He’d just pick up a random color and would start doing it himself (badly)

- You don’t really notice at first but after a while you glance up and chuckle at what a sloppy job he’s done, prompting him to smile at you so sweetly that you don’t even say anything about it

- Instead, you just gesture for him to hand it over, which he happily does. You can’t help but smile at how delicately he drapes his hands into your own, allowing you to fix his mistakes and finish it 

- Once you’re done he’ll continue holding your hand, too. Good luck getting unlatched for a bit. Nubbins will use any excuse he can to be close to you (tbh he doesn’t need an excuse but if he has one he’ll use it) 

Beetlejuice:

- Beetlejuice would probably tease you for suggesting it, despite the fact that he'd be choosing his colors as he did 

- Spooky colors only, of course! Neon purple, black, green, things like that. He'd love it, tbh

- He'd be flirting with you the entire time, enjoying the close proximity as he could watch your face flush as he spoke

- Despite his teasing, he'd actually enjoy things like that a lot. He'd love that you wanted to do things like that for him, feeling all special and cared for

Candyman:

- Daniel would probably seem a little indifferent to it at first, although he would enjoy seeing you dote over him like that

- He'd smile to himself as he watched you carefully pick colors, refraining from suggesting anything because he'd want to see what you thought would suit him

- He makes you melt the whole time, his hand gently draped over yours as you try to ignore his intense gaze, gnawing at your lip all the while

- He would unintentionally show them off *a lot*, showing off his hand way more than he normally would. You'd have to hold back smiles as you noticed, finding it so sweet

Bo:

- Sort of like Beetlejuice in that he'd tease you and act playfully annoyed like, "You want to paint my nails? Pfft, I don't know..." (he says, while sitting down and stretching his hands across the table for you) 

- Isn't really paying attention (or so he'd have you think), just looking around or closing his eyes while you polished away, occasionally glancing over to see what you were up to when he thought you weren't looking

- If Bo liked you, he'd pretty much go with anything tbh. You could paint his nails the softest, brightest colors and he wouldn't even really have the heart to gripe about it, seeing you all smiley over it 

- Will be all smiley himself anytime he looks at them, but if someone else notices (besides you) he'll shoot them a death glare

Vincent:

- You wanna paint his nails? Okay! He has no hesitation whatsoever and will ask no questions — if you want to, you can 

- You’re so cute to him and he loves your attention, anything you want to do like that he’ll allow. If you want to do his nails, brush/play with his hair, or anything like that, you can! In fact, please do 🥺

- Will be smiling the whole time behind his mask, happily suggesting colors if you ask. He’ll end up with cute and sparkly rainbow nails because you both keep finding different colors you like

- He would do yours, too. All the colors you couldn’t fit on his hands will go on yours! You both have equally colorful nails that will be teased by Bo and Lester, who are both secretly envious of Vincent (plz do their nails too)

Lester:

- When you asked if you could polish his nails, he'd immediately light up, loving the idea of it but quickly getting shy

- He'd disappear for a second so he could go scrub his hands and make them as clean and pretty as possible for you 

- He'd be kinda nervous?? His eyes would be flickering back and forth between your face and his hands, smiling as he watched you

- Little things like this would make his heart flutter endlessly, and he'd try so hard to keep them all tidy and unchipped. (This would result in him being ridiculously delicate with everything he touched) He'd love them no matter what colors you chose!

Graverobber:

- Graverobber has some clammy, crusty hands, (I mean, he hangs out in dumpsters) so beware. Still, if you offer to paint his nails, he’ll just lazily offer up his hands without a second thought

- Watches you the whole time with a satisfied smile. Anytime you glance up and catch him, he’ll give you a look that somehow manages to be both sheepish and smug, wiggling his eyebrow to make you laugh

- He'd smile every time he looked at them, thinking of you. You’d match them to the streaks in his hair which makes him just :o !! Will show them off a lot too

- He'd wear them until they were completely chipped up (which wouldn’t take long), patiently hoping you'd offer to do them again

Luigi:

- Luigi would initially agree with no complaints, but chances are you’ll only get a few nails done before he gets impatient 

- He feels kind of bad about it later, though, seeing them unfinished and smiling a bit as they reminded him of you. If he’s in a grouchy mood he’ll ease up right away when he sees them

- He’ll let you finish later, though not without some amount of awkwardness, as he’d be embarrassed to bring it back up 

- Of course, you’re happy to do it though! You snatch his hands right up and get to work, choosing colors such as black, red and white. He’d smile the whole time he watched you. His expression would change freakishly fast if someone interrupted, though

Pavi:

- He probably paints his nails anyways, but he’d always be happy to be doted over by you, so of course he’ll accept your offer!

- If you offer while he’s already wearing nail polish he’ll quickly run off and remove it so you won’t change your mind 

- Compliments you the whole time, even if you’re just messing around. You end up giggling the whole time at how extra he is, calling you an artist and talented and actually making you blush quite a bit with how sincere he was about it

- Shows his nails off endlessly, staring at them constantly and making it a point to be as showy with his hands as possible. The moment they chip he’ll be so over-the-top dramatic, only feeling better once you’ve redone them (you will forever be Pavi’s manicurist from then on, sigh) 

Billy Lenz:

- Probably confused by it, but he'd be happy to give it a try. He'd watch you intently the entire time, saying very little

- ...Which would result in you getting nervous, low-key trying to rush through it and accidentally messing one or two up (Cue Billy looking at you like smh, Y/N, smh...)

- He’s only messing though, he genuinely couldn’t care less about it really. You could be painting his whole finger and he doesn’t even mind because he’s more focused on you and the fact that you’re doing something like that for him

- He is unused to being treated like this so he never really knows how to react. Any kind of looking after will always be met with some amount of nervousness, though he adores it. Will retreat to the attic afterwards and just stare at his nails like 🥺 (Even the messy ones! Especially the messy ones tbh)

Asa Emory (The Collector):

- He'd agree to you doing his nails so quickly that you'd actually be shocked, not expecting compliance at all. He'd offer up his hands so willingly that your jaw would almost hit the floor

- Nothing flashy! He just wants tidy, pretty nails. He's very sure about what he wants, which would almost make you laugh, as he'd be quite assertive about it

- Needless to say, he'd stare at you intently the whole time, lips twisted into a small but wicked smile as he noticed your cheeks flushing and eyes refusing to meet his

- He'll do yours too, of course. You have to bite your lip the whole time to keep yourself from smiling because he’s so meticulous. He’ll carefully choose a color, eyeing you for approval before pulling your hand close to his face, seriously and slowly polishing each nail 

Otis Driftwood:

- Otis will absent-mindedly swat your hand away when you try to do his nails. However, when he glanced over to see you frowning at his grouchiness, he’ll feel bad and will just roll his eyes as he gives up his hands

- Will complain the whole time though. It smells! It’s cold! Stop squeezing my hand! (Tbh he loves these kinds of gestures, but he’s guarded, to put it simply, so he doesn’t know how to deal with it. So, he’ll gripe, all while staring at you lovingly when you aren’t looking)  

- You end up using simple colors such as black and white, and he would end up liking it much better than he thought he would. In fact, he’d want you to do it again in the future, but would be too embarrassed about his complaining to ask

- You’re going to have to give the whole family manicures now too though, especially Baby (honestly probably pedicures too? They’d get greedy lol) 

[redspaceace-writes]

For You - (Roman Sionis x Reader)

Request: I was just wondering if I could request a Roman Sionis!!!! Maybe where the reader is related to Harley!plz

Author's Note: Thank you for the request @starwarsprequelfangirl! I hope you enjoy! This one also goes out to @darling-i-read-it​, the queen of Ewan fics. If you, like me, are absolutely obsessed with any of his characters, stop by her blog and read the good stuff! Y/N/N means your nickname.

Warnings: Allusions to smut

Word Count: 1067

Not my GIF! Credit goes to the owner.

The night club, Black Mask, reeks of alcohol and sweat. The sounds of chatter and laughter fill the area. You are wearing a long, strapless dress that drags slightly behind you as you walk through the club. Your husband, Roman Sionis, has yet to leave your side, his right arm snug around your waist. He is wearing a blue suit with black stripes and tinted glasses accessorize his face. While you mingle with the patrons, you sip a drink held in your right hand. Roman’s right-hand man Victor Zsasz strolls over to you both. He nods at you then moves to Roman’s left side to whisper in his ear.

“Darling, I’ve got some business to attend to,” Roman says. “I won’t be gone long. Enjoy yourself, love.” He kisses your left cheek and slides the hand around your waist down to lightly smack your ass. You watch them walk to the stage and meet with another man, then disappear from your view. Searching for an empty booth, you find one and take a seat. You rest your head against the wall behind you and close your eyes.

A loud crack and scream pierce your ears. You are immediately on alert and leave the comfy seat looking for the commotion. Your eyes are drawn to a small crowd of women surrounding someone. Getting closer, you see a man you recognize as Roman’s driver. You hear a cackle distinctly belonging to a female. You’ve heard that laugh before.

“Harley?” you ask incredulously. Hearing her name, she turns to look at you. A wide grin breaks out across her face. She runs to you and gives you the biggest hug you’ve had in a long time.

“Y/N!” Harley exclaims. “I’ve missed you so much! It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” You and Harley are cousins. You used to be really close as kids. The last time you heard from her, she had just gotten a job at Arkham Asylum. Then she just disappeared. You didn’t know where she’d gone. Around that time, you met Roman. He was there to comfort you during your distraught state without Harley. From that night you both became inseparable. Now here you are years later married to the man.

“Yeah, me too,” you say. “Let’s go to the bar and get some drinks.” Harley nods eagerly. You guide her through the sea of people, each individual parting to let you pass. You miss her look of surprise as she follows you. You sit beside each other and order your drinks. When the bartender leaves, Harley turns to you, shock still on her face.

“Y/N/N, how did you get those people to move aside like that?” she asks, perplexed. You lift your left hand to show off both your rings. She gasps excitedly and grabs your hand to admire the rings.

“Y/N/N! You’re married? Congrats!” Harley shouts. “Who’s the lucky guy?” You debate if you should answer the question honestly. Should you tell her your husband is the notorious crime boss Roman Sionis? He’s avidly expressed his distaste for Harley, even labeling her as an enemy. You decide it’s best not to tell her. At the moment, the bartender has served your beverages.

“Oh, he’s just some guy I met at a club,” you mumble, picking up your alcohol, taking a swig.

“Oh, c’mon! Give me some details!” she groans. “What’s he like? What does he do?” Before you can deflect her questions, you feel hands on your shoulders. You know immediately who it is and panic internally.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Roman declares, announcing his presence. “Hello, Harleen. It’s been a while.” Harley grins mockingly.

“Rommie! It’s so good to see you,” she exclaims. “How’s life been treatin’ you?” Roman chuckles at her attempt to be civil.

“Life’s great, actually,” Roman says smugly. “I got married to this Goddess after you abandoned her for your psychotic boyfriend.” You were mid-sip when he spoke those words. You choked, spitting and coughing all over the counter. Roman brought one of his hands down to rub your back. The pompous bastard. You shot up from your seat and shrugged off Roman’s hands. You grabbed Harley’s arm and dragged her to the Women’s restroom. Upon entering the facilities, you checked to make sure no one else was in there before locking the door. You sighed heavily before facing Harley.

“Y/N, you’re married to Roman fucking Sionis?” she asks, looking betrayed. “He hates my guts, he wants me dead! How could you possibly be with a man like him?” You fluttered your eyelids in disbelief.

“Harley, you left me. The day you started working at that god-forsaken asylum, I stopped existing. I called you every day in hopes of just being able to hear your voice…” you pause. “Roman was there when you weren’t. You ran off with the Joker. You cast me aside due to your obsession with him. Roman has shown me nothing but kindness and love. I know how he feels about you. He’s told me all about the shit you’ve put him through. Look, I love you-”

“No! I don’t wanna hear it,” she shouts. “I’m sorry for ghostin’ you like I did, but I’m back now. And I’m tellin’ you, Roman is nothing but bad news.” You shush her before she can continue.

“If you’re going to continue to insult the man I love, then you can leave,” you say sternly. “It was nice to see you again.” You stare at Harley and see tears form in her eyes. She stomps towards the door, unlocks it, and vanishes from sight. You exit the bathroom to find Roman standing there. He reaches out to touch you, but you swat his hand away.

“Don’t touch me,” you snarl. “You just had to stroke your ego, didn’t you? She’s my family and I haven’t seen her in a long time so your first instinct is to push her away from me?” Roman sighs.

“Love, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he soothes. He puts his hand under your chin, wanting you to look at him. “Let me make it up to you.” Roman knows you can’t stay mad at him for long or resist his charm. He captures your lips with his before grasping your hand and leading you upstairs, taking you to bed.

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Requests are open! Check out who I write for and feel free to ask for anyone not on the list!

Posted: February 19, 2020

[ilovereadingandilovebreathing]

Lost Cat (Plz Help)

Thanks to @lamp-calm-sanders for pointing out that my formatting was wack. I typed on mobile but edited and posted on my laptop because mobile formatting sucks ass.

Moxiety Strangers Texting

The sky was fittingly overcast as Virgil trudged down the sidewalk; the stack of “MISSING” posters under his left arm shifted uncomfortably and he sighed, adjusting for the fifth time to make sure the sheets didn’t spill out onto the concrete. He approached a wooden telephone pole and pulled out a poster, sticking it to the post with a thumbtack and another sigh.

MISSING

Oogie Boogie (called Oobie)

Runaway idiot; return ASAP

Is not an outdoor cat and has claws

$725 reward

Please contact 555-8473

He stared longingly at the photo of his cat, his already big eyes wide as he sat upright (for once) and staring at the phone camera. It’d been three days since Oobie (short for Oogie Boogie) vanished, and Virgil was starting to worry. Well, more than normal. The chubby, beige feline was 99% an indoor cat, and usually he just popped outside to investigate the backyard before sauntering back through the sliding glass door like he was too good for the world outside his walls and all the creatures therein (or really there-out.)

Last Sunday, though, Virgil had left the back door open for Oobie because he was in a rush to get to his study session with Logan Patterson, another astronomy fan in his intro. course whose company he found quite companionable. In his haste, he’d left it open all afternoon and into the evening and returned to find Oobie had not.

The absence of a pet is always a difficult experience, but for Virgil missing Oobie was downright painful. Oobie was Virgil’s emotional support animal; the sassy cat could sense and respond to Virgil’s shifts in mood easier than he could chase down the occasional cat nip gifts Virgil brought home. Without Oobie, Virgil could survive, but life was emptier and that much more difficult to deal with.

Virgil jumped and nearly dropped the precariously placed posters when his phone buzzed in his back pocket. He reached around, praying it was a call from Oobie’s rescuer.

[+1 555-6666]

I saw you cat. I hope it didn’t suffer. Too much.

“What the HELL?!” Virgil gasped audibly and blocked the number, taking deep breaths. People sucked sometimes.

His phone buzzed again.

[+1 555-3345]

I’m looking for my cat, too. Please let me know if you get any leads on a calico.

Virgil bit his lips but exhaled slowly.

[+1 555-8473]

Sure.

[+1 555-3345]

Thanks.

Useless. Virgil debated flicking his phone to silent mode but decided against it for the greater good. He scowled when the phone buzzed incessantly as he went to put it back in his pocket; he set down the posters and took out the phone, brows raising at the volume and content of messages from the number.

[+1 555-7188]

Are you still looking for your cat?!

[+1 555-7188]

I’m so sorry he’s missing.

[+1 555-7188]

Unless you found him, which if you did, congrats!

[+1 555-7188]

But if not I hope you find him soon!

[+1 555-7188]

And I can help you look if you still are!

[+1 555-7188]

My name is Patton, by the way. I’m a vet student, not a creeper; I promise! 😊

Virgil laughed roughly, bewildered at the stream of messages, before replying.

[+1 555-8473]

Hi Patton; I’m Virgil (though you probably already know that from the missing posters.) Psych student. Yeah, I’m still looking for Oobie. I don’t need help, really. Just keep an eye and ear out? Maybe spread the word? Thanks so much for the offer and interest.

Patton replied instantly.

[+1 555-7188]

Can do! Good luck! 💙

Virgil chuckled; Patton had to be the bubbliest person he’d come into contact with, in person and otherwise. He finally pocketed his phone and continued around the combined commercial and residential area, silently praying someone would call about Oobie soon.

-

Virgil stumbled through his door around 6pm, emotionally wrecked and exhausted from his day. The calico owner had texted him hourly, finally stopping after they announced it’d been found. Virgil hadn’t replied.

He set his empty box of thumbtacks on the coffee table and collapsed onto his couch, reclining so that he was almost laying down, and he stared sadly at the ceiling. Normally, Oobie would jump on his chest and stare him down until he fed him dinner or gave him a treat. He never thought he’d miss that.

His eyes filled, and he swiped a sleeve over his face, grimacing when his phone buzzed. One more false lead or asshole, and he was calling the cops.

[+1 555-7188]

Hey, it’s Patton! Any luck today?

[+1 555-8473]

No. Still trying. Lots of assholes, false leads, and other desperate pet owners.

[+1 555-7188]

I’m so sorry, Virgil. I can check with the local shelters and animals control centers. I volunteer at the local shelter to get experience for my program, so I’ll help you out there!

[+1 555-8473]

Wow, thanks so much, Patton.

[+1 555-7188]

Of course.

A few minutes of silence passed, and his phone buzzed just as he flicked on his TV and laptop.

[+1 555-7188]

So you’re a psych student?

Virgil sighed.

[+1 555-8473]

Yeah. I’m a senior, so Oobie is pretty important to me right now.

[+1 555-7188]

Me, too! Probably not at the same school, though. I was at the local Tech. School before I transferred for this vet program.

[+1 555-8473]

Why is Oobie so important right now? Because being your best friend, of course!

[+1 555-8473]

Nice.

...

I have an anxiety disorder, and Oobie is my emotional support animal.

[+1 555-7188]

Oh, wow! I’ve heard of that, but I haven’t met anyone who actually has one. That is a real bummer; I really hope he comes home soon!

[+1 555-8473]

Me, too.

[+1 555-7188]

So what’s your favorite part of psych? I took an intro. class as a gen. Ed. Requirement, but I liked it a lot!

[+1 555-8473]

Either abnormal or behavioral. The human brain is just wild. Neuropsych is cool, too.

[+1 555-7188]

Why those?

[+1 555-8473]

They helped me understand myself. Once we hit the surface, I went deep and saw everything I related to. It was interesting and has helped me grow a lot.

[+1 555-7188]

That’s awesome! I’m so glad it’s been a useful experience for you.

[+1 555-8473]

Yeah. What about you? Why vet school?

[+1 555-7188]

I’ll admit. The science part of it was and is really hard, but I love the animals so much! It’s worth it! I love knowing that I help animals AND their humans!

[+1 555-8473]

That’s really nice of you

[+1 555-7188]

😊

Virgil and Patton went back and forth for a while longer, discussing future plans and majors until Patton needed to pay attention in class. Virgil finally set down his phone and scrolled through Hulu, trying to find another distraction to fill the loneliness.

-

A full week went by with no word on Oobie. Virgil was starting to loose hope, and he began to accept that he might have to find a new companion.

Sunday afternoon found him slumped in Starbucks, scrolling through his phone and looking at shelters in the area when a message popped up at the top of the screen. He hit it.

[+1 555-7188]

Hi, Virgil! It’s Patton! Seeing as it’s been a week since Oobie took a vacation, I just wanted to check in and see if there’s been any progress.

Virgil sighed. He was glad, in a way, for Patton’s concern, but he was also annoyed with the reminder and admittance of Oobie’s absence.

[+1 555-8473]

Nope, no dice. He’s still chillin in paradise somewhere.

[+1-555-7188]

Oh, no!! I’m so sorry to hear that. I can keep checking in with the local shelters and animals control centers between classes and shifts.

[+1-555-8473]

Thank you.

Virgil pinched his brow and took a breath. Oobie needed to get his little asshole self home soon.

-

Buzz buzz buzz buzz

Virgil groaned and rolled over, picking up his phone and blinking blankly at his screen until he recognized the number.

“Hello?”

“Virgil!” A tone that was far too chipper for 5am made him bite back a groan. “It’s Patton! I think my classmate found Oobie!”

Virgil’s heart pounded and he sat up slowly.

“Where?”

“She volunteers at the Akron Street Animal Shelter. She just texted me and said an older woman and her caretaker brought in a cat that matches Oobie’s description.”

“Akron is a couple minutes from here.” Virgil pushed himself out of bed and pulled on sweatpants and a hoodie. “That could be him. Thank you so much, Patton.”

“Absolutely! I gotta go; good luck!” Beep beep beep

Virgil grabber Oobie’s carrying case and his keys and set off for the shelter, arriving in just minutes.

“Hey.” He panted as he approached the desk. “I....Patton just called me about a cat.”

“Patton?” The desk clerk looked him over quizzically, and then he remembered.

“He volunteers somewhere else. I-whatever. I heard you just got a white cat from an old lady.”

“Oh, yes. He’s likely still being examined for injury or illness, so please take a seat. I’ll go see if they’re at a point where you can see him. If he’s yours, I’ll have a few discharge forms for you.”

“Thanks.” Virgil sank into the closest chair and breathed, trying to calm his racing pulse.

“Sir?” A vet. tech. with bright pink scrubs and a dark ponytail smiled at him. “You can come see him. Did Patton send you?”

“Yeah.” Virgil rose and offered a weary smile. “Thank you so much for calling him. I’m Virgil, by the way.”

“Valerie.” She gestured down the hall and walked with him. “Second door to the left here-“ She opened the door, freeing the once muffled meows into the hallway, and Virgil absorbed the mass of white fur and big blue eyes in front of him. Virgil’s eyes instantly filled with tears, and he laughed wetly.

“Yup, that’s Oobie.” He set down the cat carrier and went to the table, reaching out a rusted hand for Oobie to inspect. The cat sniffed briefly before bumping his head against his knuckles and purring loudly. “Hey, buddy. Is he okay?”

“Nothing we could find. Seems like he just wandered off. The woman said she found him harassing the birds in her bird bath.”

“Sounds right.” Virgil scooped Oobie off of the table and into his embrace, and the normally stubborn creature melted into his arms, settling easily over his forearms and purring loudly. “Thank you so much.”

“Absolutely!” Valerie beamed. “I’m so glad we could help! Patton will be thrilled.” She laughed. “You can stay here and visit with Oobie; I’ll get the discharge paper work and make sure we don’t need to do anything else.”

“Thanks.” Virgil settled Oobie back on the table; the cat mewed in protest, but Virgil rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. Taking Oobie back in one hand, Virgil snapped a quick selfie.

[+1 555-8473]

Success.

[+1 555-7188]

OMG YAY!!!!!! IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU BOTH!!!!! IM LITERALLY CRYING!!!!

Big, framed brown eyes and chestnut brown hair filled Virgil’s screen, and his heart skipped a bit. He hadn’t expected Patton to be so....

[+1 555-8473]

Only tears of happiness, I hope

[+1 555-7188]

Of course!

Virgil smiled.

[+1 555-8473]

Thank you so so much for helping me get my little buddy back.

Virgil bit his lip.

[+1 555-8473]

I’d love to pay you back. Coffee? On me?

[Patton🐶]

I’d love to.

[Virgil💜]

Awesome.

Hope you liked it! Mobile version looks a lot better.

[thirium-fiction]

Copycat Hostage (Connor x Reader)

Request: Connor x reader where Connor is held hostage, and it's up to reader, Hank, and others to save him plz?

Word Count: 2.8k+ (I got carried away towards the end oops)

A/N: I’m actually pretty proud of this one so I hope you guys enjoy it. It took me hOURS and it may have a couple typos but oh well

Warnings: Kidnapping, Swearing, (Blue) Blood

Something felt off about the DPD that day. It was oddly…normal. Which meant that it wasn’t normal. You moved your head around, searching to see if something was out of place. You landed on the empty desk besides Hank. He didn’t seem phased by it, continuing to work like nothing was wrong. You scooted your swivel chair across the floor, moving in the man’s direction. Eventually coming to a halt, you nudged Hank. He grunted in response, barely acknowledging you, but it was more than nothing.

“Hank,” You started, “…have you seen Connor at all today?”

The man looked at you, making sure to take the longest pause before replying, “Who?”

You rolled your eyes at his response, “Come on, Hank. You know who.”

He glanced over at the empty spot where the RK800 usually sat and asked all sorts of questions that he could think of. Mostly about dogs. Hank shrugged and turned back to you, “Hell if I know. Maybe he’s just running late.”

You don’t think Connor even knew the meaning of ‘late’. He made sure to walk through the doors of the DPD exactly at 6 o’clock sharp. No more. No less. People have even caught him standing outside the building, constantly checking the time to see when he could begin work. The cleaning androids usually had to let him in considering no one else even arrived yet.

So, no. He definitely wasn’t late.

You sighed, scooting away from Hank, looking for the next person to ask. You honestly wished you hadn’t as you saw the next person.

“You lost, (Y/N)? Your desk is that way.” Gavin smirked as he saw you scooting around the floor.

You warily pulled your seat up next to his desk, earning a raised eyebrow in response. He scoffed, folding his arms as he saw the look on your face. “What do you want now?”

You twiddled your thumbs, trying to figure out how to word your next sentence. You knew if you mentioned anything related to Connor, this guy was going to blow a gasket. You huffed, taking the risk.

“Have you seen any sign of Connor?”

Gavin busted out laughing, holding his sides as they started becoming sore. You didn’t really know what was funny about the question but again, you were talking to Gavin.

“That piece of shit? Why would I know where he is?”

You gave him a look, “Because you make fun of him wherever he goes. Naturally, I assumed you would know his whereabouts.”

He stopped laughing, a sly smile still on his features. “Nope. Sorry, darlin’.”

You ignored the nickname as you pushed off the desk, rolling away. When you were about to pass Connor’s absence off as an ‘android sick day’, Fowler came out from his office and called out to you.

“(Y/N)! I believe this is for you.”

Everyone’s eyes were on you as you awkwardly got out of your seat and walked up to him. It was weirdly quiet as you took the object from his hands.

A phone.

You gave Fowler a look as he nodded towards it, ushering you to respond to the person on the other line. With a hesitant feeling, you raised the device to your ear.

“Hello?” You said, perplexed as to why someone would reach out to you this way.

“(Y/N)! I’m glad this message got to you successfully.” An all too familiar voice of the RK800 came from the opposite end.

“What the hell? Where are you?”

A silence. You could faintly hear, hushed whispering on the other end.

“I am…somewhere.” He replied finally.

You wore a worried expression. Connor was never this vague.

“Are you alright?”

There was a pause again. A dreadful feeling filling your stomach. There was a deep breath before he added, “I like ice cream.”

“I’m sorry?”

“I tend to feel very abandoned and isolated.”

You shifted uncomfortably. Why was he saying all these things?

There was a loud crash, a pause, and then a voice spoke up, “We have the android. Bring $100,000 in cash and he’ll live. You have 2 hours. Don’t get the police involved.”

Click.

The line went dead as you stood there in awe. Connor was held captive for ransom and only you knew it. Fowler stared at you, waiting for an explanation. You shook your head, telling you it was an older neighbor of yours who must’ve used the wrong number. He shook his head in disapproval.

“Use your personal phone for personal reasons.”

Nodding, you turned around and quickly walked back to your desk. You looked at your watch.

1 hour and 55 minutes left.

Your eyes widened, seeing that you already lost 5 minutes. Every second counted now. You knew you couldn’t figure this out on your own. You had no idea where Connor was and the way he acted confused you even more. Walking over to Hank, you shook his shoulder.

“The fuck do you want now?” He asked, clearly irritated with constantly being bothered.

You gave him a forced smile, freaking the man out. “Connor was kidnapped and is being held for ransom and we have less than two hours to find him.” You said through gritted teeth.

His eyes widened as he quickly shot up from his chair, “Shit...I knew I should’ve stayed home today.”

You and Hank quickly moved through the desks. Both of you almost left the building, but you stopped. Hank paused next to you, “What are you doing?”

You sighed, knowing what you had to do. You didn’t know how many guys were holding Connor and you plus a drunkard weren’t a very strong team. You looked over at Hank before glancing over to where Gavin sat, drumming his pens on his desk. The man next to you watched where you were staring, and he scoffed.

“Hell no.”

His words went through one ear and out the other as you walked towards Gavin, ignoring Hank’s hushed whispers for you to come back. You approached Gavin’s desk for the second time today. He stopped his drumming and stared up at you, a smirk returning to his face. “You miss m- Agh! Hey! What the fuck, (Y/N)?!”

You pulled Gavin by his ear, so he couldn’t help but follow you. Barely anyone paid much attention to the both of you, thinking Gavin did something stupid yet again. You let him go once you met up with a very disgruntled looking Hank.

Gavin rubbed his now red ear, glancing between the both of you. “The hell is this? Some kind of dumbass club?”

You crossed your arms, “Yes, and that’s why we invited you to join.”

He leered at you, Hank chuckling slightly in the background despite loathing being there. “But, really. Why am I here exactly?”

You glanced at your watch briefly.

1 hour and 26 minutes left.

Your stomach dropped as you looked back at a waiting Gavin. “Connor is being held ransom somewhere and we’re the only ones who know. They want $100,000 in cash and we have less than an hour and a half to find him.”

He stared at you in shock. Not from the news but from why he was wasting his time here.

“Not my damn problem. Figure it out yourselves. That piece of plastic means nothing to me.” He was about to walk away before you grabbed his arm, abruptly stopping him.

“If you leave now, I will tell the whole division about you-know-what during you-know-when with you-know-who.”

Gavin froze, staring at you in horror before shaking his head. “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, really? Let me jog your memory. Hey, Hank!”

Hank turned to you with an evil grin on his face.

“This one time, Gavin got really drunk at a celebration and- “

“OKAY! OKAY!” Gavin cut in. “I’m suddenly in a helping mood. Let’s get outta here and find the tin can.”

He walked towards the exit first before you and Hank shared a look, following behind.

All three of you were packed into Gavin’s car with Hank in the passenger seat and you in the back. The younger male insisted you use his car because he wasn’t about to get into “some drunkard’s shithole of a ride”. The inside of Gavin’s car smelled heavily of cologne, causing you to have to roll down a window to get a breath of fresh air.

As you all drove off, Hank twisted his body around slightly to talk to you. “You have no idea where he was? Not a clue?”

You shook your head. “He just said he was somewhere.” You paused thinking about what he said after. “He then said he liked ice cream and felt very abandoned and isolated.”

“The hell? What a dumbass.” Gavin piped up from the driver’s seat.

You glared at him before bringing your attention back to Hank. The look on his face showed one of deep thought. “Maybe he was drugged?” He suggested.

You shook your head. “I’m not sure you can drug an android. But, he did seem to make sure to emphasize the words ‘ice cream’, ‘abandoned’, and ‘isolated’.”

“The abandoned warehouse by that old ice cream shop on 5th Avenue. It’s pretty isolated from the rest of the buildings. Hard to miss.” Gavin said, not taking his eyes off the road. Both you and Hank stared at him with open mouths. When he was met with the stunned silence, he did a double-take at your faces. “The fuck are you lookin’ at? I’m not as dumb as you think I am.”

You closed your mouth as you nodded, “I guess I doubted you. You’re still a dick though.” He huffed in reply while you looked up the directions to the warehouse.

1 hour away. Traffic: Heavy.

You cursed, grabbing the attention of Hank and Gavin. “What is it?” Hank asked.

You checked your watch. You wouldn’t have enough time.

“We won’t make it. The traffic is too heavy.”

Gavin just laughed dryly. “Not if we floor it.”

“Gavin!”

You all made it in surprisingly good time with half an hour to spare. Gavin really did know his shortcuts. The three of you exited the vehicle and walked towards the wide doors of the warehouse. It was cold and damp inside causing a shiver to go up your spine. Right in the middle of the room, you saw a figure sitting in a chair, a pillow case over their head to shield their vision. You nodded over to the person making Gavin and Hank immediately grab ahold of their guns. You signaled for them to split up and search the rest of the area. You cautiously approached the figure, seeing the suit Connor usually wore on its body.

“Connor?” You whispered, suspicious of everything at the moment.

“(Y/N)?” He replied his voice so quiet you almost couldn’t hear it.

You exhaled in relief as you reached over to grab the pillow case off his head. You yanked it off, revealing his current state. His head hung low, but you could see the thirium dripping from his noise. You could hear the soft sobs coming from his hunched over form.

“Oh my god, Connor. What did they do?” You knelt in front of him, trying to get a view of his face but he kept turning away. He must’ve been in such a daze that he couldn’t tell who was who anymore.

Gavin walked around with Hank around the warehouse, their guns ready in their hands. They checked for the person who held Connor hostage but there was no sign of them anywhere.

Groaning, Gavin complained. “This is dumb. We found the piece of shit so let’s book it before they notice.”

Hank hushed him as he heard something. He beckoned Gavin towards the muffled noise and they were led to a back room. The door was shut but the noise was clearly coming from behind it. They two stopped in front of it, turning to each other before nodding. Gavin stepped back and pointed the gun at the door while Hank positioned himself at the door knob. They looked at each other and counted,

1…

2…

3!

Hank opened the door to reveal what was behind it. The sight caused them both to freeze.

Connor.

He twisted and turned in his seat when he saw the two of them. They stood there in shock before Hank rushed over to remove the cloth around his mouth. Words immediately followed when he was able to speak,

“Where’s (Y/N)?”

The more he cried, the more your heart broke. As time went on, his cries started to turn. You furrowed your eyebrows at the sounds he made.

Laughter.

You moved back a bit as he slowly turned to you, revealing his face.

And his bright blue eyes.

You gasped as the other Connor quickly got up, holding you closely while pointing a gun at your abdomen.

He turned his head, so it was level with your ear, “Where are they?”

Before you could reply, Gavin and Connor ran out in front of the both of you. At the sight of the other Connor, Gavin made a sound of disgust. “There’s two of you?”

RK900 tilted his head at his words. “I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Yeah, well, it’s been a long day.”

The android who had you in his grasp raised the gun his hands, pointing it at your head. Both Gavin and Connor raised their hands at the action.  “Your weapon. On the ground. Now.” RK900 demanded, pushing the gun harder to your head causing you to whimper. Gavin reluctantly nodded, putting it to the floor, kicking it out of reach. The other Connor smirked, your breathing very light from fear.

“It was you on the phone the whole time, wasn’t it?” You squeaked out causing the hostile android to stare at you before grinning evilly.

“What a clever girl. You chose well, Connor.” You closed your eyes, sensing his finger on the trigger. “It was the only way I knew you would come. I wasn’t about to put Connor on the phone. He’d ruin everything.”

“You son of a bitch.” You hissed making him laugh.

“Watch your mouth, girl. I’m the one with the gun here.”

A click came from behind you all.

“You and me both, motherfucker.”

Bang!

The RK900 slowly looked down as he saw the pool of blue stain his torso. He withered to the ground, letting the gun in his hand go. You quickly moved to quick it away. Hank approached the android on the ground, lifting his foot to rest on the wound. The other Connor hissed in pain as he stared up at the old detective.

“You should be dead, you asshole.” Hank growled, staring him down.

The man underneath him laughed before coughing up blue blood. He had a wild look on his face as he grinned, teeth stained with blue. “I’ll keep coming back. You will never be able to kill me.”

Hank scoffed before raising his gun, “We’ll see about that.”

Bang!

One last shot went straight through the head of the other Connor successfully shutting him down. All four of you sat in silence before it was ruined.

“Oh my god! Gavin screeched, “Did I lock the car?!” He ran off towards the entrance of the warehouse in a sprint.

Hank chuckled and walked after him but not before Connor called out to him. “Thank you, Lieutenant. You have saved me yet again.”

You nodded in agreement, “Yeah, thanks, Hank. I probably would be dead if it weren’t for you.”

Hank briefly smiled, “Whatever. You guys both owe me a drink.” He stopped, “Each.” You and Connor laughed in reply. “Anyways, I’ll meet you two in the car. Hopefully, we can air out all that fucking cologne.”

You watched as he walked towards the entrance before you turned to Connor. He was already staring at you for a while.

“I am sorry I put you through all this, (Y/N).” He said, nervously adjusting his tie.

You shrugged, grinning. “I’d do it again for you in a heartbeat, Connor.”

Something inside him made his thirium pump faster, rushing to his face. How could you have such an impact on him? He shyly smiled and for the first time in his short android life, he couldn’t think of a reply. You cleared your throat abruptly to stop yourself from staring.

“A-Anyways, we should catch up with them. Knowing those two, the car is probably on fire by now.”

Connor tilted his head, “I don’t sense a fire within the area.”

You took his hand with a smile. You really needed to teach him figures of speech. The two of you walked towards the doors of the warehouse, hand-in-hand.

“How did you convince Gavin to come with you?” Connor asked suddenly.

You smirked, “Remember that story I told you about him, but I made you swear not to tell anybody?”

“Ah, the one where you then told me to tell the whole division?”

“Yeah, that one.”

[masterlist]

[littlemermaiids]

Tagged by the ever wonderful @isla1975 (i was either laughing at or saying “true” at all of your answers)

rules: answer as many as you want if tagged and then tag three more people OR just reblog it and treat it as a regular ask meme!! have fun xoxo

1. What would you get arrested for on the Ark? i’m not entirely sure? I do a lot of stupid shit. Probably for stealing meds or something

2. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground? for food definitely

3. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..) a rabbit (and then i’d crumble it up right in front of him)

4. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be?  is this a question? Wells mf Jaha bitch

5. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they? 1. Riley

6. Minty or Briller? Minty always

7. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? (example: Octavia=Okteivia…just make it up!): So us in Wonkru spent a very long time figuring this out its Keitlin

8. Thoughts on Finn?  Next question

9. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does? Im not really sure. Like on one hand, no more pain or sadness and i got a lot of that to go around but...i feel like i would have seen how cult-y it would have been and just side step right out of that situation

10. What character do you relate to most & What character do you like the least not including the obvious ones like Pike, etc… I wanna say I relate most to Raven and idk maybe some Bellamy sprinkled in there, only because he leads (or lead?) by his heart and would do anything to protect his sister 

11. Describe your delinquent outfit: This is my fav question okay: Black skinny jeans, of course, grey/blue long sleeve shirt (let me rock that v-neck), some form of jewelry from some dead family member, a leather jacket, and combat boots

12. Favorite type of mutant animal? Show me a mutant dog bc if not then what has this all been for????  but its probably those blue butterflies bc they’re so cute

13. What would your job be on the Ark? ugh god im not good at anything but probably helping out in medical since thats what i want to do now

14. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked it? I wouldn’t dare bitch back at Abby for it so of fucking course i’d do it

15. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, then who would make the best commander? can i say Indra? bc Indra

16. If you were a grounder, then where would you live and who would be your mentor? okay so where i live rn i’m in Trikru but if we talking about where i’d want to live its floudon kru

17. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty? lol so uh id walk off to random places probably muttering about finding food and then i’d probably sleep it off

18. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? wait for our loving leaders to sort that shit out

19. Who should be the Chancellor, if anyone?  no one

20. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s Ipod)What is the one thing you would snatch while there? this is a hard question um....maybe some movies or something? 

21. Do you think you’d have caught the virus spread through camp or would you have been immune like Octavia? oh i’d definitely get it

22. What would your grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint? i think i’d have some sick arm tattoo. my hair would probs be up in some wicked ponytail

23. Favorite quote? “we all have battle scars. suck it up and build a brace for yours”

24. Can you forgive Murphy for his actions? How about Bellamy? already forgiven

25. If one of the characters was in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning? we’d get a hunger games ending with bellamy and clarke byyyeee

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite ship? NOT INCLUDING CLEXA OR BELLARKE. Least favorite has got to be niylarke sorrys. favorite ship uummm minty or raven x happiness

27. A song that should be included in the next season, like when Radioactive was? another sleeping at last song plz

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time?  Have the best time of my life

29.Opinion on Emori? Roan? i love them both. roan shouldnt have died in such a shitty way (if hes dead) and i really am so so ready to see emori in s5

30. Would you want to be an extra that is killed off in a brutal way? Have me die beside Riley or not at all

31. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of? This is really random but I kinda wanna learn more about Echo. Like I want to know if she was always the way she was or if she has some Traumatic Backstory that made her this way

32. A character you’d bang? Just one?

tagging: @linctavias @bobmorlee @bellameblake @lordbellamy @ who ever else

[rebeltheanomaly]

Roughdraft/Notes on Grieftale Act 1 Part 1

Opening Scene:*a kid crawls up a mountain, seemingly panicked* Im not... Gonna let you... Hurt anyone else.... *he ties a rope around his neck, and falls into Mt. Ebott, only for the Rope to snap, letting him fall into the vast underground world below* The thump echoes off the cavernous walls, the only sign of life. They feel something soft against their skin... golden flower petals from dozens of crushed flowers. Somehow, they were enough to keep the fall from becoming fatal. *the kid awakens, covered with scars, not from the fall, but from... something else... he wanders on in hope of... something* You find a large stone doorway, leading to a hall filled with a playful tune... or is it in your head? in front of you is another golden flower, alone this time, grinning at you happily. "Howdy! I'm Flowey! Flowey the Flower! Hmmm... you're new to the underground, aren't cha? Golly, you must be so confused. Someone ought to teach you how things work around here! I guess little old me will have to do. Ready?" *he cowers* Please... don't hurt him... *he seems to be talking to someone else, Flowey feels a threatening presence, but shrugs it off, after all, it's just a human.... Right?* Flowey looks uncomfortable, his smile wavers. "Haha.. of course I won't hurt you! here we go!" Suddenly, the light in the room seems to be sucked out, and a white perimeter forms around you. You feel a weight in your chest, and look down to see a heart-shaped red glow underneath your striped sweater. "See that heart?" Flowey explains, "that is your soul, the very culmination of your being! Your soul starts off weak, but it can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV!" *His soul is Obsidian, which means he's being controlled..... Or his soul is a host to something* Flowey's grin wavers. He looks like he wants to say something, then recovers. "W-what's LV stand f-for? Wy, LOVE of course! You want some LOVE, don't you? Here!" Half a dozen white pellets appear around the flower. They shoot towards you at an alarming rate. Flowey's expression darkens. "Get as many as you can." H-he says you want to hurt me... *at this point, Flowey gets the impression that he's probably just insane* *As soon as the pellets make impact with his soul, his mannerisms change from that of a shaky nervous teen too some kind of killer, he moves at impossible speed and pins Flowey against the wall, grinning and laughing in a completely different voice* ???: Sorry Goatweed, but i kinda need this body.... *His voice, grin, and penetrating red eyes seem..... Familiar to the little flower, like a really bad nightmare....* Flowey looks shocked, his face changes into that of azriel "C-chara? You're back! T-take it easy -- it's me!" *Laughs* You think i’m your girlfriend? (I’m just gonna say Chara is a girl for this) No, i know who you are Goat. *throws him to the ground* And you will stay out of my way if you know what's good for you. Flowey stares up in shock as he slinks away. ???:*lets the human take control as Toriel comes* "Oh my! You poor innocent youth, i thought I heard a commotion, are you hurt?" H-he's gone now... and so is that weird flower..... toriel takes a knee "my child, who hurt you? Who was here?" He didn’t hurt me... L might've hurt him though… "You don't have to hurt anyone ever again, my child... i'll protect you." she extends a hand to you *inches away* Plz stay away... He might hurt you too… She grabs the child's hand anyway (he takes her hand) Oh-ok… The goat monster smiles reassuringly. "My name is Toriel. What is yours?" She says as she walks with you into the next room. You notice a golden star in between two staircases... something is off about it. It isn't casting light on anything. It's almost as if it isn't even there. I-i... I cant remember... He's taken away most of my memories... *cries* "Oh, my child! The things you must have gone through!" She gasps, falling to her knees and hugging you tightly. "We'll both be happier now that we've found each other, i'm sure." Maybe.... he'll leave me alone for once.... "Of course, it'll be just you and me." She guides you up the stairs, and into a room with six pressure plates and a door. "Welcome to your new home, innocent one. Allow me to educate you in the operation of the ruins. The ruins are full of puzzles: ancient fusions between diversions and doorkeys. One must solve them to move from room to room. Please adjust yourself to the sight of them." She walks on four of the pressure plates, and the door slides open. In the next room, there sits a dummy. "As a human living in the underground, monsters may attack you. Stall for time, I will resolve the conflict. I promise. Here, practise talking to the dummy." *he looks at the dummy, and hugs it* Toriel's eyes shine with joy. "You are very good!" She walks ahead of you, and when she's not looking a frog monster jumps in your way. It looks like it has bad intentions as it charges forward for an attack “P-please stay away little frog..* The frog doesn't seem to understand you, but it hears the fear in your voice. Before it can make another attack, Toriel turns around and glares at it. The frog slinks away, embarrassed. You and Toriel find a long path of spikes barring your way. "Here, take my hand" She says, and steps forward. *he takes her hand, halfway through, one of the spikes shoots up higher then normal and gives him a small cut* I-im sorry L! "Oh don't apologize! L? What a cute nickname for me! I usually let people call me the first half of my name." Toriel seems completely oblivious, but is saddened by the cut. "Puzzles seem a little too dangerous for now." She leads you into a vast empty room, the lighting prevents you from seeing too far in. "You have done excellently thus far, my child. However... I have a difficult request to ask of you. ...I would like you to walk to the end of the room by yourself. forgive me for this." She runs off into the darkness, abandoning the one she'd sworn to protect. Y-your not L.... He punished me.... *when he sees Toriel run off* No! *he runs quickly, panicking* you chase after her, but she is nowhere to be seen. *he gets to the end of the room, she hears faint whispering around him, she can't tell what it's saying... But it doesn't sound pleasant...* Suddenly, Toriel is by your side. "Greetings, my child. Do not worry, I did not leave you. There was an important reason for this exercise... to test your independence. I must attend to some business, and you must stay alone for a while. please remain here, it's dangerous to explore by yourself." She thinks for a moment. "I have an idea, I will give you a cell phone! if you have a need for anything, just call. be good, alright?" She stays where she is for a moment, as if reconsidering, then brisky leaves you... for real this time. (as Toriel leaves, his other side comes out, and exits the room, with the grin of a madman) You exit the room and immdiately get a call. "Hello? This is Toriel. You have not left the room, have you? There are a few puzzles ahead that i have yet to explain. It would be dangerous to try and solve them yourself. Be good, alright?" *he waits until the call is over, then knocks the candy bowl over without even taking any, he then walks out of that room* You spot another golden star hovering over a pile of leaves. A froggit eyes you suspiciously L: *seems repulsed by the star* Grrr... it reminds me of hope.. A Whimsun flutters out of the leaves and encounters you... it looks like it's fighting out of fear. *grins and grabs it by the neck, preventing it from escaping* Well, what have we here? *Grins menacingly, seeming enjoy the fear in it* The whimsun gasps for air, it's wings fluttering aggressively. "i can't... handle this!" *rips off its wings, limbs and tongue and leaves it for dead, laughing* You stand over the dead creature, watching it turn to dust. The froggit behind you recoils in horror, then bravely charges forwards. *picks it up and hurls it into the wall with inhuman strength* its skull shatters against the wall and it crumbles into dust. Two more froggits try to jump you from behind! *grabs them and crushes their heads with his bare hands *walks into the next room* You find the ground ahead of you looks unstable... it reminds you that these really are ruins. A whimsun flutters over the problem area, whimpering at the sight of the dust on your hands Throws a sharpened stick at it with startling accuracy, impaling it* It crumbles with a whining cry, and the stick drops onto the uneven ground, dust sprinkling onto it *He tastes some of the dust, like the sick freak he, or more accurately the demon possessing him is* You take a few steps on the unstable looking ground... and your leg breaks through the floor! You crash a story down, landing on a pile of leaves. You are now in a room with two doors on either side of the leaves, surrounded by half a dozen whimsun, ready to fight for their lives *Uses something humans aren’t normally capable of: Magic. He summons a storm of crimson energy, forcing them into the worst pain imaginable* they drop from the sky, their attacks disappearing, writing on the ground as they slowly turn to dust. You leave through the door on the right, the stairs lead you through a small gap into the hallway with the broken floor. You're on the other side of the unstable ground, allowing you to move forwards. *He goes onto the next room, avoiding the unstable ground* Suddenly, your phone rings. "Hello? This is toriel. For no reason in particular... which do you prefer? Cinnamon or Butterscotch?" *Imitates the other kid's voice* I-I-I don't have a preference.... I haven't eaten anything sweet in so long… "Oh! You sound like you're getting a cold! Well alright, thank you." You take a few steps and she calls you back "You do not DISLIKE Butterscotch and Cinnamon, do you? Would you turn up your nose if you saw them on your plate?" No, they're alright...... I mean, i can't remember what they taste like... *at this point, Toriel thinks he has some kind of Trauma-related mental illness* "Right, right. I understand. Thank you for being patient, by the way." She hangs up, and you look around you. Three rocks sit near three pressure plates, and ahead of them is a bridge of spikes. *he pushes the two rocks, then goes to the third one* "Whoa there pardner! who said you could push me around?" *pulls out a drill* Hehehe… "Whoa... wait.. wait! I'll move!" the rock exclaims, sliding into place correctly. The spikes slide down. *drills it to bits as its on the button* I was gonna kill you anyway... Thanks for cooperating... *walks on* You take a few steps when the spikes shoot back up, pieces of the rock crumbling away from the pressure plate. You shriek in pain and feel your health drain away… *with the demon in control, the damage seems to make him stronger, hell, he seems to enjoy it, continuously scraping his arm across it* you move on, and spot another golden star next to a table with cheese on it. There's a mouse hole on the opposite wall *Walks on, hissing at the star* You hear a voice echo in your head: DETERMINATION in the next room you find a ghost lying on a pile of leaves... it starts to fade away You spear them with your stick. they stop fading away, looking at you with a blank expression *Gazes at the ground below Napsta, it starts sucking him in* Napstablook's face shifts from blank to shocked "W-What? What's happening? Oh no... I always knew I was a waste of space... at least now I can finally die..." Napstablook looks like he's letting himself get sucked in. *hands shoot out of the ground and drag him to hell, i'm sniggering all the while Napstablook's eyes go wide "I.. I- I changed my mind! I don't want to--" the hole closes, cutting napstablook off. You can now see there's a fork in the path *Looks at where the hole was* Doesn't matter, (grins) Suffering is all that exists, everything else is an illusion....*He enters the Spider bake sale* a little spider crawls down a web and greets you with a smile. "All proceeds go to real spiders!" she chimes happily *Grins and stomps on the webs, killing countless spiders, Muffet would never even receive word of the sadistic monstrosity from them, from someone else on the other hand.... You walk along a long, empty hall. Suddenly your phone starts ringing again (He answers) H-hello? *contemplating leaving a demonic latin message* "I just realized that it has been a while since I've cleaned up. I did not expect to have company so soon. There are probably a lot of things lying about here and there. You can pick them up, but do not carry more than you need. Someday you might see something you really like. You will want to leave room in your pockets for that. toriel hangs up, and you find yourself in a new room with six obviously damaged areas in the flooring. You get the feeling they can't support your weight for very long. At the end of the hall is another row of spikes. you walk to the one nearest to you. It collapses with a thunderous crash, and you land on a pile of leaves. While you dust off your clothes, a Vegetoid monster pops up from the ground, alongside dozens of carrots it's shooting towards you as an attack *he dodges with inhuman speed, picks it up, opens his mouth impossibly wide, bites the lower half of his body off and spits it out* I've always hated plant-based food… the vegetoid makes a high pitched shriek and dissolves, you taste dust in your mouth. You notice stairs leading back up *goes back up, and goes into all 5 of the broken areas* most are empty, one had a ribbon in it. On the fourth try, you notice in the room a glitched white shape, almost completely transparent, that keeps getting sucked into the ground and coming back up. "I.. I- I changed my mind! I don't want to-- I.. I- I changed my mind! I don't want to-- I.. I- I changed my mind! I don't want to--" they repeat again and again. "I -- I... I -- I -- I!" They pop out of existence, as if they were never there. *Grins and goes back up, walking out of the room* On the fifth try to find the switch and press it, and the spikes retreat successfully, revealing a loox. "You rude little snipe!" it cries, and strings of bubbles pour out of the walls, bouncing off surfaces at random *Grins* Is that all your gonna call me? *Pulls out the Ribbon, which he had turned into a lash* you whip the bubbles and they explode on impact, sending you sliding a few feet back but you stay on your feet. "Don't pick on me!" It yells, and you're finding it harder and harder to dodge the bubbles (Moves faster then it can keep up with and impales it's eye with his stick) It screams and the bubbles pop harmlessly. The tears from its eye manifest into attacks, then dissolve away as he does. you're in a room with three pillars, three buttons (red, green, and blue), and for the love of god more spikes *rips off one of the spikes and starts giving himself a sin mark, basically the Demonic equivalent of a tattoo* you step through the gap in the spikes and find another identical room, with a pile of moldsmalls bouncing happily and obliviously *grins and tackles one, ripping it to pieces* The other three rise up into Moldbyggs, thrashing their bodies and attempting to strike you like hammers *absorbs their life force by merely opening his mouth, at this point from beyond the fourth wall, though no one in universe seems to notice it, his skin gets more and more pale the more kills he makes, along with his hair growing and turning metallic silver very subtly, his teeth get sharper and more pointed, along with his nails * you walk on, and find yourself at another crossroad: straight ahead through brambles and bushes, or turn left where a bed of leaves forms a cross *he steps through the brambles* you find yourself on a balcony overlooking the ruins, it's breathtakingly beautiful (not that you care XD) you turn and spot the fake knife and grin, reaching for it, when a vine wraps around it. from behind you hear "Are you happy, you sick freak? is this what you were looking for?" flowey grimaces, blood dripping off one of his petals. "this isn't the first time i've watched a child wipe out monster kind, but never the way you're doing it. this is my warning: if you don't reset when you've finished having your fun... i ' l l s l a u g h t e r y o u . he pops back into the ground, and lets the knife go *smirks when he's gone* As if he can stop me... *picks up the knife and converts it into a Kukri, which is basically an Australian hunting knife, he then walks back and goes down the path untravelled* you hear toriel approaching. you realize you are still covered in dust and carrying the knife.