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mengyan · 3 years ago

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now i see in technicolour

OR, we always talk about julia’s favourite colour being red, but what about carmen’s favourite colour?

“Well,” Carmen laughs, a bit surprised from the question. “Apart from red, you mean?”

“Yeah,” you reply, curious. “Do you not have another?”

Carmen looks deep in thought, genuinely pondering it, then—

“It’s definitely not green, I can tell you that,” she snorts. You give her a pointed look, and she waves a hand dismissively, as if to say fine, I'll stop messing around.

Carmen takes a deep breath and straightens, and you watch as her eyes begin to shine.

“I suppose it depends,” she begins, starting to pace around the rooftop she dropped you both on. “I could give you a different answer every day, but ultimately…”

“I do love red. But not in the way you think, not just because it’s in my clothes and the coat and hat I wear every day. I like the softer shades, too, faded out so they’re almost pink but not quite, flushing the tips of ears or painting rosy cheeks. I like it in dark crimson, the near-black tone glimmering in the shape of a carved ruby, set on the center of a golden band. I like it in sunsets, blood-orange and melting into the moon, or tinting the skies on train rides to India.”

“Orange isn’t half-bad either,” she continues. “You can find it in the tangy-citrus sweetness dripping from the edges of a sinking misshapen pie, or when you’re riding on the back of a wagon to pick pumpkins from farm patches in the fall. It’s the colour of leaf piles that we build for Scarlett to jump into, and it’s the colour that blurs past my vision when she throws them at us in some made-up game. Our home glows orange in the winter, warm from the fireplace, and the flickering light is the most mesmerizing thing you’ve ever seen.”

“Yellow’s next in the rainbow, and while it isn’t my favourite, I still love it for its simplicity. It’s bright sunshine on summer days, melting the ice cubes in our freshly made lemonade. It’s the colour of royal crowns we prevent from being stolen, the light streaming through bell tower windows, or the colour of happy-faced emojis blowing virtual kisses when one of us has to arrive somewhere late. It’s in the corner of crayon drawings of family, depicting the sun and its rays, and they’re stuck with pride onto our kitchen fridge.”

“I already said I don’t like green,” Carmen says next, and you nod in understanding. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t respect it. It’s the colour of the dirt-grass stains on Scarlett's overalls when she has a field day at the playground- I told Jules we should’ve gotten black ones to hide them,” she chuckles.

“It’s the viridescent glow of Christmas lights purchased from Party City, strung around the tree at night, in a never-ending pattern of the shades of a traffic light. We all know that green also signals the meaning of “go”, and every time I see it on the street, I know I’m one block closer to home.”

Carmen pauses, and then she somehow gets brighter, her eyes crinkling at the corners in happiness as she introduces the next colour.

“Oh, we’re on blue,” she breathes, stopping her pacing and placing a hand on her heart. After a second or two, her right hand moves down to brush over her left hand, where a sapphire-embedded band of silver sits on her ring finger.

“Blue is... everything. It’s... God, I can’t even- blue is like magic, you know? It’s in the sky where we point out funny clouds or constellations from. It’s in gas-fueled fire on the stove where dinner is about to get spectacularly burned- by me, of course, Jules could never. Even Scarlett cooks better than me,” Carmen says fondly.

“It’s in plastic butterfly hairclips and off-key renditions of Cookie Monster sing-a-longs on YouTube that Scarlett is scarily obsessed with. It’s in the deep navy of suit jackets and thin-rimmed glasses, or when the light of a streetlamp hits a specific angle and it tinges the edges of short-trimmed hair.”

Carmen starts to rattle off more things one by one, all the while never losing the beam of her smile. “You can see cobalt in the ripped denim of cuffed jeans, cyan in the ridiculously tacky stuffed bloblike animal that Scarlett insists on calling her best friend, or cerulean in the salty sea of beaches when we go on vacation. Baby blue is in the hand-knit mittens we put on Scarlett when it snows, or there’s the smidge of Aegean lining the thread on the inside of her hat.”

“You’re making it sound like blue is your favourite colour by knowing all those shades,” you cut in, your tone teasing. Carmen just shrugs coyly as she answers.

“Maybe it is,” she says. “But like I said, they all are. I'd talk about black, grey, white- and all the shades of colours in between- if I could, but we’d be here for quite a while. Plus, I still have one more to go.”

“Right,” you hum. “Purple. Or indigo and violet, if you’re fancy.”

“Exactly. Have you ever been to Milan?” Carmen asks suddenly, but she doesn’t give you the time to respond, barreling onward. “Well, I attended a fashion week event there once for a caper, and that was the second time I saw Jules. The spotlights made the entire room bask in a haze of dreamy violet, which was the perfect vibe for a fashion showing, in my opinion. Anyway, I dragged her up on stage with me by the hand to help me with the caper, and she’d gone along with it, no questions asked. Then I put her in charge of things, and she’d gotten the gowns to safety with Zack and Ivy while I took care of the mind-controlled models.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You put her in charge of things during your second meeting?”

Carmen doesn’t even hesitate. “I always knew I could trust her.”

A beat of comfortable silence settles, before a phone that isn’t yours pings with a notification. Carmen clears her throat and looks at you, an apologetic expression on her face.

“Sorry, I have a date with my wife to catch,” she grins, firing off a text message back that no doubt consists of the virtual kisses she mentioned earlier. She turns to leave and throws a wink over her shoulder, getting ready to activate her glider.

“I hope I answered your question properly!” she shouts. “I trust you’ll find your own way home?”

You most definitely will end up getting lost, considering this is a rooftop in the middle of nowhere, but you don’t say that, content to just let Carmen go and see her wife and kid. “I have it handled.”

And so, with a smile and two finger salute, you watch the Crimson Ghost disappear into the night, leaving you with a rainbow kaleidoscope of answers and a full heart.

#my writing #not me tearing up at this bye i need therapy #carulia #julethief #carmen x julia #scarlett fankid belongs to indigo!#THIS IS 1086 WORDS I AM CONCERNED FOR MY WELLBEING #EDIT: ITS NOW 1160 WORDS AFTER EDITING.

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proudfreakmetarusonikku · 4 years ago

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anyway I need to go to bed but I have too much energy so I am channeling it into headcanons. here u go species headcanons for Everyone on the Dream smp with explanations because I’ve put a TON of thought into this. They’re probably like half contradicted by canon but fuck it My City Now.

Dream- A (juvenile) stage of being a god. He, DreamXD, and Drista have become known as “dreamons” but that’s technically a separate species, all spawned from them. He's not really focused on being worshipped in his own right, preferring power in the mortal realm, though he’s not averse to pretending to be his brother (the god worshipped by Church Prime) or his sister (a minor goddess of death worshipped by many hidden cults) if it can help him get power. He’s got pure white skin everywhere except his face (which is pale but human-like), black blood, entirely green eyes, pointed ears, fangs, claws, and digitigrade legs ending in hoof-like claws.

George- A human, the only human on the whole server. Humans are pretty rare, vastly outnumbered by hybrids but outnumbering any other species, and “pure” humans (what we'd consider to be a completely normal appearing human) are all but nonexistent. For example, George has eyes with dark sclera and white irises.

Sapnap- A blaze hybrid. He’s got a few rods surrounding him and his eyes blaze with fire. It’s usually just warm but not hot enough to hurt but if he's agitated or upset it can easily burn hot enough to set things ablaze.

Callahan- A reindeer hybrid. He’s got antlers, reindeer ears, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Awesamdude- A creeper hybrid. He's tauric, with four insect like legs. His skin and is green and mottled and has a texture similar to leaves. His eyes are pitch black. He has a tendency to make hissing sounds when stressed, though he can’t explode like a full blooded creeper.

Alyssa- A mouse hybrid, with large mouse ears and a long tail. This definitely isn’t an in joke for the thousands of hours I spent browsing TVTropes as a child and the “what happened to the mouse” tROPE SHUT UP.

Ponk- A demon hybrid, with pointed ears, slit pupils, a small spaded tail, and small horns.

BadBoyHalo- A full blooded demon, with pointed ears, a tall stature, pitch black skin and hair, fangs, claws, hooves, a long spaded tail, long horns, and small bat like wings. He’s rather self conscious about how intimidating he looks. He's also a lich (with Skeppy as his phylactery) which is why he has pure white eyes (a trait the undead share).

TommyInnit- An absolute mess, genetic wise, since I’m taking Tommy's joke about being born in a lab and running with it. He's mostly angel, and was basically cloned from Phil's DNA (from a feather that fell off his wings that somehow someone got a hold of) but had a bunch of other hybrid and human DNA mixed in to make him somewhat stable enough to actually survive gestation. He has very small, dark wings that are useful for balance and little else, fangs, claws, and pointed ears. His bones are very light, making him fragile but a lot more dexterous. His blood is slightly off a human's, being slightly pinkish. His freckles, wings, blood, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. Technically undead as of his resurrection, and maintains the many injuries of his death permanently (bruises stay and don’t heal but don’t worsen, broken limbs can be moved at unnatural angles, ect.), pale, corpse like skin, and one of his eyes turned pure white.

Tubbo- A ram hybrid, with small curved ram horns, horizontal pupils, ram ears, a tail, and hooves. Nice and simple after the absolute mess that was Tommy.

Fundy- A limited shapeshifter, able to change his species, though he prefers to be in a fox-like form. He inherited this from Sally, who had similar abilities, though with more strength. He's always got certain features he inherited from each parent that he can’t change though- wings, pale skin, and ice-like freckles from Wilbur, and salmon scales coating his wings and cheeks, and ginger-and-white hair from Sally.

Punz- A dragon hybrid, with dark horns, dark sclera and slit pupils, wings just large enough for limited flight, a strong tail, fangs, claws, and blue scales coating his cheeks, wings, tail, arms, and legs. Has a natural inclination to sleep in a pile of his wealth he only holds off on when he feels it’s at risk of being stolen (which, since this is the Dream SMP, is almost constantly).

Purpled- An enderman hybrid, with small horns, pointed ears, purple blood, and ender particles surrounding him. Parts of his arms and legs are covered in leathery, pure black skin.

Wilbur- Half angel, half fucking refrigerator because cc!Wilbur hates us (affectionate). His skin is unnaturally, icy pale, and his blood is an icy blue. His freckles are the colour of ice reflecting. He's got wings from his father, large enough to glide, but they’re pale coloured and slightly transparent. He has fangs claws, and pointy ears. His blood, wings, and eyes glow slightly and are patterned like the night sky. As Ghostbur, he’s got the injuries of his death apparent at all times, though they don’t hinder him or cause him pain, corpse like skin, pure white eyes, and is permanently transparent.

JSchlatt- A ram hybrid. He’s got large ram horns, dark sclera and horizontal pupils, a ram tail, fur around his arms, and hooves.

Skeppy- A construct made to be Bad's phylactery. He's fully made of diamond, and appears as a moving human statue (though entirely made out of diamond), though he has limited shape shifting ability to change his “hair” and “clothes”, though he has to remain the same mass. He has some small red detailing on him out of redstone (which was used partially in his contruction). The egg flipped the red and teal in his colour scheme. Also he's smalllllllllllll.

Eret- Part ghost, due to being descended from Herobrine. She has pure white eyes, pointy ears, and under stress he becomes partially transparent. They tend to hide their nonhuman features (ears under hair or hats and eyes under sunglassses) and are often mistaken for human.

Jack Manifold- Started as a wolf hybrid, with large wolf ears and a tail. After dying, he came back from hell as a hellhound with red and blue “flames” coming from his eyes, ears, and replacing his missing tail he lost in one of his deaths with two made of this fire. The fire is chillingly cold to the touch, and not warm. His eyes are also monocolour, though in heterochromatic red and blue instead of the usual pure white found in undead.

Niki- A moth hybrid, with antennae, monocolour amber eyes, fluffy wings, and more fluff around her neck, wrists, and torso. These and her hair are patterned gold and black, though as of now she’s dyed them all pink. Idk I just feel like moths fit her for some reason.

Quackity- A duck hybrid, with golden wings and webbed hands and feet. He’s also a shapeshifter of sorts, however instead of shifting into different forms he shifts into different beings, from alternate realities that never came to be. These can be used to shift into near identical copies of those around him, to impersonate them, or to shift into alternate versions of people (like Mexican Dream to Dream). These aren’t Quackity, though, and as such they have their own pool of canon lives, and while he has lots of influence over them they can still act autonomously.

Karl Jacobs- An inter dimensional being made of time itself. While his current form is mostly human, he has technicolour rainbow blood, freckles, and patches on his skin, along with clock-shaped pupils that change with the time. His “natural” form is a vaguely humanoid mess of ever shifting colour.

HBomb- I didn’t know what to do with him at first- he was a cow hybrid in my pfp set- but I just think the idea of him being a chill cat hybrid who turns full nyaa whenever he’s in a maid dress to be funny so he’s a cat hybrid now. With dyed-white cat ears and a dyed-white cat tail.

Technoblade- A piglin hybrid primarily, but he’s definitely got some weird traces of other species. He’s got tusks, pink hair, pink pig ears, a pig tail, and hooves, but he’s also got paws from some other animal hybridisation in his blood, and has a tallness that suggests demon blood somewhere down the line. His red eyes aren’t natural, and only occurred after he was sacrificed to be the vessel of the Blood God.

Antfrost- A cat hybrid, with blond and brown fur, a cat tail, paws both on his hands and feet, and cat ears. He’s also got split pupils and blue sclerae (though a different shade to his irises).

Philza- An angel- the creation of a god or goddess to help serve them (Dreamon's would be an example of the angels the Dream's can create, though they’re primarily running wild nowadays.) The creation and servant of one of the gods of death, Kristen, to serve her in the mortal realm. He’s got very large feathered dark wings, pupilless unnaturally bright eyes, pointy ears, fangs, claws, and dark blood the colour of the night sky. His wings, eyes, freckles and blood glow brightly and are patterned like the night sky. Injuries reveal that he's fully inhuman under his skin, appearing to be a void of colour that also glows and is patterned like the night sky. His crows, who are messengers from the afterlife, have this same pattern on their feathers.

Conner- I don’t know much about him tbh but. He’s just a hedgehog hybrid. I mean he’s joked enough about canonically being the kid of Sonic and Elise. He’s got blue hedgehog ears and a tail, and blue spines mixed in with his dark hair.

Captain Puffy- A sheep hybrid, with small curled sheep horns, sheep ears, a fluffy sheep tail, hooves, and hair curly and soft like wool. The split in her hair between brown and white is natural, though she keeps a small section dyed rainbow.

Vikkstar- Another angel, though of a god long gone. His entire body, even his “clothes” (which are made of flesh) glow intensely bright and have the pattern of the night sky.

LazarBeam- A gingerbread hybrid, which I’d say is dumb but we’ve already had a refrigerator hybrid so. I don’t know what else to say here.

Ranboo- Half enderman, half god of some sort. Has small horns, pointy ears, an inhumanly wide mouth with fangs, claws, digitigrade feet ending in hoof-like claws, pure black and white skin, pure black and white hair and freckles on the opposite side of the skin, red and green heterochromatic eyes barely distinguishable from their sclera, and red and green blood. Hmm, I wonder what other character shares similar descriptions... :)

FoolishG- A more matured god than Dream. Appears to be made entirely out of gold, with his hair and freckles appearing like copper. His pure green eyes have a similar texture to emeralds. Also he’s like. Massive. He’s like eleven Skeppy's.

Hannah- A nymph of the forests. Has prehensile vines and flowers flowing in her hair all the way to the ground, and half of her face and one of her arms are entirely made of these prehensile vines and flowers. Makes flowers grow in her step, after being corrupted by the egg they wither around her instead.

Charlie- Slime hybrid. Honestly just kind of got the most impractical parts of being a hybrid, having random sections of skin changed into green slime which drips everywhere and kind of gets in the way. It doesn’t seem to bother him though.

#my headcanons #making that a tab cause this was fun to write #dream smp #dsmp #dream smp headcanons #dsmp headcanons #dsmp species #dream smp species #the whole dsmp cast #literally all of them #excluding npcs #but including Mexican dream and Drista technically!#under a read more because LONG #i wasn’t joking when I said I did everyone

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cutesycadaver · 4 years ago

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Pellets

And now my creepypasta parody of Cupcakes (Mlp)

Content warning/violence, torture, Cannibalism, death, twists

After their plan had blown up in their faces, Brain was ready to collapse. He was lying on their sponge bed while Pinky was messing around on a lab computer. “Brain, come look!” He called, He begrudgingly got up from their bed, feeling quite sore. “What is it Pinky?” Brain grumbled “I found this video Reading Cupcakes (creepypasta) it’s about Pinkie Pie! Though cupcakes and haunted spaghetti sounds strange.” Brain looked at the screen, the video showed a cupcake with rainbow frosting “How do you know it’s about Ms. Pie?” Brain already knew Pinky was amazed by the horse he shared a name with but the video didn’t seem to directly state anything regarding her. “Oh, She was on the front but her mane was really straight and flat and her eyes were so small, poit.” Brain was growing suspicious “Pinky don’t you believe this seems...sketchy.” “Maybe but it’s Pinkie, It’s gotta be fun fun silly willy! Let’s watch it together!” Brain was hesitant “Alright” he mainly wanted to be there to turn off if (more like when) it turned sour.

At first it seemed like Pinkie Pie came seeking Rainbow Dash wanting some help making cupcakes, but took a gruesome turn. The problem being both mice were entranced and couldn’t get themselves to stop the video before it was too late. When the video finally ended there was a minute of absolutely nothing. They had wrapped themselves tightly together, both shaking. “B-Brain?” Pinky stuttered, shattering the deafening silence. “Yes, Pinky” Both mice sounded rather dreary “I-I’m s-scared” “I know you are.” Brain couldn’t get himself to admit he was too. “We should get to bed regardless.” The smaller mouse trying to regain his typical demeanor. He broke away from the embrace quickly, standing up. “O-ok, I mean ok, narf” Pinky attempted the same though his narf was far less enthusiastic than it typically was.

The two curled up next to each other, far closer than normal. “Pinkie isn’t really like that is she?” Pinky asked genuinely “Of course not, Pinky, it was just a story. You know Ms. Pie is just like you.” Brain rubbed his companion’s arm in an attempt to comfort him. “Just like me?” “Yes.” Suddenly the fatigue he felt earlier hit him like a truck. “We should sleep Pinky” he yawned “Ok Brain” he sheepishly grinned. Brain’s eyes slipped shut, his last sight was his still quite awake cagemate, seemingly content though.

Brain awoke with a start, though the cage was still quite dark. Now that he thought about it, was he in the cage? He seemed to be suspended upright in the air by ropes tied to his wrists and ankles. His heart began to race, What was happening? Where was he? “Pinky?” He called out, concern flooding his tone. “Oh, you’re awake sleepy head!” A familiar cockney accent giggled calmly “Pinky, you’re ok! Where are we? What’s happening?” Brain couldn’t see anything but Pinky was near, that was good “This is my workshop you silly goose. And your number came up, you get to join the party!” Workshop? Number? Party? Before Brain could voice any of his inquiries the lights flickered on. His eyes couldn’t believe it. There were tables with various painted mouse skulls as centerpieces. Balloons made of livers and kidneys and stomachs were all around . Streamers of intestines lined the top of the walls of the gritty basement Brain was in. “Welcome to the Party, isn’t it fun fun silly willy that I finally get to work with a friend!” Pinky appeared in front of him, donning a fur coat made of squares of, all too familiar, whites, grays and browns. “P-Pinky cease this foolishness at once.” Because that’s all it was, an elaborate prank, a stupid joke. “But I can’t Brain, it’s my job. And a job is a job is a job and I gotta do it, troz.” “What job?” “To turn you into food pellets, Brain.” He paused “Pinky this isn’t funny!” Brain shouted struggling against the restraints. “Well cause it’s not a joke Brain.” Pinky giggled. As Brain moved trying to free himself, he caught eye of a table with various tools typically used by the surgical scientists. It wasn’t a joke.

“Pinky, I-I’m sorry. I-I’ll be better, no more bad names, we’ll play the games that you like...every other night. We’re friends, Pinky, you can’t do this.” He pleaded, whatever would make him change his mind, anything “Brain, I already told you it’s my job” no no he needed more “Pinky I...I” he needed to force the words out, his life did depend on it “Pinky I love you! I always have, please, let me go, I’ll keep quiet, I’ll love you forever. No one will know I promise.” Pinky stood in shock for a moment, then lovingly looked at him “Oh, Brain!” He swooned, he came closer. Brain crashed their lips together in a hopeful deep kiss. “Zounds, Brain! I’ve never gotten a goodbye kiss before. Oh, Thank you it was so sweet. This batch is sure to be good.” Pinky pulled away seeming giddy but Brain’s hope died as his friend spoke. “Pinky...but…” “Aren’t you a smarty Brain, I told you it’s my job, zort.” His gleefully expression drooped. “I don’t make the rules, Brain. I really wish I did but your number came up and those are the rules.” Pinky shrugged “Pinky…” Brain started not entirely sure what he would say “Wait Brain, I just remembered something.” Pinky ran off to another part of the room. Brain’s immediate thought was to think to escape but then if he did what would he do, to hide from Pinky, with the knowledge of this, to cope, with his life.

Pinky was back as soon as he left, hiding his hands behind his back. “Brain guess who’s here to see you?” Pinky asked gleefully, Brain stayed in silent confusion raising an eyebrow “Hey Brain, it’s me Snowball, let’s ditch the dummy and take over the world together.” Pinky said in a poor impression of the hamster. He waved around a skull reminiscent of Brain’s own head. Brain gasped, he and Snowball were enemies but the knowledge he was dead made him sick. “I know he didn’t have a number like everyone else” blue eyes stared into the empty sockets “but when would I be able to try hamster meat again. I remember you liked them, said they were slightly more salty. Troz” Brain remembered the taste so vividly now in utter disgust. At the time the fact that the food pellets seemed to change two days after he defeated Snowball didn’t mean anything. Now it meant everything. This dawned the revelation that he was eating mice on the regular. Nausea took over his senses, Brain wanted to pass out.

Pinky studied the look on Brain’s face, then seemed to snap his attention to the table of tools. “Oh, Brain, We’re getting behind, we should get started.” Brain swallowed hard, he wanted to voice more pleas for escape but couldn’t force the words out. Pinky picked up a scalpel “I should get your fur patch first so it does get all icky and red, narf!” The tick that usually gave Brain mild irritation or silent bliss now sent puncturing fear and disbelief through his veins. Pinky went to his back and, with the scalpel, lightly cut a heart. When he got to be about the full size of his back, he placed the scalpel where he started, pressing further into the flesh. “Nyaaaaaa!” Brain writhed, the cold blade sliced through his back. Pinky traced the heart carefully, cleanly cutting the skin. Blood started to run down from the bottom of the heart. Brain instinctively struggled against the searing pain. “Brain, stop moving, I’ll mess up the cut.” Pinky complained, Brain forced his body to comply, with the hope Pinky might spare him with mild injuries if he behaved. Taking deep breaths to try to slow his heart, even though he knew it wouldn’t do much. Pinky had completely traced his work, setting the scalpel down, he placed a hand at the top of the heart and slowly peeled the flesh from his friend’s back. Brain stiffened, eyes widened, he let out a small squeaky cry, a single tear rolling slowly down his cheek. He forced his eyes closed to prevent more tears. Pinky eyed his work, satisfied with how it came out. He walked around to face Brain and show him the pelt. “Oh Brain it’s perfect! I made yours special, it’s heart shaped. I usually make them squares.” As Brain tried to open his eyes a wave of agony washed over him as the air pushed against the open wound.

Pinky went to place the pelt somewhere else in the room. Brain steadied his breaths trying to ignore the pain. He realized just how out of control of the situation he really was. He pondered the irony of his demise. It was almost funny. Almost. “ I’m back, zort” Pinky greeted, his usual cheery tone felt foreign in Brain’s ears. The lanky mouse went over to the tools, grabbing a simple kitchen knife. “Now for your ziggy-zaggy tail.” Pinky went behind Brain, wrapping a hand directly under the first bend. The contact would be sensual if not for what Brain knew what was coming. Pinky slammed the blade down, creating a red slit at the base of his friend’s tail. Brain writhed as the agony jolted through him. Pinky took a couple more strikes. Lingering on a third to slide the knife through the cut, as he wasn’t making progress. Brain let his tears flow freely, he quite literally had nothing left to lose. Pinky struck the tail again, it did nothing. “Guess I forget to sharpen it.” Pinky dropped the knife on the table. He picked up a hack-saw “Brain, why do they call it a hack-saw, it doesn’t hack, that’s what I was doing with the knife, it’s a saw poit.” Pinky giggled, Brain quietly sobbed. Pinky grabbed the tail again “Pinky?” Brain sniffled “Yes Brain” “I want to go home.” This was pathetic, he was pathetic and he wanted to be alone. “I feel like that sometimes too but I gotta finish a job zort.” He placed the saw in the cut “Oh, Like how we do with your plans, we never really finish but we get as far as we can before we fail.” Pinky pushed the saw, cutting through the flesh. “You know, Brain, I don’t usually keep the tails, but yours is just so special I had to!” Pinky giggled but soon the sound of grinding flesh and bone was the only sound that filled Brain’s ears. Pinky sawed through the appendage until it was only attached by a bit of flesh “Hey Brain, think fast poit!” He didn’t have time to register what Pinky said before his tail was ripped away from his body peeling a long strip of skin from his back with it. Brain couldn’t handle the pain slowly passing out as it surged through him.

Brain felt a small pinch before awareness filled his head. “It’s very rude to fall asleep when your friend is hanging out with you, you know.” Pinky reprimanded “I mean what I fell asleep in the middle of a plan, ‘Sorry Brain, you’re just sooooooooooo boring.’” Brain looked up about to make his own snarky remark before noticing Pinky was chewing on something, flashing a curious look. The lanky mouse took notice. “I needed to try some so I took a sample from your leg. Want some?” Pinky shoved a small piece of meat into the shorter mouse’s mouth. Brain spit out the chunk of his own flesh. He shuddered at the fact it tasted good. “You could have just said no, it’s not like you haven’t eaten the food pellets before.” Pinky said surprisingly curtly. “Ahhhhhh!” Brain finally felt the wound on his thigh, for where the “sample” had been taken. He started to sob as he fully remembered the earlier events. Pinky started to laugh “You really should have seen this coming Brain, it says I’m insane in the intro.” Brain’s expression twisted into a scowl. “Oh you’re cute when you’re angry but for falling asleep, I’ve got a surprise.” Pinky walked away leaving Brain very confused.

He came back with a nail gun. “Pinky...what are you doing?” Brain said, faking his sternness and attempting to swallow his fear. “You’ll see!” Pinky giggled, turning on the power tool. He knelt down to be eye level with Brain feet. He struggled against the restraints once again. “Pinky!” He reprimanded, he was ignored, the nail gun pressed against his left foot. Brain’s heart sped up, his breath hitched, his fear became known once more. “Please...don’t…” he whimpered weakly, he was ignored again, a nail shot through his foot. “Ahhhhhhhhhh!” The immediate pain of the puncture registered first but it was soon realized that the nail was burning the flesh surrounding it. He was using heated nails. Boiling blood ran off his foot and onto the rope that held it in place. Pinky went to the other foot as Brain writhed. The second nail went in, cauterizing the wound it formed. Fresh tears spilled fast and freely as another scream could be heard, Pinky giggled. He walked away, probably to go get something. Brain heard Pinky’s sadistic laughs, wondering if this really was the adorable goofball he fell in love with.

Pinky walked back towards him, heading towards something behind his tool table, a bundle of wires in hand. Brain couldn’t quite see what he was doing but Pinky appeared to be attaching the wires to something. He walked back in front of him, holding the ends of two wires. “Oh Brain I think you’ll find this next one quite shocking, narf!” he laughed “Pinky please, I’m sorry you...you don’t have to do this.” He pleaded softly, the nails still deliriously painful “You shouldn’t have been such a sleepy head Brain.” Pinky’s tone was casual “Don’t you bop me when I do something stupid?” “I-I thought you liked the bops?” “Oh I do Brain! They feel funny and make me get all…gooshy!” Pinky giggled, his eyes going half lidded and a bit of drool dripping from his mouth. “Don’t you love me, Pinky?” The mouse in question blinked out of his lovesicktrance “Well of course Brain, you’re my best friend!” Pinky hugged him, making all his wounds sting, including the one in his heart “Than why…” “Because! It’s! My! Job! And these are the rules. I know you don’t always get it when I say silly things but this isn’t silly. You tell me I gotta do my job and do it right all the time!” Pinky seemed to grow very angry on a dime, tying the wires to the nails “If you really loved me you wouldn’t do this!” Brain shouted, more pain than actual anger. Pinky walked over to where he before “You need to calm down Brain this might help.” A mischievous gleam in his eyes, he pulled a lever. Suddenly a strong electrical current coursed through Brain’s entire body. His muscles tensed, the pain unbearable and unchanging, the screaming uncontrollable and straining. Brain finally felt his body lost consciousness even though he tried to force himself through theare pain.

Another needle pinch in his abdomen before the awareness and trepidation came flooding back. “I’M SORRY! Pinky, I’m sorry.” Tears filled his eyes, wishing for mercy “Hush, It’s time for the harvest, this part’s my favorite, narf!” Pinky took a scalpel and pressed it deep into Brain’s sternum. The blood trailing down either side of his chest. He pulled the scalpel down his stomach. Pinky giggled at Brain’s screams. Peeling open the flesh to reveal the organs underneath. “Now to separate the good stuff from the bad stuff this is so fun fun silly willy! Like your plans, oh your plans. I’m sorry Brain you never got your world, didn’t you?” The sentiment sounded sincere yet demeaning “Pinky…” teary eyes looked into a sea of horrible sadistic beauty “Pinky you are my world.” Brain said in true defeat. He supposed it made sense that his world would end him. “Oh Brain, you stole my heart.” Pinky looked at his surgical work. He recklessly shoved his arm into his lover's ribs and pulled the aforementioned organ from Brain’s writhing body. “Now I stole yours ha ha ha narf!” With one last breath Brain’s eyes slipped shut.

Brain awoke a start, in bed, he was in bed. Brain was back in the cage, it was morning. He looked beside him, Pinky wasn’t there. “Pinky? PINKY!” panic filled his voice. “You’re awake! Brain? Are you ok?” “Y-you strapped me to a table! I-in a basement with dead mice everywhere! A-and you turned me into food pellets!” He spoke frantically “Brain that’s Rocket to Insanity silly.” “Huh?” “Rocket to Insanity, that’s the one where Rainbow Dash dreamed up Cupcakes and then goes to Pinkie and stabby-stabs her. Wait, you’re

not gonna stab me are you, Brain?” The smaller mouse looked at his friend in relief then processed his question. Without another moment his lips were locked with Pinky’s. “So that’s a no?” “I would never stab you, Pinky.” He stated gently “And you’re an idiot for ever thinking I would.” Brain quipped “There’s my Brain!” Pinky hugged him “I love you Pinky.” If that dream made anything clear it’s that those words needed to be said. “Really Brain?” Blue eyes gleamed hopeful “Yes, Pinky, really.” Pinky pressed their lips together. “I love you too.”

#pinky and the brain #patb #animaniacs #pinky x brain #brinky #mlp #my little pony friendship is magic #pinkamina diane pie

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mother-snake · 4 years ago

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🎶Guess whos back🎶 🎶back again🎶

It's me! With more Janus angst! Well, more fluff then anything... It's fluff (did you really think we could pass the 4 year anniversary of sanders sides and I wouldn't send something in?)

So!! The sides are having a huge party to celebrate 4 years. The living room is decked in all the colours of the rainbow. A mixture of all the sides music are playing through the speakers and all their favourite foods are set up. Everyone is in the living room, talking and dancing mostly but Virgil did climb on top of the fridge when Roman took out glitter. Well, everyone is in the living room except for a certain snake like side.

Janus didn't join the party. Hes still in his room in the mindscape. Not from lack of effort from the others. They knocked on his door for half an hour straight with no answer. So they just accept that Janus is going to miss this year.

At least all accept Patton.

Patton snatched Remus from the party and made him lock pick the door open. Patton opened the door slowly -so that if Jan was sleeping it wouldn't disturb him. Patton felt his heart drop when he saw the yellow side's room.

The walls were covered with scuffs and tears in the Victorian wallpaper, almost all the furniture was flipped and destroyed -burns coating some of the edges, Janus' prized record player was smashed to pieces and all of the light bulbs were shattered. Stuttering out a soft curse (holy smokes, fudge, sugar honey ice tea, etc) Patton summoned the others.

Instant chaos. Virgil immediately goes to "oh my god, Janus is dead. I need to pick up a larger work load. Thomas is never going to be able to lie again. Patton is trying to hold back tears and calm down Virgil Logan is looking throughout the room, deducing that there was a massive struggle, some things are burned but only in concentrated places and there is a small pool of blood by some shattered glass. The twins say that they feel some magic from the imagination in the room. The sides decide to follow the clues and go to the imagination to see if they can find anything else.

Luckily for them! The imagination works with a different time! 24 hours in the imagination is one hour irl. So they should be back for the party!!

When they enter the imagination the first thing they see is a bowler hat that is stained with blood and a set of foot prints. They follow it as well with picking up the hat.

Logan notices that the corner is burned and the blood is fresh -still wet and it hasn't darkened yet-

While walking they pay close attention to their surroundings and chat about what movies they want to watch when they get back to the party. The footprints are becoming scarce so they follow the occasional droplet of blood and torn piece of clothing.

They walk for hours with only the birds and setting sun to keep them company. They decide to stop and rest for the night when Logan almost falls in a hole that was hidden by the lack of light. Roman summons a few sleeping bags and sets up a fire while Virgil takes first watch. Switching throughout the night.

The next day continues more or less like it did the day before. Walking and talking.

This time ,after crossing a river, they find a yellow glove soaked in blood, some scales stuck on the fabric. If their hurry wasn't there before it was now. They quicken their pace even more. Leaving the forest they were in and moving into some plains, they thought they heard distant shouting.

"don't let me right now you monster!"

"you have no idea what I'm not capable of when I'm mad!"

"Sooner or later the others won't catch up with you!!"

All with the S' slurred and sarcastic tone that they knew oh so well. They walked up a hill to see Janus tied to a pyre, blond curls a mess and matted with dried blood, clothes torn and some scales torn off. They looked to the insane bastard that thought kidnapping the snake was a good idea to see not just one bastard. But over 30 bastards!!

Janus got kidnapped by a cult.

The cult was very stereotypical; black cloaks, a few sacrificed goats and white porcelain masks with painted scales on their face -wait a sec... Scales? Yes scales. Deceit has a cult devoted to him- and thats when it clicks for them. They want to sacrifice Janus to appease Deceit. This cult doesn't know that Janus IS Deceit. The sides face palmed when they realized how dumb these cultists are.

The cultists seem really annoyed with Janus' complaining so they gag him all while he was yelling at how he was going to skin these fucking people alive to make a skin suit -Remus was proud- but sadly. Threats don't mean much if you're tied to a pole and about to be set on fire. The people continue to prepare the dumbest sacrifice ever while the others try to figure out how to free Janus.

Virgil looks closer at the items the cultists have laid out. A spider corpse, an octopus tentacle, a bulls horn, a cats eye and a few crow feathers... This wasn't a Janus cult. This was a Dark Side cult. Virgil let out a heavy sigh and told the others his plan.

Remus and Virgil turned into their dark forms. Spider legs coming out of Virgil's back along with six more eyes sprouted, his hair also turned purple. Remus had oozing green tentacles rip from his back and his skin took a sickening green tinge, his white hair stripe also turned neon green. They teleported behind the cultists and let out animalistic growls.

The cult turned around to see the people they worshipped having a pissed off expression on their face and instantly knew they fucked up. They fell to their knees and begged for mercy all while Virgil chewed them out for kidnapping the actual Deceit -thats when that threat of a skin suit really sunk in- and how creepy it was to try to burn someone alive and to at least have some class when sacrificing someone- that went on for a while.

The other three snuck behind the cult and untied Janus, the second they untied his hands Janus ripped off the gag and turned into his dark form.

He grew six arms and his eyes glowed with a intense yellow. Golden snakes wrapped around his arms and then he let out a low hiss.

Janus sent the snakes to tie the cultists arms behind their backs and stepped down from the pyre. To be honest; every side there thought that Janus was going to murder 30 people and actually skin them, but that is NOT WHAT HAPPENNED!!!

No one expected Janus to yell at them like a disappointed mother for 2 hours straight and keep their mouths shut with his powers.

"-AND NOT ANOTHER THING! If you ignorant self centered pricks ever, and I don't mean ever, lay a single hand on another side again. YOU WILL ALL BE BURNED AT THE FUCKING STAKE!-" he went on for a while...

The ironic thing was that Janus was the youngest side so this was equal to hearing your toddler threaten arson.

After Janus was done he turned around and snatched his glove from the nearby table and changed back to his normal form all while mumbling about "some insane crazy assholes who fucking kidnapped me in the middle of scale care, fucking pricks." The other sides just followed him. Virgil and Remus changing back as they quickly caught up with Janus.

Remus could not stop laughing, Virgil was shocked that Janus could be a disappointed mother without having children, Roman was just amazed by the fact that the snake was still standing after some of those injuries. Patton wanted to give him a hug.... Ok multiple hugs... Fine he wanted to snuggle. And Logan? Logan just wanted to know more about the dark forms.

The walk was quicker back then it was to rescue the snake all while listening to Janus complaining that the pricks broke his record player and that they had the bloody AUDACITY to kidnap him! All they could think about was when Thomas called Janus the main mean girl and that they couldnt even deny it anymore.

When they made it back they patched up Janus and let him take a shower before sinking back out to join Thomas, who was just watching the office for the millionth time (pick another show sanders, I beg of you) he did perk back up when he realized that the sides were back. Then he saw the pissed off look on Janus' face... and he asked what was wrong. That set JanJan Binks off again as the others were getting a bit tired of hearing this again for the fifth time that day. So like how you distract a child.

They put on 'Chicago, the musical' and let the songs of Roxie Hart distract the snake. It worked, he shut up real quick!

The sides vowed to never let Janus get kidnapped ever again because that was.... An experience, that they DO NOT want to do again!

Thankfully the rest of the day went off well.

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And that was an idea from 1am from someone who should be asleep! I was gonna make this angsty but all I could imagine was a pissed of Janus yelling at 30 adults.

I doubt you would want to use this but feel free! I hope this is as funny as my sleep deprived brain thinks it is!

(I'm sorry for any typos, it is very late)

(I got it! Just forgot to post it yesterday ^-^')

One, Yes. I love it. The beautiful angst... And ferral janus is something I absolutely die for.

(would say more but my brain has short circuited and I'm in boi, strict teach... But I'll put more later!)

#Tw blood #virgil sanders #thomas sanders #roman sanders #janus sanders #Roman sanders #Remus sanders #Patton sanders #logan sanders #tw kidnapping

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appleflavoredkitkats · 3 years ago

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THANK YOU AAAAAAAAAAA I GET REALLY NERVOUS ABOUT COMPLIMENTING PEOPLE SO ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

ALSO IM SORRY BUT I PHYSICALLY CANT STOP APOLOGIZING ITS JUST HOW I BE

ANYWAY I HAVE HAD MORE THOUGHTS SO IMMA CONTINUE

Hannah-

OH THIS LOOKS SICK... I love the almost body-horrorish rose coming out of her eye, it adds a lot of uniqueness to her design! The colours are also just so lovely, with the soft reds and pinks. She definitely gives off 'cute but will kill you' vibes, I love it. 10/10 would let her murder me

Puffy-

SWIRLS! Oh i love the hair in this one, the rainbow is beautiful! Also you just. Draw pirate outfits SO WELL. Like hot damn. Lemme save this to my art references real quick. Also i know I mention the colours a lot but the dusky red-pink? Stunning. She looks so confident too! 10/10 would also let her murder me (I'm a simple woman okay)

Purpled-

ALIEN BOY! Oooo I love the little star halo so much, it looks so pretty and really adds to his design. Also, light up sketchers... your boy be stylin. 10/10 looks like he'd tell me arcane secrets behind a servo, drink an entire grape fanta, then lift into the air slowly while the X-files theme plays and disappear. He also kinda looks like he's absolutely blasted on somethin but i don't know what. Love he.

Ponk-

Ohhhh i love this one too! I love the stripes on his doctors coat, they bring his design together so well. And the little details? Superb. I swear to god you just keep knocking me away with how much thought you put into your character designs. His little cat patch... and the potion... and his little mushroom..! The idea of a Nether-themed Ponk is so cool... art inspo time OwO? 10/10 i would trust him to give me heart surgery (he's already stolen it <3)

Callahan-

Yooo! I dont often see unique designs/ideas for callahan, but this is so cool. The idea of Callahan just being like... a casual god is so funny. Like he's got complete power over the servers code but he's doing it on monster, doritos, and spite. The hoverboard is also rad. 10/10 probably gets chip crumbs in the DSMP code

Alyssa-

Another character i don't see much of, but I love what you've done with her! You are so right, the outfits looks super cool, and I love the trenchcoat. 10/10 kinda gives me anime character vibes? But like in the 'secondary character that everyone likes more than the protag vibes.' Silent badass.

Hbomb-

You have truly done him justice... The blues and the beiges complement so well, and his outfit in general is just so cute. And his cat shoes..! He's even got a little heart in his tail, that's adorable. 10/10 I would kill and die for him. I love him so much.

Foolish-

Kronk vibes, definitely. And sableeye is one of my fav pokemon so seeing a design partially inspired by him was like :o! Himbo rights, and i love his shark cloak, its so cute. 10/10 Would also kill and die for him. I am officially part of the Hbomb and Foolish protection gang. (Of one)

Anyway there is batch two of love! Still absolutely going strong, I could talk about how much I love your art for days, You have given me positive reinforcement and now I will fill your inbox with rambling, sorry not sorry<3 I hope you have a good day/night!

YOU. IM SO SORRY I RESPONDED TO THIS LATE BUT, AAA GOD U MAKE ME SO FLATTERED O//O THANK YOU SO MUCH :DDD UR TOO SWEET

#asks #long post

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ebottcatacombs · 5 years ago

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Skele Styles

UT Papyrus: Leather jacket with flames, t-shirts with funny sayings, loose crop tops, muscle shirts. Jeans with no rips (he has a Thing about rips. they irk him) belts with skull buckles, fingerless leather gloves. Knee length skirts he can move in, hip-hugging shorts, combat boots, red high tops. Prefers deep vivid colors. Always wears his red scarf.

UT Sans: T-shirt dresses, fuzzy socks, crocs, big sweaters, t-shirts with puns. Sweatpants, sometimes with weird patterns. His jacket, of course, but likes anything with a hood. Not much of a sense of style, to be honest. Will usually color-coordinate with Papyrus for social gatherings, or straight up let Papyrus pick his outfit.

US Sans: Bomber jackets with patches. His blue bandana, or any of the other colored ones he has. Denim vests, also with patches. Biker gloves. Lots of layered clothing. Steel-toed boots. Flouncy skirts with shorts underneath so he doesn’t flash anyone when he kicks ass. Occasional pastels and cute pins and buttons when he’s in the mood.

US Papyrus: Super soft hoodie dresses, or his hoodie and a simple skirt. Flowing, light skirts, loose blouses. So many beanies. Sun hats. Soft pajama jeans or joggers. Sneakers, sandals, or crocs, cruggs if he wants to be silly. Dresses must have pockets. Has a collection of mesh sashes and shawls. Earth tones.

UF Sans: Muscle shirts or thick t-shirts, wool sweaters, thick turtlenecks. Basketball shorts for casual wear. Black pants or faded jeans. Insulated, water-proof shoes. His jacket and collar of course, he also like gold rings and necklaces. When he gets the chance to be fancy he prefers velvety textures and jewel tones. He also has brass knuckles that he absolutely Does Not need.

UF Papyrus: Studded leather jacket or leather vest. Black skinny jeans, spiky belt with skull buckle, rings that tear you the fuck up if he punches you. Boots with chains and leather gloves. Loves leather pants, fishnets, boots with heels, short skirts. Usually black with his scarf and some red accessories for a pop of color. Leans toward Victorian goth when he needs to be fancy. Has a variety of garter belts so he can keep a knife strapped to his thigh. Barely uses the knife, just likes the aesthetic.

SF Sans: Chic goth or just dark clothes. Blacks, blues, wines, and purples. Likes those short dresses with the long sleeves that curtain out. Will wear long skirts and bell sleeves, but only with his top hat and lacy shawl (like Stevie Nicks). Black jeans, band t-shirts, or plain button-ups for more relaxed occasions. Dress shoes or boots, either will be shined to perfection. Long lavalier necklaces, floral patterns for suits or dressy outfits. Has a small collection of cravats with the delta rune embroidered on them, but prefers the plum colored one as it was his first.

SF Papyrus: Long-tailed coats, layered skirts, high-low skirts, layers of sashes and shawls. He has a navy blue cloak he wears when it’s especially cold, though he can’t remember where he got it. An absolute slut for knit shawls and knit fingerless gloves. He hates being cold, so he often wears fleece hats with the strings and little pom poms on top. Fur-lined boots, patterned stockings. Dark shades or black to match Sans. Not much for jewelry, but always has his collar on.

HT Sans: Not into fashion, wears whatever is comfortable. He does like soft overalls and corduroy, as well as wool socks. Always wearing some sort of jacket, though he prefers his old blue one. Papyrus fixed it up with cute quilt patches. Will wear sun hats or beanies out. Let’s Papyrus paint his face, pick his outfit, etc. whenever he wants. Papyrus likes to put him in cute cottage core outfits and paint little flowers on his face. Likes thick brown work boots for outside and slippers for inside. Doesn’t like to be barefoot.

HT Papyrus: FASHIONISTA SUPREME! He prefers pastel punk and goth lolita styles, and he makes his own outfits most of the time. Frills, bouncy skirts, bonnets. Pink leather jacket, combat boots, ripped fishnets. Has fishnets in every color, as well as rainbow. Likes to experiment with different styles, like fairy kei and decora. Also a master of makeup and facepaint. Loves glitter. Still wears his signature scarf, mended with colorful patches and cute pins. Loves to dress up Sans, especially when his brother is feeling not-so-good about his appearance. Also, rainbow braces.

#undertale headcanons #ut sans #ut papyrus #us sans #us papyrus #uf sans #uf papyrus #sf sans #sf papyrus #ht sans #ht papyrus #long post

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macybeckham7 · 5 years ago

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Fluff Alphabet - Ben Chilwell

A- Attractive

He thinks you are the full package, he thinks you are a complete worldie, no other girl coming close to you.

B- Baby

You are both young, but you can both see yourself starting a family with eachother, but right now you are enjoying your lives. And getting the practice in for the baby making in the future.

C- Cuddle

Ben is a big cuddler, he loves being in your arms, whether it’s you laying on top of him or him squashing you laying on you. He loves wrapping an arm around you and engulfing you, not letting up until you cuddle him back.

D- Dates

You both aren’t big date fans, but when you do make an effort it’s always something that brings the competitive side of you both and always having bets, which the loser has to do.

E- Everything

‘You are my rainbow’ when he is going through a tough patch, or a bad day you are always there for him at the end of the day. Bringing some colour and some light to help him through and get back on the path.

F- Feelings

When he realised he didn’t care about anything else, he found himself counting down the hours until he gets to see you. Feeling lost when he’s not by your side, it scaring him how much he’s fallen for you so quickly.

G- Gentle

He was the biggest softie, always giving you a gentle lingering touch making sure you are alright. Bringing you into him and engulfing you in a gentle hug, and a tender kiss which always manages to clear your troubles away.

H- Hand

In one way or another Ben always has his hands on you, whether it’s when you snuggle on the sofa and his hands get lost in your hair. Or when you are sat next to each other his hand always find themselves on your thigh. Neither of you are big hand holders but he always grabs ahold of one and shoves it in his coat pocket on cold days. He just loves his hands on you in one form or another.

I- Impression

When he first met you, he couldn’t help but realise how different you were from the other girls. You weren’t afraid to make a fool of yourself and you went with the flow. He finding himself intoxicated with you, hanging onto every single word.

J- Joker

You are always joking, many inside jokes that you mutter to eachother making you both howl with laughter, leaving anyone around you completely dumbfounded about what was funny. Neither of you are big about pranks but you are both willing to do something stupid to make the other laugh.

K- Kisses

He loves peppering kisses over your face watching you squirm underneath him as you try to get away from him. He is always craving your lips, getting needy when he knows you are leaving he tries to squeeze in as many as possible.

L- Love

You are both shy to say it first, you both stepping around the word ‘love’ but telling you both how much you adored each other. But now you both are comfortable saying it, you both bicker about who was the one who said it first. You both telling eachother that you were the romantic one in the relationship.

M- Memories

Last summer, the two of you travelled a lot and made a lot of memories. You went on a few city breaks in Europe, a few places in England and then going on a big holiday to Dubai. The two of you just enjoying each other’s company and being in your own little bubble. You teaching him how to surf and you both trying to speak the language and failing.

N- Nickel

Ben likes buying you gifts, whether it was your favourite treats, going out for dinner, or just buying you some clothes that he saw and thought you’d look nice in. You hate him buying you expensive gifts but when they’re small gifts he knows you’ll love it makes you feel even more loved.

O- Orange

Green. Not only is it colour of your toothbrush that you leave at his house, it’s the only coloured sweets you ever eat, always making him leave the green starbursts for you. Even when he is away from you,he always brings you back the handful of sweets that are green that always makes you happy.

P- Pet Names

Neither of you have your go to pet name, mainly just mixing it up depending on the mood. You both call each other ‘fox’ which seems to be your favourite, as you always come back to that.

Q- Quaint

Boardgames, he loves having games night at least ast once a week and puts all the technical devices to the side and just spends the evening the two of you being competitive over a game of monopoly or scrabble, which usually ends in an argument.

R - Rainy Day

You both liked to get into comfy clothes and baking, having the two of you dancing around the kitchen rapping and singing along loudly. You both then snuggling up on the sofa watching Disney movies and a lot of napping, which you both snap photos of each other and putting it on social media.

S- Sad

Your cooking always cheers him up, he eats your famous cookies and cuddles up to you as you play with his fluffy hair. You giving him the best pep talk and make him feel better about himself.

T- Talking

The two of you can talk about everything, you can go from lightly bickering about something stupid, then to something more serious like where you see the two of you going and where you see yourself in the next 5-10 years.

U- Unencumbered

Your voice, he just likes to listen to speak no matter what you are saying. He can just feel himself get more relaxed the more your calming voice talked to him.

V- Vaunt

You, he is beyond proud of you and everything you have overcome and achieved. He loves having your arm around you and kisses your cheek just to show everyone what a masterpiece he has on his arm and how you are fully his.

W - Wedding

He knew pretty quickly that he could see himself marrying you. He managed to work up his courage, he takes you on a weekend break and on the first more he drops down to one knee and pops the question over breakfast. Which you instantly cry as you say yes before pouncing on him.

X- Xylophone

Anything with Lewis Capaldi, when you first started dating you used to dance around the living room together and whenever it came on the radio you always blasted it up with you both singing at the top of your lungs.

Y- You

‘The Kermit to my Miss Piggy’ you are always joking about how you are both made for each other. Or whenever you are around James he calls you ‘the cheese to my pickle’ just to make you both gag.

Z- Zebra

You are both more cat lovers more than dogs. So it was natural for you both to get yourselves two cats, choosing Persian cats naming them Cappuccino and Milkshake which end up on your social media’s with everyone fallen in love with your new family members.

#fluff alphabet #ben chilwell imagines #ben chilwell blurbs #ben chilwell

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spacegaywritings · 5 years ago

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Communication of Silence - Chapter 10

Sorry for the late update. The next chap is safe but the one after might have a delay. I will update you. The current situation is causing me a lot of work and issues, so it is struggle time.

Everyone be safe and treat yourself and others with kindness♥

ao3 link! story under the cut.

The door leaned into its frame and lazily stuck around.

Dee leaned down to give Virgil’s forehead one last kiss.

“Be safe. Drive, like, slow or whatever... d-don’t get hurt, okay?”

She laughed.

She was even more beautiful whenever she laughed.

“I will be safe and sound. And you will be too. You will go to therapy tomorrow or on Tuesday - otherwise I will cancel.”

Virgil commented with a scoff and significant eyeroll.

“Who are you? My sibling?”

Dee’s deer brown eyes gained another layer of depth and the emo could not help but sigh in defeat. He could feel her

“Good night, my love. Take care of Patton.”

Virgil stepped back to support the door in being so close to home and so far from the beauty leaving their proximity.

“Good night, Dee. Love you. I know.. I will.”

She smiled at him and disappeared down the staircase, hat covering her head and coat making sure that not too much of her handsome self would be unleashed onto this world all at once.

He went back inside and told Patton goodnight.

Just thinking about the ginger made Virgil hurt inside.

This while weekend had been a whole mess of ups and downs.

Not eating again, passing out on physical exercise and seeing his precious rat and older sibling again.

And having Dee meet the others just felt like the weirdest blur ever.

All in all, it felt.. not that bad.

Well, that was for hid diary to decide.

He just had to sit down and list all the happy things he had done today and how much he liked. His pages would soak it up and he could make a recap of the week.

In a few days, he would be old enough to drink alcohol, legally.

It was wild.

Just last year, his life was in shatters and he had tried putting it back together and now he was in a rather stable home and he had a person who respected him and family and friends and even a place where he could study.

Life really did get better.. somehow..

That was nice to know.

He smiled when he got back into his and Logan’s shared room.

“That was certainly something, today”

Logan greeted him with a voice, more neutral than Switzerland. Even his face looked absolutely untouched, for a sculptor to be sculpted.

The emo cleared his throat and trotted over to his mattress, losing more and more clothing as he progressed.

He was comfortable with taking his jacket off around Logan - or his hoodie in that case.

The hoodie landed on the mattress first and Virgil groaned as he simply threw himself onto the mattress, shirt coming off and pants half-way following as he lazily wiggled around.

His legs’ movement slowly died down and he commented on it with yet another groan.

“If you mean something, as in a fuckton of bullshit and feelings, then yeah - you are right.”

His words came out like spit. It was sudden, forceful and in front of a certain amount of emotions.

A sigh escaped his lips and Logan turned to him, glancing over his roommate’s laying form.

There was something about Virgil in only shorts.

Logan could see colourful as much as black ink .

When Virgil drew his hand through his hair, he blinked.

“Another tattoo? I did not see this one before.”

The emo curled up and pulled at the clothed he had just shed, forming a little pile of them.

“Yeah, uh... I ..um”, he started but broke off.

The words were too stubborn to work for him so he simply swung his body back into a sitting position and let his right arm stretch over the edge of Logan’s bed.

“There you go. If you wanted to see it. I got it this weekend so you could not have seen it before..”, he trailed off and looked at Logan who was adjusting his chair to face Virgil’s body.

He could look at the other without twisting his back in any awkward way, now.

He could see an arrow, several symbols and words connected by strings and colours.

It mostly looked monochromatic but the emphasis was made with certain accents of different shades of colour from the rainbow.

Enticing.

Logan did enjoy examining tattoos. He found the patterns to be calming and it was fascinating to see what kind of decoration people paid to embed in their skin.

The meanings.. oh, they were also a good point - considering someone had a deeper motivation behind getting certain motifs.

“May I ask what this.. foil is?”

Indeed, as Logan pointed it out, there was some sort of invisible foil strapped over the new design.

“Ah, yeah. They give you that as protection for the tattoo. It is so the open wound created can, like, heal up without anything getting into it. Others might just instruct you to put some stuff onto it every time the skin is dry. Like, they give you special tattoo lotion that is sort of anti-bacterial or whatever. But with this weird foil uh.. or whatever you wanna call it, you just leave it on and then moisturise three times a day. You keep it on for.. two weeks, I think. Yeah, I think it was one or two. “

Virgil blinked.

“I forgot but I put a reminder in my phone so I will not miss it. I just keep forgetting these kidna things, every now and then.”

He shrugged.

Logan nodded.

The invisible patch reminded him of water-proof band-aids. Considering the looks of it, they probably served as something like this.

He had never known about any of these techniques.

Virgil smiled at the nerd.

His lips hung a bit low despite being curled like a melon slice.

“Why did you .. I mean, why do you get all these tattoos? Do they mean anything to you or is it just for the aesthetics?”

The other snorted and leaned back onto his bed.

“You are funny Logan. You really are.”

His voice seemed to purr and his words were dancing into Logan’s ears. Sounds were swinging and the fierce smile of his friend was sensually sprawling over the elder student’s vision.

He cleared his throat.

“Anyway, this is some kinda sibling bullshit thing. I have been meaning to do that for a while already and finally got to it.”

Virgil looked down at his arm and played with his dirty laundry.

Just... pushing at his hoodie.

Hey, that one was actually good to wear again at least one or two more times. Hoodies were so hard on catching smells that he loved them even more.

They were the kind of low maintenance clothing he needed in his life.

“I only recently finished the sketch for it so my sibling went ahead and got it this weekend. I got it the day after so we could go and be there for one another..”, he licked his lips, “you know, sibling shit and all. I kinda fell asleep when I got mine. The vibrations are sort of relaxing and the sound is soothing.”

Logan chuckled.

“I never heard of that.”

The other got up and put on his hoodie again, no shirt for underneath. His boxers got changed and he put his dirty laundry into the nearby basket.

“Hey Virgil?”

A hum could be heard.

The man was fishing inside of his sleepover bag and eventually got out a book.

“Do you sleep enough?”

The words fell onto the ground like a judge’s gavel hitting the desk.

“uh... where did that come from?”

He laid down but made sure to glance over at Logan.

All he could see was his back since the other was sitting at his desk, writing away as if he was not just starting up some conversation between them with this particularly hot topic.

“Where did that evasion come from?”

Oof.

Gotcha.

“I swear to the stars, Logan, you are a treat.”

Virgil chuckled and the IT student put his pen aside.

“You are awake, no matter when I wake up. You fall asleep in weird places, at odd times. I saw you doze off at work - now even at a tattoo parlor when enduring pain? You stated looking paler and more stressed these days and even your eye rings appear to be much darker than I observed before. Therefore, I concluded you might lack sleep.”

Virgil scoffed at him but did not dare deny his words.

It was true.. not that it was that hard to make out just how sleep-deprived he was but Logan really hit the nail.

“However, you seem more refreshed when you visited your friends or your sibling. I assume you sleep together?”

Virgil started scribbling into his stupid diary update therapy shit book thing.

Nerdy, yeah..

Still, it kinda helped him so he did not complain. He actually kinda dug the book and enjoyed writing into it.

It was empowering to see the good happening in his life or just writing down some shit he felt bad about so he could find out how and why he was more anxious in certain times.

He hummed.

“I uh.. don’t take it personal but.. I just can’t relax here. I .. I am.. It is not because of you.”

Fuck, he sounded like some cliche guy breaking up with someone.

“Uh, I mean.. This is my problem. I am just stupidly anxio- I mean.. I am anxious a lot and it is hard to sleep and shit but it is okay.”

He bit his lips.

...self-deprecation was high again.. He put a 6 on his one to ten scale.

“It happens or whatever. It is not like I am the only person to ever have sleeping problems or whatever.”

His shoulders shrugged.

Meanwhile, Logan noted down Virgil’s response.

“Fellow lover of Bunny Smashskull, would you fancy sleeping in the bed with me?”

Virgil’s mind stopped for a moment.

Tha..there was more than a bit of information packed into this short sentence.

He.. uh..

“I- what?”

He blinked and Logan opened his mouth again to start speaking but Virgil rose his hand, eyes hardening.

“What do you mean with that sleep thing?”

His whole body seemed to resemble a cat arching its back. If he had a tail, it would be all fluffy and big, every hair on his body would probably stand up like crazy.

Logan’s brows furrowed together.

He had expected his friend to reacted with a bit more confusion and less... whatever this was. But his words suggested that if Logan did not take careful steps, he would make his friend leave.

He already sounded as if he was halfway out of the door.

Virgil had a place he had never mentioned before... now that he thought about it, it felt as if he had stopped talking about himself at all ever since he had moved in. Safe for some moments, they had barely talked at all because he was just staying away a lot.

Was Virgil avoiding him?

“Virgil, not sleeping is very unhealthy and while I am not your caretaker, I am your friend. As a friend I am expressing my concern for your health as a lack of can increase the risk of many diseases and illnesses to break out - mental and physical ones alike. I noticed you falling asleep with me on the couch despite the amount of people around us, so I suspected that bodily warmth next to you might be beneficial for your sleeping cycle.”

The emo looked at the nerd, his shoulders immediately dropping to a regular position. The cat fur was smooth and nice again.

He looked so small and tired.

Not once have the dark circles looked as miserable as during this moment.

“You are.. worried?”

The words came out in a rather silent whisper. The short sentence was once step before the other in a house with loud and squeaky wood planks when you were awake at night and needed a snack but did not want to wake up your relatives.

The emphasis on the last word made Logan question whether Virgil doubted him that much or rather his own worth.

Both sounded bad.

“Of course I am worried. Again, I am your friend and I want you to be well - as much as you can be. If sleeping together in a bed is out of your comfort zone, I would agree to you letting your friends sleep over if you keep it to a reasonable volume.”

Virgil’s eyes blinked rapidly.

Logan fucking hated people in his space. When Patton as much as nudged the open door further open, the student of computer sciences would get all cranky.

Well, okay maybe he did not hate people but he did value his personal space and he took it very serious.

Once Roman wanted to put his part of the laundry into Logan’s room and loudly announced at as he did so and Logan immediately rushed over and gave the other a more than hefty talk on respecting his boundaries, commenting on how he could have just dropped it in front of his room’s door.

He had said much more than that and Roman had eventually backed away and muttered something under his breath.

Those things made Virgil wonder how and why Logan of all people lived with a person such as Roman but...

His face turned sour again and his chest hurt.

He let out a whine but quickly formed it into a groan.

“Ugh, whatever. We can sleep together and test your hypotheses or whatever, nerd. If that lets you leave me alone”

His lips pulled into the top corner of one side.

Logan knew he did that in instances when Virgil did not feel upset at all. It was more an action of deliberation or rather uplifting feelings.

He needed to observe it further but he had found a connection between Virgil’s feelings and his lips pulling into a downward curve.

“You would help me with my science project?”

The words tickled Virgil’s nose and he had to smile away the weird feeling in his stomach.

“Yeah, because we are friends and shit. Like, I care about you and stuff. But just because I had fucking biscuits and they gave me a really good mood.”

Logan snickered and turned his attention back to his writing for a bit. It did not last for too long despite Virgil continuing his scribbles and whatnot himself. Eventually, the smaller student put his pen aside and closed his notebook.

“Wait a moment. You fucking know Bunny Smashskull? I am awake, this is not a dream and you asked me about the band, right?”

He sat up properly and put his notebook aside.

For now, his thoughts were too wild to focus again. His fight or flight reflexes had taken over too much of his logical reasoning once more.

Logan was still writing, from as much as Virgil could judge.

Really, he could just see his back so there was not too much telling but his arm seemed to flinch a bit every now and then.

“Log you fucking nerd, answer the question -”

A smug smile stole itself onto his lips and he got up from his mattress to sit on the one-time-their bed. His notebook was cradled in his lap, just in case.

The roommate shrugged.

“So what if I did?”

Virgil inhaled audibly.

“Shut up, you do not - “, he started but paused mid-sentence, words stuck in his mind as he realised what he had said and heard so far. His voice dropped from a grand revelation in announcement volume to a low one in the regular fashion of discussing a secret between thieves.

“Holy shit, you do!”

Logan back flexed but he did not speak.

Instead, he kept writing slowly, neatly for a bit longer.

Virgil was tempted to walk over and look at his notes.. or to just put his hands on his shoulders and annoy him a bit but he did not know what Logan was writing.

He did not really want to know, really. Curiosity wanted to know for the sake of finding out whatever he did not know.

“Log, fucking talk to me and talk to my face, you hear me? This is wild! I never took you for the type to rock it.”

The nerd slowly turned around.

“You never took me for the type? Very well, I was aware of my ability to hide away my interests but I did not expect myself to be that good.”

He was tugging at his shirt as if to adjust a bowtie or a necktie. Something fancy and serious like the stuff people in suit would wear.

Come to think of it, Dee did this every now and then.

Virgil leaned in.

It was time to bond and shit.

“Your secret is safe with me, log. I promise.”

Virgil shifted on the bed and patted a spot next to him.

His friend took the hint and put his notebooks (multiple notebooks, alright, nerdy nerd) to their respective places.

And Logan damn made sure to took his sweet sweet time with it.

“What’s your favourite song?”, he whisper-screamed to his friend.

Their shoulders were touching and Virgil felt fuzzy in his mind.

He giggled.

This felt like a silly sleepover already and it seemed funny to him.

Logan smiled and pulled his phone out.

“My favourite songs is “Laws and bones break better than hearts” but I am biased”, he tapped a few icons on his phone and handed it over to Virgil for him to see a younger version of Logan.

The younger one was still absurdly tall, still smaller than Patton - younger Patton - who was next to him. They were wearing black shirts with the band logo in front of it.

A crowd of people was behind them and Logan’s cheeks were red from heat and sweat but he was smiling and he looked breathless.

Breathtaking, even.

“You are biased because you went to a concert, you fucking traitor!”, Virgil exclaimed and nudged Logan’s side, “Can I swipe?”

Logan agreed and he continued to go through the collection of pictures.

Hair disheveled and shirt too big, he was pressed against Patton and smiling into the camera.

He barely got to see Logan so off-guard but it was.. refreshing.

It was much nicer than seeing him wear ties at work and keep going through flashcards before lessons so he could make a better impression or whatever.

He barely knew Logan’s lips could do something as ambitious as smile so brightly.

“You look really happy, Log..”

He had reached the end of pictures.

It was Logan just hugging Patton close.

“I got the tickets back there”, he explained as he took his phone back, “Patton knows nothing about any bands I like nor does he understand how I enjoy this sort of music. He just went ahead and asked random online strangers about which bands to recommend because he wanted to make my 18th birthday really special.”

Logan’s lips formed the same alluring smile.

It was softer than feathers and lighter than wings.

He really seemed like a divine creature with his face smiling like that.

“Looks like he got that right. I am in groups a lot and it is not that uncommon for people to ask for advice on new songs and artists but seeing a completely clueless person just join for a friend? That is wild. But it does sound like a thing Patton would do.”

Virgil leaned back, his arms crossing behind the back of his head. He folded his hands over one another in his neck.

“You giants are too friendly. Can’t relate.”

His smirk was teasing.

Logan got up and got the shirt.

“I will sleep in this. I want to sleep in it.”

Virgil chuckled.

“You’re the boss, Log. I am not gonna fight you over a night shirt.”

The nerd changed into his band merchandise and Virgil moved over to lay on his side and finish his journaling thing.

“Diary?”

He shook his head.

The bed dipped next to him and the blanket started moving.

Virgil grunted back at the movement but a few more tugs had him move over so the blanket could be on top of them rather than on the bed only.

“Journal thing for therapy. Sucks but it is also kinda helpful so I am trying to stick to it ‘n all.”

He shrugged.

“My favourite song is “poison”, by the way. Fucking underrated.”

Logan laid down next to him and put his glasses aside.

“It is a good song indeed”

Virgil hummed.

“ m done”

He dropped pen and book onto his mattress.

“uh.. let us try this.. this sleep thingy and all. Can’t go wrong, right?”

His shoulders shrugged and he slid under the blanket with his friend. The smaller figure felt like a plank himself.

Virgil flinched and got up as soon as his whole body was in a sleeping position.

“Fuck!”, he hissed and toppled after his notebook, “the light. Log, we are fucking stupid in the chilis tonight.”

Logan huffed.

“It is too late for memes, Virgil.”

Virgil walked around to shut the light and slowly stumbled back to bed.

“You can pull memes from my cold, dead hands, pocket protector. It is always meme time but night time is even more intense meme time.”

“But to be fair, at least because of me you know that this is a meme”

The blanket rustled from Logan’s body vibrating in his quiet chuckles.

“You sending me confusing pictures and sentences during working hours is not educational.”

Virgil settled in bed and curled up.

“But I might have learned from it anyway, Virg.”

It was his turn to chuckle and the emo made sure to get comfortable with his pillow from the mattress quickly being moved up to assist him.

And his blanket.

He still shared the blanket Logan was using but the more blanket, the better. Sleepy time was the perfect time to be warm and comfortable after all.

They laid still for a bit. It was quiet and sleepy.

Outside, Roman could be heard. He was talking, probably to Patton but it was too far away to make out any words at all.

It was just Roman-ish noises.

Roman was probably offended about something at work and needed to harass Patton about it even though that man was busy too and had worries too. Oh dear fuck, he really did.

Virgil wanted to just walk out and pull Patton into the happy slumber bed with him and Logan instead of letting him subject himself to Roman’s offended princey noises.

Ugh...

But it was like nine in the evening and Patton would work on his study stuff before actually going to sleep. And Roman would just fuss around.

...It was already special enough Logan allowed Virgil to sleep in his bed after all they had talked about, after all he had been through.

For some reason, he felt a bit ashamed to be in the same bed with him, to intrude so much but he quickly banished the thought.

Logan did not force himself to let Virgil into his bed. He had asked him and he was being upright about it and had napped with him before, on the same day even so.

“Virgil?”

The emo shifted a bit, his movements intentionally slow and uncoordinated.

He might not have been the best actor in the world but he knew how to pretend being asleep or waking up jut then and there. Years of training had taught him well.

Sometimes, experience was a much better teacher than getting a license and some degree.

“mhm..?”

His sounds were haphazard and sounded just silent, muffled and hidden enough to mimic the innocence of a person who was slowly detaching from the promising and sweet dreams of their mighty sleep.

“Do you hate it here?”

Virgil shifted more to the edge.

If he had to leap, he would.

“What do you mean? I thought you wanted to sleep, not start a conversation.”

He heard someone clear his throat.

Outside of their room, Roman was laughing and Virgil flinched.

A shiver ran down his spine. He pressed his eyes closed and held onto his sleeves.

“You are not sleeping, let me talk to you.”

He sat up and put on the lamp on the nearby nightstand.

Only Logan was enough of a person to have a night light with fancy nice light that did not hurt the tired eyes too much.

Coloured light was the only valid thing to ever exist for waking one up in the middle of the night.

Virgil scoffed but followed his friend’s lead to sit up and whatnot.

Leaning against the wall behind him, he rubbed his eyes.

“ugh, whatever”, he mumbled and tugged the blanket closer around him. Even then, he did not stop tugging and nudging the ends of it with his fidgety fingers, “what do you want, Log?”

He sounded as if on trial for murdering a man and his hands were still pushing the murder weapon from one bloodied hand to the other.

Logan meekly watched him, without glasses and only a bare minimum of light, it was difficult to make out what Virgil was doing or what he looked like.

“Okay, okay. You go give me the talk, teach. What did I do?”

The smaller student’s hand was hanging low and his fingers were fidgeting still as they resided in his lap.

Logan swallowed dry before he decided to answer.

“You did not do anything, Virgil, please do not take my worries or my curiosity as offence. I was just wondering why you were so uncomfortable here.”

The words easily made their way out of Logan’s mouth but for Virgil, they were less like releasing feathers to the wind and just watching them flow. It was pushing the big and heavy rock up the hill instead of Sisyphus and the chore was bound to never stop.

The shivers gave him goosebumps so bad he pulled his knees to his chest to preserve body warmth.

“Who said I am?”

Virgil was the still holding onto the metaphorical knife but it was so much easier to keep telling himself it was not him as he nodded his head as if to shake off the truth.

If he just denied the reality hard enough, maybe he could do it.

“Virgil, please. It is obvious. Do you want me to point out every moment you made it clear you dislike being here? Only today you gave me so many pieces of evidence.”

The friend exhaled.

His breath was a bit rocky.

Logan’s words truly had a punching effect on him.

“If I say it, will you let me promise me to let it go and just move on already?”

Virgil glared at him, eyes barely focusing on the man before him.

Even with the near-complete darkness they were in, Virgil could see Logan through his heavy bangs shielding his vulnerable face from the knowledgeable judge that was his nerdy friend.

“If you are saying the truth, I might.”

He scoffed.

“I fucking hate you.”

His words sounded less bitter, more desperate and weak. Almost like a plead.

They were asking him not to press further on it.

“It is him. Now good-fucking-night, Logan.”

With that, Virgil turned around and plugged in earbuds so he could listen to something that was not Logan.

The nerd gave up and fulfilled his side of the promise.

It was not as if he had not expected that answer.

...He just had not expected Virgil to get so upset over it..

The IT student called it and shut the lamp.

Despite the warmth in the bed and another person in it, he felt horribly lonely.

It took him ages to fall asleep.

Figuratively.

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kareofbears · 5 years ago

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day 29: monochrome

The world started changing color around the time he saw how his dad treated his mom, and only went downhill from there.

He remembers watching her patch herself up, wrapping white gauze on bruises, small cuts, and how he forced himself to memorize her actions so he'll be able to do it for her next time.

Thankfully, there wasn't a next time after that.

While he was watching her, he noticed that she had looked paler, and the bruises seemed darker. He chalked it up as his father being more aggressive than usual and took that feeling to fuel his bottomless pit of pent up anger.

The next time he noticed that something had changed, it was when Kamoshida had started raining the track team down with drill after drill, punishments thrown out like they were nothing, like they didn't plant something deep and dark in the hearts of every person on the track team, in the school.

Ryuji had sat down one time, legs aching, looking up at the sky and blinked. Wasn't the sky a lot bluer than that? He tilted his head, and tried again in a different angle. It's not, not blue, but something's off. It's as if all the blue parts of the blue seeped out, like someone poked a hole in it and the pigment started dripping out, drop by drop.

The next time he looked up at the sky, it was from the view of his hospital room with a cast around his leg. Instead of the brilliant orange and red hues on the Tokyo sky, it almost just looked liked clouds that were scattered instead; different shades of gray, light, and dark. He stared at it for one moment, before looking away.

A few months later, Ryuji found himself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, while his Ma snores at the next room over. It's dark; dark enough that the light streaming through the window made his ceiling look like pure snow. Dark and light. Black and white. All he sees is black, and white, and gray, and he can't see, he can't fucking see anything else, why the fuck can't he—

He sits up suddenly, heart racing. On a whim, he throws the blanket off of him and marches to the door. His eyes slide to his Ma's bedroom as he shrugs on his jacket, considers telling her that he's leaving. He puts on his shoes and heads out the door. No, she's probably exhausted.

The neon sign of the convenience store near his apartment gets ignored as Ryuji steps in, swipes a box of bleach, and goes to the cash register.

Two hours later, after barely reading the box and making a huge mess in the bathroom that he needs to clean up before his Ma sees it, Ryuji's staring in the mirror, face blank. His once pitch-black hair is freshly bleached, and still dripping from his shower.

He doesn't see it.

Yes, he knows it's supposed to a yellowish color, but he doesn't fucking see it, all he sees is, fuck, like, white or gray or something but it's not—it's still not color and now he just fucked up his hair for no reason, and he looks stupid and he can hear the whispers in the hallways getting louder, and fuck, he's so stupid, everyone's right, and he's just so tired, he just wants to see color again—

Ryuji turns around and slams his fist into the drywall of his bathroom, breathing heavily.

He is so, so tired.

----

Ryuji had stopped hoping to see color after that.

----

Then, on the rainiest, grayest, cloudiest day of the year, he meets Kurusu Akira.

He's wearing the Shujin school uniform, pressed and properly put on. Black hair, the palest skin he's ever laid eyes on, and deep, expressive gray eyes. He's black and white no matter how you put it, and the word that popped into Ryuji's mind when he first saw him was 'monochrome.'

Then they find a palace and his teacher is in nothing but his underwear and a crown. After that, there's not much room for Ryuji to think about anything.

----

Ryuji likes hanging out with Akira.

He's funny, he's clever, he's smart, and he's a cheeky little shit. Ryuji finds himself being drawn to him, a moth to a flame, and in times where they don't infiltrate the Palace or Mementos, Ryuji finds himself spending time with Akira.

It's...nice. Really nice.

----

It took until they're nearly done Kamoshida's Palace when Ryuji realizes that his Skull gloves are yellow.

The pigment was faded, and yeah, it's just as likely to be pink, but they weren't gray.

It starts to get better after that.

----

Ann's eyes are blue, while Yusuke's hair is nearly black. Futaba's hair is bright orange, and Makoto's irises are red. Haru likes to wear pink sweaters, and Morgana's scarf is yellow.

They're still dull, boring, bland, but they're decipherable; they're different from each other now, in ways that Ryuji had honestly stopped believing in. It's slow, but every day, Ryuji starts to see different tones and shades and hues, and every day, Ryuji's excited to wake up and see what's new.

The strange thing is, though, even now that Ryuji's starting to see color, Akira's still as monochrome as he was back when he first saw him. It makes Ryuji want to look closer, to see if, just like everyone else, Akira is hiding color somewhere up his sleeve.

And the closer Ryuji looks, the more he sees.

Akira has messy hair, curls on top of curls on top of curls; despite that, they're almost unfairly soft. His glasses are fake, and Ryuji laughed and tried them on. His fingers are long, dextrous, deft, and he wonders absent-mindedly if he played the piano before coming to Tokyo. He's flexible, and he will absolutely find any chance to show off his splits if someone asks—Ryuji thinks he's just a massive showoff.

Ryuji doesn't see color in him, despite all his observations, so he tries harder, insisting that, surely, this boy would have at least some color in him. He has to know.

After all, why else would Ryuji be watching this closely?

----

It's the night after they finish Shido's palace that Ryuji notices that Sojiro's shirt is really, really bright pink.

He looks around, eyes widening, and he can't help but notices just how /red/ Makoto's eyes are. They're almost like roses, like someone injected some radioactive substances in them and made them really, really red. Holy crap, are Ann's eyes that pale? It's like ice!

Slipping away to the bathroom at Leblanc, Ryuji stares at himself in the mirror, and nearly chokes.

His hair is so damn blond.

He runs back and wildly takes in everything in front of him. Look at that plant, it's so fucking green. Jesus, does Sayuri actually look like that? No wonder Yusuke's been raving about it. Whoa, Haru's jacket is such a nice color. He must look crazy, but he doesn't care, because—because—

There's color.

His eyes land on Akira again, and smiles. Yeah, still no color. Just as monochrome as the day he met him. Sliding back next to him, he stares at Akira for a second, before slinging his arm around him.

Akira quirks his eyebrow at him, a silent question. You okay?

Ryuji opens his mouth, and instead, lets out a bit of a dry sob. For the rest of the night, he babbles like an idiot, thanking Akira, trying to express how fucking grateful he is that he's in his life, to bring something back in his life that he thought was gone forever. That he was the reason he can see life for what it really is, to include him on something he was missing out on ever since his dad and Kamoshida, and everything happened.

He must've looked like the world's biggest idiot, but Akira's there, smiling like he understands every single incoherent word that's coming out of his mouth.

Ryuji almost tells him everything. That every single hangout he's had, every moment he spent with Akira, everything added up to Ryuji being able to see, to really, /see/ again. That the reason that Akira is monochrome in this world of color is the same reason why diamonds have to be clear; all it takes is a little light, and color shoots out in every direction, coating everything in a bright, array of hues and rays and shades and tones that Ryuji gave up on.

He doesn't tell Akira. At least, not yet.

It's enough for Ryuji to know though, to understand what's going through his confused heart and his throbbing head every time he tries to understand.

Akira doesn't carry color with him, but in Ryuji's eyes, he leaves rainbows everywhere he goes. And Ryuji would follow him anywhere.

#p5 #persona 5 #fanfic #mine #escapril #escapril2020 #akiryu #but not really #in my mind #fic tag

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pazithi-gallifreya · 5 years ago

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The Hourglass Garden (An Unus Annus-inspired short story)

*Author’s note: Firstly, this is NOT a fan-fiction, nor does it contain Mark or Ethan in any way, so apologies to anyone looking for that type of content. Rather, it’s a story centered around some of the motifs that crop up throughout the Unus Annus channel as a whole - an homage, if you will. These two guys got me to write again for the first time in years, especially when it comes to writing for myself. I’m just happy I was able to create something for the guys, and I’m so thankful to them for getting those wheels turning in my head again, even if they’re a bit slow. As much of a meme it may be on the channel at this point, I think the overall theme of running out of time is super important, and one I think too many of us dismiss a majority of the time, myself included.I even kept putting the writing of this story off, but I finally came up with enough of a concrete plot to put it together. Mark is always talking about how if you want to do something, you gotta grab the bull by the horns and just do it, so this is me doing that. We need to remember that we often don’t have as much time as we think we do, and the clock is constantly ticking. It only stops for us when we die, but us dying has no effect on time for everyone else. It moves forward without us. That’s not to say we have to rush to get everything done all the time. We still need to stop and appreciate the things and people around us. We just need to find a healthy balance, find what we enjoy, and also work hard, not only for others, but also ourselves. All of that is what this story is about.

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“Shit!” Aria gasped as the freezing wind nearly yanked the front door right out of her gloved hands. She reigned it back in, locked it, and pulled her beanie lower over her ears as she headed down the stairs towards her complex’s parking lot. She cranked the heat to max, sitting in her red 2007 Honda, cupping her still gloved hands and blowing into them before adjusting her rearview mirror. The crystals formed on the back windshield looked like little ice people. She smiled.

It had been far too long since she had done something like this for herself. Her boss had recently quit at her editing company, making her schedule a living nightmare over the past month. The added pressure and stress hadn’t gone unnoticed by her best friend Beth, who, after much pushback on Aria’s part, finally convinced her to take a day off. “There’s this beautiful woodland garden about 40 miles out of town. There’s not as much to look at in the winter, so it’s not as pretty, but it’s still open. There’s also less people because of it, so if you’re looking for some solitude, as well as some fresh air, it’s the perfect place.”

“In 30 miles, turn right on Hourglass Road,” chimed the robotic voice from her phone as she turned onto the highway. Any other day, she’d be blasting music and singing her lungs out, but not today. Today was a quiet day. She kept occasional watch over the crystal people slowly being sliced in half by the defroster, reminding her of her own temporary state as they dripped down the back window.

Half an hour later, she turned onto Hourglass – a narrow gravel road that opened into a gravel parking lot surrounded by a short log fence, with an ornate sign that read Hourglass Gardens. She pulled in next to the only other car in the lot and pulled her coat tightly around her as she took in her surroundings. The fence opened onto a dirt path that forked in two directions. One led to the large old house that served as a local historical museum. The other traveled down to the woodland gardens. Aria turned off her phone so as to not be tempted, shoved her hands in her pockets, and sauntered down the longer path.

A short way into the woods was a circular wooden bench surrounding a large, stone fountain that was currently turned off, probably due to the season. The centerpiece was a huge hourglass surrounded by a stone circle with the phrase “Unus Annus” written repeatedly around the outside. The hourglass was filled with pure white sand, which had all sunk to the bottom. Tippy-toed, she reach up to turn it, but couldn’t get it to budge. She sighed as she took a seat and stared up into the bare branches that surrounded her overhead, silently thanking the powers that be for the seclusion. Beth was right, she thought. Not much to look at, but it’s pretty well-maintained... She stared into murky film at the bottom of the fountain. Mostly. At least it’s quiet.

After several moments of taking in the stillness, she decided to move deeper into the barren woods. Every so often, she would run into little plastic markers with blurbs about the plants and wildlife people often encounter there. About 2 miles in, about every 20 steps or so, she began to notice little wooden markers close to the ground, almost hidden. They seemed to have arrows carved into them. They started along the path, then slowly got farther into the woods, away from the path. With time to kill, she figured she might as well go with it. There were no barriers, and having read many fantasy novels, she was always amused by the cheesiness of the “forbidden path” trope. Besides, she did come here to get away, after all, and what could be more detached from reality than following mysterious arrows in the woods into who knows where, even if the mystery was pretend. It was still the most excitement she had felt about anything in a while.

She walked over another mile, and at one point resisted the brief temptation to turn back to the trail. She cleared through one final patch of dead shrubbery next to another arrow before stumbling into a clearing rivaling even the ones in her books – it’s like all the colorful butterflies and animals had congregated in this one spot, encompassed by rainbow assortments of flowers and dense foliage in full bloom, despite the fact it was January. In front of it all was a babbling brook, with an assortment of brightly-colored fish, complete with a little bridge nestled neatly over it. Funny, I didn’t even hear any running water before now. She knelt down to touch it, but something prevented her hand from penetrating the water; some invisible barrier.

“I see you’ve made it.”

Aria jumped at the sudden break in the silence. The voice was calm, yet loud somehow. A man in a white, hooded cloak stood on the opposite side of the brook, but still sounded as if he were standing right next to her. A strange mist spiraled around him.

“What do you mean? Did you know I was coming? What is this place?” Aria asked, reaching her hand out in front of her, only to be forced back once again.

The man pulled down his hood. “This is the end.”

“The end of what? Who are you?”

“I am the inevitable. This is where all of time resides. Everything begins here, and everything ends here.”

“Are you saying you’re God, or something? Or Death? In the middle of a man-made sanctuary?”

“I am neither. I am the in between. I am Time Itself. I do not reside on this plane, but I am wherever you need me at any given moment.”

“So you’re saying you’re not really here?”

“I am, and I am not.”

“Am I the only one that can see or hear you?” Aria looked back to where she had entered. It was as brown and desolate as before.

“Yes.”

“Why? Why are you here? Why am I here?”

“This is your turning point – the point where you decide whether to take back control of your own destiny or succumb to the darkness, the point where you decide to live a prosperous life or a waking death.”

“How do I do that?”

“Make the decision. Only you know which path you will walk down. When you truly have your answer and have confirmed it to yourself, return here before time runs out. You have one year. I will be waiting. Memento mori.” The man turned, slowly walking away as the mist swelled around him until in encompassed the entire meadow. A frog made a loud plop into the brook, and with that, it was gone.

In front of Aria stood the looming hourglass fountain, now gushing with water. She pinched herself to make sure she hadn’t fallen asleep on the bench. What just happened, and why was she willing to believe and accept it so easily? She walked closer to examine the intricate stonework. The hourglass had been turned over. A few grains of sand had already trickled their way to the bottom. She read the phrase again. “Unus Annus.” She turned her phone back on and typed the words into the search bar. “One year,” she said softly to herself. “Okay,” she affirmed. “Looks like I’ve got a decision to make.”

She walked determinedly back to her car, feeling refreshed and invigorated, despite the mind trip she had just been on. As she turned the key in the ignition, she remembered something. “What was the other thing that guy said?” she mumbled to herself. “Memento mori?” She pulled her phone back out and searched the phrase. The translation read, “Remember you must die.”

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Thank you to anyone who read this. Thank you to Mark, Ethan, and Amy for being such a positive and encouraging force in my life for so many years and all the experiences I’ve had because of you. Thank you for giving me some inspiration to start creating again. There have been a lot of hard times going on with my family that I haven’t been able to properly focus on myself, and I’m still working on a lot of things, but this is another small step to help me towards my goals, and I’m glad to have you both be a part of it (even if it ended up sounding like a cheap YA novel). Being a perfectionist, I may not particularly like the final product myself, and think it's weak in every aspect, but that wasn't what this was about for me. I just wanted to show some appreciation for some amazing people. It’s been hard for me to keep up with you guys’ videos as of late, but this channel has been a way for me to stay up-to-date with both of you in a small way, and it’s such a cool concept. I can’t wait to see what’s in store for the channel.

(Unus Annus is right on the verge of 2 million right now! Let’s get them there! They deserve it so much!)

- Anne

#unus annus #unusannus #unusannus2million #markiplier #crankgameplays #peebles #mine #not sure if the 2 million subs contest is still a thing #but either way this was good for me and i hope it entertains someone #i just enjoyed doing something for the guys

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spooky-scary-imagines · 6 years ago

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Hi :) would you write one where ChopTop met the reader the the radio station along with Strech*idk if i spelled it right* but the reader dressed similar to him and was in a band herself makeing ChopTop love struck and just his stuttering getting worst and forgeting what to say witch the reader finds cute maybe it would get slightly nsfw to to the ebd but you can pick its ok if its just fluff :3 *sorry if its to long*

((Sorry this took so long! Gotta love my boy Chop-Top and this prompt not only gave me an excuse to rewatch his intro scene but it also seems super fun! It is a challenge to figure out dialogue for him tho because he’s so bizarre in all the best ways. This one didn’t end up being too romantic but I’ve been thinking about maybe writing a continuation for this just cause there’s so much more I can do with it. So let me know if any of y’all are interested! Tagging: @i-cant-get-with-it

Chop Top meets hippie s/o @ the radio station:

It’s been a pretty rough week at the station. Your good friend Vanita had gotten a terrible call-in the other day. Initially she thought it was a prank, as the men had been obnoxious all day, but even she couldn’t ignore the terrible screaming and shill grating of metal on metal. Not when she saw that article in the paper that seemed to match the call-in. She had told you about the plan she devised with some old sheriff, about playing the tape over the radio. To you it seemed like a bad idea and a great way to put a giant target on her back, but she was insistent that she had to do it and make a difference. Despite your worries, you couldn’t just leave her alone, so you decided to stay with her after that night’s broadcast.

Tonight had done nothing to ease your concerns, angry callers had been cursing out the station and since Stretch first aired the tape. L.G. seemed to be the most upset by it, talking about how much trouble Vanita was going to get into, though anyone with eyes could tell how soft he was on her. Sadly, it didn’t seem like the feelings were returned quite the same way. At least not yet, you thought, as you watched her turn down his offer to grab some coffee with him. Guess you two were sticking around for this “Lefty” guy.

Shortly after L.G. left, you heard the phone ring. You went to reach for it, but Stretch got there first. “Hello?…Hello?…Lefty?” You could guess from her side of the conversation that she was being met with silence. You raised an eyebrow and she looked at you, equally confused. The mysterious caller hung up. “What the hell was that all about?” you asked.

“No clue,” Stretch shrugged, “We get some weird callers sometimes, but-.” As if on a cue, you two heard a small slam from the other side of the station. Vanita’s eyes flicked to you. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

Stretch had been gone for a suspicious amount of time, when you decided you needed to go after her. You stood in the doorway of the hall leading to the lobby. From there, you could hear Stretch and a strange male voice, talking manically. “Hi, I know what you’re thinking. This is weird. Hope I can handle it.“ You peered out into the lobby, there you saw Vanita nervously backed against her desk, across from her was an odd man. He appeared to be in his 30s, dressed in patched and campy hippie clothes, the odd look topped off with a shappy mop of black hair and lavender Lennon specs. Though a somewhat tacky outfit, it reminded you of the way you and your bandmates dressed, especially when hanging out around at festivals. He started getting up and moving towards Stretch, and you walked out from the doorframe. Both sets of eyes looking your direction.

“Uhhh, hey man…what’s up?” you asked, awkwardly trying to redirect him. He turned to you, and looked you up and down, face unreadable.

“Wh-Who the hell’re you? I thought it was j-just the DJ?”

“Well it isn’t space cadet! Who the hell are you?”

“I-I-I’m just a fan,” he turned back to Stretch, “Me and my little brother, Bubba, we listen to this show e-every night.” He turned back to you with a sick grin, “Music…is my life.”

You smiled at that, “Oh? I dig it. I’m in a band myself.”

His eyes went wide at that, and the barely contained manic energy in him seemed to ramp up, “O-Oh yeah? Wh-What’re you like? Something h-h-heavy? Like-like Iron Butterfly!”

You chuckled. Despite him being kind of a freaky-deaky dork, you had to admit the spaz was kind of endearing and a little cute. “Kinda. We’re more like Vanilla Fudge or Quicksilver Messenger Service than anything.”

“Far-Out! So-”

“I hate to interrupt,” Stretch cut in, “But the station is closed for the night.”

The man turned back to her, a strange glint in his eye and a sick grin that made you shudder. “Well, y’see, I wa-wanted to phone in my request but, but I al-al-always get too nervous, y’know?” He paused for a reaction before continuing, “But, well, since I’m here. In-In flesh-and-blood…I figured I could just give you my request now right!

Stretch looked to you for help and you just lifted your hands in a shrug-like gesture. “Uh, sure, sure. You can tell me your request and then you need to leave.”

The man chuckled, and started heating up the coat hanger he was holding with an old rainbow lighter. “Al-Alright…How about Cold Stone Fever from uh, Humble Pie! Or uh…” he picked at his scalp, ”In Da Vidda da Gadda babey. Heh heh yeah…” he turned to you, “Real, uh, heavy stuff, y’know.” You hid a laugh behind your hand, at his goofy smile and the fact that he got both song titles wrong.

Then that menace was back in his eyes, “Or…how about s-something like that, uh, Lefty r-request record you played today? How’d it go again?” You and Stretch’s eyes went wide as the man screamed and growled in mimicry of the terrible sounds of the attack. You looked at each other in mutual fear at this man standing between you and the exit. “Wh-What was that anyway? R-Rambo III soundtrack?” he chuckled at his own joke. “Could you play it again? Or, uh, m-maybe you co-could get me a copy!” He grinned, “You could both sign it. To-To-To a far out fan!”

He seemed to respond better to you so you spoke up, “We, uh, actually don’t have a copy. Sorry sir. But we could, er, play your other requests.”

Something dark passed over his face that you couldn’t quite place. He looked to the side in the records vault. “Hey, uh, is this where you keep the golden oldies? And mayb-” The rest of the sentence was cut off when the lights suddenly flipped on, revealing a horrifying giant wielding what looked like a chainsaw. You and Vanita screamed, she ran off towards the back rooms while you ducked out of the way into the far corner of the room behind and hid on the far side of the sofa. You heard the man from earlier hollering in pain and wailing at the giant to “Get the girl!” You saw the giant run after Vanita through the door, and you peered out from your hiding place. You watched the man from before scream and clutch at his head. “He dented my plate! My brain is burning! Nam flashback! Nam flashback! Leatherface, you bitch, I’ll…Oh just look what you did to my Sonny Bono wig. Oh, God damn it!”

You listened to the man’s cries of pain and rage from your hiding place as you resisted the urge to help him. Judging from what you could make out from his rant, he was clearly with the man trying to kill Stretch. Oh god…Vanita…what have you gotten yourself into? He eventually managed to get to his feet and began to go through the records vault, muttering something about dogs hunting. You covered your ears and tried to block out the terrible sounds coming from behind the door leading to the recording area.

You heard a door open from the other side of the room. “Hey! What the shit?” L.G was back! Maybe he could get the police and everything would be okay.

“Lick my plate you dog dick!” the hippie yelled, flipping L.G. the bird. It would have been funny if the whole situation wasn’t so terrifying.

“What the fuck you think you’re doing in here, you crazy-looking little son of a bitch? Get out of here!” You wanted to scream at L.G. to run out of here and get help, that these guys were totally buggin and super dangerous. But you stayed quiet for fear of revealing your position. This turned out to be a lethal decision as the man lunged at L.G. brandishing a hammer. “Time for incoming mail!” he shrieked, slamming into hammer into L.G.’s skull, “Ho Chi Minh!” Over and over you heard the sickening thuds through your covered ears. You squeezed your eyes shut but you couldn’t pretend it just wasn’t happening. Hell, the same thing was probably happening to Stretch right now .

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you felt the warmth of the tears sliding down your face, but someone else did. You open your eyes to see the killer’s leering face less than a foot from your own, “H-H-Hey there, rock’n’roll b-bunny! T-th-th-thought I lost ya t-there.”

“Please, don’t kill me,” you sobbed, “I’m, like, really sorry for whatever’s making you upset.”

This seemed to make the man nervous, and he started picking twitchily at the edge of a metal plate embedded in his skull. “I-I…I ain’t g-gonna, er, kill you. J-Just…” he looked around the room frantically, as if trying to find a solution to his problem. He spied the hammer over by L.G.’s corpse and his face broke into a grin. He scrambled to grab it, whipped back around, and started getting closer to you, arms out ahead of him as if you were a spooked animal. And I guess in a way you were. “N-Now do-don’t move or-or nothing. It It ain’t gonna h-hurt.”

Your soft sobs turned into bawling, “NoNoNo Oh God PleasePleasePleasePlease Don’t do this Please don’t do this!”

You noticed some emotion flash across his face that you couldn’t figure out. “A-one and a-two and a-three!” and the hammer fell down on your skull. You collapsed, yet you kept fading in and out of consciousness. You heard footsteps coming through the door to the studio and what sounded like the two men having a one sided conversation. “Did you get her, Bubba? Did you get that bitch? She was my fave…but-but she knew! And now…nobody knows!…L-look what you did to my plate, you bitch!…Y-You got her? Di-Did you get her good?…Slap me five!

You heard footsteps coming closer but you couldn’t see what was happening as you felt yourself getting dragged over to a damp section of floor. “I got some too. Bonus bodies! Look at that beef,” you vaguely felt a slap against your thigh, but it was as if you were made of cotton. “Help me get it out of here!,” said the hippie as you felt yourself be hoisted onto the larger man’s shoulders.

You were tossed in what seemed like the back of a truck, though you were so dizzy it was hard to tell. Finally you succumbed to your head injury and passed out. The giant, Bubba, left to sit shotgun and only Chop-top stayed by, standing over you with a dopey look on his face. “Don’t wo-worry baby, we’ll b-be home soon,” he gave you a sloppy peck on the cheek and ran back around to the driver’s side. “Alright Bubba! Let’s blow this pop stand!” he yelled, and sped off back to where the rest of the family was waiting.

#YEE-FUCKING-HAW #chop-top sawyer #bubba sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre #slasher imagines #slasher

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floraldrizzle · 6 years ago

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be more chill - friday june 1, 2018 at the bartell theatre

im gunna start this off by saying HOLY SHIT. THE CAST ABSOLUTELY KILLED IT. THE SHOW WAS INCREDIBLE. ALL OF THE ACTORS/ACTRESSES WERE SOSOSOSOOOOOO TALENTED AND DID AN OUTSTANDING JOB. FROM THEIR LOOKS, THEY RANGED FROM LIKE 17-EARLY 20S??? LIKE THEY WERE YOUNG AND IN TERMS OF BLOCKING AND VOCALS THEY DID AN AMAZING JOB!!!

-ok so first things first, i was sitting in the 5th row, 3rd seat from the aisle (amazing seat omg)

-they had live music!! the people on keyboard & bass fucking CRUSHED IT holy shit

-im gunna go in random order/do some general comments bc my thoughts are scrambled,, im so shook

-let me start by saying HOLY SHIT this jeremy was fucking INCREDIBLE. and he pulled off the role so well. his facial expressions were ON POINT.

-his whole demeanor SCREAMED nervous teen. this boi was TALLL (and cute af my bisexual ass was quaking) and he did an amazing job of looking very insecure? like he kind of tried to make himself look small? and he would pick at his fingernails too, and he really sold it that this character is a Nervous BoyTM

-MICHAELLL had a PRIDE PATCH!!!! IT WAS A RAINBOW HEART!!! and then in act 2 he had a headband with a rainbow heart on!!!!! and omg, his little dances were so cute. HE FUCKIGNG WHIPPED WHEN HE CAME ONSTAGE OMG

-AND THEN HE AND JEREMY DABBED IN SYNC AND I WENT INTO FUCKING CARDIAC ARREST

-christine was 👌👌👌 very extra and cute!!!!!! wow!!!!! I LOVED HER (again my bisexual ass was SHOOK) she was short so whenever she was talking to Jeremy she got out a little stool so that she was his height and omg

-she really acted like she had ADD and she pulled it off so well, like, she would shake her leg when she was sitting down

-rich was TOP NOTCH HOLY SHITTTTT he fucking killed the squip song like damnnnnnn

-the SQUIP OMGOMGOFJSJDKFJF SHE WAS INCREDIBLE HOLY SHIT OK

-“you look like beyoncé.” “that’s my default form. I can also take the form of rupaul, lady gaga, and sexy anime female”

-the squip’s makeup was GLITTERY and blue and holy shit her costume, high heeled boots and trench coat and omg wow my bi ass was crying

-two player game. was the gayest thing I have ever seen. in the ��is it really true i’m your favowite personn” michael like had his hand on jeremy’s face and jeremy looked nervous and omg it was so cute

-the harmonies in two player game were 👌👌👌👌👌👌👌👌there were tears in my eyes

-at “will you be too cool for me– video games?” the look on jer’s face was like “i would never” and he was like desperately trying to comfort michael

-Christine kept scooting her chair closer to jer in i love play rehearsal and a guy that I’d kinda be into it was so cute

-and whenever she did that Jeremy would do the thing where he tried to make himself look small and he had a cute little awkward smile

-the squip was the sassiest little bitch ever…. in be more chill part 1 she was sitting on the platform behind everyone and filing her fucking nails…. she did that a lot it was so fucking funny

-the smartphone hour was fucking. AMAZING. they had ensemble members in the aisles singing at people like “did you hear did you hear?”

-at one part an ensemble member looked me in the eye and during “when rich set a fire cause he knew he was gay” and I died it was amazing, the look on her face was hilarious I LOVE YOU ENSEMBLE GIRL

-do you wanna ride had me SHOOK, Brooke was INSANELY TALENTED DAMN,, and then when chloe joined I think my brain exploded

-have I mentioned that im bi and everyone was gorgeous,,,

-be more chill part 2, ensemble members surrounded Jeremy and at the “everything about you sucks!” part he flinched and omg my heart melted

-the squip. sung the low parts, she, was,,,,, INSANE,,,,, SHE WAS A FUCKING ALTO,,,, HOLY SHIT,,, I DEADASS EXPECTED HER TO BRING YHE LOW SHIT UP AN OCTAVE BUT NOPE SHE FUCKING BELTED THAG SHIT AND I HAVE NEVER BEEN GAYER

-upgrade. wow. holy shit. JAKE WAS IBCREDIBLE MY BRAIN EXPLODED, also, when jake and Christine were singing, the squip and Jeremy were standing back to back and it was so funny,,,, i loved it

-whenever Christine was around jake she would be so cute… like the interactions between them were adorable ngl

-during halloween party Christine was looking around and she looked really uncomfortable and then at one point she just ran offstage like she couldn’t take it anymore, my heart melted

-do you wanna hang was HOLY SHIT,,,,,, INCREDIBLE,,,, Chloe was AMAZING she fucking belted it i was blown away

-michael had the creeps shirt

-Michael in the bathroom had me IN TEARS. MICHAEL WAS SO GOOD. HOLY SHIT. THE EMOTIONS HE SHOWED WERE INCREDIBLE AND HE ACTUALLY WAS GUCKIG CRYING AT YHAT ONE PART

-whenever the squip commanded Jeremy she wouldn’t even look at him, she was filing her nails and sounded as if she didn’t give a single fuck. she was also way shorter than him even tho she was wearing high heels it was kinda funny

-also during smartphone hour, everyone had their phones out (duh) and some of them had a snapchat convo open that read “omg rich set a fire last night!!!!” and stuff like that, while others of them had a badly photoshopped picture of the guy who played rich standing in front of a burning house I was dying

-the pitiful children, damn,,,, everyone’s fucking costumes during it had me SHOOK,,,, the girl who sang the jenna part crushed it btw omg, she was insane

-when mr heere was like “DO YOU LOVE JEREMY” michael was like “wh- um what” and he seemed nervous and awkward and OMG

-the pants song was so good, the guy who played mr heere was 20/10 top notch great singer amazing actor wowiwoeowoeoeoeo he was amazing

-the play was pulled off so well. holy shit.

-at “MICHAEL MAKES AN ENTRANCE!” he was in the aisle and ran down to the stage, I shit you not the whole FUCKIGNG theatre cheered

-at the “get out of my way loser” you could hear a hushed gasp and “aw” from the audience

-voices in my head, omg, where do I start it was incredible

-Michael picked up Jeremy and spun him around. my boyf riends shipping ass was screaming

-hey pinkberry shippers:: chloe and Brooke were holding hands and being cute all throughout voices in my head

-Jeremy kissed christine and she was standing on her lil stool and it was so fucking cute. she hugged him super hard after and it was adorable!

-rich had a bi sash at the end

-a cast on his arm was painted the bi flag colors

-at “oh my god I’m totally bi” everyone cheered

-during play rehearsal, when Brooke was doing her lines, Christine was mouthing the whole thing and looking at her script it was so cute

-there was some HARDCORE boyf riends chemistry,, like,,, holy shit

-michael straddled jeremy when he was trying to get him to drink the mountain dew red

-this show blew me away

-because it’s just a small local theatre I honestly wasn’t expecting it to be this good but wow

-i might add more details later, i’m super tired rn,,,

#be more chill #bmc #bmc Madison #jeremy heere #michael mell #jake dillinger #rich goranski #brooke lohst #chloe valentine #jenna rolan #christine canigula #the squip #mr heere #flor speaks #bmc musical #boyf riends #pinkberry #brooke lohst x chloe valentine #jeremy heere x michael mell

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hermannsthumb · 6 years ago

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What about college style newmann (roommates/pining penpalls/labpartners/whatever)

ok this one. got away from me a bit. uh. in my defense, writing college au newmann was VERY fun, as was imagining what they’d wear (and now i kinda......want to make this a fully fledged fic). anyway have some student union meet-cute AND implied eventual lab partners (pre-lab partners is the even more powerful form of pre-slash) also: it should be noted that newt’s guitar has a rainbow strap. tragically i couldn’t figure out how to work the description of it in but it does. picture it

There’s a super cute guy sitting off to the side in the Student Union that Newt’s never seen before and has spent the night eyeing up--dark undercut, cane, thick sweater with sleeves that are a bit too long, big round glasses on a chain, legitimate saddle shoes--and Newt’s determined to get his number by the time he leaves.

Guys like guys who play the guitar, right? The guys Newt usually picks up always think it’s cool. Saddle shoes-undercut guy didn’t seem super invested when Newt and his band were up on the little stage and he didn’t put down his book the entire time, but maybe he’s just trying to play it cool. Not let on how much Newt’s amazing guitar skills and even more amazing singing impressed him.

Newt swings his guitar over his shoulder, nods goodbye to the two other guys that constitute the band--a gig well done, congratulations all around, maybe they’ll actually get paid next time, probably not--and sidles up to the cute guy’s ratty old armchair. “Hey,” Newt says, trying his best to look cool and aloof and angling himself just enough so that his guitar is visible. The guy glances up at Newt, looking mildly annoyed.

“Hello,” he says. He has some sort of posh British accent. It’s also very cute. He hasn’t closed his book, which is a sign that Newt’s gotta make small talk fast before he gets bored and tells Newt to fuck off in nicer words. But the guy does have a little rainbow flag button pinned to the small tote bag he brought with him, so that’s at least a sign that Newt isn’t batting in the completely wrong proverbial ballpark. Or barking up the wrong proverbial tree.

Newt scuffs the toe of his boot against the ground. “I haven’t seen you around campus before,” he says. “Are you new?” The guy doesn’t look like a freshman--he looks Newt’s age. Maybe he’s an international student. The next semester doesn’t officially start for another two days, so it makes sense that Newt wouldn’t have had the chance to run into him yet if that’s the case.

“Yes, in a sense,” the guy says. “I’ll be here for the year.”

“You are international then!” Newt says. He pulls his guitar off and leans it up against the wall next to the guy’s cane, then steals the empty armchair next to him. The guy’s mild annoyance is replaced with mild alarm. “That’s so cool. I really wanted to go abroad but I didn’t have enough credit space. Sucks, but whatever. Not sure why you’d come to America of all places, but...” Hermann doesn’t say anything. Newt picks at some of the black nail polish that’s begun to chip off his fingernails. He should put a new coat on. “What’s your major?”

“Physics,” the guy says, “but I’ll be taking some engineering courses while I’m here, as well.” He looks Newt up and down--his jean jacket covered in patches, his Godzilla shirt, his bracelets, his pierced ears, his scuffed and unlaced floral docs, his tattoos. “I don’t imagine we’ll be having many classes together.”

Newt grins. “Imagine again,” he says, finally recognizing the book the guy’s reading--it’s a required text for one of the lectures Newt’s in this semester. “I do biochem and engineering.” He taps at the guy’s book. “So it looks like I’ll be seeing you every Tuesday-Thursday evening from four to six. With lab on Friday mornings.”

“Ah,” the guy says, and his cheeks go a little pink. His oversized glasses slip down his nose. It makes Newt’s chest twist in a funny way. “I see. Apologies. I didn’t mean...”

He trails off. There’s a bit of an awkward lull in the conversation; onstage, another band is readying themselves to play. “I’m Newt, by the way,” Newt says, realizing he hasn’t actually introduced himself yet.

“Hermann,” the guy says. He shuts his book carefully. Score one point Newt. “Gottlieb.”

“So, Hermann,” Newt says, his grin back, entirely prepared to enter full flirt mode, “what’d you think of my band?”

Hermann’s eyes go to the guitar propped up between them, and he looks amused. (Not overcome with lust, like Newt was hoping, but he can’t have everything.) “I’ve never heard that many Pixies covers back to back,” he says. “I’m rather impressed.”

“Yeah, we’re pretty versatile,” Newt says, leaning back in his chair with exaggerated casualness. “Once we even covered a Mountain Goats song, too.”

“Even more impressive,” Hermann says. He’s smiling, leaning in. He’s totally interested. Maybe now’s the time that Newt can swoop in, get his number, take him out on a bunch of dates, then they fall in love and--the lead of the next band taps the microphone, and static from the speakers fills the union. Hermann winces. “Another one?” he says, and scowls at the stage.

“Yeah, man,” Newt laughs. “It’s open mic night. What did you expect?”

“I didn’t expect anything,” Hermann says. “My roommate has his girlfriend over and I was just trying to find somewhere quiet to--wait it out.”

Newt forgot that international students have to live in the underclassmen dorms, which means double rooms; Newt’s had his classy senior-privilege single for less than a week and he already can’t imagine how he ever used to live with anyone else. He’s about to suggest Hermann try the library, but remembers their hours run short this week. “We could go back to mine?” Newt suggests, heart thudding a bit.

Hermann rolls his eyes. “How charitable,” he says.

“I don’t mean like that,” Newt insists, holding up his hands in defense. Hermann arches an eyebrow. Newt lowers his hands. “Okay, I mean, I was going to ask you for your number, but--” Which is not to say Newt wasn’t intending on inviting Hermann back to his place and meaning it like that eventually, just that it was the last event on a long chain of properly wining and dining him. Or buying him a bunch of cheap beer and Chinese takeout, which is effectively the same thing. “I meant I don’t have a roommate,” Newt says, “so it’d be quiet. I could make us coffee, or something?” That’s desperate. “Watch a movie?” Even more desperate.

“Thank you for the offer,” Hermann says, nice and polite, and he sounds like he means it, “but it has gotten late. They’ve likely finished by now.” He slips his book back into his tote bag and grabs his cane, but he hesitates, not standing up yet. “May I have your phone?” he says.

“Uh. Okay.” Newt squeezes his hand into the pocket of his skinny jeans and pulls out his old, cracked iPhone. He unlocks it and hands it over to Hermann, and Hermann begins fiddling with it. “What are you--?” Hermann hands it back over to him, cheeks a deeper pink than before. The contacts app is open, and there’s a new number entered into it, and above it, Hermann Gottlieb. “Oh.”

“Don’t feel obliged, of course,” Hermann says quickly, “but--you did say--”

“Yeah,” Newt says, smiling goofily. “I did. Wow. Cool.”

Hermann nods, a little stiffly, and hoists himself to his feet. He’s smiling again too. “Goodnight, Newt. I’ll see you Tuesday.”

“Okay,” Newt says, heart thudding faster. “See you Tuesday! Cool!”

He waits until Hermann’s out of sight, and then adds a few heart emojis after Hermann’s name. He really hopes that they can pick their own lab partners.

(They don’t, but to Newt’s--and to a lesser extent, Hermann’s--delight, it’s done alphabetically, and Geiszler and Gottlieb happen to fall next to each other in the class roster.)

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The Last Week--Chapter 6

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At 5:30 on Friday evening, Logan got into his car, drove across the street, and pulled over. He froze. It felt weird to not get out of his car and ring the doorbell...but Logan didn't feel like wasting his time anymore, either. So, with a wince, he lifted his hand and honked the horn.

Virgil came out a few minutes later and got in the passenger side. "Hey!" he greeted. "How was your day?"

"It was fine, and yours?" Logan asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Pretty normal on my end," Virgil said, but then he trailed off.

The car ride was quiet the rest of the way, but when they reached the restaurant, Logan softened a little. They parked the car and made their way inside.

"Oh, hey there, guys!" the host greeted them. "Funny seeing you both here so late in the year!"

Virgil shrugged. "Yeah, well, here we are. Reservation for two?"

The host found the reservation and led the boys to their table, and Logan smiled a little more. Virgil couldn't have come up with the idea at the last minute if they had a reservation.

They sat at the table and ordered their usuals, and then Virgil perked up. "Oh hey, guess what I brought!" he singsonged. He reached into his pocket and pulled out two pens and a pad of sticky notes.

Logan grinned in spite of himself and reached for a sticky note. He took one of the pens and scanned the room, looking for things to write down. It was a game they always played when they went to Baire's Lair--a combination of I Spy and 20 Questions. They each had to write down three things that they saw around them, and then they would trade piles. Then Logan would put one of the things that Virgil saw to stick on the latter's forehead, and vice versa.

"Alright, you ready?" Virgil asked after a few minutes. Logan looked up and nodded.

"Okay then...time to trade!" Virgil announced. The two exchanged piles of sticky notes and looked them over.

Logan stared down at the notes in front of him. One of them was a green jacket that a man the next table over was wearing; another was the salt shaker that was right in front of them; and the last one was...a Miami State hat that someone on their other side was wearing.

His heart sank at that last one, but he selected it anyway. It was all that mattered at that point, after all.

Logan looked up and nodded, and he and Virgil both leaned across the table to put their respective sticky notes on each other. They sat back.

"Alright, so, you ready?" Virgil asked. Logan gave a thumbs up, so Virgil leaned forward and stroked his chin.

"Hm..." Virgil began, "am I all one color?"

Logan shook his head. "Nope. Mostly one, though. Uh...am I green?"

"No, you are not!"

The game continued as normal for the next few minutes, interrupted only by the arrival of their food. Virgil guessed his pretty easily, but it was a while before it became clear to Logan what was going on.

"Wait..." Logan said, "am I the Harvard sweatshirt that's on the coat rack over there?"

Virgil nodded cheerfully. "Yup! You've got it!"

"Huh. I guess we were kind of on the same page then, huh?" Logan choked out.

Virgil shrugged. "Eh, makes enough sense. It's only a few days off, right?"

Virgil's nonchalant behavior was starting to disturb Logan again. "Yeah...that it is. But hey, no sense in worrying about that, right?" He ripped off the sticky note and crumpled it. "We've still got a little over a day left, after all."

"Yeah, for sure," Virgil said, and Logan looked up, surprised to realize that the other's voice had cracked.

Logan glanced down at his plate and looked back up at his soon-to-be ex shyly. "Hey, um, do you want to maybe get a check or something? And then after that we could..."

"Go to the park?" Virgil finished. Logan nodded tearfully, and Virgil gave a half smile. After paying for their food, the two left to walk to the public park just a few blocks away from the restaurant. They found a patch of grass, moved a foot or so away from each other, and laid down for a while to stargaze and think.

After around half an hour had passed, Virgil got up to lay down next to Logan. Logan turned to look at him.

"I'm glad you're gonna be able to do such great things next year," Virgil said shakily. "Really, I am. And you should be proud of yourself for it."

Logan looked down and picked at the grass below him. He shrugged. "I know, I am. It's just...I'm gonna miss you."

"You are?" Virgil asked in disbelief.

Logan sat up and tilted his head. "Well, yeah, of course. Nobody at Harvard knows what I need when I get anxious at the store. No one there knows how to play our sticky note game. No one else has had an epic pillow fight with me or endured Mr. Spinner's wrath firsthand. And no one has seen me at my worst and decided to stick around anyway.

"And I know everyone says that I'll make new friends and stuff, but...I don't care, okay? It doesn't matter. They're all the same. Just faceless, pretentious blobs." He laid back down again. "But look, I'm happy for you too. I'm glad you're so excited about all this...at least one of us is, anyway."

Virgil's heart sank with guilt. "Logan, I...I owe you an apology for what went down yesterday. I thought I could trick myself into being happy and not caring. Because you're right, everyone around us is saying that."

"Well..." Logan began thoughtfully, "screw what everyone else says. Maybe they don't have the right idea. And maybe...maybe we had the wrong idea here in trying to live in the present this whole time."

"Yeah..." Virgil said. His lip started trembling. "But...we're okay though?"

"I think so, yeah," Logan replied. He outstretched his arms, and Virgil leaned in for a real hug this time.

Eventually, Logan pulled back. "Well, hey, there's still one thing left to do!" he pointed out. He stood up and extended his hand, and Virgil took it.

"That there is," he said with a smile. "So...your room, or mine?"

"Probably yours," Logan said. "We'll head back home and meet up in a few minutes?"

Virgil nodded. "Sounds like a plan," he said. The two walked arm in arm back to Logan's car, and had one last silent car ride home.

Shortly after getting home, Logan knocked on the Donovans' door for the last time, hiding his gift behind his back. Virgil opened the door.

"Hey...come on in," he said shyly.

Logan ducked his head and followed Virgil upstairs, but when they got to the door, Virgil paused. "Wait, one second..." He ran inside and got his own gift, and then opened the door again hiding it behind his own back. He nodded, and Logan came inside.

They sat down on the bed. "So...we'll share them on the count of three?" Virgil asked shakily.

Logan nodded, and they counted down. And then, as if they were hot potatoes, the boys both threw their gifts in the other's lap and glanced at one another sheepishly.

Logan looked down at his lap. As he had figured, Virgil had made him a multicolored scarf. He smiled and picked it up. "Oh, wow. This is really great. Thank you!" he said genuinely.

"Yeah, it's..." Virgil began. Then he turned red and chewed on his nail again.

Logan tilted his head. "It's what?"

Virgil looked straight ahead and started swinging his feet. "Well, the colors aren't exactly random. I mean, the colors themselves don't mean anything, but their order does."

"Oh yeah? And what meaning would that be?"

Virgil took a deep breath. "Well, I was thinking about how your messages for the week were in Morse Code, among other things, of course, and I wondered if I could do something with that for your gift, and I thought, what if each color represented a different thing? So the pairs of blue rows stand for dots and the pairs of purple rows stand for dashes. And the single black rows stand for letter breaks and the single gold rows stand for word breaks."

Logan smiled in awe, and examined the scarf closely. Virgil turned to look at him. "It's upside down," he clarified.

"Oh! Okay." Logan turned the scarf around and continued inspecting it. Finally he laid it in his lap and let out a high-pitched sound. "Logan and Virgil," he choked out.

Virgil nodded, and Logan leaned over to hug him again. "Thank you so much."

Virgil smiled. "You are so welcome. But hey, now it's your turn!" He picked up his gift, which looked like some sort of atom model made with the wires and styrofoam. "What exactly is this, anyway?"

"Oh, right, of course!" Logan lit up. "That's a Cesium atom. It measures seconds in an atomic clock. Did you know that one electron in the outer shell of a Cesium atom vibrates over nine billion times every second?"

Virgil raised his eyebrows. "Wow, really?"

"Yup!" Logan nodded. "That's the technical definition of a second, actually. Anyway, there are over 250 million seconds in eight years, and I multiplied those numbers together to get...two quintillion, three hundred nineteen quadrillion, one hundred ninety trillion, six hundred eighty-three billion, nine hundred eighty-nine million, seven hundred sixty thousand vibrations all together during the time that we've known each other. And that's the number that's written on the nucleus. Oh yeah, also I used rainbow beads for the electrons because, well, that's self-explanatory." He trailed off and looked away, but Virgil brought his face back around and kissed him on the nose.

"This is, without a doubt, the Logan-est gift I've ever seen in my life. And I mean that in the best way possible."

Logan broke out into a grin and sighed in relief. "Thanks, Virgil...for everything."

Virgil nodded again and shoved both of the gifts aside, and pulled Logan into the tightest hug he could muster. Logan reciprocated the hug and held onto his boyfriend for dear life, and they stayed that way the whole rest of the evening until they fell asleep.

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