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constantlyunlightening · 4 years ago

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Shoto NSFW Headcannons

I got some fun and naughty headcannons here for our boy, Icy Hot!

I dont even know if anyone was looking for these but Horikoshi made Todoroki such a character.

Is he being a little shit, or is his head empty? Is it both?

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Beats me but makes for some fun ideas. I’m half tempted to make a kinkier version of this if anyone is interested. :)

Click read more, only if you’re 18 years or older.

First thing, first, we’re talking about a 20+ year old Shoto here. He’s older now. He knows about sex and, while he isn’t a player, he isn’t exactly shy about it.

He’s actually pretty indifferent about it. At least, when he’s not interested in someone.

But when he’s into you, his thoughts on sex change a bit.

He likes the physical contact of it - of being close to someone he cares about. Of being close to someone who cares about him.

Boy’s more than a tad bit touch starved growing up in the household that he did.

So once Shoto started to touch you a little at the beginning of your relationship, it snowballed into a whole lot. Arms wrapping around your shoulders or your waist, leaning up against you while you’re busy with a task, hand holding, his hand resting on your knee or your thigh when you sit together, resting his head on your lap, the whole deal. And then, of course, sex.

Sex for the first time with you was a lot about Shoto finding your limits and boundaries. He’s seen the aftermath of being shitty to your significant other and he refuses to create a situation like that. He’s always careful with you, and sex is no exception.

Honestly, sex at first is a little too slow. Not boring by any means but, damn, Shoto, could you speed it up a little?

“You can go a little faster.” Your voice was verging on a pathetic whine as Shoto held your legs up in the air, driving each inch of his cock into you - inch by single fucking inch. Feeling that slow stretch in you was absolutely delightful, sure, but those slow ins and outs could only create so much of a build up. After each painfully slow thrust, you started to adapt. You couldn’t be satisfied by this teasing, mot when your body was clamping down and trying to suck him in deeper and deeper. You needed more and you needed it now. And if the way Shoto was throbbing inside of you was any indicator, he did too.

Your words had him pausing, halfway speared into that sopping hole of yours, and eyes of ocean and shadow were locked onto you with a heat so real you almost thought he was using his quirk.

You thought he was going to tip. You were prepared for him to pound into you any second now but he just stayed still, hands sliding over the curve of your bare thighs as he pondered over your words. Did he somehow forget what you were in the middle of? Why was he taking so long?

“Shoto?”

“How fast?” His voice finally broke out in a low octave that had your body automatically clenching. Oh, but that tone of his would be oh-so-better if he was drilling into you already.

“What? Just… faster than what you’re doing,” you assured him, your hips trying to buck back onto him but unable to push past the steel grip he suddenly had on your legs compared to the gentle caressing. And before you could pester further, a tiny cry of a sound escaped you because Shoto had answered your request and was slamming into you with enough force to crash the headboard against the wall. Over and over the sound echoed in the room around you as your body got the onslaught it was craving.

Your eyes were starting to roll back into your head when you heard him grunting out his next words - “-like this?” One more sharp thrust that drilled right into your center and he paused, letting his head stretch that part deep inside of you with the way he stilled. Your whimper escaped you just as he settled on a new pace that was, once again, much too slow for your needy body. “Or like this?”

“Shoto- just fuck me, already-”

“Be specific, baby.”

The rest of the session went like this too. Best believe he asks a lot of questions, especially in the beginning.

“Want me to go harder, baby? Deeper?"

"Where does it feel good?”

“Want to cum again?”

Hopefully you don’t get shy easy because he’s looking for specifics. He wants to know your boundaries, your limits and how to make you feel so, so good.

He’s going to learn you inside out. What makes you tick. What makes his baby feel better than anything. What makes them crawling back for more.

He’ll make you answer every single one of his questions with your body and your words and you better believe he’ll be fishing for the most erotic answers he can get out of you.

Oh, and if you do get embarrassed from his onslaught of naughty questions?

Good.

You’d never be able to tell from his usual poker face but he absolutely loves getting you flustered.

At some point, he’ll know exactly what your body needs to get off without asking questions. But if he knows if gets you all shy for him, he’ll ask anyway and play dumb.

Ever notice how Shoto lowkey says and does things to get under peoples’ skin? (i.e. almost every interaction he has with Bakugo)

Best believe he’s going to be doing stuff to tease you on the down low all the time.

And the worst part is, you probably won’t even know if he’s teasing you or not.

The whole Todoroki family has a similar theme of making you wonder “are they sarcastic? Or are they clueless?”

Shoto is no exception to this rule and his poker face is spot on.

He’ll tease you in public all the time too.

Wait until after a session of sex when you’re walking around in public a little funny.

“… Are you alright? You’re walking different.”

You won’t know if he’s being serious or if he seriously does not realize the effects of blowing someone’s back out.

He’ll be amused no matter how you react, but don’t worry, he’ll help you wobble yourself to the nearest bench like he’s your hero and not the reason you gait is off.

The bedroom isn’t off limits for his poker face but it’s a little more merciless.

Two digits dance on your tongue as Shoto looks down at you, letting his fingers tease your mouth while his other hand has his length pressing against your opening. “Come on. Tell me where you want this cock. I want to hear it from you.”

You could of glared at him, the way his tip poked against you without ever actually entering. He knew damn well where you wanted it, but he never once seemed any less serious as he repeated his question. The first time he had asked, you declared he knew what you were after and that response had these fingers curled into your mouth as a punishment. And now, even as he continued to prod against you, when you tried to actually answer his question, that’s when his fingers would dip down just enough to get you to muffle your words. Your answer was lost to his touch and an almost sympathetic look was tossed your way as Shoto quirked a brow.

“That’s not an answer.” This time he moved just enough to get his head dipped inside of you and just as quick, he was pulling right back out, leaving you to try and get out more protest through your makeshift voice muffler. That’s when you saw just the tiniest bit of a smile move onto the lips of your lover as he leaned down, lips grazing your ear. “Try saying it again for me?”

Speaking of teasing, Shoto is a brat

I’ll write anyone as a switch, but Shoto is a particularly good bratty dom

Meaning, he’s a dom who will purposely say or do something to get you into a spot that he can take advantage of. (With consent, of course).

He acts up a little to get you to act up.

He’ll let you steal his food but then kiss you because he decided he “changed his mind” and actually, “he’s hungry”

He’s also the type to hide your clothes for a bit and when you end up putting on any of his stuff, he’ll declare he needs it back right that second and he’ll help you get out of it.

All with a completely straight face.

“Shoto, are you serious right now?’

"Why wouldn’t I be? I need that shirt for today. Come here.”

One time, you two had a disagreement and you decided to give him a blow job as an “apology” and he has not let it go.

Obviously, he’d never force you to do something you didn’t want to but now when you say sorry, he’ll jokingly bring it up.

Is he really joking with that poker face though?

“I’m sorry, Shoto.”

“Yeah? Show me then.” *proceeds to motion to crotch*

Don’t worry. He won’t actually make you and he’ll forgive you regardless.

However, if you wanted too, then~

Hes not going to say no.

He likes it when sex is a bit heated and emotion fueled too.

He’s poker faced but very emotional (remember the time when Shoto got upset with his dad then proceeded to freeze half of a stadium?) and whiles he’s gotten better at handling his emotions now that he’s an adult, he still got lots of them, baby!

Is he feeling particularly loving? Then, if you end up having sex that day, expect some real passionate and sweet love making.

Is he irritated? Hard, fast and maybe a little bit rougher than he should be - he tried so hard to keep himself under control but he just got a bit too aggressive.

Feeling competitive? Oh, maybe you used that pretty little “make me” taunt and he is going to do just that. He takes it as a challenge and he has not lost his competitive spirit!

Along with him being competitive, keep in mind that if you give him oral, he’s going to return the favor as best he can and he’s going to try to make you cum more than he did, if possible.

He does have that pro-hero stamina though, so usually? It’s very possible.

Expect jealous sex too!

Shoto honestly didn’t even think he could get jealous but turns out when guys flirt with you, he absolutely does.

He trusts you completely and isn’t ever going to act out against you for it. He knows even if a guy does flirt with you, it’s one sided and you aren’t about to leave him. He won’t do much more in public than maybe wrap his arm around you, call you baby more, try and lowkey get the attention back on him. Nothing too insane.

It’s when you guys get home (or in private in general) when he decided to show up for you - let you know that he knows you better than anyone. He can make you feel better than anyone.

You were all of two whole steps into the door way when Shoto had his hands on your waist and was yanking you into your home, kicking the door behind you and then pinning you against it. Lips crashed down onto yours before you could get in a word and his hands were already trailing up your shirt, grazing over and up your sides. He was kissing you like a man straved and you were the first meal he had seen in weeks.

You tried to squeak out his name, hands tugging at the fabric of his shirt and causing his grip on you to tighten, squeezing at your body once he slipped his hands back doen to the swell of your hips. He was going to leave some finger tip bruises on you if he wasn’t careful, but you had an inkling that making marks was exactly what he was going for. Finally his lips were tugging off yours, but only to venture down your jaw and the column of your throat. “Shoto, whats gotten into you?” You finally manage as heat seeps it way to your skin and you tip your head back against the door.

He was a hero but the way his kisses and nips felt over you was criminal.

“He wanted you, you know.” Shoto spoke out in low vibrations against your skin, referencing the guy who had been flirting with you while you were out earlier. It wasn’t an accusatory tone, but it was spoken more like a simple fact before he tugged away and let his gaze connect with yours.

For a moment, as his eyes searched yours, you were reminded of a small animal that was craving attention; it was like he was asking for it when he looked at you like that. There was an urge to reach out and pet him, to coo sweet nothings and assurance into his ear and you would have, if he wasn’t already sinking down to his knees and you felt heat spike up into your core. “But I don’t want him. I only want you.”

“I know that.” Those puppy dog eyes were gone in the moment as he was knelt in front of you and already undoing the pants you wore with quick finesse. You swallowed slowly, feeling adrenaline kick up in your veins as he tugged them, and you underwear, down and away, his focus unwavering from the goregous sight before him - you. “That just happened to remind me how lucky I am,” his hand slipped over you rear until it tucked just under your thigh and he popped you up onto one leg as he got this one around his shoulder. Your back hit up against the door and you were reaching to grab at his free shoulder to try and gain your balance as best you could. His tongue dragging across you had a shiver ripple through your spine and you swear you could feel a smirk curving onto his lips as he buried his face between your legs.

You definitely heard that deep chuckle he gave, warm breath fanning against your skin. He loved how your body reacted, already trained to his touch, to his tongue. Your mind drifted to that starving kiss he had given you upon entering the door, and you couldn’t help but wonder if you were about to get the same treatment where he was at now. The gleam in his eyes as they darted up to you made you think yes. “Decided I had to show my appreciation.”

#Shoto todoroki #todoroki shouto #BNHA smut #BNHA #Todoroki x reader #headcannons #my writing #Threw some drabbles in there too cuz why not

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prose-for-hire · 4 years ago

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Dashing through the snow

12 Days of Christmas: Day two

Pairing: Cordelia Chase x fem!reader

Request: Hi! i have loads of Cordy ideas but I dont want to overwhelm you, so imma just send one! could i please have “How can you possibly look good with snow in your hair?” with Female Reader? Could i also have like a lil bit of angst? like they had a fight and Reader like makes it through a snow storm, because of course it snows on the hell mouth, and ends up at Cordy’s door

Requested by: @onehellagaykid

Warning: Some arguing/angst but a fluffy end. Reader is feeling low at the start of the fic.

You sighed, not listening when Cordelia pleaded with you to get out of bed and do something with your day. It broke her heart to see you feeling this way. But you just grumbled and turned over in bed, pulling the bedclothes back up over your head.

You were feeling a little low. You had definitely not caught the holiday spirit. You had been laid off. Just in time for Christmas. You had insisted that you wanted to find your own career, not just some desk job at a PI firm that your girlfriend had sweet-talked the boss into giving you. Cordelia insisted she knew him from where she used to live, that he was more of a friend who would be happy to help her girlfriend out. But you weren’t sure. Her boss (Angel, his name was) gave you the creeps. He was silent, pasty and you wouldn’t be surprised if he grew fangs one day and told you he wanted to drain the blood from your body. Needless to say, you assumed Cordelia and her boss worked for rich men that wanted to catch their twenty-something new partners cheating. Not demon-related-save-the-world-type cases.

You were a little cynical, unfortunately especially so at this time of year. It made it so much worse now you had lost your job. It wasn’t even a good job, which somehow made it sting more that you had been let go.

When Cordelia sees a problem with someone she loves, she tends to overcompensate. And, because of the time of year she had gone overboard with seasonal activities and tasks to make you ‘feel less bored’ around the house. She loved that you had moved in, you were the only person apart from the ghost that she actually liked sharing a home with. Having her girlfriend in her bed every night was bliss. However, ever since December came around she could feel your mood worsening almost by the day.

One morning, she left for work and asked you to make a start on some of the Christmas tasks. Suggesting a long list of ideas to give you something to do. It wasn’t right to her that you were just staying in all the time. She stopped short of just shaking you by the shoulders and telling you to cheer up already.

By the end of the day, Cordelia had fought two vampires whilst her mind being distracted by you the entire time. She was excited and kind of hoping that you could have takeout and enjoy the new decorations you had hopefully put up. You smiled as you heard her put the key in the lock, pleased that she was home. You had got yourself up and dressed a few hours ago, but you had become distracted and you really didn’t want to make paperchains. It was only really fun if you did it together. You had only started to enjoy Christmas again since you had started dating Cordy.

You leaned in to kiss her when she stepped through the door, but she moved slightly, looking at the bare room. She had been really excited and had hoped that you would have surprised her or something. You moved away from where you had tried to kiss her and looked at the ground slightly. The guilt was creeping in a little. It was only a small thing and you would usually at least humour her with the holiday decorations.

“You’re annoyed with me” You sighed as she stepped into the room further to see you hadn’t even made a start.

“It’s not as if you have anything else to do all day!” She said bluntly. This made you look up, your face set.

“I didn’t feel like it” you replied, your voice neutral. The only time you found the decorations fun was when you were with her.

“Yeah, well, you don’t feel like much right now. It’s like someone swapped out my girlfriend for the grinch” She cut in. You hadn’t spoken about the way you had just been doing nothing other than watching crappy daytime tv and trying to figure out why things moved during the day when it was only you inside. You had set up a camcorder but it mysteriously turned itself off instead of revealing the objects seemingly moving themselves. You hadn’t mentioned the way she had been irritating you by suggesting everything under the sun for you to do. And she hadn’t mentioned how much it worried and simultaneously annoyed her that you weren’t doing anything with your life.

“Cor, I just didn’t want to! You can’t just throw your Christmas crafts at me and expect me to suddenly feel better! Why can’t you just leave it!” you finally snapped.

“Fine. Okay! I will. I’ll leave then” she replied coldly.

“No- I didn’t mean that, I-” you put your hand on her shoulder but she swung around quickly at the sensation.

“What, you meant you wanted me to just stop what? Talking?! That’s, like, one of the only things I’m actually good at!” She shouted, the upset visible on her face although she bit back tears. This had been building up for a while between you both. But you hadn’t expected her to grab her coat and walk straight to her boss’ house though. But she did.

You had both cooled off from your agitation after a few hours and you were both now desperately sad. Missing the other. It was leading up to Christmas and you usually planned out little events to do together. You realised you really had been hard to be around lately. Just as Cordelia realised that her constant needling was reminding you about your situation. How you must wish you were doing something but you were struggling to keep up the effort.

She wished you would just take the job at Angel investigations. She would love to have you around more, she always found herself missing you during the day and she knew you would get on so well with the others. They had been so supportive after she came out to them and she knew for a fact that they would be there for you just the same. Plus, it would mean she finally had a way in to explain about demons as well. She just hadn’t found a way to tell you although she really wanted to.

You sat in the lonely room, a light snowfall had started but you didn’t pay attention. Nothing to look forward to now you didn’t expect her to come back any time soon. You were on the verge of tears as you scanned over the room. The full box of crafts and paper she had cut out herself for you to use. She was so thoughtful and what did you do for her? As you continued to scan the room, something caught your eye. The angel Cordelia had kept with her and put on the top of the tree every year. The last two years you used to wait for the weekend before Christmas day for you to spend the weekend and finish decorating together. She always put the angel up there with you.

Somehow as you were watching the flashbacks of your Christmas pasts with Cordy, it had started to snow heavily. The snowstorm was getting worse and worse, almost as if it were linked with your own mood.

You felt stupid. You missed her desperately. This wasn’t right, you were in love. And it was Christmas. You should have just made the paperchains. She works hard and you hadn’t even bothered to thank her for trying so hard to cheer you up. You had just snapped rather than explained that her repeating herself so often wasn’t helping.

You got up suddenly, zipping up your coat and grabbing the angel. You took a deep breath and ventured outside. You braved the elements and made your way with purpose through the streets. You skidded through the different roads trying to remember the way to the offices. You could barely see several steps in front of you. But still, you kept walking. Until your feet felt numb. The snow whipped around you as you trudged cautiously trying not to take a wrong step that would land you unceremoniously on your ass.

She was too important to you. Giving her this angel, in case she didn’t come back before Christmas, was something that seemed more important than breathing. Than being warm. You knew this meant a lot to her and you didn’t want her to be without it.

When you finally got to the office, you hesitated. Your fist hovering against the door. You really didn’t want Angel to come to the door. Even his Christmas decorations looked as if they had come from the 1800s. Eventually you just bit the bullet and knocked. You were numb from the cold now and almost completely wet through.

“Y/n? Did you walk here?”

“I… didn’t want you to have Christmas without this. She’s your favourite” You explained, taking the little angel out of your pocket to give to her. You were just now realising how ridiculous that sounded. You had walked all that way in a freak, probably curse-related snowstorm to give her an ornament she probably would have come to pick up if she was staying away longer. She knew that this was your apology and you could tell by her reaction that she was touched. She clutched the angel in one hand and reached for you with the other.

“How can you possibly look good with snow in your hair?” she said softly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear. You smiled at the ground at her compliment, it always meant more to when a compliment came from her lips.

“I’m sorry, I know you were only trying to help. But I just don’t think it’s a quick fix” You offered and she nodded thoughtfully.

“Me too” She replied softly. She wished she hadn’t snapped as soon as she did. She ushered you inside grabbing blankets and wrapped you up in them.

As you warmed up, you nestled into her. You told her that you would take the job at Angel investigations if it was still open. That you just wanted to spend as much time together as you could. As well as being able to afford your half of the rent too. And as if he could hear through walls, Cordelia’s boss knocked on the door and confirmed that you were welcome on the team so long as Cordy handles your training. He nodded at you. You shivered, and not from the cold, some leftover predator-prey instinct as he squinted at you and ducked back out again.

It was now Christmas eve and you were back in your shared home with your sweet girlfriend. Back where you both belonged. Your Christmas present that year, along with the other gift Cordy got carried away and bought you, was that you were informed that demons and vampires exist. The only upside was that you were right all along about Angel. When you told Cordy this she burst out laughing and hugged you into her on the sofa you were both sat on. The fire was on and the tree was now fully decorated complete with the angel on the top that Cordy had had since she was a baby.

You didn’t care about the stupid arguments, the squabbling anymore. You just wanted to be with each other over the holidays. She took your hand and circled her fingers softly in your palm before taking your hand properly. She then kissed the back of your hand tenderly as she smiled, gazing into your eyes as she did. You exchanged your love for each other, this moment only sweeter now you had aired your differences and made up. You cuddled into her, wrapping your free arm around her and settling against her. You left two soft kisses against her forehead before your eyes both moved towards the tv. You watched her favourite Christmas film and wished silently that moments like this would never end.

You were happy when you had her by your side again and you had hope for the new year now. Your new job did sound like something you would enjoy. And you knew you would be happy so long as you were by her side. She was your light. Your happiness. You had no room for cynicism in a moment like this. It was too perfect. She was too perfect.

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alloftheimaginess · 5 years ago

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Freedom (2)

Wordcount: 2519

Warnings: talks of suicide and depression.

DONT NOT READ IF YOU ARE ESSILY TRIGGERED

A/n: this was very hard for me to write and I’ve been struggling with it because I had to pull from real life events and so it was hard but I’m proud of how it turned out

Part 1

"You'll never take me alive" (Y/n) says as her and Peter play pirates and police in his room.

"I will take you dead then" peter says trying to sound serious which makes Tony and Steve struggle to keep quiet as they record from the doorway.

"Argh. You'll never take me dead" (Y/n) says jumping around the cushions that are on the floor.

"(Y/n/n) stop" Peter whines.

"You have to surrender" he says on the verge of tears and she stops.

"I decided that I'm ready to go to jail" she says. "Really?" Peter asks and she nods.

"Yes?" She asks and he pulls out the handcuffs. "Just do it already" she fake cries bringing a smile to her brothers face and she turns to see her dads in the doorway and she sends them a huge smile before putting her attention back on peter.

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to (y/n), happy birthday to you" The Avengers sing to the 6 year old girl whose grinning from ear to ear, Peter following closely behind Steve as he carries the cake into the living room. Steve sets the cake down and sits down beside her picking her up slightly so she can blow the candles out. Tony recording everything.

"Did you make a wish princess?" Nat asks smiling down at the girl.

"Yes, but auntie Nat if I tell you it's not going to come true" she says giggling.

"You are the best at keeping secrets" she says laying a hand on the small girls cheek. "Cake time?" Tony asks from behind the camera and (y/n) nods frantically.

"Cake time!" she says agreeing with him as she pulls Peter up onto her cushion so they can share the cake.

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"Merry Christmas princess" Tony says running into (Y/n)'s room waking her up by tickling her and she laughs.

"Merry Christmas daddy" she says her voice quiet and hoarse and Tony picks her up.

"Merry Christmas papa" she says smiling at Steve who's behind the camera before she lays her head on Tony's shoulder.

"Merry Christmas baby" he says smiling at her. "Is Peter woke yet?" She asks perking up.

"We are going to his room next" Steve tells her and she asks to be put down and Tony sets her down and she runs out the room wanting to be the one to wake Peter up.

"Merry Christmas Petie" she says jumping on the bed and Peter starts to whine.

"I'm sorry Petie but you have to get up. Let's go open gifts" she says and Peter sits up and she helps him out the bed pulling him into the living room.

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"We have (y/n) and Peter here" Steve says recording them on their first day of school. "What grade are you going to (Y/n)?" Steve asks and (Y/n) smiles at the camera.

"I'm going to third" she says doing a little dance causing Steve to laugh.

"What grade are you going to Peter?" He asks. "First" Peter says holding up one finger and (y/n) starts dancing towards the camera singing one of her millions of made up songs.

"Papa, I can see myself" she says as she gets up on the camera.

"Are you guys excited for school?" Tony asks and Peter and (Y/n) both start screaming, running around the front yard like headless chickens.

"I'm super excited, next week, we uh next week we get to. Next week we are going to have around the world" (y/n) finally gets out.

"You sound super excited for it" Steve says.

"I am, it's the first year petie can walk with me so we can do it together" she says staring directly in the camera wide eyed, causing tony and Steve to crack up.

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"This is my papa Steve and my daddy Tony, they just got back from a super top secret mission doing super top secret superhero stuff" (Y/n) says recording them as they walk into the house.

"Hi" steve says grabbing the camera from her, turning it on her.

"And this is the beautiful (Y/n), looking as beautiful as ever" he says and she turns away hiding her face. "Look at her blushing" he says and she covers the camera the best she can with her small hand.

"I love you" she says laughing and it goes black.

Peter watches the home videos over and over just to see if she's had a moment where her emotions faltered but so far they haven't and that makes him feel even worse because when she showed something was wrong with her, he brushed her off.

"Hey pete, you should get some sleep" Tony says causing him to jump and he turns around.

"I can't make sense of it" Peter says and Tony moves the movies off of the sofa to clear a seat next to Peter.

"I think she left us what we needed to understand in her letter" Tony says softly trying to get through to his son like he has been for 6 months.

"I can't read it until I know that she was happy, that this wasn't something to add up over her whole lifetime" he says looking at the screen just in time for something to catch his eye and he grabs the remote rewinding.

"There" he says standing up and going to the tv.

"Watch" he says pressing play and he slows it down just enough for Tony to catch what he's pointing to and it's a video of (y/n) on her 10th birthday and she was sitting there upset until she seen Steve walk out with the camera and then she perked up to her old self just like in all of the home videos.

He quickly changes it out and puts in her 11th birthday and it's the same thing except she's in the background of Peter being recorded, obviously going through something.

He switches video after video getting the same thing and he switches to the video of the day (y/n) went to college and that's when it breaks him, that's when he knows it's been there all along but everyone was wrapped up in themselves to notice that you were struggling and it kills him.

A sob escapes his lips as he sets the remote down knowing that he could have saved you but he was too wrapped up in doing the things every teenager does. He’s mad at himself because his spider senses didn’t tell him that something was up. They didn’t tell him that he lost his sister.

“Hey, it��s going to be okay” Tony says swallowing hard at those words.

“How can you say that? How can you stand here and tell me that it’s going to be okay? Why are you just pretending that nothing even happened. You and dad don’t even talk about it anymore it’s like you completely erased it from your memory and moved on. You don’t even care about her!” Peter screams, the dam of emotions he’s built up, breaking in a matter of seconds.

“Because it has to be!” Tony yells back and Steve runs down the stairs.

“We have no choice but to let it be okay or it’s going to kill us” Tony yells just as loud.

“You think I’m okay? You think I’m not struggling. I lost my first born, my baby Peter, you don’t think that it’s have any effect on me? You don’t think I have nightmares every night of finding her? You don’t think I want this pain to go away just as much as you do? Peter I am miserable but I have to raise you so I can’t constantly be down about it because if I do you are down a father. I loved your sister more than anything and every morning I struggle getting out of the bed but then I hear you make a noise and I know I have to get up every morning for you. Don’t try to tell me I don’t care. Don’t you dare say that, losing a child is one of the hardest things anyone has to go through and for you to say that when I had to watch my daughter get lowered into the ground, it hurts and I know you’re grieving still, we all are Pete but that doesn’t mean you can snap at me because I’m not grieving in the way you want me to” Tony says calming down.

“Pete” Steve pipes up, getting both of their attention.

“I was where you were right after it happened. Late nights, early mornings. I was going through her stuff, reading her journals, going through her text messages. I just wanted an answer, I wanted to know why she did it. Why she didn’t try to come to us and what happened that pushed her to it. But there isn’t one answer” he says crying, just like Peter and Tony.

“There’s a million tiny little answers and this needs to stop before you dig yourself into a hole so deep you can’t get out. Read your letter Peter and let that be enough for now, let it allow you some peace because peace is what we all need right now” he says picking up the tv remote.

“This isn’t what we need, we don’t need to be doing this because then we’ll only start to remember the negative instead of the positive” he says pointing to the tv and then he turns around, his breath catching in his throat when it’s the video from before you went to prom and you were twirling around the house in your dress and he watches it.

He watches as you grab Peter, much to his dismay and force him to ballroom dance with you, the whole room falling silent as they watch how gracefully you move.

“I’m sorry” Peter pipes up, not being able to keep quiet anymore.

“Don’t be” Tony says turning his attention away from the tv.

“You’re having a hard time and I would expect nothing less, just try to come to us. Let us know when it’s bothering you so we can help you” Tony says and Peter nods, turning his attention back to Steve and they both go over pulling him in to a hug.

A few days later

Peter sits down on his bed, the letter you left for him held firmly in his hands, waiting to be opened and he carefully opens it and pulls out the 8 paged letter, covered in writing on front and hack.

Hey Peter don’t be mad at me. I know if I was still there you would call me stupid and we’d argue until we both started laughing, forgetting what we were even arguing about in the first place. I just want you to know that this is not your fault no matter how much you think it is. When I came to you, it wasn’t to see if you cared, it wasn’t a confirmation of if I should do it or not. It was me allowing myself to vent and I’m not mad, I understand what it’s like to want to hang out with your friends and my love for you remained the same.

Petie. That’s so weird to write because I haven’t called you that since you were eight. The first time I seen you, I knew you were going to be my best friend and I was right. You are my little brother, my best friend, the first person that I truly loved besides dads of course, the first person I had to learn to love and was so glad to have in my life. Don’t stress yourself out trying to figure it out. There’s no point, it’s not just one thing, it’s everything. You, and dads were the lighthouse in my darkness called life for so long but then I started floating further away from you guys and I floated so far away I could no longer see the guiding light, I was alone, It was cold and dark and it became too much.

I don’t blame anybody but myself and I hope you understand that you did not do anything to push me over the edge. You were always there for me, allowing me to do stupid shit to you even when you didn’t want it because you wanted me to be happy. I was living but I wasn’t alive. I died a long time ago emotionally and mentally and my physical body just caught up to that. I didn’t mean to cause anyone any pain and I know I did, I know this will.

Knowing you, you aren’t reading this right away and it’s been some insane amount of months and you’re reading it super late at night but because you’re petie I expect nothing less. I know how much you’ll miss me and I don’t know what happens after this, but I just want you to know that I’ll miss you too and I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for any pain that I caused and am currently causing. There’s a false bottom in my bottom drawer, I left something in there for you and I know you’ll never take it off.

Okay this letter is getting super long and I kinda want to end it so I’m going to end it on this note. You are the best little brother anyone could ever ask for, you have brought sunshine into my life since the day you entered it and I want you to use that shine to shine on the rest of the world. Tell Ned that I love him so much, almost more than I love you. Nah I’m just kidding but he’s definitely been a brother to me and I’ll always love you both. The eighth page is a letter I wrote for Ned so I need you to give that to him. I would have separated it but I ran out of envelopes so I had to stick it with yours.

You’ll always be my number one and no matter what I’ll always love you and I hope you can do the same and not be angry with me for leaving you. I love you so much Peter and I hope you enjoy the picture I drew for you on the back of this because it took hours.

Peter flips the page over to reveal a stick figure drawing of you and him, he’s in his Spider-Man mask and you’re in the biggest pair of glasses and you drew the arms to make it look like you were hugging him and he laughs, his tears hitting the paper and he quickly wipes them away drying the paper the best he can and he separates Ned letter, folding it up for him and he stares at the picture a little longer before folding up the letter and putting it in his drawer, feeling a lot better than he has for the past six months.

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eremika-forever12 · 5 years ago

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|| Drunk In Love : Eremika Drabble ||

Flushed & drunk, Mikasa trips over someone laying below her....with drowsy eyes she finds out its Sasha laying completely flat on the ground blabbering something in her sleep....

Suddenly Mikasa started to feel all funny as she started to giggle slightly!

Ah This Wine....It is doing something to her stomach & her throat! Did she have too much of it?

Well Whatever....Its doesnt feel bad....its just she feels she is floating in some air!

Mikasa could feel....her eyes were on verge of shutting but instead she rubbed her eyes vigorously as she jumped over Sasha trying to not wake her up....

In attempt to do so she lost her balance and fell on ground with thud.

Mikasa groaned a bit as she muttered to herself- Ah my...Ass! This....is so...

Suddenly she realised she just fell infront of Eren who was laying on ground with eyes closed.

Was he sleeping? Mikasa wondered with her drunk eyes.

She realised her face was so close to him as she laid flat on the ground.

Mikasa grinned to herself while staring at Eren- Eren....There You Are! Looking handsome as ever!

His face was so close to her that she could feel her cheeks getting Warm!

She could see his slight open mouth as his eyes remained close....must have just passed out from being drunk!

Mikasa just couldn't help but stare at his face intensely as she remembered What he told her few hours back or more appropriately what he asked her!

The moon light fell on him.....making his face shine brighter as she remembered his words...

“ Why Is It....That You Care So Much About Me?”

“ What Am I To You?”

Mikasa ears got redden a bit....back then she couldn't answer honestly!

All she did was stammering in front of him & hesitantly told him that he was family to her!

Mikasa could be drunk as hell but her brain was still functioning in proper way....thats what she thought!

Mikasa lightly touched Eren's hair as she wondered Was she honest with him? At that moment? More importantly Is she honest with herself?

Mikasa dragged herself a bit crawling more closer to Eren....

She could smell his aura now...

Why did she lie back then? Why cant she just confess to him for once and all! How much he matters to her! How much she feels for him!

Mikasa could feel her eyes closing but no she cant sleep now....no matter how much her head was whirling!

She wont get such chance again in her life....being so close to Eren....stare at him whole night while he being unknown to her deep stare!

But today at the moment, her heart started to feel heavy! She felt a huge burden of emotions wanting to erupt all of a sudden!

Her eyes beemed with tears as she breathed heavily close to Eren’s cheeks.

He seems in deep sleep looking adorable as hell...

Mikasa muttered in low tone as she looked at him being all drowsy- Eren....I wish I could....just froze this....moment....with you!

She stammered as she continued- is....nt? The night.....so....cold....so...br...eezy? But beautiful?

She slowly puts her one hand on his shoulder as laid properly close to him....

Mikasa sighs as a tear unknowingly trickled down her cheek as she stared at him....feeling all dizzy...

Mikasa in low voice- I have to confess something to you....Very important! I know....you...wo..nt be listening but still I would say....as I need to release the heaviness from my chest! I wanna....be honest....with you....back then...I couldn't....couldn’t blurt out the truth....

Suddenly Eren's eyes stirred a bit unknown to Mikasa as her eyes were already closed but she kept on murmuring- You....are....You are not My....Fam...mily...Only! These feelings were....burried deep down me....since....we were small....Eren I Just Want To Say....I Always.....

Eren eyes shot open widely as he stared at the sky....

Eren's POV

My Head Hurts Badly!

My Throat Is Dry....With The Feeling Of Need Of Water!

I Feel Restless....

More Importantly My Heart....It Aches So Much! I Wonder Why!

Even Though I apparently dont feel drunk even after drinking so much!

Which is not wierd but Today I feel like Alien To Myself!

I could see my friends passing out after being completely drunk while I Just remain unaffected still trying to consume more of alcohol!

But nothing was working.....

The Pain In My Heart Was More Than Anything....

What Is Happening To Me!

Is it because of What Mikasa answered!

Well wasnt that obvious? I was indeed family to her....but then Why....

What was I hoping for?

Ah....A Last desperate chance....to feel myself worth of living....worth of being loved....

I tried to search that last hope in her....I knew what she was going to say anyway still I wished it was a different answer...

I dont know about her but lately I did start to see her in different light....

Something more than a family...I cant comprehend the feeling but it is something beautiful!

The sight of her face was a beauty to me & a sense of purity in me!

Dont know from when it all started....I started to like her in a different way....I dont know what exact word it should be....Love? Perhaps? Ahhh Me & Love! Funny it is!

I am not the person who deserve to be loved but I still hoped....if she also saw me in that different light! Or was indeed just I was a family to her!

I am hurt maybe by her answer....but perhaps its for best! She deserves better anyways! Not a monster like me!

Ah what am I even talking! I dont feel well again....I need rest , some silence from this chaos....

But I want to memorise this last moment with my friends....Ah Armin he already passed out! My eyes searched for Mikasa again....& I could see she was still drinking with Sasha being all flushed!

I smiled to myself as I laid on ground trying to find some peace by closing my eyes!

All I could see was Mikasa......

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Everything is dark....I have no idea where I was at the moment....was I in my future memories! Or is it something of Dad! So hard to concentrate....I could hear chattering all around me!

Where am I? Am I Sleeping? Having some dream?

I could smell.....alcohol breath near me....

Probably from my coat....No wait someone is near me....I can feel it...

The breath touching my face....someone is saying something.....

The voice is so low....I could feel touch on my hair as the voice neared....

Mikasa? Is that you? Yes its you....I can always identify you voice but Why do you sound so unclear!

I could hear her saying “ Eren....Eren”

Her voice sounds so sexy all of sudden....Wait I think this is a dream!

“ I wish...I could....just froze this....moment....with you! “

Wait What? What is she saying? Her voice sounds heavy!

A hand on my shoulder....she placed her hand on me....her breath was more heavier now! Is it real? Is she really beside me? My head spins badly....I want to open my eyes but What if all these is a dream! I dont want to break this dream! I never get to see such dream with so much real feels!

I could hear her voice again....she is continuously blabbering something and I am having hard time to understand it!

“ I wanna....be honest....with you....back then...I couldn't....couldn’t blurt out the truth....”

Heyyyy What!!!!! What Truth? What is she talking about?

The voice has begun to reduce....but I could hear clearly now...

“ You....are....You are not My....Fam...mily...Only! These feelings were....burried deep down me....since....we were small....Eren I Just Want To Say....I Always.....”

Is she....Real? I Opened My Eyes At Once....I was so blank....I could see stars infront of me in the sky...

“....I Always Loved You “

My Heart just skipped a beat....

I turned around slowly to the side from where the voice is coming and I found myself facing her completely....Our faces so close....My nose lightly brushed with her forehead....a current passed down my spine as I moved a bit back....feeling heat rushing to my cheeks...

Her eyes are closed....She passed out from being drunk....but she was still muttering something in her sleep....and Whatever she spoke right now was all real but difference is she was not in her senses....

I found myself staring at her for a while....she looked so calm....and beautiful while being asleep...

And I noticed a trail of dry tear along her cheek on one side....Was she crying?

I hesitantly touched her cheek....

As she suddenly spoke in her sleep making me alarmed- Eren....I will...always...Love You Till End....! I dont know about you....But....My....Love Will...Follow...You...Anywhere YOU GO!

Her voice was low but I heard it all...My heart was heavy! My eyes beemed with tears...

I brushed off her hair strands away from her face without trying to wake her up....

She Just Told Me Even Though In Her Sleep What I Wanted To Hear Back Then....

She felt What I felt! Her feelings are same for me just mine are for her!

She wont even remember What she said in her sleep! Was it fair? Well maybe Yes! I dont deserve to be loved after What I am gonna do....

I felt tears welling up in my eyes....

I will be leaving Tomorrow....keeping everything behind....

The sadness is back inside me....I couldnt confess her back, maybe I wont be able to do it ever....As everything will change from tomorrow....

I dont know what the future holds after What I am going to do! Probably everything wont be same and I dont expect it to be....I stared back at the sky!

I got everything tonight....What I needed most before I start my final Mission!

I turned back to look at Mikasa who was now fast asleep as I smiled sadly & whispered- I LOVE YOU TOO MIKASA!

P.S So This Was A Small Shot On Eremika Moment Chapter 123😂 I Badly Want Something Like This Which Might Have Happened Back Then So Decided To Write It Down Myself😂 Hope you guys like it. Like, Share & Comment.

#eremika #eren yeager #eremika fanfic #eren x mikasa #shingeki no kyojin #snk fandom #mikasa ackerman

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miguel-manbemel · 5 years ago

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Aspects & Fanfics Ep. 33: Who Dares Enter the Library!?

Here comes a new episode of this fanfic inspired on Sanders Sides by Thomas Sanders and Joan S. It is the first episode after “Selfishness v. Selflessness Redux”. I had this episode finished since last Wednesday. I didn’t want to release it yet as I wanted to get over with the Eurovision thing first. But in the meantime, the episode was released and [SPOILER ALERT, DONT READ FURTHER UNTIL YOU’VE WATCHED THE SANDERS SIDES EPISODE] we got Deceit’s name in it. Of course I wanted to include it in the fanfic as soon as possible, and it was fortunate that this episode features a scene where I could fit in the revelation more organically, and I added an extra scene featuring that revelation. As you know if you’ve followed the story for some time, it’s been ages since this fic got away from canon. It only follows the canon up to Embarrasing Phases, then later a little bit of Selfishness v. Selflessness part 1 was retconned in the story. But the rest is completely ignored in this story, if something canon had to be added, like Remus, it was added with an alternate fanon storyline totally different from canon. That means that Deceit’s name revelation won’t be a mimic of the canon, it just wouldn’t have fit in. I hope I could make justice to the revelation in this alternate universe. And with this said, let’s go with the episode, which I hope you enjoy. Until next time.

SYNOPSIS: Since Logan said goodbye to Patton, he hasn’t shown up in the Mind Palace. That was three weeks ago and Thomas has started showing signs of losing his capacity for logical thinking, and he’s also started losing pieces of knowledge that he had well learnt and secured in his mind. Deducing that Logan’s physical integrity may be compromised, Patton has to break his promise to Logan and tell them what happened, and they all will have to follow him through the front door in Logan’s room to wherever he’s gone, to check if he’s all right and rescue him if he needs to.

WARNING: There’s a slight horror scene featuring a chase by a monstrous creature. Lots of romantic logicality and dukeceit. There’s also a scene where one of the main characters is on the verge of death.

EPISODE INDEX

[Thomas is in the kitchen, cooking something]

THOMAS: Okay… Oof… if only I remembered where was the recipe for these pancakes… I think for one person it was… eleven eggs, one cup of flour and eighty tablespoons of sugar?

[Thomas adds these measures into a bowl, then tries to mix it but the resulting syrup becomes impossible to work with]

THOMAS: I guess it wasn’t. And I was thinking on going on MasterChef to boost my popularity… Gordon Ramsey would bake me if he saw my cooking expertise right now…

[intro sequence]

THOMAS: And what’s weird is that I was going so great with my cooking learning, and I suddenly lost it. Maybe it’s stress or something, I don’t know… But what I know is that Patton would kill me if he saw this mess… [face of realization] Wait, maybe Patton can lend me a hand. He’s become a top chef with breakfast cooking. I hope he can help me, I’m gonna need it if I want a proper breakfast. Patton! Patton, could you come here, please?

PATTON: [rising up] Hi, Thomas. How may I… [noticing the mess in the kitchen] what… is going on here, kiddo? Did the blender go crazy or something? Or are you trying to blend in with the kitchen, somehow? Cause you’re covered in… whatever you were trying to make.

THOMAS: I know, sorry, I made a mess in the kitchen and I need your help.

PATTON: But Thomas, I thought you were becoming an expert on cooking, especially… pancakes? Is that what you were trying to make? But… kiddo, you already have plenty of experience with pancakes, you make them at least twice a week. You should already know this recipe by heart.

THOMAS: I know, Patton. After so many times making them, one would think that I would have learned how to make them. But for some reason, I can’t, Patton. I’ve just turn into a mess of a cook.

PATTON: Well, I can help you with the recipe if you want.

THOMAS: That’s exactly why I called you, Patton, any help is appreciated with these pancakes.

[Roman, Virgil and Chris rise up]

ROMAN: Did someone say pancakes?

THOMAS: Morning, guys.

VIRGIL: May we join in, Thomas? We haven’t had breakfast yet and I’m in the mood for a family gathering.

CHRIS: Me too. Besides, I never tried pancakes before.

THOMAS: Well, you’re in for a treat, then, Chris. I love them with any kind of topping, but the best is motor oil without a doubt.

[All the Sides look at Thomas with a face of disgust]

ROMAN: Thomas, are you okay? What you have just said doesn’t make any sense. Motor oil on pancakes? That’s disgusting!

CHRIS: Not to mention poisonous. It sounds as if Remus had suddenly possessed you… Yuk.

THOMAS: What? It totally makes sense to me. The most logical topping for pancakes is grease oil pancakes. Everybody knows that.

PATTON: Um… no, kiddo, you’re obviously wrong and that is not… [face of realization] logical… at all… [low voice] Oh no…

VIRGIL: Is there something wrong, dad?

THOMAS: Yes, Patton, what’s the matter?

PATTON: I… I had promised Logan that I wouldn’t tell you but…

VIRGIL: Speaking about Logan, where is he? I haven’t seen him in ages.

PATTON: Neither did I, son. Neither did I… For the past three weeks I haven’t seen him. And he made me promise I wouldn’t tell you, but… something’s wrong with him, I can feel it. I have to break my promise and I hope he’ll forgive me.

CHRIS: What is going on, granddad?

THOMAS: Yes, where is Logan?

PATTON: He wouldn’t tell me, Thomas. The last time I saw him, he was so concerned, so worried… He told me he had to go somewhere and he had no choice. He made me promise that I wouldn’t tell you and that I wouldn’t follow him, if you had heard how seriously he ordered me not to do that… Then… he gave me a kiss, a kiss that was full of angst and despair, as if he knew there was a chance that was gonna be his last chance to kiss me forever. Then he left through the front door of his room and locked the door behind him. I’ve been tempted to break my promise myself several times, but the door is locked, so I couldn’t open it without asking for your help, and I couldn’t tell you, so… I’ve been so worried ever since. Concern would have kept me awake every night. I only fall asleep because you do, Thomas. But despite sleeping every night, that hasn’t given me peace, cause I’ve been having horrible nightmares all these nights. Nightmares where Logan calls for my help and I don’t pay attention to him.

THOMAS: [a little angry] No wonder you’re having nightmares! You should have told me, Patton. Logan should have told me he was going away. Of course it’s so hard for me to follow recipes and perform logical judgments. My sense of logic is out of reach.

PATTON: That’s what scares me the most. He told me he was entering autopilot mode so that you wouldn’t have any problems in that regard. Something must have happened to him if not even autopilot can keep your logical functions intact.

ROMAN: Maybe we should go after him. Maybe he needs our help.

PATTON: [nervous with a face of full angst] But he was strict about that. He didn’t want us to go after him, no matter if he took a long time to come back. I really wish to do as you say, Roman, but what if, by doing so, we put Logan, or us, in danger? I… I don’t know what to do. God help me, I don’t know what’s right or wrong anymore!

[Virgil hugs Patton]

VIRGIL: Worrying is my job, dad. Please calm down.

PATTON: I’m sorry, Virgil, it’s just that… he could be in danger because I waited too long to call for help, and on the other hand, I’m also betraying his trust because I told you and I’m willing to go after him when I promised him not to do so. Whatever I do, it makes me feel guilty, and it’s a horrible feeling.

VIRGIL: I’m so sorry you’ve had to go through this all alone, dad. But you’re not alone anymore, so please, calm down. Breath like I taught you… remember, 4, 7, 8…

PATTON: Okay… thanks son.

ROMAN: Okay, while Patton does the breathing exercise, I think it’s time for an emergency meeting. We should call the others.

THOMAS: You’re right. Logan, Deceit, Remus, Honesty, could you come here please!?

[they all rise up, except Remus who pops up and of course Logan who doesn’t show up at all]

PATTON: [after breathing out for eight seconds and before breathing in for four seconds] Why did you call Logan? Obviously he’s not gonna answer.

THOMAS: I know, sorry, it’s the habit. I always call Logan in a meeting like this. It’s so weird having to tackle an emergency without him.

DECEIT: Where is Logan? What is going on here?

ROMAN: [motor mouth] In short, Logan is gone, we don’t know where he’s gone other than he’s gone through the front door in his room and he asked Patton not to tell us, forbidding him and us to follow him. But now Thomas is losing his sense of logic and now we think Logan could be in danger, so we’re pondering the possibility of following him to wherever he’s gone despite the fact that he seriously instructed Patton not to do so. [takes a deep breath] Is that clear?

DECEIT: Sort… sort of… I think… When did Logan go away?

PATTON: It was the very same night you two started dating.

REMUS: Three weeks ago, then? What could Nerdyman be doing out there for so long? I mean, I’ve had long wild parties in my life just like anybody else, but that’s the wildest party I’ve ever heard about!

HONESTY: Whatever it is, it is important or dangerous enough that he didn’t want us to mess about with it.

PATTON: I myself don’t care about the danger on myself. I just wanna go with him and check that he’s okay. But I don’ have the heart to ask you to follow me.

THOMAS: Of course we’re going with you, Patton. We all care about Logan too and certainly we’re not leaving you alone anymore.

CHRIS: Logan is my someday-to-be-grandfather-in-law. He’s my family just as much as you are, so you can count on my sword and shield to assist you, granddad.

ROMAN: Same on my part, Patton, my samurai sword is at your service.

VIRGIL: And I’m not leaving you either dad. We’re doing this together.

HONESTY: Logan risked his life in order to find a way to save mine. Of course I’m willing to return him the favor if he needs me.

DECEIT: He speaks for both of us, right Remus?

REMUS: [a little hesitant] Well… [after Deceit frowns at him] Of course, if it’s important to you, it’s important to me. Count on my Morningstar to assist you, Catboy.

PATTON: [a little emotional] Thank you so much, my wonderful kiddos. I love you all so much.

THOMAS: Of course. Now, enough talking. You said he left through the front door in his room, so let’s go to his room now…

PATTON: First, eat something, Thomas, you didn’t even make your breakfast and you can’t go anywhere with an empty stomach. [pulling them out] Here, I just made some cookies. I have cookies for everyone. It’s the only thing I’ve been doing for the past three weeks since it was the only way I could distract my mind.

THOMAS: [grabbing some cookies] Thank you so much, Patton. I’ll eat them on the way.

PATTON: Also, take these paper towels and clean yourself a bit. It’s impractical to go on a mission like that.

THOMAS: Thanks, dad… Now, if you’re ready… [waits, but Patton doesn’t interrupt him anymore] Okay, let’s go, guys.

[The gang sinks down, then they rise up in Logan’s room]

THOMAS: Well, here we are… wow, I’m starting to feel back to normal right now, all my knowledge of recipes has suddenly returned to my head. And I’m feeling so stupid right now over making such foolish mistakes with the pancakes…

HONESTY: Maybe it’s because now you’re physically closer to Logan and his influence reaches you better from his room.

THOMAS: Maybe… Okay, so, we need to go through the front door. [Thomas goes to the door and tries to open it, but it’s locked. He looks through the peephole] I can’t… I can’t see anything other than a weird indigo light, like some sort of bright fog… What the heck is out there?

PATTON: I don’t know, Thomas. None of us know what lies ahead of the others’ front doors, except Roman’s and Remus’ which is of course Sandersia.

THOMAS: So each of you have a different place outside of your front door? What do you guys have?

PATTON: I don’t think it’s the right moment to ask, Thomas. Let’s focus on Logan’s door for the time being.

THOMAS: Okay… Well, the door is locked, as you said, Patton. How do we open it?

PATTON: We cannot, Thomas. You, as the Mind Palace’s owner, are the only one who can summon a key that can unlock this door.

THOMAS: But I usually can’t summon things. That’s a thing usually only you, the Sides, can do.

PATTON: This thing in particular, you certainly can. Just imagine it in your hand and wish for it to be there with faith and conviction, and the key will come to you.

THOMAS: Okay, I’ll try…

[Thomas rises his palm, then grimaces as he looks at it, as if he was struggling, his face even goes red. In a matter of seconds, a small key appears on his hand]

THOMAS: [happy] It worked! I did it!

REMUS: Yes, you did it, but… next time, Thomas, there’s no need for you to put a face as if you were constipated on the toilet. I enjoyed the view, though, it was funny.

THOMAS: [frowning at Remus] Thanks, Remus, I’ll remember next time… Okay, time to open the door. I hope this key really works.

[Thomas inserts the key in the keyhole, then turns it and the door unlocks perfectly]

THOMAS: Yep, it worked. Let’s go, then…

[Thomas opens the door. Outside, he can only see the same indigo bright fog, although he sees a point of light in a distance]

THOMAS: That looks like a lighthouse of some kind in the middle of this fog… Okay, guys, that light seems important, so we’ll go straight there. It’s impossible to see in this fog, so don’t spread out, I don’t want anyone getting lost, got it?

PATTON: Got it, Thomas… But how will we get back?

THOMAS: We’ll leave the door wide open, so that the light inside can help us find it on the way back, although I hope we have Logan to guide us back when that moment comes.

[Thomas and the Sides get through the door. Then they all walk in a line towards the light. As they get closer, they realize the light comes from a huge dark building, tall and wide beyond view]

THOMAS: What… what is this place? It’s huge, I can’t see where it ends. Look, the light is just over a door… and there’s a sign on it. It reads… “Library”. Library? This is a library? What kind of library, and why didn’t Logan ever mention it?

[Thomas tries to open the door. It opens easily, and they’re greeted with a view of huge, endless shelves full of books in all directions. Thomas and the Sides enter the building]

THOMAS: So… so many books, but what’s in them?

[A huge tempest-tongue-like voice with a robotic touch, like the autotune or Cher effect, is heard]

VOICE: WHO DARES ENTER THE LIBRARY!?

THOMAS: Who… who’s there?

VOICE: I’m the Librarian and you are trespassing! This place is forbidden to you, so begone right now!

ROMAN: Forbidden? There are no forbidden places for Thomas. He’s the owner of the whole Mind Palace, whoever you are!

LIBRARIAN: FOOLS! Thomas especially shouldn’t be here! This place is dangerous for him, much more for all the rest of you! Begone, now!

THOMAS: I refuse to leave until you show yourself! Let us see you!

[A dark figure appears walking on top of one of the selves. At first they don’t recognize him, then Patton’s face lightens up]

PATTON: Logan! Is that you, Logan!? Thank God you’re fine, I was so worried!

[but Logan doesn’t answer. Soon Patton’s happiness turns into horror when they can see his face clearly. His eyes are two bright burning lights of an indigo color, and his skin is pail and gray. It’s like he’s become a mixture of his human form and his robot-puppet form]

THOMAS: Logan, what happened to you?

LIBRARIAN: I told you I’m the Librarian. I’m the owner of this place and this is my sanctuary of knowledge. Do not touch any of the books for all the knowledge of whatever has happened in your life, as well as your plans for the future, is written in these pages, and if you damage just one single book, you could be destroying invaluable knowledge from your own mind, with disastrous consequences. So, once again, begone.

THOMAS: If you’re not Logan, then where is he?

LIBRARIAN: Logan is part of me, he always was, and forever will be.

PATTON: What do you mean? Where is he?

LIBRARIAN: Logan and I are two faces of the same coin. We’ve always existed together. He always calls me when he needs some kind of knowledge or fact in your mundane conversations and I provide it from inside of him. Who do you think that gave him the power to inspect your memories by touching you? It was me. I’ve been watching him, witnessing how he’s been degrading himself little by little, seeing how much your emotional mess of a world has corrupted him. Now, he even thinks he’s in love. So disgusting. But I’ll take care of cleaning him up from these useless distracting thoughts. Under my control, he’ll turn back into what he always should have been, the clean emotionless logical aspect of Thomas, the only way he can be useful to anyone.

PATTON: Don’t you dare!

THOMAS: Who gave you the right to decide in someone else’s place what is good or bad for them?

LIBRARIAN: I know Logan better than anyone else. I know what’s best for him and I’ll make him do it even in spite of him if I must.

THOMAS: Seems you don’t know him so well if you want to push him back into his old life of denying his emotions. I won’t let you do this. The brain must always be connected with feelings.

LIBRARIAN: What an abhorrent aberration! Brains and feelings must never mix up. It’s disgusting and I won’t let it happen!

PATTON: Why don’t you let Logan speak for himself!? We want to speak to the real Logan, right now!

LIBRARIAN: Well, I guess I can let you say your last words to him… Be quick, though, every second I’m in touch with these feelings makes me sick.

[the lights in Logan’s eyes disappear and Logan looks at the others]

LOGAN: Patton, guys, what are you doing here? I told you not to follow me! I didn’t want you to see me like this!

PATTON: I know, Logan, but I had to, Thomas was getting affected by your absence, cause your autopilot is switching off. Please don’t be mad at me.

LOGAN: It’s okay, I understand, and I’m not mad at you, but this is too dangerous for you! I didn’t want you to go through this! This is a fight I should have done on my own!

THOMAS: If you knew this could happen, why did you come here in the first place?

LOGAN: I had no choice, I have to come here at least once a year to upload my new knowledge into the library, or else I would get overloaded and incapable of getting new content for you, and also your logical functions would be compromised if my memory bank got overflown. But I knew that here the Librarian that’s always been inside of me would be heightened to a point where he could take control of my whole self, and I always knew he wasn’t happy I started a relationship with Patton. I could feel him rebelling against it inside of me, and I knew he’d take his chance when I had to come here. I tried to fight him, but here, he’s too strong. I may be losing the fight… but he’s not in full control yet, though. I’m still fighting him. Although since you’re here, I could use some help from you, guys.

THOMAS: How can we help you?

LOGAN: You must… [his eyes start glowing faintly and Logan starts struggling to speak] …you must find the indigo book… it’s the only book in this library… that can help me right now…

THOMAS: The indigo book? But this place is huge, how can we find it among all these millions of books?

LOGAN: [still struggling, as the lights flicker in his eyes] Find… the catalog in the center of the Library… it will tell you… where the indigo book lies… you’ll find everything you need to know in its pages… Hurry up, please… I don’t know how long I can resist… Help… me… Patton… I… lov…

[the lights start glowing as bright as before and he stops struggling]

LIBRARIAN: Why do you insist on making this more difficult for yourself and your friends? I’m doing this for your own good, Logan! Stop fighting me! [to Thomas and the others] And you, don’t you dare listening to his words. I won’t let you get to the catalog! I’ll stop you by force if I have to!

THOMAS: It will not be so easy for you. [whistles as if calling a pet dog] Remus?

REMUS: [excited smile, would have wiggled his tail if he had one] Yes, Thomas?

THOMAS: Do you wanna have fun?

REMUS: [hopping] I’m always ready for fun!

THOMAS: [as if he was telling a dog to fetch a toy] Then go get him! But don’t overdo it. Remember that it’s still Logan’s body, don’t cause him any permanent damages.

REMUS: [pulls out his Morningstar and jumps off-screen towards the Librarian] Yeeeha!

THOMAS: Good boy! The rest of you, come with me. We need to get to the center of the Library and check the catalog while Remus distracts him. Let’s go!

DECEIT: Be careful, Rem!

REMUS: [off-screen singsongy voice, the sound of the Morningstar is heard bumping on something several times] Okay, sweetheart!

[Thomas and the Sides run away into the Library, going through the corridor past shelves and shelves]

ROMAN: This is so huge. How far is the center anyway?

PATTON: I’m not used to run for so long… I can barely breath.

VIRGIL: Keep going, dad… We don’t know for how long Remus will be able to keep the Librarian distracted. Maybe he’s started chasing us already.

THOMAS: If the center was too far away, Logan wouldn’t have sent us into this mission. He knows it’s possible, so we must keep going, guys.

DECEIT: It’s easier said than done, though…

[a voice is heard around the whole building]

LIBRARIAN: I command you to come back immediately! Or else I’ll make you pay for this, like your stupid green guy has just paid!

DECEIT: What? What has he done to Remus!?

HONESTY: You don’t wanna know, Dee! Keep running or you’ll go through the same fate, whatever it is! We’ll think about that later! He’s obviously chasing us right now, and who knows how fast he runs!

THOMAS: Look, guys! There’s a round room over there! Maybe that’s the center!

[Thomas and the Sides reach to that room. It has a round shape and many corridors like the one they came from end there. In the center, there’s a table with a huge folder. Thomas approaches the folder, trying to recover breath after the long run. The other Sides stand on the entrance of the corridor they came from]

THOMAS: This must be the catalog Logan talked about… Now what?

PATTON: Open that folder and look inside.

[Thomas opens the folder and reads the first page]

THOMAS: It’s an alphabetical index with the topics that are inside these books, with coordinates to find them.

PATTON: Then search for the indigo book Logan mentioned.

ROMAN: [pulling out his samurai sword] We’ll cover you up while you’re searching, Thomas. Hurry!

CHRIS: [pulling out his sword] I was waiting for the day where I would fight alongside you, father.

ROMAN: So did I, son, it will be an honor to share this battle with you.

[Thomas turns to letter I for indigo. Thomas keeps browsing through the different topics starting with letter I until he reaches the key word]

THOMAS: Here it is… but there are still several topics containing the word indigo… let’s see…

ROMAN: There he comes… [horrified, looking at what approaches them, which is not featured on screen] my goodness gracious… what’s that thing!?

CHRIS: It looks like a horrible creature… like one of those Eldritch abominations that appear in horror stories… Is that monster the Librarian!?

ROMAN: Whoever or whatever that is… we must buy Thomas some time… Let’s go get him!

CHRIS: I’m right with you, father!

[Roman and Chris charge towards the creature, sounds of fighting are heard off-screen]

THOMAS: Indigo book! There it is! Patton, grab some of that paper and that pencil to write the coordinates. Ready? Corridor R… Side C… Block P… Shelf F… Book R… Page M… Page? Why marking a specific page from a book in a catalog? Oh, whatever… Did you write it down, Patton?

PATTON: Yes, Thomas, everything.

[Thomas and Patton look around the room]

THOMAS: You see? Each corridor has a plate with a letter identifying it, and each side of the corridor has another letter identifying it… Here, this is corridor R. The left side has a C and the right side has a B, so it has to be on the left side of this corridor. Let’s go, Patton, before it’s too late.

VIRGIL: I’m going with you too, just in case you need protection. [to the other Sides] Guys, hold on as much as you can.

HONESTY: We’ll try, Virge. Now go.

[Thomas, Patton and Virgil enter corridor R, looking at the left side of the shelves. Every few shelves there’s a letter, starting with B, only omitting vowels]

PATTON: These must be the blocks. We must get to block P, so let’s get moving. If there are no vowels, it is the twelfth block.

[Thomas, Patton and Virgil run through the different blocks. After some running, they get to the block with the letter P]

THOMAS: Okay, the indigo book must be around here. My, there are so many books in this block…

PATTON: It’s good we got all the letters from the catalog to find it faster. It was shelf F. The lowest shelf is B, so it’s the fourth shelf starting from the bottom. And it’s the R book. Each book has a label on the spine with a letter on it. Again, no vowels. B… C… D… F… G…

[Honesty reaches them running]

HONESTY: Guys, you better hurry! Deceit asked me to go warn you when Roman and Chris started getting exhausted. The creature is too strong and they’re running out of strength to fight.

THOMAS: We almost have it, Hon…

[A huge yell is heard from the distance, then they hear ferocious beastly growling sounds approaching them]

HONESTY: That was Dee! The creature must have defeated them! And now it is heading this way! Hurry up!

PATTON: P… Q… Here it is, R!

[Patton picks up the book from the shelf and gives it to Thomas. At that precise point, the growling suddenly stops and there is a tense silence]

HONESTY: Where… where did that thing go? He was almost here!

VIRGIL: This silence is even worse than the beastly sounds…

THOMAS: Maybe it’s because I got the book and he’s afraid to damage something important for him if he attacks us upfront. Look, there are several bookmarks in the book, each with different letters. Again, no vowels… What is it with this place and vowels? What letter was it, Patton?

PATTON: It was M.

LIBRARIAN: [from the top of the shelf they got the book from] Stop right where you are! Don’t open that book! You’re gonna doom us all!

THOMAS: I hope you don’t expect us to believe you, Librarian. I bet the only one to be doomed by the book is you!

VIRGIL: You, monster! What have you done with our friends!?

LIBRARIAN: I didn’t kill them if that’s what you’re thinking! I just rendered them unconscious and expelled them out of the Library back into Logan’s room!

VIRGIL: Yeah, right, and you needed to turn into a beast just to do that!

LIBRARIAN: I was just trying to scare you out of here, I don’t want you to mess everything up!

THOMAS: Here it is. Bookmark M.

[Thomas opens the book]

LIBRARIAN: [distressed] I said don’t do that!

THOMAS: Or else, what? You’ll turn into a beast again and “scare” us all? Go ahead and try, if you don’t care about ruining any of the books, that is.

LIBRARIAN: Fine… suit yourself. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.

[Thomas reads the page. Then, he shows a face of shock]

LIBRARIAN: I warned you.

PATTON: What’s the matter, Thomas? What’s in that page?

THOMAS: Patton… we can’t do this… it’s too dangerous.

PATTON: [snatching the book from Thomas’ hands] Let me see this! [Patton reads aloud] Should the Logical Side lose control of the Librarian, the only way he can regain control back is for the Light Master to force him into total inhibition until all signs of life are gone from him, then bringing him back to life. It acts as a reset action that would restore him back to normal. During inhibition, if the Logical Side didn’t put himself in autopilot mode beforehand, Thomas could lose his logical thinking capacities and become completely demented until inhibition is reverted. Autopilot prevents this from happening. Fair warning though that if not performed correctly or inside the window time of five minutes after total inhibition, the Logical Side would perish permanently. Should that happen, a brand new Logical Side, completely unrelated to the old one, would immediately be generated from the Mind Palace Core to assume Thomas’ logical functions. [Patton looks at Thomas with a face of horror] This… is so dangerous… Logan could literally die.

THOMAS: And I don’t know how to do this. Logan was the one who advised me on how to use my Light Master powers and I can’t count on him to help me. Without him, I’m lost. And I don’t have the heart to put him in danger.

LIBRARIAN: Give it up. If you try to do this, you’ll kill Logan. Let me take care of him. I assure you I will treat him right in this Library. He won’t even miss you when you’re gone and he’ll be fine, as long as I tell him what is fine for him.

PATTON: Falsehood! [Thomas and the Sides look at Patton in shock after hearing Logan’s trademark word on Patton’s lips] With you controlling him, he would be nothing but your slave! If you really cared about Logan, you would let him live his life the way he wants, with me, with all of us! Because we’re the ones who would really treat him right, just by letting him be himself. You just want to mold him to your own idea of what Logan should be, no matter how shoehorned that idea may be. It’s that fake Logan you care about, not the real one. You’re just jealous of his happiness because you can’t understand feelings at all! You’ll never be able to understand love or hate, happiness or sadness, and because of that, you will always be inferior to Logan! No matter how powerful you think you are, without emotions, you are nothing! Thomas, we must do this.

THOMAS: Patton, are you sure? We could kill him! It’s too big of a risk!

PATTON: While he’s the slave of that thing, he’s as good as dead anyway, eternally suffering after his yoke. This creature is even worse than the Dark Master himself. At least the Dark Master had a basic understanding of feelings, even if he used it for evil. I will not have Logan going through that hell. We must set him free, one way… or another, however painful it may be.

THOMAS: But I don’t know if I can do this.

PATTON: Thomas, I have faith in you. You have already learned enough of your Light Master powers to do a great deal of things and you’ve become really powerful. Maybe you don’t believe in yourself in that regard, but I do believe in you. Just enter Light Master mode and you’ll know what to do. I’m rooting for you, kiddo.

[Patton gives a father-like kiss on the forehead to Thomas and the brightest comforting smile he can come up with given the circumstances. Thomas gives a slightly emotional smile to Patton]

THOMAS: Okay, I’ll do everything I can. It’s good that Logan had entered autopilot mode beforehand. At least he had the vision to do that.

PATTON: Or maybe his intuition told him this could happen and he wanted to be ready. Which is a proof that even Logan has faith in you. He knew that you have what it takes to save him. If you don’t want to trust me, trust him.

THOMAS: [sighs and closes his eyes] Okay… [opens his eyes, they’re now blue] Then let’s do this.

LIBRARIAN: No, I demand you to…

THOMAS: Be quiet, Librarian! I’m the one who demands you to release Logan, right now! This is your only warning, leave him in peace or be ready for the consequences!

LIBRARIAN: Never! He’s mine now! You don’t have what it takes! I’m not afraid of you and I’ll never set Logan free!

THOMAS: You asked for this, then. I said, get out of him, now!

[Thomas points at the Librarian and it’s as if an invisible hand pulls from him and throws him down from the top of the shelf, falling on the ground]

THOMAS: Get out of Logan’s body, right now!

[the Librarian’s body starts shaking violently]

PATTON: The power of Patton compels you!

[everyone looks at Patton]

PATTON: Sorry, I got carried away…

[Thomas keeps pointing at the Librarian. His violent convulsions slowly start getting weaker]

LIBRARIAN: Stop! I’m getting weak… I’m losing myself… I don’t wanna go… Please… I beg… [singing weakly, his voice slowly gets weaker and weaker] Daisy… Daisy… Give me your answer do… I'm half crazy… All for the love of…

[the singing and the convulsions stop, then, the bright eyes slowly turn off and Logan’s skin loses it’s gray silvery tone, to be replaced by white pail. Logan looks weakly to Thomas with a peaceful expression, he mouths a “thank you” without strength to emit any sound, then he gets still with that same expression of peace looking at Thomas, as if he had just died]

PATTON: Logan!

[Patton jumps to Logan’s body]

PATTON: He’s cold as marble stone! I think he’s dead! Now, you have to revive him, quickly! Five minutes starting now!

[Thomas starts struggling. For the next two minutes, nothing happens]

VIRGIL: Oh, God, I hope he can do it…

PATTON: He can do it! Come on, Thomas! Logan, if you can hear me somehow, fight to come back! Please, don’t leave me!

[Thomas still struggles. Then, a white spark comes from his hand and lands on Logan’s chest. He has a violent convulsion. His skin recovers some color for a second, then reverts back to pail]

PATTON: Something happened there. You can do this, Thomas. How long do we have left?

HONESTY: [looking at his phone] Less than two minutes.

[Thomas struggles even harder. A spark bigger than the previous one jumps from his hand and hits Logan. He has another violent convulsion. He breaths for a second, but then stops breathing again]

PATTON: Let me help you, Thomas. Perhaps the energy of two can be strong enough to bring him back.

[Patton kisses Logan’s forehead, then approaches Thomas, touches his shoulder and concentrates. A light blue aura surrounds both of them. Thomas emits another spark, this one of a light blue color and dramatically stronger than the previous ones which impacts on Logan. This time, he starts having continuous convulsions, as if he was being electrified]

PATTON: Come on, Logan. Fight for me… Don’t leave me alone…

[the convulsions keep going for two minutes, then he stops shaking. There are no visible signs of life from him]

PATTON: Lo… Logan?

HONESTY: The time is up. The five minutes are gone.

[Patton looks at Logan with a face of horror and tears start falling down his cheeks]

PATTON: This can’t be! Logan!

[Patton runs to Logan and holds to him, crying]

THOMAS: [Also crying, his eyes have turned back to brown] I’m sorry, Patton. I swear that I tried my best…

[then suddenly, Logan starts coughing and struggling to breath, and Patton quickly retreats. The coughing stops and Logan opens his eyes weakly, then notices Patton next to him. Patton is too stunned to react]

LOGAN: [weak voice] I was… I was being dragged into the Mind Palace’s Core light… when an angel approached me… an angel with a blue polo shirt, a gray cat hoodie around his shoulders and a bright heart that shone into his chest, so full of love it was overwhelmingly heartwarming, it could compete with the Core itself in brightness… He told me he still needed me and grabbed me back…

[Patton starts laughing and crying like a baby at the same time, not able to say anything coherent, then hugs Logan, who weakly hugs him back]

VIRGIL: [crying emotional, his tears are black due to the eyeshadow] Thank goodness… Thank goodness…

LOGAN: [his voice is a little stronger, but still weak] Thank you, Thomas. I owe you my life… I knew if I lost control, only you could save me.

THOMAS: It was my pleasure, but I didn’t do all the work. I couldn’t have done this without Patton’s help. He’s the one who has really saved you.

LOGAN: I love you so much, Patton… When I was subjugated, the thing I feared most was for that love to get corrupted and lost… it was the only thing I didn’t want to lose, your love and the capacity to love. I didn’t want to turn back to what I was before… not ever…

[Logan tries to get up, but he finds it hard]

THOMAS: Hey, relax, buddy. Are you sure you can get up? You have just returned from death. Maybe you should rest for a while.

LOGAN: I don’t want to get up, I…

[with some difficulty, Logan first sits down, then puts himself on his knees and grabs Patton’s hands]

LOGAN: Patton, you are the man of my life. I don’t want to live my life with anyone else but you.

PATTON: Goodness…

LOGAN: I’m sorry I didn’t have time to get an aurum ring with a piece of a pure carbon crystal on it, but I hope my feelings for you are equally valuable for this proposal. Will you marry me?

[Patton smiles widely, a smile that could compete with the sun in brightness]

PATTON: Of course I will, Logan. Of course I will!

[Patton kisses Logan, then they both hug. Logan seems to lose stability due to the effort so he holds on Patton]

LOGAN: I’m so happy now. I’m sad I’m not strong enough to show you right now, but I am…

PATTON: Don’t worry, my heart can show happiness enough for two. Now, rest. Here, lie on my shoulder.

[Logan lies on Patton’s shoulder while Patton pets his hand sweetly]

HONESTY: [to Thomas, whispering] Hey, you, the chemical engineer… What did Logan say he wanted his ring to be made of?

THOMAS: [emotional] A ring made of gold with a diamond on it, of course… I’m so happy for you two…

VIRGIL: Okay, guys. It will be best if we get out of here now.

LOGAN: You don’t need to worry anymore, Virgil. The Librarian as you knew him no longer exists, he’s been, sort of… formatted, and now I’m the one controlling him. He won’t be a cause for trouble anymore and this place is safe again.

VIRGIL: Glad to hear that… but still, we should go back to your room right now. I wanna check that the others are fine.

[Virgil summons a wheelchair]

VIRGIL: Here, obviously I wouldn’t make you walk all the way there in your condition, sit on that and dad can carry you.

LOGAN: Sounds good. And don’t worry too much, Virge. I saw everything the Librarian did and he didn’t kill the Sides. At least in that regard, he was true. But you’re right, we should check they’re in good shape, so let’s go.

[Patton and Virgil help Logan stand up and sit on the chair]

PATTON: Are you comfy here, my love?

LOGAN: If you’re by my side, I’ll be comfy anywhere.

PATTON: I didn’t know you could be so romantic.

LOGAN: Now I have no hindrance to express my feelings. But don’t get too accustomed to it. At work, I’ll still be wearing my necktie of seriousness, cause Thomas will need me to be serious.

PATTON: That’s fair. I’ll get to enjoy the sweet version of you all by myself.

VIRGIL: Are we ready to go?

THOMAS: Just a second, guys, let me replace the indigo book where it was.

[Thomas puts the book on the shelf. He notices a piece of paper that has fallen on the floor]

THOMAS: What’s this?

LOGAN: Thomas, don’t read that. It is a piece of knowledge that could get damaged if you manipulate it. Just put it back on its shelf.

THOMAS: I don’t think it could do any harm, it’s just a little note…

[Thomas reads the note]

THOMAS: Oh… wow…

VIRGIL: What is it?

THOMAS: It is a note that apparently belongs to the indigo book. It must have fallen when we got the book in a hurry. It’s an appendix related to the process we’ve just followed and some secondary effects related to Logan.

LOGAN: [sighs] I didn’t want you to read that cause I didn’t want you to worry about me. But I said that knowledge can’t hurt you and I’ll stand by it. Tell the others.

THOMAS: It says that, should the process be performed, the Librarian’s reset will mean that the Logical Side will lose his capacity of examining other Sides’ memories or transmitting his own memories to other Sides through touch.

LOGAN: Yes, I lost my capacity of examining you. But… it’s okay. It was a price I was willing to pay. A small price, indeed, for my freedom to love.

THOMAS: It also says that, in time, these abilities would progressively return to the Logical Side, but it’s unknown how long it would take for him to get to same level he had prior to the reset, it could range from days to years. Also, intuition may be temporally compromised to a degree, although this effect is expected wear off faster. All the rest of his cognitive functions will remain intact. I’m sorry, Logan.

LOGAN: It’s okay, Thomas. Don’t worry. At least it seems it won’t be permanent. And besides, if I couldn’t count on my hands anymore to help, I’ll use what I’ve always used best, my brains. We’ll be fine.

THOMAS: Okay. I hope so.

LOGAN: Now, let’s go home. We have a wedding to start preparing, right?

PATTON: Right. And this time, there will be no Dark Masters to spoil it.

VIRGIL: I hope so.

[Thomas puts the note inside the indigo book, then they all head back to the front door through a shorter path, guided by Logan. When they reach the door, they realize that the door has changed and now looks like Thomas’ front door. After opening, they discover it does indeed lead straight into Logan’s room, and the fog they had to cross earlier is gone. In Logan’s room, they find Roman, Chris, Deceit and Remus lying down on the couch, unconscious]

VIRGIL: Guys! Are you okay?

[Virgil runs to attend his husband and son. Roman is the first to wake up, but he pretends to stay asleep, putting his lips on kiss position, like waiting for Virgil to kiss him and wake him up]

VIRGIL: [sighs with a smile of relief] You, royal dork. [kisses him] Okay, done, I gave you a true love’s kiss to wake you up, sleeping handsome. Happy?

ROMAN: Your kisses will always make me happy, my love… [he rises up and shows an expression of pain] Ow, my head.

VIRGIL: Are you okay?

ROMAN: Everything hurts… but I’ll survive. I’m sorry I couldn’t do more.

VIRGIL: You’ve done more than enough, Roman. Look who’s here with us thanks to your bravery.

ROMAN: Oh, Logan… Are you okay?

LOGAN: I’m okay. Thanks to you all, guys. I’m sorry I made you go through this.

ROMAN: It’s okay, that’s what fam’s for, right?

[slowly, the rest of the Sides wake up too]

REMUS: That guy took me by surprise… he suddenly turned into this beast and without fair warning he hit me and… I don’t remember anything else. If I had known, I would have released my tentacles to match theirs.

DECEIT: That creature was not terrifying at all…

LOGAN: It won’t cause any more trouble, thankfully. Now, since you were out when it happened, I want to announce to you all the news.

CHRIS: What news?

LOGAN: I have asked Patton to marry me, and he said yes.

CHRIS: [his face lightens up] Really!? I’m so happy! At last I’m gonna be able to call you grandfather for real!

LOGAN: And I’ll be proud to have you as grandson, boy.

REMUS: Um… Can I say something?

THOMAS: Wow, it’s the first time you ask for permission to say something, are you sure you didn’t get badly hurt by that beast? Okay, I was kidding, go ahead.

REMUS: I know that this is your moment and all that jazz, Logan, but, you’re planning a wedding and I thought that… it would be a shame to waste a ceremony just on one couple, when you can use it to join two couples, right?

DECEIT: Remus? What are you trying to say?

REMUS: I was thinking that… it would be great if we could kill to birds with one stone…

THOMAS: Of course Remus would be the first Side to use that saying…

REMUS: …and you married me the same day Logan and Patton married, in the same ceremony, a double wedding. If you accept me, of course, and if Logan and Patton don’t disagree.

DECEIT: But we’ve been dating only for three weeks. You didn’t even ask me to marry you, Remus, and you’re planning our wedding already?

REMUS: Well, it was just an idea that flashed through my head, and you know that I always say what goes through my head like that, especially when I really want to say it. So… what do you say, Dee? Will you marry me?

DECEIT: I… I don’t know… I mean, to be honest, we barely know each other. You don’t even know my name and…

REMUS: Well, that has an easy remedy. My name is Remus Sanders. What is your name?

DECEIT: [nervous smile] Wow… It’s been ages since I last shared my name… You remember well, right Virge?

VIRGIL: How could I forget? You opened yourself to me and trusted me your name. I wish I could have been able to correspond that act of trust.

DECEIT: But you have. You’ve kept the secret all these years and I thank you for that.

IRGIL: I did not even used it when we were both alone. It felt to me like profaning something sacred, you know?

DECEIT: Well, it’s not like you couldn’t have used my name in private with me. I’m no deity for my name to be revered as such. After all, that’s what I revealed it to you for.

VIRGIL: Okay, but still, your name inspired me such sensation, like I could break something if I spoke it aloud. Back then, I didn’t understand myself why… Now I think I do. You trusted me your feelings with that name and I didn’t want to break that trust in any way. I wish I would have understood earlier these feelings behind that revelation, Dee. Maybe things could have been different between us.

DECEIT: It’s not your fault, and besides, [looking at Remus] that’s probably how it was meant to be, after all. [sighs] Still, though, back then you were my only friend in the Dark Realm, the only one with whom I felt comfortable enough to share that secret. But when you were so oblivious about my feelings for you, in a way, I felt heartbroken, and I decided to hide my name ever since, because it reminded me of that moment. And that’s silly because you can’t run away from feelings just by avoiding using your own name, that’s stupid… Eventually, I had to face these feelings anyway, with our without my name in the equation.

VIRGIL: I’m so sorry I made you feel that way…

DECEIT: And now that Remus has asked me that question… I suddenly realized that I really wanted to answer it. In fact, I suddenly realized that I don’t have any reason to hide my name anymore. If there was a time where I felt belittled and useless and thought that I had to put a shield around myself to act all tough, hiding my true self from the others… that time has been gone for a long time now. I’m among friends now and I really want to break whatever is left from that shield and be myself. So, I’m gonna share my name with all of you, guys.

[everyone looks at Deceit in expectation. Deceit sighs, then takes a deep breath and speaks]

DECEIT: My name is Janus.

[there’s a silence in the room. Then they all smile at him]

THOMAS: It’s an honor to meet you… Janus.

JANUS: Wow, it feels so weird… it’s both a sensation of relief and ickiness… I don’t know if I’ll be able to get used to you calling me by my real name.

VIRGIL: Yeah, I know the feeling…

THOMAS: We’ll call you however you want. Your name is Janus, but you will always be our Dee in our hearts. I like your name, by the way.

JANUS: [smiles emotional] Thank you, Thomas.

HONESTY: If I may speak…

JANUS: Oh, are you going to…?

HONESTY: Yes. I’ve always known your name too, Janus, at least since we got unlocked from each other. Not surprising bearing in mind we share the same memories and for a long time the same body. I never revealed your name cause I knew how much it meant to you, and in solidarity with you, I also avoided revealing mine. It’s curious that even when we didn’t know about each other, I still didn’t want to reveal my name. Maybe back then you had an influence on me of some kind, who knows. The point is, that now that you’ve shared your name, I also want to share mine.

ROMAN: Oooh, what a day of revelations…

THOMAS: Roman, sush! Go ahead, Hon.

HONESTY: [with a posh British accent] Well, ladies and gentlemen…

ROMAN: What ladies…?

HONESTY: It is an honor to announce to all my beloved family members that my name…

[again, everyone looks at Honesty in expectation]

HONESTY: My name is Ian.

[everyone looks at Ian]

VIRGIL: I like that name.

THOMAS: Nice to meet you too, Ian.

IAN: Thanks, guys.

LOGAN: Oh, I think I understand the logic behind your names…

THOMAS: What?

LOGAN: Ian and Janus have been sharing the same body for a long time. They’ve been a Side with two faces. There is a deity in the Roman pantheon whose name is Janus, a two faced god that took charge of beginnings and endings, transitions and passages, and presided war and peace. That explains a lot of Janus’ name. And Ian… could very well be based on Ianos, the Greek version of the Latin Janus. It makes sense that, being the same Side in origin, they also share the same name origin, even if it came out in a different form for each.

IAN: Hadn’t thought about that. I only thought it looked cool to have a name so associated to British culture. Ian Flemming, creator of James Bond; Ian Chesterton, one of the Doctor’s first companions in Doctor Who; Ian McKellen, one of the best British actors and worldwide actors in general ever…

JANUS: Yes, it’s a cool name. I’m glad that we both share a name in a way, brother.

IAN: I’m glad too.

REMUS: Well, now that the introductions are over… Janus, I’m still waiting for an answer.

JANUS: [beat] Well, I told you that I don’t like weddings, remember?

REMUS: But you were lying… [voice of concern] right?

[Janus chuckles]

JANUS: Of course I was lying, you fool. I’ll be happy to marry you. What do I have to lose, anyway?

REMUS: Wheee! [Remus grabs Janus and spins around with him in his arms, they both laugh. Then Remus kisses Janus] I knew proposing was a good idea!

PATTON: As for marrying together… it’s okay by me, if Logan is not against it.

LOGAN: No, I’m not against it. It’s a family gathering after all, and you were right. It will be good to save resources and perform a single ceremony to wed two couples at once. So I’m okay with it too. It will make it even more special for us.

JANUS: Thank you guys.

ROMAN: I’m happy for all of you. And look at this, I’m gaining two new family members. Logan becomes my father-in-law and Deceit… I mean, Janus, becomes my brother-in-law. How much happy can a prince get?

[they all start congratulating the couples, while Thomas looks at the camera]

THOMAS: Well, all’s well that ends well. Until next time, take it easy, guys, gals and non binary pals. Peace out!

[ending card]

[days have passed. Roman is in the royal castle of Sandersia, talking to his brother Roland]

ROMAN: …and this is all that happened.

ROLAND: Wow, Roman. You get adventures even without looking for them. I hope Logan is okay.

ROMAN: I would say that it’s the adventures who get us, but yes, you’re right, and Logan is much better now after these few days of rest… So, I was thinking if we could use the royal castle to perform the weddings.

ROLAND: [nervous] Oh, well… I don’t know if it’s a good idea. Of course, you’re the royal prince and your word would be my command but, still, I don’t think it’s a good idea.

ROMAN: Why? When I married we used the royal castle and, except for the Dark Master crashing the wedding, everything went just fine.

ROLAND: That’s different, you are the Royal Prince of Sandersia, therefore your wedding was a royal wedding. It was more than appropriate to perform it in the royal castle. But your friends are not royalty per se. It would be against protocol.

ROMAN: Well, Remus is my brother, and a duke, that’s nobility at least, and Patton is my husband’s father, he could be considered consort royalty too.

ROLAND: As I said, your word is my command and I’m just a regent prince… I’ll obey your instructions now and always.

ROMAN: Something makes you uncomfortable and I think it’s not protocol related. What’s wrong? Forget that I’m the Royal Prince of Sandersia and all that pompous stuff and speak to me, from brother to brother. Give me your real opinion and what you really want.

ROLAND: Well…

ROMAN: Come on, I’m your brother. You can trust me anything that bothers you and your honest opinion is important to me.

ROLAND: Okay… I’ll be honest with you, and I’m sorry. I have no problem to perform Patton and Logan’s wedding here… but I despise the idea of performing Remus’ wedding in this castle. I don’t wanna do that if I have a choice.

ROMAN: Oh… I should have known it was related to that.

ROLAND: I still don’t understand how you could have let him get so integrated in your group. Have you all forgotten that he tried to kill me? Does nobody care about my safety or about how I feel now?

ROMAN: I really understand your concern, and of course we care about you. You’re my brother, for Ethel Merman’s sake, how could I not care about you? But Remus is not the same as he used to be back when he did that. I’m sure he regrets having done all of that, and he doesn’t have any ill will against you anymore. I really wish you would give him a chance.

ROLAND: I don’t trust him. And being so unpredictable, Janus – was that Deceit’s name, you said? - shouldn’t trust him either. Who can tell that he won’t have another face-heel turn at any moment? He could turn against you at the slightest chance. He’s just like that, and I fear about your safety, just as much as I scared to death about mine. He scares me and I can’t help feeling that way, and if you had gone through what I went through, you would be too.

ROMAN: You’re saying this because you haven’t witnessed everything we’ve gone through with him. I’m telling you he’s really changed. If only you would give him a chance to prove it to you. Please, he’s my brother, Roland, just as much as you are. Couldn’t you do this… for me?

ROLAND: Wait, no, don’t look at me with the puppy face…

[Roman starts whining like a puppy with an over the top pouty face. Roland can’t help chuckling a bit]

ROLAND: That was a cheap shot.

ROMAN: [smiling like a kid] But did it work?

ROLAND: You already know it worked, it always did when you wanted to play with my toys when we were kids… [sighs] Okay… If he really means so much to you… I’m going to give him a chance to prove himself. But let it be known, I do this for you and not for him.

ROMAN: I love you, brother. What do you have in mind?

ROLAND: He will come over to this castle for a week. He can bring Janus if he wants. In fact I wouldn’t mind if all of you came here for the week, for a little vacation, if you’re not busy, of course. I will then have the chance to get to know him, and if I’m pleased with what I see, I’ll accept that he marries Janus here with Logan and Patton. Will that make you happy?

ROMAN: You have no idea, Roland. Thank you so much. You won’t regret this, you’ll see.

ROLAND: I’m regretting it already… I hope for your own happiness that he doesn’t mess everything up during that week.

ROLAND: He won’t. You’ll get to like him too, you’ll see.

ROLAND: I hope so, Roman. I hope so…

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rkgray · 4 years ago

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// just like the rain | gray solo

looking up at the grey sky above him was somehow easing his heart. thick raindrops run down his face, cooled his skin after getting heated up from training. these days were more peaceful than before, and yet his mind felt unable to settle down.

It rained on that day too I wished time would stop Close your eyes Think about that time

the chaos from before had been resolved, things had calmed down. he was moving on, feeling as free as he hadn't been feeling in a long. about two more months until his contract run out and while his heart was already on the verge to finish this chapter in his life, gray wasn't too sure if it was complete. four years of dedication had ultimately lead to where he was standing now, realizing how he wouldn't be able to feel happiness with the paths that had opened up for him after all the times of patience and hard work.

Baby u so beautiful Can’t take my eyes off you You’re so fine Can’t take my eyes off you

a mixture of strange feelings was welling within him, he felt relief over the fact how he would stop being a burden to the only company that had accepted him over the years, and he felt anxious about what was waiting ahead for him. since 2016 the company had become an important part of his life, some kind of anchor in a way. being stripped of it after four years would leave an empty spot for a while, would leave him with the question if he would ever be able to get into another company ever again.

You’re so aromatic You’re just like a rose You always dazzle in my eyes Like the sun Every day and night I think of you You’re like sweet rain in my heart You make my heart beat

You Just like the rain

gray breathed out and listened to the sound drumming on the pavement, as he wandered around the night. he was calm, and yet he felt the need to talk, to get the energy out of his system. he missed her, missed her voice, her words, her embrace.

steps lead him back to his home, from which he had moved off an hour ago. it was already too late for him to give her a call or to message her. these days she seemed busier than before and gray wanted to be anything but someone who would stand in the way of her career. the strange sense of melancholy filled him once again, as he walked back in, dripping wet from the rain shower outside, warmth creeping back into his limbs. how was she doing these days, was she eating and sleeping enough? he wondered, as he stared at a photograph. 2am in the morning.

getting into the shower, washing off the cold from the outside world, slipping over comfortable clothes, before settling down on the seat in front of his studio screen.

We’re sharing earphones Listening to the music Getting lost in memories, locked in our thoughts Like the falling rain, yeah yeah Even if we dont say it We know each other’s hearts Hold tight to my lost hands And hold me in your arms

a melody, rhythm like a nightly stroll in the rain, was filling his head, and wordless he began working. whatever was on his mind or his heart, a good old producing session was always taking away of the negativity he was drowning in. bit by bit, pieces fell together, a framework opened up to him and words were banned onto the yellow papers of his notepad. closing his eyes, he recalled her face, thought of her, whom he wished to see again. gray was not sure what she would think if he opened his mind to her, was not sure what she would say, if she knew what kind of chances he had letting passed by because it didn't felt right.

but he hoped, seungah would understand.

#rksevngah #gray: solo #t: just like the rain #wc: 505

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citialiin · 5 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; Mun & Muse - Meme.

fill out & repost ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. tagged by: @forseenclade thank you ! man i am so bad at doing memes. tagging: @blossomingbeelzebug @zhrets @lupichorous @dansiere yayayayayayayaya

My muse is: canon / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated [ z/iggy stardust is DEFINITELY not my original character, but 683 is, and every single part of how i rp ziggy from his backstory to his personality was made up by me. that being said, ziggy is still a character that exists in media. ]

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [ im pretty sure ziggy is tied with the thin white duke as one of b*wie’s most famous fictional personas? ]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES ? / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK. [ maybe a little overrated ]

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO.

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG.

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO.

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ celebrity rock god of limitless talent vs inevitable overrated washup. most celebrities are polarizing anyways ]

How strictly do you follow canon? — there isnt much canon to go off of i think? the album barely even states if ziggy is an alien and b*wie himself got really wishy washy about it (sometimes saying z is a human who was contacted by aliens, he was an alien himself, etc). i dont think we know anything about him besides what he looks like (red hair / weird eyes / pale / “well hung” lmao) and he has a band called the spiders from mars, he plays the guitar left handed, he’s bisexual + androgynous, and he’s charming and popular with the teens but inevitably is a victim of his own ego. and he dies. that too. but that’s literally it! we know Nothing else about him. so i filled in all the gaps because my brain has worms. theres a little bit of the story that verges on fantasy (that he’s some sort of messiah messenger for “the infinites,” whatever the fuck THAT means, david) so i nix that because i prefer hard scifi. and theres one BIG part that i just ... deleted out of his canon, in that the world is ending in 5 years in his timeline, and he’s like ... aware of this ? but that’s dumb and confusing. i legit dont care anymore. my OC now.

SELL YOUR MUSE! Aka try to list everything, which makes your muse interesting in your opinion to make them spicy for your mutuals. — im so embarrassed i know i could be genuine and actually try but i have brain blockajjolajlakala33lak33klak333ak3jka3akjj323j3 i guess it’s like ... ziggy is truly the ultimate expression OF humanity because he reveals everything both wrong and right about the human condition, he literally embodies the best of humanity and the worst at the same time, he’s a really interesting critique on the idea of genuineness/earnestness vs commercalism in art, the perils of fame, and also how humans are so inherently corrupting? a lot of thematic stuff i like exploring is like what is innate to humans vs what is learned behavior, what are things that humans do naturally that ziggy mimics out of his desire to be like us? i think he has a really good story arc -- he went from being a literal nameless CLONE in a society full of pragmatic forward thinking science-oriented people to a sell out rockstar celebrity in a society of people that value individualism and self expression and art, but in the process completely lost his mind and himself and gave into the worst that humanity has to offer like rampant selfishness, drug abuse, self destructive tendencies, etc. characters changing is always interesting and ziggy truly changes for the worse -- but he is never just black and white, he was never good and then suddenly evil, he just was always the same person putting on different facades and trying to be himself by constructing an identity that maybe was who he wanted to be versus who he actually is. i dont know what im talking about. hes just an alien trying to be too hard to be human in all the wrong ways. i just like how “gray” ziggy is. he isnt good or bad, he can be very nice and he can be very mean, he’s overtly showboating confident but at the same time deeply afflicted with self-consciousness (why tf else would anyone be So obsessed with how they present themselves?). hes an icon of individualism but also commercialism. he’s freakishly alien but is almost more human than humans themselves. he struggles as lot in his head -- which makes for interesting writing, i guess !! Im so emabrrased im not going to go back and read what i wrote so if i typoed dont look at me

Now the OPPOSITE, list everything why your muse could not be so interesting (even if you may not agree, what does the fandom perhaps think?). — i think ziggy comes across as really mean and nothing else. his horrible bitchy rudeness comes across as hee hee hoo hoo sassy isnt he a rascal when it’s supposed to be more like ... he’s so far gone into the celebrity delusion he’s conflated aggressive rudeness with charmingness because no one told him otherwise and everyone worships him to the point where he’s just given into the delusion that he can do no wrong. i think theres the general simplification problem that happens with a lot of fictional characters, it’s easy to see him as just a whacky sassy glittery quirky rockstar when i guess it avoids the inherent tragedy of like ... everything else about him. his totally fake and false sense of identity built up from superficial things like fame and labels and stardom. maybe my version of ziggy is just too weirdly depressing and sad when i know his original iteration wasn’t quite so ... grim. im not very sure tbh.

What inspired you to rp your muse? — hmmm ... a lot of things! i just really got into b*wie stuff in early 2019, i’ve ALWAYS loved aliens and sci-fi, and i was really shocked that db sets up such great visual storytelling potential but does it through music. i just really liked ziggys “story” and i like any chance to think about aliens so i just got invested into piecing together a little backstory for him using, like, the cumulative knowledge of literally every other piece of science fiction ive ever consumed in my life. this was summer 2019 when i was making initial pitches for my thesis film, and so i just randomly decided to pitch “animated version of ziggy stardust” as one of the potential ideas. shockingly everyone liked it a lot and so did my professor who thought it was really cool, and then i just ended up sticking with the character and working on him for an entire year. ziggy became my hobby but also my homework. he was such a fun character because everything about him was interesting to me and i had just enough source material to have a starting point but so much room to take him in any direction i wanted to.

What keeps your inspiration going? — honestly, yooooou guyssssss. i have some really amazing fwends that ive met thru here .... and some of our dumb stupid stories have literally become NOVEL length. it just self generates inspiration because you realize the limitless amount of stories you could tell with this one single character when your character enters his story or he enters their story and etc. etc. ive drawn endless amounts of comics and stuff for him ... ziggy is just so endlessly interesting ... cringe be cringed bro but recently (i know this sounds dumb bear with me or die.) ive kind of realized a lot of how i rp z comes as some metaphor for the experience of being an asian immigrant/being asian in the US -- his home “culture” is a lot stricter than the rampant selfish individualism of the usa (he only lives in the uk and usa, so he thinks the whole planet is like this), he’s dissuaded from standing out from his community and his selfishness becomes a community burden rather than a personal flaw, and when he does come to earth, he goes through such awful culture shock, literally nothing makes sense to him and everything is Different. and while some things are different in a Nice way, something things are different in an Awful way, and he’s given the option between losing his true personal identity as an atominan and giving it up to be a human. the allure of being a human is a little too much but losing yourself like this is traumatic, in a way. obvs like ... a little silly and definitely not something that i actively intended to put into his story arc, its just something that fell into place cuz i guess i worked so closely with my own personal experiences and feelings of “alienation” (pun intended) to try to understand how he would feel being a literal alien an shid. its cathartic to write about him. but he also has a lot of my own personal interests just thrown in -- 70s fashion, scifi, science, tryhard implications about human nature, art history, whatever dumb nonsense i get into

Some more personal questions for the mun.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / SOMETIMES?

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO [ i would prefer information to spring up organically in the story but cuz threads always get dropped i end up just telling people outright. i didnt want anyone to know his home planet/his old name but barely anyone writes enough with ziggy to get to that point to reveal it (i legit managed to do it organically Once) so i just had to write it in a post lmao orz ]

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO [ wrote a ton of drabbles ! drew a ton of comics! ]

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / I DUNNO?

Are you confident in your writing? YES / HAHA NO.

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. / IDK ?

Do you accept criticism well about your portrayal? — definitely! like i said ... my version of ziggy ended up being the protag of my thesis film and for 1 yr straight his characterization, backstory, design, and even how i wanted to animate his fucking movements (ziggy stardust timing charts.) were beaten to death in a classroom environment, torn apart and rebuilt into something better. had i stayed with what i originally wanted to go with, ziggy would be so different than how i write him 2day. amazingly my pre production professor is a literal two time emmy award winning storyboard artist and animator so he definitely helped me design him (my version of ziggy is meant for ... a cartoon, obviously, not real life) and give him a better backstory? and my post production professor is a retired disney animator who worked on hercules and a bunch of old disney channel shows? had i gone wah wah wah i dont want to hear ur critiques i wouldnt have made him better. if you ever think ziggy seems inconsistent or poorly written ... tell me !! i literally major in ... animation. cartoons. entertainment. my job is to entertain you. if you are not entertained, there is a problem. ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED ????

Do you like questions, which help you explore your character? — I LOVE QUESTIONS? i love ... answering questions ... if you ask me something ill come kiss you.

If someone disagrees to a headcanon of yours, do you want to know why? — sure! i dont know why that would happen, though, because i mean ... he’s an OC. but i gues someone could be like “i feel like this is incongruous to things you’ve previously established in his character” or somethin

If someone disagrees with your portrayal, how would you take it? — i feel like a lot of b*wie stans would find my version of ziggy weird but i mean thats fine! i guess my goal is to have a well written character, not necessarily an accurate version of ziggy

If someone really hates your character, how do you take it? — if you hate MY version of ziggy thats fine but if u hate ziggy stardust in general (like the bowie concept) then u need some taste what the fuck is cooler than a egomaniac genderless bisexual rockstar alien with red hair? nothing. go back to watching your CW shows you dirty filthy normie

Are you okay with people pointing out your grammatical errors? — yes! dm me though. dont clown me on the dash like that. i usually write your replies 12 AM - 4 AM so it’s expected.

Do you think you are easy going as a mun? — hmmm ... maybe! i do like to talk to people and i am VERY nice, trust me, if youre ever sad ill do everything i can to make you feel better. but im quiet! i dont really reach out to people and i tend to just keep to myself. im not very social or extroverted at all haha i barely can make ooc posts without feeling like god’s coming to beat my head in with a brick. im sitting here at 5:30 AM with this meme feeling like if i post it i will die (BUT I MUST)

#a lot of it is under the readmore because these always get so long and mine is long long long long long long long long long long long #ooc #KEEP YOUR 'LECTRIC EYE ON ME ; queue #and thakn you for tagging me ! i like to mkae Words

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santalsaburablog · 4 years ago

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Adventures of Santal. Chapter 5: First Lesson

Only a well-earned lesson is beneficial.

Corellia! A temperate Core Worlds planet of rolling hills, dense forests, lush meadows and deep seas, renowned for its fast, rugged starships and talented pilots. It was there, by the decision of the Jedi Council, that Master Yoda went on a diplomatic mission. And at this time a very interesting announcement appeared in Goloseti.

Cad Bane sat quietly in a bar chair, chewing on a toothpick. The last order from the Syndicate of Rations was not so difficult. Steal a valuable thing. Of course, there were murders. So what? How many times has he done this kind of thing? Can't count it anymore. So it's a matter of everyday life. Suddenly, the datapad beeped.

- What's the matter? - asked the duros, receiving the drink.

“A new order has just arrived,” the bartender replied.

Excellent. So, it turns out that no one has tackled it yet. But he will do it!

- Give it to me. The man pulled out the datapad. From a distance everything is as it should be. Heading in big letters, everything else in small letters. Photo after the title.

As soon as Bane saw the photo, he almost choked. This is the SAME GIRL! Well, exactly. The text itself was like this:

THE GIRL IS LOST.

Name is Santal Sabura. Age 3.5 years. An orphan. Kala'uun city, planet Ryloth. Signs: cold brown hair, braided in two tails, brown eyes, honey shade. The physique is normal. Clothes: white nightdress, brown shoes. Uncle and aunt are very worried. There is a suspicion that the child was stolen. Call XXXXXXXX. Please provide any information. Need help from volunteers. HELP TO FIND A CHILD!

That's all. But Bane was wary of something. He read the ad again and noticed that there was not a word about the reward. Why Most likely, one of two things: they forgot to write or the return is free. In any case, it is necessary to clarify. Moreover, he had already seen the girl.

The call was answered five seconds later.

- Yes! I am listening to you! Speak quickly! Did you learn anything ?! - answered a middle-aged female voice and, apparently, was on the verge of hysteria.

- Hello. I am about your announcement. I would like to get down to business. Find your niece. “Cad always tried to be polite, courteous and helpful when talking to a client.

But all the same it was unpleasant for him to listen to the voice of this woman.

- Oh, thank you! Noby, did you hear? - the woman screamed with joy. She was answered in a muffled tone.

“I just wanted to clarify the amount of the reward,” the duros asked, just as politely.

- What? The woman changed her tone to suspicious. - I heard right? Did you ask about the reward? Who are you anyway?

- Yes. I'm a bounty hunter.

Bane was rudely interrupted:

- Well, you must. For some reason I didn't even doubt. How dare you ?! Scum! Demand money for the return of our only treasure! Impudent! Monster! Bandit! Don't even dare try to search! For someone like you, a place in prison! Our niece is priceless. Returns FREE! Got it ?! IS FREE! And don't you dare call anymore! Rubbish! Don't you dare touch Santal!

Cad stopped the stream of curses at him with a banal press of the call end button.

What a woman! Bane was amazed. He doesn't like his nephew. It's a pity for money. However, she may not be rich. So what? Those who value their children will get out of their skin and collect a large sum. So the Duros thought. Crazy woman. Immediately visible.

The man exhaled and left the bar, leaving the drink unfinished and the datapad on the table. Nothing. He will have many more customers and generous fees in his life. You just have to be patient.

- Santal Sabura. - Duros decided to test the name not only with his eyes and by ear, but also with his tongue.

San tal. Well, they came up with a name for the child. Couldn't it have been better? Sounds ringing somehow. And it tastes like steel and at the same time a cake. Exactly!

But here's what's strange. If before that he did not pay much attention, now he looked closely at the photo and ... This silly thing reminded him of someone. But who? Unclear. The Duros have always been famous for their eidetic memory, and Cad was no exception, but he still couldn't remember. In the end, he killed as many people as he crossed paths with. And he is already twenty-six years old.

Well, okay. What is this little fellow from Ryloth to him? For this he does not work. He shouldn't worry about her. And the Duros had no desire to get involved with this hysterical woman in the future. No wonder her niece ran away from her. So he even just did her a favor, and she should be grateful to him.

And indeed, very quickly the thoughts of the girl disappeared from my head completely.

***

Elina's nostrils almost emitted steam from rage, like an angry animal. At that moment, Nobi ran into the room.

- Honey, what happened? I heard you screaming. And what are you doing?

The Letan was about to drop her comlink on the floor and crush it, but her husband snatched it out of her hands in time.

- I am angry! That's what! Literally just now some degenerate called and asked about the reward! Well, we agreed.

- Of course, we agreed. Who was that? Not an hour a mercenary?

- Sure. Or a bounty hunter. No difference. All the same degenerates. And this is clearly a bastard. You don't have to look at him to understand this. I suppose my father is a great alcoholic. And my mother died begging on the street. Or in general it was easy behavior.

- What are you…

- And how? I was told, and I think so myself: bounty hunters are the most vile scum. Dregs of society. The lowest category.

Nobi didn't argue because he agreed. Then the couple sat down on the sofa and began to pray that everything was in order and Santal was found, returned home and never met the idiot with whom Elina had just talked.

***

- Hello, child.

Santal looked around until she found the owner of the voice. It was ... an animal. A very unusual talking animal of green color and funny ears. The tip of one was sticking up, the other - down. There are wrinkles on the forehead. In the hands of a cane. And he himself is about the same height as Santal. Or a little less.

“Hello,” Santal answered timidly. And this slight fear did not hide from the interlocutor.

- Are you afraid, I see.

- Yes. You're right. I have never met anyone like you before.

Santal was indeed a little scared. Another unusual creature, only very small this time. But even though this ... animal - although what an animal he is, he's in good clothes - and not as tall as the uncle, this does not mean that he cannot do harm.

- Haven't met, hmm? - The animal examined the girl from head to toe. - In a nightgown, I see you. - And he chuckled, stating the fact.

Santal was embarrassed, not knowing what to say. But, fortunately, green somehow felt it and helped:

- Who are you? Where are you going?

- Well, I'm in a hurry. On Ryloth, the girl replied.

- Your planet is far away. How did you get here?

- It's not my fault! - Santal exclaimed hotly and began to tell from the very beginning.

The only lie in her story was that the uncle was wearing a mask, not a hat. And she kept silent about the moment with vomiting. Sabura did not want to betray the man. Although she did not give her word to him, she did give her word to herself. And somehow it turned out illogical. She swore to him so loudly that she would not tell, and then - on you! Tells the green creature everything. Santal thought it was wrong. She's decent and honest. She must confirm her intentions in practice.

- Hmm. - The animal put its paw with three fingers to the chin. “I can help you, child. What's your name?

- I am Santal Sabura. Sorry for not introducing myself right away. - The girl even bowed slightly.

The animal nodded in understanding, and then said this, which made the daughter of the Jedi stunned:

- I feel that you are not deprived of the Power.

Santal blinked her eyes.

- What is it?

- Strength is an endless mystery. She is everywhere. Surrounds and pervades us. Ties the galaxy together. And in you she is strong enough. - Zeleny smiled.

- Enough for what?

- Enough to be able to become a Jedi.

- That is, the guardian of the world? My aunt told me.

- Yes. Master Yoda I. Pleased to meet you. - The newly made acquaintance slightly bowed his head.

- I am glad, too. - Santal repeated the movement, slowly getting rid of a slight fright.

- So you agree?

- I dont know. “The girl really didn't know what to do.

On the one hand, I really wanted to go home. Finally! On the other hand, the prospect of becoming a Jedi, like her parents, fascinated her. Santal, without knowing it, found herself at a crossroads. Left - a chance to return to family and old life. On the right - the opportunity to start from scratch, learn a lot. There is a chance to find out the truth about parents, to get a profession right now. They say that such opportunities are not given every day, and, perhaps, there is only one attempt. You will go to one side, you will not go to the other. The girl somehow understood this.

Seeing that the baby hesitated, Yoda invited her to walk with him. And Santal went. During the walk, green told the girl what the Jedi were doing: they selflessly help, keep the peace. They follow the path of spiritual and physical improvement. Jedi are the protectors of peace in the galaxy. They use their powers to guard and defend — never to attack others. The Jedi respect every life, in every form, serve others rather than dominate them for the good of the galaxy. They strive for self-improvement through knowledge and training. I spoke a little about midi-chlorians. The more there are, the more sensitive you are to the Force.

- How many of them do I have?

- We can find out.

Yoda took out some kind of device and asked for a finger. Santal reacted calmly because she was already going through it. Even in a dream.

- About fourteen to fifteen thousand you have.

- A lot of.

“More than enough to become a Jedi.

- And how much midichlorivan do you need to feel?

“Midichlorian,” Yoda corrected. - Eight to nine thousand.

- By the way, I just wanted to ask. From early childhood, I constantly feel something. For example, it seemed to me that something would happen. Or felt someone's presence. As if someone is directing me, indicating what to do. Exactly this way and nothing else. Does it work, does the Force tell me?

- Yes. Strong, it seems, is your connection with her. This is good, but it can also be dangerous as the future is in constant flux. Choose your path wisely.

- And I often have dreams. Scary and not.

- Another sign of a stronger connection with the Force.

- I.e…

“If you want to know more, you better become a Jedi.

- Then I agree! - Now Santal was able to make a decision.

- Are you sure, m? The path of a Jedi is not easy and lasts a lifetime. To become a Jedi requires a keen mind and deep commitment to the cause of the Order. Live by the Code. It means entering on this path by dedicating your life to serving the ideals that we sacredly honor.

Only the girl got rid of old doubts, so now they have been replaced by new ones. What to do?

“I agree anyway,” Santal said firmly, although inwardly she continued to worry.

- Let's go then.

The Green Jedi and his companion boarded the ship. In size, it was much smaller than the previous two, in which Santal traveled. They took off.

- Where are we flying?

- To Coruscant. To the Temple that will become your home.

Yoda, while still on Coruscant, sensed that there was some kind of Force surge on the planet Corellia. There was something there. Something powerful. And this "something" was a little girl. She looks three or four years old, but it is already felt that the Power is great in her. Such a child cannot be in bad hands. Fortunately, Santal herself is not averse to becoming a Jedi. There are simply doubts. She also said about some dreams. The Force must be trying to warn Santal about something. Most likely, these are Visions. And they cannot be ignored. But the girl finds out about it later. Now we must not frighten her, but take her to the Temple for training, put her in order, enroll in the Order.

The girl did not know what Yoda was thinking, but she was worried anyway. Not only because of ignorance, but in general. Suddenly this green one - the same as that uncle, wants to sell and lures. Moreover, the method is very interesting and effective.

At that moment it sounded. Yoda took the call. Later it turned out that the green should fly to Alderaan, which Santal mistakenly called "Aldevran". And then to Naboo. Why, she didn't know. But I decided, just in case, that there was nothing wrong with that.

During the flight, Sabura learned even more about the world around her. So she found out that she met with Yoda on the planet Corellia. I walked around the capital of Coronet, visited a place called Golden Beaches. Played in the sea and lay in the sand. And she came to this planet on a Rodian ship. That thing attached to the hunter's thigh is a blaster. And this is not a complete list of what the girl learned.

Once in the blue space, Yoda warned that he would fly now to Alderaan, then to Naboo. At the first stop, Santal thought she would stay next to the ship and wait for Yoda to do everything. The girl did not feel very well due to the fact that she did not immediately get to Coruscant. What if it's a trap, and green is another crook, like uncle, if not worse? And Santal still hasn’t decided whether she needs it or not. Maybe still go home to your aunt?

On Alderaan, the family needed help. Yoda left Santal with a woman who at first complained about why it was late, but when she saw the little girl and what state she was in, she took pity, took her to the kitchen, gave him blue milk, put three plates with a bunch of food on the table, and then sat down to eat. Sabura ate and ate everything, so some boy, probably a son, wondered how hungry the girl was.

Then Yoda returned with the boy, like two peas in a pod, similar to the first. The woman rushed to hug and kiss the child, thanked him. And the duo went to Naboo. There Santal was waiting for a small excursion to the local beauties, and that was all. No stupid adventures.

And now, when they gathered in the capital of the Republic, Yoda's room rang. Devaron has problems with bandits. And the green one agreed to help. Just because he wanted to, Santal decided.

To say that it was bad on the planet is to say nothing. Screams, panic, and some animals with fangs and claws on two legs were running around with weapons. More with tails.

It was then that Sabura first saw the Jedi in action. Yoda turned into a green spot, endlessly jumping and twirling with a strange thing with a long green, like himself, end. How clever he is, the girl was surprised. And seemingly not young.

Finally it was over. And it could have happened earlier, if the animals responded to the request to surrender. And as for Yoda, he managed to please Santal just for this proposal:

“You'd better surrender.

The animals were taken away somewhere.

“It's time for you to go home,” said the green one. Sabura nodded.

But halfway to the ship, the girl had a premonition. And indeed, when Santal decided to turn around, tired of being nervous, she realized that Yoda had overlooked one animal after all. Only the fanged one raised his weapon, Santal shouted automatically:

- No! - She stretched her arms in front of her, and the beast flew to the side.

The girl looked at her palms in horror. Everything is just like in a dream! Only the heroes are different.

“We forgot one,” Yoda chuckled.

Then they dragged this one where it was necessary. And the green one asked:

- Well, what have you decided?

“I've been thinking all the time,” Santal began. It seemed to her that there was no need to answer in one word. - At first I was afraid. Total. If I can become a Jedi, well, that is, I have what it takes. Will you succeed? What will your aunt say? What's in store for me? What if I don't succeed and I become a laughing stock? Maybe I don't belong there? But now, after what just happened ... I stopped the enemy without weapons. No anger. Do you understand, yes? And I, it turns out, used the Force?

Yoda nodded.

- If this is how I can, then it would be better for me to learn how to manage such power so as not to harm anyone. What else can I do mechanically? Mali what else could happen? So I decided. I will go to the Order and study to be a Jedi. My parents will be proud of me. I feel it. And my aunt ... I hope she understands.

“In that case, according to etiquette, call me Master. - The corners of the green lips crept upward. And he himself bowed slightly.

- Okay, Master. - Santal easily agreed. Yes, and my soul became easier.

- Time to the Temple, youngling Sabura.

When they took off, the girl seriously thought. What lessons did she learn over the entire period?

Don't walk the streets alone at night. Do not let your guard down. Sometimes you have to take something without asking. Some people don't like being spied on. Do not taste drinks that you do not know, otherwise you will vomit. Some are not moved by any pleading. To be honest, Santal wanted to be so hard herself. If you help someone just like that, without expecting gratitude, that someone will want to help in return.

The sea on the planet Corellia is the best thing in the world. And she will come back here someday. And in general, traveling is very cool! Just recently I was in such a whirlwind and now I am not against repetition. Not right now, but later.

Whatever the beast looks like, you don't take his word for it. We need to check. It is very important. She's calm about Yoda now. He will not deceive her. He's a Jedi.

And uncle? What about him? Where is he? Does he think about her? Probably not. Well, let. She's thinking about him now. Santal had clearly decided that if she was ever destined to meet him again, she would certainly teach him a lesson. Need to punish the hatter, teach him a lesson. Show that it is useless to hurt little girls. Even if everything ended well for her, but still ... it is necessary. Really needed. The main thing is not to forget about your desire.

And completely confident, Santal walked alongside Yoda, leaning on a cane, to the ship, whose final stop was Coruscant. Towards destiny.

By the way, the daughter of the Jedi made another conclusion for herself. The main conclusion. Only now did she realize that the rules must be followed. You don't love, you don't want to, you are lazy or not lazy, but you have to live by the rules. This is the law. Otherwise, you can get into such a story that you don't recognize your own. Therefore, on that day, Santal Sabura took an oath that she would always observe and honor all laws, rules, regulations, codes and so on. Until a ripe old age.

#cad bane #cad bane x oc

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jihyosforehead · 5 years ago

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do you have any haunted house au's??? for any twice ship i dont even care who everything you write is just 🥺🥺🥺

funny u should say ask, i was just at a horror escape room and i literally lost my voice screaming for an hour straight lmaooooooo

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okay breathe, nayeon tells herself. she can barely look at the mirror because a glimpse of her make up was enough to send fear down her spine. maybe working in a haunted house escape room over halloween was not her smartest idea. but also to be fair, nayeon is not exactly full of smart ideas.

“okay they’re going to be here soon,” her coworker, chaeyoung, hisses from her spot behind a trick wall covered in cobwebs and a long stripe of fake blood, there’s a fake arm dangling from the ceiling. nayeon closes her eyes. the disembodied voice, and the lights ominously flickering causes an involuntary squeak to escape her throat. there’s an exasperated sigh. “nayeon, i can’t believe you right now.”

“i am not scared!” she hisses back, sounding completely unconvincing, her voice rising at least three octaves. nayeon adjusts her sleeve to cover the unpainted skin, wincing when she catches a short glimpse of her reflection in the broken glass on the floor. the doll make up was a bit much, even she had to admit. she wasn’t expecting the make-up team to make her look so terrifying.

“you’re scared of your own shadow!”

the door slams open and a group of three girls barge in before nayeon can defend herself. two of them are clutching at each other and screaming from momo and mina’s room. there’s a short-haired girl with big eyes and another with blonde hair pouting at the bleeding walls. the third is trailing behind them, looking thoroughly unphased. she’s tall, with short cropped hair and rolling her eyes at her friends who’ve already started clutching onto each other’s arms. the blonde and the girl with short hair flinch when the lights flicker above them, and then scream when the room goes completely pitch black.

“something is going to attack us,” the shortest of the three is telling her friends desperately, whimpering when the lights make a buzzing sound. “please don’t jump out and scare us! i will cry!”

“excuse me, ghosts! please don’t attack us!” the blonde one says, her voice verging on a whine. then more quietly to herself, “i don’t like this room at all.”

nayeon counts the light flickers down in her head, but flinches violently, knocking the a painting off the wall when chaeyoung leaps out from behind the door and screams in the shortest one’s face. causing her to jump into the blonde’s arms and burying her face into her neck, shaking like a leaf. the blonde is rubbing the girl’s back soothingly, looking equally as shaken.

“shh, jihyo-ah, you’re alright,” the blonde is saying to her friend in a low calm voice, an alarmed smile on her face when she feels how hard jihyo’s shaking. she sounds scared but is pleased when jihyo whines and nudges her head under the blonde’s chin, “it’s just make-up.”

chaeyoung’s timed her next scare with the loud clap of thunder and the shriek of a laugh on their looping soundtrack. she’s now circling the group, targeting the shortest one, jihyo, and laughing menacingly in her face. the blonde is flipping them around so that she’s in the middle. nayeon would have found the scene sweet if chaeyoung’s doll make up wasn’t so effective; equal parts terrifying and realistic. nayeon totally understands their fear, unaware that she’s also shaking in her spot.

the tallest one dutifully ignores all of the sounds, and instead, is focussing on the objects on the floor, squatting in front of a crudely drawn, inaccurate pentagram. she picks up a tag attached to an intricately carved rat skeleton. the plastic skulls and flickering candles were spooky, and nayeon knew it was all fake, she couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down her spine all the same.

“come on guys, help me solve this,” the tallest girl says, trying to wave her friends over. “i think it’s a code for the door.”

there’s a metallic clanging sound right by the door and this time it’s the blonde that squeals loudly, pulling jihyo close so that she’s holding the back of jihyo’s head with one hand and wrapped the other around her shoulders.

“here, there’s numbers on the floor. help me find number fourth number, jihyo-ah.”

“n-no!” jihyo tells her friend adamantly from her spot in the blonde’s neck, she’s all but being lifted into her friend’s arms. then in a small voice, she says sheepishly, “too scared.”

“they said that the ghosts would help us with the clues, “ the tallest one mutters, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. she’s then walking over to chaeyoung who’s now switched from growling menacingly to circling jihyo. “hey she’s holding something, jihyo-ah, ask her for it.”

“no it’s hers. she should keep it,” jihyo says frantically. then she adds, sounding apologetic and scared to death, “we’re not going to take your thingy. don’t listen to jeongyeon. she’s lying. you can keep your thingy.”

“come on, just ask her for it,” jeongyeon says impatiently, from her spot on the floor. she’s sitting cross-legged, rearranging the plastic snakes and candles. “sana-ya, ask her for it.”

the clap of thunder sounds, cracking like a whip over their heads, the ceiling trap door opens and a white shadow drops abruptly, eliciting screams from jihyo and sana again. unfortunately, it also causes nayeon to scream helplessly with them. jeongyeon eyes nayeon’s hiding spot suspiciously.

the group calms down after awhile, while jeongyeon attempts to figure out the clue on the floor. jihyo even leaves sana’s neck for a few minutes, managing a small smile when sana volunteers to hold her hand, and actually picking up some of the fake skulls.

“oh!” jeongyeon says suddenly jumping up, “it’s a code for the door!”

she’s rushing over to the end of the room, right by nayeon and punches in the numbers correctly, jihyo and sana glued to her sides. now was her moment. you can do this, nayeon thinks determinedly, suppressing a flinch when the lights flicker overhead, her cue to move. chaeyoung frowns at her from across the room, head tilting slightly, gesturing for her to start. jeongyeon manages to get the door open and ushers her friends in front of her.

nayeon crawls across the grimy floor on all fours, trying her best to scuttle like a weird, disgruntled crab, just managing to keep up with jeongyeon’s heels. jihyo and sana’s blood-curdling screams echo down the hallway, bouncing off the walls and a clock chimes so loudly by her ear that nayeon is automatically jumping to her feet yelping. and there’s a floating foot by her head and she feels it brush the top of her hair lightly, grazing the side of her face. then there’s a growl behind them, reverberating around the room, that she actually gets goosebumps. before she knows it, she’s all but jumped into jeongyeon’s arms, shoving her face into the taller girl’s chest, whimpering.

and then nayeon remembers herself and pulls away suddenly sheepish, she can feel her face burning red under all the make-up. she rubs the back of her neck.

“i’m sorry,” she mutters under breath. she looks up, at the unexpected guffawing.

“i can’t believe you’re scared of your own halloween effects.”

“i’m not scared!” nayeon chokes out, scandalised. she can see chaeyoung shaking her head out of the corner of her eye.

“you look like an actual demonic creature,” jeongyeon says. “and yet, youre scared to death.”

“stop laughing, i might get fired over this,” nayeon finds herself whining, pushing at jeongyeon’s shoulder. this only encourages jeongyeon to laugh even harder, there are literal tears streaming down her cheeks.

nayeon jumps again at sana and jihyo screaming for jeongyeon. and jumps again when the lights flicker.

“i think i have to go save them,” jeongyeon tells her between laughs. she gives nayeon one last smile and disappears down the hallway. “you’ll be okay, I believe in your scaring skills.”

there’s a minute there where nayeon feels like she’s dreaming and then chaeyoung flicks the back of her head, bringing her crashing back down to reality. but all nayeon can think is how dumb she is for not asking for jeongyeon’s number. she should have at least made getting written up by tzuyu worthwhile.

(jeongyeon leaves her number at the front desk).

#nayeon #jeongyeon #2yeon #twice #twice hcs #twice headcannons #twice scenarios #twice imagines #ask #anon

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anxiously-unsatisfied-world · 5 years ago

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It Takes Two to Tango - Ch. 4

Pairing: eventual Prinxiety & Logicality Word Count: 1163 Warnings: Guilty feelings

A/N: I’m glad everyone’s enjoying this! (though I’m surprised I’m still basically on time for posting even with moving into my dorm today) So this is the last short chapter until the fic ends & there’s some cute logicality in it as well! Enjoy - see you Tuesday for the update!

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The walk to Virgil’s house seems to take no time at all and soon, Roman is sitting next to Virgil on his couch. “So, what brings you to Buenos Aires?” Virgil asks, leaning back and looking at Roman with a raised eyebrow.

Roman blushes and looks down at his hands, “Uhh. I actually came to see you perform tomorrow night.”

Virgil looks at him surprised, “Really?” When Roman nods, Virgil makes an intrigued sound, “Huh. That’s cool. Are you hungry?” Virgil asks, the question surprising Roman, who instinctively shakes his head.

It’s enough that Virgil is letting him stay the night, he shouldn’t have to feed him as well. But before either of them can get another word in, Roman’s stomach growls and he blushes to the tips of his ears.

“Not hungry, huh?” Virgil asks drily, chuckling when that only makes Roman blush darker. “Well, I’m not surprised. A dance like that? Even I’m starving. I’ll make something in a few.”

Roman nods and looks around the room. So this is the great Virgil Sombra’s house… It’s much different than Roman expected, not that he really knows what he had in mind. All he knew was Virgil was (is) an amazing dancer. Roman wasn’t prepared for just how snarky the dancer is.

After a few minutes, Virgil stands up and heads into the kitchen, Roman following without thinking. He leans against the doorway as he watches Virgil grab what seems like random ingredients and start cooking.

Faintly aware of the eyes on him, Virgil begins to hum while he cooks, slowly getting lost in the music he’s creating. Roman’s mind works rapidly, creating harmonies and counter-rhythms, and before he knows it, he’s joining in.

Virgil glances at him, a surprised look in his eyes, but a smile spreads across his face as he continues to hum, Roman following along to the melody he’s spinning. The song ends just as Virgil plates the dish and sets two plates on the dining table.

“Not bad, Roman.” Virgil praises and Roman smiles. “Eat up.” Roman nods and the two of them eat in near silence.

After dinner, Virgil leads him to a guest bedroom. “Here. Sleep well. You’re going to need it.”

Roman tilts his head, blinking in confusion. “What does that mean, dark and handsome?”

Virgil barks a laugh at the nickname and smirks, “Don’t you know? Usually, these nights before my performances are to choose a dance partner for the next night. I want someone who can keep up with my routine and you are a perfect match.”

Roman looks like a deer caught in the headlights and Virgil raises an eyebrow. “Unless… You don’t want to be my dance partner. Guess I’d have to find someone else…”

Roman responds before he realizes Virgil is teasing him. “No! You don’t have to worry about that! I’d love to be your dance partner tomorrow night.”

Virgil smiles, amusement dancing in his eyes. “I had a feeling. Sleep well, Princey.”

Roman returns the sentiment and Virgil shuts the door, leaving him alone. Roman sighs and sinks onto the bed, feeling exhausted the minute he lays down.

What’s happening tomorrow night finally sinks in after a few minutes of lying there and Roman’s heart catches in his throat. It takes all his control not to squeal loudly at the fact that he is going to perform with Virgil the next night.

Once the realization washes over him, his exhaustion takes over, sending him into a deep and peaceful sleep.

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Logan stares at the communication device instead of getting up. “It’s been all day… I hope everything’s alright.”

A ding sounds from his phone and he checks it to find a message from Patton.

I know you’re likely worrying about Roman instead of going to bed. Don’t worry about him! If something bad had happened, he would have contacted you! Instead, focus on the idea he might have been too happy or tired to talk tonight. He’ll likely message you in the morning!

Logan smiles at the reminder, feeling a bit of his worry subside, but even Patton can’t make it go away completely.

Thanks, Patton. I needed that.

Logan responds, another message flashing across the screen before he has a chance to put his phone down.

I had a feeling! You’re welcome, Lo! Sleep well~

Logan smiles and sends back a ‘sleep well,’ standing up and finally getting ready for bed.

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Roman groans as a beam of sunlight shines through the window, perfectly hitting him in the face. Instinctively, he pulls the blanket over his head and snuggles closer, mentally declaring it too early to be awake.

Barely ten minutes later, the realization of where he is and just what he’s going to be doing tonight hits him and he sits up, pressing a hand to his chest as he grins widely.

“Oh my gosh.” Roman says softly, “Oh my gosh.” His eyes widen abruptly, “I have to tell Logan! He’ll be freaking out. Oh god, why didn’t I remember to message him last night? Knowing him, he must have stayed up all night worrying about me…”

Guilt swirls in his stomach as he reaches for the communication device and hits record. “Hey, Lo. Everything’s fine! Better than fine, actually. I danced with him last night and the funny thing about that… I actually stayed the night with him. Kinda forgot to get a room at the inn yesterday…” Roman laughs sheepishly, knowing that’ll annoy his brother.

“Anyways, apparently I have a performance with him tonight? So, I’ll likely come home later this week. Don’t worry about me, Lo, okay? Everything’s just fine! I’ll talk to you later!” Roman says cheerfully, stopping the recording and sending it to his brother.

Roman then stands and runs through a few of his usual stretches, no longer wanting to sleep. The last thing he wants to do is to miss time that he could have been spending with Virgil.

Before he leaves the room, Roman receives a message from Logan which expresses his brother’s exasperation with him but there’s definitely relief in Logan’s voice. Roman smiles at the mention that Patton had been messaging him.

“Goodness, if they don’t end up together soon, I might have to assist them,” Roman says, a fond smile on his face.

Content with the knowledge that his brother is no longer worrying about him, Roman leaves the room in search of Virgil.

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After sending a response, Logan smiles and texts Patton.

You were right. Everything’s fine. Considering the fact that he apparently danced with Virgil last night, he was likely both too happy and too tired to respond.

Barely two minutes later, Logan receives a response, surprising him. Their shifts did not start for a few hours, so Logan wasn’t expecting Patton to be awake just yet.

That’s good! I’m glad everything’s okay! ^-^ See you at work, Lo~

Logan smiles softly, his heart fluttering in his chest. What would he do without Patton?

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purplepatton · 6 years ago

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two sides of the same coin

description: there was really only supposed to be one creative side, and roman was perfectly fine with that. but then something happens, and roman is forced to accept that he wasn’t going to be the only creative side in the mindscape anymore.

warnings: body horror (not graphic at all), mentions of remus

note: ok, so i’ve seen so many cool theories about how remus came into existence and i wanted to try my hand at this theory! i do have a bit more written for this, as kind of a follow up fic, and i should post it realively soon? here’s hoping, lol. i’m a bit nervous to post this since it’s so soon after remus was introduced and we don’t really know much about him, but i really hope you guys like this small drabble!! (also tumblr, why did you get rid of the breaks?? bring them baCK)

There was no warning.

One moment, Roman was in his room sketching out his latest ideas for various daydreams Thomas could use when he was feeling particularly bored, and the next thing Roman knew he was kneeling on his floor, clutching his head as waves of pain crashed over him.

It was unlike anything Roman had any experienced. He had fought the dreaded manticore-chimera with a broken leg, rescued his fair share of damoiseaux in distress and had faced down his most hated enemy - the Dragon Witch - and always came out on top. But nothing could compare to the pain ripping through Roman’s very essence, pain that tore him apart at the seams.

Roman tried to open his mouth, to call out to one of the other sides in the hope that someone would hear him, but Roman couldn’t make a sound. He tried to force air out of his lungs, to make some sort of sound, but Roman had lost all control over his body. All he could do was curl into himself and dig his fingers into his scalp, trying to ground himself.

And then, Roman was quite literally ripped apart.

The sides were not actually human. They were merely ideas, figments of Thomas’ imagination that could hold any shape they pleased. Thoughts were fluid things, and holding a shape for long required effort and a strong will. Roman, as well as the other sides, had grown attached to their more human-like forms and so he tried his best to maintain it. But now, with pain pulsing through his skull and pushing him to the floor, his normally strict attention to his form became more relaxed. And his form was ripped away from him.

If Roman had had a mouth, he would have let out a scream that would have shook the mindscape. Parts of himself were being ripped away, tore out and being tossed to the wayside. He couldn’t see what was attacking him, couldn’t defend himself from this invisible foe who seemed dead set on destroying him bit by bit.

Time lost all meaning; it could have been minutes or it could have been hours, but suddenly as soon as it started it stopped. Roman was forcefully shoved back into his human form, and the pain that had been rushing through him disappeared as fast as it arrived.

For a moment Roman just closed his eyes and let out several breaths, trying to calm his heartbeat that skittered under his skin frantically. He buried his head in his knees, trying to remember that breathing exercise Logan had taught them all after Thomas had suffered a particularly bad panic attack, thanks to that emo nightmare Anxiety.

When his thoughts finally settled and Roman was able to lift his head, he became aware of something that he had missed amid the pain and panic that had been coursing through his veins. It was not something external, not something wrong that Roman could see with his own eyes, but when he shakily pushed himself to his feet, Roman was almost bowled over by a tight pulling sensation in his chest. It wasn’t pain, per say, but something deeper, like a black hole in the middle of his chest that pulsed with every breath. He gagged and doubled over, pressing a hand into his chest.

There was a part of him missing. He could feel the loss of it, echoing through his bones and pulling at him, his essence looking for something that wasn’t there. Whatever had attacked him had taken away something, although at the moment Roman couldn’t tell what exactly he was missing. All that he knew was that he wasn’t whole any more.

Maybe Logan knew something about this. After all, he was the smartest out of all of the sides (though Roman would rather die than admit it) and he could probably offer some logic to this situation. Roman was loathe to go to Logan for help, but sometimes desperate times call for desperate measures.

He straightened himself up, wincing as his body protested the movement, and made to walk towards the door that led to the rest of the mindscape.

And froze when his eyes landed on a body splayed out across the floor.

At first, Roman couldn’t see any signs of life coming from the body; not a slight movement, not a breath stirring it’s chest. The person just lay there, eerily still. It was wearing an outfit that was a mirror image of Roman’s - white vest with a red sash proudly cutting across the chest, gold epaulettes haphazardly thrown onto the shoulders. It was like looking into a mirror.

Then, as Roman watched, the outfit began to darken, white bleeding into black, the sash paling until it became more green then red. The body’s hand twitched, and it he threw itself up into a sitting position with a cry, starling Roman so much that he nearly fell over backwards.

The new side panted heavily, throwing his gaze around the room with a gaze painted with suspicion. When it landed on Roman, however, the side’s gaze brightened considerably, and he beamed at Roman. Roman stared back, openly gaping at the side.

Being apart of Thomas had meant that all of the sides looked exactly like Thomas. But as Roman stared at the new side, he slowly became aware that none of the other sides have ever looked as similar to him as this new side did. Maybe it was because this new side was wearing Roman’s clothes (albeit with a few changes to the color scheme). Maybe it was the way the side was staring at Roman, his head tilted in a way that was eerily similar to the way Roman moved his head.

This was completely new territory, and Roman had no idea what to do.

“Who are you?” Roman asked, voice hoarse.

The other side frowned, considering the question. Roman waited with baited breath, nerves growing the longer the side remained quiet. This was an incredibly important part of the creation of a side. It was the moment where they discovered their name, their purpose to help Thomas function. This was not a moment that could be taken lightly.

“I’m Remus!” The side said after a while, grin stretching widely across his face. It looked sort of menacing, twisting up across his cheeks and baring his teeth. “I’m Thomas’ Creativity!”

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childofthenight2035 · 6 years ago

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Moonlight (Part 1)

A/N: Hey, this was requested by @osh-osht0394. Hope you like it!

Pairing: Oh Sehun x g!Reader

Summary/Prompt: On a camping trip, you stumble across a mystery that leaves you terrified for your life.

Genre: Pretty much everything, Wolf!AU

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Some violence?

Find links to the other parts in my masterlist! Link in bio.

“Ugh, what do you mean, we’re going camping?” I asked my best friend exasperatedly. “I—oh, come on, why do I have to go with you guys? Can’t I stay here? I’m not that good with the outdoors.”

“Neither am I,” Kyungsoo butted in, looking slightly uncomfortable. “Can I stay with her? We could go next week.”

“No,” she said firmly, “both of you are going and there’s no questions about it.” I opened my mouth to protest, but she continued. “You’re not on your period or anything, are you?” My mouth closed as I shook my head, flustered. “And you,” she turned to Kyungsoo, “I assume you’re not either?”

He turned red. She turned away in satisfaction and didn’t catch what he said, but I did. “Something like that.” I glanced up at him in surprise and confusion. He caught my look and forced a smile.

“You’re okay, right?” I asked hesitantly. “I mean, if you’re sick or something, I could probably convince her to let you go.”

He waved the offer away. “Nah, it’s okay. You could use the company.”

I smiled gratefully and squeezed his hand. “Thanks.”

“This can’t end well,” I remarked, glancing out of the car window up at the darkening sky, where clouds had begun to gather. Baekhyun brought the car to a stop at the edge of the woods at the city border.

“Shut up, Y/N, don’t jinx the entire trip,” my best friend snapped, though she looked anxious as well. “It’ll go away. The weather forecast was clear.”

“No, maybe Y/N is right.” Kyungsoo opened the car door and stared into the woods nervously. “We should go back.”

“Guys, can you stop?” Baekhyun raised his hands to pacify us. “Nothing’s going to happen. See? The sun is breaking through already.” We raised our eyes to the sky, where, true enough, light had broken through the thick cloud cover.

“Not for long,” Kyungsoo muttered, barely audible. I looked at him, but he had already walked around to the trunk of the car to pull out our tents.

We bantered around good-naturedly as we (tried to) construct our respective tents. Baekhyun somehow managed to get Kyungsoo tangled in theirs and we had to come to his rescue. Needless to say, he was not happy. I knew something might blow up if they stayed around each other any longer, so I linked my arm around Kyungsoo’s and said, “We’ll go find some firewood.”

“Thank you, go do something useful,” Baekhyun said cheekily and I had to physically hold Kyungsoo back from pouncing on him.

Two minutes later, we were quite deep in the forest, arms full of drywood and hopelessly lost. I thought I could see the brightly coloured tents in the distance and I told Kyungsoo so. I couldn’t help but think that he was acting strangely today. He kept glancing around him and then up at the sky every few minutes.

“Kyungsoo, are you okay?” I asked.

“Please don’t ask any questions right now, Y/N,” he cut across my words. He carefully balanced the few pieces of wood he carried on the pile already in my arms and pushed me gently in the direction that I had mentioned. “Go back to them. I….I’ll be with you soon. Just go.”

Without a look back at me, he disappeared into the growing darkness. Now I was alone, holding a pile of twigs and utterly terrified. How could he just leave me like this? I squinted at the gap I’d seen the tents. I could barely see anything now. Only the sound of crickets and the rustling of leaves filled my ears. I swallowed.

A sudden crash of thunder made me jump and shriek, half the wood falling to the ground. Not even five second later, rain came pouring down. Soon I was soaked.

“Well, this isn’t any good now,” I whispered, dropping the rest. “Where is Kyungsoo?” Where were the other two? Shouldn’t they be concerned at all? Why can’t I hear them calling out for us? Maybe I could call them—I patted my pockets—wait, where’s my phone?! Then I remembered; I’d left my phone in the cup holder of my car. “Dammit!”

I looked around, heart pounding. I couldn’t see anything. Night had really fallen.

I took a step forward, not knowing which direction I was going. I’m going to die I’m going to die oh no no no I’m going to die.

A howl. My blood froze. A wolf? I heard it again, this time much louder. I stopped moving, breathing heavily, at the verge of tears. And then I heard a rustle, directly in front of me. My heart stopped for a split second.

From the bushes and trees, a wolf prowled. I couldn’t see it well enough, but I knew.

I dared not move. But a nagging voice in the back of my head told me that it was too late.

Ten feet away from me, it stopped as if something was pulling it back. It writhed and from what I could make out in the dim moonlight, it was struggling against….itself?

What happened next is something I could never describe, because I didn’t know what happened myself. One second it was a thrashing wolf, the next second there lay in a heap a young man in tattered trousers, upper body completely exposed. I let out a yell in shock.

He was heaving and gasping for breath. His head slowly lifted up and he stared right at me. The air in my lungs evaporated.

The moon broke through the clouds and cast light through the canopy. He raised his eyes to the sky and I did the same.

The full moon smiled down at me. And then I understood.

A low growl reverberated through the woods. I stepped back a pace, my focus back on him. He was struggling to rise, and now that I could see, I noticed huge gashes across his torso and his face. He managed to stand, still staring at me as if I was the only thing he could see.

“No! Y/N, get away!” Kyungsoo’s shout, abnormally loud in the silence broke through the trance that I had been enslaved in. He stumbled out from between the trees, standing protectively in front of me, one arm in front of himself to ward off the young man, who looked between the two of us, eyes narrowed.

The wolf—werewolf?—snarled.

“You,” he rasped. “Get away from her.”

Kyungsoo didn’t bother to reply. “Y/N, just run—“

The stranger transformed, in the blink of an eye, into a wolf, sleek black fur hugging its body. It growled once more ferociously and backed up, ready to pounce. And then it did.

I screamed, throwing my arms around my head.

Another growl. Roaring. I opened my eyes a fraction, stupefied.

Two wolves? But—

The smaller brown wolf slashed its claws around the black one’s snout. It howled in pain and rolled away. In that fraction of a second, the smaller wolf transformed. I was dazed, in a stupor, as Kyungsoo seized my hand. And then suddenly we were in front of the car at the edge of the woods.

“Get in the car!” Kyungsoo yelled to the two who were frantically arguing with each other and calling out our names. I was still weak, still in shock, unable to speak. I hadn’t even noticed that the rain had ceased. “We have to go!”

They were startled, but rushed to the car, not even stopping to shove the tents back in the trunk. Kyungsoo helped me into the backseat and got in with me.

“What’s going on?!” Baekhyun asked, tremors in his voice.

“I think something’s chasing us,” Kyungsoo panted. That was more than enough momentum for Baekhyun to speed the car out of the area.

The next thing I knew, Kyungsoo was supporting me into my apartment and depositing me on the sofa.

“Look, Y/N, I’m sorry that I left you,” he began, but I barely heard him. “I had business to take care of, and I thought you would get back to them. I never thought—“

“What are you?” I hissed in a deadly whisper.

He smiled sadly at me. “Don’t you know?”

My mind went blank. How…?

“I don’t know how you managed to get him to transform into his human form, but let me tell you, you’re lucky to be alive.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I don’t understand….why did he attack me, though?” He seemed to be speaking to himself. “Damn this full moon, just….why?”

“Kyungsoo, I don’t—“

“It’s okay, Y/N,” he said soothingly. “You’re not ever going to go there again. You’re alright. Just….let me—“

He pressed his thumb and index finger to my temples and then all was black.

A/N:

ack, im sorry i stopped it here but i wanted to post something today but i dont have time to finish it nljkdnmalksdngkjsdkngs

im hoping part 2 will be out soon?

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nightmaretyrantvantas · 6 years ago

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I never gave up on you, even when the world acted like it did.

So Im going to preface this with the fact this is about Damian Wayne and an Oc of mine that I ship with him that really only my girlfriend is going to fully understand. This is a DC oc that I haven posted anything about yet, only shared it with my girlfriend as I add to her and refine her. But I was greatly inspired by a fic written by @my-one-love-is-music about Tim faking his death. It gave me so many emotions and is the whole inspiration behind this piece of writing and I just had the urge to post it. Its a bit rough because its not beta’d or proofread by anyone(even me) because I’m publishing it right after finishing it but I hope you guys will like it anyway!

My girlfriend is going to kill me for this...

I never gave up on you, even when the world acted like it did.

It wasn’t true. It COULDN’T be true.

Damian refused to accept or believe G...She was just...de--gone.

No no she wasn’t gone. It didnt feel right. It wasnt right. She...she was too strong to just be taken down like that.

Damian refused. He wouldnt accept she was gone.

That was the first week, the start of the first month of her “death”. While the team and the world grieved he vocally and aggressively denied it. His attitude concerned most, but no one approached him at first.

“ Everyone grieves differently...just leave him be for now you guys. He just needs time...” Grayson was the one who rationalized his denial, his tone low and almost dead. The voice of a man whose gone through a loved one’s death before...no...the voice of the boy who went through THIS particular loved one’s death before.

The concerns for Damian’s well being and mental health arose stronger after the first month of denial, when the obsessive behavior began.

She wasnt dead. She was alive, she HAD to be, she WAS alive.

Thats what Damian told himself, everyday as he obsessively searched for her. Every hint, every even slightest trace was poured over over and over and over for days on end. Something was off, he knew it he knew it goddammit! Everything about it was off and wrong. She was too strong, the death was too sudden, they weren’t allowed to see the body...

He scoured over every single little detail of the mission, the time it happened, everything. He watched video surveillance frame by frame, second by second until his eyes stung and his vision was as blurry as some of the footage. He knew she was alive, he didnt care what everyone else said. They were wrong...

They had to be wrong.

His behavior, his refusal of her absence began starting arguments between Grayson and Kori. Damian acted out worse during missions, he refused to listen, and if he wasnt forced to go on missions or patrols he was locked away in his room searching and hunting for hints, clues, little trails she’d have left for him. But he knew of the arguments, arguments he heard when they thought he wasn’t there.

“ Dick, his behavior isn’t healthy at all! He isnt listening at all anymore. He’s hurting himself with this obsession. Nothing I say makes a difference to him but he sees you as a brother, you have to do something, he’s spiraling into a dark state of mind thats not letting him move on!”

“Kori...”

“Dick you need to do something. This isn’t healthy it isn’t normal--”

“ Kori I understand you’re worried. I’m worried about him too. But...I also understand what he’s going through...when...back when I first lost Gr--lost Her all those years ago...I was exactly like Damian is now. I didnt want to accept it, I refused to accept she was dead, even when she died in my arms Kori. I know that his obsession isnt healthy or even really helpful for him but I understand it. He’s in pain and distressed and angry and this unhealthy denial is natural. He just needs more time, some more supervised space, and understanding...”

Damian walked away from that room before they noticed him, a small bubble of gratefulness in his chest at Grayson’s defense. But he was still angry.

She wasnt dead. How could even Grayson give up on her so easily?!

He knew they thought he was going crazy by the middle of the second month, that he was seeing things that werent even there. At a person who wasnt there.

The denial and obsession got worse. And with it so worsened his temper.

They stopped speaking her name around him when he almost took off Beast Boy’s head with his sword for mentioning her name in a past tense. He forgot to eat a couple days at a time, he now outright refused to go on missions. He didnt understand. How could they go on these other pointless, unrelated missions when she was out there, alive and possibly in need of help. He started losing more and more sleep, time not spent searching filled with restless hours of nightmares. Of her, calling his name, of her lost and alone in a strange unfamiliar place, of her captured and tormented.

Those ones he’d wake up in a cold sweat and spend the rest of the night searching, sometimes waking up screaming with bangings and pleads to be let in on his locked door.

Damian knew she was out there. She was leaving him a trail, he just had to figure it out and follow it.

By the third month he looked like a train wreck with feet. He was exhausted, empty, and shakily staying awake on blinks of sleep and caffeine. But now he was leaving, constantly leaving his room and the tower to chase after leads and clues to find her. All over the city, all over towns outside the city. He marked each dead end on a map he pinned up to his wall so he didnt follow a wrong lead twice. He was haunted by ghosts of her presence, her laugh, her comments. The only reason he’d remember to eat was imagining her voice in the back of his mind

Damian look at you! You’re not gonna be a good Robin if you dont eat jerk.

So he would eat and go back to his work. Even when his father broke his lock open and dragged him across country back to Gotham to get him away from the city it happened in.

“Shes not dead Father. I know she’s not. Why wont any of you believe me?!”

“ Damian....I know how much it hurts to lose someone...And I know you don’t want to believe it...but sometimes its better to accept reality and move on for them.” He caught the fist the young boy threw towards his stomach. He hadn’t properly trained in awhile, he was reckless and his reflexes had slowed since Kori had stopped him from locking himself in the training room without supervision, before he started finding leads.

“ Damian...”

“ She’s out there, She is still alive Father. I know she is. I dont care what you or Grayson or anyone else says. She is still alive and I will find her and bring her back, even if it ruins me.”

The middle of the third month was practically lived in the Batcave, using every new resource now available to him. He still went out and searched Gotham, searched towns and cities around it ruthlessly. Nothing really stopped him, from requests, orders, threats, even blocking and locking up exits after leaving for patrols. Damian still found his way out and continued following lead after lead. He felt as if he was slowly going crazy, seeing glimpses of her in crowds or on streets. But every time he’d catch them it either wasnt here or she was gone by the time he caught up.

But he didnt give up. He wouldnt give up on her like everyone else.

She never gave up on him, he refused to let her down by not doing the same.

Even as some nights doubts flooded his mind, clouding his resolve.

Shes out there...she has to be....right?

It was the fourth month. He was almost broken from exhaustion and on the verge of completely losing his mind when Grayson gently coaxed him from the Bat Cave to the Tower. He was so exhausted he didnt register the slight apologetic tilt to his worried frown, the almost guilty pleading light to his blue eyes.

When they got to the Tower and Damian set his foot on the pavement he almost pulled out his sword and attacked Grayson on the spot if he had more of a mind to. His anger flared then swept itself away in the wave of emotions that struck him seeing the female figure standing beside Red Hood, looking at him with the small smile he’d almost forgotten.

“ Damian...what the hell happened to you?”

Her voice, low, shocked, concerned and alive was what snapped him into motion, storming over to the two with an enraged look of death.

Her dark hair was longer now, starting to lightly brush her shoulders instead of her ends of her ears. She’d lost a little weight and she was dressed differently than she normally would. But those aqua green eyes were still the same he remembered, eyes dark with concern at his silence.

He kept storming for her, fists clenching so tight his hands began to sting and he looked like he was about to punch them both in the face.

“ Damian...? Shit Damian you look terrible what--” She never got to finish that sentence before Damian was holding her in a bone crushing hug that actually knocked some breath out of her. He held her as tight as he could, held her warm, real, living and breathing body in his grip and let himself relax for the first time since she left him.

She was there, she was ok, she was ALIVE.

He felt her arms slowly but surely wrap around him in response, one hand grasping onto the back of his shirt and the other slipping around his shoulders, her face pressing into his shoulder. Her scent flooded his senses, she smelled a little different, like soap and tacky strawberry shampoo but it was still her.

“ Gracie...Gracie I swear if you ever....EVER pull a stunt like that and fake your fucking death on me again I will kill you myself when i get my hands on you...Dont ever do that again...” His threat didnt bother her by the sound of her soft, apologetic laugh. Her grip around him tightened and his body loosened and uncoiled as if her presence her touch was carefully unwinding a tightly coiled spring. The world around him was a bit of a blur as she moved away to look up at him and press her hand, her warm living hand, to his cheek with a apologetic smile.

“ I wont do it again...I promise Damian...never faking my death again. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you...im sorry.” He shut his eyes and leaned into her hand, letting her voice, her touch, HER wash over him. She was here, in his arms, alive and breathing and talking and HERE.

“ I never gave up...” He felt her perk up at his words, even felt the almost puppy like confusion. He opened his eyes and gave a small vulnerable smile that he only showed few people and his pets. He moved his hands to cup her face before pulling her into another embrace, cradling her in his arms tight as if she would disappear the moment he let go of her.

“ I never gave up on you Gracie...Even when the rest of the world acted like it did....I never stopped looking for you, following the trails you left me.” She smiled, eyes getting wet and glassy.

“ You....Fuck Damian...I really dont deserve you...and I know you almost caught me a few times...” He chuckled softly and leaned his head forward pressing his forehead to hers.

“ Dont ever do that again or I’ll skin your hide.” She gave another soft laugh, the sound almost music to his ears after the past for months of hell.

“ Never again.” He smiled and leaned his face more, the relief physically showing on his body as he pulled her closer.

“ And thank you...for not giving up on me.”

End

And There it is! I know it might be kinda crappy but the inspiration hit and I wrote everything that came to my head! I hope you guys like it and if you have any questions about the Oc Gracie feel free to ask! I love babbling about her!

@phantommoonpeople @preciousthingsareprecious

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