#uhhhh he likes the smell of the portal

[hannahmanderr]

random Cujo headcanon i'm submitting to @duchi-nesten for approval:

Cujo has a unique ability to sniff out portals. Unlike Wulf, who can only track his own, Cujo can track just about any portal at any time, natural or manmade. It's partially why he's able to come so quick when he's called or why he has a knack for seeming to turn up out of the blue (usually near Danny, who just reeks of the Fenton Portal).

that's a huge reason why he bonds to Danny in the first place. a friendly ghost boy who smells like a portal? What's not to love? Eventually, after spending more and more time with Danny, the scent of the Fenton Portal becomes more and more recognizable to him, and with the Fenton Portal being consistently present and in the same spot, having the same smell as his favorite person, he begins to associate the scent with the idea of "home."

[damienthepious]

did you know that it's a full moon tonight? because that fact has shaped ALL my writing progress today.

i fucking hate this new editor by the way. i can BARELY fucking post fic at all anymore and it's fucking banishing me to the phantom zone. go read my fic on ao3 instead im begging you.

raised by wolves

[ao3]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationships: Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Rilla, Sir Damien, Lord Arum, The Keep

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin' Tuesday, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Werewolf, Werewolf!Rilla specifically, Secrets, (look i think rilla deserves to have some angsst explored for once), (uhhhh god there have GOT to be more tags uhh. i don't know i'll add more later), (In later chapters there will be), Implied/Referenced Harm to Children, Implied/Referenced Violence, Mild Injury

Summary: Rilla is keeping secrets.

Notes: This didn't exist this morning and now i've got a new fucking multichapter to worry about jesus fuck. hopefully (LMAO) this one won't actually be that long? if it goes according to.. plan???? yeah. right. fine. okayfine.

~

Rilla has always liked straight lines. Consistent rules. Categories, into which data points will neatly fall.

This might, possibly, have something to do with all the categories she falls between the cracks of, herself. Or maybe she was always going to be like this. Who knows? She doesn't exactly have a control group to check with. Life doesn't work like that; neat and tidy like her experiments. Life is messy. Her life, in particular, is messy. But, hey, at least it's messy mostly on a predictable cycle. Mostly.

Rilla packs her usual bag, false bottom carefully in place with her new tinctures alongside the old standbys. She pulls her hair out of her face and into a braid, and picks her way down to the greenhouse to say her goodbyes.

A newer wrinkle in the routine: saying her see-you-in-a-couple-days, I-promise-I'll-be-safe, try-to-remember-that-I-love-yous in the Keep, now, and not in her own hut. Saying them to Arum, too.

Arum hasn't questioned her absences, yet, because she goes off on her own all the time anyway, and because he never really seems to question her about leaving the Keep. She can tell that he doesn't want to remind her of being kept here, and... that isn't necessary, really, but it's sweet, in a way.

He and Damien can keep each other company while she's gone, too. Which is nice. Damien doesn't have to be quite so lonely when she's gone, anymore (and Arum doesn't have to be lonely at all, if she can help it).

She kisses Damien deep, distracted by the way his skin smells, this close to the moon, and when she pulls back Arum nuzzles his snout into her neck in a way that makes her want to growl, though she manages to suppress the urge into just a shudder as she wraps an arm around him and squeezes. No time for fun, just now, unfortunately. She kisses Arum's cheek, light and sweet to make him scowl, and then she peels herself away with a casual wave.

The Keep's portal drops her in the front room of her hut, receding back into the wide planter to the left of the hearth with a gentle farewell warble from the Keep (or at least... what she assumes is a gentle farewell warble), and Rilla grabs another one or two things to stuff into her pack before she steps out of the hut, locks up, and marches into the jungle.

Damien thinks that her monthly disappearances have to do with harvesting rare medicinal plants with very particular blooming cycles, which is... partly true. There are flowers and herbs to be harvested during the day, when she can. She doesn't like being less than honest with Damien, but she's been less than honest with every single person she's ever known since her parents were Exiled. And- it's a medical condition. Sort of. She's allowed to keep a medical condition private if she wants to.

Arum...

Arum complicates things. He's good at that.

Arum complicates her excuses for not telling Damien, specifically. Because if Damien can, in fact, put aside his animosities and find room in his heart for a monster...

(Maybe she could have told him ages ago.)

(Or maybe not. Maybe it would have been too much, before. Maybe he would have been terrified. Maybe he would have felt betrayed. Maybe he would have told the Crown. Maybe he would have-)

No one knows about the second hut, the same way no one knows about her condition. Though... "hut" is generous. Her home is a hut, cozy and carefully cluttered and warm and welcoming. This building is more of a shack, really. It's a fair hike from the hut, but she can get there before dusk with time to spare, which is pretty much the point. Technically speaking, she could just overnight here and then come back home during the day, if she really pushed it, but that would be a lot harder to explain than just saying that she needs to travel to a distant grove for botanical purposes.

It looks abandoned and ramshackle, but the door and the lock are sturdy, and Rilla has the key.

Sturdy, reinforced walls, a wooden locking bar to make certain that nothing gets in and out, no windows. Bare floors, excepting a chair and a desk in one corner for a little bit of reading or writing during the day, and a chest to keep her things in. Mostly open space, where Rilla spreads out the blankets she brought, right in front of the metal hoops for the chains.

She cut her timing a little close today, mostly because she wanted to actually enjoy her morning with Damien and Arum. She sighs, stretches, and unpacks her extra clothes into the chest so she can get to the false bottom of her pack and pull out her medicine.

First night. She'll go with her standby tincture, this time. She has a new experimental blend she wants to try, but she'd rather save it for tomorrow, the full moon, and see how it affects her on the day that hits her with the most severe symptoms. This one, she at least knows that it'll keep her mostly placid.

She sighs, uncorks the vial and slams it back like a shot, wrinkling her nose at the taste.

The medicine makes her memory a bit... muddy? But even before she developed this particular treatment regimen, she couldn't remember much about what happened, what she would do on the nights immediately surrounding the full moon.

She does know that she hates it here. Hates the chains, hates the wood against her claws, hates the drowsiness from the medicine. Hates being alone.

She packs her kit back up. She undresses to her underclothes, then stows her dress and shoes and the tinctures into the chest before she closes it with a click.

She goes to sit on the blankets on the floor, then, fixing the harness around her neck and chest and adjusting it to the marked positions. Rilla has been alone in one way or another since her parents left, she reminds herself as she settles in to wait, her skin already prickling and her eyes adjusting far too quickly to the dark.

The wolf will just have to cope.

[buttterknifeee]

Hey! Can you do headcannons for Cyborg and Aquagirl!reader (platonically) spending a day making food together and just hanging out and at the end of the day all the titans eat together and keep complimenting them for their awesome food! Please and thank you so much, but also no pressure if you decide you don’t like it much. Have a good day 💚🖤

Hey!!! I love this idea I hope you're having a lovely day as well!!! Here's a small blurb sorry it took so long haha

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You and Cyborg have this tradition. Every Sunday you team together and make a load of food for the rest of the week. It’s really relaxing, you listen to music, try new recipes, and just talk about life like teens do.

You woke up and quickly got ready. Skipping over to the kitchen, you saw that Cyborg was already there, apron on and everything. You always laugh at the sight of him in an apron: he’s a 6’2 guys made of metal that could crush you if he wanted to, but he also had a little cartoon robot on his apron.

“Morning Cy!” you cheerfully, putting on your own apron. It was white with a little fish on it that you painted yourself. “Where are the others?”

“Morning A.G.!” Cyborg yawns, getting out pots and pans. Today you were going to attempt to make a giant lasagna, with homemade pasta.

“Beast Boy’s playing video games, Raven’s doing some spell stuff in her room, Star’s probably still asleep, and Robin is patrolling the city.” he says, taking his collection of spices out from a cabinet.

“So that means a whole day of you and me making pasta!” you concluded.

“You know it!”

You spent the rest of the morning making pasta dough, putting it through those flattener things, until you had nice sheets of pasta ready for cooking. You Cyborg started to make tomato sauce while you got sandwiches ready for the other Titans. They were lined up neatly on a cutting board for each of the Titans to grab.

Robin rushed into the room, grabbing a sandwich and stuffing it in his mouth. He mumbles something through his vigorous eating then leaves, continuing his patrol.

Starfire flies in, holding something behind her back.

“Glorious day, friends! May I suggest a Tamaranean ingredient for your cooking endeavors?”

“I dont-”

“Here! It is a fruit from the scaly growths in Tamaran! This is much of a delicacy in my home, as long as you don’t breathe in the fumes for too long!” She plopped an oozing piece of fruit into your hand, grabbed a sandwich, and flew away. Your hand tensed as the fruit continued to ooze, your other hand over your nose. Cyborg also held his nose and took out a pair of tongs. He proceeded to grab the fruit and dump in it the trash, tongs and all. He turned to you, your hand covered in suspicious smelling fruit juice.

“You might wanna wash that,” he said.

Beast Boy walked in after the fiasco died down. He recoiled at the smell.

“Dude, did something throw up and die in here??” he squeaked, covering his nose.

“You don’t even wanna know,” you groaned. He shrugged and took his sandwich, plopping down on the couch to eat it.

Raven materialized out of nowhere, causing the three of you to jump. Beast Boy turned into a mouse and scampered away, sandwich in his mouth. Raven silently tooked the sandwich and left, a small portal created by her magic taking her to her room.

It was later in the day, and the lasagna was baking in the oven. You and Cyborg were sitting at tables near the kitchen, talking about the other titans.

“Did you see the way Robin looks at Starfire?” Cyborg says, you giggling.

“You should see how Starfire talks about Robin on our girls nights!” you laugh. You heard a ding indicating that the lasagna was done. He takes the bubbling dish out of the oven and a warm smell overtakes the tower (you have thrown out the whole trash can containing the fruit in a dumpster on the other side of town). You two high five in satisfaction. The delicious smell drew out the other titans, and soon the other four titans came trickling out of their rooms. You all sat together to enjoy the delicious food you and Cyborg made.

“This is great you guys!” Robin says, looking at the two of you. You smile at his compliment.

“Yeah, and thanks for making mine vegetarian!” Beast Boy says through his stuffed mouth.

“I still don’t-” Cyborg mumbled, but you cut him off.

"Of course B.B.! Extra tofu, just like you like it!” You say with a wink.

“Thank you for this delicious meal, I assume that the fruit I have given you is in this layered dish?” Starfire asked, her eyes sparkling like a puppy dog.

“Um, we’re actually uhhhh… saving it for another dish!” you stutter, thinking of the trashcan you left it in on the other side of the city. “Yeah… it’s in the fridge… but behind a bunch of vegetables so there’s no point in looking for it haha.”

Before Starfire could respond, you Cyborg changed the subject. “Man, I am stuffed!”

“Couldn’t have said it better myself!” Robin said. “Well I better get go-”

“Ahp. Stop right there,” you smirk. Cyborg also smiles. “You know the rules.”

“The people who cook don’t have to clean!” Cyborg says. The other titans look at the giant pile of dishes you used in your cooking. It's going to be a long night for the rest of them.

[bobateaboo]

oh boy oh boy, oneshot time

~

Piper walked through the place, leaves crunching under her feet. they managed to lose their guide. again. look, it's not *her* fault that Smidge's flower pot is a relatively easy thing to have fall out of their backpack. and it was 100% Smidge's fault, anyway. *he's* the one who told her to open a portal, it's not *their* fault he ended up falling off in the wrong place.

"Smiiiiiidge?" she kept walking, looking for him. they're pretty sure they know where they are. this place has the general foreboding aura of Nightmare's domain, right? sooo, that's probably where they are.

Probably.

something moved. Piper tilted her head up, sniffing the air. that isn't the smell of Smidge's magic. Smidge doesn't smell like apples and tar.

Piper started to whip around just as a tentacle yanked her off the ground. they, of course, bit it. hard. she was fuckin yeeted as a reflex but eh what'cha gonna do.

they tumbled, nearly falling back as they rolled to her feet. Nightmare thinks he can fight me? bring it! who cares if I can't see where shit is, I'll kick his ass!

"Ow! Piper, it's just me!"

that,,, isn't Nightmare.

whoops

"oh. well you coulda told me that before I bit you."

"yeah, I could've," Piper could hear the wince in Zodiac's voice.

look, it wasn't Piper's fault Zodiac's magic smelled so much like her dads. sometimes you get chomped on by an angry goat child, that's just how the world works.

"Where's Smidge?" Zodiac asked, tending to the teeth marks on her tentacles.

"uhhhh. somewhere?" Piper shrugged, gesturing vaguely.

"you lost him?!"

"actually considering that he's the closest thing I got to adult supervision I think that labels it as he lost me."

Zodiac sighed, taking Piper's hand. "come on, we'll look for him together."

Piper trotted after her. this'll be fun. well, not much for everyone else, but there's certainly plenty of trouble for them to cause. they just gotta know where to look

[pixelatedrose]

Soulbound part Six

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Word Count: 2,651

Pairings: Platonic LAMP, Prinxiety, Logicality, background Remile

Warnings: uncensored swearing, unsympathetic Deceit, one small mention of being shot (metaphorically), if i missed anything please please tell me and if there's something in particular you want me to tag, don't be afraid to let me know!!

Summary:

Roman Prince and Logan Rose are soulmates. They’re platonic soulmates though. They both have the same Soul mark to prove it. But they both have one other soul mark, binding them to one other person. And when they find Patton Miles, it just so happens that they’re both his soulmate. Logan being his Soulbound Soulmate, and Roman being a platonic soulmate. But something feels missing. And it feels filled, shockingly so, when they meet a certain someone a year and a half after they found each other.

Chapter 6

  It was five minutes till the bell and 15 minutes ago Roman had given up on hoping Mr. Sanders and Virgil would come back. For all he knew they could be through a magical portal and would come back a day later and twice their ages and having gone incredible life changing journeys and Virgil would have realized too late that he wanted to be Roman's bestest friend in the entire world.

  Of course if that happened Roman would be pissed cause they went on a magical journey without him!!!

  "SORRY CLASS!!" Mr. Sanders announced loudly, bursting in through the door dramatically. Roman, who had been standing near the door, jumped nearly 5 feet in the air and suppressed a shriek, having it come out as a scream instead. Not much better.

  The class laughed softly and from behind the teacher, Roman saw Virgil.

  And what a sight he was.

  His eyes were tear streaked and red, but his eyes danced with joy as he held back a laugh. It was like witnessing raining stars, if you know what that is; when the sun shines on falling hail, it looks like sparkling stars streaking from the heavens.

  There were still the remnants of tears caught in his lashes and just the tip of his nose was red, matching his cheeks. And somehow, it was only then that Roman noticed his freckles, unmasked by tears and a lack of concealer.

  He was beautiful.

  And once again Roman got caught up in the moment and had forgotten where he was and what had happened.

  Virgil seemed to have caught Roman's staring and threw his hood over his head, obscuring his eyes, however failing to hide his shy smile that he thought he was so cleverly masking.

  "Well! Sorry about that but it's all over now and I would sincerely appreciate it if you didn't mention this to people!" Mr. Sanders finally said when the class settled down.

  Rose raised her hand. "I'll be happy to keep my mouth shut, but what happened exactly?"

  Mr. Sanders hesitated and Roman saw Virgil, who was still behind in the hall, stiffen up and all joy flicker off his face, his eyes shimmering with an uncomfortable glaze.

  Roman's emotions sizzled softly under his skin and he was about to turn on his friend when Mr. Sanders beat him to it in a much kinder tone.

  "That's something that I think can stay between me and my brother. Sorry, Rose."

  Had Roman been drinking anything it would be long sprayed over the rest of the class.

  Virgil and Mr. Sanders are brothers?! I mean I sort of knew they had the same last name, but I mean so does Bernie Sanders but they're not related!!!

  Roman opened his mouth to voice his disbelief, not catching the horrified look on a small emo boy's face. "Wai-"

  Ding!! Ding!! Ding!!

  Damn that bell.

  "Alright class! That's it for today and don't forget that the syllabus needs to be signed by Monday!!" Mr. Sanders called to his students who were shuffling around the room now, grabbing their books and bags and slowly filing out of the room.

  And swept up in the crowd, Roman lost sight of a purple haired boy with pale skin and pretty blue eyes.

  Roman cursed under his breath but halfway back home he silently blessed that the universe swept the small boy away from him. Virgil had obviously had a trying day. He didn't need a near stranger nagging him for information on his personal life after such a day.

~~•~~

  Virgil could have melted into the ground then and there when Thomas had announced to the whole class that they were brothers. Luckily the bell saved him and before Roman inevitably came looking for him (he had every other time of the day) Virgil slipped into the crowd and disintegrated his presence.

  He slipped into a side hall and watched Roman pass him by, a look of hot disappointment tracing his features. 

  It stung a little to watch, but Virgil could deal with a tinge of regret for a few seconds if it meant he could escape the drama of the day for a breath or two.

  After everyone was out of sight he turned around and went back into the classroom.

  "There you are!" Thomas said happily. "I thought you'd ended up running home. Which would have been fine I mean, it's your choice after all." He rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish and sloppy grin plastered on his face awkwardly.

  Virgil nodded. "Yeah it's fine. I want to talk to you about the letters anyway." Sudden realization dawned Virgil's mind and he frantically ran a hand through his hair. "Oh god of course I overlooked things!!"

  "Hey, is everything okay, Virgil?"

  "Yeah...I mean no! I mean- ugh!!" Virgil threw his hood over his head once again. "Mom will freak out if she doesn't know where I am…" He looked up at Thomas who had disappointment glazing his eyes. Virgil tried to correct himself. "Oh!! No no, no I'll just tell her I'm at a friend's house!!" He nodded to himself. "Yeah that will work!"

  Thomas looked at him. "Alright, I'll be in my office cleaning stuff up and then we can go if you're absolutely sure."

  Virgil nodded and pulled out his phone. He opened the messaging app and clicked on his mother's profile picture. He never did like calling people. Even his mom. He'd rather send a text and plan out what he's going to say rather than be put on the spot.

  He typed out a quick message and pressed send. Two seconds later Virgil's phone lit up with the call menu. Mom was written across the top and his mother's smiling face was flashing at him.

  Dammit, mom! Don't you know that texting is easier?!

  He answered the phone bringing the violent buzzing to a stop.

  "Hheeeyyyy mom!" Virgil said awkwardly. Not that his mother noticed apparently.

  "Virgey, honey! Tell me what is it that you're doing?" She sounded genuinely confused and Virgil had to hold himself back from facepalming.

  "Mom, I sent you a text…"

  "Oh I know, baby, it's just that mummy would rather hear it from you and not some computer thing."

  "Mom it's literally the same thing."

  "Oh it is? Oh...Well I wanted to hear your voice anyway!"

  Virgil rubbed the bridge of his nose before returning to the phone. "It's fine mom! I just wanted to go and hang out and study at a friend's house. That's all."

  There was a pause on the line and Virgil knew he'd met his doom. Of course she wasn't going to let him!! He should have just walked straight home and not looked back, he should have-

  "Oh honey!! You've already made friends?!"

  It was like being shot through the skull. Virgil you idiot you don't have any friends. How can you go over to a friend's house if the friends don't fucking exist.

  "Yep!! I've already made a friend!" Virgil lied through his teeth, sweating bullets.

  "Aww!! My baby's growing up and making friends!! What's their name? What are you studying?? Who are they???"

  Shit, shit, shit, fuck, uhhhh….. Virgil thought desperately of someone he could use as a friend. And before he had completed the thought in his mind, his mouth started forming words.

  "Roman Prince." Virgil said confidently.

  Wait fuck no-

  "Oh that's lovely! Well you have fun with your new friend darling dear!! I'm expecting you home by 5:30 for dinner!!" His mother squealed, the way she half sighed half giggled the word 'Friend' sending warm shivers across his cheeks. He knew he didn't have any friends but it wasn't something to swoon over!! Virgil heard the call end and he was left with a hot, embarrassed blush across his face and his mouth open like he was ready to catch something in it.

  "She was overly excited and way too quick to accept it wasn't she?" Thomas asked, coming out of his office with a shoulder bag.

  Virgil shook himself back to the present and nodded his head. "Yeah…"

  "Yep she's like that. Doesn't care where you are but cares way too much about what you're doing. She'll probably try and read any journals you keep tonight. Either that or she won't leave you alone during dinner."

  "She was like that when you were a kid too?"

  "Oh yeah. Deva doesn't seem to have changed much, if I'm being honest. And it's only more clear now why dad left her…"

  "Oh...She's...She's not that bad, is she?"

  "I mean in my opinion yes. But I can't force you to think things."

  "Right…"

  Virgil arrived at Thomas's place after a car ride full of belting out Disney songs as loud as possible and talking about the darker meanings behind each movie, and Virgil just felt that much more comfortable around his brother.

  "And welcome to my humble abode, brother Virgil!" Thomas said theatrically.

  Virgil rolled his eyes. "I see why you're the theater teacher, now."

  Thomas smiled before cupping his hands around his mouth. "GUSS-GUSS, JAQ, I'M HOME!!"

  "You have roommates?"

  "Yeah but they don't pay rent. And they're a mess to clean up after."

  "That doesn't sound like they're good roomies…"

  "Oh they make up for it by being cute."

  Thomas walked up the stairs waving Virgil to follow. He rounded into a room that was sure to be his and flicked on the lights, strutting over to a cage on the far wall.

  Virgil took the time to drink in the room and Thomas' s house. It was nice, and it smelled more like home than "home" ever did to Virgil.

  Thomas returned holding two fluffy objects in his hands. "This is Guss-Guss and Jaq!" He said bubbly. He held out his hands which were clasped warmly and safely around two mice. "Like I said, they make up for not paying rent by being cute!"

  If Virgil didn't have pride he would have cooed and melted at the sight of the puffballs. "Can I…?" He gestured in an odd way that somehow got his point across.

  "Yes! Yes you can hold them!" Thomas was delighted.

  He handed Virgil the two soft rodents and Virgil squeaked in delight, reminiscent of the mice themselves.

~~•~~

  An hour later, after eating leftover cake, watching Thomas try (and fail) to slide down his banister majestically, and talking about emo bands they were (or are in Virgil's case) into, Virgil and Thomas sat on the couch in the living room, Virgil absently feeding Guss-Guss little bits of coconut shavings.

  "So," Thomas began, Jaq falling asleep in his shirt pocket. "You wanted to talk about the letters? What do you want to talk about?"

  "I don't really know…" Virgil confessed. "I guess I just wanted to talk about them to get to know you better, but I don't know...I already feel like I know you." Virgil paused to pick up the mouse in his lap and delicately placed him on his shoulder. "The other thing was that I wanted to answer all the questions you asked me. But it feels silly just listing them off myself, so-"

  "What's your favorite color?" Thomas interrupted Virgil, a faint and warm smile on his face.

  "What?"

  "What's your favorite color? It was one of the first questions I asked in a letter I think." Thomas's words were soft but his eyes were beaming, as if he was the most clever person ever. "So. What's your favorite color?"

  Virgil smiled widely. "Purple!"

  Two hours later Virgil was being dropped off. He had talked the entire time about things they did, stories Thomas had missed out on, and Virgil's interests. It so happened that Thomas shared a lot of them. They almost got caught up talking about Avatar the last airbender for nearly half an hour towards the end of their talk, and still had a million things they wanted to know.

  "Hey drop me off here!" Virgil asked.

  "Why? Your house is still a block away."

  "I know, but I don't want mom to know I was with you."

  "Ah. That makes a little more sense." Thomas pulled over and let Virgil out of the car.

  Virgil did a double take before running up to the drivers side window and reaching through, giving his older brother the best hug he could from where he was.

  "Thanks, Thomas. I'll see you tomorrow!"

  "See you tomorrow, Virge!!" Thomas called out to the purple haired boy.

  Virge… Virgil had never actually been called Virge before. His mother always ended it with a cutesie "y" at the end, making him feel like a toddler.

  He found that he enjoyed the way Virge sounded.

  It suited him.

  He liked it.

~~•~~

  A boy called Deceit sat in his room thinking. He wanted to get the purple haired boy to be his new puppet friend victim. He stood up and crossed his room, fishing a clean notebook out of an all too messy desk, in the process disturbing the bracelets on his wrist causing a hint of a tattoo to catch the light.

  The boy called Deceit panicked and dropped the notebook, slapping a hand down around his wrist. He took a few calming breaths and adjusted his bracelets again. He picked up his notebook and began writing everything he knew about the purple haired boy down.

  He's reserved.

  But not afraid to talk back.

  He's been through shit and I'll put him through hell.

  He seems fairly depressed and easy to manipulate.

  Use that against him.

  Or don't.

  He's drawn to Roman Prince. That's a problem. I can probably fix that with time.

  He's the new drama teacher's little brother. And at least I'm not an idiot like the rest of this dull lot and I know who the new teach is.

  I can use that too.

  A short boy who was called Deceit thought back to Roman Prince and how he was tied up in all of this when a grand idea struck him as he scribbled out what he had previously written about the semi-popular boy.

  Oh I can use that.

  Oh now this will be a fun game to play!!

~~•~~

  Patton got home from school that day, a little sad that he wasn't able to walk home with Logan that day. His boyfriend had said that he wanted to start going to Chess Club as soon as possible and heaven knows that Chess Club is B O R I N G.

  It had been a particularly odd day for Patton, emotions-wise. He had a slight prickle of dread in him for the first half, followed by tiny warm fuzzies that didn't last too long. That was replaced by more dread bubbles that burst into full blown betrayal and regret by the time 6th period was rolling around.

  It had evened out though, Patton felt unusually happy and content for the rest of the day. It had been a weird few days, but it wasn't something he could help.

  Hormones, amiright?

  Patton flopped down onto his bed and sighed happily. It had been a long while since he had been this blissfully content with his life. He glanced over at his fishtank- He was allergic to cats and his parents wouldn't let him have a dog no matter how much he begged, so he settled for fish.

  Fish and dogs were basically the same thing, right? I mean there was such a thing as a catfish so dogfishes must also exist.

  Patton giggled happily to himself as he imagined a fish on a leash, floppy little dog ears sprouting from its scaly head.

  Something felt right.

  Something felt calm.

  It felt like there were going to be good days ahead.

  And Patton couldn't wait to greet them.

Authors notes:

So uh yeah good news. This chapter WASN'T late!! In fact it's EARLY!! Yeah so i got hit with some mad insomnia last night and ended up writing a whole bunch. It's not a long chapter, but i think it's a good break from all the angst. Don't get too comfy though~

Anyway, love you all and stay fresh and minty my shiny folks!! 💛

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[ender-sheep]

gonna just live blog in a single post

these idiots don’t know how to sit in a circle and i love it

you can very much tell they didn’t come up with names beforehand

i have no idea which is ash and which is zackary but i love them

gump really does look like that’s his name

dream and techno are very attached to their skins have they ever had a different skin than modified normal skin in tftsmp

porkums is 36 years old and got held back a lot and i still love him

is schlatt a ghost or just really pale?

poor gump stop bullying him :(

schlatt landlord cryptocurrency arc

schlatts flirting with greg how long until francis is jealous

twins my beloved

...that’s a big house

b u t t o n

the twins have milk buckets again....

awwww stop bullying porkums :(

drlatt

...very? special? button??

uhhhh

ah yes press the button on 3

oh wait i just realized this means canonically there’s other people on the smp besides the actual people

everyone just. leaving.

clout break i guess

stop making fun of his hat it’s nice :(

i s i t m o n o p o l y

nature valley crunch bars ew

oooOooooooOOoO secret lAaaaAir

connor=dirt=haribo

nooo don’t trade porkums for connor

noooo bring back porkums :(

yayyy porkums is back

twins my beloved

haribos are good best gummy bear brand

schlatt stop the constant fourth wall breaks challenge

GLATT

rip rash?

oh good he’s alive

rip gump

oh nope he’s still alive too

just saw gump x schlatt enemies to lovers in chat uhhhh

rip gump

oh nope never mind he’s fine

twins my beloved give the children some land mines

why is chat spamming about the music i can barely hear it how can they tell it’s lavender town wtf

1 in 7.5 trillion with the dudududu damnnnn

G L A T T

‘if i don’t look down gravity can’t get me’

the falling bridges are so cool

the twins have declared greg and francis are probably dating

c a k e

ayyy gumps birthday

punchy time

birthday DIE

l a n d m i n e s

don’t kill rash :(

g r e a t s h o t

G R E A T S H O T

bacon time

that’s a lot of arrow s

who’s miss lemon

what the fuck tubbo

G L A T T

why is glatt singing move along now

ayy porkums my beloved

he really got some of the best and some of the worst actors on the smp

b o u n c e y

whoever puts the star in is gonna die huh...

hold up i left to get food what heppened

WHATS HAPPENIND TP PORKIMS NOOO

nooooooooooo

PORKUMS MY BELOVED COME BACK <\3

I KNEW THAT WOUKD HAPPEN IF HE PUT THE STAR IN

dudududu

ayyy gump drinking bbh plays an alcoholic in literally every tftsmp

...i just tried to drink from a can i never opened

woo train

they broke the track rip

hold up i just noticed the minecarts are stacked oof

NO DONT TAKE GUMP

gump my beloved

pickaxe = pliers

if they kill off the twins i Will cry

wtf is that at the bottom are those chickens

is it glow stone in water??

v i o l e n c e

aww don’t bully rash :(

twins my beloved

f l o a t y

map=meme

even when gump is gone they bully him </3

ah yes wipeout = the bachelor

karl really flirts with every one of sapnap s characters

chat stop bringing up nsfw fanfics challenge it’s not funny and it never was

G L A T T

BOUNCIES

if they choose a twin or rash i Will cry

schlatt and tubbo suggesting business together again :0

l o v e r b o y

NOT ASH NO

obviously not karl

oof francis is losing good

winning??? idk he has the most votes to die

aaaanddd it froze

ok it’s back

francis won

G L A T T

my computer fan light is very strange half of lit up half isn’t idk why it’s like this i can’t control it

oof porkums died because of the hat

rip francis

🦀francis is gone 🦀

NO ASH NOT ASH

DONT SEPARATE THE TWINS

noooooooooo </3

NO ZACKARY

he separated them ;-;

twins my beloved </3

;—;,

G L A T T

i miss zackary and porkums :(

chat very cringe

aww rash flirting with karl

v i o l e m c e

giant spider nice

j u m p g r e g

roasty toasty

uhhhhh?

egg??

this better not be The egg

too much blue to be The egg

S Q U I D S

SQUIDS ON THE CEILING

karl shipping greg and francis

send greg to francis chat

G L A T T

floaty glatt

GLATT WITH A SKULL WHAT WILL HE DO

just realized i’ve been spelling zachary wrong i’m too lazy to change it

schlatt calling greg hot is just so funny

ba ba booey

...speaking of long and hard...?

drlatt

H a m b u r g e r

t h e r o d

‘not his long shiny rod’

r e a l e s t a t e

NO THEYRE DEAD

;—;

NOT ZACHARYY NOOOOO

oh no they’re just wearing skulls

ayyyy gump smells good now nice

porkums my beloved

oh shit it’s schlatts tomb

no ones dead :D

twins my beloved

d r u g s

DUDUDUDU

noooo inbetween time

well at least there was the good ending we all needed after tommys stream

i wonder if the wither roses above the books have any real significance or it it’s just for contrast against the white

KARL WITH NO BRIM

‘find a way into the portal’.... the end portal??

holy shit every time i see the castle it just looks cooler

DONT STRAY FROM THE PATH

m a n y k a r l s

why karl have no hair oof

his eyebrows damn

‘it can’t see you down here’ W H A T

well obviously don’t trust it that was obvious from the beginning

WAIT IS IT THE INBETWEEN MAKING HIM LOSE MEMORY

JUST STICK TO THE PATH

who is it that does the bracket smile :] i know one of them always does i forget who

damn that was cool

[ckret2]

Isla de Rotten Fish

Anonymous said:If you're taking prompts still, could I request a Rodan x Reader or a Godzilla x Rodan one shot? 8D Also bless your writing I love it sm!!

“Actually I’m not taking prompts right now” I say as I immediately sit down to write a second-person Rodan fic.

Set uhhhh sometime vaguely after the movie. Not proofed yet because my computer had to shut down EXACTLY two seconds after I finished typing the fic and it took me forty minutes to get back online long enough just to post it.

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They say the volcano on Isla de Mara is el nido del demonio—the Nest of the Demon.

They say that the volcano is a portal to hell, and that periodically a devil will crawl out of it to terrorize the island and nearby coastline.

They say that the only way the terrified islanders could appease the awful demon was by sacrificing their own people to the volcano in exchange for the demon's mercy.

However, "they" were writing in Spanish, cited no sources, and claimed that the demon was probably local superstition, so you're pretty sure "they" were the same bunch of rosary-clutching conquistadors who had claimed Moctezuma thought Cortés was a god.

In other words: they were full of bullshit.

Yesterday you sat outside with a Coke and spent half an hour watching Rodan bounce a rock on his beak like a tiny soccer ball.

If Rodan were a threat to the local humans, they wouldn't have sacrificed each other to him; they would have moved away. But Huastecos lived two flaps away from his nest for hundreds of years, even when he was awake. In your opinion, as long as no one's firing missiles at him, you've got nothing to be afraid of.

You've lived on Isla de Mara your whole life, just as your Huasteco ancestors have been doing for centuries. The volcano that’s now covered in freshly-spilled volcanic rock is part of the background set for your life.

One of your earliest memories is of hiking up the Nest on your father's shoulders. You clutched your hands in his hair when he turned around and you could see how far below the town was. At seventeen, you and a couple of friends from school snuck up on a mutual dare, trying to get as close as you could to the danger lurking over the crater—not the legendary demon, but the "geothermal power plant" with armed security guards.

You've hiked all over the volcano, biked down every street, swam on every beach, and walked through the forest. You've got an apartment that looks north toward the volcano. You've made hundreds of pizzas in a restaurant that's open to the sky and has beautiful murals painted on the naked concrete walls.  This is your island. You're not leaving it because the damn U.S. Army goaded a titan into attacking it, and you're not leaving it because the damn U.S. Army killed the nearby ocean. You're certainly not leaving it because the volcano happens to be occupied.

You stayed on a nearby island while Isla de Mara was still under quarantine—because of the eruption, because of the bombing, because of the monster returning to roost—but still close enough that sometimes Rodan's shadow fell on you as he circled his island. The second a crew came through looking for people to help clean up the island, you volunteered. It mean going home a little bit sooner.

When you got there, you found you weren’t the first one back. At least a couple dozen people had ignored the quarantine and boated home. Many of them you knew. You were happy to see them all. And more return by the day—tired, bitter, determined—driven by love and spite to sweep the volcanic ash out of the streets, rebuild what's burned down, uncover what's been buried, mourn the dead properly, and continue their lives exactly where they always have.

So now, here you are.

Scooping up dead fish.

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The largest industry on Isla de Mara is—was—fishing. Plenty of people have boats; many of them came back. But the waves of dead fish are endless. You're not a fisher, but you can work a motor boat, so you go out with the morose fishers with large nets, help them scoop up wave after wave of fish, and dump them on the beach.

You wear masks as you work—cheap dust masks, respirators provided by the Monarch agents who came to study Rodan but decided to pitch in, one old lady even has a gas mask—and still you smell the endless rotting fish. The smell clings to your skin. When you don't smell like rotting fish, you smell like the volcano. One of the fishers' daughters shares something about doctors during the Great Plague in Europe filling their masks with herbs and flowers to protect them from the stench, and you all start spraying perfume on the inside of your masks. It helps, but not entirely.

At least the fish are still floating. It makes them a lot easier to scoop up.

You're all piling the fish inside several shipping containers. They're at the northernmost tip of the island, which takes a lot longer to reach but keeps the fish away from town. The plan is for the cleanup crew to fill the shipping containers and then someone—you're not sure who, there are dozens of titan relief organizations now—will take them away for disposal and leave more behind. But the shipping containers are spilling over, still nobody has come, and the birds are attacking the rotting fish.

Today, the fish attract an even bigger bird.

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You and a couple other workers are on the beach to dump your latest load of fish when a massive shadow swoops overhead. You pause, glancing up, but quickly get back to work; you're all getting used to Rodan circling overhead as he comes and goes from his volcano.

But then he passes overhead again. And again.

And then the wind kicks up.

You freeze. And then all three of you bolt for the shelter of the trees. If he's landing, you'll need something to cling to. You don't want to get blown down the beach.

You've wrapped yourselves around the nearest trunks when he thuds down on the beach. The impact knocks you to the ground.

At least the wind is dying down. You roll over, rub your cheek where the bark scratched it, and look up.

Rodan is peering down at your containers of fish, beak clamped together, eyes narrowed, and wearing what you're pretty sure is a grimace of disgust. "What's he doing?" you whisper.

"Dunno," one of the other fishers says. He still has his arms around his tree, but he's slid down the trunk and it pushed his shirt up. "Maybe he's hungry?"

Rodan sticks out his tongue at the fish and blows the world's loudest raspberry. It's surprisingly high-pitched.

"Not for that," mutters the second fisher.

You don't blame him.

"Why don't you ask him what he wants?" asks the second fisher. "He's just a big dinosaur, right?"

You shoot him a look. He's grinning. You went to school with him—you've probably known him since you were five. You're not close friends, but he knew you during your dinosaur phase.

All ten years of it.

"He's not," you snap. And then, because you can't help yourself, you add, "Pterosaurs technically aren't dinosaurs." He suppresses a wheezing laugh.

(You've got to admit, though—once the initial terror and outrage wore off, you were gleeful to discover that an actual pteranodon was living in your backyard. A giant, lava-filled pteranodon. Somewhere deep inside, your dinosaur-loving inner child is screaming in glee. If you've got to have a titan on your island, then dammit, at least you've got the best one.)

Rodan inspects the containers a few moments longer with increasing displeasure, then takes off. You all cling to your chosen trees again, waiting for him to leave.

He doesn't leave, though. He hovers in spot just over the containers. Some of the fish blow off and land in the sand. Then, facing the ocean, he grabs a container delicately between two claw tips—like gingerly picking up a dead cockroach a napkin—and lifts it up.

He's facing the ocean.

Oh no. He's not about to dump all those fish back in.

Without thinking, you get to your feet and tear down the beach, waving at him and screaming at the top of your lungs. If the others say anything, you can't hear it over Rodan's wind. It's like trying to run directly toward a hurricane. But despite feeling several times like you're about to be lifted off your feet, you keep running and keep yelling.

He spots you.

(That's only a slight surprise. You're wearing a neon pink-green-yellow jacket, designed by the same artist who painted the restaurant where you work. For something so small, you stick out.)

He lands.

The wind stops and your sprinting speed abruptly increases, now that he's not blowing you back. Your momentum hurtles you toward and you stumble to a stop so close to Rodan, you can feel the heat he's radiating. It feels like opening the door to a pizza oven. You backpedal, both to get away from the heat and so that you don't have to look straight up at his face.

He cocks his head at you.

You point at the container, and then at the ground. "Put it down!" you shout. "Down!" He doesn't understand you. Can he even hear you?

He looks at the container—still held in his foot—then at you. He doesn't appear to be impressed. He makes a fake throwing gesture, pantomiming flinging the container out to sea.

In despair, you watch two net loads of fish fly out of the container and back into the water.

"NO!" You make a big X with your arms, and then pantomime putting the container down again. "We're trying to get them out of the water! Out!" How do you make him understand? You run into the surf, pick up one of the fish, gag, and fling it onto dry sand. "You see?!" You pantomime scooping up more with your hands and throwing it onto the beach.

Rodan tilts his head as he studies you, the fish—and then the sea. For a moment, he seems to forget about you as he stares out at the ocean: the still, filthy, dreary ocean. As monstrous as his vast eye is, iris glittering bright gold against a dark sclera, something in it looks human in a way that hurts your heart.

His eyes carry the same look that you've seen in every person who's come back to Isla de Mara: the grief of gazing at the ruin that's been made of one's home.

He looks back at you, and you think he understands.

He takes off again. The force of it blows you onto your back. You squeeze your eyes shut and shield your face with your arms until the sand has stopped blowing. When you look up, he's flying toward his volcano, still carrying the container. 

There's a puff of smoke from the volcano. You're still trying to process what you just saw—did he dump your fish into his nest?—before he returns to the beach and drops the shipping container. You hide your head under your arms once more as the impact sprays sand across you. By the time you can look again, he's halfway back to his volcano with the other two containers carried in his talons.

Where he picked up the first shipping container, the metal is dented inward and the paint is burned and peeled.

You've gotten up on your knees and braced yourself when he drops the other two containers, and get to your feet again as soon as he lands. The containers still stink like hell, but they're usable again. And he dumped three shipping containers of rotting fish into his own nest to help you do that?

Absolutely flabbergasted, you yell up at him, "Thank you?" What else is there to say? Even if he does understand human languages, he's probably been asleep since before Spanish was spoken on Isla de Mara. How do you say "thank you" in Huasteco? Your mind just went completely blank.

He makes a loud chirp that threatens to pop your eadrums in. You wonder if he actually said something to you, or if he's just acknowledging that you made a sound at him.

He points his beak toward his volcano, looks down at you reproachfully, sticks out his tongue, and makes a long hissing noise.

"What?" you ask. "Gross?"

He ducks his head and rubs a nostril along the edge of his wing, like he's trying to scrape out a smell.

"Yeah, gross. Hey!" You wave up at him, and then gesture down toward the beach. He looks at the sand, then back up at you. "No, like this." You crouch down, leaning forward to lower your head. He hesitates, then ducks down until his head is level with yours.

God, every time you see him from a new angle, you're amazed all over again at how mind-bogglingly huge he is. His eyeball is the size of your head. How does something that big survive? While covered with volcanic stone, too? Maybe he's like a bird, hollow bones to stay light—maybe he's got bones made out of pumice? Pumice floats in water. Is pumice strong enough to form a titan's bones? You don't know.

"Here, this will help with the stink." From a large pocket in your cargo pants, you take out the bottle of cheap flowery perfume you and the others have been using to fill your masks, and spray it into his nostril.

It immediately ignites. You both squawk in alarm and stumble back from each other. You end up, yet again, falling over in the sand.

He lets out a piercing shriek, and you're sure he's going to kill you for your error. It takes you a moment to register that you aren't dead, and that he's still shrieking in short staccato bursts—he's laughing.

You stare up at him in amazement. He gives you one last look, eye squinted in amusement—then takes off for the last time and heads out toward sea.

When you return to the other two fishers, their jaws are both dropped. You spent the whole walk over to them trying to think of something cool to say. All you managed to come up with is, "Bet you wish you'd studied dinosaurs, huh?"

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All three of you give up on work for that day—no way in hell you’re scooping up more fish after that—and no one believes you when they get back to the trailer and you explain to them why you're "slacking off." To make up for taking a half day off, you're out on the sea again at the crack of dawn.

And there, out on the ocean with you, skimming close to the surface and dragging along a massive discarded Monarch tent like a net, is Rodan. He's scooping dead fish out of the water and dumping them on the beach.

In a few days, you see him skim the surface of the lava out of his nest, work it into a ball with his clawed fingertips as it cools, and go down to a beach to crumble it up. Dark volcanic dust and the ashes of cremated fish rain down on the beaches.

The sand gets darker over the coming weeks—but slowly, the sea gets cleaner.

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((Replies/reblogs are very welcome! The rest of my KOTM fics set in this same continuity are in the “source” link below.))

[riahpariah]

It’s been a while since I talked about our DnD game. Spoilers for Explorer’s Guide to Wildemount and also my campaign so hopefully the players do not find this.

This got SUPER LONG and I am honestly not expecting anyone reads this, I just want a place to get it all down and keep it fresh and amuse anyone who wanders by. Carry on.

The party made it to Rosohna after their quest with Sunbreaker Olomon (via a teleportation circle, because fuck traveling by foot). They saved his life from a necromancer and also kept the kid alive through the hunt, though he didn’t get to land a blow on the necromancer and he was upset that his rite of passage was a letdown. They got paid, they got their ring (of spell storing, because they LOVE high power items and I sprinkle them in. Their enemies are getting way harder in response).

When they got to the city, I treated myself to a little naughtiness and I had Taskhand Adeen Tasithar be in charge of escorting them through the Lucid Bastion and to a hotel as thanks. The party loves him, thinks he’s a great guy. He is another character whose accent I CANNOT keep consistent, it varies between an Arabic accent (intentional) and British (unintentional). My players let it pass, and they are very sweet for doing so. But I did pull of a pretty good Essek for one ten-minute conversation in which they were interrogated about the portal they fell through. That was fun as well.

So they wandered the city a bit while waiting for word if they could be helped, and they found a shop that I set up that I’ve been so excited about. It’s called The Gilded Gamut, and it’s run by a duergar man named Duurek. I took bits and pieces of him from EGtW, mostly an idea about how he wants to convince the Bright Queen to allow a port to be installed for skyships, taking advantage of the Empire’s reticence to further themselves in global trade industry. He mainly wants to sell super expensive and rare items he collects, and he can’t go as a single dark dwarf to Port Damali and expect fair treatment, but if the entire Kryn Dynasty can be convinced to put a door in for the rest of the world...that would be a power move I’m just saying.

So he hires adventurers to get him his wares, and he operates primarily with teams on the Blightshore. However, as my guys will soon be heading to find the necromancer they are hunting, it will take them by the ruins of Draconia. Duurek has a tip about something uhhhh let’s say artifact in nature, in a vault down in the collapsed city. I have PLANS FOR THAT ONE FRIENDOS.

So Duurek, to test them out, sent them to drop a bag of putrid smelling mushrooms in a competitor’s shop, wrapped in a special cloth that would degrade over a day or so. The party doesn’t have a rogue, but the wizard is pretty stealthy, being a kenku, so she managed to get in (setting off one trap) and leave the mushrooms in a vase on the wall. She got back out, setting everything back how she found it as best she could, and as she went back over the fence in the back, she landed just in time for guards to do a round, and they questioned her and the dragonborn pally who’d been keeping an eye out, and after a couple bad persuasion rolls the guards were getting suspicious so the paladin panicked and said it was a sex thing. Funny enough, I plotted that whole block of buildings to see how they’d get into the rear courtyard to get to the door, and they didn’t know at the time, but the building they were next to was a brothel. The guard was like “keep it inside please” and moved on, but that was delightful.

So they went back to Duurek the next day, and they were going to get a little discount and some gold, and I nabbed another quest from EGtW. While they were talking the sky went bright noon, a fault in the system of nightfall pearls in the city. After a few minutes of explanation and bitching from Duurek, Adeen ran in and asked the party to help. The nightfall pearls had been stolen and those in the temples hit were slaughtered quietly, and as far as anyone knew the pearls were traveling northward out of Rosohna. The party agreed to help if Adeen would arrange for an item of Duurek’s to be given to them after--an Orb of Scrying. Adeen agreed to see it done and sent them off.

The party pursued, finding a few guards killed along the road through the Ghostlands, and after some good rolls they found where the thieves had gone off the road. They encountered a group of black-furred Hobgoblins (if you read EGtW you’ll recognize this from the Children of Malice section) and managed to kill them, though the gnome barbarian dropped again (he’s fine) and the pally got down to one hit point. They retrieved the pearls, returned them to a temple, and encountered one of the mages who had gone through the portal from Faerun. She admitted she didn’t know what she was in for, that the Head of the Black Spider and her right hand Zethix (the pally’s mortal nemesis) had arranged most of it. They would be the ones who know how the spell worked, and the party is desperately looking for a way back to Faerun. The mage had found peace in Rosohna and converted to worship of the Luxon, having grown up worshiping Lolth pretty much just because that’s all she knew, eschewed from Faerun society as a drow. The party let her stay in peace.

The last stop saw the party back to Duurek to pick up the Orb of Scrying. Wizard immediately sat down and used it to scry on Zethix, and he didn’t make the save. She saw him sitting on an obnoxious stone throne, half-reclined over and reading a book in a language she didn’t know, a variant of Common she didn’t find familiar. The title (which will be in Zemnian) will be “The Ascension of Vecna” (because Zethix is looking to fuck with some more necromancy, that being his whole spiel, and he’s super interested in what Vecna accomplished).

The players are going to pick up from there tomorrow night. I am HYPE.

[cheryllcher]

chat blanc reaction :)

alrighty i found some english subs yesterday and can finally understand what was happening in the episode dkdkdkf spoilers everywhere here sooo skip if u dont wanna see spoilers

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-oh hi emilie good to see u again. uh u too gabriel i guess

-oh another plan failed. okayy-- wait fifth middle name?? they celebrate that?? omg they just pulled a dumbledore here-- WUT'S HIS FULL NAME?? JDJDJDKDODKW

-the unicorn plushie is cute tho

-WOAH rose snapped. man she's mad

-i love u mylene u are adorable. aww i love how they just support her here. and yes juleka is cool with her electric guitar. :)

-"no" okay idk why i laughed at that but i did lol. ahhh and marinette knowing about his schedule again?? they really need to tone it down soon ://

-DID U SEE THE HEART EYES HE THREW AT HER?? and somehow this leads to nothing in canon COME ON TEAM WHY :<

-okay so he just leaves his window open?? wut if it rains tho??

-uhhh u've been in his room before?? and wow i guess this bed can nvr be messed up considering she's just laying in there

-aww sad kiddo. dont worry adrien the fandom + gorilla + basically everyone else but your dad loves u :))

-uhhhh this is creepy. why would u smell someone's pillow?? just drop the gift off and sign it marinette!!

-oh shoot. this is where it happens this is where he finds out djdjemdlffcdbd

-okay. i thought the beret was nice till i saw the hearts. it's just... a bit outta place??

-plagg is panicking lol and adrien is so lovesick edshwjehsv

-ooooh bunnyx is back!! oh shoot we gonna see chat blanc. the time portal thingys are cool thoooo

-why do i have the feeling that something happened to alix's dad?? and ohgosh ehrhrj her hand

-oh crud his little "save me" is making me sad dont cry precious child :'(

-idk wut's happening here with bunnyx but the time portal thingys are still cool

-wait where did this marinette come from?? OMG WE FINALLY GOT AN ADRINETTE KISS FOLKS YJWNRJRQG2TK5H MY HEART IS FULL

-awwww adrien being a supportive boyfriend and wearing the beret all the time :') my lifespan just prolonged by 15 years

-oh sh- GABRIEL AGRESTE U SUCK HOW COULD U JUST DO THAT

-look at them tears :<< now adrien's crying and my heart's breaking etgtjqhyfth like can u hear the crack in his voice?? gorilla my man please just adopt him alreadyyyyy

-yikes the poor butterfly nvr got a chance it just disintegrated :// but THIS MARICHAT MOMENT IS PRECIOUS

-first of all, nathalie u suck for partaking in this i thought u loved adrien. second, gabriel do u not feel regret?? guilt?? sorry but u dont deserve to be the father of our cinnimon roll

-they'll just keep not telling us the hamster's name, won't they??

-darnnnn that flick he's just so emotionless

-okay adrien, im sure u've noticed that u entered- no, crashed through your roof right??

-gabriel needs to go to jail like u dont just hit your son?? and akumatise him and force him to obey u and make him kill the love of his life??

-holyyyyy he just destroyed a bit of the moon

-the huggggggg my heartttt

-and we're back to normal i guess

-OMG THAT END SCENE IS- MY HEART IS CRYING NOW

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okay so overall i think that this episode is cool. like super cool. but there's just some questions and all like where the heck did the other marinette come from?? like i think that this should have been the 2-part finale, where they further develop ideas and show us what happned and everything rather then just time skips everywhere. it just seemed a little rushed and... all over the place again. but other than that my heart just went through a rollercoaster of emotions and now it's just crying in the distance. :'')

[linphd]

toga x villain!reader | anything to please you

himiko toga x reader

female reader

Toga tries to make (Y/N) fall for her in any way possible, and her quirk is actually useful. Not a lot of romance in that one shot but that was funny to write.

warning : mention of dick and stuff but that's just for fun lol

the first time I'm using another POV than the narrator's for this book lol???

           (Y/N) had joined the League not so long ago, but what could I say ? I forgot about Deku almost immediately. She seemed to know about my huge crush on her, but as long as she didn't give me the cold shoulder for it, I didn't mind it. I don't even know if she found out by herself or if some fucker -Dabi- exposed me, but she was nice enough not to change her attitude towards me when she heard about it.

          ''Uhhhh.... oh do you have this guy from Yuei, wait... I don't know his name ! Wait, I'll ask Shigaraki.'' We were sitting at the bar, and we were playing with my quirk. ''SHIGARAKI !!!'' He didn't answer -he was probably in his room not talking to us, as usual- but she had another idea when Dabi walked in. ''Oh, you should do Dabi !'' She said. So, I stood up from my seat, a knife in my hand.

        Dabi took a step backward. ''Don't even think about it.'' (Y/N) started to whine. ''But I want to see where all your burns are !'' He rolled his eyes. ''If I don't want to show you, there's a reason.'' They just stared at each other for some seconds, and I sat back on my chair.

        ''Is it because you also burnt your dick ?'' She said, smiling, eyes widened. ''What ? No !'' Dabi looked mad, but she didn't care. ''Come on ! Is it all purple and wrinkled too ?'' Dabi was about to answer when Shigaraki cut him off -yeah, he finally got out of his room. ''Can we not talk about dicks, for at least one day ?'' he said. He sounded mad, and we all could tell it even if he had this old hand on his face. Does he even wash it ?

        Anyway, what I meant was that (Y/N) wasn't scared of him, like, at all. We all were okay with him, but we had some limits because we knew he had some mental issues. He literally was a toddler ? Anyway, he sat as well, taking a drink in his hand, lifting a finger. ''Okay, I know you don't like to talk about dicks...'' (Y/N) began ''... because you can't masturbate. But dude, we don't have this problem, so we're not going not to talk about that kind of stuff because you're frustrated.''

       Dabi gasped before giggling, while I just kept laughing. The other villains were trying not to laugh, and Kurogiri didn't even seem to have heard it. However, he created some portals when Shigaraki tried to grab (Y/N)'s arm so he won't hurt her. ''Don't even try, Tomura, I'm stronger than you anyway. If you hurt me, you're fucked.''

        I didn't really focus on him at this moment, so I can't tell you what really happened. I just know that he groaned, probably insulting her. While everyone was focusing on their fight, I took this opportunity to cut Dabi with my knife and collect his blood. He yelped, trying to slap me, but I avoid it and followed (Y/N) to her room, the both of us giggling.

          She sat on her bed, and I directly changed to Dabi's form. ''Is Tomura going to kill you or something ? Because if he does, I'll kill his dad !'' I said, smiling at her. She smiled back -she was so pretty, oh my god ! ''His dad is an hand. It must stinks so bad ! He keeps it on his face all day long and fights with it, he must sweat from his face and it sticks to the hand ?'' I had a disgusted look on, and we both said 'ew' in unison, imagining the smell it had.

            Anyway, I started to take some clothes off to look at Dabi's burns. ''Oh, he actually have abs and stuff ? Dabi is secretly a snack.'' She said, and I giggled. Aaaand arrived the time I took off his underwear. I stared at it for a minute. ''Is... is the tip supposed to be that purple ?'' But she kept staring at it, even when I tried to make eye contact. ''What's the matter ? -He has a piercing. He has a piercing at the tip OH MY GOD WHY ?! WHYYY ?!''

        Okay, we couldn't stop laughing at this point, and (Y/N) was losing it. ''I CAN'T THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE THAN 'WHY ?' ! I mean if he fucks with a girl, does she feel it ? And I don't know it must be difficult to clean, it must be disgusting and cold and ew ?! Can the girl feel that ?!'' She looked so confused, that made me laugh even more. ''You know, I can use the bodies I transform too, we can try on you if you feel it ?''

        That was a weird question, but she was the coolest person I know. And luckily for me, she just laughed and didn't find that confusing at all. (Do y'all have some 'sweat' flashbacks 😏 ???) ''Good idea, but I really don't wanna try that. Oh my God, I can't look at him anymore. I'll think about his dick piercing.'' I giggled, and put my clothes on when I changed back into my normal form. ''Yeah, you're right, change back to yourself. You're much cuter than purple and pierced dick.''

          Oh, she said I was cute. I giggled in front of her, but I was totally losing my shit. ''It must've hurt though ?'' Okay, I had lost her now. She was just thinking how could Dabi have burnt it and stuff, and when she's overthinking like that, I can't really do anything.

          We went back to the bar when it was dinner time. Shigaraki liked to eat in his room all alone, and sometimes Dabi and Twice liked to eat alone too. But tonight, we were blessed with both of them -Twice and purple dick. (Y/N) sat down, trying to avoid Dabi's gaze. ''Did you have fun with my body ?'' He said, grumpy. I giggled. ''Don't worry, we didn't use it ! We just wanted to see where you were burnt !''

        He raised an eyebrow. ''And where was that ?'' (Y/N) put an hand on my mouth to prevent me from telling him -cause of course I was going to tell. ''Arms, top of your chest, both legs even if one was less burnt, and both ankles.'' He nodded ''Right.'' and just started to eat. Weird how she was scared of him and not of Tomura ?

           Anyway, since we were best friends we didn't mind sleeping together, and tonight wasn't an exception. But she noticed that I looked concerned, so she asked me what was wrong. ''Do you like Dabi ?'' She snorted. ''If I had to like anyone in this League it would be you. You're much more fun, and you can change into anyone I want.'' She giggled.

          She really didn't care about me having this obvious crush on her, I guess ? Maybe it was because she liked ? Maybe she waited for me to ask her the question ?! ‘’If we dated, I would change into anyone you like. You just have to tell me.... do you... Do you wanna try to date me ?’’

She snorted and turned to look at me. ''Okay, then, cause you’re my favorite person in this horrible place. But you'll really change into anyone I want ?'' I smiled at her, hugging her. How was that so easy ? ''Anything to please you.''

I didn’t even know it was her birthday today !!! 07 or August !!! Happy Birthday my baby ❤️ ig her birthday gift on her birthday to her birthday party is that

[lovemesomesurveys]

[created by: vyvyan86]

What did you think you were good at, until you saw someone else do it? *shrug* I don’t think I’m good at anything.

What's a fun fact you tell in social situations? I don’t tell fun facts in social situations. Like, that’s not a icebreaker or conversation go-to for me.

What's something you're positive that only you do? Uhhhh.

What is something nice going on in your life right now? My aunt stayed over for about a week this past week and we had a good visit. She also cleaned my room and it just feels so much better. It needed some straightening up and reorganizing. She also put all my Christmas decorations away that I’ve had up for 2 years, ha. I’ve been wanting to get all that done for so long, but I haven’t had the energy or motivation and was just too overwhelmed. It was really a huge help.

What was the pinnacle of wealth to you as a child? I remember as a kid if you shopped at Limited Too you were bougie, ha.

What's something that you hate, but can't live without? I don’t hate it, but I wish we didn’t have to have water.

What skill do you not talk about, because you feel it sounds like bragging? Ha, I have nothing to brag about.

What is an absolute 100% fact? We will all die.

What's the most useless thing you've memorized? Random trivia and facts.

What is your personal curse? Hm.

Who's the worst person you've encountered on the Internet? There’s been some crappy people in comment sections on things or chats. 

Do you ever stop and think, “what the hell am I doing with my life?” I’ve been wondering that for a long time. 

What are some of the small things in life you enjoy? Reading, coloring, a cup of coffee, my favorite foods. 

What happened recently that made you really happy? My room getting cleaned.

If death wasn't a consequence, what would you try? I don’t know. Even though I wouldn’t die, I’d still be scared. And I could possibly get hurt depending on what it was.

What's the dumbest thing you've heard someone say? There’s so much to choose from.

What is the worst smell you can remember? Death. Like, there have been times we smelled something in our garage and found out there was a dead mouse somewhere. 

What's something you want that doesn't exist yet? I don’t know.

Where is your happy place? The beach.

What song gets better the louder it gets? Uh.

What's the most deceptive advertising you've seen? There’s so many. Diet pills, for one.

What's a joke you always tell people you meet for the first time? That’s not something I do when meeting people. I don’t really tell jokes in general.

What's the biggest inconvenience that does NOT ruin your day? I don’t like having to go to my pain doctor every month just so I can get my medication refill, but it doesn’t ruin my day.

What's your best wrong number story? I don’t have one, but that reminds me of that story that made headlines a few years ago about a guy who received a text I think from a wrong number inviting him to Thanksgiving dinner and when the sender realized it was a wrong number she still invited him and he’s been going every year since, haha.

What's something everybody should know how to do? Reading is an important skill.

What is a great movie no one knows about? Hmm.

What type of person could the world use less of? Hateful people.

What makes you think, 'Oh dear, I'm old...'? The fact that I’m 31. Lmao. <<<  

What is one food that you hated as a kid, but love now? Spinach. I realized it was just creamed spinach I didn’t like. 

What makes you tingle? Certain ASMR triggers.

What was your travel nightmare? Taking like 12 hours to get somewhere that should have taken 6 or 7. We kept getting lost and there was a lot of traffic. Ugh, it was awful.

What’s the best Wi-Fi name you’ve seen? *shrug*

What weird thing turns you on? Nothing weird comes to mind. What's easy to learn, but hard to master? Cooking. You know the basic concept-- you heat stuff up, mix stuff together, etc, but you can go so much further with it and it’s a skill that certainly not everyone has. 

What's something you've changed your opinion on? Until a few years ago I didn’t believe in God.

Describe your favorite movie as obscurely as possible: I have several favorites.

What's the most satisfying thing you've ever felt? How I feel when I’m watching the ocean waves crash in and out and feel the cool ocean air on my face.

If you had a refilling bowl, what would you want it to contain? How about a refilling cup that refilled with hot coffee.

Where do you mostly live? In the past, the present or the future? The past, definitely. I’m forced to deal with the present as well cause of health stuff and whatnot. The future terrifies me. What is more important to you, the way you look or the ideas you present? The ideas I present.

What don't people get about what it's like to be you? I’m sure people don’t understand why I don’t just get my shit together or do certain things I should be doing and I’d be like yeah, me either.

If your bedroom had three portals to anywhere, where would they lead? The beach for sure. I’d choose two places I wish I could travel to anytime I wanted, but choosing just two would be hard so I’d have to really think about that.

How is parallel universe you doing? They’re a healthy, happy, functioning adult--the complete opposite of me.

Which historical event should be the next huge television series? Of course there will be a ton of movies about the pandemic. Shows already incorporate it.

What country should fictional villains be from? Why would they be just from one country?

What is your imaginary Eden? Hmm.

Which Disney princess would make the best villain? Rapunzel. She could trap people with her hair.

You can ask any author one question about their story. What do you ask? That’s so hard to choose just one author and one question.

Would you want a rewind or a pause button for your life? Why that one? A rewind, please.

Are you worth your weight in gold? I’m not worth anything.

[thepositivescientist]

Serif’s Charm Part 1

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Serif, Charm/Sans, and Elly hang out at The Island

@aglitchandagrump @hiddeninshxdows

( Resort Garden )

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 6:30 PM

Sans walked in, more or less flopping down on the grass and laying there like a starfish. He was so tired. He didn't know why he insisted on staying up so late. Probably because of that nightmare. He really needed to get over that.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 6:46 PM

Serif fell through a portal right on top of Sans.

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:00 PM

"Wh-OOF!" Sans wasn't prepared for a random skeleton coming out of the sky and landing ontop of him. He hoped they hadn't cracked anymore ribs. "Ow- hi- what's up- can you get off of me please-?"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 7:09 PM

Serif didn't expect to land on someone and so it took her a moment to realize why the ground was so pokey. Her face turned a light blue in embarrassment and she quickly scrambled off of him. "s-sorry sorry! i-i didn't mean to- a-are you okay?"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:11 PM

He groaned, laying there for a second more before sitting up and looking down the front of his shirt. "Yeah.. Didn't knock anything out of place." he mumbled before looking up at her. Suddenly it clicked who she was and a small blush covered his own face. "Serif?"

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:11 PM

papyrus walks by to smell the flowersive never seen these before.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 7:16 PM

Her blush got even worse as she realized who this alternate was. "ch-charm!? uhhhh h-heya! s-sorry for dropping in like that!"

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:16 PM

sits on a benchpapyrus thinks "oh no...... she made a PUN didn't she?"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:20 PM

He smiled a bit at the pun, his fingers beginning to scratch at themselves a bit. "Its fine!" He was acting so weird! Why? This was just a Swap alternate this shouldn't be so difficult. "U-uh, what's up? Except for you, of course."

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:21 PM

*papyrus walks over to the two sans' are you two ok? i heard a pun and someone fall

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:23 PM

He looks over at the Papyrus, taken off guard. "Uhm, everything's fine. Sorry if we disturbed you."

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:24 PM

"no you didnt" "its ok"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 7:27 PM

Serif was about to answer when she noticed the newcomer. She nodded in agreement to what Charm said. She hadn't met many alternate Papyrus before and his clothing was weird too....She wasn't sure if she should say anything though. She glanced around the garden to keep from staring. "it's quite lovely here."

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:28 PM

papyrus smells another flower "yes it is lovely here

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:28 PM

"Yeah, it is." he smiled a bit, following past her gaze to the small rose bush. He should pick some for Arial. He didn't seem to notice the other's strange attire much.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 7:38 PM

Serif bunched into a loose ball and just looked around admiring the area. "what's your favorite kind of flower?" Her question was directed at no one in particular, up for both of them to answer if they wished.

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:39 PM

"i really dont know"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 7:39 PM

"Uh... I don't know. I've never gotten to see that many. There are more kinds here than I've seen in my lifetime." He paused, taking a moment to scan the area again. "I know Arial likes roses."

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 7:45 PM

"roses are really nice! they come in tons of colors! and each color has a different meaning! i heard you can even get a rainbow one. personally I love forget-me-nots. i've only seen them in pictures though. they're little blue flowers, pretty unassuming. but their meaning is beautiful!" Her eyelights were sparkling just thinking about it.

King Papyrus [GST]-Last Friday at 7:46 PM

papyrus leaves "im gonna go see you guys later bye! and serif, youve convinced me.... roses... thats my favorite, roses

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 8:00 PM

"seeya!" Serif waved as the other left. What an odd Papyrus.

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 8:13 PM

"Rainbow roses..?" He should see if he could get one for Arial. "What do forget-me-nots look like?"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 8:17 PM

Serif tried to think of a better descriptor for them. Small and blue didn't say much. She remembered something. "oh! they look like this-" She opened a small portal, stuck her hand through and came back with a book. She checked the page to make sure it was the right one before showing Charm. It was a book on flower language, the history and meaning of the Forget-Me-Not was written and a picture of the plant accompanied it.

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 8:23 PM

He was surprised when she opened the portal, watching in interest as she pulled out the book. He smiled a bit when she showed him the picture. "That's beautiful. I can see why you like it so much."

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 8:37 PM

She practically glowed with excitement. "i know right?! and the story behind it is really cool, albeit a bit sad." She paused for a moment. "okay really sad. this guy went to get some of these flowers for his lover but they were on a river side and he fell in. and as he was carried off by the water he told her that he'd always love her. and she never had another lover again because she only loved him. that's why these flowers stand for undying love, remembrance after partings and loyalty in a relationship." Oh dear she rambled again didn't she? "s-sorry, i didn't mean to talk so much."

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 8:44 PM

"No- it's fine! The stories behind these things are entertaining." He smiled brightly. "Its actually quite uh..." he couldn't say cute. He could say it to Swap but not to her. She might get the wrong idea! "..uhm, interesting! And sweet! The meaning I mean not the, uh, the story.." he just ended up staring at her stopping his trail of thought before he began rambling himself. "U-uh.." he quickly broke his gaze.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 8:57 PM

She was a little confused about his reaction. He must not like grim stories. She shrugged it off, story or not the flower still seemed really romantic to her. And she loved the color! "do you know much flower language? not many people do these days, besides the meaning of roses. oh! one interesting thing about roses, a dozen red roses means love and admiration, but thirteen stands for 'friends forever.' and twenty four means 'you're in my thoughts every hour of the day.' isn't that neat?"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 9:02 PM

Oh man that was honestly adorable. Wait- what was he thinking? Snap out of it, Sans! "That's really cool!" He beamed. "I'll have to keep it in mind. And, uh, no I don't. I only know most of the stories people tell me. I don't take the time to read a lot of stuff." His eye sight played a big part in that.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 9:12 PM

"oh i love reading! i learned most everything i know from books! i think times is the same way but i haven't really asked him. anyway, there's tons to learn from books! maybe i could recommend some to you! this one is really great! especially around this time of year if you have someone special." She winked jokingly. "maybe you could use some flower language to mess with times!"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 9:17 PM

He laughed a bit. "Yeah! That would get him real bad!"  He suddenly felt a bit sheepish, sinking down into his jacket a bit. "I-I'm uh, just not the best reader. I can only see through one eye even clearly a-and I get a horrible headache. But thanks!"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 9:28 PM

She looked suprised, her own Charm hadn't told her that she had bad vision.  "really?! gosh that must be horrible! i have trouble already with my eyesight and it's only bad when i try to look at things far away." She thought for a moment before her smile got bright again. "how about i read to you! i read to papyrus all the time. we could have little reading parties!"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 9:31 PM

His blush reappeared, he seemed to be surprised at the offer. He read to Papyrus too but that was about it. "R-Really?" he.. He had never had someone read to him before. "I-I mean.." his smile for a bit wider, "That would be great!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 9:32 PM

in the garden it seems there's a solid black flower there, how odd

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 9:43 PM

Serif nodded excitedly. She hadn't expected him to accept really, she didn't think her own Charm would like that, but she was overjoyed none the less. She loved teaching and reading to others. "great! i'll get some books together when i get home and when we meet you can pick which one we start with!" She was really excited thinking of all the possiblilties when she noticed the strange flower. She'd never seen a flower like that before and ended up staring at it for a long moment before walking over to get a closer look.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 9:44 PM

the flower was solid black, as if it was a living shadow of the flower next to it. if you looked closely you can see its small details

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 9:47 PM

Sans looked ecstatic. "Th-thanks so much, Serif!" He was beaming with happiness. She followed her over when she got up, looking at the flower. It felt... Familiar.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 9:50 PM

Serif wasn't sure if she should pick it or not. Very hesitantly she brushed a finger over one of the petals. It seemed so dark! How could anything be that black? Well...maybe she'd seen someone that color. But never any object.

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 9:51 PM

"Uh... What type of flower is this?" he asked curiously.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:01 PM

"i....i don't know. never seen it before." Maybe some cross breed of flower? Very carefully she plucked it from the other flowers.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:02 PM

the flower suddenly starts screaming "OH GOD WHY! I HAVE A WIFE AND FAMILY!""OH GOD THE PAIN!"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:05 PM

He jumps at the scream, almost falling back. "What the fuck-?"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:10 PM

Serif screeched and dropped the flower stumbling back from it and tripping over her own feet. "I'M SORRY I'M SO SORRY I DIDN'T- I'M SORRY!" Oh gosh she was so close to a panic attack right now. Memories surfacing that really shouldn't. She forced them down as she tried to calm her breathing while still shouting apologies.

Gladion/Silvally(Ugotmail)-Last Friday at 10:11 PM

the weird mutant shadow creature steps in, staring at what's going on. sure it's leaveing black goo all over the place. but it's not their fault now is it?

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:11 PM

She changed her form back and elly looked so sorry "!AEDI ELBIRRET A SAW SIHT WENK I HHHA OT TNAEM TNDID I !YRROS OS MI DOG YM HO"she was panicking and crying repeating 'im so sorry'

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:13 PM

Sans was at Serif's side in a second, hands wavering over her. He glanced at Elly. "...hi elly."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:13 PM

she would have responded but she's busy crying and saying sorry

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:14 PM

Serif couldn't do much but stare as she kept trying to keep back her own tears. She took a long deep breath. "it's f-fine. i-i just d-didn't expect that s'all." She forced a small smile. "n-no need to b-be upset!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:15 PM

She was still sobbing a lot "!dab os uoy eracs ot naem tndid i ,knarp sselmrah elttil a od ot detnaw tsuj i !uoy deracs i tuB"she tried rubbing her tears away but it just wasnt stopping her crying "!em etah ydaerla uoy erus m'I"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:17 PM

"Elly calm down. Its fine."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:17 PM

its too late, Elly cannot get calm, she's panicking too much

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:19 PM

"e-elly! i don't hate you! it's okay!"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:19 PM

"God dammit-" he turned his focus to Serif for now. "You sure you're okay, Serif?"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:22 PM

At the question she gave an obviously forced grin. "i-i'm sure."  She turned back to Elly letting the grin fall. "e-elly! c-calm down p-please!"

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:25 PM

"Yeah, no you're not. Its best to let her calm down on her own -- she is in the middle of panicking right now and ain't coming out of it soon." he carefully placed a hand on her shoulder. "You try to calm down first."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:25 PM

she was sniffling and rubbing her eyes, "....yldab regnarts a deracs i eveileb t'nac I" she curlled up on the ground regretting her idea to try and just do a harmless prank just silently sobbing

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:32 PM

Serif flinched at the touch, barely resisting the impulse to grab and throw him. She appreciated the gesture even so. "i-i a-am calm! i-i'm fine j-just-" Oh shit she was crying, fuck. "d-don't w-worry about me! i-it w-was j-just a prank! o-okay? h-help e-elly."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 10:32 PM

Elly just kinda retreats into the shadow of the flowers to try and calm herself down, still repeating sorry as she goes in

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:34 PM

"..great." What the fuck did he do? He looked around for the other. Well, that wasn't good. Where did she go? "Fuck." he mumbled before looking back at Serif. "C'mon, let me help."

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 10:43 PM

Why did she have to be so emotional?! She wiped at her tears and tried to calm herself but more voices kept filling her head. Calm thoughts, warm fires, falling snow, echo flowers telling stories, gentle water falling, books, numbers. She didn't want to be a bother, she didn't even know this Charm. Why did she have to get so upset? Ballroom music, fond memories, different voices, jokes, laughter. She was snapped back into reality when Charm talked to her. "o-okay....i-i'm sorry."

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 10:47 PM

Very carefully he hesitated before gently grabbing her hand. This calmed down Swap... Maybe it would calm down her? "Everything's fine."

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:04 PM

Serif looked down at their hands for a long moment. His words started taking the places of the other voices, the screaming begging voices that made her sins crawl up her back...."e-everything's f-f-fine." The voices faded more and more. "e-everything's fine." The panic fading. "everything's-" She took at deep breath. "fine." She managed to relax. The voices quiet for the moment.

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 11:10 PM

He managed to give a small reassuring smile at her and he nodded as if to say she was doing good. His other hand covered theirs already holding. "Everything's fine. And it will be fine." He looked over to where he presumed Elly to be. "Elly, you can come out now. Its all fine."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:16 PM

She peeked her head out from the shadows of the flowers "?....i did dab oot regnarts eht eracs tndid i....?yllaer ti si"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:16 PM

Serif managed a smile back. She was so thankful. And gosh Charm was so nice. "i'm fine elly."

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 11:17 PM

"Not at all. See?" he smiled a bit brighter from Serif to Elly.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:18 PM

she slipped out all the way, she took out her spooky themed white board and wrote on it [Im still sorry for scaring you stranger...]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:21 PM

Serif gave her a smile. "it's all okay elly! are you okay?"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:21 PM

[Ive calmed down. sorry for panicking] she thought for a moment though [wait how do you know my name?]

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 11:22 PM

"Yep, everything is fine." he took a deep breath, relaxing a bit himself. He yawned a bit, blinking tiredly. He didn't realize he was still holding Serif's hand.

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:25 PM

"oh sorry about that! i'm serif, an alternate of your swap! and i know your name because there is a version of you in my side of the multiverse."

Charm - [aglitchandagrump]-Last Friday at 11:28 PM

Without warning, Sans flops over onto Serif. He was fast asleep.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:30 PM

she tilted her head confused. but just kinda just accepts this [Okay..?....if your a swap of swap, does that mean your a girl or something?]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:34 PM

Serif caught Sans she was worried about him for a moment before she saw he was just sleeping. Maybe that was just a thing he did? Anyway, she carefully sat down and let him use her lap as a pillow. "well, i'm not really a swap of swap. but yes, i am a girl! from what i know, everyone has switched genders where i come from."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:36 PM

Elly thinks then slides closer to Serif [does that mean im allowed to flirt~?] Elly wiggles her eyebrows in a joking way 

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:40 PM

Serif blushed bright blue. "u-uh, s-sorry! i-i'm flattered a-and all but i'm n-not into g-girls!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:40 PM

Elly giggles and changed her form to a guy [How's this?]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:42 PM

Serif's blush just got worse. "U-UH B-BUT- I-I UH Y-YOU L-LOOK LIKE MY B-BROTHER S-SO UM....." Gosh she was so flustered

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:43 PM

Elly laughs more and falls back"hsulb elpoep hctaw ot ynnuf tsuj sti !~gniddik mI"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:45 PM

Serif pouted, her blush getting worse. "th-thats rude! d-don't you h-have any manners?!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:47 PM

He changes back to her female form [sorry sorry! i just couldnt help it. and im sure if there's a me in your universe you should know i have such little manners, i eat chairs]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Friday at 11:53 PM

"e-eating chairs and flirting with me are t-two different things!" She continued to pout.  "by the way, what do chairs even taste like?"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Friday at 11:53 PM

[it depends, i know that oak wood tastes a little like cinnamon, buts its very hard to tell]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:02 AM

"i-interesting!...?" She wasn't sure what to say to that. "uhhh...have you ever tried eating flowers? some of them are edible normally, like rose petals. kinda neat right?'

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:05 AM

[Ive eaten flowers before, they taste too leafy]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:07 AM

"well normally you'd put them in other things! i've heard people put them in icecream and salads and stuff like that!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:09 AM

she squints wondering if its better on stuff [I prefer chairs though, and pretty girls] she can't wink so the skull on her chest does it for her

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:17 AM

Serif made a choked squeak noise. "w-welp i-i'm not a-a chair a-and i'm not p-pretty s-so-" She shrugged. "u-uh a-anyway d-do you like books? i-i do! they're great! haha!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:17 AM

[I like books, i can't read them very well since. well] she taps her stitched up eye[But i do really like books about knitting!]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:23 AM

"o-oh! y-yeah. i can imagine that would b-be a little difficult." She straightened San's jacket just to have something to do with her hands. "knitting? that sounds fun!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:25 AM

[its a fun and calming passtime, i do it to calm myself when i panic, i do end up with really hurt hands though] she chuckles a little

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:28 AM

"do...you panic often? that sounds....unpleasent. the panic part. knitting sounds great though! i've been meaning to learn how to do that."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:30 AM

[i used to panic very easy, and I mean really easy, I would drop a pillow by accident and there I go, on the ground panicking. I've gotten better but I still panic when I scare someone too bad or get scared] she looks down twiddling her thumbs[i hope that one day i'll stop panicking and be, well 'normal']

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 12:45 AM

Serif tugged at her bandanna as it loosening it. "oh gosh...that sounds horrible. i'm sure you'll find a way to not panic as much! whenever i start to panic or get really nervous i take a deep breath to help me! have you tried doing that?" She didn't notice that she started holding Sans' hand again, it was calming to hold someone's hand for her. and Charm was like her own Charm.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 12:52 AM

[I try, but it's hard for me.] she leans on her hand as she keeps writing [im not exactly the best at calming myself, I usually just panic, and try to calm myself, it's hard since I don't get comfort. but I've learned to try and comfort myself]

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 1:03 AM

Serif felt so much pity for the shadow girl. She'd have to tell Times that his sister needed hugs. But for now maybe she could offer them. She reached out her arm that wasn't holding Sans' hand as a sorta of offering of a hug. "s-sorry if t-this is a little awkward b-but c-can i hug you?"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 1:05 AM

she looks up and nods scoots over hugging Serif, glad for the hug "T-thank you"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 1:27 AM

Serif hugged her back as well as she could with one arm. "no problem....you looked like you really needed a hug. and...i kinda needed one too. gosh, i wish i could help you more..."

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 1:31 AM

"It okay, me happy for comfort" she snuggles into the hug more "....~yfmoC"

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 1:57 AM

Serif chuckled when Elly snuggled into the hug more. She nuzzled the shadow affectionately. "too bad charm fell asleep, he's missing out on elly hugs!"

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 1:58 AM

"siht ekil ,tfos dna pmulp flesym ekam nac i ecnis sguh tseb eht evig i dna" she makes herself a little more plump and soft, so her hug is even softer

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 2:05 AM

Serif giggled and snuggled closer to the shadow. "thats so cool! gosh you really are soft and snuggly!" She wanted to fall asleep from how comfy she was.

Elly [Hiddeninshxows]-Last Saturday at 2:10 AM

she giggles at little and pats Serif's head "~esaelp i revewoh ot mrof ym egnahc ot teg i ,seramthgin dna swodahs fo pu edam gnieb ot skrep eht fo eno sti !sknahT"she yawns and leans against Serif falling sleep. Welp now serif has two dorks sleeping on her

Serif [SecondQuill]-Last Saturday at 2:47 AM

Serif started to drift off herself. She gave Elly and Sans a kiss on the forehead, settled down in the grass being careful not to jostle the sleeping dorks, and fell asleep.