#and one of the other campers is like oh wow that's deep how low can you go

[haethealhell]

do you remember how I had (have) a list of VoicePlay people as Riordan-Verse characters i.e. Magnus Chase, Piper McLean and all that

well, I'm back (please imagine me running forwards (with the grin of one who has set someone up for a deez nuts joke and is waiting to deliver the punchline) and giving you this post in the way that a small child would give a weird rock to someone they like) to push my Percy Jackson as Geoff Castellucci agenda because the possible skits are very funny to me

for example, Estelle's (Percy's younger sister) favorite movie being The Little Mermaid and her favorite character being Ursula and in extension, Geoff/Percy (Peoff? Geocy?)

and for a crack thing, Ursula being an actual sea deity that Percy meets, Percy telling her about the Medley and Ursula demanding to see it and becoming his biggest hype-man

the possibilities, guys

the possibilities

[americasass81]

Make Her Mine - Chapter Two

Tony Stark x Reader Warnings: Dark!Tony, mostly just mild swearing and stalker behavior here.

A/N:- Also re-editing this chapter from original female character to reader. 

Word count: 2000 approx.

Letting yourself into your room, you locked the door behind you before heading towards the bedroom.  Sitting on the bed, your accountant's brain began to work through your survival plan for the next seven days.  You knew a week wasn't a long time, but since credit cards could be tracked, you knew that cash was the only safe way to stay under the radar and you were now woefully low on that.  You also figured your sister might be the first port of call for tracking you down, so that left your best friend.

Calling Sabrina, you gave her a very brief account of your predicament and that if she was willing to help, she really only had until about four o'clock to get what was needed from your apartment.  Being better to you than your own sister, you told her where to find your getaway bag and also asked for some basic workout gear, figuring you didn't need anything fancy to outrun an Avenger.  Then you told her where to find you and the name you were using before hanging up to wait for her arrival.

One hour later, a text message told you she was outside your room, and upon opening the door you checked to make sure no one else was there before you pulled her inside and locked the door again.

Dropping your bags, she pulled you in for a warm hug before stepping back to give you the once over.  "Angel, what exactly is going on and why do you look like crap?" she asked, taking your hand and leading you to the nearest couch.

Sighing heavily as you sat down, you stared at your hands before speaking.  "Do you remember the reservation I had Monday night for La Scala?"

"Is that the Italian place you've been going on about for the last three months?"

"Yes.  Well it turns out that when they were switching over reservation books, they lost my booking and the best they could offer me was a seat at the bar until a table became available.  Obviously I was fine with that, until I drew the attention of Tony Stark and had to turn down his offer to join him."

"Wait, are you telling me you said no to THE Tony Stark?  The same Tony Stark who probably doesn't even know the meaning of that word."

"Exactly, and whether or not he knows the meaning of it, he definitely doesn't like hearing it.  Apparently he's had Happy Hogan trying to find me since then, which was made kinda redundant when my boss sent me to deliver reports to one of his meetings this morning."

"Well damn, Y/F/N, that must have been some shock.  What happened, if you don't mind me asking?"

"No, it's fine.  I mean you have a right to know, since I may or may not have put you in harm's way."

"You what now?"

"Look, I think it's safe to say that Tony Stark is not the hero he appears to be and I think I may have pissed him off a lot more than I should have."

"Y/F/N, what did you do?"

"I barely gave him any information when he questioned me before the meeting, and when he had me threatened and brought to his office afterwards, I said I'd report him to Human Resources."

"Wow, you never do things by half, do you?  But that doesn't explain why you're hiding out here or why you think I might be in danger?"

Refusing to look at your best friend, you took some deep breaths before continuing.  "Well because when a meeting with Steve Rogers interrupted us, he told me to go back to work and then wait for Happy to drive me to his place afterwards.  Obviously I didn't do that and I don't know if he's willing to let this go.  If not, I don't know who he's willing to hurt to get to me."

"Fuck Y/F/N, all this because his ego couldn't handle the word no."

"I know right.  I'm so sorry for putting you in the middle of all this, but I didn't know who else to trust.  I love my sister, but you and I both know she'd sell me out in a heartbeat."

Wrapping her arms around you once more, Sabrina held you tight as she thought through the situation.  "You know Y/F/N, this situation might not be as dire as you think.  Considering who my husband is, do we really believe that Tony Stark is willing to go up against New York's mob boss just to get to you?"

"I don't know, Sab, and that's the worst part.  I don't know what he's capable of.  I mean Happy threatened to have me arrested for stealing money from the company if I didn't go to his office.  You really think Sebastian can protect you?"

"Oh Angel, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt Seb won't let anything bad happen to me.  But what about you?  Should we see what he can do for you?"

"No Sabrina, you've done more than enough.  Hopefully I'm just overreacting and this will all blow over.  If not, then I have my getaway bag and more than enough cash to start over.  Your husband would be proud of me." you finish with a chuckle, hoping to ease the tension lines you could see appearing on her forehead.

The next hour was spent with a bottle of wine and some girly chit-chat until Sebastian texted Sabrina to let her know he was in the lobby.  Giving your best friend a smile and a hug, you said goodbye and decided to head for a relaxing bath, not knowing the shitstorm that was about to kick off at Stark Industries.

*************

No pun intended, but upon arriving at your desk ten minutes before clocking off time, Happy was not a happy camper.  After finding your desk empty, he made enquiries from Melinda who informed him that you weren't feeling well and had gone home early.  Deciding that it was best not to upset Tony unless absolutely necessary, he brought up your employee file and got a hold of your address.  Getting in the car and driving to your place, he was pissed to discover that it was locked tight and no one had seen you all day.  Swallowing his anger, he headed off to Tony's to relay this development and see if he really was serious about pursuing you.

Upon walking in, Tony told him to take you to the living room and he'd be right out.  However, on entering said room and seeing only Happy, Tony was full of questions.  "Happy, would you care to tell me what is wrong with this picture?"

"I know Tony, I can't explain it.  From what I've been told, shortly after you sent her back to work, she complained about not feeling well and no one has seen her since."

"No one?  Are you fucking kidding me?  Nobody just disappears without a trace.  F.R.I.D.A.Y. I want a trace put on all credit cards in the name of Stark Industries employee 2474789, back timed to two months ago.  I want to know where she's been and where she might go."

"Tony, don't you think all this might be a bit excessive over someone who clearly wants nothing to do with you?"

"You know I was kinda resigned to not knowing who she was, but my god, when she walked into that meeting room and I discovered that I've technically been supporting her for three years.  I can't explain it, Happy but she's awoken something in me.  F.R.I.D.A.Y. what's the status of recent activity?"

"Nothing Boss.  The last credit card purchase was Tuesday at the cafe in the lobby of Stark Industries.  Mint flavored hot chocolate with whipped cream, around lunch time."

"Damn, how does one disappear and go over twenty-four hours without financial support?"

"Um Tony, I don't want to state the obvious, but do you think she might be using cash?"

"Cash?  Seriously Happy, people still do that?"

"It would explain how she's getting by, while staying off F.R.I.D.A.Y.'s radar."

"Ingenious.  My little girl's a clever one, it seems.  Thanks Happy, but I think I can handle her from here.  You can show yourself out?  F.R.I.D.A.Y. pull up any footage you can for Y/F/N's apartment for the last forty-eight hours." Tony ordered, as he headed towards his lab.

Sitting at his workstation, Tony combed through all available footage from your apartment, starting from half an hour before he knew you left work.  Noticing nothing out of the ordinary, he was prepared to try some other approach when he saw a young woman exit your building carrying what appeared to be two black duffel bags.  Watching her deposit them into a black SUV, he waited to see if her face became visible.

"BINGO!  F.R.I.D.A.Y. freeze frame 17a and run facial recognition on that individual."

"Facial recognition scan identifies the young lady as Sabrina Stan.  Wife of Sebastian Stan.  Current head of the New York mob."

"New York mob connections, huh?  Well that could explain her ability to fly under the radar.  Still, let's try this without starting a war.  F.R.I.D.A.Y. I think it's time I stopped fooling around, run Miss Y/L/N through facial recognition and let me know the second you find her."

"Will do boss."  Fifteen minutes later, he heard a beep and looked up from his desk to see footage of you walking through the lobby of the famous Waldorf Astoria towards the elevators.

"Well I'll be damned, either my girl has expensive taste or her mob connections go deeper than a passing acquaintance.  F.R.I.D.A.Y. do a complete, deep data scan.  Cross reference everything to do with Y/F/N Y/L/N, the Waldorf Astoria and the New York Mob.  I need to know if I have to mobilize the Avengers."

Two hours later, having torn himself away from his pet project to play Iron-Man, Tony barely gave himself enough time to rehouse his nanoparticles armor before harassing his A.I.  “F.R.I.D.A.Y. do you have the results of that search?"

"Indeed Boss.  It appears the connection is nothing more than an acquaintance.  Mrs. Stan and Miss Y/L/N were both part of the same book club and writing group a year and a half ago.  It seems a friendship developed out of it."

Though it bugged him, all the bother you were putting him to, this new information coupled with you appearing to be somewhat of an introvert, gave him renewed confidence in his plan.  Having so far found you utterly fascinating, he knew that once he had you, he would make sure you never said no to him again.

[dandelions-sea-blog]

These are the Nights that Never Die Chapter Three

Read on Ao3(so much better there)

Rainy Days are the worst....

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“Wow… the storm’s gotten really bad, hasn’t it?” Blue says, looking up at the sky. Despite the fact that it was mostly clear, with only a few fluffy clouds covering up the blue ocean above, the RV has been plagued with moaning winds and harsh rain all morning.

“yeah, it’s really raining dimes and nickels out there…” Red says, head in his hand.

“What does that even mean?” Blue asks, giving his friend an odd look.

“that there’s been a change in the weather.”

“Stop.” Blue slaps his palm into Red’s face. It only seems to encourage him.

“Is Red making unnecessarily complicated puns again?” Papyrus sighs, eyes never leaving the table as he scrubs it clean, removing all remnants of their breakfast. He’s tenser than normal; under his eyes are a woven pattern of black swelling.

“Yes, he is,” Blue pouts. Red places a hand over his soul.

“excuse? my puns are only as complex as they necessarily have to be,” He claims in mock outrage.

Blue rolls his eyes, going back to staring at the clouds. They are honestly very pretty… days like these just don’t seem real; when the sky looks just so perfect like this. Ah, if the weather wasn’t so bad they could all go out and have a picnic with the new food that Sans and Edge bought last night! It would be nice to get out of the RV… it has started to accumulate a bit of smell that Blue can’t quite find where it’s coming from.

A particularly bad gust of wind hits the side of the camper, causing Blue to jump and Red to jerk awake from his half nap. Sans watches them from behind.

“why don’t ya come away from the window?” He says from the couch,  “ain’t good t’ be that close to glass during a storm…” Sans’ books and spreadsheets laid out in front of him. He does all the planning for the trip; deciding where they’ll stop next, how much water they can use, how much food they have. Blue sometimes wonders what he does to be able to afford a vacation like this… it’s rude to ask though.

“Oh okay,” Blue says, pulling Red’s arm over to the couch. Blue takes a seat next to Sans while Red sprawls out on the floor, snoozing quietly. “...Lazy.” Blue mutters, shaking his head. At least the others have an excuse, being out all night getting groceries.

Sans hardly seems to notice when Blue sits down next to him, frantically scribbling on sheets of paper as he sweats in silence. Everyone seems to be stressed out today; Blue imagines it has to do with the storm. Papyrus is oddly quiet, hardly taking up any conversations or banters with his counterpart, and Edge has been particularly snippy as well. It all makes Blue very uncomfortable, but he refuses to bring it up in fear of making everything worse.

Blue plays with his hands for a while, trying to seem uninterested in the incredibly interesting things that Sans is up to. He may not want Blue looking over his shoulder, after all. He seems pretty deep in focus right now… He looks up at the ceiling, attempting to count every tile on the roof… then all of the corners of all the tiles… then all of the dead flies in spiderwebs that they really should clean off sometime …

“So whatcha doin’?” Blue finally breaks, looking over at the papers laid out all over the coffee table. In the center of them all is a blue notebook with a faded skull sticker on it. Sans smiles, glancing at Blue out of the corner of his eye.

“what, you wanna take a look at my cheat sheets?” He says, scooting over just enough that Blue can get a better view of all the papers.

“What are these?” He asks, looking over the complex documents.

Sans points to the first one. “this is water supply; we can carry about 150 gallons of water at a time, and we gotta periodically flush out the waste water.”

“That sounds hard,” Blue says.

“yeah, it’s a real drain. ”

“Mweeeh… no puns while we're learning!!!”

Sans chuckles, shuffling the papers around. “right now i am focused on making sure that we have enough food to make it to our next stop - this storm has really put us behind schedule… we might have to leave today.” Sans says with a frown, tone shifting minutely towards the ‘worried leader’ side.

“Aw, but we just got here,” Blue complains. Sans snorts.

“tell me about it… it’s a pretty big pain in my coccyx,” He says, nose ridge wrinkling up. “we got some stuff last night, but we’re gonna need a lot more before we head out for our next stop again.”

Blue hums in understanding. “So… if you don’t mind me asking… what is our next stop?”

“heh... i’ll tell ya when i figure it out.” Sans’ voice sounds deeper than usual, raw exhaustion interwoven between every syllable.

Blue raises a brow bone, confused. Don’t they have this trip planned out at all? He opens his mouth to ask exactly that when there is a loud noise from the kitchen, taking both of their attention.

“nGAH!! EDGE! PLEASE REMOVE YOUR BLASTED CAT FROM MY KITCHEN BEFORE SHE BREAKS SOMETHING ELSE!!!”

“I DO NOT CONTROL HER MOVEMENTS, PERHAPS YOU SHOULD NOT STACK THOSE PLATES SO PRECARIOUSLY!!”

“welp... i better go step in before someone busts a skull…” Sans says, sliding off the couch. Blue scoots over entirely onto the couch, looking over the notebook that Sans left behind. He hesitates… is it rude to look in here when Sans had already sort of gave him permission? Yes, but Blue isrealllllly curious; he decides one little peak is a forgivable offense.

Blue giggles to himself as he opens the book, feeling like a child going through their parent’s drawers. Inside he finds page after page of calculations; records of how much fuel they’ve used, how much they’ll need, where they’ve been, places they plan to go… some sections are crossed out with little scrawlings giving reasons as to why this plan won’t work, or why going to that state is out of the question… just a bunch of random, ramblings thoughts and plans that Sans has collected.

Blue finds himself quickly bored with his searches, scanning through the pages until he gets closer to today’s date. He stops when the pages run out, going back to the last writings that Sans made.

Water:

   Runs out in 3 days

Black Water:

  Overflowing

Food:

  Runs out in 6 days

Ammo:

  Low but not dangerous. Yet.

Electricity:

  Literally the only fucking resource we have.

Closest Safe-Havens:

   Pleasant town (Too far)

  Gaston (Probably not safe)

  Hagersville (Not enough gas)

  Berton (Too Residential)

Conclusion: We’re fucked.

Blue hums, looking over the notes. Well these seem… rather bleak. No wonder Sans seems so stressed out all the time! He is doing so much planning and worrying that he doesn’t have time to enjoy this trip at all!

Blue closes the notebook, setting it back down where he found it. He claps his hands together. Well! This certainly won’t do! He won’t allow their brilliant leader to be bogged down with so much worry. Blue is going to make sure that he has fun tonight.

Sliding off the couch, Blue taps Red with his foot. The other stirs, looking up sleepily.

“wha…?” He says, rubbing an eye.

“Get up, lazy bones - we have planning to do!” Blue says, skipping back to their room. Red just shrugs, following along.

“whatever ya say, kid,” He mutters.

“now, have th’ two ‘o ya finally got that out of yer systems?” Sans says, exhausted from mediating the two very large yet immature skeletons in front of him.

Edge frowns, holding his precious cat to his chest. “I would be more satisfied if he would apologize to Doomfanger.” He says with a genteel tone.

“I WILL NOT APOLOGIZE TO THAT ANNOYING CAT!” Papyrus folds his arms, “YOU ARE LUCKY THAT SANS MADE ME APOLOGIZE FOR YELLING AT YOU.”

Edge snarls as the two fall right back into bickering. Sans sighs hard, pinching the bridge of his nose. This… is exasperating. Everyone is exhausted from their stressful night, and waking up to a hoard of zombies banging at the side of the bus this morning wasn’t exactly the most relaxing turn of events.

He doesn’t even try to get between the Papyruses this time, just sitting down on the dining booth as he waits them out. The van rocks as a particularly enthusiastic zombie slams its body into the side of the vehicle. Really, this is his fault. He should have known this place would be crawling with crawlers… except it also had so many useful resources - it was worth the risk as long as they didn’t do anything to catch the attention of any predators .

Anything, such as running out into the middle of the woods at night shouting like a crazy person …

Sans laughs at his own unintentional joke, even if it is in bad taste. He glances over to where he left the kiddo, feeling a deep pang of worry when he realizes Blue isn’t on the couch anymore. He looks around and sees that the back-room door is shut - Blue must be in there. He relaxes once more as he listens to his brother and friend snap at each other over just about every petty squabble one could have. Jeez… they haven’t fought like this since Blue came around…

That guy sure does wonders for the psyche, ironically. Sans really thought that things were gonna get better now that he was around; but nope. It was just a lull in their luck, a pleasant kink of fate. And now that they are settling back in things are going right back to shit.

Sans sighs.

“AND ANOTHER THING - DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW LOUD YOU ARE??”

He’s lost track of which one is speaking at this point… Sans puts his head against the table, digging his palms into his temples. The headache this entire conversation is giving him has spread to his patients. He’s done .

“ e n o u g h!”

Sans’ hand comes down on the table.

“alright, you two - listen up!” Sans snaps, head jerking up. If he still could, his eye would be ablaze with magic right now. He stands up off of the bench, ready to lay into the two skeletons until they put this petty squabble to bed for the rest of the day.

Except he is interrupted by a familiar, cheerful voice.

“Guyyyys~” Blue says in a sing song voice, walking into the room with one of the biggest grins they’ve ever seen on his face. In his hands he clutches a baby-blue bag - the only item they had found on his person when they discovered him locked away in the basement of his apartment complex. “I have a surprise for you~~”

Papyrus’ arms unfold and his face softens some. Of the three of them he has been the most receptive to Blue’s particular brand of positivity. It seems that no matter how bad his mood gets Blue is able to come in and cheer him right up. Edge is much less so, but even he relaxes a bit, attention turning from the skeleton beside him to the one across the room.

Sans smiles, well, this at least makes his job easier.

“heh, whatcha got there, kiddo?” Sans asks, hands shoved into his pockets. Blue’s smile grows impossibly wider. If he had skin it would probably tear with just how much force he is putting into showing his happiness.

“Close your eyes~” Blue commands.

“Now may not be the best ti-” Edge starts, abruptly cut off by Sans elbowing him in the shin. Papyrus already has his eyes shut, and Sans waits only long enough to ensure Edge’s cooperation.

“No peeking~” Blue says, voice laced with excitement. Sans can’t help the small grin that plasters itself over his face. The kiddo is just so contagious. There is a soft shuffling of fabric from in front of them, and something is unzipped as Blue places the contents of the bag down on the table in front of them.

“Ta-da!!” Blue shouts. Sans winces at the sheer volume of the noise. “You can open your eyes now!!”

Sans opens a socket to take a look at what Blue has decided to get so worked up over. Part of him is honestly expecting nothing - that he’s created some new delusion in his mind to instantly remedy the situation. But once again, the kiddo manages to surprise him.

“heh... where’d ya get that ?” Sans asks, hands in his pocket as he steps forward to observe the grey, book-shaped box that has been set up on the dining table. Even at first glance there is no mistaking what this is; a portable DVD player. Sans hasn’t owned one of those since they were in the Underground, and even then it was way back when he was a babybones. He opens the lid with a finger, looking at the screen inside. It isn’t much bigger than his hand-and-wrist, but it looks to be in perfectly good condition. He wonders if it still works…

“It’s mine,” Blue says proudly. “I carry it with me on the way to work. The buses run so slow, so I like to watch a movie on the way.” Sans snorts; that’s genius. Papyrus has bent over to look at the device, examining it with mild intrigue.

“Well that is very nice,” Edge says shortly. “But what I would like to know is why you chose now to bring on this impromptu show-and-tell.” He snarks. Sans rolls his eyes - jeez, what a wet blanket.

“Well, Red and I decided that it is time for us to have a movie night!” Blue says. The three skeletons stand up straight, looking between each other. Movie night?? Now? Blue smiles, crossing his arms. “I know that everyone is a bit stressed out because of the storm, so since there isn’t any way we can change the weather, we might as well take this time to relax and have some fun!”

Sans blinks, tapping his chin. That… isn’t a half bad idea actually. It’s not like sitting around and worrying about if-or-when the zombies will crawl back into their hiding spots is doing anyone any good. They have the extra electricity from charging in the sun all day; and if the three of them continue to stay this high strung it isn’t the hoard outside the party will have to worry about killing them all…

Edge looks less convinced, scowling at the device. “That has got to be the single dumbest idea I’ve ever-”

“heh i’m in.” Sans says with a shrug.

Both Papyrus and Edge look to him curiously

“Sans, are you feeling alright?” Papyrus asks, sounding worried. His hand comes down on Sans’ forehead. “You aren’t developing a fever, are you??”

“nah bro,” He chuckles, shaking his brother’s hand off of him. “i think it’s a good idea; our batteries are full and they’re just gonna keep chargin’ t’day since we won’t be doin’ much. i say we should just relax and take the day off.”

Papyrus doesn’t seem entirely convinced Sans is entirely sane, though apparently the idea of a movie night speaks to him as well, and he lets up. “Well, it does sound fun…” He says, a smile slowly writing it’s way onto his face.”

Edge is less convinced, looking between the two as if they had just suggested they jump out and try to make friends with the hoard surround them.

“HAVE YOU TWO LOST YOUR MIND!?” He snaps. “WE CAN’T JUST- WE CAN’T- WE HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO DO!? SITTING AROUND JUST… DOING NOTHING????”

“it’s not doing nothing,” Sans corrects. “it’s a mental health day, for our health.” He closes the dvd player, flipping it over to check just how many watts it uses for his notebook. “if we stay cooped up in here worrying any longer we’re gonna end up killing each other or ourselves; the kiddo’s got the right idea.”

Blue squeals in pure delight. Hands curling little balls at his chest. “THIS IS SO AWESOME!! MWEHEHE… WE’RE GONNA HAVE SO MUCH FUN!!” He reaches into his bag, practically dumping out about half a dozen DVDs.  “I don’t have too many with me - if I had known we’d be gone this long I would have packed a few more…” He says, already going through and picking out favorites.

Sans chuckles, strolling across the room to one of the shelves.

“oh, i wouldn’t be too worried about running out of choices,” He says with a wink, opening up the doors of the storage space to reveal his and Papyrus’ collection. Practically every movie they’ve ever seen is in here, and several that they haven’t, all organized by genre and director. He turns around, delighted to see Blue’s awestruck face as he pursues the titles.

“now, what kinda movies you guys like t’ watch?”

In the end, they settled on five movies; A comedy for sans, an action thriller for Edge, a superhero film for Papyrus, a mystery for Blue, and a cartoon for Red. They drew straws to decide who goes first, all agreeing that Sans should get first pick of times since he’s done so much for them all. Blue and Red end up in the kitchen making popcorn while the other three set up the living room, finishing their chores down with twice the gusto.

An air of excitement seems to have come over the entire camper. It seems that for the first time since Blue arrived everyone is in anticipation for something; even Edge, despite his constant grumbles about how stupid this all is, seems to be just a little lighter in his steps as he goes through his routine.

By the time midday rolls around everyone is sitting in the living room, waiting. The spare duvet from the master bedroom has been pulled and laid out in the middle of the room, Papyrus and Edge sprawled out as Sans selects his dvd. Blue has finally finished popping the popcorn he found under the sink, pouring out the warm treat into bowls. He keeps the kettle ready for another batch, certain that there will be more need to be made by the time the day is through.

Blue hops up onto the couch with Sans and Red, offering up the bowls to everyone who wants one; which is everyone. Even Edge takes some popcorn, eating it slowly and savoring every bite. Papyrus is much less conservative with his, taking entire fistfuls at a time and dropping bits onto the mat which are promptly scooped up and fed to Doomfanger. Blue doesn’t actually see Sans eat any of his popcorn, but every so often when Blue looks over a little more has disappeared.

The movie is more to Sans and Red’s taste than anyone else's, but it gets a chuckle out of Blue. Sans, on the other hand, just about busts a rib with every line. Red lets out a constant stream of chuckles, drowning out the dialogue half the time. Blue acts as the runner, going between the living room and the kitchen to retrieve drinks and refresh popcorn. By the time the credits roll on the first movie everyone seems relaxed. Blue comes back from getting another round of snacks to find Papyrus leaned back into the couch with Sans draped over the armrest so the two are almost completely side by side. Red has his feet propped up by Sans’ head, looking halfway to sleep - a sign of relaxation for him. Even Edge looks less… well, on edge. He sits with his spine straight, Doomfanger in his lap. His facebones are no longer scrunched up, his shoulders hung relaxed at his side. Blue smiles at him, feeling his soul warm.

Edge glances over at Blue, face suddenly dusting with a light blush as he looks away, hands clenched.  “I still say this is a waste of time and electricity.” He snips, arms coming up to cross over his chest. Blue rolls his eyes.

“Would you like the orange juice, or apple?” Blue asks, holding out the cups in his hands. Edge refuses to look at him as he snatches the apple juice from him. Doomfanger rubs her head into his shirt and he lets a hand down to pet her coat.

“i think boss ha’ next selection, right?” Red says from the couch. Blue nods.

“Yeah, he does!” He says, turning back to the gruff skeleton. “Which one was yours again?”

“Midnight Blaze Racer Four,” He mutters, squirming in his seat.

“Aw, but we haven’t seen the first three??” Papyrus says, sounding just a tad disappointed. “How will we be able to follow the plot?”

“heh... yeah… ‘plot’...” Sans says from his spot on the couch, physically drawing the air quotes with his fingers. Edge turns, throwing a bit of popcorn back at Sans, bouncing off his head with a satisfying thunk . Sans chuckles.

“You will be able to pick up on main story,” Edge assures Papyrus. “Besides, this is the fourth installment, but it actually takes place before the first movie but just a bit after the third-and-a-half, which was a prequel telling the story how Blaze’s mother ended up going from a rich girl from southern california to wanted intergalactic crime fighter.” He is already loading up the DVD and skipping through the commercials for ‘soon-to-be-released’ movies that came out almost a decade ago. “But you don’t need to know any of that because when this movie came out the plot for the next hadn’t even been written yet. This is just the best movie in the franchize, so we are skipping all the garbage that came out with the extension and sticking to the original cannon.”

“...Well now I’m even more confused than when we started!!”

“shhh, just watch the movie bro.”

Blue ends up spending this move squished between Sans and Red, the two of them falling in and out of naps as the spectacle on the tiny screen plays out before them. Honestly, Blue has no idea what is going on, and he has a sneaking feeling that even if he’d seen all the previous movies he would still be lost. This time the movies takes about twice as long as it’s runtime due to Edge pausing it at random intervals to explain some plotpoint from another movie in the franchise, then again seconds later to answer follow up questions posed by a very befuddled Papyrus.

By the time that movie ends the group is very much ready for Papyrus’ much simpler, logical movie about an orphan bit by a genetically engineered snake, gaining the power of super speed and strength and chooses to fight the forces of evil. It doesn’t have to make sense in the real world - it just has to flow logically on its own. Which it does, somewhat. At times…

Papyrus is on the edge of his seat the entire time, and even Blue gets excited, cheering along Snake Lad as he takes on Sir Mongoose and saves Lady Lana, warrior super spy princess, from his evil clutches. Sans seems to get his enjoyment from the flick by pointing out every time the movie tries to do science and exactly why it is wrong, while Red just makes lousy puns on just about everyone and everything there. Edge pretends to ignore it, claiming the effects are too cheesy for him to get involved - but every once in awhile Blue thinks he sees genuine enjoyment on Edge’s face.

Finally it is Blue’s turn! Sans only had a single mystery movie that Blue hasn’t gotten to see yet; it’s an old one in black-and-white. It has a very unique pacing and tone to it, something that Blue can appreciate. Sans and Blue keep a long discussion going on about film techniques and cinematography. Papyrus and Edge seem bored, while Red straight up falls asleep during the first act, though the action scenes at least get some response out of the others.

During the final confrontation where the murderer is revealed Blue notices something. He steps forward, pressing pause on the player and he listens.

“Do you guys hear that?” He asks, quickly getting the attention of the other occupants of the room. They all sit up, listening closely for any sign of disturbance, sharing a look of mild fear.

“Hear what, Blue-Sans?” Papyrus asks with a frown. “I don’t hear anything…”

Sans’ eyes widen as he practically throws himself off the couch, bare bones clacking against the floor as he prances over to the window. He stands on his toes to look out. “...they’re gone……” he mutters, almost too quiet for anyone to hear. Edge and Papyrus share a look of disbelief as Blue smiles.

“See? The storm is over now, and you guys didn’t even notice!” Blue chirps. The others look between each other, seeming blown away by the fact that they could have forgotten about their current situation. Blue rolls his eyes, ejecting the DVD before going to the cabinet to select a new one.

“what’s up kiddo - movie borin’ ya?” Sans asks, going back to lay out on the couch.

“It’s getting late, and I wanna see Red’s movie before we go to bed!” Blue announces, pulling out the DVD Red had anted in. The skeleton chuckles from the couch.

“aw, yer sweet, kid,” Red says, setting his head on his hands.

Edge stands as the movie loads up, taking the empty bowls of popcorn back into the kitchen. Blue frowns, watching his friend leave the room with a deep heaviness in his soul. “...Are you not going to watch the movie with us?” Blue asks, downtrodden.

“No,” Edge replies, scrubbing the bowls harshly with a dry sponge. He growls softly as Blue watches, scrubbing with extra gusto. Blue would like to think that it is just because he is trying to get off the extra butter… but... Blue glances back at Red, looking apologetic. The bags under Red’s eyes seem deeper than normal as he waves a hand.

“don’ sweat it, kid,” He says, a hint of something deeply troubling in his voice. “boss is… complicated…” He leans back into the couch, arms folded over his chest. “let’s just watch the flick…“

Blue isn’t entirely satisfied with that resolution; nevertheless he slots the dvd into the player and presses play, sinking back into relaxation as the cheerful sound of violin music fills the room. Almost as soon as the actual movie starts Edge seems to be satisfied with the dishes, immediately climbing the ladder to his bunk and flinging shut the curtain with a loud grumble. Sans and Papyrus relax some, politely asking that they unfold their bed so that they too can lay down. By now it’s pretty late, after all; they spent the entire day watching movies.

Blue starts to feel sleepy as well, rubbing his eye as the movie splashes bright colors against the dark walls. He moves closer to the DVD player on the table, setting him and Red up at the foot of the brother’s bed. He curls up in the comforter with Red, rubbing his eyes.

“heh, kiddo… ya should probably get t’ sleep yerself,” Sans says from utop the bed, propped up on a pillow. “ya look bone tired.” He chuckles. Papyrus grumbles in his sleep, mumbling something that sounds suspiciously like ‘overused joke’.

“I wanna stay up with Red, though,” Blue says, flighting back a yawn. His head bobs without him meaning too, floating town to rest on his hands. “Everyone else got to watch their movie with friends…”

“heh, i think red’s already asleep kiddo…” Sans says from utop the bed. Blue blinks, looking back to his friend lying next to him. Sure enough, soft snores come from the snoozing skeleton. Blue chuckles, curling up in the blankets.

“What a lazy bones...” He mutters sleepily, petting Red’s skull. A soft purr builds in the other’s throat as he nuzzles into the touch. Blue is tempted to just sleep here on the ground; but that would just be too lazy for his tastes. Slowly he rises to his feet, nudging Red awake as he bundles up their covers. He turns off the DVD player and ejects the disk, making sure that all of the DVDs make it back to the correct case and spot in the cabinet before heading off towards his bedroom.

“Goodnight Sans!” Blue says, following the sleepy Red into the bedroom. “Goodnight, Papyrus…”

“Goodnight!”

“g’night, kiddo…” Just before Blue can shut the door Sans continues. “hey, uh… blue?”

Blue pauses, looking back out into the room. It is dark, the only light coming from the everpresent glow of the outside lamps. Sans’ silhouette would look ominous in any other context, but to Blue it is relieving. Sans’ posture is relaxed, slouched against the back of the couch-bed. Blue can practically hear the other’s calm soul-beat from here.

“i wanned t’ thank ya,” Sans says, contentedness filling the air. “fer t’night…“

Blue feels his cheeks warm, his soul aching in a way he can’t quite place. The smile on his face can’t be seen in the dim light of the RV, but Blue has a sneaking suspicion that Sans knows it’s there.

“Mweh… no problem, Friend! I’m glad everyone had fun...” Blue says quietly, slipping into the room. “Goodnight.”

[trillgutterbug]

in which a 4am note-writing session turns into shitty nic/geoff camping fic

-So I’m sitting here thinking, how would it happen, Nic and Geoff, finally getting their shit together?

-Not in a bar, that’s too easy.

-Maybe camping tho.

-Except I can’t see Nic going camping for shiggles, not at this point.

-Well

-Unless he’s just…. going through some stuff and he mentions it to Geoff sort of in melancholic passing one night, installed at the pub on their sixth round, lights low and fuckin kenny rogers on the juke, mentions that he wants to go back out, see how it is in the woods at night by himself when he’s not drugged or terrified out of his mind.

-And Geoff is like, Haha okay buddy but try this on for size: no fucking way are you going camping out there alone, you need a big strong man to protect you.

-Nic sort of grins a little sleepy and drunk at him and says, You’re not that big.

-Geoff grins back, leans across the table to do a bicep curl in front of Nic’s face. Yeah alright, but feel this, he says. Go on hot shot, give it a squeeze.

-Nic does, giggling, says softly, Yeah okay. I guess you can come, you passed the test.

-So they go out camping that weekend. Just for the night. They don’t go far, a respectable hour’s walk, nothing any casual camper wouldn’t do.

-They make a fire and Nic says no thanks to the beer Geoff brought; he wants to be on top of his game, clear-eyed and clear-headed.

-Geoff doesn’t drink any either. Nic tells him it’s fine, it’s not a thing, but Geoff says, Nah man, no way, if you’re sober I’m sober. I’m your muscle, right?

-Nic looks down into the fire and smiles a little and doesn’t answer.

-They talk for a long time, about growing up and their school years and Geoff’s tours and tv they like and the hobbies they had as teenagers (LARPing and karate respectively, and it’s not respective the way you’d think) and and and

-Natural and quiet and relaxed, long past dark.

-Nic says a few strange things after a while, nothing overt, just shit that makes Geoff pause and squint at him across the fire, rambling morbid questioning things that trail off into silence.

-Sorry, Nic says, shaking himself, chuckling with embarrassment. Um sorry, that was weird. I didn’t mean… anything by that.

-Nah man, says Geoff, poking at the fire with a stick. It’s cool it’s cool, I know you’re a fuckin nerd, no point apologizing now.

-…Right, Nic murmurs, in that soft amused way.

-They go to bed, to their own tents.

-Say goodnight to each other, close and clear even though it feels like they’re miles apart with those thin walls of nylon between them.

-Geoff lies awake for a long time with one hand pressed against his chest, feeling his heartbeat. He’s breathless, wrenched with tender protective longing all the way through.

-He’s in deep fucking trouble.

-He sleeps for a while, and then he wakes up. He knows something’s off. It scares the shit out of him.

-He scrambles out of the tent nearly panicked, sure there’s something wrong, that there’s danger.

-Nic’s tent is wide open, empty.

-Geoff finds him with the beam of his flashlight at the edge of the woods on the other side of the cold ashy fire. He’s just standing there in his boxers and t-shirt, staring into the trees. He doesn’t answer when Geoff calls him. It’s like a fucking horror movie. Geoff’s a brave motherfucker okay but he’s wigged the hell out.

-Nic? he says, sidling up beside him. Buddy? You okay?

-Nic’s eyes are open, but he’s just staring. He’s breathing slow and even. Geoff touches him and he doesn’t startle exactly but he sort of shivers all over, like he’s coming up out of deep water.

-He says, I had a dream.

-He describes this dream slowly, the words sure but the memory fading. It doesn’t make a lot of sense, it’s about flowers and flying, a smell and a light. It trails off.

-Geoff says, You wanna get back in your tent buddy?

-…No, Nic says. I want to… I wanna stay out here for a little while.

-Alright, Geoff says, but aren’t you cold?

-No, Nic says. Laughs. Of course I’m not cold.

-They sit down in the leaves and the dirt. Geoff describes a silly dream he’d had, just something to talk about, to fill the unnerving quiet. In the middle of it, the middle of his sentence, Nic sinks down and curls up with his head in Geoff’s lap.

-It makes him stammer, stop, say, Ummm haha okay hi?

-Don’t stop, Nic sighs. I like your voice.

-Oh, Geoff says. Oh. Okay.

-He talks and talks. After a while, he realises he’s stroking Nic’s hair, just a soft careful petting, thoughtless.

-Nic rolls over to look up at him eventually. He reaches to touch Geoff’s face, trails his fingers down the curve of Geoff’s jaw. 

-I like you, he says. You're… a good friend.

-Thanks, Geoff says through the lump in his throat.

-When Nic draws him down, he only hesitates for a second. They kiss easily, tenderly. Geoff’s heart tries to pound out of his chest. Nic is so much more confident than he’d expected, unhurried but determined, his hand firm on the back of Geoff’s neck. 

-His mouth makes Geoff rethink the entire world.

-They kiss for a while, deep, slow, and then Nic sighs again, sleepy. He burrows deeper into Geoff’s lap. 

-Talk to me some more? he asks.

-Geoff can hardly breathe, can hardly think or speak, he’s so full of everything all at once and it’s huge and overwhelming and trembling, but he clears his throat and croaks, Yeah alright, and goes back to talking.

-Maybe a half hour later, Nic shudders all over. He gasps and sits straight up. He looks around in bewilderment.

-Geoff? he says. What are we… Why are we outside? Am I– Am I…?

-It takes a second, but Geoff realises. Like a sick horrible curdled wave crashing over him, he realises. 

-Oh, he says. Oh. Uh oh. Uhhhh I think you were… I think maybe you were sleepwalking? You didn’t want to go back to bed, so…

-Nic is clearly embarrassed, but too confused and disoriented to make it a Thing. He says, Oh well thank you, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.

-Geoff tells him, Hey don’t worry about it, it was fine, I didn't… I didn’t mind.

-He is sunk beneath the crushing weight of his enormous disappointed guilt.

-Let’s get you back to bed, he murmurs, and takes Nic to his tent. Gets him inside and sort of crouches there outside the flap, Nic squinting sleepily at him in the beam of the flashlight.

-He has to say something. He’s heavy with guilt.

-He says, Hey so, I just gotta tell you, I’m not gonna be that asshole who… Um anyway, I’m really sorry, but I sort of. I sort of kissed– Well, we, back there, before you– before you woke up, I didn’t realise you were sleepwalking, I swear to Christ I didn’t, but uh– we sort of made out? A bit? Not a lot! It was just sort of, uh yknow heat of the moment, I don’t know man ha it just kinda– kinda happened, I’m real sorry, I never would have– if I’d realised. I’m an idiot, clearly. Let’s forget about it if that’s cool, I’m not gonna get… get weird on you or… or anything, I just wanted you to know. 

-We made out? Nic says. He doesn’t look angry. He looks kind of puzzled. We kissed? he says. Just now, over in the… We kissed?

-Uh yeah, Geoff mutters. We did, sort of.

-Sort of? What does that mean, sort of?

-Well I guess I just mean… nah, it wasn’t sort of, we did. There was… kissing, yeah. Makin… Makin out, haha (rubbing the back of his neck, face on fire)

-Huh, Nic says. Well that’s not… too surprising.

-Its not?? Geoff says.

-Well, no… Nic sort of shrugs one shoulder, ducks his head. I’ve kinda… I mean I’ve had… Sort of a thing? For you. For a while. Yknow…

-You’ve. You’ve had a, uh. A thing. Geoff stares. For me. For a while.

-Is that weird? Nic says, but not like he actually thinks it is. Like he thinks Geoff is being weird.

-No no! Geoff says. No. Ha no. Nah. Not weird. Kind of um. That's… good. That’s good right? You’re not upset? That I uh

-No, Nic says. Shakes his head so his hair falls in his eyes. No I’m not… I’m not upset.

-Okay. Geoff rubs his sweaty hands down his jeaned thighs. He laughs, nervous relief. Okay! That’s– good! I’m glad! Wow haha, I was really… really worried for a sec there.

-Yeah, Nic says. Hey do you… want to sleep in here with me? For the night? Not to do anything, not like that, just um. I’m kind of. I don’t want to be… (by myself, he doesn’t say)

-Yeah, Geoff says, breathless, a little fast. Okay, yeah.

-He crawls into the tent with Nic and shuts off the flashlight. They wedge themselves into Nic’s sleeping bag. It’s silly and it’s too small and it’s amazing. Geoff wants to die in every good way. Nic cuddles up against him, head tucked under his chin, against his chest.

-Geoff squeezes his eyes shut and just reminds himself to fucking breathe.

-(In the morning Nic smiles at him sweet and close and says, I know morning breath isn’t like sexy or anything, but since I missed all the kissing last night……. could we maybe do an encore?)

-(And Geoff doesn’t even say yes, he doesn’t need to, he pulls Nic into him like the closing of a set of parentheses)

-(Nic is late getting to work, but that’s okay, that’s what interns are for)

[thewanderingamalgamate]

Vengeance on the Curfew Breakers!

More logs from Camp Undersoul! Wander was stopping by to teach a few of the determined campers how to make bracelets. Until he heard them whining about curfew. Then he got a bit irate...and creative. @fallen-determination @prancing-pacifist @ask-innocentfrisk

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:14 PM

Rowan eyed the sky as they headed into the cabin, holding the door open for the other red souls. "I didn't think they'd get this serious from one breakout."

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:15 PM

[ Frisk entered inside, sighing. Augggh, all that pressure. ]* Yeah, like, what exactly did we do wrong?

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 9:15 PM

Frisk shrugged

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:16 PM

"We just wanted to go to the garden! Totally harmless!" They pouted, eating the last of their cookie.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:17 PM

[ Frisk pounced onto their bunk, rolling a blanket over their body and just sat there. ]* Yuh huh, it's not like as if, I dunno. Someone's gonna kill us.

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 9:17 PM

"What's so scary about the night anyway?"

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:18 PM

Rowan laughed, "This is an island in the middle of absolutely nowhere, there's no way there's scary stuff like that out there."

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:18 PM

* I know right! Absolutely nothing scary can get us!* Although, I don't know what's scary about it, really.* It's just the day but darker.

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 9:20 PM

"The void is scarier! You can't see anything and there's....nothing"

Frisk (askthe-undertale-kiddos) - Today at 9:21 PM

[ Sunny has been asleep the entire day. Wow. ]

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:22 PM

"The void? That sounds pretty scary."

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 9:22 PM

"Yeah...you never want to go there! It's a place called Floweytale..."

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:24 PM

* I eat flowers, I can handle that!

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:24 PM

Rowan tilted their head. They had never heard of that before. Then again they've heard of a lot of places and people they've never heard before at this camp.

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 9:27 PM

"Just....just don't trust talking flowers! At least not from my timeline!""Not every Flowey is mean but..."

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:36 PM

The cabin door opens yet nobody appears to have done so...odd. It closes by itself too.

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:37 PM

"...?" Rowan looks at the door. "Um..."

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:38 PM

A voice without origin suddenly speaks... -You'd be surprised what creatures lurk outside after curfew.-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:38 PM

* !!!

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:38 PM

They jump, startled by the voice. "Who-?"

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 9:39 PM

"Huh??"Frisk was highly confused

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:39 PM

[ Frisk perked up from their bunk, looking around for a bit to search for where the voice was coming from. They're on alert mode right now, meaning, they're spooked. ]

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:40 PM

-You really should have stayed inside last night...now we can come and go whenever we please! Heheheh.-

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 9:40 PM

"Aww...that's no fun!"

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:42 PM

Rowan huffed, folding their arms. "Oh?  So what? You're just a voice."

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 9:42 PM

"Heh....yeah! What they said!"

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:43 PM

* Tch!

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:44 PM

-Am I now?- A glint of red light appears behind Rowan and a gleaming claw forms right above their shoulder...taptap!

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 9:44 PM

"AAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:45 PM

* Scrrrrr--!!! [ Loud bird noises. ]

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:46 PM

A shiver runs up their spine but they try to keep on a brave face. "... Nice, uh... claw... you have there..."They winced at the bird noises and yelling.

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:48 PM

Ooh, a brave one hm?  Might need to fix that... -Would you like to see the rest?-

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:48 PM

"..." Rowan squared their shoulders. "Try me."

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 9:49 PM

"Rowan don't do it!"

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 9:54 PM

All lights in the room suddenly lose their brightness, plunging the cabin into near total darkness. There's a shifting scuffling sound as something skulks forth from a corner. Massive. It couldn't have been there before! One by one more twinkling red glints appear. Its eyes. The lights flare up for just a brief instance, fully revealing the hulking abomination for a brief moment. Then just as suddenly, it's gone. -Greetings!-(edited)((Taunt the illusionist, suuure, great idea : P))

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 9:57 PM

"...!!!" Startled by the brief appearance of whatever THAT was, Rowan threw a pillow with all their strength at the place where they saw it. They are definitely sweating nervously and shaking slightly but they were doing their darndest to hide it.((  >FIGHT!!  ))(( rowan plz don't try to fight the illusion... ))

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 9:58 PM

[ Frisk flinched, clenching their teeth together and flying up to cling somewhere onto a wall. Their claws only caused a few scratches, digging successfully into it. They're screaming with terror, not even expecting something to actually appear. ]

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 9:59 PM

Frisk clutched her pillow tightly to her chest, letting out a tiny whimper

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 10:00 PM

"Is....is it gone yet?"

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:05 PM

The pillow of course hits nothin' but the wall. Wander is trying his best to contain his laughter at this point.  Rowan seemed determined to prove how brave they are. Cute. 'Something' starts scratching the walls from outside the cabin. -Oh, I'm still here. And it seems my companions want in too! We will have so much fun noooowww...- The voice fades into a garbled groan as 'something' appears to thud against the door of the cabin.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:06 PM

* Ge!!! Get `em, Row!!

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 10:06 PM

"You can do it Rowan!"

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 10:10 PM

Rowan hissed, crouching down like they would when hunting in the woods. Man they wish they had their knife stick spear with them. A few small fireballs appeared and begun to slowly circle them. "Very funny..." Their voice was low as they tried to pinpoint where the voice was coming from, another pillow in their hand.

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:15 PM

Something growls from just outside the door. It sounded nearly catlike, excepted very deep, heavily distorted, and echoing. Then silence for a moment. Suddenly there is a thump as something lands on the roof, scrabbling to maintain its footing...wait, did that bed over there just creak a bit?

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 10:18 PM

Rowan shifted as the sounds changed and moved, biting their lip lightly in concentration. At the creek they spun around and smacked the bed with the pillow. "..." Yes, they realize they looked silly.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:20 PM

[ Frisk turned their attention to the door, clinging tightly on their Wall of Complete Protection in Hopes that Nothing will Get Me. They're already thinking about pouncing to knock over what could be there. ]

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 10:21 PM

Frisk, slowly but bravely, walked close to the bed, hurling her pillow at who or what made that noise

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:22 PM

The pillow made contact that time! Wander suddenly pops into sight on the bed, curled up. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He just starts laughing, uproariously. Deep guffaws that reverberated throughout the cabin. -Ohohoho my! Hahahahah your faces, your faces!!! That was glorious!!- 

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:25 PM

* ... [ They're just staring at Wander, with the utter feeling of betrayal and embarassment, Frisk stood there in silence and let go of their place on the walls to land on the floor. ]* I trusted you! [ Frisk speaks in a dramatic tone, kinda mockingly. ]

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 10:26 PM

Frisk blushed and hid her face in embarrassment "Y-you didn't have to scare us like that!"Frisk had to admit, Wander did a great job

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 10:27 PM

It took a good few moments of Rowan staring at him before standing up, looking both embarrassed and annoyed. The fireballs vanished, Rowan was only slightly thankful they decided to hit with a pillow first instead of the fire. "..." Rowan walked over closer to Wander and stared at him before swinging the pillow down again to try and give him another good whack.

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:34 PM

-Hehehey! We trusted you to stick to curfew! Of course I ha~ACK!- Solid smack to the head! ...and there he goes cackling like a madman again. He blindly waves a hand in front of his face to fend off the fierce assault, but there's no real effort to it.  Something trails from his hand...yarn? Yep, and theres some spools of yarn right next  to him on the bed too.

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 10:38 PM

Rowan let out an angry huff, but didn't try to smack Wander again. "Hmph..."

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:38 PM

* Chuchuchu!! [ Frisk muffled their wild cackles, rolling on the floor uncontrollablely. They crawled over to him, laying their head on the bed. ]* So, you didn't forget?

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 10:42 PM

"Curfews are....stupid. Why do we need one? Home is different, but it's safe on this island! It's not like anything bad happens."Frisk puffed up her cheeks

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:48 PM

Seeing no more furious attacks forthcoming, Wander drops his arm and picks up some of the craft supplies. -Eh, you campers need your sleep for one, and just because there aren't any ferocious beasts out there to maul ya, doesn't mean you can't just trip and crack your head with nobody around to see and help you. And Lintu, of course I remembered! Its the whole reason I'm here! Just heard you lot whining through the door first heh.-

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 10:50 PM

Frisk paused for a moment, thinking"...Yeah, I guess so. But what if we can't sleep?"

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:52 PM

Wander shakes the threads in his hands. -Then you find something quiet to keep you busy. Was makin bracelets on the lake earlier, offered to teach the winged kid, but the offer extends to everyone present.-

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 10:53 PM

"I'm used to walking about in the dark." Rowan grumbled, but seemed interested in the yarn Wander was holding. "Bracelets?"

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:54 PM

[ Pouts. The spooks already had them on their toes, although, they've began relaxing now from that fright. They smiled, given that their lessons are gonna begin shortly and they wanted to be taught something new. ]

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 10:55 PM

-Yeah, Lintu there has a few I made earlier.-

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 10:56 PM

"That sounds so cool! Are they like friendship bracelets?"

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 10:56 PM

[ Frisk holds up their hands, showing off their magnificent bracelets. ]

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 10:59 PM

"Wow, those are really nice." They smiled slightly, still on edge from before.

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 11:00 PM

"They're really pretty!" Frisk said, eyes sparkling

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:03 PM

-Hm, is that what they're called? Yeah sure. And glad you like 'em, heh still learning how to make these things properly myself. My brother has all the real talent with this kind of thing.- Winged Frisk had a pair of simple bracelets, except for the fact that they were weaved in such a way as to leave long flowing strands to serve as streamer when they're in motion. It would look awesome when they're in flight!-So aside from the flyin roden here, who wants to learn?-

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 11:04 PM

Rowan lifted a hand briefly. "I would."

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 11:05 PM

* Caaaaaw!

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 11:05 PM

"Me!" Frisk shouted excitedly, but then she let out a yawn. Awww, poor kid was getting sleepy!( RIP me, I'm actually tired )

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:06 PM

((heh poor frisk and mun.

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 11:06 PM

( I stay up at crazy hours and it just hit me out of nowhere )( Like....sleeping at 8 AM )

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:07 PM

-Ah, hey kid if you need to sleep go right ahead, I'll teach you tomorrow alright?-((rest mun heh

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 11:08 PM

( I don't sleep easily, and I get energetic at night, just like my muse c:( Thank you! I will c:

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 11:08 PM

(( night~(( or at least you SHOULD rest. >:U shoo

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 11:10 PM

Frisk nodded "Thank you Mister..you're really nice~"Frisk too tired to really care, crawled into Rowan's bed, passing out as soon as her head hit the pillow and breathed softly

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:15 PM

-...called me nice even after I scared you all. Sweet kid. Good night.- He almost sounded guilty there. But he turns his attention back to the other Determined campers and held up some threads, ready to begin a demonstration. -Alright, watch carefully.-

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 11:15 PM

"..." Rowan chuckled. Ah that's fine, they were sure Frisk would like the rag dolls on their pillow.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 11:16 PM

[ They lifted their head up to observe, leaning onto the bed and purring. ]

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 11:16 PM

Frisk gently hugged the rag doll in her sleep. D'aaaaaw(( okay now to actually get ready for bed lol ))

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 11:18 PM

((g'night innocent!

Frisk [ask-innocentfrisk] - Today at 11:18 PM

(( night!

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Yesterday at 11:19 PM

[[ nini!!

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Yesterday at 11:25 PM

Rowan reached over to ruffle the young Frisk's hair before coming back to learn how to make these nifty bracelets. It would take a bit until they were fully relaxed again, but crafts would help.

Wander-wanderandward - Yesterday at 11:28 PM

-Alright, basic candystripe. First, prepare the strings like so...- And he begins. First tying together a bundle of four strings at the top. From there, he makes the base line, tying one string across another in a forward knot, slowly so Rowan and Lintu could see how it was done, and moving across so what began as the first string on the left was now the last. He repeats the process a few more times as a slow pace, making sure to note the importance of clinching the knot properly so it touches the knot above and prevents gaps from forming. After a few repetitions he picks up the pace until there's a finished blue and red candystripe in hands. Wander then proceeds to loosely tie it around the sleeping frisks wrist.((cough i actually have a tutorial/patterns site saved if you two want a better guide heh

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Yesterday at 11:40 PM

Rowan watched intently before trying it out themselves. After a few failed attempts they seemed to get the basics of it, though their knots were quite messy.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Yesterday at 11:42 PM

[ Frisk grabs a few strings, being careful to not accidentally squeeze on their fingerpads too hard. They started tying the strings, then actually kinda butchered that one. Onto the next bracelet, results are in, they tied them around in the wrong way and now they're just concentrating way too much. ]

Wander-wanderandward - Yesterday at 11:43 PM

-Heheh, dont worry about how your first few come out, because trust me theyre looking a lot better than mine did.--Just keep at it and you'll get the hang of it. Once you do, you can try different patterns. Like that heart one I made for you and Win earlier.-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Yesterday at 11:47 PM

* Mhm! [ They nodded, grabbing another set to attempt their bracelet making once more. ]

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Yesterday at 11:54 PM

Rowan hummed as they moved onto their next bracelet. This one was coming out much better already!

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 12:04 AM

Wander himself was working on  an jipijapa pattern. Its actually looking rather decent,the alternating fields are spot on, though the chevrons are a bit crooked.-Alright, you two seem to have a handle on it. I need to get back to my patrol, terrify some other kids. Will you two be alright?-

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 12:13 AM

* Yeah!! We'll be fine!

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 12:16 AM

-Alright! Take care then and good night.- Wander ruffles the winged Frisk's hair on the way out, leaving the jipijapa patterned bracelet on top of their head in the process, and proceeds to exit the cabin.

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 12:27 AM

Rowan waved. "Have a good night!"

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 12:33 AM

[ Energetic chirps!! They trilled a bye to Wander, keeping their yarn strings together while heading onto their bunk bed and kept making their own bracelets. It's quite relaxing. ]

Rowan (Fallen-Determination) - Today at 12:39 AM

Since their own bed was occupied, they went to work on their bracelets on the younger Frisk's bed.

[shleezaemour]

Finding Solace in NA meetings

Trigger warning for drugs and abuse. Nico decided to go to an NA meeting and admits a few secrets infront of his crush Will. review at will. I own nothing!! Nico was in one of his moods. Ignoring everyone and keeping to his cabin like the hermit he was. Will hated it when Nico was like this. Sunshine didn't understand though. Will didn't know what it was like to feel like your drowning every time you force yourself into a social situation. Will didn't know what it was like hearing every noise going on at the same time to the point where you can't think! People chewing leaves rustling laughter screaming smacking of lips clinking of forks everything all at once in your ears making it impossible to focus on just staying normal. Every demigod has ADHD but none of them seemed to have issues like Nico did. All the kids were scared of him anyway it was better him holing up in his cabin doing things that needed to be done. Research of burial rights and didn't other ventures in the books his father would send him. Nico didn't know why his dad kept sending him the books but he figured it was stuff he had to learn. Maybe his dad was giving him a job in the future. That was also a far fetched thought. How could his father trust him with anything? He barely trusted himself. Nightmares of his time in Tartarus plagued his dreams keeping him awake for days at a time. The things he experienced down there were to much for one person even him. Nicks and cuts littered Nicos ravaged body. Not smooth like the rest of the campers. Some of them he did but most were from fighting. No one would understand why he would do it to himself. Just like they wouldn't understand everything else he had done. It's better that no one really knew him that personally. If they were scared of him now they would exile him from camp if they knew the things he resorted to being in his own for 4 years. You grow up a lot when your on your own. If it wasn't for his father he would be dead by now. "Nico ?" Cut from his spiraling reverie Will had found him. "Hey! What are you doing here?" "Thought I'd check on you and give you a calendar for the summer events" "I'm not the bonfire sing a long capture the flag type Sunshine though I appreciate your effort" " Oh not those I'm talking about the groups that meet through the week" "Groups what groups" " My cabin and I do different groups through the week. I do NA and Austin does a grief group for kids who have lost family and friends. Kayla does AA and Cecil does a group for PTSD" "What? I don't even know what most of those are?" " Oh well NA is for drug users AA is for alcohol and PTSD is for kids with traumas in the past. Rape and violence in their life" "Wow must be some empty rooms" Nico chuckled. "Um actually we are full up most of the time. The NA I run is done at the beach since we need so much room for everyone. " "Why do you run the NA group?" "Because I was hooked on a few things myself back in the day. My mom is a famous country singer and drugs were always around so I picked up a bad habit or two. That's why I chose to be a year rounder here. Keeps me clean of I'm not exposed I'm about 3 years clean" "Never took you the type that would even touch the stuff" "Why not? We all medicate Nico. With the lives of demigods it's almost impossible not too. Kaylas dad was a huge alcoholic. Austin lost his mom to an overdose and she died in his arms. Cecil was being attacked by his step father. We all grew up with problems and drugs and alcohol and sex are just ways we end up coping with things. " "I'll think about it" "That's all I ask" Will left him with the schedule. Nico himself could go to all of these groups. That would mean admitting to his issues. He wasn't about to do that no matter how hard Sunshine pressed. Throwing the flyer away he headed to his kitchen to make lunch when his father appeared at the kitchen table with the flyer in his hands. "Father" he bowed slightly. "Son" "What can I do for you? Run away spirit? Need me to feed Cerberus while you and Wifey go on a get away?" Nico took out two root beers out of the fridge and poured them for him and his father. Passing a glass to Hades he sat and waited for the reason he decided to visit. "So... that Apollo boy seems nice" "Yeah he's ok. The only one not cowering away from me. Shows up every day I swear I think I see him more than my own reflection." "You like him don't you?" "Dad I'm not ready to date and he's.. cute yes but he's straight" "Actually he's not I've talked to his father since you two have been spending all this time together" "You spying on me and vetting my friends?" "Yes and frankly I'm glad your making better choices" "Hmph" "Yeah well I think you need to think about attending atleast one of these groups. Perhaps the one the Apollo boy runs himself?" "Dad no I can't I don't want people knowing about that." "Your not the only one that has been through this obviously I don't see why you can atleast attempt to go." "I'm sober now. I've been sober over 7 months." "Yes and I know that you haven't been feeling the best about yourself. I don't want you to back slide. I think this could be good for you " Nico sat in silence looking at his father. The man had the same eyes as him. Nico wasn't scared of his father the way other kids were scared of his father. Or hell even their own godly parent. Hades was right though. Nico had been craving it lately. The need for a release. The need to let go. "I'll think about it" "How about you go and I'll sweeten the deal" "How?" "New set of Stygian throwing knives and I start giving you an allowance?" "Your bribing me to go to meetings?" "Yes. Go to one meeting a week and I'll give you this" A black Amex appeared in Hades hand. "Seriously? Why would you trust this? Why would you trust me to do this?" "Because deep down you want help son. I know that. I know you. That and I don't know how else to get you to go. If you don't go or stop going you will find that this card goes missing" "Ok I'll do one meeting. I want the knives though. We can talk about the card if I decide to continue" "Deal" The knives appeared on the table on a cloud of smoke. His father disappeared in the same breath. Guess he was going to see what Will stupid ass group was about. Probably a bunch of Whiney kids that smoked a few joints or got hooked on caffeine pills to stay awake and study. ------------------------------ I walked down the beach to see a low bonfire and about 30 campers sat around it. Wow so many people. There was no way all these kids had drug problems. Sitting in a chair in the back Will stood up to take everyone's attention. "Hello everyone I'm Will and I'm an addict!" "Hello Will!!" The crowd chanted together. "I'm happy to see all of your today! I see some knew people here which is great and lots of old faces! Well let's get things started I'm going to talk about cravings today. I had a craving today in the infirmary. I was giving some morphine to an Ares kid who ripped his pinky finger off during sword practice. While I was giving it to him I thought about how easy it would be for me the head healer to take some myself. To mark down that I gave him two doses instead of one. People trust me. They wouldn't even question what my paper work says. But then I thought there was a reason people trusted my paperwork. It's because I don't do that and I want people to trust me. It was hard after the battle of Manhattan. I used a lot of pain killers that my mom would just leave lying around. She never noticed they were gone. She didn't need them she just had them. I want to be a doctor one day. That starts here. That starts with me being able to be stronger than this. To be stronger than me wanting everything to float away. " Everyone clapped. Including myself. Wow sunshine liked hillbilly heroine. Who would have thought. "Ok let's have our new faces share a bit with us tonight. Ok I see you there come up and tell us about yourself." Drew Tanaka went up to the front infront of the fire. "Hi I'm drew " "Hello drew" Everyone chanted in unison. "I was hooked on cocain for a really long time. I have trouble with my weight and I thought if I just did a little here and there it wouldn't be a issue. I would lose a few pounds and it made me feel more interesting. I felt like people liked talking to me thought I was fun. Turns out that was all in my head most people just thought I was annoying when I was on it. I lost those few pounds and then some. I did it so much that I finally stopped when my nose wouldn't stop bleeding. I was so scared I was losing so much blood I almost passed out. I've been clean for about two months now but what Will said about the cravings is true. I felt it when I stepped on the scale and gained 7 pounds. I wanted so bad to go back to it. I still want to go back to it. My craving isn't over. But so far I'm ok. " She went back to her seat as everyone applauded her. "You sir in the back please come up and share!" Will shouted at Nico. I thought he would pass out. Feeling the creeping heat prickle in my ears I started to slump in my chair. A voice sounded in my mind. My fathers voice. " GO!!" I stood up and made his way toward the front. "Hi I'm Nico" "Hello Nico!" Once again in unison. This was it. Here it goes. They will all defiantly hate me after this. Might as well get it over with so I can rub it in his stupid dad's face when he was proved right. " I'm nico and I'm an addict. 7 months ago my father found me alone in an abandoned building with a needle sticking of my arm. I sold my body for drugs. I know that sounds insane. Especially at my age but my mother died. I was forced into a casino that suspended time so I'm actually in my 80s. My sister died. She was the only family I had for my entire life. The hunters stole her away and then death did. She left me twice. I had no home. No family. I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to be in my body anymore. I'm gay. I was born in a time where that meant being killed or locked away. I struggled with that a lot. I found out that it's not like that anymore. Well it's atleast much more accepted and it's no longer looked at as a mental problem. I battled with that while going down my rabbit hole. I didn't have any money so my body was all I had to give drug dealers. I was lucky. My dad found me. He brought me to his home in the underworld and gave me a room. Detoxed me. Helped me get through my addiction safely. I was checked out while down there I was lucky I didn't catch any diseases from either the needles or the other thing. I knew a few that were not quite as lucky. I still want to. It never really goes away for me. But I'm trying. I'm 7 months sober. I can't promise that it won't happen again. But I'm trying." I walked back to my seat as I heard the applause. People looked me in the eye as I walked by and reached out and touched my shoulder. Everyone seemed ok with what I just said. I heard a few more stories. Surprisingly not much different from my own. I never thought so many of us went through this! I went from feeling so alone to seeing these kids tell their stories and they had an idea of what it was like. I wasn't the only one who sold my body I wasn't the only one who felt alone. I wasn't the only one who spent years in solitude with no where to go. The rest of the meeting passed in a blur. They all ended up holding hands in a circle chanting something he hadn't learned yet so he just listened. As they dispersed people came to me clapping my shoulder and thanking me for my story. A feeling of acceptance washed over me. Maybe my dad was right. I would never admit that of course. As much as Hades was right I would rather have my father think I would be attending the meetings for access to the black Amex. Walking back to my cabin Will Solace put his arm around me as he walked. As much as I wanted to shove it off the weight felt nice and contact with Will made my stomach jump with butterflies. "So you and I are in the same boat I guess" "Yeah guess so" "Well that's kind of a relief honestly. It's hard to date someone who doesn't know what it's like" "Date?!" "Yeah I want to ask you out. You and me dinner and a movie type stuff" "I didn't know you were..." Nico slyly lied knowing full well what his dad had mentioned. "I am and it took real guts to admit all that up there. I was going back and forth on the idea of asking you out because I wasn't sure if you were but now that I know I'd love you take you out" "I-I guess that would be fine." They stopped at the Hades cabin door. "Hey Nico can I ask you a question that's super uncomfortable?" "Well we just left an entire group of uncomfortable so sure go for it!" "Did they ever kiss you?" "Who?" "You know.. the people you got your fix from" "Oh uh no that's not really the way it works. Honestly I'm kind of surprised you want to go out after hearing that." "Your past is your past and now is now. Don't let it define you. It was awful that it happened to you like that but I'm glad your in a place where that's no longer your current reality" "That was convoluted Solace." "Yeah I get that way when I'm nervous" "Why are you nervous still i agreed?" "Cause of this" Leaning forward I felt Wills lips against mine. Soft and warm. His hands cupping my face like it was made of glass. Like I was something precious to hold. I deepened the kiss even though I had no clue what I was doing. Pulling wills waist to me by his belt loops. Will smelled amazing and tasted like oranges and lavender. I had never felt this. Over and over I sold my body to strangers but none of them really wanted me. Will wanted me. The feeling of that was enough to wash away those shameful memories even if it was just for a moment. Breaking apart for air I looked into the blue orbs that were Wills eyes. Getting lost in them was easy. They were trustworthy and sincere. Despite him hearing the awful things he has done Will wanted to kiss him. To take him on a date. "Wow that.. that was " "That was my first kiss.." Nico squeeked out. "Mine as well..." "Well uh I guess I'll see you for the date?" "Oh yeah um tomorrow night 7pm" "Ok I'll have bells on" "What?" "Don't ask it's an old saying" "It's cute. Bye Neeks" and he kissed me chastely stumbling away from my cabin. I went inside and jumped on my bed and screamed into my pillow.