#everything else is. well. vine references or silly conversations

[sleepinglionhearts]

*goes thru my sketchbook to deliver u some One Piece nonsense from last month*

[thepatricktreestump]

Crush pt2 - peter parker imagine

crush masterlist

part 2 – an apartment in queens

               The following weeks you found yourself sitting at Peter Parker’s lunch table nearly every day. You slowly got to know him better, understanding his passion for photography, his love for Star Wars, and of course, his obsession with science puns. Alongside him, you also got to know his friends, MJ and Ned. MJ was more laid back and careless than Peter, messy hair and doodling in class, dark humor and straight-to-the-point conversation. She wasn’t like the other girls you knew who liked to gossip about drama or swoon over boys. Instead she talked about true crime and conspiracy theories. Ned was a lot like Peter, minus the anxiety. He was a goofball who enjoyed LEGOs and read comic books and was always excited to announce whatever latest movie just came out or NASA’s newest discovery. His friends were interesting and cool, and you enjoyed hanging out with them a lot too. Of course, they weren’t nearly as charming and polite as Peter was, but you liked the company all the same. MJ was reliable in recommending you good music and Ned in showing you memes he thought you’d appreciate.

               As far as Peter goes, when you weren’t sending silly selfies to each other or texting paragraphs back and forth over the phone, you both made an effort to spend time together at school. Study hall slowly became a regular thing between the two of you. After the dismissal bell rang, you would meet at the cafeteria vending machines to grab snacks, and then spread your textbooks out on a library table and breeze through your homework, sharing jokes and stories about the school day or whatever else was going on in your lives at the time. However, approaching the library that evening, both of you instantly pouted at the notice posted on the door.

               “Closed for SAT prep,” Peter read aloud. “Uh oh.”

               “You’ve got to be kidding me,” you stared at the piece of paper taped to the entrance, letting out a small huff. “We have a test tomorrow and to be completely honest, I haven’t even read the last two chapters yet.”

               “I have,” Peter piped up. “I can fill you in if you want, you can borrow notes.” He turned to face you and narrowed his eyes. “Although it’s not like you to be slacking on an assignment. What’s up?”

               “I’ve just been helping my dad with this uh, this project lately,” you replied. “I’m trying to figure out how to improve computation time through admissible heuristic-”

               “A* yeah,” Peter blurted, recognizing your words, and you paused, thoroughly impressed.

               “Wait! Parker, you’re telling me you know algorithms?” you stood there, jaw still hanging in surprise.

               “Sure, I am a computer geek after all,” he chuckled softly, flexing a humble brag. “I have a bit of experience in computer science, if you ever want a helping hand.”

               “Holy shit,” you blinked, thinking to yourself, as if he couldn’t get any hotter?

               “Anyways, you should really get on those chapters. You know this exam makes up ten percent of our grade for the quarter.” He pauses to think for a moment and then his eyes light up with an idea. “Let’s hang at my place and I can catch you up,” he offers, and you look at him incredulously, practically delirious at this point.

               “Y-you want me to come over?” you raise an eyebrow and he stiffens, hesitant.

               “Uh, I mean, if you’re okay with that,” he explains. “I just thought since the library was closed, you know, we could find a different place to study. It doesn’t have to be my place we can go to a coffee shop or the park or something-”

               “No, no your place sounds perfect,” you insisted, head reeling at the fact that your crush just invited you to their house.

               “Awesome, cause I know a really good pizza place on the way,” he grins and you think you could melt on the spot right there.

               Peter doesn’t live very far from Midtown at all, just a couple transfers. And as far as pizza recommendations go, he knows the very best spot in town. It’s obvious he’s a Queens kid, the way he walks about the city and interacts with the people, it’s like there’s nowhere else he could ever possibly belong. It’s heartwarming, to see the way he talks about his favorite shops and people, pointing out little things like good climbing trees and perfect awnings for being caught in the rain. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he created the city himself, the way he was familiarized with everything. It was impressive.

               Your dad didn’t really let you out of the tower to roam much. Happy usually escorted you around a in a car or he insisted you take a taxi rather than the subway. When you did go out, it was usually in his company, to a fancy party or a conference hall, a five-star restaurant or a prestigious academy. Being raised surrounded with such success and wealth was a blessing, and you were ever grateful for it, but it was times like these when you wondered what it would’ve been like to just be a normal kid. To be able to explore and meet others and know the city as well as Peter does, every little hideout and bodega, the best spot to watch the sunrise or grab a sandwich.

               “Well uh, this is it,” Peter clutched onto the straps of his backpack, giving a nervous smile. “It might not be much, but it’s my home. It’s just me and my Aunt May, she’s the one who pretty much raised me so…” He shrugged and then opened up the door, you being sure to take everything in.

               “Oh my gosh Peter! Hi! How was school today? Oh! And you brought a friend!” a bubbly brunette with glasses greeted both of you, scooping up Peter in a hug, and you instantly knew she must be Aunt May. “Hi dear, I’m Aunt May and you are?”

               “This is y/n, remember?” Peter introduced you and you raised an eyebrow at that last part, noting the way that he must’ve mentioned you to her before. You tried to hide the blush rising to your cheeks.

               “Y/n? Oh yes, how could I forget your-” May paused immediately upon Peter’s terrified eyes and nodded slowly. “Your uh, your?”

               “My friend,” he smiled. “She’s my friend, May.”

               “Right. Awesome,” she looked at you and you could sense her suspicion, that they were hiding something, but you dismissed it and smiled back. “I’m so glad you could come visit today, Miss Y/n! Peter’s told me so much about you.” You looked at Peter and he gave you terrified eyes, making you laugh. “Oh, was I not supposed to say that?” May turned to you and you laughed harder, reassuring her it was just fine, but inside, your head was reeling. Peter had talked to her about you before? You just hoped it was all good things.

               “Anyways… We’re gonna study for our test, so we’ll be in my room. Just knock if you need me,” Peter explained, and to your surprise, grabbed you by the hand and led you down the hall, heart fluttering in your chest every step of the way. He dumped his bookbag on the ground and shut the door, flopping onto his bed, sighing. “Sorry that’s my Aunt May, she can be a little overbearing at times.”

               “No, no, you’re all fine,” you reassured, taking a seat next to him at the edge of his bed. “I get it. My dad can be a lot like that too. Lots of questions and pestering- it’s just cause they care about us, you know.”

               “Yeah, I appreciate that,” Peter smiled softly, leaning up and looking at you, noticing the way you pressed your lips together, waiting to ask something. “What?”

               “You told her about me?” you wondered, and he swallowed nervously, clearly embarrassed.

               “I mean, uh… Yeah. I did…” He paused, staring at the floor. “Is that okay?” he asked, scared. “I mean, I tell Aunt May about everything, she’s sort of my best friend- but not in a weird way, she’s my aunt you know, but-”

               “You’re fine, Peter,” you laughed. “I’m just giving you a hard time.”

               “Oh,” he grew quiet, letting out a soft sigh of relief as you laughed a bit harder, smiling at him. He looked back at you, face reddening, hazel eyes softened. “You have a nice laugh, you know.”

               “Really?” you cocked your head to the side, growing self-conscious. “I always thought it was a bit too obnoxious.”

               “No, it’s genuine,” he shook his head, insisting. “I like it a lot.” He looked down towards his feet and started to pull out some textbooks from his backpack, and you could’ve sworn you heard him mumble. “I could probably listen to it all day.”

               Reading classic English literature was never the most exciting way to pass time, but with Peter, it instantly became your favorite hobby. Both of you impersonated characters and made fun of the old dialect, as well as sprinkled in vine references at every appropriate moment. While writing notes, you doodled cartoons in the margins and decorated them with stickers. It was like hanging out with Peter outside of school made doing school related things much less nerve wracking. It gave you the freedom to be laid back, boisterous, and most of all, handsy. Throughout studying you found yourselves guilty of seeming to find any excuse to touch the other, whether it was poking, tickling, pulling hair, slugging a shoulder, or tugging on a sleeve. At one point, Peter even leaned against your side, resting his head on your shoulder and watching as you scrawled down notes, making your head dizzy.

               A notification went off on Peter’s phone and he sighed, walking over to where it was charged on his desk before staring intently. “Woah,” he held his phone screen up to you with the displayed time. “I didn’t even know it was this late! I’m sorry.”

              “Oh no,” you glanced at your own phone, spotting the several missed calls and texts from your father, sighing. You didn’t want to leave, but you knew you had to. You didn’t want to dig yourself a deeper hole. Shooting your dad a couple texts and asking Happy to come pick you up, you groaned, realizing there was no avoiding explanations on this one. The school library wouldn’t have even been open for study hall at this time if you said you were there. “Shit, I’ve got to go. I’m sorry, Peter.”

              “It’s okay,” he insisted, although you could sense his disappointment too. “Maybe another time?”

              “Definitely,” you grinned. “I think I like hanging here much better than the library. You even have a periodic table up on your wall for reference.”

              “Exactly!” he pointed out, overexcited, and you giggled at his enthusiasm. “The library’s got nothing on us.”

              “It’s a lot quieter in here too,” you added. “Which is ironic, because you’d think a library is the quietest place there is.”

              “Not in a high school it’s not,” Peter shook his head and you laughed alongside him.

              “You got that right,” you agreed.

              Gathering up your things into your bookbag, you joked back and forth with him, until you were about to head out the door and he stopped you, making you freeze. “C-can I ask you something?” he wondered and you stared up at him, wide eyed, nervous. “I’ve sort of been meaning to ask you but I get nervous sometimes and I didn’t know how you’d react but uh-”

              “What’s up, Parker?” you smirked, having a feeling that whatever was about to happen could only lead to something good.

              “Well you see, there’s this dance coming up, next week actually, and me and Ned were talking about it. Um, it’s the homecoming dance. I was wondering, if it’s okay with you, and it can be as friends or maybe more than friends but well, maybe, I was thinking…” he stopped rambling and sighed, looking at you, frustrated and terrified of himself all at the same time. “Would you like to be my date to the homecoming dance next Friday?”

              “Peter-” you stared at him, fireworks exploding in your chest. “Yes! Of course!”

              “Wait, really?” his eyes lit up and you nodded eagerly, dropping your bookbag and rushing up to hug him.

              “Really,” you insisted, wrapping your arms around him. You had never hugged Peter before, but he was warm and comfy and he smelled like fabric softener. You buried your face into his shoulder, squeezing tight, muffling your giggles. Both of you pulled back and he was smiling ear to ear, you as well. “I wish I could stay longer, but um, I’ll be sure to shoot you a text when I get home.”

              “For sure,” he kept smiling at you like a fool, and you couldn’t say anything because you bet you probably looked the exact same.

              Waving goodbye to Aunt May and closing the door behind you, you took a step before instantly hearing Peter excitedly ramble on to his aunt. “I asked the question May- the one to the dance. And she said yes! She said yes, holy shit- I’m gonna need a suit. And a corsage. Where do you even get a corsage?”

              “Woah, slow down there, kiddo,” Aunt May chuckled. Trying not to eavesdrop any longer, your entire face flushed, heart fluttering, fuzzy feeling enveloping you as you walked down the hall. You were falling for Peter Parker. And you were falling hard.

              The car ride home with Happy was pretty quiet, and you knew you were going to get another talking to, you could just feel it. It wasn’t that you were purposely trying to be rebellious or anything, sometimes you just genuinely lost track of time. It was easy to be distracted when you were with someone like Peter. Your attention seemed to effortlessly gravitate towards him, you couldn’t even help it yourself. Making your way up to the elevator, half of you was still buzzing with excitement from your night at Peter’s, but the other half was dreading the rest of the night to come dealing with the repercussions from your dad.

              “It’s nine o’clock, y/n. Where in the hell were you? And don’t even start with study hall,” your dad folded his arms, already exhausted.

              “I went over to a friend’s house to study,” you explained. “I’m sorry, I lost track of the time and I just-”

              “Was it a boy?” he looked at you, narrowing his eyes from behind his glasses and you sighed. “The boy?”

              “What does it matter?” you whined.

              “It matters because you’re the type of girl to get into trouble,” he argued and you did a doubletake, offended.

              “Excuse me?” you stared at him. “I get perfect grades, dad! I’m on the honor roll! And you think that I’m going to get myself into trouble?”

              “You’re my daughter, y/n. There’s no way in hell that you aren’t,” he shook his head. Tony sighed, looking you up and down, and then pursed his lips. “Does he treat you right at least? This boy?”

              “Y-yeah,” you blushed, nodding, slowly feeling your agitation fade away. “He’s really sweet.”

              “Is he smart?”

              “Super smart. He competes in the decathlon, dad. Plus he literally studies computer programming for fun.”

              “So he’s a giant nerd.”

              “No! Okay, maybe. But he’s a cute nerd.”

              “Alright, alright,” Tony nodded slowly. “So are you two dating or is this a crush type situation?”

              “He asked me to the homecoming dance,” you told him, blushing furiously just at the thought of Peter Parker in a suit and tie, hair gelled back, swaying with you on the dance floor.

              “I better get around to meeting this kid then,” he insisted. “If he’s inviting you over and going to the dance with you and all.”

              “I’m sure you will, dad,” you smiled sweetly. “The dance is coming up soon and he’s obviously going to pick me up so, you can have a couple words with him then. He’ll be dressed up and everything, it’ll make a good impression.”

              “Right, right,” he laughed. “Well just be careful, alright? I can’t have my daughter’s heart getting broken out here. He should know he’s messing with Iron Man’s daughter, I’ll kick his ass if he ever wrongs you.”

              “I know, dad,” you rolled your eyes, giving him a big hug. “But I think we’re safe with this one. He’s a really good guy. I can feel it.”

[weslynnegoldmeadow]

Wes awoke that night drenched in a cold sweat. There hadn't really been time to process the losses in Northrend, thanks to the Scourge invasion, and it showed in her subconscious every so often when she tried to sleep.

The dreams were always the same. Her ex-wife -- or occasionally someone else she was close to, like Alexandria, Lexy, or Perynn -- would be in mortal danger, and she'd be nowhere to be seen. Doing something important, sure, but never there when she was needed. She'd return from a battle, or campaign -- once even a raid -- triumphant, high spirits dripping from her lips as she cheered and celebrated with the rest of her comrades... but it always ended with the same conversation. A hand-wringing so-and-so forced to shatter the evening's joy. To break the news that while she'd been gone, something terrible had happened. When she wasn't there, she had lost someone else.

Weslynne pinched the bridge of her nose in the darkness, a silent curse bubbled up from the pit of her throat as she tried to will the memory from her mind. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed, and her body creaked and crackled as she pulled herself upright, and shuffled over to the window. It was nearly dawn this time, at least, and the sun had already begun to bleed through the tallest of the weald's trees.

So Weslynne did what any Paladin would. She pulled on her britches, donned her leathers, laced up her boots, and grabbed her travel pack. The best cure for a rattled, racing mind was hard work, and there was plenty to do.

The crisp Drustvar air kissed her face as she walked, and Wes tugged up her hood against it's advances. She tore off a hunk of jerky with her teeth as she headed into the forest, enjoying breakfast on the go -- and the last bit of comfort she'd brought back from her most recent trip to Stormwind.

It took the old knight a few hours to shake the bitter feelings her dream had left behind, but walking was good for that. The forest was beautiful, and over the past few weeks of exploring, she had come to know it very well. These were her stomping grounds, now. This was home turf.

By the time Wes reached the foot of the ancient tower, her jerky was all gone, and the blazing sun had climbed high into the sky above. Wes unslung her pack in the shadow of the tower, setting it aside, against the stone, and taking a knee beside it.

It was a wonder, she thought, that such a place could still exist after so long. So often when settlements died, or people abandoned a place, mother nature would move in behind them and make everything hers once again. This... wasn't quite that. The tower seemed to coexist with the growth, standing beside the vines and branches, rather than succumbing to them.

Weslynne slipped an old, leather-bound libram from her pack. Once she'd begun to get the hang of the subtle differences between Drust, and Vrykul scripts, Wes had started to pouring over the memorial tree. There were carvings -- just like the epitaph she'd read -- all the way up the old oak. Everything from poetry to philosophical musings. Thoughts on the Light. On how people should treat one another. It struck her as familiar. The kinds of notes a Paladin might inscribe in their libram alongside their interpretations of the holy scripture.

She began to thumb through her own libram, finally opening it to the last marked page. Translating the script from the bark had been rough, intensive work at first, but she'd relished the challenge. With every word it got easier and easier, and soon Weslynne found herself wrestling not with the translation, but the philosophical teachings the owners of this tower had left behind... and it was easy to get lost in the mystery now that so much of it was unfolding before her.

"Bright one," a woman's rich voice sounded behind her, snapping the Paladin from her introspection. Weslynne's hand immediately fell to the butt of her sawed-off 10-gauge, and in the span of a breath, she had whirled on the sound with her weapon drawn.

Before her stood a colossal spectral figure, wearing a helmet adorned with antlers, a mixture of animal pelts, and what appeared to be... armor of enchanted bark. At the figure's flank sat a ghostly hunting hound at rapt attention. The exact kind of dog that'd harried her company's steps the first night they found the tower.

"I don't know who you are, and I don't know what you wan-"

Weslynne scowled in frustration as the Horned Knight cut her off, but that frustration swiftly morphed into confusion as the spirit spoke.

"I wanted to thank you."

The paladin scratched the back of her head, nails catching on the freshly-shaved portion of her undercut. Wes felt somewhat silly with the shotgun still in her hand after hearing that, so she eased the hammer back into place before holstering her firearm.

"For what?"

"For tending to my grave. For bringing Light to this place after it languished for so long in decrepitude, and darkness. Your Light woke me from my long slumber, Bright One, and -- though I mourn the fact that my followers no longer keep vigil here -- I am happy to be awake at long last, for I have work to do... and I have you to thank for that."

Weslynne's mind raced, and she nearly let the Libram fall from her hands. Nearly.

"So wait. You're the spirit we fought, and... this is your memorial?"

"This is my final resting place," she confirms. "...but it is no mere memorial. This tree was a celebration of my life. Of my teachings. Of the good I tried to do in the world." The Horned Knight's hand falls to her hunting hound's head, and she absent-mindedly scritches behind it's ears as she gazes up at the tree. "... of the good I tried to leave behind for others."

Weslynne babbled for a moment, flipping back a few pages in her libram. She clears her throat in an attempt to wrange her wayward tongue.

"Creating, rehabilitating, rebuilding, and healing should be considered sacred charges to those blessed by the Light."

Weslynne places a particularly heavy emphasis on that last word, and there's a pause as she peers at the spirit. "You -- or your followers -- wrote this, right? It references the Light, but this tower is clearly far older than the Church, an-"

"The Light is a primordial force," the spirit interjects once more. "It existed before we creatures of flesh and blood and bone ever deigned to walk this planet's surface, and it will continue to exist long after we have become dust, and she has found a new use for our remains."

The Horned Knight placed a hand on either side of her helmet, and tugged off. Tightly braided hair cascaded down around her shoulders as it came free, revealing the stern, weathered face of a dusky-skinned human woman with tired eyes, and sculpted features.

Weslynne simply watched in awe, clearly unable to fully grasp the depth and breadth of the ideological chasm that stood before her.

"Do you have a name?" She finally managed to stammer, peering at the spirit and her dog. "I have... so many fucking questions -- if you've the time to answer them?"

"I am, or perhaps more accurately, was Emma Cleyre. The first -- and now last -- of the Wildsworn, and I was bound here for this exact purpose. So ask your questions, Bright One. Ask until your eyelids grow heavy, and your voice becomes horse, and I shall do my best to answer them."

[kaweeella]

Bonding Time, Kids

Chapter 2- You Say It So Normally, But What You’re Saying Is So Absurd

Warnings- Swearing, let me know if I should add anything else.

Words- 1368

Author note- :D

“Wait, do you have my quirk?!”

“It would appear that the fog did more to our quirks than we first thought.” Momo stands up with a sigh.

“I presume this was her objective since square one. I ponder, however, what she wishes to gain from this.” Reiko says so quietly it’s nearly a whisper.

“Aaah!” Kosei screams. Looking at him, everyone sees a large, dark, bird-like entity coming out of his midsection. It does not look happy.

“Dark Shadow!” Fumikage runs towards the two and gains their attention.

“How do you control it?!”

“I haven’t even done anything yet!”

“The sun is still out, so this is as controlled as he gets.”

Dark Shadow gets really close to Kosei, uncomfortably so.

“What is it…” Dark Shadow bumps into his face. “Why?”

“He needs enrichment.”

“Yeah, alright. I’ll just pretend this is normal.”

While that goes on; Mashirao sits up, rubbing his head. But he feels something on his temples, and feels uncomfortable sitting.

“Oh hey, Ojiro. Good to see you’ve come-to.” Denki sat by him the entire time, not really doing much, but there isn’t really much he can do.

“What happened? Where’d the villain go?”

“Well, we don’t know where she went, but we do have a pretty good idea of what she did.”

“Which was…” Mashirao prompts Denki to finish the statement.

“She scrambled up our quirks.”

“Does that have anything to do with whatever it is on my forehead?”

“Yeah, probably. It’s weird to see you without a tail.”

“Oh.” So that’s why he’s so uncomfortable. “You seem pretty calm about this.”

“I was so confused and startled that I looped back around into a zen state.”

“You know, I think I’m going through that, too.”

“Nice.”

“Who’s quirk do you have?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t?”

“Haven’t really checked.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. Maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I’m nervous.”

“Oh.”

“It’s probably silly of me. It’s dumb, a lot worse could’ve happened. I can only imagine what it felt like for you.”

“I guess, but that doesn’t mean you can’t be nervous.”

“Huh.”

Something grabs Denki’s attention. He gets up and walks over to Hitoshi, with Mashirao following behind.

“I found your tail.” He says, pointing at the boy who’s still laying on the ground.

“Fuck, what happened?” Hitoshi props himself up on his elbows. Denki sits down and starts petting the tuft of hair at the end of his newly acquired tail. “The hell?”

“You should try this, it’s calming.” Denki says, not to either of them in particular. 

Mashirao sits next to him and looks Hitoshi in the eyes. After a second, Hitoshi gives a small nod, and he pets the tuft too.

“It’s soft.”

“Are you aware of the… horns?”

“I had some idea of them, yeah.”

After a few seconds, Hitoshi lays back down.

Meanwhile, Izuku mutters, as he is one to do. Looking up, he sees a bunch of mushrooms have sprouted around him.

Kinoko slowly walks up to him, inspecting the fungi around him.

“I guess that means I got your quirk, Komori.”

“Hmm.” Is all she says in response.

“It doesn’t seem like the swaps were one to one.”

“Yeah, looks like it.” She pokes at a cluster of thin, tall, and white mushrooms. “These are flammulina velutipes, also known as enoki mushrooms. These ones are specifically cultivated ones, that’re grown specifically for eating. They’re also referred to as the golden needle mushroom in Chinese.”

“Why are they called that?”

“Probably because the wild ones are more orange-yellow in color.”

“That’s cool!”

“Yeah.”

Yosetsu lays on the ground where he was thrown by his teacher. He’d been laying there for a while now, on his back and limbs splayed.

Itsuka reaches her hand down to help him up. “You doing alright, Awase?”

“I feel like my insides are trying to become my outsides.” He says as he takes her hand and stands up, with a bit of a slouch. Yosetsu mumbles curses under his breath.

“Hey I think I figured it out!” Denki yells and large amounts of ice jets out of his side, freezing up Yosetsu.

“Fuck. What th-the fu-fu…” He can hardly finish his sentence.

“Whoops, my bad.”

“Awase, are you alright?”

“No… I…” He passes out.

“Oh god I killed him!”

“No, he’s still breathing. Why’d that happen, though?”

Tsuyu walks over to him and pokes his face. “I think I know. Could you give me a hand here?” The three of them pull him out of the ice.

“Now what?” Denki adjusts his grip.

“If I’m right, he just needs to be warmed up and then he’ll be fine.”

“Alright,” Itsuka isn’t sure how to go about it. On a normal day, she could just cup him in her hands, how people warm up hibernating hamsters. Actually, on a normal day, she wouldn't need to be warming him up at all, but this is not a normal day, no matter how hard she wants it to be.

Tsuyu looks around, and spots Shihai sitting on the ground. It’s obvious who’s quirk he has, with the six arms. “Hey, could you help with this?”

“What problem do you have that could possibly require my assistance?”

“Awase needs body heat.”

“And you think my cold dark soul will provide?”

“No, just hold him in your arms.” The three of them sit down with the strange brooding boy and try to warm up Yosetsu.

“If I’m correct, he has my quirk, so he just needs to be warmed up.”

“Wait, I have Todoroki’s quirk, so I could use his fire to warm him up!”

“No, you don’t have full control over it. Or any, it seems.” Tsuyu taps her finger to her chin.

“Oh…”

“It’s not surprising, this is new for all of us. We can’t expect to figure it out immediately.”

“Yeah… hey, who’s quirks do you guys have?”

“Uhm, I’m not quite sure. It seems pretty hard to test, since we don’t know what we’re testing for.”

“It seems we’ve become chickens with our heads cut off, running around blindly to die soon after.” Shihai says.

“Actually, chickens can survive over a year without their heads. About a year and a half, if I’m remembering correctly.”

“How do you know that, Kaminari?”

“I was looking up random facts as a way to procrastinate on my work.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a small “Kero...”

“I was right.”

Yosetsu starts squirming and slowly gets up, still looking kind of tired.

“What happened?”

“Your body temperature dropped and you went into hibernation.”

“... what?”

“You have my quirk, and my quirk is frog.”

“So what can you do with your quirk?”

“Well, you can shoot your tongue 20 meters, create three different types of mucous, climb walls, and spit out your stomach and clean it. Among other things.”

“What the hell…”

“I get that reaction a lot when I get to that point.”

“It is pretty unusual.” Itsuka says.

Ibara runs her fingers through her hair, which was once thick and thorny vines. Now it’s just… normal hair. It’s such a foreign feeling to her.

“Oh lord, what is it that I have done for you to forsake me so?” Her eyes are concentrated on the engines that have taken root in her calves.

“Oi Bible Thumper, you’re not the only one going through this shit.” Katsuki is growing increasingly tense. He’s always a little tense, but with the stress of everything that just happened and everyone freaking out, he’s getting really tense.

“What has brought you opinion of me so low that you see me as on the same level as this repulsive sinner?” She continues to prey.

“The fuck did you just call me?”

“Hey guys, check this out!” Mina cuts in, grabbing Ibara by the arm and lifting her gently. When she lets go, Ibara hovers in the air. “Tada!”

“So you got Round Face’s quirk.”

“Yep yep!”

“Would you put me down please.”

“Oh, right.” She presses her fingers together. “Release!”

She lands back on the ground. “Thank you for the demonstration, but I’d appreciate it if you’d never do that again.”

Mina gives her a big goofy grin in response.

[parisakamali]

hope ur having a 🍓 lovely day :3

ashgfa i love you fatima!!! i hope you had a 🍓 lovely day as well!!

where do i start with you oh god first of all i love you, as i said! you’re one of my favourite people on this website and im so so happy we started talking!!! you’re also one of the funniest people i’ve met and i love talking to you about crackships and stupid aus and making silly vine references!! we also had that conversation about the passing of time and i don’t always feel comfy talking about smart topics, but i did with you!! im so impressed by how smart you are like?!?! and how creative??!! those vine edits you made are my favourite thing, they’re hilarious but look SO good?!!? ur mind, fatima!! definition of galaxy brain 🤯 i mean, who else could’ve come up with a ship called bad bhabie you can’t kill me... but anyWAY im so happy to call you my friend and to get to be on tumblr dot hell at the same time as you and enjoy everything you make!!! 🥺

send me a 🍓 and i’ll love u  the love factory has closed for now sorry

[thewanderingamalgamate]

Calm Between Storms

Some logs from Camp Undersoul that have been sitting in my drafts for a while. Its been some time, but I still want to preserve the moment on here so, here it is! A little scene after the first Parasite Tentacle fight involving @seraphofretribution @prancing-pacifist and the goop a bit early on. The logs are unedited and unformatted, so keep that in mind. (Little reference to this at the beginning heh)

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 3:57 PM

-...backpack into the world and filled it with memories...- Seems to be muttering the words as a hums.

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 3:58 PM

Emmy looks like she wants to say something... but frowns instead, sitting on the grass on her knees.

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 3:58 PM

"You know us souls are capable of evil, so it's better to do nothing than kill and slaughter. Buuuuut if you wanna mope, you should have a good chat with 'died as soon as he fell underground' in the yellow cabin."

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 3:58 PM

...I have to focus.. It needs to die.. it needs to die.Even if it really doesn't know what it's doing.(Amy...)Ressa just hugs Amy.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 3:58 PM

[ * Frisk couldn't help smiling, knowing that their song's been remembered. ]

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 3:59 PM

"...? Amy?"

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 3:59 PM

"Fine, my insecurities are a joke- I get it-"(edited)

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 3:59 PM

.... He's spacing out a bit.

Dia (vines-and-pellets) - Today at 3:59 PM

"W-well.. i'm glad  you appreciate it, though!!" They giggle again as they see wander stashing the candy, not passing up the small glint of happiness in his eyes.

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 3:59 PM

* [Angelo had never heard the song before...]

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 3:59 PM

"Hm? No. I'm just saying. It's better to do nothing than to do the wrong thing. At least it is in my eyes."

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:00 PM

"And plus, I didn't actually do anything during the attack either. I feel bad about it, but there's nothing I can do."She shrugged.

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:00 PM

Would probably be easy enough to snap him out of it, though.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:01 PM

"Hmph, Well I never done anything useful- at least you've BEEN useful at least once here-'"Liam bit his lip "Nevermind, just ignore that-"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:01 PM

"In what way?" She blinked.

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:02 PM

"Ressa, is everythin' okay?"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:02 PM

"Useful in doing nothing but standing around?""How is that useful?""I did nothing!"

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 4:03 PM

-...always with me, by my side...- Might be easing his frayed nerves, but certainly not his anything else. Voice just a bare hoarse whisper but he carries on.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:03 PM

"Before you were- you coud've easily replaced me multiple times here!"

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:03 PM

(Uh, yeah.. He just had a talk with someone and came back rather shaken.)(I'm just comforting him for now.. I'll ask later.)

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:03 PM

"Seriously? Are you kidding? Is that about the fishing thing?"

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:03 PM

"No-! You could've replaced me at that temple thing too!"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:03 PM

"How?!"

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:04 PM

"You could've attacked- You could've put your hand on the statue- you gave better points than us- but I guess the fishing event could be added too!""Wanna know what I did?! I failed EVERY time! And I just took silly notes nobody would evne look at!"

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:05 PM

Emmy nods lightly, then looks at all the cyan stains. "..."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:05 PM

"Notes that weren't even useful!"

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 4:05 PM

-...Angelo. How is the volunteer?-

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:05 PM

"Hey! You beat me in something I've trained at for months! And those notes can be useful if used right."

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:05 PM

* Hmmm? Oh.* {Frisk. Wander wants to know how you are doing. You want control of my hands?}

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:06 PM

"And, and. You could've easily caught the salmon, you put your hand on the statue when I was idiotically sleeping, you took notes that could be extremely useful, and you aren't freaking useless in this!."

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:06 PM

...Amy's still out of it. He weakly takes his helmet off and lets it drop to the ground, but stands up a moment later.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:06 PM

[ * Sure thing! ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:07 PM

* {Then the controls are yours. It is normal if you have trouble controlling them. Every other SOUL did for a while.}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:08 PM

[ * Ahhh, `kay! Thanks, man. ]

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:09 PM

"The only reason I BEAT you was because I got LUCKY! AND NO I COULDNT'VE- I FAILED ALMOST EACH TIME AND I ONLY GOT THAT SALMON BECAUSE IT WAS GIVEN TO ME- AND YOU'RE THE ONE WITH ACTUAL FIGHTING SKILLS- ALL I GREW UP WITH WAS ALL SOFT AND INNOCENT- AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT THAT GOT ME?! KILLED! IMPALED! AND I BARELY USED THOSE NOTES ANYWAY- IT WAS JUST SOME STUPID DISTRACTION!"(edited)

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:09 PM

[ * Frisk kinda struggles a bit using Angelo's left hand, they're trying to make it into the

shape. Their SOUL spirit's smiling, still a bit shaken up. ]

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:09 PM

He's tearing up

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:10 PM

"--!!" Liam's yelling startles her out of whatever thought she was absorbed in.

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:10 PM

* That is Frisk controlling my arm right now, Wander. That answer your question?

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:11 PM

And he seems shaken up"I-I was supposed to prove I was strong.."

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 4:11 PM

-Heh. Heheh. Yeah, thanks. Good to hear, Lintu. One down. The other six will be easier. We got this.- That was definitely a weight off his mind. Wander visibly relaxes and nods at the angel.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:12 PM

He clutched onto his ribbon "T-to t-them"

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:12 PM

[ * We do, yeah... We'll beat the crud outta that beast. ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:12 PM

* All the crud.

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:13 PM

...hff..

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:13 PM

[ * Ehehehe!!! ]

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:13 PM

"Strong? A...And?? I'm... I'M A FREAKING MURDERER! THAT'S WHAT MY TRAINING AND STRENGTH DID FOR ME! GAVE ME THE ABILITY TO KILL! AND I FREAKING DESERVED MY DEATH BECAUSE OF IT! I'M AN AWFUL PERSON BECAUSE OF THAT! I SLEEP ALL THE TIME, I'M LAZY, I'M AN AWFUL FRIEND... ANd... And..." She trailed off, face covered as she stared down at the ground.

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:13 PM

Amy leaves, followed by a slightly concerned Ressa a few moments later.

Wander-wanderandward - Today at 4:13 PM

The goopman could certainly guess the other half of that conversation, chuckling at the thought of it.

Dogamy and Dogaressa (ask-dogi) - Today at 4:14 PM

Amy's helmet is still on the ground.

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:14 PM

Emmy watches them go... then moves over to pick up the helmet ever so gently.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:15 PM

((I agree with Adie,,))Liam is breathing heavily "A-at least you TRIED to make me feel better, all I ever do is make people feel worse about themselves!""and at least you're TRIYNG to change! for the better!""All i'm doing is making myself worse! I don't want to fight things and yet I DO IT ANYWAY- I DON'T WANT TO BE ANGRY ABOUT EVERYTHING""Y-you aren't a awful friend-"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:17 PM

She stared down at the ground. "...."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:18 PM

He stared at the ground, ruffling his hair as he cried "S-see? Even now i'm making it worse-""I-I over reacted like I always do-"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:19 PM

She took a few steps forwards, and gave him a tight hug. "...Hmph."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:20 PM

Liam was surprised by the hug "E-eh...?"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:21 PM

"Yeah, well those are flaws. Everyone's gotta live with 'em." She grumbled, letting go and stuffing her hands in her pockets.

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:21 PM

Emmy hugs Amy's helmet to herself, sitting back in the grass and watching the others.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:21 PM

"S-same with you-"He sniffled loudly, he didn't even try to seem angry thereHe just rubbed his eyes

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:22 PM

She smirked. "Heh... Yeah." Kamaria wiped her eye, looking off to the side.

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:23 PM

He sniffed, looking at the ground "S-sorry for being a awful friend.."

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:23 PM

"P-pft. S-Seriously?"She smiled. "You're a great friend."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:24 PM

"H-how?"

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:26 PM

"Well, for one, you have a brain. That puts you above most people I know."She snickered."Two, you're a good person."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:26 PM

"I-It's not m-much of a brain-" he rubbed his eyes

Kamaria {SevenDeadlySouls}- - Today at 4:26 PM

"Three, you're cool to hang around.""And four, you actually put up with me for more than a minute."

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:28 PM

"H-how am I two or three- p-plus what puts me above t-the rest with four? Y-you aren't annoying or anything-(edited)

Emmy (two-littlesouls) - Today at 4:32 PM

She feels a little awkward being here as they have this serious conversation, so she stands up with Amy's helmet, and wanders off to go find them to return it.

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:33 PM

[ * So... I'm kinda wonderin'. What's your timeline like? ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:34 PM

* {...It is...Complicated.}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:35 PM

[ * Ahhh, how so? It's alright if you don't wanna, like, answer. ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:36 PM

* {It is more like...A very long story. But it is not a happy one.}* ... * {You remember the Determination lesson? How I explained how one can have too much Determination?}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:38 PM

[ * I hadn't forgotten, but, yeah! I do! ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:39 PM

* {I encountered a person just like that. One who had extreme amounts of Determination. Their path set on...Destruction.}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:40 PM

[ * Oh jeez. Wh... What made them do that? Like, all that Determination and it was to destroy things? ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:43 PM

* {...It is very hard to explain. But they were a menace, a villain. Set on destroying and killing everyone...So they did. They took away all my friends, everyone I loved...} * {And the only person I could call family in this entire world...}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:44 PM

[ * ... ][ * They really shouldn't've done that... It's so meanin'less, like... I'm sorry. You didn't deserve any of that and neither did your friends. ][ * But, is that why..? ]

Liam (asksixsouls) - Today at 4:47 PM

Since the person rping as Kamaria is offline, I'll pretend the whole thing ended and have Liam go back to the sanctum and rest

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:49 PM

* {Why I absorbed the SOULs? Yes...But I did not force these SOULs to join me. Just like with you, I asked, let them join only if they wanted to. And well, they all did, as you can see. I just...Simply could not bring myself to force them to help me, despite everything taken away from me.}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:52 PM

[ * `Cause, that'd be wrong. That... person got rid of those dear to you, it wouldn't make sense if you did the same to those souls. ][ * And y'know, since they wanted to help, I'm glad they did! ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 4:54 PM

* {Heheh...I am glad too. They even stayed after we...Took care of that person. There were still people we had to take care of and lead. And who else but me, right?}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 4:58 PM

[ * Yeah, who else? ... I'm sure you're takin' good care of them, though. I can feel it, like, you saved a lot of people by gettin' rid of that person I bet. ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 5:00 PM

* {Sometimes I wish I could have stopped them sooner...Hmph...But what is done is done.}* {...Frisk. Do something for me, would you?}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 5:02 PM

[ * What is it..? ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 5:06 PM

* {When camp is over and you return to your own timeline...Don't lose sight of yourself, on whatever path you choose. And don't become blind to others around you. Always remember you can choose another path or turn back...That theres always a second chance. And if someone offers that chance to you, don't be afraid to take it.}* {Don't think of it as giving up...}

Frisk [ prancing-pacifist ] - Today at 5:09 PM

[ * I'll... try my best. There's still a lot I need to learn, about everythin'. I ain't gonna promise it, but, I'll be sure to stick to that. I'll remember your words and tie it to my sleeves, to never forget any time. ][ * I never believed in second chances myself, since there is... I'll be sure to look around me and know that if I'm doin' is wrong, I won't do it. ][ * For your sake and everyone else's. ]

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 5:10 PM

* {Thank you, thats all i'll ask.}

"Angelo" [seraphofretribution] - Today at 5:12 PM

* {That rumble...The next one is on the move. Time to go.}