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receival · 1 month

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baldur’s gate 3 starters.

the following is a collection of sentence starters from larian’s baldur’s gate 3. part 2.

look at me - i’m not a monster.

stay back. i don’t want to hurt you, but i will.

no. you’re not one of them at all.

i was ready to run you through. my mistake, friend.

that’s far enough. what’s your business down here?

you revealed our location? that tongue gets any looser, (name), and i’ll cut it out.

reckon i might miss this place.

this place is more dangerous than i thought.

well, don’t you cut a fine figure.

sometimes i’m jealous of that girl. ugh - to feel so invincible again.

in your expert opinion, what’s the best way to kill a devil?

i’m certain there are answers out there. we’ll find them together.

there’s no story. none that you’re entitled to hear, anyway.

you can tolerate a great deal of suffering, so long as it has meaning.

until then, all i can do is endure.

please try to understand that it’s not something i can just talk about freely.

perhaps there’s potential in you.

honestly, your faith is your own concern. i won’t judge, one way or the other.

i think i did well by joining you.

you already know my biggest secrets. what more can you ask?

that wall’s an illusion! hiding what, i wonder …

sun, moon, and stars will still be there, waiting for us.

this place is pretty spectacular, isn’t it?

no book or painting could ever do its strange beauty justice.

a perfect ring of mushrooms … nature, or magic?

hmm. i thought that might’ve done something.

another illusion. is anything real down here?

i’m more concerned with this ‘twit’ who set a spectator on you.

a rival - a mere footnote to my legend. you should be more concerned with who i am.

the fools must have turned back. or, better yet, died in the search.

i need no more rivals. try to take this as a compliment, yes?

this presence … this magic is not divine, but fey.

little? i am a god! and i’m gonna rip you - tear you - wear you for a hat -

don’t do anything hasty, now.

i’ll just kill you and claim it for myself.

i’m the lord of murder - i’ll show you why.

if you’re expecting me to drop to my knees before you, forget it.

a wizard’s tower is his sanctum, a private place for research and respite. but as this wizard’s not home … i say we take a peek.

a strange place for a button. especially one that doesn’t work.

what good would it do for me to be troubled? we can’t save them all.

you’ll have to speak slowly. i find it quite difficult to concentrate with my condition gnawing at my insides like a teething displacer kitten.

the whole village is falling to pieces …

hey, maybe we can scare up a few dusty bottles of wine somewhere.

i like your way of thinking. split any takings we find?

what creatures live in water this dark?

i’m a rabid dirty dog. and i bite.

i could’ve killed you before you even noticed me, but i didn’t. stand down.

i can be discreet. no need for bloodshed.

share? you really are in the wrong place.

a bleeding heart, are you? reckon i’ll just roast and eat it.

what in the hells did you do to that corpse?

you do plenty for me, more than you realize. but this cannot be remedied.

are you alright? is there anything i can do to help you?

enough. bickering won’t save your friend.

run away, then.

(name) - i was so worried! did they hurt you?

who cares? we’re together now, thank gods!

i’m grateful, don’t mistake me, but … why help us?

freeze it, cock-stench. we aren’t done just yet.

pay up, and you get to skink away. resist, and i gut you.

drop it. i don’t owe you anything.

your incompetence has been my ruin.

stop! no more innocents will die today, (name).

you care for the weak. most curious.

you so much as touch me, and i’ll tear you from limb to limb.

ah - another treacherous soul walks among us.

i ain’t going down easy.

you been a shit since i laid eyes on you, (name).

strike him down. prove your faith.

your silence speaks to your heresy.

look, you have no idea what you’re dealing with …

it’s the whole damn reason we’re here, and i’m not leaving without it.

the mission comes first.

and i thought i’d heard it all. that’s some cambion-level deception.

i go where there’s shit to stir. and there’s no shortage of options.

i can’t remember much, truth be told.

centuries of torment will do that to you.

you’ve been naughty. and you know what happens when you’re naughty.

just who in the nine hells are you?

well, well. aren’t you a luscious thing?

been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that.

you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it.

you know, i’ve been thinking. and i think there’s something i should tell you. nothing big or terrible, just … a small little detail about me that hasn’t come up naturally.

i want to join you - to fight by your side.

i’m sorry for barging in like this, but i had to come find you.

i won’t let you down. i promise.

we all have our burdens, one way or the other.

i’m trying to say that you’ve earned my trust in a way very few ever have … i want that to mean something.

freedom - i’d forgotten how it felt. thank you.

if you have a moment, i’d like your opinion on something.

the problem is this: a preponderance of evidence that i am a terrible adventurer.

i can’t risk re-capture. i barely escaped last time.

it was a mistake. and not one we’ll repeat.

i don’t know. he was kind of fun.

we can’t just invite danger in to our hearth like that. we must be more careful.

most monsters will think twice before making a meal of me.

an old hunter’s trick - if you can’t mask your scent, spoil it.

i prefer a weapon to stench, thanks.

you’re a monster hunter? not what i imagined.

whatever you’re hunting, your stench alone will kill it.

a quick wit is rare indeed.

know how to ask, and they’ll share that knowledge. if you’re fool enough to pay their price.

speak plainly. what is she?

i think you’re mistaken - this place looks innocent enough.

truth is like a blade, my friend. we can arm ourselves with it - or just as easily find it pressed against our throat.

i would not put you in danger.

your coyness is getting boring. tell me.

you take insult where none is intended, my friend.

how thoroughly invigorating it is to stand by one’s friend in the face of danger.

you best have one hells of an apology for me.

you must have mistaken me for someone else.

that wriggler swimming in your brain juice is a bit of an inconvenience, isn’t it?

that’s none of your concern.

don’t change the subject.

keep that hole under your nose shut.

let’s not involve ourselves in this place any longer than is necessary.

you want to play the hero so badly? fine. let’s make this interesting.

gods, it’s hot in here.

i’ve had better days. and worse ones.

i am, after all, the villain of the tale.

you truly are a soul that steels my own.

you are as thick as they come.

even i am tired of the sound of my own voice.

i stand at a precipice, but if you do not give up hope, neither shall i.

all of this … it must feel like a betrayal.

you bastard! you ruined it, you ruined everything!

slow down - what did i do?

this is an interesting way of thanking me.

i don’t need this. good luck getting out of here on your own.

i know i should head home, but … i can’t bring myself to leave.

(are you alright?) / not even a little bit. but i will be.

she favored me like a child favors a captive pet.

i promise i will not betray your trust.

i cannot thank you enough.

you will face (name)’s judgement.

i wish you could have visited at a better time.

you had no right to intervene.

you’re not one of us.

copper for your thoughts?

always a delight to speak to you.

did i play games like this in my youth? was i sweet once?

what are you doing? i’m busy here!

nothing beats the taste of stolen beer.

come on, now. they’re just having a bit of fun.

let’s do what we have to do, then get out of here.

smell’s like burnt flesh.

hold out your arm so i can mark your flesh.

i’m here to spill your guts across the floor.

pain without purpose is a terrible thing, wouldn’t you agree?

i often feel i like raw pain too much. it scares me.

as long as the story ends in death, it’s all the same to me.

forgive me, but - that look in your eyes. something terrible has happened to you.

what i see in your eyes, in your soul, is only natural.

we’ve all suffered in these dark times. it is little wonder you hear scars of pain and anguish.

touch me and you’ll lose your hand.

the pain you suffer will cleanse you - do not fight it.

you look tired. should i take over?

welcome the pain. let it become part of you.

that looks like it’s going to bruise.

not that i’m suggesting we stop for a drink, of course.

i wouldn’t want to place all my faith in blind luck.

sympathies won’t help me to survive.

your life, much like your words, is meaningless. end the latter to save the former.

looks like the booze got the better of them. they’re practically unconscious.

they’re dying for me. all of them.

why don’t you take a closer look? i’ll observe from back here.

please don’t open the creepy book!

toddlers are easier to please than you lot.

you know, i never pictured myself as a hero.

all i want is a little fun. is that so much to ask?

having performance issues, (name)?

never have i met such troglodytes.

i was hoping you wouldn’t notice i was gone.

i suggest we admire it from afar.

it would be too much to hope that’s nothing to do with us, wouldn’t it?

i go my own way - alone.

i’ll feed your innards to the ants before i do that.

#ask memes #ask prompt #rp ask meme #rp prompts #rp sentence meme #rp sentence starters #sentence starter meme #sentence starters #inbox memes #roleplay memes

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twopoppies · 1 month

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i used to agree that it didn't make sense for Harry to have a stunt boyfriend if he could just have his *real* boyfriend publicly but there's so much more than that imo. for starters H.S. is a brand, they won't let "anyone" to be associated with it without at least some gains (name spread like crazy with ow, image rehab with tr, straight guys who dates models with others), so i imagine if he was to have a boyfriend, the guy would have to fit exactly what they want for the brand - brad/xander kinda did and they did use them till a point. Louis is simply incredible but is million miles away from what his team/media/solo fans would consider a perfect boyfriend or nice match for H. also there's the 1D brand that's certainly still under ironclad clauses and the boys cannot "harm it", along with the all weird shit surrounding Louis in particular, his career, bbg, ect.. and the fact that since 2017 H never interacted with ex bandmates publicly (only 2 grainy distant narry pics), even being in the same building, city or event. anyway if H was to come out by having a boyfriend and using that as an marketing stunt as well as his whole love life has since forever, i don't think is such a farfetched idea anymore

This is what I mean, though. If he has a fake boyfriend and people realize it's fake, it would be disastrous for him. I get what you're saying about his brand, but I think having a "picture perfect" boyfriend who isn't actually his boyfriend would be so much worse for his image than having fake girlfriends.

I'm not saying he should come out and come out with Louis if that's not what they want, I just don't think he should come out and continue to be lying about his relationships. The LGBTQ+ community who already labels him a queerbaiter will crucify him.

Also, Brad and Xander were only "boyfriends" in the minds of some braindead fans who agree that he's queer but hate the idea of Larry. I really don't think they were there to "soft launch" anything.

#stunts #harry's sexuality #harry's image

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smolgloves · 2 years

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I made a 100 sentence starter prompt list. Do it if you want!

1). "Hey, is something wrong with your arm?"

2). "Ow! Ow! You need to let me go, or else you're going to break something!"

3). "Either you let them go now, or something bad is going to happen!"

4). "Come now child, you will wear yourself out."

5). "You possess a lot of power for someone as small as yourself."

6). "I don't get it, you should have grown back to normal!"

7). "Your kind has took everything from me, why would I ever trust you?!"

8). "Why... did you save me?"

9). "You're exhausted, you need to rest."

10). "I wish others saw you as an actual person."

11). "No one will ever listen to me at this size."

12). "Here let me help, last thing we need is for that wound to get infected."

13). "You're really not scared of me being big?"

14). "Legend says: fairy wings can grant you wishes."

15). "Come on, let them be! It's not like they stole a lot of food at their size!"

16). "Listen, if you don't calm down, we're all going to be doomed!"

17). "You've been running for so long, fighting everyday to survive, I think it's finally time you rest."

18). "I can help you get back to your world if you just trust me."

19). "There has to be a way to lift this curse!"

20). "Since when could you change your size?!"

21). "Please, you're the only one who can help me!"

22). "You don't need to hide from me."

23). "If only I could protect you."

24). "This isn't right, we can never be together!"

25). "It's not every day a tiny person lands in your food."

26). "Listen, I may be good but the rest of my kind is not, if they see you... you're dead!"

27). "You could destroy an entire city... but you didn't."

28). "My mother used to tell me horrible stories about giants."

29). "Just let me go, and I'll never steal from you again!"

30). "Here, stay close to me."

31). "Geez, your skin is like ice!"

32). "I must be drunk if I'm seeing tiny people."

33). "Humans wander in this world and never get back to theirs."

34). "If only I could be your size for once!"

35). "You're treating me like a pet!"

36). "Don't you even think about putting me in that cage!"

36). "Careful, they bite!"

37). "Oh god, I almost crushed you!"

38). "You're adorable!"

39). "I'm gonna have to put you in my pocket."

40). "Please don't pick me up."

41). "Honestly, I don't blame you for being scared of me."

42). "You can't tell anyone else about me!"

43). "Just because I'm small, doesn't mean I'm fragile!"

44). "Wow, who knew cats could be so terrifying at this size!"

45). "Where are you from exactly?"

46). "There's no time to explain, get in the pocket!"

47). "You'll be safe here."

48). "I'm sorry for shoving you in my pocket."

49). "Can you move this boulder?"

50). "You're small enough to fit in there."

51). "You can stay here until the blizzard blows over."

52). "Where can we find a shelter to fit someone of my size?!"

53). "That bird would have swooped down and got me if you hadn't saved me!"

54). "You're not mad that I snuck into your house?"

55). "Oh thank God, I thought rats invaded my kitchen!"

56). "If you ever compare them to vermin again, I'll beat the shit outta you!"

57). "I'm not letting you leave."

58). "You look like you're about to pass out."

59). "I can't believe I'm stuck here at this size!"

60). "Can we meet again?"

61). "I don't care how small you think you are, you made the biggest impact on my life."

62). "I guess you're not comfortable with me eating around you."

63). "Sounds more like stealing rather than borrowing to me."

64). "You don't have to be scared of me."

65). "Hey, look at me, you're going to be okay!"

66). "Stay with me!"

67). "I can't help you if you won't tell me the full story."

68). "There's more of you, isn't there?"

69). "You didn't deserve that."

70). "Don't worry, there's no one left who will miss me."

71). "You were born like this?"

72). "You can crash here if you want."

73). "Are you crazy? You nearly fell!"

74). "You've been terrorizing this town?"

75). "Let me give you a hand."

76). "You ripped my favorite jacket!"

77). "You need to eat something."

78). "So you're the mortal who summoned me?"

79). "If you weren't a good person, I wouldn't have trusted you."

80). "Hold tight, we're getting you out of here!"

81). "I thought I could trust you!"

82). "You know I trust you, right?"

83). "You're lucky, I was there to save you!"

84). "I'm scared of heights!"

85). "Will your wing be okay?"

86). "If you do that, you'll be small forever!"

87). "Finally, you're awake."

88). "Keep me safe."

89). "I'm doing this to protect you."

90). "How can someone as small as you survive out here?"

91). "I never meant to scare you."

92). "Can you give me a hand?"

93). "I can't believe I'm living a fairytale!"

94). "I'm not going to force you to stay here."

95). "You've done enough damage!"

96). "Get me out of this jar now!"

97). "It's okay, I'm used to being called worse things by your kind."

98). "I'll carry you where ever you need to go."

99). "I'm putting my life in your hands."

100). "Do you see me as an equal?"

#writing #prompt #gt #g/t #g/t writing #g/t prompt #gianttiny #giant tiny #giant/tiny #g/t talk #g/t idea #i had to remake it because I realized I forgot 58 and 59 #whoops!

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hawkinsquarry · 10 months

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first love, late spring

part 2/6 of wraith pinned to the mist

summary: it’s too dangerous to love in a time like this. so for now, you’ll share dish washing duty.

contains: steve x gender unspecified reader; angst; mutual pining

a/n: this is kind of a filler chapter to set up future chapters in the series. after my last fic i decided i wanted to make a monster hunting series so <3 i hope you enjoy!

You wake with a bit of a start, the warm body that was under you suddenly gone. You prop yourself up on one elbow and watch Steve disappear into the Wheeler’s bathroom. You frown but don’t follow, simply laying back down and sighing. The morning light, hazy with fog, shines through the back door. It’s such a rare sight these days. You’re inclined to get up and step outside, but you’re simply too tired.

Your eyes drift shut for a moment before you hear Steve swinging the bathroom door open. You can tell by his footsteps that he’s in a hurry. You open your eyes, expecting him to come to you, but he instead goes to Robin. He shakes her until she wakes with a start, falling off the couch she was on. “Ow!”

“Come here,” he urges, helping her up. Neither of them even glance at you as they go into the bathroom and shut the door. But even with the door shut, you can hear them, as you’re close in proximity.

“What happened last night?”

“What always happens,” Robin snaps, clearly unhappy that she’s been woken up so rudely. “You stepped in front of danger and -”

“What is this?”

There’s a little pause. “You got hurt. There was a Demogorgon, and it swang at you - caught you with its claw, I guess. You got knocked out and - and - well, Nancy got it -”

“Who the hell gave me stitches?”

You hear Robin scoff. “Who do you think, loverboy?”

You’re a little upset that he doesn’t remember, especially with the attention he’d given you. But you already figured the medicine Eddie supplied had made him loopy and a little more sentimental than usual. The ‘loverboy’ makes you perk up, wanting to know more, the implications obvious.

“No. No. No no no no no.”

“No, what?”

“There’s no - I’m not - don’t call me loverboy.”

“Loverboy.”

“Rob, I swear to -”

“Swear to Cupid? Ow!”

“It can’t happen,” he says, and your breath hitches. “This isn’t the time and place for romance, okay? It was - it was misguided, anyway, I was - I don’t even remember.”

“Steve, come on.”

“No, I’m serious, Robin. This can’t happen. I was stupid last night. I shouldn't have let it show like that. I can’t - I can’t right now. I can’t even think about that right now.”

Your brows furrow.

“Since when did you ever put your love life on the back burner?”

“Now! Right now! It doesn't matter how I feel about them if I don't even know if we'll wake up tomorrow!"

“Okay! Okay, okay, I get it. But you might want to talk this out. It was pretty obvious last night."

"Jesus," he groans. You can hear him pacing over your heartbeat. "What did I do?"

"Well, you slept with them, for starters."

"Don't say it like that."

"And you were asking for them and touching them and - I think it was obvious, but I guess I've known for a while."

"This is really bad."

"It's not bad," Robin sighs. "You just... have to talk to them about it. They probably feel the same way."

"About me?"

"The situation," she stresses. "But they were quick to lay down with you last night, and they did fix you up, so...."

There's a long pause this time, and you think they might be whispering. Finally, Steve says, "It can't happen. Not now."

"I know, Steve."

You stop listening then, heart hammering and feeling a little sick. It's a blessing that Steve likes you, but he's right. It's not the time. You feign sleep when they exit the bathroom, peaking with an eye open as they head upstairs, Steve stealing the smallest look at you.

You wish he wouldn't have.

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You’re washing dishes after breakfast now, Ted Wheeler staring you down over the edge of the newspaper. He seems particularly miffed with Eddie Munson, who’s wasting chocolate syrup and whipped cream in an attempt to make Holly laugh.

Steve stands beside you, awkward and stiff while he dries what you hand him. You’re not sure why he’s in such close proximity, given his previous conversation with Robin, but you don’t say anything. You just wash and rinse and hand the ceramic and glass off to Steve, who seems deep in thought.

Finally, he quips, “You think Ted can smell the drugs on him?”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, maybe.”

No words are spoken about you sleeping on Steve’s chest, or how he looked at you like you were the world last night.

“Thank you,” he says eventually, fidgeting with the dish towel. “For. You know.” He points to his head and you smile.

“Not a problem.”

“I don’t know if I could stitch you up so casually.”

You shrug a shoulder. “I think you would if it came to it. It’s easy if it’s necessary.”

Steve clears his throat. “Well, thank you.”

“Mhm.”

“And what about your hands? I remember how hurt they were.”

“Oh,” you laugh, finally looking at him. “That was just your blood, not mine.”

He blinks, hand slowing on the plate he’s drying. “You didn’t get hurt?”

“No, I’m fine. I just didn’t want to scare you, that’s all.”

“Oh.”

You both stare at each other, your smile falling. When you finally rip your eyes away from him, Steve shuffles in closer, his elbow hitting yours.

“I’m really thankful for you,” he starts lowly, fingers colliding with yours as he takes a cup from your hand. “I’m thankful for last night and every night before that. I'm - I'm so glad you're in my life right now."

“I know it can’t happen,” you whisper, continuing to stare at the sink. "Us, I mean."

Steve pauses for a moment, surprised you knew where he was going. “Do you understand why?”

“Of course.” Your hands still. Working up the courage, you finally look at him. “I couldn’t live with myself if something happened to you. And I’d rather not get hurt, either.”

Steve’s eyes are soft as he looks at you, and he nods once, curtly. “I feel the same way.”

You nod back. Everything has become blunt and rational since the world ended. There’s no what-ifs, other than the bad ones. You can’t think about tomorrow, let alone a time where you and Steve could actually be with each other. It might not ever happen. And if it does, and the other dies….

"So we agree, then."

You nod again. "I like you, Steve. But we shouldn't let it get to that point."

He nods again, too. "Okay, good. Good. I'm glad we agree. And - and no hard feelings?"

"Not one," you promise, but you can't look at him and say it.

There's a silence between you, a mutual understanding and grieving.

“They’re drafting,” Steve says suddenly, a dish clacking as it rests upon another one. “They want to have people to fight.”

The idea of someone in Hawkins, Indiana, fighting these monsters - someone other than your circle - is so laughable that you outright scoff. Steve laughs, too, gently. His elbow keeps bumping into yours and you force yourself to side step away, the closeness too much for you. “It’s honestly sad.”

“They don’t know what they’re getting into.”

You both look at each other, frowning, and then continue with your duties.

“You’re not signing up, right?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “I mean, I thought about it. And then I remembered we have our own tiny army, so….”

Your eyes roll. “Ridiculous that they - they’re making people sign up to kill themselves, and yet if you’re caught trying to kill a Demodog….”

“Maybe it’s worse than we think,” he says, voice hushed. “Maybe they just need distractions.”

You swallow harshly, letting his words sink in. You hand him the last plate and reach for the drain plug. “Please don’t sign up, Steve.”

“I won’t,” he promises softly. “Gotta make sure you stay out of trouble, don’t I?”

You scoff and look over at him, unable to stop yourself from smiling. Your chest aches. “Yeah, definitely.”

#han posts #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #wraith pinned to the mist

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butchsophiewalten · 1 year

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can we hear more about YES? wha happened 👀

There's been a new Findjackwalten update! From what I can tell, this one alters one page (or two depending on how you count it) and adds one new one.

The main page has been updated: https://www.findjackwalten.com/

it strongly resembles the '/copia-de-nueva-pagina' page we discovered back in July, which now, in fact, redirects to it. The old homepage, /cyberfuntech82, is now a completely blank webpage.

Some images have been added to the new landing page that did not exist on the old /copia-de-nueva-pagina page, like the Cyberfun Tech poster we saw Martin post in his community tab is what I believe was May of last year? And three as yet unseen images of Little Bon, Little Bon and Little Sha, and then of the animatronic Bon. There's a fourth image not visible in this screenshot, of the exterior of Bon's Burgers (the same shot of it we seen in TWF1).

Clicking on the "JOB OFFER" image leads to a new webpage, findjackwalten.com/caretakerlibrary.

This page contains a greyed-out version of the banner from the homepage, a large greyed-out version of the mounted buck's head known for being on findjackwalten.com/jackwalten, and a picture of someone we can assume, thanks to later context, is named Richie. It looks like the background illustration of an anthropomorphized family of rabbits is still on this page, it's just mostly hidden by the other page assets. Something interesting to note about this page is that all of its images are actually in regular full color, the page just puts a black & white filter over them. It's thanks to that we can have this regular, full-color image of Richie.

This page claims to be a "Caretaker Audio Archive", which seems to be the same archive Brian mentioned in TWF1, when he mentioned being asked to record himself during his job "for the archives". It contains two pieces of audio attributed to an "R.", who worked for BSI between 1974 and 1975. It refers to him also as the "Night Shift CARETAKER A".

The first piece of audio, titled "richie 1" is dated 05-23-74, or the 23rd of May, 1974. I've transcribed it as follows, but this is pretty rough: Hey there! Its your, uh, it's your coworker Richie from uh, B-Uh, BSI. Uh, Felix probably mentioned me to you before, I-uh-I don't believe we've actually, yknow, met face-to-face before, but I-uh, look forward to working with you! Uh, so, uhm. Yeah, uh! I work the, uh, I work the- I'm working the night shift at the moment. Uh, and, uh, [UNINTELLIGIBLE] uhm, sorry you're not in any, uh, trouble or anything, heh. Uh-m just- saying hi. It's uh, company policy, all employees gotta, like, know each other so we can work more efficiently, I guess. I dunno. Uh, from what I've heard I take it you've been working here quite a while, right? Uh, summer job? Same here! Uh, so uh, where was I? Hmm.. Ah- uh, some notes from last week's shift, uhm, the arcade machines should be on their way by Tuesday, I think? We uh, we made a call with Starleys, uh, now they're going to be doing the installations themselves, so you don't gotta worry about that anymore. Just try and keep [UNINTELLIGIBLE] and plus, you now owe me a favor! Nah, just kidding. Uhh, so! Tech supervisor asked us to present the documentation of the animatronics' state by tomorrow! So, uh, yeah, better get that out of the way soon. And, uh, huh! I guess that's it. Ahh- sorry, and uh, one more thing, uh, I think we'll, uh, yknow, properly meet on, uhm, Thursday! I think. [UNINTELLIGIBLE] a tour of the installations. And, not-not the ones that smell like tobacco. The other one. So, uh, yeah, uh, see you there!

The second audio, titled "richie 2", is dated 06-18-74, or the 18th of June, 1974. This is, very notably, a week after Jack Walten's disappearance. I've transcribed it as follows: Hey, uh, just wanted to update you on everything that's been going on the past few days. So, uhh, for starters I got paid the extra hours for last week, so that's nice. Uhmm, right, uh, right. So, uh, did you get the memo, or whatever? Apparently the lockdown was because of some infestation or something? Yknow, like, bugs? Heh. So just a heads up if you feel kinda- smell chemicals and whatnot. Uhh, what else, what else, what else? Right, uh, right- so here, from next week onward, all animatronics will be cleaned and checked by authorized personnel. Nobody else is allowed- sorry- Nobody else is permitted to go near them until further notice. So, that's one less thing to worry about with our jobs, right? Uhhh, right- ah, oh right, uhm. Don't come to work on Monday. They're doing one more big cleanup to make sure there's no bugs crawling around or whatever. We, uh, we wouldn't really want our customers eating a beetle sandwich, yknow? Haha, sorry- hmm. Uhh, yeah! That's all for tonight. If you see any bugs in the next few days, just like, wack 'em with a newspaper or somethin'. You'll be fine. Anyways, uh, see ya around! Take care! Bye!

A very notable peculiarity with this is that the second audio sounds very... dank? Like it's being recorded in a cave? I have absolutely no idea what this means.

#the walten files #i actually decided im gonna kinda split this post in half and add some of my speculative commentary on thr new update later #because my head is getting cluttered with all thr writing right now #and i want to share most of the Important Info right away

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confessionsofa-roleplayer · 4 months

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I just needed to get this out somewhere. I was really excited about this plot my writing partner and I came up with, really looking forward to it. But none of our threads make it past 1-2 replies before she stops replying. I would think she's disinterested in the plot and just move on, as past experience has taught me that's usually what this kind of behavior means, but she's the one who keeps sending me asks for this plot. Every day almost. An ask sent to my inbox with a starter for something related to this plot. Then I reply to the ask, then that's it. The thread dies there. The constant dropping of barely started threads is wearing me out and rapidly draining me of interest in this plot. How are we supposed to actually advance the plot or develop anything if everything stops as soon as it's started? I'm really disappointed, although not altogether surprised because this kind of thing I've seen many, many times in the rpc, but then why keep sending me asks? Is she not interested? If she's not, why not just tell me so we can both move on? The saddest part is I don't have enough courage to speak to her about this. I've spoken to writing partners in the past about this exact issue and either been blown off and lied to and gaslit, or straight up told I'm not owed anything and/or dropped altogether out of the blue. I can never tell where the true issue lies, so I've just decided to stop trying to communicate these kinds of issues to my writing partners and save myself the grief. Speak up or not, it's like you lose either way. I don't know what I'm going to do yet. I just wanted to get this all off my chest. Thanks for providing the space to allow me to do so

#general #confessions

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lostonehero · 4 months

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I have too much time on my hands off from work so uh another wip self indulgent breekon and hope adopt Martin

This was suppose to be crack but it's bow too long to post fully here so uh have a preview till I finish it and put it on a03

Gertrude stared at the two delivery men. She was well acquainted with the pair who call themselves Breekon and Hope. However, she didn't think she was due for a delivery, especially considering she was planning on traveling to disrupt a ritual in America, taking Micheal with her. "What do I owe the pleasure?" She replies dryly.

Breekon smiles, unsettling to look at. "Evening Archivist, we appear to need your help."

"We've run into an issue with a delivery." Hope finishes.

Gertrude raised a brow, intrigued. "And why would you need my help?" She steps back as a child reveals themselves from behind Breekon. She honestly couldn't tell if it was a little boy or girl, but it wasn't a stranger, just a normal human.

"We tried to return it..." Breekon trails off.

Hope continued. "The things mother refused it."

The small child clings to Breekon, looking up at Gertrude. They were small, malnourished, and filthy. They had matted red hair and freckles or dirt she couldn't tell. Their clothes were hastily stitched together, and she had a feeling the mother had just left the kid for dead without clothing. The kid couldn't be more than 2 generous. She didn't want to think about the fact she knew that was a lie.

Gertrude blinks. "I'm not taking the child. Just send them to an orphanage or police."

The two strangers look at each other and frown.

"I reckon we help you." Breekon grabs the child's shoulder who doesn't seem startled more confused.

"Then you help us. We ain't fans of Nikola and that circus." Hope smiles.

"We tell you how to stop the unknowing." Breekon matches the smile.

"You tell us about human children." Hope finishes.

Gertrude can't help but have a shocked look on her features. She wouldn't pass up on an opportunity like this. "I suppose I can give advice on a child's needs and wants."

"Perfect"

"Glad we have a deal."

The child just stared at Gertrude.

......

Gertrude learned about the unknowing and how to stop it. She was shocked, to say the least, that they were so forth coming with information.

Breekon narrowed his gaze, and Gertrude wasn't sure that was possible. "You're end of the deal."

Hope adjusts the child on his lap. "Teach us."

Gertrude leans back. "For starters, how old is the child, and are they a boy or a girl?"

The two starters exchange a look then look back to Gertrude.

Gertrude sighs and rubs her temples. This was going to take a while. "Ok, to start, do they talk?"

"The child has not said a word." Breekon gives a look to his partner then to the child.

Hope nods. "They have tried, but no sound comes out. It appears the child has damaged parts."

The child looks between them and decides to yawn silently and curl up in Hope's lap.

Gertrude sighs. "Before you ask, humans need sleep, and it appears the child trusts you enough to sleep in your lap. Humans need sleep to function." She sighs and gets up. "You two can read, right?" The two strangers nod. "Good, I'll be back. I'll have books on human health and biology and parenting books that will have all the information for you."

The two strangers watch the archivist leave.

"The human is defenseless." Breekon points at the small child.

"I don't think it understands it should be scared." Hope points at the sleeping child.

"Too small, I reckon." Breekon tilts his head.

"I don't understand why I desire to protect it." Hope rests his hand on the child's back.

"To raise for the stranger like the desolation?" Breekon responds for an answer, but it sounds like a question like they don't believe it.

"Never been human." Hope pauses.

"Don't think that matters now." Breekon reaches out a hand to the child.

"Is this fear?" Hope sounded quiet.

"I don't know." Breekon matched the quiet voice.

......

Gertrude sets down the large stack of books down. "Read these, and I'll get the child as clean as I can using the archives supplies." She approaches Hope to retrieve the child, and to her surprise, he pulls the kid closer to him. "Now don't do that, humans have to get clean or they get sick you know of the corruption. Good now, I'm going to clean them and tell you if they are a boy or girl, yes, it matters for human development due to hormones." She picks up the child who wakes up, but they don't cry. "An odd thing, aren't you." She watches the two strangers reach for the books and begin to read.

The small child waves goodbye to the strangers as Gertrude carries them off to a bathroom outfitted with a shower and, thankfully, a towel.

Gertrude places the child down and takes a breath. "I wish I knew your age and if you understood me. Alright, I'm going to unclothed you and wash you to the best of my ability."

The child blinks as Gertrude strips them.

"Ok diapers, you're quite little then, and ah, you're a boy. Ok, I can work with this." Gertrude sighs as she watches the boy, and it is freckles, not just dirt. She shaved the boy's hair with the buzzer she understood why they had due to an incident with the Leitner. Thankfully, one of the librarians brought a diaper bag with them rather than a normal purse, and she managed to get a diaper, which again thankfully matched the boy's needs. Overall, he was still too skinny and small, but he looked better.

The boy was wrapped in a fluffy towel since Gertrude didn't have clean clothes to put him in.

"Hopefully, the time it took to clean you, they have gotten through at least one book." Gertrude picks up the small boy. "Maybe I can get some food in you. I'm sure they don't understand the concept of food."

The boy blinks his impossibly blue eyes at her.

Gertrude sighs. "I'm not cut out to be a parent."

.....

"He's a boy." Gertrude places the boy down on her desk with a plate of cut-up bananas. "By the amount of teeth in his mouth, I hazard a guess that he's nearly two or approaching 2 years of age. I hope you both got some of the reading done while I cleaned and gave him food."

The boy was eating the cut-up bananas as he waved again at the two strangers.

"We've finished the books." Breekon tilts his head.

"We understand what has to be done." Hope hums.

Gertrude pinched her brow. "Don't kill the child."

The two strangers looked offended.

The boy continues to eat quietly.

.......

A rough knock on a yellow door. The door creeks open, and a man that is tall, unsettling, and hair that seems to curl unnaturally. Hands longs and sharp clawed.

"Evening." Breekon tips his hat.

"We reckon we can leave him with you." Hope nods as well adjusting his hat.

A small boy looking healthier and bigger stares up at the twisted tall man.

"Excuse me?" The man from the yellow door stares at the strangers.

"You were human.... once" Breekon laughs.

Hope nods.

"I, yes?" The spiral tilts their head.

"We have work and can't bring him." Hope mutters.

"The archivist is unavailable." Breekon sighs, pushing the boy forward.

The boy waves.

The spiral man matches the movement.

"The boy is Martin." Hope continues. "He is 4 and can't be left at school. Humans have tried to steal him."

"His mother has harmed him when we tried to return him. We request help on watching him as we work. The boy doesn't speak." Breekon pulls his hat down.

"Don't harm the boy, and we will help with any request." Hope crossed his arms.

The spiral nods, but it is a more confused reaction.

"Good." Breekon smiles.

"Well, be back tomorrow." Hope hands a bag to the boy.

The boy stared up at the spiral man.

The spiral stared at the boy as the strangers left. "Hello."

The boy waves and holds up his lunch box with a cow on it. He grabs a clawed finger and smiles.

"Micheal.... I'm Micheal." The spiral felt sanity bleed into his mind as a sense of self returned like an infection.

The boy tilted his head, watching him return to his tall human form.

"Martin?" Micheal watched the boy nod. "Ok, how about lunch? Although I don't think time really exists but a boy needs food like you."

Martin nods and hugs Micheal's leg.

Micheal blinks and realizes he is now both the spiral and Micheal. Has this ever happened before? He didn't know or care he was an uncle now, and he also now had a bond with the stranger. That was good he thinks he wasn't used to coherent thoughts.

Martin tugged on Micheal's arm and held up a candy bar Micheal could not recognize.

"Do you want me to open it for you?" Micheal stared down at the bow who shook his head. Martin pushed the bar into his hand. "Ah.... thank you."

Martin grins and follows Micheal through the yellow door.

......

Micheal scowls, and he forgot he was capable of anything but a smile. "Do I have to?"

"We finished our job." Breekon holds his hand out, and Martin takes it and waves at Micheal.

"What is the payment you like?" Hope shows off teeth that shouldn't exist in his mouth.

Micheal blinks, grabbing his yellow door. "I would like to watch Martin again." He can feel himself grow taller and more twisted.

The two strangers share a look and a silent conversation.

"Humans call it babysitting." Breekon picks up Martin on his hip.

"You want to watch the human child? He is ours." Hope brushed a curl out of Martin's face.

"Yes, that is agreeable." Micheal smiles. "I won't keep him if you agree."

The two strangers nod.

......

"The act of babysitting requires the guardians to not be available to care for the child." Breekon seems to narrow his gaze with eyes he doesn't have.

"We are home to care for the child. You shouldn't be here." Hope adds matching a scowl.

Micheal laughs, and it echoes unnaturally around the room. "I see no harm in visiting...." He shifts back to looking like a normal human as he looks around. "This is a very sterile apartment."

Martin wasn't paying attention following a spider around who led him to one of his "toys," which were crude plastic mannequin parts and a blanket that he wrapped around a plastic arm.

Micheal frowns. "I uh huh you two are doing ok..."

The two strangers glare at the spiral avatar.

"Ok, so I have experience raising my siblings and making me babysit has given me back my humanity kind of? I'll help you guys. Have you've even enrolled him into school yet?" The blank stared answered Micheal's questions.

.......

"I reckon we understand." Breekon has grabbed Martin and placed him on his lap.

"Very informative to train a human." Hope nods.

"Not train." Micheal can feel his hair grow out and spiral. "Raise. Now I don't know how you got a phone, and I'm not one to ask questions anymore, but calling around, I got Martin registered for classes next year. Having friends is important, and I set him up with a doctor about the talking thing and general health examination. Also, he needs normal toys unless you want people to get suspicious, and yes, you can feed on the fears of other parents if they upset Martin."

Breekon nods. "So Martin is set?"

"We don't want to hurt the little guy." Hope fusses with Martin's hair and finds a spider who he places gentlely on Martin's shoulder.

"Not hurting him. Just to avoid suspicion from normal human people. Martin, do you like the strangers?" Micheal leans over to face Martin.

Martin puffs out his cheeks. "Not strangers." His voice was quiet, and the three men stared at the boy stunned. He points to Breekon as he sits in his lap. "Breekon." He then points to Hope. "Hope." He furrows his brows pointing to Micheal. "Mik- Mike - Micheal?" He was having a hard time producing Micheal.

Micheal blinks. "Ye-yeah, I'm Micheal."

"I'm never going to change my name again." Breekon and Hope say at the same time as they embrace Martin.

Martin smiles.

.......

The teacher sat nervously at her desk. It was a normal meeting it had to be a normal meeting. She swore she saw a yellow door in the corner of the room, and she knew she didn't have yellow doors in her classroom. The two men that sat in front of her desk they were unnatural. They wore the same uniform, but that's the only normal thing she can see on them.

The larger man with straight black hair and a frown, maybe she couldn't tell it didn't look natural on the pale skin even if the color of his lips was wrong. "What are we here?" His accent sounded fake, but she was terrified to ask or even comment.

"I reckon the boy has done nothing wrong." The smaller man had lighter hair, and it curled, but it also didn't. His eyes were purple, but like as if his eyes were doll eyes.

The teacher laughs nervously. "I uh nothing is wrong." She stiffens as a creak of a door is heard. "I just wanted to share some concerns I had... nothing bad." She swallows her fear the best she could. "Martin is excelling at his schoolwork and already reading books made for kids older than him. He really likes spiders and dolls, but uh he hasn't been talking to any of the other children, which is concerning. A boy his age should be more. Have you had him tested if he's on the spectrum?" The door that shouldn't exist was open and what.... she let out a breath of relief.

A tall blonde man rushed between the two other men. "Hey, sorry, I'm Micheal. I'm helping these two with Martin."

She didn't care what their relationship was he looked normal and she could breathe again. "R-right."

"Get the boy tested for what?" The larger man growls.

"Our boy is healthy." The smaller one adds.

Micheal smiles. "Not that kind of tested. No, no, it's fine ma'am, he just started talking last year, and the doctors are aware of it. He loves his books on spiders and dolls. I'm sure Martin will come out of his shell."

The teacher nods. "Great, and that's really great, but that's all I needed to speak about. He's a very smart and sweet boy. Just needs to be a bit more social, that's all for healthy development." She sighs in relief, watching the blonde man guide them out through the yellow door.

"You can't scare that woman to death. Martin likes her." She chose to ivory that from Micheal and how his voice started to echo. She needed to warn the teachers for older students.

.......

Martin waves as the yellow door creeks open as the three step out. He gets up and shoves a drawing into Hope. "Present!"

Hope held up the drawing and showed it to Breekon. It was a crayon drawing of the two, and Martin has written their names. "Reckon our boy is an artist."

"We will hang it up." Breekon smiles as Martin giggles.

Micheal sighs, returning to a more human look. "Martin, have you made any friends?" The two strangers glare at him.

Martin shakes his head. "The other kids think I'm weird."

Micheal sighs. "You'll find friends who appreciate the weird."

Martin shrugs and looks down.

.......

"You're weird." A blonde boy sits next to Martin. "You don't have any weird fleshy tendrils around you."

Martin blinks and tilts his head. "What?"

"I see them in my dreams." The blonde boy huffs, pulling out red crayons. "You're a mystery. Mommy says they don't mean anything, but they do. I swear they do."

"What do they do?" Martin watched him draw.

"They give me dates and time, dunno what that means yet, but I think it's important." The boy was drawing red tendrils.

Martin pauses, Uncle Micheal told him to make friends. "I'm Martin."

"Oliver." The boy smiles, holding out his hand. He was cold like Hope was he wasn't good at keeping himself warm like Breekon was.

"Are you a stranger?" Martin blinks his blue eyes at the blonde boy who looked confused.

"No, you know my name." Oliver hums.

Martin hums. "Breekon and Hope are strangers, and I know their names."

"Then what does stranger mean?" Oliver hums raising his brow.

"Dunno Micheal won't tell me, and neither will Breekon or Hope." Martin shrugs.

"Huh, do you think they know what these are?" Oliver holds up his drawing.

"Wanna ask after school?" Martin smiles.

Oliver matches his smile. "Yeah! Wanna be friends, the other kids don't like me."

Martin nods excitedly. "Yeah, I wanna be friends."

........

"Uncle Micheal!" Martin ran out holding the hand of another boy as they approached.

Micheal smiles and forces himself to look even more human. "Martin, did you make a friend?"

"I'm Oliver. Do you know what these are?" He shoves a drawing up at Micheal. "Mommy says dreams don't mean anything, but they give me a date and times for the people I see in them with the tendrils. Martin doesn't have them."

Micheal takes the picture, and he can smell something off about the boy. It hit him suddenly that the smell reminded him of a mourge, and he knew what that meant. The End took a child avatar. Is everyone copying the Desolation? "This is important. You should tell everyone their date and time."

Oliver eyes widen. "Thank you, mister Micheal. Oh wait, can I hang out with Martin this weekend? I wanna meet his pet spider." He stops. "I have to ask my mommy though..."

"Oliver!" A woman huffs as she made her way over.

"Hi, Mommy!" Oliver smiles, holding up Martin's hand. "I made a friend. Can we hand out this weekend?"

The woman sighs and smiles. "You made a friend?"

"Hi, I'm Martin, and that's my uncle." Martin points up to Micheal, who smiles nervously, adjusting his glasses. "My mommy doesn't like me. Breekon and Hope tried to bring me back, and she threw a knife at me."

The woman stared at Micheal. "Go talk to your friend for a moment, Oliver." She watches the two boys run by the odd yellow door. "I uh..."

"Everything is fine, legally speaking Breekon and Hope didn't adopt Martin, but everything they tried to return him to his biological mother er she responds with violence. However, Martin has a safe home with them, and I help out when I can." Micheal gives a nervous smile.

"Geez, I thought my situation was shit." The woman chuckles. "You can call me Kat. My husband died recently, so it's just been us, so I'm glad he's making friends. Uh, how about the park this weekend? I have time off on the weekend thanks to my government job, and I'm sure it will help Oliver to have a friend." Kat smiles.

Micheal nods. "Oh, that sounds lovely. Martin hasn't been the best with other kids since they single him out. Did you guys just move here?"

Kat nods. "Is it that obvious? Yeah, we did, but we have to get home." She sighs. "Oliver, come here it's time to go home."

Oliver runs up to his mom. "Yes."

Martin runs behind him. "Cannwe hang out?"

Kat nods. "Yeah, this weekend the park is a nice place, and I can meet uh Breekon and Hope?"

"Life partners." Micheal raised his brow, gauging her reaction.

"Oh huh, I understand the adoption problems. Ah, no worries, I'm sure they are doing great. He seems like a good kid." Kat waves and picks up Oliver.

Micheal smiles and feels his hair curl. "You made a friend."

"I made a friend that isn't a spider." Martin corrects.

"Of course, little Mr. Web avatar. I don't know why Breekon and Hope encourage that. Please warn me when you grow new eyes." Micheal sighs, holding his hand out.

"I got new teeth?" Martin opens his mouth to show fangs.

"Don't bite anyone." Micheal smiles. "Unless it's a nasty adult."

"Ok." Martin smiles and follows him into a yellow door.

......

Kat freezes as the two men approach her. She puts her son behind her and swallows. The taller man she didn't think he had eyes but she couldn't see through his hair. The smaller man was smiling, but it looked all wrong. "Can I help you?"

The larger man smiles, and it somehow looks worse than the smaller man. "I'm Breekon."

"And I'm Hope." The smaller one finishes, and their accents sounded so fake and unnatural.

Kat gkes to speak before a boy pops out from between them.

"Hi!" The small red head covered in freckles relaxed Kat.

Oliver ran in front of his mom. "Hi Martin!"

"Hi Oliver!" Martin points to the larger one. "That's Breekon." He points to the smaller man. "That's Hope. They help care for me. They are strangers."

"Are they strangers because they look weird?" Oliver tilts his head they didn't look right, and he couldn't place why.

"Dunno." Martin shrugs.

"Wanna watch me tell people dates and times like your uncle said I should?" Oliver smiles.

Martin nods. "Yeah! I wanna help you." Oliver grabs his hand, and they run off.

Kat relaxes slightly. "Boys, you know. I, uh, mean well kids, they tend to grow up fast." She gives a nervous smile but doesn't feel the fear like last time. "Right, my name is Kate, but I go by Kat. It must be hard raising a boy like that all by yourself, poor thing rejected by his mother. I'm sure he cares about you both deeply."

Breekon raised his brow, but Kat wasn't entirely sure. "We were told having him form a bond with his mother would help."

"She doesn't seem to want him, but he's a good lad." Hope finishes and grabs Breekon's hand.

Kat smiles at the pair. They were probably nervous, probably the first public outing as a couple. "How long have you've been together?"

"Ages." Breekon hums.

Hope smiles.

"I miss that. My husband passed recently, but I'm glad you both have each other." Kat hums. "How did you guys adopt Martin? I know there isn't anything official, but I won't tell the boy is happier with you two. Oh, where are my manners? There's a bench off to the side. We can sit and watch them play. I don't like being out in the open either." She leads the pair to a bench where they sit, and she sits in between them. "I apologize if this is forward, but I don't want anyone giving you guys dirty looks. People aren't too kind to those like you both. This way, we can keep talking and not separate you two."

"You're a kind one." Breekon pauses.

"I think it would be beneficial to keep in contact." Hope nods at Breekon.

"Oh, that's great. So how long have you two been guardians?" Kat smiles, waving at her boy in the sandpit with Martin.

"He was 2 when his mother left him with us." Breekon hums. "Wouldn't let go of Hope's leg."

"You wouldn't put him down after you wrapped him up in a blanket." Hope smirks.

Kat smiles. "A sweet little thing. I'm glad you both found him."

The two strangers have a silent agreement to protect this human. They made a friend like Martin. It was a lot less messy than using actual parts like they thought was needed.

......

Kat was worried, which was an understatement, Oliver just turned 13 a little over a week ago, and that's when the problems started. She just thought his complaining was just normal teen stuff she knows she annoyed her parents. Then, she started to find bloody handprints around her home. She knew Oliver and was complaining about his hands hurting, but she brushed him off, explaining that he would see the doctor for his physical soon.

Oliver wasn't fast enough to hide his hands when his mother burst into his room. "I uh..."

Kat covered her mouth, staring at her son. His hands were bloody, and his skin seemed to slough off. She swallows her work isn't supposed to follow her home, let alone affect her own son. She knew her son's friend Martin, his adopted parents weren't human, but they seemed harmless, but she knew better than to go to work for help, and they seemed to understand the inhuman nature of things. "Oliver, are you ok?"

Oliver was crying. Blonde hair fell in front of his eyes as he got up and ran to his mom. He clung to his mom. "I couldn't stop it, and it hurts so much. Am I dying?"

"Not if I can help it." Kat hugs her son. "Alright, we're going to visit Martin, and I'm going to ask his guardians for some advice. Now, don't argue with me. I'm going to get you some gloves and I'm sure they can help."

"Did i... did I get Martin sick?" Oliver hugs his chest.

"No, sweetheart. Well, I hope this isn't contagious. However, his guardians can help. I just know it, so let's head over there." Kat smiles.

......

Breekon answered the door, Kat only knew this because he was the bigger of the two she couldn't tell you any stand-out features. She made it a point to not stare at them she knew it made them uncomfortable. "Kat and Oliver. What brings you to our humble flat?" He gave a smile that didn't look right.

Kat smiles back. "Look, I know I've never brought it up, but I know you two aren't human, and uh... where's Hope?" She shakes her head. "Not important, but I don't think I should ask my place of work for help. Oliver, please take off your gloves."

Oliver nods, and flesh comes off with the glove along with blood sluggishly seeping out of the wound.

Breekon's lips thin to a neutral expression." Aite, come in. Don't touch anything living, Oliver."

Kate pushes her son inside and follows behind him. "I apologize for the sudden interruption as well. Do you know what's happening?"

Breekon turns to his side as if he was waiting for Hope to answer, but he wasn't here. He grimaced. "Martin is going through the same...." He bites his lip with mismatched human and animal teeth. "Different patron.... preparing their bodies for becoming fully fledged avatars not..." He huffs, crossing his arms.

"You can stop. I know it's hard without your other half." Kat smiles softly. "Oliver, go find Martin."

Oliver nods and dissapears deeper into the flat.

"You serve the stranger?" Kat knew it was true, but the nod eased her suspicion. "Are yes and no questions ok while Hope isn't here?"

Breekon nods as tension drains from his shoulders. "We didn't want to leave Martin alone..... the Web never made a fully fledged avatar before. Let alone so young."

"You don't have to talk without your partner. You're probably curious why I'm not freaking out more. It's uh complicated." Kat smiles and follows him to the couch. "I work for the government never lied about that, but it's a secret branch, and thankfully, there are more safeguards than the Magnus Institute or just the normal police. I don't want to lose my son but I have a feeling that the End chose him."

Breekon nods, sitting next to her.

"I mean, I didn't think they would start going after children. It's pretty clear these fears enjoy adults more than kids. Uh, no offense, but uh, Martin is a different patron than you." Kat pauses at the small nod. "I see you didn't want him to be like you?"

Breekon frowns. ".... He wouldn't be our Martin anymore..... we didn't want him to be a Stranger like us..... no, that isn't right." He swallows. "We were never human to begin with."

Kat reaches out and holds Breekon's hand. "Don't force yourself to speak without him. It's ok to be stressed. You both are basically Martin's fathers. He's changing just like my boy is just different gods?" She smiles at the nod. "I'll keep your secret. Of course, if you promise, you'll help keep my boy safe."

Breekon nods eagerly.

"Good now, do you need to eat....?" Kat pauses at the odd hand movement. "Ok, wrong question." A nod. "Do you want to eat?" Anotger odd hand movement. She sighs. "If I make food, will you eat?" That earned her a nod. "Ok I can work with that."

Breekon pauses for a moment before deciding it was ok to speak again. "We don't have to eat like humans.... we can eat like humans... we feed on fear to sustain us."

"Ah OK that makes so much more sense than the theories we had at work. I assume all of the other types feed on different fears, then? OK, good going to have to figure out how to help my Ollie, but that's a future problem. Right now, I'm going to make them some food, and could you check on the boys?" Kat, let's Breekon's hand go and get up.

Breekon nods. "You are a good human..... we uh Hope will be happy to hear."

"Maybe it would be better if you both got cellphones." Kat pauses. "You don't know what that is.... ok, check on the boys, and I will explain it to you they are still kind of new."

Breekon nods and gets up to head to Martin's room.

......

Martin was shirtless laying on his bed with his arms up. He had four open sores, two on each side of his body. "You're lucky."

"How? I'm a freak look at my hands." Oliver huffs, sticking his hands back in his gloves. "I can still feel them."

Martin raised his brow. "Breekon and Hope said I'm getting new arms."

"That's cool, though." Oliver sighs, looking over. He makes a face. "Er, well, it doesn't look cool now."

"I don't really understand it, but apparently, the female voice I've been hearing is the mother of Puppets and the spiders, but uh, technically, they are the same thing, kind of. I dunno." Martin sits up. "My actual mom is a lot meener than her."

"Really?" Oliver frowns. "You don't talk about your mom."

"She doesn't like me. Breekon and Hope try to bring me to her at least once a year, and it doesn't go well. I don't tell them to stop because maybe one year she'll be happy to see me." Martin hisses in pain as he puts his arms down. "Ugh, can't I just get the new arms already?"

"I don't think it works like that." Oliver holds up his bloody hands. "You know I started to hear a voice too, but I can't tell if it's a boy or a girl. My god seems weird. Yours is at least a mother."

"I just think that's a title. They're known as the Web." Martin shrugs. "I like spiders, though."

"I like spiders too. Why can't I be a spider creature?" Oliver hisses and pulls up his shirt, showing off a rash starting on his chest. "I probably should tell my mom."

"I've got a rash on my back and legs if that makes you feel better." Martin sighs, looking up seeing Breekon in his doorframe. "I uh nothing I said nothing."

Breekon chuckles softly. "It's too be expected both of you are the first....." He huffs. "The first fully fledged avatars of your patrons who picked you...... we will help you hide after you're done.... Kat is making food...."

Martin smiles. "Thank you, Breekon."

"Can you help us?" Oliver can feel his glove slip off with a wet splat on the floor. "Sorry...."

Breekon shakes his head.

Martin smiles. "It's ok, Oliver. It's just blood and flesh."

"Still kind of gross." Oliver frowns.

.......

The front door opened, and nobody made a comment on how Breekon rushed for the man who entered. "Deliveries went well?"

"As well as it can without you." Hope smiles as they share a kiss. "Is Martin ok?"

"Bleeding is sluggish. Kat is here." Breekon locks his arm with Hope, and they relax in each other's presence. He led his other half into the kitchen where the two boys were eating, and Kat was getting then their third helpings.

"Welcome back. I kind of stormed in earlier, but Breekon insists it's ok. It's probably better if Oliver stays while he is changing, or at the very least, he stops visibly bleeding and losing flesh." Kat smiles. "I also made you both some food you guys don't have to eat, but the offer is there."

"Kat has been very understanding." Breekon smiles unnaturally wide.

"We are in your debt." Hope tilts his hat at her.

"Right well again, I'm cashing that in. Please look after my son. I don't want to alert anyone at work that something is amiss, and he will be safer here because of you two." Kat sighs. "And Oliver insisted that freaks stay together."

Oliver nods and so does Martin.

Breekon and Hope share a laugh. "We would happily look after him with Martin." They speak in unison.

.......

Martin pulls his hood over his head. Kids were awful, and he knew he was only 16, but the statement held up. They always had a comment on how he looked or just his stutter or his shy behavior. Oliver doesn't live near him anymore his mom had to move due to work they still hang out during the weekends, but now that meant he was alone at school. It didn't help that he was big and tall and he was still growing.

A short teen bumped into him. "... can't you see with those glasses." He had a bright blue scarf and was trying to hide a scar on his cheek that seemed to travel down extensively to his body.

Martin stopped. "....cool scar." He covered his mouth and turned on his heel and tried to walk away when the boy reached out and grabbed his hand. He had impossibly green eyes that seemed to have a ring of sky blue around them.

"What did you say about it?" He scowls, and Martin didn't recognize him. He stepped back, and Martin knew why.

Martin blinks and covers his face. "I'm sorry!"

The teen raised his brow. "Who are you?"

"Martin Blackwood, and I'm sorry. I didn't mean to point out the scar. I just thought it looked cool, and I don't know."

"Mike Crew." Mike shakes Martin's hand he was already holding. "You like falling?"

"I uh... huh." Martin tilts his head. "You've been claimed by a fear, haven't you?"

Mike let go and furrowed his brows. "No, I was struck by lightning."

"Same thing, I think. Uh, my guardians have been trying to teach me about all of them. I can tell you if you want?" Martin shifts nervously.

Mike nods. "Yeah, my dad doesn't really care what I do after school. I just have to be home before sundown."

"Ok, yeah. Is the library a good place?" Martin smiles as the other boy nods.

......

A yellow door creeks open, and a blonde teen jumps out. "Martin!"

Martin places a finger over his lips. "Shhhhh, we're in a library."

"Not fair. I can't sneak up on you anymore." Oliver huffs and stops raising his brow. "Oh, uh hi...."

Mike looked over his chair. "You another fear freak?"

"Mike!" Martin huffs.

Oliver raised his brow. "You've got weird eyes, and... no time... huh, then yes, I am. Did you figure out what?"

Martin shakes his head.

Mike rolls his eyes. "You've got dumb blonde hair."

"Rude." Oliver hops in a chair next to Mike. "Anyway, have you narrowed it down?"

"Yeah." Martin holds up the list. "Obviously not the dark since he can still see, and not the corruption because he isn't dirty and invested with any sort of bug. Not the web, Mother would have told me, and I would be able to see strings he also doesn't have extra arms."

"You've got more than two arms?" Mike smirks. "Show me."

Martin pulls up his sweater to show the two pairs of arms wrapped around his chest and stomach. "I have to wear baggy clothes, can't really hide them like my spider half, or extra eyes or mandible. Oliver just needs gloves because he can use hide with normal clothes."

"I'm mostly just a spooky skeleton." Oliver chuckles as Martin pulls down his sweater.

"I wonder if I'll get anything cool." Mike hums grabbing the paper.

"Well, we got to figure out what picked you first." Oliver takes the paper from Mike. "Maybe the Desolation."

"He hasn't set anything on fire." Martin puffs out his cheeks.

"I need a lighter." Mike raised his brow as it's crossed out.

"Ok, that answers that...." Martin stops as a elderly man approaches them.

"Huh, I thought it was just rumors from the stranger from all things. The desolation should have just waited for their God to pick than." He chuckles, adjusting his glasses. "Now, now, no need to stop on my account, or I can solve this little conundrum for you three."

The three teens stay quiet.

"Now, now I won't bite." The old man laughs. "I'm Simon Fairchild, and I believe your friend developing the blue eyes has been picked by my patron."

"Who do you follow?" Oliver was the one to speak up.

"Oh my dear boy, I would show you, but I'm not one to pick fights with the other patrons. I am part of the great Vast." Simkn smiles and lowers his glasses to show off impossibly blue eyes.

"But don't people get a choice?" Martin frowns. "We didn't get a choice in this."

"Aha, that's right, you three are complete anomalies. Never happened before, the patrons don't exactly choose, but you three are the exception to the rule, old Jonah will be pissed, well he already is dealing with his own anomaly. Anyway, enough of that, I'll be your teacher and show you the best ways to feed our lovely patron. You know feed them before they feed on you." Simon chuckles and hands a card over. "Call me when you start feeling peckish."

Mike hesitated but took the card with a number on it. "Do you guys feed on people?"

"Kind of? I don't really need to scare people about death. I did accidently kill a few animals before I figured out that I can't touch them without gloves." Oliver frowns.

"People tell me their deepest secrets, or I can control them. I really don't enjoy controlling people, though, but sharing facts about spiders and showing them off seems to work, too." Martin hums. "I can make webs too."

"All I'm able to do is tell people how and when they will die." Oliver huffs.

"Deaths touch seems pretty cool." Mike hums.

"Only on my hands." Oliver sighs.

"I mean, it's pretty obvious. I meant hands you don't touch with your foot." Mike snickers.

Simon chuckles. "Oh, the folly of youth. I'll see you guys again." He seems to vanish as he looks through the open window.

"Whoa... do you think I'll be able to do that?" Mike gasps.

"You guys get all the cool shit." Oliver huffs crossing his arms.

"You have all the medical knowledge on like everything." Martin smiles.

"Maybe I'll be a doctor. Easy to feed the End that way." Oliver shrugs.

"That seems a bit on the nose." Mike raised his brow.

"Oh fuck you." Oliver huffs.

"I would say you can, but you can't seem to use your hands." Mike smirks leaning forward.

Oliver blushes a deep red. "I uh... well I...."

Martin looks away, trying to ignore the red thread between the two.

......

A eerie voice echoes around as it laughs. "You're new." A long crooked finger points till it glitches and looks normal. "Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you."

Mike steps back from the yellow door and the blonde man.

Martin waves. "Hi Micheal, what brings you over?"

"You made a new friend." Micheal smiles. "I apologize then for scaring you again uh..."

"Mike." Mike gives a nervous smile.

"He's the spiral, but also Micheal." Martin smiles.

Micheal nods. "That is correct, I just wanted to pop in and say Breekon and Hope are out on delivery and won't be back till next week. Nikola is giving them problems, and they don't want them to find out about you."

"Oh, alright." Martin frowns and looks away.

Micheal frowns and looks over to Mike who just shrugs.

Mike nudges Martin. "What's wrong?"

"My adoption day is in three days, I just I dunno I wanted them there." Martin sighs. "It's fine."

Mike frowns. "Maybe next year will be better this Nikola sounds like a bitch."

Micheal's frown deepens.

"It's whatever. I'm getting too old for that stuff, right, so I'll be fine. I'll uh head to the store to pick up food and stuff for the next week or so don't know how long they will be. I'll see you later, Mike."

Mike holds his hand out watching Martin go. "I wouldn't if I was you. He doesn't want us to interfere." He sighs. "He talks about them, Breekon and Hope like they're his dad's yaknow. I haven't met them yet, and Simon tells me I should be careful, but if they are the ones to raise him, I don't see why I should be worried. He's probably the best influence I've got left."

Micheal crosses his arms. "I helped raise him too."

"I don't think it's a competition." Mike sighs. "It's nice to meet you, though, for what it's worth."

Micheal watches Mike walk away as well. He was going to find the two strangers and rip them a new one.

......

It took Micheal three months to find the pair. His voice was twisted and angry, echoing off nothing. "Where the fu- oh... ah, " He seeming poofs into a normal human form in an instant.

An older teen boy and a preteen boy hide behind Breekon and Hope.

"Why do you have two kids?" Micheal tilts his head, trying to get a better view.

"Younger kid found Nikola exploring..."

".... we handled breaking him from the mark....."

"...older lad wouldn't leave..."

"....followed the boy..."

"....Nikola thinks we ate them...."

"..... we didn't...."

"... we had to hide..."

"... we have to return them...."

Micheal holds his hand up, stopping them. He knew they were panicking their voices completely identical to each other. "You both. .. you both changed...." He adjusts his glasses, walking around the pair. He doesn't even look at the two boys. "You two are changing."

Breekon and Hope grip each other hands tighter.

Micheal smiles softly, and his door opens. "Time to go home, and you boys are coming too. Martin will forgive you both, and I'm sure we can find some clothes for the two of you that aren't dirty."

.......

The creek of a yellow didn't distract Martin from his work. He started to knit and crochet, having multiple arms helpful for his new hobby, and Micheal got him a lot of yarn. He hoped that when Breekon and Hope came back, they wouldn't be too upset. He wasn't mad at them he's worried and trying to distract himself. He wants to tell them about Mike and that Oliver was moving back closer.

Two pairs of strong arms wrap around Martin. "We're sorry for abandoning you."

Martin gasps and shakes tears falling down his cheeks. "Dads?"

The embrace is tighter.

Micheal clears his throat. "Sorry to interrupt, but Martin, can you spare some clothes?"

Martin pulls away and turns around. "I uh oh new people hi I can make tea." He drops his needles and yarn. He hugs two pairs of arms to his chest and forces his extra eyes to close. "I uh, I'm sorry."

The younger boy approached eyes wide as he got close to Martin. "Are those real?"

"Danny!" The older boy hissed.

Martin blushes and nods. "Y-yeah, most people are scared of them."

"Can I touch them?" Danny looked up at him.

"If you want to. They're just normal arms. They even have my dumb freckles." Martin gasps softly as the boy touches them.

"That's so cool." Danny smiles and waves to the other boy. "Tim, come on, he isn't going to bite you!"

Tim, the older teen, walks cautiously over. "I'm sorry, my brother can be a bit touchy, and I uh..."

Martin blushes a bright red, spotting a red string around the older boys wrist, and it connects to him. He stumbles back. "It's fine. You're probably scared it's fine. That's normal. I heard Nikola is quite nasty right, yeah. I'm going to make some tea, uh, right clothes, uh, the dryer, the dryer has some stuff, too." He rushed out to the kitchen.

"Tim, you scared him!" Danny crossed his arms. "His dad's saved us, and you scared him."

Tim sputters. "I did not scare him." He huffs. "You probably scared him since you rushed at him."

"I did not! I asked him first." Danny pouts.

Breekon grabs both of their shoulders, pushing them together. "That's enough, lads."

Hope smiles. "One of you shower I'll get you clean clothes."

Micheal laughs. "Boy wasn't scared." He slips back through his door, and it vanishes.

......

Martin pauses watching Tim from the doorway. He was looking into some history books about Robert Smirke, Breekon, and Hope, who said he was the first human to categorize the fears into separate entities, and he was right. Tim was odd he was the opposite of himself, outgoing and loud. He was strong and athletic. He had that red string too, and he was honest when he finally had the courage he told him, then ran away.

Tim waves spotting Martin. "Hey Martin, still fighting fate?"

"N-no, you deserve a choice." Martin stutters but approaches. "I uh are you ok?"

"Danny is fine, and I'm ok. Just because Breekon and Hope are strangers, they are nicer than the clown." Tim shuts his book. "Can I ask you something?"

"I uh, I have no control over the red strings. Mother can't even control them. You know, I thought it was only fear and secrets we fed on, but it's connections too, and I uh...." Martin stops. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

Tim shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. I uh wanted to ask about the avatar thing."

"Oh, uh... ok?" Martin crosses all his arms. "I didn't have a choice in it."

"How did you know? I mean, did it just happen? Was it a slow change over time? I uh..." Tim adjusts his glasses. "I uh dunno I feel off since the theater."

Martin frowns and sits down next to Tim. "You don't look different."

"I feel different." Tim frowns. "I don't want to accidently hurt Danny."

"Ok, well, I think I can help." Martin smiles softly, reaching one hand out.

Tim sighs in relief. "Thank you. I just I don't know."

"Well, what are the things that are different?" Martin tilts his head. "You look normal, and I suppose I do too. People are born with extra limbs."

"Well, I mean, once the lights are off, I'm different." Tim frowns. "That's the dark, right? But I'm not a little kid, and I mean I'm not even afraid of the dark."

"I'm not afraid of the spiders that the web controls, and I'm still an avatar of the Web." Martin tilts his head. "I don't exactly think being afraid is a prerequisite."

"If that was true, I would be a stranger." Tim shudders. "No offense to Breekon or Hope. They seem pretty cool, all things considered, and they did save our lives."

"You're changing?" Danny poked his head through the door.

"Danny!" Tim huffs. "How many times have I told you not to spy on me?"

"Doesn't matter. Are you going to get extra harms like Martin? Can you feed on my fear? Oh, oh, do you get a weird pocket dimension like Micheal? It's like a video game fast travel!" Danny rushed into the room, dropping himself down next to his brother.

Tim sighs. "Danny, I don't even know if I am. What about you? I'm not going to feed on your fear."

"But that would be so cool." Danny huffs.

Martin chuckles.

"Don't encourage him." Tim huffs but was smiling.

"Well, we have 14 choices to get through." Danny was practically vibrating with excitement. "Oh, once we figure it out, you could be like a fear superhero."

"That is the opposite of what the fears are... uh... wait." Martin pauses. "Being more well known could get more food and stuff, and maybe fear could evolve into a different emotion to feed on, but I dunno."

Tim smiles softly, staring at Martin. "Well, once we figure it out and I get a handle on it, we can go home, and then well, I can protect you guys."

"See superhero fear avatar." Danny smirks.

Tim rolls his eyes. "You read too many comic books."

......

A yellow door creaks open slowly, and Micheal steps out. Well, he tries before a hand grabs him and drags him out.

"Explain away this then!" It was Kat she looked annoyed and Micheal didn't exactly know where he was.

"I must say the dramatics are excellent look at his costume." A dirty blonde hair woman crossed her arms. "You really think I'm that gullible to believe that? It's almost as absurd as my brother being the head of an institute."

"Uh..." Micheal glitches to look human. "Um Kat, what am I doing here?"

The dirty blonde hair woman steps back.

"Two things, one to prove to Miss Bouchard that there is actual meaning behind what we organize. Secondly, why do Breekon and Hope have Diane's kids with them?" Kate huffs.

"Two boys...? You know where Diane's boys are?!" The dirty blonde haired woman growls. "That woman has been breaking down for the past 4 months."

Micheal pauses and in a soft voice. "Uhhh, Breekon and Hope stopped the boys from being killed from Nikola, and it doesn't matter Elias has a sister?"

"You know Eli, too? Don't tell me you also say he's the head of an institute. Last time I've talked to him, he left after college and worked in artifact storage. That man is not built to run anything except a drug deal if I'm being generous, which I'm not."

"Gwen shut up for a second. What do you mean the boys were almost killed?" Kat crossed her arms. "I thought I asked you guys not to involve my coworkers if I didn't ask."

"Ok, first off, technically, they aren't your coworkers they are your co-workers' children. Secondly, the two stumbled upon where Nikola was by exploring and would have been killed, and there parts used for the stranger if Breekon and Hope didn't interfere. Tim is becoming an avatar for the Dark, so they are waiting until he has some control until they come back." Micheal frowns. "You already knew the second bit."

"Oliver told me, but I'm glad you've also confirmed it." Kat smiles. "Also, thank you again. See, I told you! I swear what we go through the actual accounts and things are connected to fear creatures. Also, I really don't believe the bit about your brother, though. You've decided him as a pot head."

Micheal waves his hand. "Wait, wait, wait. Again, I can not stress this enough. You're Elias's sister?"

"He's ten years older than me and has a different mom." Gwen raised her brow.

"Time isn't real." Micheal says automatically. "I used to work with him, well we worked on the same building. I was in the archives, and he was in artifact storage and then the head of the institute."

"Bullshit." Gwen throws her hands up. "You show me proof of other avatars, and in exchanged I can tell you stories about Elias, and you'll understand how now qualified he is."

"Please." Micheal's door opens automatically.

"We have to pick up my son first." Kat sighs. "And probably Diane."

"Sure, sure tell me about Elias, though." Micheal drags them through.

.......

"TIMOTHY, DANIEL!" A woman rushed out of the yellow door, tackling her two sons. "My baby boys." She checks over both of them.

#not finished #currently too long to post here #when finished #I will be on a03 #breekon and hope #tma #the magnus archives #martin blackwood #oliver banks #mike crew #tim stoker

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mhevarujta · 8 months

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A Curse For True Love thoughts

I have THOUGHTS.

So this book was fun but at the same time it left me wanting.

-EvaJacks were perfect. We got Evangeline's heart recognizing his even as she did not remember him. We got Jacks who supposedly doen't believe in happy endings 'staying away and 'just protecting her' and still being so hurt that she did not remember him. Their day at the Hollow was Jacks' Best Day Ever. Jacks snapped when Castor gets close to Evangeline and even when he doesn't, it's pretty clear that he is traumatized. The way Evangeline remembers is not what I expected, but it was absolutely perfect and has more emotional depth. The bad-timing of it all was predictable but still good and Jacks needing to destroy his heart to be free... this is the kind of -literally- heart-wrenching drama I want to devour. Her confession too is EVERYTHING.

-Evangeline: I loved that Evangeline's feelings for Apollo were no more than very superficial attraction but she 1)kept feeling that something was wrong and 2)kept being turned down by the way he was acting. The female character being this girly girl who cannot defend herself and gets some 'training' but only to slip out of situations enough to be saved rather than suddenly being this amazing warrior-queen was fulfilling because I find that trope tired. This girl was always determined, headstrong, reckless, but I think that many of us would like to have more of her hope.

-Jacks. For starters, Jacks was not in approximately 1/3 of this book, which was SOCKING to me. I mean, I LOVED what we got, but come on. Teasing us with the answer about the apples and not actually giving it fully? Almost no interactions with Lala and Castor? What we got with Evangeline and the details about his curse and his pain were A+. But I needed more. Evangeline DOES notice the broken-heart scat and Apollo does too. Why doesn't it play more of a role? She owed him one last kiss and we all expected that he'd 'claim it' but that's not how it worked. The tracking of Jacks through Evangeline's blood was also set up but then it was forgotten.

-I really liked how Apollo was handled. The moment it was mentioned that the tree would have to take the one he loves the most, I was certain it'd be himself. He had Gaston vibes and it was done well. That said, I also like how it's acknowledged that, while not everyone who gets cursed becomes a monster, at the end of thte day Jacks IS partly responsible of how Apollo turned out.

-The Valors were underdeveloped. The glimpses we got were interesting enough. But I really needed more of them and Lala. Frankly, I wanted this book to be longer, but Apollo's persepctive and the bonus-epilogue, Luc's absense, the Castor x Lala tease and the last sentense about more stories in the Magnificent North were spelling out the existence of another sequel trilogy.

-The magic was utterly whimsical and vivid.

-Garber's big flaw? There is no plot. There never was. Both in Caraval and in this one, her stories are junk. They are addictive, serotonin-inducing, but hardly well-crafted or with real substance. Still addictive though.

#a curse for true love #acftl #acftl spoilers #ouabh #evajacks

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kxllerblond · 9 months

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Hey besties, as you have likely noticed-—I haven't really been active. Truth be told, I had a pretty bad depressive low followed by some really bad burn out that left me unable to do anything more than a few scattered short things here and there and even those took a lot of like energy to push myself to do. I've been in a very frustrated and restless place with my blog in the aftermath of this.

My drafts are stressing me out. Knowing that I owe shit and can't remember with who or where we were in the thread is stressing me out and kind of hindering any attempts at coming back and trying to be active again. Coupled with the typic Tumblr RPC thing of more or less having to rebuild your blog engagement from the ground up again after taking more than a few days off is very energy-consuming.

With that being said, I want to come back and be active and consistent again. I refuse to give up on this hobby and I love my little bastard man still. However, I think I'm going to have to make some significant changes going forward to make that happen.

DRAFTS.

Unless we have a multi-note and plotted thread going, assume they have been dropped. It's just too much to try and track everything down and remember where I was going with a lighter thread months ago or whatever when I was replying to it initially. It's making me freeze up and so nothing is getting done. Following this post, I'm going to be working on fully culling my drafts and likes of any threads I owe.

ASK MEMES.

I am going to be leaning on these heavily. Not much is changing here as this is my usual. I just will likely not be posting any more starter calls or attempting plotting calls or liking them. I'm going to be 99.9% ask meme interaction orientated. Any plotted or long form shit is going to be naturally pursued when I'm interested or have ideas instead of trying to force myself for the sake of it or because I feel expected to as I have in the past.

NEW THREADS.

Here is where I'm going to lose some of you. I'm going to be a burst RPer more than I have been in the past. That means I am going to be relying on shorter note interactions that may get dropped pretty quickly. I'm going to rely on no pressure threads that we can just mention and build off of in new interactions. A quick but gradual development through shorter lifespan threads, if you will. Sort of like climbing a lot of stairs to a certain point of development instead of trying to climb one giant mountain of a single heavy plotted thread at a time.

Does this mean I'm not going to do ANY plotted point A to point B threads? Nah. I'm just going to be very, very selective with them and I'm going to need both of us to be at the same level of passion, ig. Plotted shit and long term shit takes A LOT for me to keep going and so I need both of us to be 100% interested in the story and each other's characters, etc. I think, at this time, I only have 2-3 of those threads/storylines active.

NEW FOLLOWERS, NEW INTERACTIONS.

I'm not going to close myself off completely to following new people or taking on new followers...but I am done more or less screaming at walls or low key begging people to stop being anxious or intimidated and interact with me. I'm mega anxious myself but I do the bare minimum of being the first to send a meme, to like interaction calls, etc. If I am doing this and being the one to make the first step and I still don't receive any sort of energy returned...I'm dipping. I don't have the time or patience anymore to play chicken with people or to coax them into threading with me and I've caused myself plenty of issues in the past by trying to stick it out in the hopes things change.

IN SUMMARY

I know this portrays me as that dreaded flake RPer who starts shit and never finishes anything. I am hoping dearly that building off these unfinished threads will compensate for that lack of long form threading. I am aware this is going to not track with some of you as it's not an RPing format that is compatible with everyone and I accept that and I totally get it if some of you stop reaching out or unfollow or whatever. However, I'm going to be doing what I need to do in order to actually BE here. I'd rather be a tad bit of a flake but still get something done and enjoy this hobby somewhat instead of just sitting here frozen and getting nothing done because I don't want to be seen as a flake or dissuade people from interacting with me further.

Thank.

#(;psa)#cw long post #cleaning my likes and drafts and then maybe post a meme and see what else i can manage rn

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irresistiibles · 9 months

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this event is lowkey my child so i am super excited! i will be away for a few days of it since i'm flying to seattle on the 20th and coming back the 25th but i'll still have my computer and am optimistic i can still get a lot done. with that said beneath the cut is a starter/plot call! i am capping it at 4 per character and per mun, though if there is something you really want to do i may be able to expand. feel free to like to plot or just reply with what starters you want and i'll make it happen. definitely let me know who you want it from and for cause i hate making decisions. finally, though i'll still write this week i will probably be dropping pre-event threads once it actually starts. you can find a condensed post with the starters i owe HERE.

amber - went in willingly - open to death and injury

amber definitely wandered in here with lumine thinking it was something exciting. all things considered she's still kinda intrigued even being stuck within the maze. they'll be helping people out, and be a bit concerned, but in a still upbeat and cheery way. can bring good energy to people who need it

starters (2/4) - gnudy, eula lawrence

asami sato - went in willingly - open to injury and maybe death

to say she went in by choice isn't entirely accurate. her girlfriend wanted to go in and asami wasn't going to let her just wander in alone. asami is freaked out but also a little used to weird stuff, and does have a gun with her. another one who will be helpful as needed.

starters (0/4)

ciel phantomhive - was forced in by magic - open to injury

yeah he's not the type to go in a corn maze even if it didn't just pop up over night, unless he has to and has his demon butler with him. since neither of things were true ciel had no intention of going anywhere near the maze and he's very unhappy to wind up there. he's not a great fighter and tires quickly, he's got a weapon he barely knows how to use, and will be trying his best to keep himself alive. he could probably use some help, though he would be the type to turn on others to save himself

starters (2/4) - lizzie midford, blaine anderson

columbina - was forced in by magic - open to injury

she probably found the whole idea intriguing but from a distance. she's not the type to get mad or upset even in the worst of situations, and honestly would not blame anyone wandering the maze who saw her creepy ass just sort of humming along as she goes and assumed she was a monster to fight.

starters (2/4) - alcina dimitrescu, henry creel

esther mckinnon - went in willingly - open to death and injury

honestly i think she entered just a tiny bit before the maze forced people in, her curiosity finally getting the better of her. esther is fully unaware, does not know how to use her magic, and is basically hoping to get by on good energy and a bottle of pepper spray. she could realistically use some help because otherwise she's not getting far here.

starters (3/4) - ethan mckinnon, marlene mckinnon, emmeline vance

glinda upland - was forced in by magic - open to injury and maybe death

yeah corn mazes are too outside in the dirt for her to have ever come in on her own. glinda is also not really a fighter, and only knows how to mostly use her magic to make defensive bubbles around herself. she's having a horrible time, probably is stuck there in heels, and really really wants to go home

starters (2/4) - cho chang, sella palpatine

gu zi - was forced in to magic - open to injury

i think he would consider going in but is a bit of a coward. if someone wants to say that they dragged him in though i would be happy to plot it. he's confused, scared, unhappy, and being a general cry baby about it. he is just absolutely not built for this please help.

starters (1/4) : sherlock holmes

inej ghafa - was forced in by magic dragged in by jesper - open to injury

no way in hell inej was entering a weird randomlly appearing corn maze of all things, and she's unhappy to have wound up here despite that fact. went in with jesper thinking it would be some quick childish thing and now here she is. she is pretty good at keeping herself safe, and her main priority is trying to find her friends, but she might help out others along the way.

starters (2/4) : kaz brekker, aelin galathynius

jin ling - went in willingly - open to death and injury

i was going to say he was forced in before i remembered jin ling is so good at walking into the worst situations ever without even thinking about it!! he's reckless and does not think and by the time he thought to hesitate going into this thing it was too late. he's also unaware so while he remembers some self defense skills his ability to fight is not nearly as good as it should be and he could be in a little trouble

starters (1/4) - nie ruizhi

lily evans - went in willingly - open to injury

unfortunately she and james were worried they were boring adults and decided to go explore in the worst way possible and now here they are. fortunately she is pretty decent with magic and self defense and is very used to the city's bullshit. her priorities and seeing if she can locate any of her friends and get the heck out of there but she will go and help others where she can.

starters (3/4) : lily luna potter, harriet hufflepuff, rubeus hagrid

luo qingyang (mianmian) - was forced in by magic - open to injury

she's so tired of this shit!! she kinda just wants to find a portion of the maze to camp in and roast some corn so people are welcome to join her for that plan because her desire to just wait this out is real. can fight and will try to help people however she can but god give her a break

starters (0/4)

madoka kaname - went in willingly - open to injury

another one who unfortunately just tends to walk into danger without thinking it through honestly. she probably thought it was just a surprise corn maze from the city and now here we are!! literally no way to defend herself beyond running and the worst right hook you've ever seen in your life and that will not stop her from throwing herself in danger to help others.

starters (1/4) - homura akemi

mei nianqing - was forced in by magic - open to injury and maybe death

this old man was not going to go anywhere near the corn maze!!! absolutely not are you kidding me! he's just trying to get back out again, though he was give (unwanted) advice to everyone he sees in a way that could maybe be considered helpful.

starters (0/4)

nico di angelo - was forced in by magic - open to injury

he knows a magic trap when he sees one and corn maze magically appearing reeks of magic trap. he's very capable of defending himself and even controlling some of the monsters wandering around so he can be a big help if you find him. though he's also very aware of death around him and may be feeling shitty because of how all too aware he will be of everyone dying in the maze.

starters (2/4) - bianca di angelo, hazel lavesque

nie huaisang - was forced in by magic - open to injury and maybe death

will be loudly crying until he finds someone who will help him through this whole thing! is also not mentally stable enough for any of this and may be very on edge!! be cautious around him i don't know what to expect from him so you shouldn't have any clue either.

starters (3/4) - jin guangyao, mo xuanyu, lan wangji

pearl - was forced in by magic

this is not pearl's scene at all but she is also very competent as a fighter and will probably be okay. she will be stressed rambling the whole time and stressing out everyone else around her as a result so there's that, but if you can deal with that she will be offering help. only one not really open to injury just because she's very hard to injure, but will happily involve her in someone else's injury or death plot

starters (2/4) - patch cipriano, dean winchester

princess zelda - was forced in by magic - open to injury

extremely confused and unhappy and stressed! zelda hates things she doesn't understand, and isn't much of a fighter, with only a little self defense training. she'll manage well in some of the more trap/survival areas but is going to have a very hard time dealing with monsters in the maze

starters (1/4) - patia por'co

roronoa zoro - went in willingly? - open to injury

i say he went in willingly but that's not entirely true. i'm so sure zoro was trying to head home one day and just wandered in to the maze by mistake, and now has been stuck there for an extra day. he is luckily very good at fighting and surviving, but his sense of direction is absolutely horrible so please!! help him out! also might start fights with other people because like, he just assumes anyone who looks a little strange or dangerous could be a monster. he's a mess

starters (1/4) - nami

shang qinghua - was forced in by magic - open to injury and maybe death

he knows a setup when he sees one! if anyone is capable of breaking the fourth wall of rp it would be shang qinghua who absolutely knew the corn maze could mean nothing but trouble and stayed away from it as long as possible. he's doing his best but is an every man for himself type of guy unless you're one of the rare people he likes and he will trip others to get away from monsters.

starters (1/4) - shen qingqiu

shi qingxuan - went in willingly - open to injury and maybe death

unfortunately qingxuan was probably out drinking with some friends who thought it would be fun to check out the random corn maze and now here they are! so unhappy! so stressed! so screwed!! trying to help out here and there despite everything but i cannot promise any actual useful help here. if anything she is the one who desperately needs assistance.

starters (1/4) - samara palpatine

toph beifong - was forced in by magic - open to injury

toph, who can use their seismic sense to see blocks of areas at a time and noticed the way the maze was constantly shifting and changing immediately definitely got in here only to immediately turn to anyone nearby and hit them with "well, maze is fucked." she'll be fine despite that tbh and will probably wind up having some fun fighting things, but isn't even trying to get out because she knows that's kinda impossible until whatever magic shit is happening stops, and will tell others this is the case

starters (1/4) - katara

wirt - was forced in by magic - open to injury

just went from one autumn themed horror show to another and is extremely unhappy about it!! hopeful that maybe his brother is somehow somewhere in this maze but he's not feeling good about it. extremely anxious but powering through to the best of his ability. he can't fight but he is relatively smart and he really wants out of this maze!! so if that means working with others that is absolutely fine by him

starters (2/4) - dani dennison, marco del rossi

yin yu - was forced in by magic - open to injury and non memory changing death

so tired. so so tired. he's got a shovel for a weapon, the energy of a sad thirty year old who has given up on improving his life, and is just sort of trudging through accepting that this is the next shit show in his never ending list of ls in life. he tries to be a good guy, he'll help out where he can, but if there is a vibe check he is not passing it

starters (0/4)

zagreus - went in willingly - open to injury and non memory changing death

he's excited! he hasn't gotten to experience many human halloween's and walked straight in and honestly, has not entirely realized there's something wrong with the situation. he likes fighting, he spent a chunk of his life escaping a maze like underworld, so he's having fun and feeling right at home. will help people out but will also be chuckling the whole time about what a cool event this is and how nice it is for the city to do it.

starters (1/4) : drusilla keeble

zhongli - went in willingly - open to injury and maybe death

this man is unfortunately the case of curiosity killed the cat. he knew it was probably a bad idea and walked in anyway! he's regretting it for sure since unaware zhongli can barely fight compared to aware zhongli, but he does have a level head and a very smart way of thinking, so he'll be getting by and repressing his emotions so he doesn't have to feel shaken until he escapes somehow

starters (1/4) - rowena ravenclaw

#the way i debate more characters while also taking seven years to do these calls as it is #hw: starter call #hw: plot call #hwevent16 #death mention tw #injury mention tw

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sadisticfervor · 10 months

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so be a little mean!! curious abt ur advice

Alright I'll bite. For starters, a lot of this is originated in personal taste; there's no separating that from the point

1. Get underwear in a color other than grey. I know it's common/easy/cheap/shows off the bulge. It just doesn't match to any skin tone well

2. Don't use a picrew pfp if you can help it. Use credited art, even. I cannot tell apart at a glance two people with the same picrew pfp, my facial recognition is shit enough as it is

3. Initiate. Try again, fail again, try again, fail better. That's how you get better at anything, flirting included. The reason there are so many fewer doms/tops than subs/bottoms is because we as a group view subs/bottoms as the "desired" and doms/tops as the "desirer". Reject that paradigm, reach out to those that interest you and shoot your shot. Be okay with getting ignored or curved and move on. That's how everyone gets good at it.

4. When things get going - irl or just flirting online - don't expect tops/doms to do all the work! It's a tango, a dance for two. The people that I've really taken to talking to here almost certainly caught my interest from a. Initiating and/or b. Putting in their equal effort in the conversation.

5. It should go without saying - read boundaries first. If someone says they don't like DMs from non-mutuals, don't DM them if you're not a mutual. Earn their attention - asks if possible, replying, reblogging with tags, etc. You are owed nothing, and you owe nothing.

6. Be upfront with your own boundaries, and be okay with breaking it off if you need to.

I think that's most of what's on my mind. Lots of wildly different things going on but! Seriously, get underwear in any other color than grey.

#askterisk #advice tag

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virusinfected-memes · 1 year

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TIK TOK SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. 5 ;

85 starters. CW: cussing, sexual themes, violence. Some starters are just random quotes from Tik Tok creators, some starters are from Tik Tok trends that have popped up over the past year or so. The original sources of these trends are from various memes, shows, songs, and other popular media. Feel free to change words and pronouns as needed! [PARTS: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4]

"Alright, on your knees, mortal scum! You stand in the presence of _____!"

"Always remember: you may not be able to change the past, but you can still ruin the future."

"Am I ever gonna get it?"

"And if you call me a bitch, make sure to put 'sensitive' in front of it."

"And I keep my side of the street clean. You wouldn't know what I mean."

"But I can't forgive you."

"But I don't want to stay in the middle."

"Can I get a kiss? And can you make it last forever?"

"Come out and haunt me."

"Did I mistake you for a sign from God?"

"Don't be ridiculous, _____. Everybody wants this."

"Don't try to find me."

"Do you ever just have this deep seated desire to bother people? I have clown blood."

"Do you think I'm fragile?"

"Do you wanna dance, baby?"

"Everybody wants to rule the world."

"Get in, sparkle farts! We got chaos to spread!"

"Help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure."

"Honey, I love you. I think you're a terrific girl. But you have clothes like a fucking dickhead."

"I can't take Benadryl because I owe the Hat Man money and I don't want to see him."

"I didn't know I could love something this much until I laid my eyes on you."

"I don't ever wanna see you and I never wanna miss you again."

"I don't need to be fixed. I need to be rebuilt."

"If you touch that again, I shall kill you right now. Do not touch this! This is a 'no touching' zone!"

"I got nothing to lose."

"I guarantee I gotcha'."

"I have not behaved one single day of my life. Not one single day have I behaved and I'm fine."

"I just can't say goodbye."

"I just heard a butt-curdling scream."

"I know that violence is not the answer, but... Yes, it is."

"I know you see me looking at you on the daily."

"I know you want me."

"I love that Netflix was like, "OoOoh, we're gonna reduce your quality to 480p if you don't pay us more!" Like, bruh... I come from the land of 144p Naruto episodes cut into sixteen parts on YouTube. 480 is luxury. 480 is bouge."

"I'm absolutely a danger to my own mental health."

"I'm comin' back for you, baby."

"I mean, look at this thing! I can't imagine a more beautiful thing."

"I mean, what if I don't want to live the way you live?"

"I might be broke as hell tomorrow, but that's alright, 'cause I'm that bitch today."

"I might kill my ex. Not the best idea."

"I'm in a trance lately."

"I'm not going to nap. I'm just going to rest my eyes and clench my teeth for a little while."

"Im not like other girls. I'm worse."

"I'm one of those witches, babe."

"I'm sorry, but I'm just thinking of the right words to say."

"I'm the love witch. I seduce men with my spells, my potions, my eyes, and my body."

"I'm tired of working on myself. I will now be unapologetically insane."

"I never make the same mistake twice. I make it, like, six or seven times."

"In my dreams, I'm making you pasta and nothing bad has happened to us yet."

"I said I wasn't gonna be judgmental, but fuck it. I'm sick, I have an excuse."

"I think I like when it rains."

"It's already too late for you to try and run away."

"It's me. Hi. I'm the problem, it's me."

"I want to get on my broomstick and fly away with my kitty to another city to work on my witch powers, then live with a pregnant woman who owns a bakery and start a delivery service."

"I want to go to there."

"I was at about six there. You don't wanna see me go to ten."

"Mortals, behold! The glory of the kill is mine!"

"No, I don't think you understand. I'm obsessed."

"Normalize being a sleepyhead. It's okay to be eternally trapped within the realm of ancient dreams."

"Nothing ever lasts forever."

"Not working out? Not eating right? Fucked up sleep schedule? You aren't depressed. You're on your way to achieving tremendous arcane power. Become the wizard you were meant to be."

"Oh, you think the b-word's offensive? You should hear what I say in the Call of Duty lobbies."

"Okay, I don't know how you went this long without knowing this, but there are people out there who create original Sonic the Hedgehog characters, and often those characters fuck."

"Okay, well, what you said was some bullshit. That's what it is."

"Okay... Why'd you have to fucking bring that up?"

"One kiss is all it takes."

"Something horrible is happening inside of me and I don't know why."

"So you're telling me if I killed your family, you wouldn't be my friend anymore?"

"Take a swing. Here's my neck."

"The next time you feel lazy, remember that laziness is a puritanical myth based on the sin of idleness and is used to oppress people into forced labor."

"There are currently no bug-dragon dual type Pokémon, but I wanna share a few insects that I think would make good candidates for being the first."

"They keep on asking me who is he."

"What are you gonna do with that? You gonna hit me? Better make it count. Better make it hurt. Better kill me with one shot."

"Whatever I've done, I did it for love."

"Which was more culturally significant? The Renaissance... or 'Single Ladies' by Beyoncé?"

"Who wants to look simple when you can look stunning?"

"Why do I keep getting attracted?"

"Why don't you sit right down and stay a while?"

"Why do we keep telling people who aren't freaky that they're vanilla? Vanilla is the freakiest flavor. Like, look at ice cream, for example. It goes good with all of the toppings. Vanilla doesn't care who you pair it up with, so long as they get on top. I aspire to be as slutty as vanilla is. Also, if you are a slut, what flavor of ice cream are you, bitch? Pistachio? Neo-political? That's fucking disgusting."

"Will I get over it? No. But life goes on."

"Yeah, I'm gay. Good at Yu-Gi-Oh."

"Yes, I am doing blasphemy! Yes!"

"You better fix my entire life, you little shit."

"You can't keep me waiting."

"You might play the same games as me, but I play them in a far worse and more unskilled way than you ever will."

"You're just being cynical."

#ask meme #roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #rp meme #rp prompt #rp starters #rp sentence starters #sentence starters #tik tok #* mine

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piffany666 · 8 months

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Ok just one more punk progeny won't hurt ~

Chapter 3: consent (part 2)

(Disclaimer: treasure and Bright eyes are the same person in this fic so just assume 3 things before reading, 1: Bright knows Porter is a vampire and vise versa, 2: I can't afford patrion but I do know what happend In the BA so if you have seen it just assume that they did bite each other they just didn't drink each others blood, 3: Bright dosnt know that Porter is a solaire. Got it? Ok)

TW. Mentions of mental health issues, abandonment issues and Foster care. Bright is ftm trans and uses he/him pronouns

Vincent and Bright had interacted before but not enough for Vincent to not feel nervous about talking to him. Especially about this.

William had told him what happened with Bright and that his answer was that he'd 'think about it'.

Now obviously Vincent wasn't going to sway him one way or the other,

But William had given him the vampire equivalent of 'dad's belt' for gossiping and causing that meeting with Bright to happen earlier than expected.

Besides, Vincent saw how egger William was to take in Bright so he just wanted to show Bright just how sweet this deal could be for him.

If he could just pluck up the courage to just walk over to him!

Just then, Vincent noticed Bright was stretching and groaning in a way that suggested he was stiff or in pain.

The perfect conversion starter.

"Ruff night?"

Bright turned his head towards him.

"Hmm? No actually, I had a great night"

He said this but still stretched out across the common room's couch.

Vincent knew what that meant, of course he did, he was Vincent!

"Yeah?~"

He didn't know where this 'small talk' was going but he was genuinely intrigued.

"Yeah. Went out, fully intended on getting wasted after a long and confusing day but then ran into some old friends and I hate getting drunk in front of people I know, so I got stuck as their double D-"

"Their what?"

"Double D, designated driver"

"Oooohh! OK continue"

"So yeah I got stuck, sober, then all of a sudden this guy comes up to me, lays it on real thick, so we started talking and I'm sure you of all people can figure out what happened after that"

"Wow good for you"

Bright hadn't told anyone this but he had met some of his and Fred's old friends from before....yeah.

You'd think they would have been a little bit concerned considering he and Fred had been 'missing' for ages now, but no.

When he finally sees his old 'friends' again....they didn't even care.

And yet, he still felt like he owed them for leaving and never coming back, so that's why he endured being their DD.

But a certain someone recently taught him that he didn't need to do that anymore.~

"He was also a vampire, which was kinda cool"

"Well I'm glad your mingling with vampires other than Sam and Fred"

There was a moment of silence between the two but then Vincent reminded himself of why he started talking to him in the first place.

"Speaking of mingling with other vampires, I heard about what happened with William"

Bright didn't answer

"And I also know I'm kinda what caused it so I came over here to apologise, it wasn't my news to tell, I'm sorry"

Bright's face went a lot colder than it was before but he still answered him, only he didn't look him in the eyes.

"It's cool, whatever..."

"Well I got the vampire equivalent of 'dad's belt' for gossiping about it so I thought I'd make it up to you"

Bright's face sofend with curiosity.

Vincent continued

"I thought it would be a good idea if I showed you what perks being a solaire Prince comes with"

"Wait-wait-wait!....Prince?"

Vincent held back a smirk.

"Yeah, William is the vampire king so becoming his progeny would make you a Prince, like me. I mean he's not your maker so you probably won't have the same level status as me or alexis but you'll still be classed as 'Prince'".

Bright eyes stared, starstruck. He remembered being a kid, running around with the "other girls" who were all dressed up like princesses, laughing and screaming with him chasing after them. He got yelled at for it later but he just didn't want to be a Princess.

He wanted to be a Prince.

And now, years later, literally after death,

He can be.

"Huh....I guess I never realised that..."

"Well It can be pretty cool, and since your considering it, I thought I'd give you a rundown on what it's like"

"What dose that mean...?"

"It basically just means,

Do you wanna go shopping with me?"

Vincent realised that this was a really long winded way of asking him that.

Bright then looked dead serious and got up from the couch, looked him in the eyes and said

"Vincent, I'm a gay, trans man who grew up with f*k all money

Of course I want to go shopping with you".

"Isn't she gorgeous?"

Bright looked In awe at the car Vincent was showing him.

He whistled

"Sweet ride"

"I know!"

He was smiling ear to ear.

"Wanna ride IN it?"

Vincent jingled the keys

"Can I drive?"

After Bright asked that, Vincent no short of belly laughed.

It took him a moment to pull himself together, but when he eventually managed to stop laughing he looked at Bright and coldly said

"NO"

Vincent opened the car and Bright slid in after him.

The sun had just gone down.

Bright still hadn't gotten used to the whole 'sleep-all-day-and-stay-up-all-night' deal. Usually he was a master at the 'stay-up-all-night' part but not so much the latter.

And considering what happened last night...let's just say he wasn't exactly 'Bright eyed and bushy tailed'.

"Could we get coffee while we're there (Wherever we're going)"

"Yeah of course"

Vincent wanted to avoid awkward silence as much as possible, he also genuinely wanted to get to know him, the real him.

Not the one Sam had told him about.

Besides

It could be cool...having a little brother.

"Sooo...your 'thinking about' being William's progeny?"

"Yep"

.....

"Can I ask why?"

Bright sighed

"Well it's like this, I hate being Sam's progeny, it sucks! Nothing I do is ever enough and whenever I get mad or frustrated that I'll never be as good a vampire as Fred HE gets mad at ME because it's my fault...its all my fault...

But it's not like I don't know that and it's not like apologising is gonna fix anything...."

Vincent took a moment to take all this in.

From what Sam had told him, Bright was just a punk with a bad attitude who couldn't accept the blame for what happened at wonderworld and was a jerk to everyone.

But that's not what Vincent saw.

He just saw himself.

Or who he used to be.

Bright had accepted that what happened was his fault, he just didn't think apologising would do anything.

"So...why not take the offer right away?"

He really didn't want to seem like he was trying to swing him one way or the other, he just wanted to know why he wouldn't, since he hated Sam and Fred so much.

"Because....im used to being passed around from person to person, I hate it. I don't want to be reminded of that feeling again. Especially if William at some point figure's out that I'm not the little broken kid he clearly thinks I am, cos to be honest,

I really am the worst"

.....

"What do you mean...your used to it?"

"Oh! I'm a Foster kid"

He said this much more casually than he did just previous statement.

That did make a lot of sense to Vincent though, and it did clear up a lot. However his reason for why he won't take up William's offer was... worrying.

But low self esteem was definitely something William could help with.

Most of Bright's problems could probably be solved by this agreement.

But that wasn't for Vincent to say.

"Well...im sorry"

"Don't be, its cool......your cool"

Vincent looked at him but he was facing the window

He chuckled.

"So what did you think of William?"

Bright perked up but then looked embarrassed

"Hes cool too..."

"Uh huh, hes been known to have this...power over 'troubled vampire youth'"

Bright scoffed

"I guess...there was just something about him that made me want to-"

"Trust him? Respect him?"

"Yeah! What's up with that?! Does he have like a....genetic dominance over other vampires or something?! I respect NO ONE THAT quickly!"

Vincent began laughing at his sudden outburst

"No, hes just kinda...like that I guess. It pissed me off SO much when I first became his progeny, but you don't seem as upset about it"

"Yeah well...its like I said

He was cool".

Vincent wanted to go on but by now they had reached the parking spot of their location.

"OK looks like we're here, get out"

They both left the car, Bright waited by the car as Vincent paid for the spot.

It looked like this was a regular spot for him

And probably Lovely too, thought Bright.

When Vincent came back from paying, Bright and him walked into the mall.

"So, coffee,"

"Oh god yes"

As soon as they stepped into the building, a Starbucks was waiting for them.

Bright practically ran up to it, put his hands on the counter and asked for a caramel macchiato with as many shots as they were legally allowed to put in.

When Vincent caught up to him he made his order and sat down at the nearest table, Bright joined him.

"So, based on that order I'm guessing the whole 'up all night and sleep all day' thing has been kicking your ass?"

"Keen observation, but aren't we suppose to not talk about that sort of stuff in public?"

Vincent shrugged then gestured towards their surroundings

"Bright, look around, it's getting late and no one is here! Besides vampires have....culturally been known to ummm not ignore covert but....bend the rules a lil"

"Huh...?"

"It's like that one bad stereotype that is completely true"

"Here are your orders guys!"

The batista gave them their drinks after they both thanked her.

They took a minute of silence just to indulge in their drink of choice.

Vincent was way more comfortable around Bright then he was before actually getting to know him.

From what Sam had said, he had assumed he'd be more....hostile....? But he wasn't, he was just like any other newborn but with the added angst of abandonment issues and god knows what else.

After Bright had taken a few sips he looked up at Vincent

"So what's the actual plan here? Like yeah we're at the mall but WHERE are we going?"

"Well I just thought we'd hit my usual spots, clothes shopping, maybe get some snacks and then head down to 711 or something"

Bright nodded.

"OK so basically everything you do with Lovely? Got it"

"Y-yeahh but please don't phrase it like that, it would be a lil weird considering who you would be to me if you agree"

Bright shot him a look of confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Well" Vincent took another sip from his coffee "there's this general consensus that a mentor is supposed to act as a parental figure to their progeny, which means there progenys are kinda like siblings, at least that's how most of us view it...thats how I view it"

Bright paused. He had had many 'parental figures' throughout his life, none of them were ever permanent or knew how to handle him and his attitude.....why would this be any different?

He had also, as a result, had many siblings, but next to all of them were younger than him and if they weren't they were always older sisters.

He'd never had an older brother before.

"So...William's like your dad?"

"Yeah but just don't ever call him 'father' ok?"

Vincent seemed serious, it made Bright eyes a little nervous

"O-ok why?"

"He gets super defensive about how he's not a father"

"O-oh, yeah, right"

Bright's head hung a little but he didn't know why.

He didn't want another failed attempt at a father figure to be added to the list so why was he-

Vincent interrupted his train of thought when he tilted his head down to be at eye level with Bright

"But he IS like a 'dad' he will always tell you that".

Bright's head perked back up, still not knowing quite why

"But thats only if you agree that is now come on you can finish that on the way, I have a shopping craze that needs to be satisfied"

Bright got up, sipping his coffee along the way, then a smirk crawled on his face as a thought popped into his head.

"Hey you got turned when you were like 2 years older than me right?"

Vincent looked back at him, worried where this conversation was going.

"Y-Yeah why?"

The smirk got wider

"So do you shop at forever 21?"

After saying this he bust out laughing

"Oh you lil shit come here!"

Vincent said playfully.

He lunged for him but Bright ducked and ran, Vincent followed on.

There was basically on one there, it was like back in the old days when Bright and Fred would check out abandoned buildings together.

For the first time in ages, Bright didn't let that memory bother him, he just ran and howled playfully with Vincent on his tail.

And it was awesome.

After a while the two got out of breath, but Vincent caught up to him and not very hard and with little effort, pushed him to the ground.

They both just laughed for a moment, Bright still on the floor.

"OK OK you've had your fun, now come on, up"

He extended his hand towards him but he got up without it, not in any rude way Vincent just figured he didn't need help.

"So we ran past a couple of the shops I had in mind, wanna WALK back to them?"

"Yeah sure"

They went into the first clothing shop they saw and started browsing.

After a while, Vincent noticed Bright trying on a couple of accessories, chains, hats, shades ect.

"You thinkn of actually buying some of those?"

"Oh god no, some of these prices could pay for the second half of my surgery, I could never afford this!"

A smirk crawled on Vincent's face, he had been waiting for this moment.

"Oh, you think YOU'RE paying for these?"

Bright's head turned towards him so fast the shades he was wearing fell off his head and onto his face, covering his eyes.

He slowly lifted them back up then asked

"Come again?"

Vincent then reached into his wallet and pulled out what could only be described as a 'fan of credit and debit cards'.

Bright was flabbergasted.

"Dare I even ask? You aren't a stripper are you?"

Vincent gave a one note laugh.

"Ha! No no no this is just a solaire thing. What you didn't think Prince was synonymous with rich?"

Bright pulled himself together and stepped closer to him and sheepishly took one of the cards and went up to the desk to pay for the accessories he had on.

Vincent watched on and smiled to himself.

After no short of ransacking as many places as they wanted, the two left the mall but left the car where it was.

"Umm, what about your car?"

"Hm? Oh! Were just going around the corner"

It was pich black outside, when they turned a corner the only sorce of light....was the 711 stood before them.

It looked almost holy and it might as well have been with the way Vincent was gazing at it.

After a moment of watching Vincent bask in its glory, Bright felt a sharp pull on his sleeve and was pulled into the store.

Bright didn't exactly appreciate being pulled around so when they passed the threshold, he snatched his hand back.

"OK JD keep your pants on, it's just 711"

"I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that because I've enjoyed our night so far. Now follow me"

"OK but I can walk on my own"

Bright followed him through the aisle, 'freeze your brain' now firmly stuck in his head.

Coincidentally enough, when Vincent stopped, Bright was met with the infamous slushy machine.

"You literally dragged me here...for slushys?"

"No I did not 'JuSt DrAg YoU oUt HeRe FoR sLuShYs' I brought you here to enjoy some ice cold liquid gold, after a long and and eventful night! Now pick your flavour, come meet me at the counter and go outside so we can sit on the sidewalk and chill!"

"OK OK, gezz"

Bright picked up a cup and pressed the blue raspberry and cola flavours.

Vincent went round the corner to get more snacks so Bright did what he was told and went up to the counter.

Vincent came back with his 'supplies' and slushy in hand.

He paid and they both went outside.

Vincent took a big gulp (hehe) of his slushy and listened to the silence for a while.

Until Bright eyes spoke up

"Do you think I should do it?"

"Do what...?"

"Agree to be William's progeny?"

Vincent hesitated.

He did have a lot of fun today, Bright wasn't a bad kid and he could tell that William liked him a lot.

But this wasn't about him.

"Well...I know you and Sam don't get along, I also know that kind of person William is and yeah being a solaire dose come with its perks

But I don't think I should sway you one way or the other.

Listen, I know this must sound bullshit but when I was first turned by him, I was so much like you that it kinda scares me"

"Oh f*k off"

"No, I'm serious. I had the same realationship with William as you have with Sam. So if I were you, knowing what I know now, I'd stay with Sam....but I'm not you and I don't think that thats really what you want"

Bright sighed and took a swig of his slushy.

"Yeah well...I think I'm still gonna marinate on it, ask around a bit maybe get to know you guys better"

"That sounds good"

That's way more than I did, thought Vincent.

"It's so funny to me, you'd think me and Sam would get along better considering how much we have in common"

At first Vincent thought he was being sarcastic but then he thought about it, then he asked

"Wait.....what are you talking about?"

"Oh yeah I forgot everyone leaves this part out....

You know what happend in wonderworld right? Sam told you?"

"Y-yeah"

"Well...you know that he was turned by Sam and that Fred turned me but what no one seems to know or care about.....is that I didn't want him to. I wanted him to stop. I didnt know exactly what he was doing but I couldn't. Make him. Stop.

Who knew being turned without consent was a big 'no no' am I right? I only found that out after it happened. Anyway its getting late or I suppose early, I can finish this I the car, you coming to or what?"

Bright stood up and walked towards the car but Vincent just sat there trying to take in everything that was just said.

Why did no one tell him that? Why dose no one know about that?! And how long was it before he found out that that wasn't OK?....

All these questions flooded Vincent's mind but he snapped out of it when he saw Bright waiting alone by the car.

What could he possibly say after that....?

The car journey back was deadly silent. Vincent realised why he was so scared to talk to Bright in the first place. He was worried that Sam was wrong about him, scared that all the things that Sam seemed to hate about him were just the same things HE did back then, scared that William would-

"Oh man I love this song!"

His spiraling, intrusive thoughts were interrupted by the sound of "dear Maria count me in" and by Bright's excitement when it started playing.

Vincent began to smile, he let himself ignore what Bright said before and let the sound of his voice overshadow the sound of his mind.

Eventually the two were belting it out together, Vincent lowered his roof and Bright stood up in his car, hands up, still singing as loud as he could.

That crazy kid.

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