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lancermylove · 3 years

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Teenager MC 5: Little Misfortune (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x Reader, platonic.

Warning: Contains spoilers from Little Misfortune!

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: I am in love with your teenager MC series for obey me. I wanted to ask if you can make one with everybody where MC gets turn into a cute child, however, she acts like the little girl from the game Little Misfortune. I can’t help but wonder their thoughts and reaction to this. Especially if the MC talks about Mr.Voice. 😂 I hope life is treating you well😊❤️🙏😘🤗

A/N: ANON, I love Little Misfortune! This is such a cute request!! TY for sending this in. ❤️ Life is treating me as usual, but I am hoping 2021 is better! 😊 Hope things are going well with you~.

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Lucifer

His immediate reaction when you called out to him: since when did a child start living in the House of Lamentation?

The Avatar of Pride was alarmed to see a mini version of you. His thought after seeing you: someone is trying to play a prank. MAMMOOON

"Luci, Mr. Voice told me I am going to die today and asked me to play a game. He says if I win, I can get eternal happiness."

Your words didn't sit well with him as he started to question you about this, Mr. Voice. Lucifer assumed that Mr. Voice was a demon attempting to play tricks with your mind.

Has this happened before in Devildom? No. Do strange unexplained things happen in Devildom? YES.

He didn't want to take a chance, especially considering what the disembodied voice said about your death.

"Why exactly do you wish to find eternal happiness? Are you unhappy here?"

"No, I want to find eternal happiness and give it to Luci."

Lucifer found your unexpected response endearing. But, he warned you to ignore Mr. Voice.

While you ran around his study curiously examining everything, Luci worked to find a way to reverse the spell.

In no time, you were back to your teen self.

"Thank you for thinking of me," Lucifer touched your cheek and kissed the top of your head, "but if you find eternal happiness, then you should keep it for yourself. You deserve it."

Mammon

His immediate reaction: one of his witch "friends" was getting back at him for something.

"Mammon, Mr. Voice asked me if I want to play a game with him. What should I do?"

The Avatar of Greed was confused and questioned you about Mr. Voice. Mammon looked around the room and scratched his head. "You didn't eat anything funny, did you?"

Then, you told him about your death and finding eternal happiness. "I want eternal happiness for Mammon...give him all the money in the world!"

Even though you said the magic word money, all Mammon heard was I am going to die today.

He dropped to his knees and embraced you tightly. "I don't want any money if it means losing you."

Mammon was upset. He didn't want to lose you, and he wasn't going to spare the person responsible for doing this to you.

Until he found the person, though, Mammon told you to ignore Mr. Voice.

He stayed with you 24/7 until you got back to normal, and even after that, Mammon made sure that no demon messed with you, especially not Mr. Voice.

Asmo

You entered his room while throwing glitter in the air. "A little sparkle for you, a little sparkle for you, and a little sparkle for me!"

"Sweetie? You look so adorable!" Asmo scooped you in his arms and embraced you close. "But, did someone cast a spell on you?"

Instead of answering his question, you said, "Mr. Voice, don’t say that about Asmo. I like him, his pretty eyes, his hair, his smile, and his clothes."

Asmo looked around confused and asked you who you were talking to. When you explained to him, Asmo wasn't sure how to react, but something told him that Mr. Voice was most likely a demon trying to mess with you.

"Mr. Voice asked me to play a game with him."

Asmo shook his head. "Forget about Mr. Voice and play dress up with me instead!"

While you were busy raid through Asmo's makeup, he contacted Solomon and told him about the situation.

"Btw, Solomon, no need to rush. Sweetie looks so cute, and I want to spend more time with her mini version."

Satan

His immediate reaction: how adorable.

Satan thought that you touched a cursed spell book and got turned into a child.

He doesn't think much of it until you mentioned Mr. Voice and said, "Mr. Voice says I shouldn't trust you. You may get angry and hurt me."

Satan was upset, but he asked you about Mr. Voice. Not wasting any time, the Avatar of Wrath threatened Mr. Voice and asked him to leave you alone.

He now thought that a demon was trying to play tricks on you.

While you read one of his picture books, he tried to find a spell to cure you.

Once you are back to normal, he asked, "Are you scared of me? You know I won't hurt you, right?"

After you leave, Satan went on a hunt for Mr. Voice. Let's just say that Morgo is not going to bother anyone again, especially not you.

Levi

His immediate reaction: you look cute, but... first we had to take care of a teen, and now we have to take care of a child. Could the universe make things any harder? Yes, of course, it can.

Levi sat you in a spare chair and let you watch him play video games, but then he heard you talking to Mr. Voice.

"Mr. Voice?" Levi thought that name sounded familiar, and when you told him in detail, he had a déjà vu moment.

"EH? You can hear a voice that is trying to tell you to play a game for eternal happiness? Don't tell me that he also said you were going to die today!"

"Levi, how did you know? Can you read my mind? Yikes forever!"

Great, the universe wanted to make things even harder for him. Now he will have to leave his room and be your Benjamin. Maybe he should wear his fox onesie while he's at it.

So, a fox-onesie-clad Levi ended up rescuing you from Morgo's clutch and found a way to get you back to normal.

Beel

Beel thought you were the cutest being in the universe, and he immediately put you on his shoulders, carrying you around everywhere.

He took you out for food and all sorts of desserts, but then you mentioned Morgo. "Beel, Mr. Voice says that eating this much is bad for me. You are a bad influence."

He was far from happy hearing this. How could anyone say that eating was bad for you? How dare someone say that eating is bad!

After getting you back home safely and leaving you under Lucifer’s care, the Avatar of Gluttony went on a hunt to find Mr. Voice.

And when he did, Beel nearly ate Morgo whole.

Moral of the story: don’t tell the...THE Avatar of Gluttony that eating is bad.

Belphie

Huh? Mr. Voice? Eternal happiness? What is she talking about?

Belphie didn't react as his mind was occupied with something else: small child + needing to sleep + Belphie nap time = cuddle partner. So, instead of working about Mr. Voice, Belphie asked you to take a nap with him.

"Belphie, Mr. Voice won't let me sleep..."

"Ignore him and only pay attention to me." He even hummed you a tune to get you to fall asleep.

By the time nap time was over, you were back to your original self.

Belphie asked if you could still hear Mr. Voice. If you could, he knew he was going to have to do something.

"Who is Mr. Voice?"

The Avatar of Sloth chuckled, "You need to sleep more. Sleep makes everything better."

Diavolo

He has no idea how a human child managed to enter Devildom. Only when he paid close attention to your face did he realize who you were.

Diavolo found you to be irresistibly adorable. He was all smiles until you suddenly said, "But Mr. Voice, I like Diavolo! He's not a bad guy."

The King of Demons was baffled until you told him about Mr. Voice's game.

"How about I join you? We can go on an adventure together." He joined in the hunt for eternal happiness without any worries in the world.

"Mr. Voice, are you curious about him? Diav is my friend! He is also the King of Demons and the ruler of Devildom."

Diavolo smiled and remained silent.

"Huh? Mr. Voice? Where did you go? Mr. Voice?"

Diavolo laughed, finding this amusing. Once the two of you returned to the castle, he asked Barbatos to watch over you.

The King of Demons appeared behind Morgo and chuckled menacingly, "So, you were trying to take her soul, huh?"

That day Morgo realized the meaning of true fear.

Barbatos

He was stunned to see you as a child but found your mini version to be cute.

"Barb, are you making dessert? Can I have some?"

While the demon butler prepared your dessert, he heard you talking to yourself. Your actions don't alarm him as kids are known to have imaginary friends.

"Mr. Voice, am I really going to die today?"

That line was enough to alert Barbatos. After making the dessert and watching you eat it, he found a way to get you back to normal.

He pressed you about Mr. Voice, but you told him that you didn't know anyone by the name of Mr. Voice.

When Barbatos researched Morgo, he found something very amusing. "A demon posing as the devil? How interesting..."

Simeon

His immediate reaction: My god, you look precious.

Simeon couldn't get enough of your mini version, but something bothered him. It almost left like there was a dark presence around you. Was someone trying to harm you?

"Oh really? But, Mr. Voice, I like angels, especially Simeon!"

"Mr. Voice?" Hearing you say that made Simeon feel even more uneasy. When he learned about the disembodied voice, Simeon turned on his guardian angel mode.

He held your hands and prayed to the heavens, asking the heavenly powers to protect you.

Before Morgo vanished, he appeared behind you, catching Simeon off guard.

After asking Solomon to help lift the curse and making sure that you were back to normal, Simeon went to talk to Diavolo and Lucifer.

The King of Demons and Luci were supposed to protect you, especially from demons. Let's just say that both Diav and Luci were speechless after getting lectured by Simeon.

Luke

Luke panicked when he saw you, but at the same time, he was secretly happy that there was someone shorter than him.

He started acting like your big brother and became your personal bodyguard; he took you everywhere he went and made sure to hold onto your hand.

When you told him about Mr. Voice, the angel immediately informed Simeon about it.

While the older angel worked with Solomon to figure out the mystery of Morgo while you bonded with Luke.

When Solomon and Simeon returned, they found you and Luke cuddled on the couch fast asleep. You with your head on his shoulder while his head rested on top of yours.

"Why don't we let her stay this way for a little while longer?" Simeon smiled.

Solomon

As soon as you appeared in front of Solomon, he knew he had to find a cure. But the sorcerer was curious about the curse inflicted on you.

How did you get this curse and who is responsible? Also, why are you shrouded in darkness?

He didn't waste any time and started looking for a way to lift the spell, but he was distracted by your tiny version. Your fun-size self + throwing sparkles everywhere + twirling around = too cute to resist.

Oh, he was going to have fun teasing you about this when you get back to your teen self.

Then, he heard you talking to Mr. Voice and figured that a demon was trying to trick you.

"A demon that can trick people and lure them? I wonder if the demon would make a pact with me." Cause 72 demons just isn’t enough.

After getting you back to your teen self, Solomon thought his job for the day was done. Then, he looked around his room - his glitter-covered room.

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bluebox-42 · 3 years

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I'm going to embarrass myself for science

I did shots for my 21st birthday. And decided to take notes because that's what I do. Here are the completely unaltered notes. May they be useful for writing or at least enjoyable to read.

Personal experience:

Coordination definitely shot but my instinct is that it isn’t, def. bad

There is a layer between and the world, might be nice if I didn’t crave a sense of control

-I meant between me and the world, is that my coordingation not working or something else?

Less instinct to censor, but still an ability

-might be cause I don’t want to get super drunk and am therefore not experiencing maximum drunkenness, but if my character has high tolerance might be fine

-also people might just take alcohol as an excuse

Thank god for autocorrect, again the lack of coordingation is real even I my instinct is that it is not

-later addition: might be interesting storywise? Maybe not

-is that a autism thing (thing took three tries to spell) or a practicing metacognition thing being able to tell I mean

-not having double vision, is that a real thing? Do autistic people not have it?

-I am having trouble tracking, prob. Because my lazy eye. Still no double vision

-this is maybe 7 shots in 3ish hours. I drank when there was a murder scene in Deadpool 2 nd that’s also how I timed it. The 7this the limit in terms of making coordination much worse. And the things below

-limbs are heavy, so is my head

-probably my reacctions are slower, hard to tell they are always shit

9- now everything is vague, I am forgetting things once they happen, still not double vision, just inability to describe things. I said forget, but it’s more like they fade into vagueness

-quiets the part of my brain that is analysing and double analysing everything social or otherwise

-now my vision is swimming

-alright that’s it I can’t do this anymore

-might take notes on a hangover, that’s probably not gonna be fun but I am curious so I want to experience it once.

-things that should be obvious aren’t? Like I it took a full minute to remember the container I took in case I vomited

-brain fog I can not stress this enough

-important to mention I am barely 5 1 and 138ish pounds

-the ringing in my ears got loud once it got quiet is that normal???

- I keep throwing my phone sorta, like I dropped it in the trash and keep losing it when I swing my arm

-one burden of inhibition gone, but I am still careful not to be a

-thought I typed out a swear wtf?

-I am on mobile right now, can’t disable autocorrect And I just now realised I shojld

-assume it took two tries at least to write any two syllable + word and sometimes one syllable ods

X-I am pbserving myself like a creature jn an exhibit lmao

-Everything feels lime a dream which might be liberating if I wasn't reminding myself it isn't constantly

- copied from discord, feels super.important

Oh the only none shot I drank was a cup of green tea. Might be important if I feel up to hangover notez

Is my executive dysfunction worse? Took 30 lminutes to turn off lights

-distance from my emotions is nice

Keep letting gravity throw.my head down is that a stjm?

-still spuraling (is this real or fake am I acting) might be cause J lack distractions

Is this existential dread? I don’t like

Closing my lazy eye helps me read probably normal

Mobile word is awful

Part of me wants to say “it’s so dark” but duh I turned off the lights. Is this small talk?

I’ve been fighting the urge to type the letter AAAAAAAA until I sleep. That’s normal but it’s harder

I guess being drunk doesn’t make you less you just less afraid

I’s that bad? Philosophy

Should turn my scree Timeout down. Feel a important

Where’d I put the throw up thing (1 am)

Found it

PReading is ha4d takes so much energy to do. L

Staying up late I guess

Pr9bably good, don’t wanna vomit and choke. Is that real? l

I need to sleep

Holding phone above my head it keeps sswinging

Why do I do tthis

Things swimming a lot is this double vision?

Movie and tjerfore drinking stopped at ????? N0 later than 11:30

Worth noting I am just looking at my phone which is 3 inches from my face

I use suggestions when.the words are too f*cked up to be recognized

Takes 3 troes to do anything I hate it

I take frequent breake so my head stops(1:20)

*spinning how did I not get that

I wanna take good no5es but the whole “deliberate poisoning” f*cos it up

· Spelling is hard ph9ne keys are so smsll

· Again coordination I think it’s fine but then this happened

· The distance frpm myselg6 idb52 3real

o Lmao I can tell this is useless (1:26 am)

o M

o Can’t Agop lahfinf 1:2

o So great

Cant stop laughing (1:37l

My little bro checked on me he’s so sweet

Also my cackling kept him up oops

Why is alcohol a depressant officially

Is it more or less authentic tp spellvjevk myself??

-I wanna do it cause damm

Still can’t stop giggling (1:51 am) I hate it but it’s hilarious

Also something rises in my throat (154 am

Do they give Nobel prizes for whatever thiz is?

So actually this feels like hysterical laughter or maybe laughter at the futility of existence

Maybe that’s why it’s a depressant (206 am)

The less coherent I get the more I feel the need to timestamp

Might just be me

All of this is just me

I can’t stream of consviousnesd other peppleS tthoughts

This doesn’t feel real still. But for real goodnight 217 am

Really I can’t believe the things happening are really ggappsning

230 time is less sped up tjam before but also just realised I didn’t have much trouble walking to.my bedroom. Which I’ll get measurements for in the morning

BTW I make references to a character, that's for a fanfic I am probably not gonna write but that's tied up with my other notes so I can't remove it

#I can call it a lazy eye #Because the second I put an eyepatch on the other one it works #Go ahead and share this #drinking #alcohol #Turns out drinking doesn't make you racist #big shocker

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jq37 · 4 years

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The Report Card – Fantasy High Sophomore Year Ep 17

Then Perish (in which the Plot is Happening No Matter How Many Nat 20’s you Roll Ally Beardsley)

Strap in my dudes. It’s a wild one.

Last ep, we’d just entered the forest of the nightmare king and things went sideways pretty quickly. All of the non-familiar NPCs have been poofed away and Kalina is currently fully killing Kristen. Riz, recently cured by Kristen (something that seemed to genuinely distress Kalina), can hear Tracker getting further and further away from them in wolf form. He gives Kristen his flare gun, tells her to run, and looks for the pollen they need to make the Kalina vaccine. Kalina disappears and in comes Sandra-Lynn with a weird mandrake-y plant for Kristen to bite. But, with a nat 20, she realizes that she’s seeing an illusion and Kalina is trying to get her to bite and reinfect Riz.

All of the Bad Kids try to find each other, using all the tricks at their disposal to move faster (Fly, Jump, Dashing, etc). Fabian gets the Hangman to meet them at the edge of the forest with Gilear. Kristen shoots up the flare (presumably to alert Gilear of her position?) and cures herself as she runs, trying to buy time. Kalina tries to make a deal with her so she and her friends will destroy the photo of her and their crystals but Kristen is not about that at all. She just tells everyone to run. Once Fig catches up with her, she does her one better and Dimension Doors with her almost all of the way out of the forest (after Fabian hits her with some Heroism which gives her regening temp HP to help combat the constant damage Kalina is doing). This cuts down the rounds needed to escape from 44 to a much more manageable 12. She manages to just get out alive after 24d6 of damage and Kalina is stuck at the edge of the forest with a threatening, “Get you next time.” The rest of the Bad Kids also make it out without too much trouble due to all their speed buffs.

After everyone takes a tight five to be like, “Welp, that sucked,” they head to the Tinkerer’s Hall to enlist help with making tinctures. Overnight (together with Riz--since Kristen has quarantined herself) they’re able to make six doses of the tincture. Meanwhile, Fig learns more about her bass and Gorgug gets a new Ax from the very grateful tinkerers. Fig’s bass does a lot to help her be effective while she’s being attacked by all sides but--most importantly (imo)--gives her a +5 to performance checks, something I think Brennan is gonna live to regret. Speaking of regret, Fig is beset by whispers of guilt for her “fault” in the disappearance of their friends. Let’s put a pin in that. Gorgug gets a choice between a sick lightning ax and a dope gravity ax. He picks the latter, which, among other things, gives him auto-crits on objects (which seems like a plot tease for sure). While this is going on, Adaine makes two days worth of progress on a spell for Ayda. Kristen, who is being understandably sad in the van, prays to “not knowing” and gets her spells back, clearly (to us at least) missing something as she rolls a Nat 1 perception check.

The gang cures Kristen with a dose of tincture then they upload the video of Kalina Riz took with his tie cam (which, btw, can scan for good and evil while recording and only pings Celestial magic from Tracker and Kristen, Kalina doesn’t ping as either). To my immediate delight, they post the video (respectfully clipped to not include Tracker) as sort of a fantasy version of The Dress, and it very quickly goes viral as people try to figure out why some people can see the tabaxi in it and some can’t.

Back to Fig for a bit, Fig realizes the whispers in her head berating her aren’t external. They’re internal. She says she’s better than being loud than quiet and attempts to drown them out rather than ignore them. Fig realizes that, now that she’s out of the forest, Ayda’s feather is glowing again. Using that connection, Adaine tries to Scry on Ayda and sees that she (along with Zathriel) are caught in a horrifying web with web going into all of their face holes. Ayda’s eyes are clear because the fire of her eyes burn out the webs but she's full on weeping. She’s also trying to use the bloody earring Fig gave her to teleport back to her (knew that was gonna come back, at least for flavor) but her restraints won’t allow it. This absolutely lights a fire under Fig’s ass and she is ready to go back into the forest immediately. Before they do, Gorgug gives his Van to the gnomes (since it was bought with KVX money) and Riz makes one of the potions into a tranq dart for Tracker.

The journey to the temple Adaine saw in her Scry is two days away which means a bunch of sleep and navigation checks (without the Van or Tracker there to cast a Moon Haven). They sleep in shifts with Kristen, Fabian, and Fig sleeping first. Kristen rolls and 19 and Fig gets a 17 with Adaine’s Portent. Fabian is the low man with a 10. Even though Fig seemingly made the check, we still get dream narration for her as she is met by a pre-horned, 13 y/o version of herself who berates her. But Fig (who has made the check and can leave the nightare at any time) says she’s so much happier now than she’s ever been and boom! She loses her College of Whispers subclass and becomes a College of Lore Bard (gaining the Cutting Words feature). Whispers banished, she finds she’s able to communicate with Gorthalax who tells her being a devil doesn’t just have to be about being “evil”. At its core, being a devil is about rebellion. It’s about flipping off the universe, something Fig can very much vibe with.

When Fabian wakes up, not having had a dream, he sees a familiar, tri-cornered hat a little ways away. As soon as he steps away from the group, he is possessed and starts attacking his friends--brutally as per DM’s orders. Luckily, Adaine has a low portent roll to give him, Riz has a net gun, and Gorgug now has a super heavy axe which he simply lays on Fabian, restraining him. They snap Fabian out of it and Adaine can tell it wasn’t an ambient effect of the forest. It’s something that was actively cast on Fabian (the same thing that was cast on Fig when she gem’d Gorthalax). However, it’s probably stronger in the forest. They also realize that when the Baron thing happened, Riz was attacked but not possessed and he also didn’t go to sleep. So, if they go through the forest not sleeping, they’ll be safe from possession at least. The next three are able to sleep without problem (even Riz who rolled a 7) but, in the morning, they don’t do so hot on their navigation checks. Instead of losing time, they decide to push through to the temple.

When they get there, they see that it’s basically surrounded by skeletons, like people just showed up to lay down and die. Something above the entrance has been moved and they also see (from much more recently) three sets of footsteps joined by a fourth set halfway (boots, not talons or paws). Adaine casts Locate Creature on her mom but doesn’t sense her within 1000 ft. Riz takes point and decides to scout the temple and report back. On a Nat 20 for a total of 30 Investigation, he fully cases the joint in less than ten minutes. He sees a brick of Dusk Moss and a bunch of spooky books which he realizes means a ritual happened to take the casters almost further into the forest in some kind of non-euclidean direction. He sees a skeleton of a unicorn filled with webs and egg sacs which died looking at a portrait of a woman in a black robe with black hair but the face is destroyed.

Riz reports back all of this to his friends and Adaine decides that she’ll shoulder full responsibility for looking at the potentially evil books, trusting her friends to snap her out of it if she gets possessed or something. Equally supportive in their own ways, Fig plays a countercharm for her off to the side and Riz points a gun at her. From reading the book, Adaine is able to piece together a lot about the mechanics of what’s going on. There is a tree in the center of the forest (the broom that was turned into a tree) which helps to boost all the illusions in the forest. Because of this, illusions are all more real. For example, illusory wings created with Disguise Self would actually grant you flight. The Dusk Moss used in the ritual was probably to give them some measure of control over the insane nightmares (as in, “I know this is a dream sorta, therefore I can’t be hurt”). Brennan says Adaine would probably be able to do the ritual with some time and study. Siobhan Galaxy Brains and scours her spell list for spells involving illusions for what she calls, “some fuckery” (“Give me the fuckery,” Brennan says, even the game DM). Adaine wants to use Illusory Script to write a spell that will allow her to do the ritual with the hope that it will become real. Brennan looks directly into the camera like it’s The Office and asks for a DC 30 Arcana check. She doesn’t get it but she does get the sense that the principle behind the idea is solid. Anyway, back to the other transubstantiations. The Familiar to a Plague is, as we all already knew, Kalina who is controlling the illusions in the forest. The Spellbook is the KVX coin and is (1) aligned with the Enchantment school of magic and (2) responsible for the possessions that have been happening (ie: Fig, Ragh, and Fabian this ep). The Sanctum to Cottage is aligned with the Abjuration school of magic and basically a trap for Celestials coming into the forest and also will prevent certain levels of spellcasting as they get progressively deeper. And now back to the tree (he doesn’t say the school of magic it is and also he says there are four when there are actually 8 so I’m not sure which school it’s supposed to represent--Divination maybe since that’s Adaine’s school?). The forest becomes alive the further in they go. The more safe they feel, the more the paths will move around. The only way to get they can get to the center is by feeling fear and uncertainty--which has got to be simultaneously great and terrible news for someone with major anxiety to get.

All of that is all going on in the main chamber. Meanwhile, Gorgug is in the hallway and Fabian is in the chapel with Kristen who is checking out the picture of the goddess. Kristen, on international DM’s day, rolls a nat 20 religion check because of course she does. She hears the goddesses’s voice in her head. “Why do you search for me?” Kristen says she’s really into the praise through doubt thing. Brennan makes her roll a Con check with disadvantage--13.

He says, “I’m gonna describe what Kristen sees and then I’m going to describe what Fabian saw,” instantly activating my Fight or Flight.

Kristen feels a wave of spite, rage, and betrayal from the goddess and then she feels blinding pain as the unicorn skeleton runs over and gores her through the heart from the back.

“What praise will you have in death?” the voice in her head says, as she collapses, fully lifeless.

The unicorn turns to a panicked Fabian (who is only not driven mad by his immunity to Fear) and says, “You should not have come here.”

In conclusion, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Detention

Brennan for Killing Kristen on a Nat 20

Using a Nat 20 to kill a player is such a power move and please do not let this placement make you think I don’t respect the unmitigated gall.

Honor Roll

Adaine for An Incredible Piece of Fuckery

The fact that it didn’t work doesn’t change the fact that this was a Galaxy Brain connection that she made instantly and will almost certainly end up saving their asses. Mark my words: Before the end of the season, some Looney Tunes-ass painting a black circle to make a real hole type nonsense is gonna happen.

Random Thoughts

Emily’s constant awe at Ally’s dice rolls is so funny to me. She’s like head parishioner at the church of Ally’s dice.

“Don’t bite the baby your mom gives you.”

Adaine taking pics of Fabian on Gorgug’s back while running out of the forest.

The teamwork shown during Kristen’s rescue? *chef’s kiss*

“It doesn’t protect you from losing all your friends in a forest.” Ow.

Emily going, “Thank you Brennan,” like a little kid when she got her new bass’s stats.

“All of our girlfriends are in there!”

Brennan, upon being denied a wisdom save from Emily: You have to! I asked.

Ice feast?????? Ally, what????

There is very much a world where the Bad Kids immediately leveraged Fig’s social media presence to get a better sample size on what was going on with Kalina. I wonder what would have happened if they’d gone viral with it much earlier.

Ayda was drawn to the cottage with Zathriel because she’s part Celestial apparently. Are Phoenixes Celestial? That’s news to me.

Also, on the topic, very Concerned about where the remaining NPCs are.

The fact that Ayda had Fig’s earring in her hand while bound and unable to move much or do a spell that would allow her to get it into her hand implies that her split second reaction when captured was to reach for it and that was the one thing she could do before she was incapacitated which is A Lot.

Kristen keeps asking Riz to hold the tranq gun because she wants to look out for Tracker, which is sweet but you have -3 Dex girl. The kindest thing you can do is never touch that gun and toss Riz some Bless.

The break they took between leaving the forest and going back Concerned me as it was happening. I was like, y’all literally anything could be happening right now. I had no sense on the amount of tie they realistically had to spare before something unreversable happened.

Lol at Brennan clearly trying to throw some levels of exhaustion at the party and them just rolling out of it, no problem.

I feel like Brennan knew Kristen was dying this episode no matter what and I gotta say: (1) I think it’s a great skill as a DM to keep our story on the tracks while also having the players actions matter and have meaningful consequences and (2) I wonder if she hadn’t gotten a Nat 1 when she got her spells back, if we’d get some information that could potentially contextualize what happened.

I do not remember what the unicorn’s deal is but I remember it was mentioned specifically at the top of the season and I don’t trust anything about it--separately from the fact that it gored our girl. Was it speaking independently or was the goddess speaking through it? Or was it just the unicorn the whole time and Brennan was lying--not for the first time that episode?

Fig being asked by her younger nightmare self what all the people in her life who had bad stuff happen to them have in common: Aguefort Advenuring Academy?

The image of an angel falling out of heaven and then rising up to flip off God and go, “F You,” is so cinematic that it makes me upset there aren’t animatics for this show.

I am dying to know whether Brennan thought about the implications of making a setting where illusions are hyper-real in a game where Emily Axford is lousy with illusion magic. Did he consider it? Is there a mechanic to limit this? Or, next week, is Emily gonna say, “I cast disguise self on myself and I disguise myself as a super buff version of me with sick devil wings and I also create a minor illusion of a tiny, fairy, cleric.” What could stop her? Minor Illusion is a cantrip, guys. It’s a CANTRIP. I feel like either Brennan wildly miscalculated and made himself a double edged sword which Emily and Siobhan are gonna use to make him eat his dice OR he’s about to throw some absolutely unfair nonsense at them that even he doesn’t know the way out of and he’s trusting them to harness the power of the fuckery to figure it out. Either way, there are only 3 episodes left so I guess there’s only so much they can break the game in 3 episodes (she said, fully expecting to be proved wrong).

“Crunch it up bro.”

When Brennan was talking about the ritual, he said, “Your parents and stuff” with regard to who did it, which makes me think Anguin was the fourth figure. But the “and stuff” is vague hedging language which makes me think we’re still being played. Brennan, tell me what’s going on in Abernant-Land, I’m begging you bro.

One thing I didn’t mention in the main recap because it was getting long is the 4 transubstantiations were done on 4 gifts from the 4 tribes who worshiped the goddess The cat was from the wood elves. The sanctum was holy to the centaurs. I think the sprite was the spellbook which would make the broom from the treents.

Partial credit to @camwritery for this: Brennan gave Gorgug a weapon that, among other effects, insta-crits on inanimate objects. Which is a random ability unless a future plot point involves destroying some items--a la the pylons they destroyed earlier in what feels like a tutorial level in retrospect. And camwritery is the one who pointed out, hey, isn’t there a super important tree in the middle of the forest? Magic axe? Magic tree? Feels connected y’all.

Everyone getting new gear and spells the past two eps has felt like that scene in Lion/Witch/Wardrobe where Santa shows up and is like, “Here are some weapons kids. Shit’s about to hit the fan!”

The fact that Riz escaped possession on a 7 seems to be explained by the fact that the cursed money is linked to possession and he gave all of his away. Which means Fabian and Adaine are still in danger, along with I think Fig since she kept her tour money which is likely infected.

Anyone else get Wrinkle in Time/The Boy Who Reversed Himself vibes from all the dream travel talk this ep?

OK, I guess we gotta talk about Kristen dying for the third time in her life. Poor girl. She’s just trying her best to be a good person and earnestly trying to find meaning in the world. And what has it gotten her? Killed three times. And yet she keeps trying! The fact that it’s her makes me kinda more and less worried at the same time, you know? Because she is currently the sole healer on the team which is BAD--if Fabian went down, it wouldn’t be as big of a deal because Kristen would presumably just need to make her fright check and then cast Revivify. K-girl doesn’t have anyone to heal her (barring some illusion shenanigans from Fig or Adaine). However, Kristen’s motto might as well, “Whatever does kill you makes you stronger.” She basically has an at least 1 death per season clause written into her contract. If anyone can face death with grit and come out singing (and prob with some sick new powers) it’d be her. What an absolutely brutal way to end the episode.

She was mentioned in this episode for a hot sec I think--that racist ranger from earlier in the season--I don’t trust her. She could just be a one off NPC but I feel like there’s more to her.

So I guessed correctly that the photos of Kalina would end up being a bargain chip potentially but somehow it didn’t occur to me that they could just...leave. Lol, I was like, “I guess they’re in it,” and they were like, “Yeah, bye.”

Kalina didn’t come after the gang in the forest the second time except maybe to possess Fabian if she did that directly. I wonder why that was. She had plenty of time.

I don’t like this spider motif. I don’t trust this spider motif. My spidey sense is going off re: this spider motif. I just want that on the record.

This episode, Adaine rolled 1 Nat 20, Riz got 2, and Kristen rolled 3 but one was cancelled out by disadvantage. Meanwhile, Fig, Kristen, and Gorgug each rolled one Nat 20 each.

#fantasy high #fantasy high live #dimension 20 #fantasy high spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers

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withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus · 4 years

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Thanks for the tag @ichiharakazu! ^^ Btw I love To Dazzling Darkness and Chizuru too! ^^

Rules: You can usually tell a lot about a person by the type of music they listen to! Put your favourite playlist on shuffle and list the first 10 songs.

side note: I am not 100% sure about the translations I looked online to find them, my Japanese are still elementary level. I saw people who previously played, added some lyrics they liked so I tried too.

1) Nakigahara - the Gazette “Namida (x3) doukokuno ame, Kyomuto mukiautabi afure, tsuzuru kotobaga nijimu Namida (x3) itsukawa kare, Seijakuni korosareru, kagefumino owarini chimayoi“ (Tears (x3) rain of lamentation Every time I'm facing nothingness they're flowing over, the spelled words are blurrying Tears (x3) Somewhen they'll dry, I will be killed by silence At the end of walking in shadows I'll lose my mind)

2) die after day - Marely *couldn’t find lyrics to that*

3) actor - New Sodmy “Nigete ikite mo nani mo kawaranai” (Even if you live by running away, nothing will change)

4) Kimi ga matteiru kara - Gackt “Sekaijuu no dare mo ga wakara nakute mo ii sa... Kimi ga matte iru nara Ima mo kawara nai kimi wo miteru Kono mama...” (Even if no one else in all the world understands, it's all right If you're still there waiting. Even now, i still see you, unchanging, Just like this...) 5) Ayakashi - Versailles “Majinai to kemono no koe ga Kousa suru arashi no gotoku Hikisaka reta ama no kizu ni Kazara reta tsuki” (A curse and a bestial voice Intersected, just like a storm The wound of the torn Heaven Is embellished with the Moon)

6) Don’t Hold Back - Hyde “I didn't mean to hurt you - that was my mistake I'm sorry that I realized it so damn late You don't have to understand my pain I left it in the past so that's ok I won't give up if you don't hold back on me”

7) 宵の影踏み - Morrigan *instrumental*

8) The Redemption - Diaura “mou sugu yo ga akeru kiri wa harete iku kioku ni sukuu zankoku wo keshisaru you ni mou sugu yo ga akeru boku ga kowarete iku subete (x3)... yakitsukusu taiyou” (The dawn is going to break The fog is going to be cleared As if I want to clear out the brutalness settled down in my memory The dawn is going to break I am going to be destroyed Everything (x3)...the scorching sun)

9) Shallow Sleep - Hyde “An artist without a brush, Can’t paint upon the canvas Without you here, There is no colour A colourless landscape”

10) Shinjuuka - Kiryu “sayonara o utaimashou itsu itsu made mo hanarenu you ni ai o musabori tsukushi joushi o sanbi sayonara o utaimashou itsu itsu no hi ka meguriau you ni ai o musabori tsukushi joushi o sanbi Aah Shinjuuka!” (Let’s sing our goodbye, in order to be together forever we’ll consume greedily our love and praise this double suicide. Let’s sing our goodbye, in order to meet by chance again one day we’ll consume greedily our grief and praise the poem of our feelings. Aah song of the double suicide) Phew, this took more time than I expected ^^> I tag @call-my-master , @fermagyar , @taiyonikorosareta , @deme-lu , @mochachocolatteyaya , @kittykatsandbox , @xanaxanaxanadu , @ladytakanorisuzuki , @riyusama , @hanak0toba , @theatrical-vox-novis and anyone else who wishes to do it, if you of course wish to do it.

#mdp

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maxdark158 · 5 years

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This is chapter two of my fic based on @ozmav ‘s Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng au that I LOVE, please check them out.

Angel in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Ao3

Demon in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Ao3

Fanart for AiG: Riddler ~ Joker thank you @thegreysman

Please tag me in any fanart you draw for this guys ^^

oooOOOooo

“Marinette, seriously?” The annoyed voice of Marinette’s once-best-friend Alya Cesaire was grating to her now. “You need to stop running away just for attention, it won’t work.”

It had been a long day for Marinette. It started off well, even after being forgotten by her class, because she got to hang out with Damian. But The Riddler kind of spoiled that. After her talk with the police, Damien waited with her for a teacher to pick her up from the station. They parted when her teacher arrived, Marinette promising to text him when she got to her hotel room.

The teacher that picked her up was Professor Mendeleiev. While the science teacher’s strictness had unnerved Marinette for years, lately she had begun wishing she was in her class instead of Ms. Bustier’s. Ms. Bustier’s tactics of being a better example for a bully were starting to wear on her. Professor Mendeleiev wasn’t perfect, but Marinette would have taken being in her class over being in Ms. Bustier’s now.

When the teacher asked why Marinette had been away from the group in the first place, Marinette told her that she had been forgotten by Ms. Bustier and her class. Professor Mendeleiev went silent after that.

The rest of the ride was silent too.

It was silent until Professor Mendeleiev dropped her off at her room where Alya was waiting to rip into her about being attention-seeking and rude.

“Hello?” she sounded angry now. “Are you even listening to me? Do you think if you ignore us we’ll believe you were ever nice again? Lila told us the truth about who you are, you-”

“Alya!” her teacher snapped. “Your classmate was caught in a villain attack today. Leave her alone.”

Alya gaped. “But”

“That was not a request,” Professor Mendeleiev growled. “Do you think you can escape my detentions because we are on vacation?”

Alya squeaked and ran off to her room.

Marinette blinked, not quite sure what just happened. Relief was the cool feeling applied to a headache, stopping the pain.

“Thank you,” she mumbled. Professor Mendeleiev nodded and stalked off, mumbling something about having a long overdue talk with ‘Caline’.

Alya must have gone back to her hotel room, as Marinette didn’t encounter her or anyone else on her way back to her room.

The relief hit again, but the hint of sadness was like mint in her mouth and wetness on her cheek, despite her not actually crying.

It was hard to remember that Alya used to be her best friend. It got harder every time Alya got after her for bullying or lying or anything else that she didn’t actually do. Marinette almost wishes they hadn’t ever become friends, the betrayal would have hurt less.

It seems some wounds take years to heal.

Marinette arrived at her room and unlocked the door with her room key. She entered and immediately flopped on her bed.

“Marinette, are you alright?” she heard Tikki ask.

“I’m just tired,” she mumbled. “I’m more used to akumatized villains, not insane people with riddle obsessions.”

She felt Tikki brush aside some of her hair. “I’m just glad you’re alright. You scared me for a moment, Marinette. I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you.”

Marinette smiled. “Thanks, Tikki.”

“It’s simply the truth! Also, didn’t you tell that boy you would text him?”

Her eyes widened. Marinette rolled over and got her phone out of her purse. “Thanks for reminding me!”

Tikki giggled out a, “no problem,” and rested on Marinette’s stomach.

Angel: I’m at the hotel now.

Damian: That’s good Damian: Did you get in trouble?

Marinette smiled to herself. It felt nice, being worried about… Even if she didn’t want him to worry. But the fact that he cared felt like a warm hug.

Angel: Professor Mendeleiev must’ve been tired or something. Angel: She didn’t leacture

She frowned. That had to be wrong.

Angel: Lecture?

Damian: *lecture

Marinette rolled her eyes. In the two days she had known Damian, she knew he was a stickler for grammar. Though he wasn’t harsh about his corrections, as he knew English wasn’t her first language, it was a tad annoying. Marinette was much better at speaking and reading in English than she was at spelling.

Angel: Quiet, English is hard

Damian: Understandable. Damian: In my original question I meant any of your classmates btw

Angel: btw? Angel: Oh by the way

Damian: yeah

Angel: I’m good at text slang in French, okay

Damian: I don’t doubt you

She rolled her eyes and smiled. Annoying, but the banter was nice. It wasn’t like with Chat Noir when he was trying to flirt with her.

Angel: Anyway Alya tried to bother me but I’m good now Angel: Professor Mendeleiev told her off for bothering me after my ‘traumatic’ encounter with a Gotham villain

Damian: Speaking of, are you SURE you’re alright Angel

Ooh, capital letters. He must be really worried. Guilt rested on her shoulders again on that day.

Angel: I’m fine Angel: I’ve survived akuma for three years, I’m not about to let some riddle fanatic with terrible clothing choices ruin my day

Damian: His clothes are that bad?

Good, subject change. Maybe she can get him to stop worrying.

Angel: Too much green, for one Angel: Green shouldn’t be used in large portions when it’s that bright of a shade Angel: Also the cloth itself was cheap, but the kind of cheap meant to look expensive if you don’t know cloth good

Damian: *well

Marinette smiled. She hoped her little intentional mistake would make him stop worrying.

Angel: Whatever Angel: Also his hat didn’t match the type of suit he was wearing Angel: If he wants to go old fashioned he should at least match the time period Angel: Longer coat, more layers Angel: He is an atrocity

Damian: he is

Angel: If I had time to cry then my tears would had been blood

Damian: *have

“Seriously,” she grumbled to herself. The guilt had long since lifted but Damian’s need for correct grammar was going to drive her mad.

Angel: istg

Damian: It appears you’re learning

Angel: Yepp

Damian: Also the Gotham news posted an article online about you Damian: “Unnamed Teenager From France Holds off The Riddler Until Batman Arrives!”

Angel: Wait what? Angel: But we both held him off?

Damian: I was kind of useless, you did most of the work Damian: I left shortly after you solved his riddle because the Robins had arrived

Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. She had been scrolling through the article Damian had mentioned, realizing that it did not have any mention of her throat punching The Riddler. It did say she took him down with physical force, but it was in self-defense and she was okay.

She just didn’t want Damian to find out she punched someone in the throat. It would make him think she was violent and he’d hate her forever and never talk to her again and she’d loose the only friend she’s made in the last three years and-

Her phone, which had fallen asleep, buzzed again.

Damian: You there?

Marinette sighed, mentally reining her anxieties in.

Angel: Yeah. I was just reading the article Angel: The Riddler was bad at hand to hand combat. It was easy to take him down with the practice I have from Paris

Damian: I bet. Damian: It’s getting late, Angel. We should go to bed. Damian: Goodnight

Angel: Goodnight Angel: Also I’ll find a chat name for you soon, promise

Damian: lol okay

Marinette smiled and put her phone away. Hopefully, she would get to spend more time with him tomorrow.

This was day three of their trip to Gotham. The entire trip lasted nine days. She wanted to make the most of her trip by spending time with her friend until she had to leave.

While the thought brought a brief sadness, she put it out of her mind and continued to get ready for bed.

oooOOOooo

Marinette managed to get up on time this morning.

Meaning, she woke up from a nightmare at around four am and couldn’t go back to sleep after that because she started fully sketching out some of her outfit ideas she had yesterday. She even made a few based off the Gotham heroes, coloring those ones in.

Despite all the designing she finished, Marinette was still the first one ready and in the lobby where the class is supposed to meet every morning.

Marinette was wearing her messier clothes today. After yesterday where she confronted The Riddler in leggings, she decided to stick to pants today too. She loved the dress she brought but it would not work if she managed to confront another villain.

Besides, the dress code was more lenient today. Marinette had on a white crop top with her signature flower pattern and dark gray overalls on. She had her hair in a French braid so it was out of her face. Her tennis shoes were the same pink as the flowers and as always, she had her purse for Tikki.

When the teachers came down to wait for the class, they saw Marinette there. Professor Mendeleiev gave her a nod, to which Marinette smiled. Ms. Bustier looked conflicted for a moment before ultimately deciding to sit down away from both her and Professor Mendeleiev.

The class began to filter in. Marinette made sure to stay out of sight from everyone but the teachers. They grouped together, talking about mindless things. Mostly about what they’d do with their afternoon. Today they were going to the Gotham City Heroes and Villains Museum in the morning, then after lunch the rest of the day was free until 5:30 pm.

Lila arrived last. Marinette knew that she likely did it so everyone noticed her entrance. She also realized that Lila arrived a few minutes before everyone had to get on the busses, so people had time to talk to and about her.

The designer simply tuned the liar out. She didn’t care anymore.

Well, she didn’t until she heard a certain name.

“Damian is such a sweetheart,” Marinette glanced up from her phone. “We might get back together again soon, I’m not sure though. I hope so.”

“I forgot that you’re on and off,” she heard someone else say, though who didn’t matter.

“Did you say Damian?” Marinette asked before she thought out the action. Her voice was loud enough that suddenly everyone was staring at her as if they forgot she was there in the first place.

They likely had.

“Uh, yeah,” Alya scoffed. “Lila and Damian Wayne are an on and off thing. You’d know that if you weren’t skipping the field trip for attention.”

“Alya, it’s alright,” Lila sighed. “We keep it out of the tabloids and Marinette doesn’t like me, it’s not her fault she didn’t know.”

“That sounds like it’s her fault! Marinette just needs to get over herself!”

Marinette was tuning her classmates out. She felt like an idiot. But at the same time, he never told her. He must have had a reason for telling her.

But there was no mistaking it. The Riddler called him, “Wayne.” They met when she was trying to get into Wayne Enterprises. His first name was Damian and he knew the tour guide…

She tuned back into her classmates’ conversation.

“Anyway, Damian and I went and got ice cream last afternoon. That’s why I was gone, you see. He would have walked me back, but we would have attracted a crowd. Plus he got a little chocolate ice cream on his shirt, he’s so messy.”

Marinette closed her eyes. Rage is hot and fiery, her nails dug into her palms.

Calling Lila out does nothing.

But she couldn’t help but remember Damian telling her that chocolate ice cream was among his least favorites when they went to get ice cream yesterday.

And he isn’t messy.

oooOOOooo

Marinette found the museum interesting. It gave her some anxiety, learning about everything villains did to the city was nerve-wracking.

She wondered if there would ever be a Paris Museum for Akuma.

It also gave her some ideas. Learning about the Gotham Hero’s greatest feats and how they accomplished them was eye-opening.

She was doing this whole battling-Hawkmoth-thing wrong! Instead of a case by case akuma battle, which are much less frequent nowadays, she should partner with the police! There were cameras all over Paris and, unlike Kwami, corrupted butterflies appeared on them. Hawkmoth may only be attacking around once a month now, but he still needed to own up to the terror he reigned on Paris and the world.

Marinette felt a little stupid for not realizing all of this before, she realized as she whispered her ideas to Tikki in the bathroom. She could have ended it sooner if she thought to get investigative about her enemy.

But as interesting and terrifying as the museum was, the trip only took the morning. By lunch, her classmates were waiting for the teachers to decide who to take where, as no restaurant had enough room for all of them.

She pulled out her phone and opened her text chat with Damian.

Angel: Kill me now

Damian: What’s wrong?

Angel: We have to all get lunch as a class before I’m free Angel: I’m in the group with Liar Rossi Angel: Death would be sweatier

Marinette mumbled a curse under her breath. She meant sweeter! Stupid autocorrect.

Damian: *sweeter

Angel: Rude

Damian: Anyway Damian: You can’t die yet Damian: We still technically didn’t get ice cream

She managed to smile. Damian made her do that a lot now that she thought about…

Her phone pinged again.

Damian: Also you’re at the Gotham City Heroes and Villains Museum right?

Angel: Yes I am

Damian: I’m nearby

Marinette’s eyes widened. What?

Damian: I can pick you up for lunch

Angel: OMG really? Please do I’d really really like that

Damian: omw

She looked up, seeing that her teachers were still discussing. She walked up to them, waiting until they saw her.

Ms. Bustier did first. “Marinette! What did you need?”

“My friend invited me to eat lunch with him,” she looked at Professor Mendeleiev as she spoke, not Ms. Bustier. “May I go?”

“After what happened yesterday? I don’t thi-” Ms. Bustier was cut off by Professor Mendeleiev.

“Is this the friend you were at the station with?” she asked, voice sharp. Marinette nodded.

Professor Mendeleiev hummed, contemplating. Ms. Bustier gaped at her. “You can’t be considering allowing her to go!” she said, “Not after how mad you got at me-”

“Caline, I got mad at you for forgetting her. Allowing her to go is not the same thing,” Professor Mendeleiev glared at her, “We’re allowing you to go on your own after lunch anyway, as long as everyone has a buddy. Finding you a buddy in this class, however, is likely going to be difficult…”

She trailed off before digging into her bag. “We got trackers for this free afternoon, though we couldn’t afford them for everyone,” she brought out a black bracelet that looked plastic. “This will only give me your general location. We will still have enough for everyone else as long as they’re in pairs. If you take one, I will allow you to go to lunch and such with your friend.”

Ms. Bustier’s brows furrowed. “You’re giving her special treatment? But-”

“Caline, you forgot her twice,” Professor Mendeleiev sounded patient, as if she were an adult talking to a toddler. “Marinette earned this and she will be with a friend from Gotham, something nobody else in this class truly has besides her.”

“This is my class,” Ms. Bustier was beginning to fume. “You accompanied because two teachers were needed, but these are my students-”

“Caline,” Professor Mendeleiev sounded more annoyed. “I am allowing her to go. Since I’ve been teaching for longer and because you told me to hand out the tracking bracelets, my decision overrules yours. Your argument is pointless.”

Marinette stared as Ms. Bustier tried to find words to retaliate with and failed. She took the bracelet from Professor Mendeleiev and thanked her.

It felt nice to have someone stand up for her again.

In the corner of her eye, Marinette noticed Alya walk toward the teachers and her. She looked angry and upset, a face she nowadays wore often around Marinette.

She remembered what she thought last night, about Alya’s betrayal. How it hurt remembering the good times they shared. Marinette took a deep breath.

It still hurt. It still hurt remembering the good times they had as friends, but she had to be fair to herself. She had to remember the bad times too.

She had to remember the times Alya demanded every detail, said friends tell each other everything. She had to remember the times Alya pressured her into things she wasn’t comfortable doing. She had to remember the times Alya took her for granted, the time Alya decided she wasn’t worth as much as a liar.

She has to remember what Alya is doing to her now.

“Where is the liar going now?” Alya scoffed. “Getting permission to run away this time?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and slipped the bracelet on. She would be okay. Alya wasn’t her friend anymore, she had better ones to look out for her.

“I don’t owe you anything.”

Alya gaped.

Luckily for Marinette, Alya didn’t have time to think of a response. A car drove up, and Marinette saw Damian wave to her from the backseat. She smiled.

The door was unlocked, so she opened it and got in. She didn’t look back at her classmates faces as the driver, an aged man in a suit, drove away.

“Where would you like to eat, Angel?” Damian asked.

Marinette shrugged. “I’m not sure, I don’t know what’s here.”

Damian frowned. “Angel, you okay?”

That’s when her previous realization hit. He was Damian Wayne, son of Bruce Wayne. He was one of the celebrities Lila liked lying about the most. And he was her friend, currently best friend.

“I’m okay,” she mumbled. “I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.”

Damian looked like he wanted to press the issue, but decided against it. He told his butler to take them to a restaurant she didn’t recognize the name of while she took deep breaths. She felt Tikki press gently against her hip, trying to reassure her.

Alya was a bad friend. Marinette wanted to be a better friend to Damian. He already made her so happy! Warm fuzzies and smiled and giggles were rare in the last few years, but she experienced them all with Damian. He kept a secret from her, likely for his own reasons, and she found out what it was behind his back.

Damian deserved better than that.

“I know,” she blurted out. “I know you’re Damian Wayne. I just want you to know that doesn’t change anything. You’re still my friend, and I don’t care who your dad is and who you are.”

Damian gaped at her for a moment before shaking his head. “I’m sorry you had to find out on your own. I should have told you-”

Marinette interrupted, “you didn’t have to. You don’t owe me that.”

He looked confused. She chose to elaborate.

“As a stranger or even a friend, you don’t owe me any details about who you are. Ever,” Marinette told him. “You’re allowed to keep secrets and not tell me things you aren’t comfortable sharing. It isn’t fair of me to demand you tell me everything.”

She was going to be the friend she needed to Damian. It was the least he deserved.

Marinette pushed down any disappointment that came with the word friend, not knowing why it was there. Maybe it was left over from her classmates’ treatment of her.

Damian was staring at her. She wasn’t sure what his expression meant, but it looked… Awed?

“Thank you,” he said earnestly. “I… nobody’s ever said secrets are okay…”

Marinette shrugged. “I can’t help if I feel left out, but forcing you to tell me everything isn’t how friendship is supposed to work. If you don’t want to tell me, it’s okay.”

Damian’s smile was small, but it made Marinette feel warm. Was he the sun?

“Perhaps instead of a restaurant, I can take you both to the mansion for your lunch?” the driver said, his accent different from Marinette’s.

“You sure Alfred?” Damian asked.

She saw his nervousness. “You don’t have to if you aren’t comforta-”

“No, it’s not that,” he assured. “My brothers can be… rambunctious.”

Oh. Marinette smiled. “I can handle them if that’s the only reason you’re nervous.”

Damian thought for a moment before sighing. “Alfred, please talk us to the mansion.”

“My pleasure, Master Damian.”

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kilisworld · 5 years

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21 Questions

Rules: Answer the 21 questions, then tag 21 people to get to know them better. Well then, let’s get to it!

Was Legit Tagged By: @bladerivalen @phoneboxfairy @eunoiagray @kaycha1989 @cobblepottantrum!! Thanks for including me!!

1) Nickname- Mira (yes the name i go by is a nickname, suckers!) Also Brain if you’re Tate. And uhh-... i dunno, does ��lil shit’ count?

2) Zodiac sign- Aries

3) Height-5′ 1″

4) Last movie I saw- Watched “Eight Legged Freaks” on Netflix because it makes me laugh

5) Last thing I googled- Hair Style Guide for Animal Crossing: New Leaf

6) Favorite Musician- Musician, not band.. musician.. uhh- .. I don’t.. know any name.. i’m bad at those. Can’t I just say a band Imma say a band: Kamelot. .

7) Song stuck in my head- Under Grey Skies By Kamelot

8) Other blogs- My main blog (rouge scribe) that was tagged, this one, soon to be rougeworlds for my original work and rougearts for my art edits and stuff when I start doing those again.

9) Do I get ask-i I get them. ^^

10) Following- 280

11) Followers- 275 (... where did you all come from? are you lost?) (This is for Rougescribe btw even though i’m answering this on rougeminded)

12) Amount of sleep- What’s that? About 6-7 Hours if I’m lucky. Unlucky days are 3 or 4.

13) Lucky number-7 and 28

14) What i’m wearing-Jolteon Yellow Socks, Slip Resistant Work Shoes, Work Uniform

15) Dream job- Author.

16) Dream trip- Relaxing int he wilderness of Europe. Doesn’t matter where. Just gimme a cabin to stay at.

17) Favorite food- Hold on, I need to look up how to spell it- Jjajangmyeong. Korean dish my friends have made for me many times and holy crap is it good.

18) Play any instruments- I tried learning the Violin, but sadly didn’t get very far. I do have two Ocarina’s that I dabble with playing, but I’m not very good at it.

19) Languages-English. Took two years of Spanish but the teaching process wasn’t very good at my high school so that most I can really do is just read and know how to pronounce the words. Understanding them though is a completely different matter-

20) Favorite song- No such thing. Can’t pick a favorite. There’s too many

21) Random facts- The one Historic Date that I can always remember off the top of my head, for some reason, is the year 1588 for the Spanish Armada. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. I learned/read about it in 5th grade and it just never left me.

And I would tag people to do this too- but I honestly don’t know who hasn’t already done it so---- tag yourself if you want it?

#Mira Talks #thanks for tagging me everyone!

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huffletiika · 6 years

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Back then when we met

Don’t kill me? okay, but I just wrote this and I HAD TO share it. So, I guess you all remember my figure skating AU for Lutteo Ficweek, right? well, if not, I will leave it for you to read over HERE because this is a prequel to that fic. This is dedicated again to my FS squad @silveranchor and @from-red-string ... and, of course @deliverychicafresa this is also dedicated for you. I hope you like it as much as I do.

Btw, what is proofread? I don’t know her.

Matteo was late for his practice with Juliana and Ambar.

He was never late.

But, last night, some amazing melody came to his mind while he was about to go to bed, and he had to write it down at that moment, or it would be long gone by the time he woken up. Needless to say, when he finally went to sleep, it was very late, so waking up at 5 in the morning to be at the rink by 6 became impossible. Now, it was 20 past 6, and he was sure as hell both women were about to kill him.

“You’re late”, those were the words his trainer gave him when he took off the blade covers and skated into the rink.

“I’m sorry, I overslept”, he answered with a yawn, and his skating partner frowned in his direction without saying a word. She had a murderous stare, though. “something kept me awake last night”, he added, when he didn’t get any reply.

Ambar rolled her eyes.

“Another of your stupid songs?” she asked, bitterly, as Juliana skated to the corner of the rink to give them space.

“Ambar…” he tried to explain himself.

“What?” she skated towards him. “I don’t get why you would waste so much of your time on that, when the season is about to start, and we still have a couple of lifts from our free program that we have to polish”, she put her hands on her hips. “I mean, is not like you are planning on sending your demos to a label, or something.”

Matteo sighed and looked away.

Yes, she was right. He had thought about doing that, about making an EP with some of his songs and sending copies around, see if they are good enough for him to deserve a producer. But he is afraid of being rejected, so he sticks in what he knows best: he is a professional skater, an Olympic silver medalist, there’s no time in his life for that kind of things.

They both are royalty on the ice, after all.

“Ok, you two… I have a training session with a new girl scheduled at 8, so stop talking and start skating, because thanks to sleeping beauty we only have half an hour for this session”, their trainer told them, before playing their music.

Was it his girlfriend looking disgusted at the mention of the other skater? He doesn’t get the reason why she would do such thing. Besides them, there are many talented skaters who train with Juliana: Jim for female singles, Ramiro and Gastón for male singles, and Pedro and Delfina for pairs, and the blonde never showed that level of annoyance towards any of them.

Well, maybe a little to Jim, but it was more something like boredom.

Despite everything, the training went pretty good, they got to improve their step sequences, and Juliana congratulated them about their twizzles and lifts.

They were almost ready for their first competition of the season.

Matteo walked into the dressing room and started taking off his skates. Ambar was walking right behind him, but something must have stopped her, as when he took off the first boot she was still nowhere to be seen.

He yawned.

The midnight writing sessions had to stop, or he won’t be able to keep up with the next months of competition.

Matteo was closing his locker when something… or, to be precise, someone, stormed into the room like a fireball. It was a girl around his age, a little bit younger possibly, her brown hair was full of locks that fell around her face like waterfalls, and her body was so petit he was sure he could lift her without even putting any effort.

She was cute.

Yes, that’s the best word to describe her.

He tried to move out of her way when he saw her coming, but the lockers wouldn’t allow him, so she ended up crashing against his chest.

With his hands on her waist he prevented her from falling to the ground, keeping her standing, and for a second there he felt like time stopped passing, because her eyes met his, and that was the most beautiful shade of green he had ever seen.

She seemed to be a victim of the same spell, because only after a few seconds of them looking directly into each other’s eyes, she stepped back and put distance between their bodies.

“I… I’m sorry”, she said, blushing.

A cocky smile appeared on his lips.

“It’s okay, girls are always falling into my arms”, he replied, causing the soft pink that was covering her cheeks transform into a fierce tone of red.

She nervously looked away, but didn’t say a word.

“You have to be the new skater Juliana will train”, Matteo spoke, leaning against his locker. She looked back at him, and nodded. “Well, if I was you I would put my skates, and very fast. You don’t want to be late for your first session ever.”

She looked the time on the screen of her phone, and a high-pitched sound came out of her mouth, before pushing him out of her way to the bench, and starting to put her skates on as fast as if she was in a marathon.

He giggled, as he looked at her with amusement.

She didn’t seem to notice he was still there, until she finished putting her skates on, and when she did she frowned in his direction.

“You are still here”, she said, putting her backpack inside an empty locker.

“How could I leave without knowing your name?” he asked, pretending to be utterly offended. “I mean, I saved you from falling to the ground, I deserve that at least.”

The girl rolled her eyes.

“I wouldn’t have been in risk of falling if you weren’t on the way”, she replied, stubborn. A wide grin appeared on his lips, as he got closer to her. Oh, he was going to have the time of his life bothering the new girl.

“You crash into me and then blame me?” he takes his hand to his chest.

She sighs.

“Look, Balsano. I don’t have time for this”, she said, looking at him with desperation. “Juliana will kill me if I don’t go to the rink like right now, it’s my first session, I don’t want to give a bad first impression to my new trainer,” she begged.

“So, you can know my name, but I can’t know yours?” he frowned.

“Is there someone from figure skating world who doesn’t know your name?” she asked, sarcastically, and the cocky smile re-appeared on his lips.

Her words inflated his ego.

“Touché”, he replied, and was about to ask her name again, when his skating partner, slash girlfriend, entered to the room.

“Hurry up, Lunita! Juliana is waiting for you”, the blonde said to the other girl, and then went directly to give him a peck on his lips, something that she doesn’t usually do. “Thanks for waiting for me, Babe”, she said, with a condescending smile and a honeyed tone. “I see you and my little cousin have met already... I hope you weren’t bothering her, were you?”, she added, and he knew her well enough to know she was faking her concern.

So both girls were related.

He didn’t see that coming, specially because they couldn’t be more different.

The brunette shook her head. “No, he wasn’t. We were just… talking”, she tried to explain, and he couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle.

“I was just introducing myself”, he explained, with a shrug. “and telling Luna I’m around, in case she needs help with anything”, he winked with the eye his girlfriend couldn’t see, and pleasantly smiled when he saw her nervously look away.

“Don’t be a fool, Matteo, she has me”, that fake friendly tone in Ambar’s voice made him very curious. “and there’s also people who gets paid to do so…”

He was about to say he was only trying to be friendly, but Luna’s voice interrupted him. “I need to go”, she said, leaving the room as fast as possible.

He looked at her back until she disappeared from his field of vision.

It was Gastón who told him the whole story.

His best friend has this like sixth sense to be able to know what’s happening around, even before Jazmin, who is the owner of the most known gossip blog in the vicinity of the club. Just imagine if they joined forces. But, luckily for everyone’s privacy, the singles’ skater wants nothing to do with gossip sites.

And before anyone asked him why he didn’t ask his girlfriend, he did, she just gave him the vaguest answer ever.

The girl, Luna, comes from México. She is Ambar’s godmother’s long-lost niece, who everyone thought was dead, after a fire that happened in their home many years ago. Her real name is Sol, but she grew up as Luna her whole life, so she wasn’t going to change it. The girl participated in many junior tournaments to the date, he even saw some videos in YouTube (Gastón sent him the links, unlike his best friend he is not a stalker), and she is really talented. But, the lack of sponsorship and support from her country’s delegation haven’t let her become well known in this world, so it’s understandable he didn’t know a thing about her before the present days.

Her grandfather was the one who suggested her to move to Buenos Aires with her adoptive parents after finding her in México, the details about how he did so are still a mystery for his source, and then talked with Juliana to grant her a spot at the club to train with her, just like Ambar has done for years.

His girlfriend wasn’t very happy about it, that he could see.

He’s sitting at the benches next to the rink, Gastón by his side watching some funny cat videos in his phone, while his attention is on her skating on the ice. She is amazing. A proud smile danced on his lips as he saw her do her spirals. They were perfect, like the ISU should use her as an example of how doing that element correctly, and her flexibility is something he hasn’t seen in any female skater in a while.

“Are you still with me, or I lost you at the moon?” his best friend took him out of his thoughts, and so he had to look away from the girl to look back at him. He didn’t like the grin he saw on his mouth.

“I don’t know what you mean”, he does.

Gastón shook his head.

“Go and talk to her”, he said, ignoring his words. “It’s been weeks since she started training here, and the only thing you do is staring at her like a creepy creep creep. It makes me uncomfortable”

“I have a girlfriend”, he reminded him, and Gastón rolled his eyes.

“So, what?” he asked, and Matteo’s only reply was a frown. “Look, I’m not telling you to go make out with the girl in the middle of the rink”, he continued. “I just want you to go there and talk to her, show her how charming you can be, and stop ignoring me while I’m trying to show you the greatest cat videos ever.”

Matteo sighed, still not capable to stand and skate towards the girl.

“She will ignore me, anyway”, he explained to his friend. “She usually does”, he added.

He has been trying to talk to her many times, but she always ignores him, or make up any excuse to leave as fast as possible.

The Italian couldn’t understand such behavior from the girl.

“Then I should thank her for showing you how it feels”, Gastón said, standing up. “Anyway, I have to leave, my virtual class is about to start, so I’ll let you admire the moon in peace”, he told him, with a grin. “Please, don’t flood the rink with your drool, everyone here needs the ice to be in perfect conditions.”

Sadly, his best friend ran so fast the water bottle didn’t get to hit his back.

With a soft sight, he looked back at the ice, and there she was skating, totally unaware about the fact she was the topic of discussion between him and his best friend.

He stood up and took a deep breath, maybe his best friend was right, he had to give it another try.

He was Matteo Balsano, after all, the king of the rink, the owner of an Olympic medal, no one could ignore him for long.

After taking off the covers of his blades he skated around the rink, warming up a little, trying to act like he is just casually doing his training and not trying to start a conversation with her, waiting for the right moment for them to talk.

She tried to do a triple Lutz.

She fell.

Matteo skated towards her, with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asked when he got next to her.

“Yes, yes... I am”, Luna replied, without even looking at him. “I’m just having a hard time with this jump”, she added, trying to stand up by herself, so he offered her his hand.

She hesitated, but ended up accepting his help.

Matteo might have miss-calculated how much strength to use to help her stand, because next thing he felt was her chest crashing into his torso, and the proximity of their bodies took his breath away.

He looked down at her, and she slowly looked up at his face, so their eyes met, making everything around fade into oblivion.

A quick glance at her lips, and his mind was already making many images of them kissing.

But she was fast at putting some distance between them.

“T-thanks”, she said, avoiding his sight. “I- I have to continue with this jump, Juliana wants me to do it for my short program, and…”

“It’s the counterrotation”, he interrupts her, crossing his arms. “It’s a common problem with the Lutz, you just have to be aware of it and try to correct it for the landing. But, I’m sure you will be able to do it after some practice.”

Her face told him she was taken by surprise.

“What do you know about jumps, Ice Dancer?” she teased, and the grin got wider on his lips.

She had no idea what she got herself into.

“I’m sure I know more than you, Piccola”, he skated around her, like a predator surrounding its prey. “I’m very good at jumps, indeed.” He’s trained many times with Gastón and Ramiro, as both boys seem to appreciate having him around while trying new elements, to get some feedback, and they like to challenge each other during these sessions. Besides, he loves showing off (he won’t even deny that), so making jumps during ice shows gives him the praise he craves.

Luna snorted.

“Whatever you say, Chico Fresa”, she said, and he laughed at the nickname.

They already had a discussion about its meaning when he went to have dinner with Ambar at the Benson’s.

Oh, he was going to prove her wrong.

“If I was you I would take back my words, Luna”, he said, and then started skating around while getting some speed. One, two… he turned around to skate backwards, a cocky smile got in his lips as he prepared himself for the jump, and stayed there until he perfectly landed on the outside edge of his right foot.

Luna was shook, and he loved it.

“You were saying…?” Matteo asked, as he skated towards her. She was still speechless. “I mean, I can give you some private lessons, if you want,” he added, and that seemed to bring her back to her senses, because she starting shaking her head.

“I’m fine with my current trainer, thanks”, she said, putting more distance between them. “Besides, I don’t think my cousin would like that idea.”

He didn’t see the reason why she wouldn’t.

“You are her cousin”, he said.

“Yeah, but she doesn’t like me… like, at all”, she explained him. “Look, I have to go. Thanks for your… erm, help. See you around.”

He wanted to stop her, to tell her something else so their chat would last a little bit longer, but nothing came to his mind.

It was late when he arrived home after having a couple of drinks with his friends.

Gastón and Ramiro organized a guys’ night out and called it the “Double break up therapy” as, according to them, he required to do a lot of mourning because not only his three-years-long relationship with Ámbar Smith ended that day, but also the one he had with figure skating.

He had taken the first step required to follow his dreams: he told Juliana and his now ex-skating partner that he would retire from figure skating.

His trainer took it pretty well, much better than he expected, to be honest. She understood his motives, wished him good luck on his career choice, and promised him to send the contacts of some people she knows at the music industry that could help him. On the other hand, his girlfriend… correction, ex-girlfriend, made a tantrum. The biggest he has ever seen her make, and he has seen plenty of them. She started to call him selfish, stupid, and many other insulting words he is not going to repeat in order to keep it PG over here, but they were very enlightening to make him question their entire relationship.

Her last words before storming out Juliana’s office were used to break up with him and, sincerely, he was already expecting that.

He should be feeling bad, like the biggest traitor on earth, because he knows his decision affected other people. But, at that exact moment, he just felt free, like he had taken a lot of weight out of his shoulders, like he was floating through the hallway instead of walking. And it wasn’t because of the level of alcohol in his blood, that he was sure. Well, maybe a little, but he wasn’t drunk-DRUNK, just a little tipsy, as he was functional enough to be able to open the door of his apartment without any complication.

He was thankful his newest neighbors had already freed the aisle from their boxes, though. Avoiding them to get to his door would be an impossible mission for his numb brain.

He let out a soft sight as he walked into the living room, collapsing on his couch, deciding to stay there until he felt like walking again.

And then, all of sudden, his mind decided to think about her.

What would she be doing at that moment? Did Ámbar tell her about his retirement? About their break up? Would she also believe that he’s making a mistake? That he should have stick to figure skating? No, she would be glad for him, she had to be glad for him.

She, unlike Ámbar, would be happy about people following their dream.

Gastón and Ramiro were wrong about something: He didn’t need to mourn his skating career, he could still do it as a hobby, much less his relationship with Ámbar Smith, contrary to everyone’s beliefs, he had never felt happier about something being over. No, what he really needed to mourn was seeing her every day, watching her training sessions from the benches, crashing into her everywhere, and having the excuse of going to talk with Ámbar to see her in her house. Saying it that way, he sounded like some kind of stalker.

Matteo giggled and closed his eyes.

How pathetic.

He was glad his best friend wasn’t there at the moment, because he wouldn’t stop teasing him if he knew about the content of his thoughts, about how crazy he was about the moon.

At the thought of the celestial body she appeared in his mind, right in front of him, wearing a loose yellow dress that looked way too good on her. She was smiling at him, like she would never do in reality, and offered her hand for him to take it.

He did it, interlacing their hands, and pulling her closer by it, getting lost in her eyes.

She was like a princess, the most beautiful he had ever seen.

Inspiration hit him at that moment, and he had to stand up from the couch, looking for a notebook and a pen. The numbness was long forgotten. With everything he needed in his hands he sat back at the couch, his heart racing as he started writing the words that came to his mind, being fueled by her, only by her.

Cómo es que se elige a una princesa,

Día y noche pienso en ella,

En su Mirada,

Que me habla del amor.

Cómo es que descubro la manera,

De encontrarme frente a ella,

Escuchar su corazón.

#Soy Luna #Lutteo #soy luna fanfic #lutteo fanfic #matteo balsano #luna valente #FigureSkatingAU #written by me

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rosered282 · 5 years

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*taps microphone* hewwo? this thing on?

I got tagged by the lovely @livlepretre (congrats on the wedding btw!) for this answer 22 questions and tag 22 people you want to get to know better so here we go!

Nickname(s): Rosie- I go by this on here, my mom also calls me Rosie, and also Rosie-cosy-oli-olio but Rosie is fine lol

Zodiac sign: Taurus (I am as stubborn and lazy as you can get, truly the perfect example of this star sign)

Height: 5'9-5′10 (FUN FACT: I am taller than both my brother and my mother, I was taller than them when I was like 15-16 and they both HATE it, especially my brother because he’s the older sibling)

Last movie I saw: At home: I just watched the Fyre documentary on Netflix and I feel so bad for the people on Great Exhuma that Billy what's his face ripped off, although I’m glad to hear that the woman who catered the event out of her own pocket was able to make back the money she lost thanks to online donations. At the theater: The Kid Who Would Be King, tbh it’s a good movie but I was too old for it, entertaining but best for kids

Last thing I googled: The masked singer results lol, I knew it was Tori Spelling!

Favorite musician: It changes with the seasons but rn it’s Hozier, I love Movement sooooooo much like it’s become my favorite of his songs, and I’m so pumped for his album in March

Song stuck in my head: Under Pressure by Queen and David Bowie, I watched Bohemian Rhapsody the other day and now I have a lot of queen stuck in my head but this is the one that’s stuck today

Other blogs: I want to do more blogs but I don’t like the side blog feature and I’d have to keep SO many emails and passwords together so instead you get literally everything condensed on this blog :)

Following now: I’m still following a lot of people that I was following when I made this blog, which was in 2014 I think? And back then I was into Dragon Age and they were Dragon Age centric blogs but they shifted through the times and so have I but they mostly post memes and stuff (I love memes) so its not that big of a deal. But there’s aesthetic blogs that I follow, so many Star Wars blogs, some Dragon Age blogs and Harry Potter blogs, game of thrones (although more ASoIaF and there is a difference) literally 1 LotR blog and some comic artists, I think the numbers at 150 blogs that I’m following?

Followers: Hello all my 320-ish followers! How many of you are inactive? How many of you are pornbots? How many of you literally don’t know who I am and are wondering how I got onto your dashboard (I hacked you obviously)?

Amount of sleep I get: 8-9 hours usually, I’ve gone without no sleep before and I’ve slept for 12 hours but I do enjoy my 8 hours, nine makes me feel groggy

Lucky numbers: idk man, I’ve never really focused on it, is it like numbers you like?? Are you assigned them?? How do you keep track of good numbers do you like write them down??

What I’m wearing: Currently wearing jeans and my R2D2 t-shirt, I was wearing my converse but I took them off when I got back from class

Dream job: A writer, I love writing but I’m paranoid I’m not good enough to make it as a professional one. And maybe a traveling photographer, there’s so many things that I’d want to capture forever

Dream trip: hmmmmmm..... *strokes fake beard pensively*, I’d honestly just love to go around the world, there’s so many different places that I’m fascinated by and think are absolutely AMAZING but I’ll narrow the field a bit. In the country: I’d wanna visit the Salt Flats in Bonneville, they’re so pretty!!! Maybe swing down to the Grand Canyon while I’m at it ;) Out of the Country: Puerto Vallarta w/ my bestie, she has family down there and spent a few years down there as a kid and from what she tells me it was amazing, I totally would love to go, it’s such a beautiful city. Out of the Continent: Italy, I love Italian food and roman history, every time I see a photo of Italy I'm just like “where is my private villa in Tuscany?”

Favorite food: Italian! But that's what I go to for comfort food and stuff but I recently just tried Indian food (I know, I know, look I was a stubborn kid and I liked what I liked and I didn’t like trying new things) and I loved it (at least minus cilantro and coriander *CURSE YOU MOTHER FOR GIVING ME THE SOAP CILANTRO GENE*) so butter chicken has become a new fav

Instruments: I knew piano when I was younger *stares wistfully at my keyboard in my closet* but I have NO idea how to play now, I am a halfway decent singer tho (I was in my hs choir for 3 years, elementary school for like 4 I think?)

Languages: English and the smallest bit of French and Japanese. I can’t speak either very well but a few sentences but I can read both somewhat decently (never got to Kanji tho in Japanese so I can’t really READ Japanese)

Favorite songs: Okay lets see, Movement and NFWMB by Hozier, Left Hand Free by Alt-J, Carter and Cash by Tor Miller, I like most of Hayley Kiyoko’s stuff but Feelings is a fav rn, Burning Down The House by Talking Heads, Dancing in The Dark by Hot Chip (seriously love this one), Homewrecker by Marina (no longer And The Diamonds), Boyfriend by Teagan and Sara, Midnight City by M83, heavydirtysoul and The Hype by twentyonepilots, Gooey by Glass Animals (I love most of their stuff but this one is a fav, also Poplar St), Feels Good to Be High and Surrender by Walk The Moon

Random fact: the guy who invented frisbees asked to be turned into one when he died. I also just learned to snap last year and will periodically snap just to be sure that I haven’t forgotten how to do it

Aesthetic: Thick warms blankets, hazy light from a lampshade, the sprinkle of rain at midnight after a cloudy day, the smell of fresh baked bread. The sound of wind rustling through old redwoods, stars peaking through the branches of trees at night. The dead grass in a graveyard, fingers brushing through hair, burning firewood and the thick choking smoke that follows beauty

Tagging: uhhhhhhhhhhhhh @brains0nt0ast, @lyannas, @bloomgemstonia, @fettuccine-alfreylo and whichever the rest of you guys wants to do it?? Don’t feel pressured

#about me

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lost-in-hyrule-field · 6 years

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Thunder (Day 2)

Guess who’s already behind! Well, it’s Monday somewhere.

Read Part One Here

Rauru was a compact town— small, but in a way that made it seem more bustling, even as the sun began to dip on the horizon.

Zelda readjusted the cloak, feeling eyes following her in the street and watching her through darkened windows.

She told Link, and he nodded. “We probably are being watched.”

She clutched at his arm before realising the gesture had pulled the cloak away, expoing her shift. “Should we be worried?” she asked, hastily readjusting.

Link shook his head. “This town’s out of the way enough that they don’t get too many visitors, and most people have been here for a few generations. Combine that with the monster attacks that have been happening recently, and they’ve got a right to be suspicious.”

She nodded, but still felt on-edge until they reached the town’s only inn— The Miller and Pardoner— a low, smoky building made of darkened wood.

“We’ve only got one room available,” the burly man at reception said brusquely, eyes lingering on the sword at Link’s hip.

“That’s fine,” Link said, without missing a beat. “My wife and I are just looking for somewhere to stay for the night.” Zelda tried not to let her confusion show on her face.

“Just the one night?” the man asked, and Link nodded. “That’ll be 80 Rupees.”

Link’s eyebrows shot up. “80 Rupees? I could get a bed for 20 in any other town.”

The man was clearly losing what little patience he had. “Well then, go there. This bed is 80.”

Link scowled, but took out his wallet and handed over a few red gemstones.

The man took his time counting, even holding one up to the light to check its authenticity before handing a large skeleton key to Link. “It’s the third door on the left. Let me or one of the girls know if there’s anything you need,” he said, apparently pacified by the new money in his pocket.

“Thanks,” Link said, his face still set. “Would you send some hot water to our room. Make sure it’s been boiled.”

“Of course, sir.”

Link placed a hand on the small of Zelda’s back and led her toward the room.

“Cissa! Boiling water to room 5,” she heard the innkeeper shout behind her.

“Your wife?” Zelda asked.

Link, who had been muttering about “highway robbery” as he shut the heavy wood door looked over at her sheepishly. “I’m sorry, Princess. They probably wouldn’t have given me the room if they didn’t think we were married. I’ll sleep on the floor. I just didn’t want to sleep outside tonight.”

“Why not?” Sleeping outside sounded lovely to her. Cool breezes and lush grass and millions of stars overhead.

“There was a red sunrise this morning. And now it smells like thunder,” he answered cryptically as he took off his hat and tossed it on the bed. Then he added apologetically, “I really had planned on getting separate rooms. I’m not trying to take advantage.” She almost asked, ‘of what?’ before realising what he’d meant.

She sat down on the brightly coloured quilt, worrying the edge of the cloak in her fingers as he began rummaging in his pack again.

He sat up when someone knocked solidly on the door, and she watched his hand hover instinctively over the hilt of his sword as he answered the door.

A slim woman with a tired face awkwardly held a shallow copper basin under her arm and a pitcher full of water in her hand. “You ask for boiled water?”

Link nodded, taking the pitcher from the woman. He handed over a few Rupees and she gave him the basin.

He nudged the door closed with his foot and set the basin and pitcher down on the bedside table before going back to rummaging.

Zelda swung her feet idly, wanting to say something, but unsure of what.

“Is 80 Rupees a lot?”

He sighed slightly as he fished out a wad of whitish fabric and sat on his heels looking at her. “It’s more than I’d like to pay, but it’s nothing I can’t afford. I just don’t like to spend money on this kind of thing if I don’t have to.”

She breathed out a soft, “Oh,” as he stood up, undoing his belt buckle and propping his scabbard against the wall.

“I’m sorry about this,” he muttered apologetically before quickly stripping off his tunic and undershirt.

She blinked in surprise. Why was he apologising? Was shirtlessness improper? Would he have apologised if it wasn’t?

She was contemplating turning around when she saw his chest.

“What happened to you?”

He glanced over at her guiltily, but didn’t stop unwinding the large, stained bandage wrapped around his chest and over his shoulder. “I got burned and then stabbed.”

Her eyes widened as the bandage fell away. “That looks horrible.”

He gave a lopsided shrug as he poured some water into the basin and wet a clean looking rag. “They’re not the worse I’ve gotten, but I think they’ll scar pretty badly.”

She chewed her lip, not sure if it was rude to look at him but equally unsure of where else to look; he sat down, wincing as he began dabbing the exposed wounds. Suddenly, he hissed through his teeth, dropping the rag and clenching his free hand.

She was on her feet in a moment; “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, though the pained look on his face contradicted him. “It just hurt more than I thought it would.”

He picked up the cloth again, but she took it from his hand. “Let me.”

“Princess, no,” he said lamely as she bent over him. “You don’t need to do this.”

She ran the cloth lightly over the burn. “You saved me. And paid for the room. This is the least I can do.”

She wasn’t sure, but the burn looked severe— blistered and oozing. She heard his breath hitch whenever she touched it. “What did this to you?” she asked softly.

She paused her ministrations, letting his breath steady.

“The Thunderbird.”

“What’s a Thunderbird?”

He closed his eyes— remembering— his brow furrowed. “It was a monster or a demon or a god or something. The Fokka worshiped it like a god, at least. It almost looked almost human, but it was all wrong. It had huge wings and talons and these glass eyes and the most awful smile. It smiled the whole time, it didn’t even stop when it was dead. He just lay there grinning.” Link trailed off, own eyes slightly glassy and fixed on something far away.

Rain began to fall softly against the windows.

She laid a hand on his arm and softly called his name. His eyes focused and found hers.

“Sorry. It summoned fireballs. Which is how I got this,” he nodded at his shoulder.

“Why was it called the Thunderbird if it summoned fire?” she asked, wondering if she was already supposed to know.

The corners of his mouth twitched. “Turns out its weakness was thunder. I could only hit it after I used that spell.”

Her eyes brightened. “You can do magic? Will you show me?”

He nodded. “Not right now. But when we’re back out on the road I will. The impressive looking ones don’t generally go over well when I do them inside of towns.”

She grinned broadly and thanked him. He returned a slightly pained smile.

“How did you get this?” She turned her attention to the narrow cut snaking across his ribs, crudely stitched up with dark thread. “Did you do these yourself?”

He nodded, sighing deeply. “That was my own shadow. I had to fight it to get the triforce.”

“What was that like?” His face darkened for a moment, almost too quickly for her to notice. But then it faded into sadness. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

She watched a range of emotions flit across his face, too fast to name any of them, and on a sudden impulse, pressed her lips to his forehead.

“Princess?” he murmured, surprised.

“Thank you. For doing all of this to save me.”

He looked like he was going to say something but thought the better of it, and, after another moment responded, “It was my duty.”

“Link, I’m not letting you sleep on the floor. You’re injured.”

“Princess, I’ve slept in far worse places in much rougher shape. And I’d never let you sleep on the floor.”

Thunder rumbled outside as he squared his shoulders. Truth be told, she had no desire to sleep on the floor either.

In a fluid movement, so scooted further towards the wall and patted the empty space next to her on the bed. “So just sleep here with me.”

She saw a look of shock flit across his face before transforming back into stoic resolve. “Princess, I couldn’t.” “Link, don’t be ridiculous. I have no intention of assaulting you in the middle of the night. And I trust you.”

She looked at him sternly, lit softly by the candle in his hand. His chest was still bare save the clean bandage he had shown her how to tie.

“I will order you to sleep in this bed if I have to.” Could she give him orders?

After a moment, he acquiesced, blowing out the candle and pulling back the quilt to slide stiffly into bed beside her.

She listened to his breathing, deep and steady, and could feel him relax into the mattress as he drifted closer to sleep. She wasn’t sure if she would ever feel the need for sleep again.

A flash of lightning tore across the sky, momentarily illuminating his profile in sharp outline. She was sure she remembered him from the before. Or someone who was very nearly him. Waiting just beyond what she could reach.

“Did they forget me?” It was barely a whisper; she was sure he didn’t hear her.

“What?” Link asked groggily.

“Did my family forget me?”

“No. Every first daughter of the royal family is named Zelda after you, so that they’d never forget.”

“But they left me in that desolate place. How could they just leave?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

He reached across under the quilt and took her hand, squeezing gently. “I’m sorry.”

(This is the Thunderbird, BTW)

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survivormetaverse · 3 years

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Episode 12 - "i'm baaaaaacckkkkk 😈" ~Jodi

An iconic moment happened today and I accidentally voted my closest ally out of the game. So Brayden got sent home and he is going to hate me when he finds out what happened. I did kind of get him out on accident I did not mean for Brayden to go I wanted Jay gone but I was blindsided by Colin and Josh and Elle AND AMY!!??]£[_[3 Omg. Im really upset that hes gone i miss him so much and I dont know how Im gonna go on without his brain. I dont trust Jay but Jared and Jay were both messaging me about how they already forgive me and stuff so thats a little crazy. I think it could be fake or they are just desperate for numbers. But I am with Josh and Amy and Colin and Elle now. I want to be with their numbers. I talked to all of them individually and they said they all were sorry for lying to me and causing me to get my friend out. I know its just a game but I just feel awful and so guilty right now. This has probably been the worst day of my life. He probably will never play another org with me again and hes the only reason i play orgs its boring without him. We are best friends increal life and I hope he can forgive me. I havent said anything to him because thats breaking the rules. But when he finds out im literally so scared of what he'll say to me. I pray he will forgive me I am literally so dumb af.

i'm baaaaaacckkkkk..................... 😈

This is literally worst case right now with jodi winning the play back like throughout the day she has won back her allies including anastasia since she swapped coins with her. Elle, colin, and josh all gave me all their coins to grab immunity before the other side to protect me but also it makes me a bigger target lol plus I gave elle some swapped to get the second thing the leftover because I THOUGHT it could give us an extra vote since that was ony menu but I was tired and drunk and it was a LOT of words and it was just the hunts which I knew didn't have any and I feel terrible bc 150 tokens and my actual alliance is going to be so mad when they realize THAT I HAVE THE LAST ONES and fucked up in suggesting it at all. First they were going for info. So now I think Jodi got all the other sides tokens and they are pooling for something idek. It's literally worst case like we were set to be up 5-2 or at least 4-3 and now it looks like it's 4-4 again hahaha neat. And it looks like colin is chatting with jodi again and they are making deals lol like tbh if she gets to the end I am voting for her to win I've said it many rounds. Turns out anastasia and brayden not only know each other irl they are besties so she mad mad. And Josh looks to be making deals and thinking about flipping so I am on borrowed time but tbh I never expected to make merge. I am glad I have immunity bc I physically couldn't do the challenge anywU here lol and I fucked that up too hahahaha. Good times all around. Like I want to tell them about my steal a vote to have official numbers but now they'd just be mad hahaha literally colin and I had every advantage except jared's idol now. Ahhhh idk what to do but it remains hilarious. I'm expecting Raffy to give my info in these in the market and that is no bueno ahahahaha. I am tempted to just give colin everything bc it's funny. Also jodi talked to me until 1am just trying to guilt me into being back with her I said I have to sleep goodnight like 5 times minimum. Her social game is so good that's why I think she has them all back with her and possibly josh. The problem is that I was keeping her close bc she had the info from others and from my game. I really never had a number one lol bc I was just vibing and I guess now colin is bc I flipped with him lol and I think it's hilarious he grew his army from 0 to 5 almost.

I have a suspicion colin and anastasia have actually been closely aligned this whole time and she knew everything all along. Colin sure loves giving out info haha. And apparently deals are happening all over, none of which I have made 😂

Jodi's backkkkk, wild wild wilddddd. The challenge went poorly, darn thats like 20 minutes wasted. We bought the refresh and there was nothing there 💔 that's 150 tokens wasted 😅. But! We got Amy immunity✨ and then Colin won the challenge so tbh everything's still going great lol. Wonder how we're gonna vote this round :/ we'll see how this goes! I've stopped worrying whether I'm going completely, it either happens or it doesn't 💖 xoxo, gossip girl (this is misleading I HAVE NOT SEEN THE SHOW i just know way too much about it because i have friends that did lol)

So after I voted my showmance Brayden out of the game I was left with an interesting situation. I had cried to Josh Colin and Amy that I was alone now and that my whole alliance hated me. With Jodi back in, I dont think they believe me. I literally flipped sides so I could be in their alliance because I didnt trust Jay and Jared and Jodi. But they literally lied to me about the vote and said it was nothing personal to me but they didnt tell me the plan because they wanted to see if I was lying. Which sucks for me because I then voted Brayden out :( Now that they know that im truthful they said they would work with me now. But all of them have been pretty inactive today. I talked to Amy the most and a little Colin and a little Josh. But I wasnt in their alliance. So I asked Amy if I could be added into an alliance chat since I was apperently in their alliance now. And she said sure. And they added me to a vote block. That is not an alliance group chat btw. So I was like wow thanks. But inside I was like screw this. So before this all happened, Jodi, Jay and Jared put me in a true alliance group chat. This morning I was ready to work with Colin and Josh but not anymore. Not after they put me in a vote block chat clearly saying to me that I am just a number to be used. They don't even need my vote either because Amy has an idol and Amy and Colin are safe. So I'm obviously voting with Jay, Jared, and Jodi. And I know they probably have a final three without me. They could call it something really cool like the three J's. But I called Jay and explained everything to him. (Also Jay forgave me for literally trying to get him out. He umderstands that its a game and all of my motives about not trusting him anymore.) He said he would be a hypocrite if he didnt forgive me because he told people my name in the chaos vote. So I actually think we are cool. And I told Jay that I am his number one. Which is true. He told me a lot of things about how Amy is actually really smart and stuff (I thought that girl was just a goat that I could take to the end with me) But her and colin are tight and both immune. This is bad. Basically we will go to rocks unless Elle flips to our side. Jay is giving his pitch to Elle tommarow. And maybe I will apologize to her correctly tomarow too. ALSO SPELLING THE WORD TOMARROW IS THE HARDEST THING IN MY LIFE. Also I took 62 minutes to complete a puzzle today so thats kind of emberassing. Anyways bye everyone this was so much fun to type omg.

Lol I woke up to a text from jodi asking if anyone was taking about votes yet and I said no because I went to sleep early bc I almost passed out from heat yesterday and had just woke up and she responded "ummmm lol...." 🤣🤣🤣 Sorry I sleep. She's in Colin's dms saying how I was legit her number one and now we can't even talk about votes. Like yeah girl we worked our asses off to get you out of the game sorry I'm not happy you are back. Also I'm still at disney world so I don't have the time for a million conversations. I know I'm going to be the Russell Hanz of the f3 /if/ I make it. So what's jury management lol like she was already pissed I voted her out and I plan to do it again. Anyway it looks like it's hilariously about to be a unanimous jay vote tonight but I am thinking we throw one vote somewhere else in case of an idol. But if jodi did get anastasia back we can't do that. Anyway lol I'm immune so whatever. Elle and Colin discussed like if it's on elle (which apparently jared proposed an alliance of 5 which included myself lol!) Then we could go to rocks and have only josh as a possibility and statistically he won't go if he is willing to go to rocks that it. All this to say I'm f7 and I want to keep my extra vote to f6 if possible so I can use the idol for fun at f5.

https://youtu.be/snpKevncc44

My quest has come to an end. I joined this game to be someone who could be there for Jodi. Jodi and I played survivor subrosa together and we both had rough experiences due to a player in the game who harassed jodi and tried to convince everyone I was misogynistic. As much as I love Survivor, I didn’t play this game to win. I played this game because Jodi told me she was playing it and I wanted to be her body guard. I wanted to be someone who could be there for her both as a number but also as an enforcer, anybody who ever dared to do anything to Jodi would’ve had to have dealt with me. Tonight, Amy and Colin have immunity, and either amy or josh or elle have an idol, so there’s no point in making any noise tonight and wasting Jared’s idol. None of those 4 trust me, and I doubt any of them like me. It is what it is, it’s best for Jodi, Jared, and Anastasia’s game to move forward without me, and it’s smart for Jared to keep his idol. Tonight, I will be voted out, and I am 100% at peace with it.

Since Elle, Josh, Amy and Colin pooled their tokens for immunity and advantage refresh, it means all the advantages and disadvantages are on our side. Plan is to send Elle a disadvantage and let Colin know because honestly it’s not hard to find out anyways. Jay doesn’t mind getting booted at some point cuz he wants to stand for me on the jury, but I don’t want to boot him right now. Obviously they won’t boot Elle, so I’m going to see if Jared will propose Anastasia. The thing right now is me/Jay/Anastasia/Jared also know next round is invisible. So I want Jay or Anastasia to send Colin and Amy disadvantages because if they’re paranoid seeing me Jared/Jay/Anastasia have advantages and they have disadvantages, they might be paranoid enough to play all their idols. I also wanted to keep Jay for this round as it’d be unanimous and something everyone can settle on. Jared wanted to do me/Jared/Josh/Amy/Colin as an alliance but has concerns about the 3 of them being in top 5 in the majority snd also Colin having his ideal f3. I told him my plan has the best shot at flushing all idols and hopefully we can either get Josh to flip or at least have Amy/Colin vulnerable at 5/6. Last thing is Jared is worried he’d be blindsided this round. I told him my plan and I said even if he wanted to flush his idol this round, next round should be ok if we all vote out Jay and the rest of them flush idols. Good to be back in the game! I genuinely believe Colin wants me as a shield at least for this round, and if I can make it through, I have a game to play.

Not everyone saying they only bought an advantage lol what about those other 70 tokens 👀👀👀 Like it must be jay unless someone is lying haha i am hoping people are just busy bc these answers I'm getting from Josh and Colin are concerning 😂 It looks like only elle and got disadvantages ☠️ I am really hoping not to be a target next round even though I know I will be haha. Next round is only 7 and I'd love to take out jodi and jared before they turn on me ☠️ especially since colin creeped on jodi's insta and it is possible they know each other from sports irl. And she was so concerned about all these pregame connections 😂 and here it was likely to deflect. Anyway I just swapped my position of having jodi do all the social work with having colin do all the social work knowing full well I'm not gonna get those end votes. I'm just trying to pull up my placement average now 😂. I hope everyone sees me as having no social game to take me to the end lol bc realistically I don't bc I don't care to put in that time this game. As I write from the pirates of the caribbean line 😂 So anyway if I'm not being lied to which I might be it looks like unanimous jay tonight but also I think the other group was talking split on jay like a 3-3-2 and I'm like wait the 2 wouldn't help. Elle are you okay with that? So I think they must have figured out I have stuff ☠️ I wonder what people REALLY bought haha okay bye

Jodi is back, not just Jodi Jodi, but player Jodi. Player Jodi thinks a LOT. When I was out, the entire time I was hoping somebody caught on that Amy flipped because they knew to put a stray vote on Colin to protect him from chaos idol, but they left Josh exposed. Why? Because Colin knew Amy was going to throw a vote on Josh. Also, Colin tied with me for closest ally and that set off an alarm too. Onto the next. So Colin won immunity, Amy bought immunity, but this could possibly be good because it means they are playing knowing they are not at risk themselves. Anastasia is voting with them this round, but she's actually working with us. She told us that the actual plan on that side is: "Jay, Jared, Jodi vote elle and Elle, Amy, Colin vote Jay and Josh and Anastasia vote Jodi" Anastasia will vote me here to continue "working" with them for the next vote. Essentially, they thought that Jay had the merge idol this whole time and Colin was weary about it, and that's why he got nervous about sending out Jay last round. That told me Colin did not have the merge idol. Josh came to me too about Jay having the merge idol. But the way they're splitting the votes this round shows me now that somebody has stepped forward to mention they have it (likely Elle) because if Jay idoled, Elle goes in this split vote plan. Therefore, somebody must've been like "ok let's just be safe and split the votes, I have the other idol". That's good and bad because now Colin has no merge idol paranoia, and they're also able to use it together. It also did confirm to me they've talked about it. Here's where things get tricky. Player Jodi is so tempted to run with it and do a 4-3-1 Josh-Jay-Jodi but it's so risky and could possibly destroy the long term social game, especially if they idol for Josh and Jay goes anyway (we are not idoling for him here). So instead, I'm going to use Jay's vote out to the best of my advantage. Hopefully flush an idol if possible, maybe a steal-a-vote, something. Knowing about next round being invisible is good info for us. Having this info is so key and usually I would think that immunity for a round is bigger than this but being able to plan ahead for a GAME-CHANGING twist is crucial here. My move here is to play the game through psychological distress. I have no advantages! Since they're out of tokens from buying immunity, me/Anastasia/Jared/Jay bought advantages for ourselves and also sent out disadvantages to Colin/Amy/Elle. Seeing that not only we have advantages but also them having disadvantages, they probably still feel like things will be ok because they'll just split votes or whatever and one of them needs to win immunity. But given this is an invisible round, I think Amy is honestly paranoid enough to just play her idol, hopefully Elle does too, and then between me and Jared, we'll idol for one of us. I also plan on bluffing an advantage coming back from Jury, and say something along the lines of having to survive one round before the advantage got activated. I'm going for the win, everyone, I know that if I get to the end with anybody, I have a solid shot at winning. I just need to get there and to do that, I must play an adaptable game – more than ever. PS I am holding onto Jared's idol right now. Power (temporary) feels amazing. Dw I'm giving it back....😈

this has been the most chill round in a while. which is really weird consider JODI IS BACK AND WE BLINDSIDED BRAYDEN LAST ROUND this round is turning out to be what I WANTED last round to be. everyone is talking with everyone, people are trying to disband the sides and all intermingle. it's really interesting how no one else was on board with this until after they lost majority. seems like people don't like playing from the bottom. weird huh now these bitches know how I felt >:( anyway. jodi is back. it's weird. she knows that amy flipped now and everyone is playing very carefully my ideal boot this round was either jay or josh, in that order. so when my gay ass WON IMMUNITY I immediately put out jay's name. we already have the numbers, but I also like said my piece to jodi and jared, this is yalls chance to prove to me that you're really with me and sides don't exist. the ball is in their court do i trust them? no. am I worried? no. i have immunity, the scariest thing rn is that I think Jay is voting Elle, and if Jared and Jodi are with him then that's scary, bc Jared has an idol. The ONLY people I would play my idol for is Amy and Elle, and Elle being in trouble means I might have to play my idol on her if Jay idols himself. We have enough to split, so I'm not worried, I just hope all goes according to plan. sorry my confessional is lame. its the weekend now so i have time uwu. I'll write more the next few days

So this whole token twist thing has really annoyed me. Because of me wanting to show my loyalty to my alliance, i gave away all my coins to Amy so that she could but immunity. And against my wishes, Elle wasted her coins on the “advantage” which turned out to be a dud. I wanted to get coins together to buy game info or better yet, trade coins with other people. But i was left with nothing, while all the people on the other side used their coins to buy advantages in the next immunity challenge making it even harder for me to secure my safety. Maybe this new 2 Gays and a Jared alliance might actually pan out but im tired of getting the short end of the stick with everything.

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Edgic:

Power Rankings:

Anastasia: She is in the middle of the two sides. They both need her for the rest of this game before a side is terminated. She is the most powerful because she is in the middle.

Jodi: Has regained a lot of her footing in this game. Is being used as a shield by the people who voted her out. The decision to vote out Jay is questionable, but she still has a lot of power thanks to the knowledge Anastasia and Jared feed her.

Colin: The head of the opposing side. Seems to not know what is really going on with Anastasia. But his allies are willing to take him to the end which is good. Needs to avoid falling into a Jodi pitfall.

Amy: Her rat behavior has been exposed, but her allies are still willing to defend her. Second in command on the Colin side. She is being handed these immunities.

Jared: Jodi’s new #1. Will probably make it to the end of this game. However, he isn’t calling the shots and is in danger of being targeted as an “easy” vote or being called a goat at the end. Needs to start taking fate in his own hands.

Elle: Lost a lot of footing because of not telling Anastasia the truth. This move caused Anastasia to go back to Jodi’s side which will hurt in the coming round. Is the next target for the Jodi side.

Jay: Died on the sword for Jodi. I am confused why they didn’t just stack 4 votes somewhere else, but it is whatever. Has basically given up.

Josh: Left out of a lot of discussions. Is on the outside of his alliances and from the opposing side. Is the most in danger of getting targeted or being a casualty of an idol.

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im-sexy-and-im-mystictrash · 7 years

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So I wanted to know how the rfa+v+saeran+ vanderwood would react to a young mc like 15-18 being pregnant like a teen mom *Plantonic relationship Sorry if you don't like this *Let's say they got pregnant by a boyfriend

Naw fam I love this, I love anything with babies or teen moms so Ight I’ll take a crack at it, lets see what we can do if it’s okay some of them are going to have the boyfriend not in the picture. Also it’s like 2 o’clock in the morning so any spelling mistakes are still propable my fault, I still have shitty spelling at any time

Yoosung

You weren’t that far along

only a tiny baby bump

So not being that far along you didn’t feel the need to tell them much

and then in the chat room you totally forgot you didn’t tell them

so you just

“Ughh the morning sickness is really getting to me again”

“Morning sickness? so you only get sick in the morning?”

“No that’s just a saying people use when the pregnant are sick”

…

“Pregnant?”

Oh yeah oops

“I totally forget that I didn’t say anything, Yeah i’m pregnant”

Yoosung has so many questions and then remembers

“Wait aren’t you in high school?”

“Yup”

…

“So you’re a teen mom?!”

“Yea”

He was so surprised

He’s never known anyone that’s been a mom so young

He had asked many questions and you answered all of them

but then he asked one that caught you off guard

“So are you and your boyfriend hoping for a boy or girl?”

“Well I’m not sure about him, he hasn’t talked to me for awhile…”

“WHAT?!”

He is furious

The dad doesn’t want to be there?!

“It’s okay MC I’ll be there for you!”

That just tugs at your heart

When you two met irl

ya’ll were stuck like glue

He stayed with you to help you

“MC would you like some more food?” Yes

He did

E V E R Y T H I N G F O R Y O U

“Don’t worry Uncle Yoosung is here”

Zen

You were trying to tell them that you couldn’t do the whole RFA thing because your due date was coming up soon

but they were so excited to do the party so you didn’t say anything

Seven obviously knew about it so you told him to say nothing

“Alright but I’m going to watch you like a hawk!”

So as the days went on you were pretty good and having fun

But it was when it came to the time that Zen broke his leg

You wanted to help so badly

but no one knew you were VERY pregnant

So while in the chatroom as the car was on it’s way to pick you up you just dropped it into the chatroom

“Can’t to see you”

“Me too! I’ll see you soon”

“Yup btw I’m 9 months pregnant bye!”

MC left the chatroom

Zen was freaking out

What if something happens on your way here?

And what would he do if your water broke while your were here?

your pregnant?!

*Ding dong*

OMG PREGNANT TEEN IS HERE WHAT DO I DOOOO

He opens the door for you and sees your very big belly

“MC get in here! what if the baby gets cold?!”

it was more like he was taking care of you then you taking care of him

He grew attached to you two

“Is this what it feels like to be a grandpa?”

“You’re not my dad Zen”

Also Zen refused to let you go back to the apartment

“You’re not going back while you’re going to pop any day now! I want nothing to happen to my grand child”

“Zen you’re not my…whatever yeah your grand kid”

Everyone agreed that you should stay with Zen for the remainder of the time

you were doing so good even getting many guests

until you were at the party

While stuffing your face at the food table your water broke

once he heard you screaming in pain he was running to you

“Don’t worry MC! Grandpa Zen will get you there safely!

He obviously didn’t go into the delivery room

But he was right beside you when your baby Boy/Girl was in your arms

“Zen would you like to hold your grandchild?”

He was in TEARS

Grandpa ain’t going anywhere

Jaehee

You actually didn’t know you were pregnant

You were only a few weeks

and you didn’t have a clue

Jaehee was the one that suggested it when you told her about you being sick and wanting really weird food, being really moody

“Jaehee I don’t know what’s going on”

“Aren’t you pregnant?”

…

“haha..”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes”

…

“OH MY GOD”

You get a pregnancy test and low and behold

Boom

Lil MC in progress

You were so scared

“Jaehee I can’t have a baby! I’m only in high school!”

She was a bit started about your age

but

“MC I may have known you for very few days but I know you’re a very strong woman, you can do this!”

Awww shedding a few tears

She helped you through the whole process

She ordered Seven around so you got all the things you needed

You could have left to get the things you needed

but nope

Momhee ain’t havin it

“You’re staying in the apartment we don’t want anything to happen to you”

“Seven get her medicine for her morning sickness”

“Yes ma’am

“Seven watch to make sure she’s eating those veggies”

“But those are gross”

“Seven you’re getting her the fucking vegetables”

“Spare me yes your highness”

Seven was forced to go back and forth to take care of you in place of Jaehee

He was too scared to find out what she would do if he didn’t do what said

and when you two met?

She was even more protective

Made sure you did your homework

more healthy food

but she did it because she cared about you like her own daughter

“Jaehee you’re the best mom ever”

“But I’m not-”

“shhh Just let it happen”

Jumin

You were about 5 months along

So you had a belly

but it only made you look chubby

Which effected you greatly

“Jumin am I fat?”

“I’ve never met you in person so I don’t know”

“Oh my god you think I’m fat!”

“what? no I didn’t-”

“Well you’re fat!”

“No I’m within healthy range for my age and height”

“Oh rub it in why don’t cha! well you’re not 5 months pregnant!”

…

“Mc you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah! so I’m not fat!”

“MC I never said you were fat”

He had you brought to his penthouse sooner so you could get the best care

“I refuse to let you be alone without proper care”

So while being there the whole time you had whatever you wanted

you might or might not have worked the maids to death

You were queen

“I want ice cream”

“Yes ma’am”

“Get me someone to rub my feet, they hurt”

“of course”

“Bow and kiss my feet!”

“…”

“Sorry I was kidding Maybe”

When it came to the party he kept you by his side

And even after the party he took care of you

“Jumin you would make a great godfather”

He was so touched

He was there for everything

But you refused to let him in the delivery room

When he first saw your child he practically claimed him/her

“Make arrangements that this child will take over the business once he/she is 18″

“Jumin!”

“Make it 20″

Saeyoung (Seven)

you were 707 months along

I might have done that on purpose

He didn’t really think everything through

“It’s okay for her to do this as long as I watch her every 1.33 seconds”

Vanderwood was PISSED

“Stop watching this pregnant teen and do your work!”

LE GASP

“Uncle Seven can’t not take care of Them! what is WRONG with YOU!”

work was basically thrown out the window

Speaking of windows

*enter unknown through the window*

He also didn’t think things through by making a pregnant teen as a victim

Eh whatevs

*now enter agent 707*

“MC is the baby okay?!”

“What about me you asshole!!?”

“oh yeah are you okay? hopefully the baby didn’t get hurt”

You damn near slapped the boy

but it was sweet he cared

Again he stayed at the apartment for you and did basically everything for you

He also read up everything about babies

“omg MC did you know babies swallow and breath at the same time!?”

“Saeyoung you better not try that”

Too late

But besides all the silly stuff

He truly cared about you and the baby

He called himself Uncle seven every chance he could

“Agent 707 get back here to work!”

“Excuse you, it’s UNCLE agent 707″

“I swear to god I will taser you”

He took care of you even when you two went to save Saeran

“Saeran you have to come back you’re an uncle now”

“I’m an uncle? cool lets go”

By the time the baby was born

Both Saeran and Saeyoung were there for you

But Saeyoung tried to name the baby while you were asleep

“Saeyoung is this a good idea? I don’t think MC would like this”

“Shh Saeran this is the Job of an uncle”

“I name thee…Little defender of justice”

Que you waking up just as he’s about to sign the birth certificate

“SAEYOUNG”

“Shh MC just let it happen”

Jihyun (V)

It was THE day of joining the RFA that your water broke

“Ah Seven?”

“Hmm what can god seven do for you”

“Do you think you can take a look at the CCTV?”

…

“OMG MC I’LL BE RIGHT THERE”

No one could no the location

but seven didn’t want to be alone

so he brought V

They both show up as your clutching your stomach in pain

“ABOUT FUCKING TIME YOU’RE HERE”

“MC don’t swear in front of the baby!”

“Um Seven I don’t think that’s helping MC”

V was holding your hand the whole way to the hospital

Seven had to get back to work

so V stayed with you

“You don’t have to help RFA we’ll understand”

“No I want to help! I just need a little bit of help…”

Done and done

V had given up all his time to be with you

you stayed with him

He was actually really good with babies

did you need sleep because you were up with the baby all night?

“Here I’m take care of the baby, You go get sleep”

Ran out of baby diapers?

“Stay here I’ll take care of it”

Dude He probably forgot about Rika

He was spending to much time helping you

and he really liked it

it might have been just to thing he needed to help him heal

“Jihyun would you like to be the godfather?”

He was so happy

He went and got the surgery so he was at his peak to help

“I would be honored”

Saeran

You had met after the whole mint eye thing

so Saeran was still very damaged

he was away from it all

but he felt like he was missing something

Then you walked into the picture

well you walked into him

you were a troubled teenager that had a pretty crappy home life

He was about to yell at you for running into him

but his eyes widen when he saw you holding your stomach in pain

“Help me?”

He took you to the hospital

and he thought it was his fault about what happened so he stayed to make sure you were okay

The doctor said the baby was okay

that this pain was normal and should go away

you knew nothing about babies and being pregnant

You broke down when Saeran asked of you were okay

“I don’t know anything about being a mom! I’m all alone!”

you didn’t have any family

and the dad bailed

He didn’t know what but his heart went out to you

“I can help”

He can’t believe he said that

“You will?”

“Well…I can try”

and sense then you two became friends

He would help you and you would help him

he looked up everything about babies

and he went strictly by the books

“MC it says here you shouldn’t be eating this much”

“Seriously saeran?”

…

“Yes?”

Saeran wanted to help you by his self

so he didn’t ask seven for anything

and he didn’t need seven

although he was scared himself

he did pretty well taking care of you

When the baby was born he was so scared that you wouldn’t need him anymore

“saeran where are you going? The baby is going to need his/her Uncle

He had never felt this way

or felt this needed

He was very happy to call himself an uncle

*saeyoung walks in*

“Get out don’t come near him/her you’ll corrupt him/her with your idiocy

*saeyoung walks out with tears

Sorry I forgot you Vanderwood

Vanderwood

You were a family member from his past

so he had no idea that you were 8 months pregnant

The due date was just around the corner

and you were trapped in a cult leader’s apartment

no big deal

Vanderwood didn’t like you because

1.You were distracting Seven from work

2.He had no idea it was you yet

So he would come to the bunker to collect Seven’s work

only to find that it’s not done

…

“Seven why the hell is your work not done?!”

“Hmm? babysitting”

Vanderwood is ready to roast his ass

“You can’t even take care of yourself and you’re babysitting?”

“I’m hurt Vanderwood…I’m hurt”

*takes out taser*

“Whoa whoa lets not get hasty here, I’ll get the work done if you help me watch over her”

…

“You want me to watch over some girl?”

Seven scoffs

“Oh my gawd Mary it’s not JUST a girl”

“It’s a teen girl”

That like set off read flags in Vanderwood’s head

“A teen girl?”

“Ya and pregnant

RED FLAGS RED FLAGS

“You need to be put in jail”

Seven busts out laughing

“Oh you naughty Mary you, I only father to all cats of the world, She just stumbled upon us.

Totally done with seven’s shit and just wants him to get his work done

He watches you

he looks into the CCTV

to see you with yo big ol’ baby bump

and then he sees your face

GEE

“what the hell is my Niece doing in there?!”

Seven drops his pop to the floor

“SHE’S YOUR NIECE?!”

“YES YOU MORON GET HER OUT OF THERE”

“But-”

“so help me god if you don’t get my niece out of that room I will taser you till you fry”

…

“One niece coming right up!”

He picked you up and took you to his bunker

“Seven why are you bringing me to your place?”

“So I live”

You both arrive and once you see Vanderwood

Total tear fest

you and him haven’t seen each other in years

“MC why were you trapped in the apartment?”

“Seven put a bomb in it”

…

“SEVEN!”

He’s probably already on his way to mexico

You stay at the bunker with him

He took care of you

even after you gave birth you too stuck together

He wasn’t going anywhere ever again

Master list of my headcanons

Ray’s headcanon

#mystic messenger #my headcanons #mystic messenger headcanon

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ao3-hipster-fangirl-trash · 6 years

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For Pity XII

Chapter 1 l Chapter 2 l Chapter 3 l Chapter 4 l Chapter 5 l Chapter 6 l Chapter 7 I Chapter 8 I Chapter 9 I Chapter 10 I Chapter 11 I Chapter 12 I Chapter 13

Overall Summary: Sigyn, queen of Vanaheim, is gifted a consort by the Allfather of Asgard, unknown to her, said consort happens to be his adopted son; Loki, and the only reason he was ‘gifted’ was that he should be someone elses’ problem.

Chapter Summary: Sigyn finds that Loki has become more distant than usual over the past few days, and whilst she isn't aware that there is a purpose to this, she finds herself feeling abandoned as she had so many times in the past. So, as she did when she faced solitude, rather than awaken Amora and rant to her, she cries to the stars, to the moon in a last ditch attempt to help her deal with what she's feeling. Little does she know that the person she is screaming about is listening to her every word.

Word count: 1885

Note: Inspired by @nanihoosartblog and her awesome loki x sigyn consort AU! go and check it out!

btw if you want more frequent updates for this story here’s my ao3 account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/superwholocked_wizard

Warnings: self doubt, angst, crying, anger, self blame?

The nights had been rough. Sigyn had woken many a time breathless and covered in sweat, looking to her left and seeing an empty spot where Loki would usually be. She had realised that she had come to need his comfort in her sleep and had grown used to his arm draped casually around her waist. She needed him simply for sleep, and such a dependancy scared her. It had taken her years to form such a bond with Amora, and even sometimes now she was taken aback with by how close they had become, and to have such a bond with someone who was a stranger but a couple of months ago scared her.

The last couple of nights, her nightmares had become all but unbearable and she had resorted to taking herbal remedies to help her sleep properly. Even then, one night she awoke screaming, begging for them to stop and leave her alone, to stop hurting her mother and yet, even in her state of consciousness she couldn’t shake the tears that fell freely from her cheeks.

She reached out, looking for Loki as a form of comfort, only to yet again find a completely empty bed. Completely lost, she stayed frozen, tears still falling freely from wide childlike eyes, completely enveloped with fear. She hated this, being alone again after forming an attachment, especially one she valued so. It was just as it happened, people left and eventually found themselves unwilling to return.

She had seen Loki within the past few days, he had been at breakfast, lunch and dinner, he had followed her dutifully through her meetings and tried his best to seem pleased, however that was all that it was, a duty. She was sure that if she hadn’t offered him the place of ‘consort’ he wouldn’t even leave the library, which he seemed to spend all his time nowadays.

She let out a sob, the images of the past almost consuming her mind completely, and making her entire body shake in fear. Those nightmares, as common as they were to her, still struck her in the most painful way possible. It always reminded her that no one was ever constant. Everyone has to leave at some time, and right now wasn’t a good moment to be reminded of that.

Sigyn took in a deep breath, composed herself and wiped away the tears, refusing to acknowledge the fear which simple memories struck into her heart. Yes she was terrified, but no-one else needed to know that.

She pulled the blanket from her, threw on a robe over her nightgown and padded towards her door, before slipping through it and making her way through the halls. Ironically enough, within the moonlight, Sigyn found that she found the shadows less large, and the shapes softer, less imposing on her. Of course, many would argue otherwise, but by the light of the moons, it seemed that not much could go wrong.

She took a turn towards the palace gardens, wanting to be surrounded by something other than wood and the occasional cobblestone, and made her way down the steps to be engulfed by the foliage. When she said garden, it was more of a somewhat tamed forest. Often if one was quiet enough, you could see the creatures dancing around within the trees.

One of the trees had far more smoothed out trunks and limbs than others, often people could see children climbing them due to ease of access, however Sigyn had a specific tree, she liked to think of it as her tree, which she found not many a person could climb.

Eventually, she found it, with its towering mass, lack of footholds and high branches. Its flowers still there, left over from spring and giving it a ghostly beautiful atmosphere in the best of ways. One petal fell down and brushed against her cheek, landing on her shoulder, before sliding off gently.

She sighed and jumped as high as she could, hoisting herself up onto the thick branch, before repeating the action. The higher she climbed, the lighter she felt, every branch pushing her further away from her problems and closer to the heavens which she looked up to in so many instances. When she finally made it almost to the top, the last branch that would support her, she sat, and stared up at the galaxy’s which surrounded her, and made her feel inexplicably small. And as a queen, a ruler and the holder of the worlds weight, she had found at a young age that was a comforting feeling.

She looked upon the moons which so often hung in the sky, trying so hard to imagine what the world would look without them shedding light upon her, and yet they were the only constant. Even the stars vanished occasionally.

“I know you’ll always be there for me.” She whispered, as if it were a secret worth sharing, something forbidden which she couldn’t ever tell another soul.

“You’re constant. Not like people, or beings, you’re reliable. I can trust you to stay, can’t I?” She looked back at them hanging in the sky, comforting in ways others wouldn’t understand. She took their silence, their constancy as a yes.

She often came and asked these questions. When things were getting tough or if she was hurting. When she lost her mother, she climbed higher on these branches than she was now and screamed at the orbs, begging them to bring her back. Her throat was so raw that she couldn’t speak for days, otherwise it hurt too much, but a sore throat didn’t stop tears.

And yet, after almost a thousand years of love, loss and fear they still stayed, soothing her in her qualms.

“Perhaps I’m not meant to be around, perhaps I’m meant to be left.” The words came out of her mouth freely. She wasn’t afraid of offending someone, or perhaps hurting someone in a way that she could feel. The moons didn’t ask anything of her, they were just there.

“Why does he hate me?” Now it had become present. The other question she had asked a thousand times, but this was new, this was now. This was Loki.

“I tried, and I thought he might be comfortable enough,” She let out a scream of frustration, which carried above the forest canopy like wind carried leaves. If he didn’t like her, he could have simply said no. No to her bed, no to her friendship, no to being her consort, but he didn’t. He stayed, and then left, and that was what hurt most, “Clearly not comfortable enough to actually stay. He didn’t leave, not physically at least.”

She was crying again, the tears landing on nearby leaves and dropping through the foliage to eventually meet the ground. She looked up to the skies again, eyes brimming with tears which so clearly reflected every nebula, every star, every galaxy, every moon. In her eyes, they all remained.

“What’s wrong with me.” It wasn’t a question. None of this was, more of a declaration of her brokenness. She was hurt, but no one could know that. A queen had to be strong, but the thing about being strong all the time is that it was like being the biggest, brightest star. When you collapse, you ruin everything near you, become a black hole of anger and suck the light out of everything. So instead of becoming a black hole, she screamed at the stars. At the moons. At no one.

Eventually, she exhausted herself, her throat becoming sore from the screaming, and her tear ducts empty of tears. Eventually, she was tired enough that if she went back to sleep the nightmares wouldn’t hurt as much, and may even stay away.

She went to the last branch, taking a moment to sit upon it, swinging her legs in a carefree manner, even though she was all but carefree, before hopping from it and landing gracefully. As she made her way back to the palace, she didn’t see the pair of eyes following her from behind a trunk, who had heard her entire outburst, her confessions, her secrets, and every one of them had been a blow to the heart in an inexplicably horrid way.

Loki watched her walk away, posture just as crumpled as she felt, and truly hated himself for allowing her to believe that he was lovable in any way. He leaned against one of the many trees and closed his eyes, desperate to get her anguished filled screams from his ears, and yet all he could hear instead was “Why does he hate me?”

Oh, if only she knew how much he truly cared for her, and why he couldn’t show it, perhaps the situation would be different, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell her, not with words at least.

He began walking back to the castle, trying not to draw any attention to himself, though it wasn’t hard considering the time and how dark it was, and made his way back to the room, trying to think of a way to help Sigyn in the state she was in, without possibly putting her in harms way.

Eventually, he made it to the door, and slipped through wordlessly, before ending up at the bed, where Sigyn lay sleeping on her side and facing towards him. He saw the tear marks on her cheeks, and the puffy red of underneath her eyes. Her eyebrows were scrunched, oh stars not another nightmare.

Screw it, if the spell could withstand almost two months within the same bed and only break down around a week ago, then Loki was sure it could withstand another night.

He tried to get into bed as gently as possible, worried of waking her, before pulling Sigyn towards him and carefully cradling his body with hers, and wrapping his arm around her waist. Instantly he felt her relax against him, allowing her head to fall against his shoulder and lay in the crook there. She let out a breath, though unconscious, of what seemed to be relief. Loki felt bad for waiting so long to simply comfort her, and yet he hoped to every star she screamed to that the sentiment wasn’t lost.

He buried his face in her hair, his breath tickling his ear as it usually did, and yet instead of pulling away from discomfort, she seemed to lean into the familiar sensation. He felt her magic, thrumming beneath her skin. If it was for the fact that he was currently wearing an illusion, or simply because he took the time to notice it, he found it was comforting him and lulling him into a gentle slumber which he hadn’t expected to fall into so easily. Though he felt a twinkling of fear that he would either hurt her, or she would finally see him for what he truly was, he couldn’t find the heart to care. So long as she didn’t feel the need to turn to stars any longer, and rather found that she could trust him. As his eyes closed, he could swear he felt a tingling within his fingertips, however before he could process it, sleep overtook him.

Mercifully, no more nightmares came that night.

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PART TWO OF BEING INSPIRED AND WRITING ANYWAY

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Characters are probably OOC because MLB is a kids show and you guys liked stressed and cursing Damian so I kept that going even though it’s probably OOC

Angel in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Ao3

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oooOOOooo

Damian tried to ignore his phone after checking it for the thirteenth time. But who was counting?

He was, actually. Because it seems the stupid worry feeling will never fucking go away! It took root, and it’s only growing. Damian wondered if drinking weedkiller works on emotions. The bitches.

He wasn’t even that worried initially! Sure, he wanted his An- Marinette to text him when she got to the hotel, but that was just… a friend thing. It’s what friends ask! And they were friends.

Damian wasn’t worried on the car ride to the manor, he had only checked his phone once then. When his father questioned him about The Riddler incident, he was thoroughly distracted and didn’t check at all. After he left the room he checked twice in one minute just to make sure he didn’t miss anything in the first check.

He checked sparsely while training briefly, adding up to eight… okay, maybe not so sparsely. But at this point the awful god damn plant had grown a mouth and it was gnawing on his sanity, bugging him every moment of peace he had.

Damian was getting really fucking sick of this whole worry business. It was awful! Why did Grayson partake in it for so many years? Why did anyone?

He was beginning to understand his classmates’ sense of humor now. But “I want to ka-shoot myself,” was not as funny as they thought it was.

Damian was so busy thinking about worrying and getting more worried – the fucking circle of life – that when he checked his phone for the fourteenth time, he realized he missed a message from Marinette.

Angel: I’m at the hotel now.

Thank fuck. Damian banished all the worry from his mind – leave, motherfucker – and typed out a response.

Damian: That’s good

Damian: Did you get in trouble?

Wait fuck the worry wasn’t gone. He wanted to smack the phone against his head. Or break his thumbs for typing that without his permission.

Angel: Professor Mendeleiev must’ve been tired or something.

Angel: She didn’t leacture

Damian bit his lip. Marinette needed to work on her English.

Angel: Lecture?

Damian: *lecture

Angel: Quiet, English is hard

He could fucking understand that! It may have been long ago but Damian had to learn once too, ya know.

Damian: Understandable.

Damian: In my original question I meant any of your classmates btw

Holy fucking shit his thumbs would be cut off by sunlight he swears to all the justice league members-

Angel: btw?

Angel: Oh by the way

Damian: yeah

Angel: I’m good at text slang in French, okay

Damian: I don’t doubt you

He really didn’t. Marinette seemed intelligent if The Riddler incident had anything to say about it.

Angel: Anyway Alya tried to bother me but I’m good now

He frowned. Alya? She hadn't told him about her.

Angel: Professor Mendeleiev told her off for bothering me after my ‘traumatic’ encounter with a Gotham villain

Damian: Speaking of, are you SURE you’re alright Angel

Damian sighed, letting his head drop. Okay, fucking fine he was still fucking worried and he hated it. His thumbs weren’t to blame, his fucking emotions were.

He pulled up Google to look up liquid weedkiller when his Ang- Marinette texted back.

Angel: I’m fine

Angel: I’ve survived akuma for three years, I’m not about to let some riddle fanatic with terrible clothing choices ruin my day

Damian: His clothes are that bad?

Good, subject change. Maybe he can stop fucking worrying.

Angel: Too much green, for one

Angel: Green shouldn’t be used in large portions when it’s that bright of a shade

Angel: Also the cloth itself was cheap, but the kind of cheap meant to look expensive if you don’t know cloth good

Damian frowned. That was so fucking obvious. Surely she didn’t actually make that mistake…

Damian: *well

Angel: Whatever

Angel: Also his hat didn’t match the type of suit he was wearing

Angel: If he wants to go old fashioned he should at least match the time period

Angel: Longer coat, more layers

Angel: He is an atrocity

Her comments were appreciable though. He could see where she came from.

Damian: he is

Angel: If I had time to cry then my tears would had been blood

Damian: *have

Damian grinned. If Marinette didn’t want her fucking grammar fixed she should learn how to spell in English.

A different motherfucking bitch of an emotion appeared at that thought. He didn’t like that one either. It made him feel bad for being mean.

Angel: istg

Damian: It appears you’re learning

Angel: Yepp

Damian: Also the Gotham news posted an article online about you

Might as well bite the bullet, right?

Damian: “Unnamed Teenager From France Holds off The Riddler Until Batman Arrives!”

Angel: Wait what?

Angel: But we both held him off?

Damian: I was kind of useless, you did most of the work

God damn it! Damian thought he told that emotion to get the fuck out! He was fucking Robin he isn’t useless, he just happened to not be needed at that exact moment.

Damian: I left shortly after you solved his riddle because the Robins had arrived

He grumbled to himself. He hated emotions. It wasn’t like he hadn’t ever felt them before, but they were easier to ignore. This girl made them hard to ignore, and Damian wasn’t sure why.

He did know that he fucking hated it.

After a moment, he realized h- Marinette hadn’t replied for a few minutes.

Damian: You there?

Angel: Yeah. I was just reading the article

Good. He didn’t want anything to happen- motherfucking dammit.

Angel: The Riddler was bad at hand to hand combat. It was easy to take him down with the practice I have from Paris

Damian: I bet.

He saw the time on his phone. Marinette had more field trip stuff tomorrow morning, right? Shouldn’t she get to bed?

Damian: It’s getting late, Angel. We should go to bed.

Damian: Goodnight

Angel: Goodnight

Angel: Also I’ll find a chat name for you soon, promise

Damian’s smile felt weird on his face but unlike the god damn worry and fucking other emotions, he didn’t hate the feeling of it.

After replying, he prepared to get dressed for his patrol as Robin.

oooOOOooo

“Sooo, Robin,” Drake dropped down next to him. “Want to share why you were at that ice cream parlor with that pigtailed French girl?”

“Fuck off,” is Damian’s extremely eloquent response. He can say it in many different languages.

“Wait, Demon Spawn has a girlfriend?” fucking Todd over the fucking comms in his fucking awful Red Hood suit. At least his current helmet didn’t have the fucking lips.

“No, I don’t-“

“I’m trying to figure that out, Red Hood, so would you kindly butt out of the conversation.”

“Of course Red Robin, good luck getting anything out of him though.”

“I don’t have a fucking girlfriend you numbskulls,” Damian hissed through the comms.

“Wait what’s this about a girlfriend, Robin?” Grayson’s overexcited cheerleader voice screamed. Damian wanted to rip out his eardrums.

“Red Robin, I thought I instructed you to leave him alone about this,” finally, his father, for once being a fucking voice of reason, speaks on the comms.

“Bruce you said I should wait until he admits to having a girlfriend,” Drake sounded too smug, Damian wanted to cut it off his masked face. “We know that isn’t going to happen.”

“I hate this fucking family,” Damian hissed.

oooOOOooo

Marinette hadn’t missed her field trip this time. Or had she? Maybe she slept in really fucking late. Damian didn’t know. He didn’t know what her sleeping schedule was like.

She could have also been captured or killed. Those were not fun thoughts. The fucking worry was back, like a virus. Damian anxiously awaited his weedkiller.

She likely wasn’t kidnapped or dead. His father would have known by now and would have told him. He hopes. If his father didn’t tell him he’s a fucking asshole.

“Master Damian.”

“Yes?” he turned around to face Alfred, grateful to be away from the god damn brain-eating plant in his head.

“I simply wanted to prevent you from walking into that wall,” Alfred gestured behind Damian.

He glanced and – yep. Fucking hell. He almost walked into a wall because of the god damn weed of an emotion forcibly taking his mind hostage.

He was having a grand ol’ time.

“Perhaps you would like to go for a drive?” Alfred asked, a single brow raised.

Damian hesitated. “Alright. Where do you want to go?”

“We can figure it out in the car, Master Damian.” Alfred went to grab the keys and his shoes. Damian checked on when his weedkiller would arrive.

A week.

Fucking fuck fuck.

He should have paid for one-hour shipping.

“Are you ready to go, Master Damian?”

“Yes.”

Alfred didn’t try to talk to him during the drive, for which Damian was grateful though. He hated this emotion thing, and people forcing him to talk made it so much worse.

His phone buzzed. Damian pulled it out and checked it.

Angel: Kill me now

His eyes widened. What happened? Is she okay? Did someone- god fucking motherfucking dammit bitch.

Damian: What’s wrong?

Stupid god damn worry.

Angel: We have to all get lunch as a class before I’m free

Angel: I’m in the group with Liar Rossi

Damian raised a brow. Marinette hadn’t told him much about this girl in her class, but he knew she lied and nobody but Marinette knew she lied.

He didn’t like her.

Angel: Death would be sweatier

Damian: *sweeter

Angel: Rude

Damian: Anyway

Damian: You can’t die yet

Damian: We still technically didn’t get ice cream

Absolutely wonderful excuse you fucking asswhipe. Damian should be a politician with that reasoning.

He looked around, recognizing the streets. They were a bit weird from the actual street instead of the rooftops, but-

Damian: Also you’re at the Gotham City Heroes and Villains Museum right?

Angel: Yes I am

Damian fought to keep the smi- self-satisfied smirk off his face. Bingo.

Damian: I’m nearby

Damian: I can pick you up for lunch

Angel: OMG really? Please do I’d really really like that

Damian: omw

“Alfred,” Damian leaned up toward the front seat. “Head to the Gotham City Heroes and Villains Museum? I’d like to pick someone up.”

“Of course Master Damian,” Alfred’s tone didn’t betray anything about his thoughts, but for some reason that was calming to him.

The car drive to the museum was fairly short, if Damian was honest. They were only a few minutes away to begin with anyway.

When they arrived, Damian saw a redhaired girl with glasses yelling at his An- Marinette. At Marinette. He couldn’t hear what Marinette had said, but it must have been good. The red-haired girl’s jaw fucking dropped. The people behind her looked fucking dead.

Priceless.

Marinette saw him and he waved. Alfred unlocked the door, and Marinette got in. She didn’t look back at her classmates' faces as Alfred drove away.

Shit. Something must have happened. He wasn’t good with emotions though, after all he ordered weedkiller to see if he could get rid of fucking worry.

So, Damian Wayne did what any Wayne would do when faced with emotions.

Ignore them.

“Where would you like to eat, Angel?” Damian asked.

Shit, fuck, too insensitive.

Marinette shrugged. “I’m not sure, I don’t know what’s here.”

She sounded so goddamn miserable-

Damian frowned. “Angel, you okay?”

Fucking shit, stupid mouth. Learn the fucking rules. He should be banned from fucking talking.

“I’m okay,” she mumbled. “I’ve got a lot on my mind right now.”

Damian wanted to press the issue but decided against it. If he was happy when Alfred didn’t make him talk feelings, maybe Marinette would be too.

He was a friend first – wait first before what, exactly?

“Alfred, can you take us to the nearest,” he glanced at Marinette. “four-star restaurant?”

“As you wish Master Damian.”

He hoped Marinette didn’t feel out of place, but he wanted to lift her spirits. She deserved to smile – that was a weird fucking sentence what the fuck?

Damian is pretty sure he’s losing his marbles.

“I know,” Marinette suddenly blurted out. “I know you’re Damian Wayne.”

Fucking fuck fuck.

Shit. She’s probably pissed he didn’t tell her-

“I just want you to know that doesn’t change anything. You’re still my friend, and I don’t care who your dad is and who you are.”

Damian gaped at her for a moment before shaking his head. He should have fucking told her, he’s an ass. “I’m sorry you had to find out on your own. I should have told you-”

Marinette interrupted, “you didn’t have to. You don’t owe me that.”

He was confused. What?

She didn’t want to know who he was right off the bat? She was okay with that secret?

Holy fucking shit.

This… this woman…

“Thank you,” he said earnestly. “I… nobody’s ever said secrets are okay…”

Marinette shrugged. “I can’t help if I feel left out, but forcing you to tell me everything isn’t how friendship is supposed to work. If you don’t want to tell me, it’s okay.”

Damian’s smile was small, and it felt a bit out of place on his face. He couldn’t find it within himself to care.

“Perhaps instead of a restaurant, I can take you both to the mansion for your lunch?” Alfred, the god damn traitor, suggested.

He wanted to say ‘have you lost your god damn marbles, Alfred?’ but he didn’t.

Instead, he said, “You sure Alfred?” like a fucking loser.

Marinette glanced at him. “You don’t have to if you aren’t comforta-”

“No, it’s not that,” he assured. Why would she think he was uncomfortable? His brothers were menaces, but he was used to them! Marinette, however... “My brothers can be… rambunctious.”

Drake and Todd were going to have a fucking field day, especially after what they pulled last night over the comms. He was lucky Grayson was working today. But those two motherfuckers…

Marinette smiled. “I can handle them if that’s the only reason you’re nervous.”

Damian thought for a moment.

Fucking fuck fuck.

He hoped she could. Because if they caused her any unnecessary harm or discomfort he would murder their asses.

With pleasure too.

But one look told Damian that he wouldn’t need to. This girl was going to be the death of him. He hoped the weedkiller was miraculously early.

He sighed. “Alfred, please talk us to the mansion.”

“My pleasure, Master Damian.”

Fucking fuck fuck.

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11 Questions (tagging game)

Rules:

1. Post the rules

2. Answer the questions given to you.

3. Make 11 questions of your own.

4. Tag 11 people

Tagged by the wonderful @60r3d0m (btw, this was the reason i finally understood what your url means! a bit of a facepalm)

1. What episode/season of Supernatural was the first that you watched alongside the fandom on Tumblr? It has to be 11x11 Into the Mystic, because i joined tumblr after 11x10 aired. The Devil in the Details made me fall for this show again, so for the first time I was in desperate need for more fandom content.

2. What’s your favourite Supernatural season? What’s your least fav.? Why? Season 13? :) Ok, probably season 12. I love how they changed it up and mirrors became broken mirrors and the overall feeling of hope for the light at the end of the tunnel took over. (I loved the second half of season 11 as well, especially the fact that Amara didn’t die, but the whole God business is just kinda whatever for me) I love(d) seasons 4/5, but they’re extremely depressing. They had this caged feel, no hopeful or positive option or exit, no room to breathe, like buried alive. So, for that reason i can’t say they’re my favourite. I don’t really want to rewatch that time period, no matter how great the episodes are.

Least favourite? Season 6. It had too many things scattered all over the place and they ended up breaking viewers’ hearts. The audience was deceived the same way Dean was, we only had one episode from Cas’s point of view and by the end of it i just felt betrayed. (betrayed enough to take a break from watching it in season 7, which wasn’t actually a bad season)

3. When did you start shipping Dean/Cas? Any particular moment/aspect of the story that made you do it? If you had the power, how would you choose to canonize it? It happened without me noticing it, the same way they fell in love. I was the general audience, without really caring what kind of relationship they have, but loving their scenes together. I actually think it was some crack video on YouTube that made me see it clearly (i used to watch them before joining tumblr, s 10-11 hiatus). I can’t pinpoint the moment, i only know i had no idea what shipping is prior to season 11 and when i found out i just knew i’d always shipped them and that’s why i had the urge to hide my face during 8x07 for example.

How would i make it textual (cause they kinda are canon)? I don’t think i have a preference. They have so much history that it could work in different ways. I want them to use words though. Even if it’s a confession to someone else, i want it to be clearly spelled out for the audience before they crash their mouths together.

4. For Supernatural, if you write fic./make art (or both), what’s something that you’ve created that you wished more people would read/see? If you don’t write fic./make art, what’s a fic./art piece that you feel deserves more attention? I’ve only written a few codas for Supernatural. And then there’s Shading Identity, which is a cross-over with Numb3rs and doesn’t have a lot of activity. It’s not half bad, but i haven’t updated since August. (Go someone leave me a comment and i’ll scribble the next chapter! :)) As of recommendations i made a post a while ago, should probably make another soonish though.

5. Which Supernatural character are you most like and why? Which character is your favourite and why? If i’m very honest, then probably Sam. I hide my feelings very well and I don’t talk about them. At the same time i’m a bit like Dean as well, cause i tend to suppress myself and do what’s expected of me. Obviously i can be like Cas too, with the feeling as if you don’t really belong. A bit of everyone really. Maybe that’s why i don’t have a favourite either. (though after 13x03 i’d go for Jody, she truly is pretty amazing. good people :))

6. What’s a nightmare that you had that you can never forget? What happened in it that made you so afraid? So, i was sleeping over at my friend’s place. I knew she had problems with nightmares (the classic demon sitting on your chest trying to take over thing) and ghosts stay close to her (i have no idea how real it is, but that’s what she’s told me). Ok, we were sleeping in the same bed, at some point i woke up and i saw her nightmare. This dark entity that had no interest in me and tried to get to her, but since i was in the way it couldn’t. I wasn’t really sure what to make of it in the morning, it seemed so real. About half a year later i had a nightmare about her, how she was convinced that a little girl was possessed and wanted to kill her. I woke up in cold sweat. I wrote to her, asking if she was okay cause i’d had a dream about her (i quite often write to people when i’ve had a vivid dream about them). And she had had a nightmare the same night, about a girl with black holes as her eyes. But no, i haven’t had true nightmares of my own.

7. What’s an embarrassing thing that happened to you that you find hilarious looking back on? Or alternatively, what’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you, regardless of whether it’s hilarious now or not? I changed schools before 10th grade, didn’t know anyone, had only seen my classmates once and i don’t have a good memory for faces. We were divided in groups for English classes and so there were several room numbers for them in the time plan. I was late, didn’t know which room to go to, took a guess and opened a door. No one really said anything so i figured it was the right one, started to take a seat, take out my things when someone finally said: “You do know it’s 12th grade, right?”

8. What is one thing that someone’s said that stuck with you? Why did it stick? I just keep remembering negative things... Oh, my math teacher said after giving back the statistics test that i was an extremely brave girl. I have no idea what he meant by that, maybe the fact that i started the solution in one way, but kept messing up and had to start again, but instead of doing it the other way i used the one i had decided on... i don’t know, but i got an A so that’s good.

9. What is one issue (global, social-justice-related or something along those lines) that is important to you? Why? Kids allowed to be kids and themselves. Just 18 years of a person’s life can mess up decades and decades of their future.

10. What is one thing that you wish that you could change about yourself? Why? I wish i had more self confidence and courage to be honest and true to my feelings even if it leads to a conflict with others.

11. What was the last thing that put a smile on your face and made your heart twinge with happiness? The ending of 13x05. No, really! I’ve smiled and laughed since then but my heart hasn’t twinged with happiness like that. I’m trying to remember the last time... probably when i was performing my poetry/songs and it was well received. Kind of creates this amazing atmosphere and electricity, some kids actually believing i was a witch. Last time i was happy was when i published my book. My questions:

1. What is your favourite mythological creature/being and why?

2. How long have you been on tumblr and why did you join?

3. What’s you favourite trope? Why?

4. What makes you feel joyful?

5. Do you believe in supernatural? Have any interesting stories to tell (one way or the other)?

6. Do you like children’s books/movies? Why?

7. Do you believe in anything? What and why?

8. Who did you want to become when you were a kid?

9. Do you love music? Why do you love it?

10. What made you say or think “so beautiful!” the last time?

11. What do you like about humans?

Anyone who wants to answer these, go ahead and please tag me, i would love to see your answers! And I’m gonna tag people from my recent activity @procasdeanating @i-am-not-sweet-enough-for-you @imnottellingyoumyfuckingurl @freedomcraziness @thedogsled @trippedandfellintopurgatory @silviaelric @starkytower @fangirl-with-no-life-2101 @unpaintedhappytree @unluckyfairy13 Feel free to ignore! :)

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