#this is before he joins the maroon company btw

[bitchdafuqyousay]

At Mami's

The house was almost uncomfortably warm, despite the windows being open and the loud grumbling of the old ac system. Sam was sitting on the couch; ramrod straight with his hands folded tightly in his lap. It wasn’t the heat that was making him so uncomfortable- it was the massive, scarred man sprawled out near him. He was reclining on the arm of the couch, his forearm tucked under his head with the other one folded over his stomach. The real problem was that one long leg was slung over the back of the couch, his muscular thigh bordering on touching Sam’s shoulder and the other leg was hung off the edge which resulted in their ankles touching each other. Practically caging him in on the couch.

He also had no fucking idea who this guy was. 

The blonde had just waltzed in through the door and dropped down on the couch right next to Sam as if he lived there. Which Sam was pretty sure he didn’t; he thinks the woman who took him in would have mentioned that she had a massive roommate who had actual guns, plus in the four or so weeks he’d been with Mami he’d never seen this guy. He seems like something someone would mention.

Or maybe not.

This whole island was a fucking nightmare so maybe this was just another normal thing here. He silently prayed Mami would get back from the market soon. Though he didn’t believe in prayer or God anymore. Not after his parents abandoned him here. Hardcore christians who thought that somehow all their white, bible thumping, protestant glory would bring God and salvation to this place. Allegedly at least. That’s what they said. Yet for some reason of all their eight children they only took their seventeen year old son with them, and after a month of yelling about God on street corners they suddenly disappeared. He just woke up in the apartment they’d rented alone, finding his parents and their stuff gone. His things had all been left, save his passport. That’d vanished alongside his mom and dad. 

He’d come to believe that they came here with the intention of abandoning him.

The big man shifted some, his head lifting slightly and looking in the direction of the door; which opened just seconds after.

“What’re you doing in my house, gringo grande? I don’t recall inviting you to see me.”

Okay, so she did know him. But he didn’t live here. Sam was right.

“Sammy, if he shows up just tell him to get lost.” The old woman strode past the couch where the two males were and dropped her bags on the kitchen table with a grunt

“Oh, uhm- I dun’ think I…” The boy trailed off, glancing at the man out of the corner of his eye. He just huffed dismissively and reached into his vest pocket, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, but he didn’t get to take one out though because he got smacked on the wrist almost instantly by Mami, who’d gotten there so quick she may as well have teleported.

“Hans, que Dios te ayuda- do not light that trash in my house!” 

The man rolled his eyes but still closed the box and put it away, dropping his head back on the arm of the sofa with a groan. 

“You of all people should know that nothing gets lit in my house unless it's Cuban or pure cannabis.”

She turned away to walk back to the bag of produce she’d brought back when the man, Hans, spoke; “Sage. Incense.” 

The two words sounded rough; a harsh, whispered growl as if it was hard to get them out of his throat. Mami glared at him over his shoulder and Sam flinched a bit. He wanted to get up and step outside but alas, he was still trapped between this bastard’s legs. He couldn’t leave without clambering over a large thigh and Sam was humiliated at the thought.

Yeah, ‘scuse me big guy I'm just gonna climb over you real quick dun’ mind me as I scramble over your thigh to run out of here.

Absolutely not. 

“If you’re gonna be cheeky then get out of my house, pendejo.”

Hans grunted out something like a laugh, “¿Usted casa es mi casa, no?”

“No. What do you want?”

Sam followed Hans’ arm as he lifted it off his stomach and pointed to an envelope on the table. Sam hadn’t even noticed it, he had no idea Hans had even brought anything besides his twin guns. Though he supposed anyone normal would be more focused on the weapons a man was carrying and not a fucking piece of mail. Mami huffed and shuffled over to snatch it up; tearing it open to examine the contents- a piece of paper and a flashdrive. She scrutinized the paper and looked over the top of it to glare at her uninvited guest. If looks could kill, Hans would’ve exploded right there on the couch and taken Sam out with him. 

“No haga este tipo de trabajo, Hans. Y tú lo sabes.” 

Sam ducked as the man quite literally slung his leg over Sam’s head so he could plant his foot on the floor and sit up fully. He held up his hands in a placating sort of way. The old lady looked at the flashdrive in her hand and sighed loudly- running a hand down her face in exasperation. She stared at Hans for a second and Sam was surprised to see a soft look pass over her features. 

Then Mami waved a wrinkled hand dismissively, “I’ve gotta make a call, get out for a moment.”

Hans stood up and headed for the door, then looked over his shoulder and sighed before striding back to grab Sam by his collar- pulling him out as well. Sam didn’t protest. He had a feeling this guy wouldn’t listen to him and there was no way he would be able to fight him off.

Once they were outside with the rickety door shut behind them the other guy took his pack of cigarettes out again, tapping the bottom on the palm of a large hand before pulling one out and placing it between his lips. He paused and turned his head slightly to look down at Sam, quirking an eyebrow curiously. Sam hadn’t realized he’d been staring and started to stammer an apology.

A cigarette was held out in front of his face before he could get out a whole word, though. Hans must’ve thought he’d been looking at his smokes, that was good. Sam had actually just been staring in general, but this little misunderstanding was better- he was sure of it. 

“I’ve never smoked before.” He blurted out while taking it from him anyways. Hans shrugged and pulled out a lighter, lighting his before passing it to Sam. Sam flicked it, but startled at the spark and almost dropped it instead of successfully lighting the cigarette. His face burned, but not from the heat outside as Hans took the lighter and lit the cigarette for him.

Sam had seen people smoke before, breathe in then exhale the smoke. It seemed simple, and the guy next to him made it look really, really easy. So it’d probably be fine. Sam inhaled deeply.

It wasn’t fine.

Almost immediately Sam began to cough, it tasted awful and burned in his chest. His eyes watered up and he doubled over a bit. He was humiliated, honestly.

This is the worst I hate it here why did I take that thing he’s gonna laugh at me oh my god-

He felt a hand on his upper back, patting him as he choked. He glanced up though teary eyes and was almost more embarrassed to see that the man wasn’t laughing; his face was almost totally blank and unmoved, like he’d been expecting this outcome. He needed to detract from this moment; he needed to divert the attention, even though it was barely even there.

“So, uh, I’m seventeen.”

Hans stopped patting his back and looked down at him quizzically. ‘So what?’ was written on his face.

“I’ve only been here a few months. Mami took me in, she’s really good. I dun’ think I’d still be alive if she didn’t find me and decide to help me out.” He was blabbering, Hans just nodded.

“I’m seventeen-” shit, he’d already said that “-how old are you?”

Hans held up two fingers, then eight. Twenty-eight. “Woah!”

The pale man’s head whipped around to stare down at him- giving him a very sharp look. 

Fuck you mean ‘woah’!?

“I mean, uh, it’s not like you look old- or something like that, you just look tired? The people that I knew who were in their twenties were all just, peppy. Bright eyed and stuff. Though maybe that’s cause they're delusional. Culty. I dunno. Sorry.”

Hans looked away and sucked his teeth before he took a long drag of his cigarette. 

“You seem to know Mami, pretty well, I mean.”

“Stayed with her.” Sam perked up at the older guy’s gritty sounding response. Finally something in common. He could try to work with this.

“Like I’m doing now? When you were young- I mean when you were younger you stayed here? Does she take in kids and stuff often?” Hans grunted, turning to face Sam fully, leaning on the wall and pointed at it, before placing his hand on his chest and drawing it forwards slightly while bringing his index finger and thumb together. Sam paused and squinted a bit; Hans repeated the motion, slower this time, a halfway hopeful look on his handsome face. 

“Oh! Oh, I know that! That’s ‘like’! She likes to!” Sam had taken an asl course in highschool, and felt a surge of pride when Hans reached out and ruffled his hair, clearly pleased with him. “What does she like about it?”

Hans signed something else, but it was more complex than Sam knew, and after a bit Hans re-signed ‘likes’ then put out his right hand palm down and raised it slowly. Sam appreciated that, even though he was essentially being talked to like a toddler. Simple words in broken sentences. 

“Mami likes to see kids grow up, okay. That’s pretty nice, fits with the sort of tough love personality. But uh, why? I dun’ mean to pry, I'm just asking but it’s not serious though.”

The pale blonde paused, and his brown eyes visibly saddened.

Hers’ never got to.

Sam sagged against the wall when he figured out what Hans had signed, "Oh..."

“That's why she doesn’t work, now.” The man seemed to have found his voice again, he’d used his hands to give himself a break, probably. He sounded like he had trouble speaking. There was a little stretch of silence for a bit before Sam tugged Hans sleeve.

“Could I, uh, could I try another cigarette?”

Hans ruffled his hair again, and the weight of his hand made Sam bend over a bit. His request was granted; the man reopened his pack and held one out to him. And it was at that exact moment the door opened behind them.

“I’ll hold it for you, for now, but- Hans!” Mami lifted a hand and smacked him on the shoulder with a resounding slap, “You’ve lost your mind! Giving a boy a cigarette!” Her hand kept falling over his shoulder; Sam was surprised by the amount of power in them given the fact that she had reach up and stand on her toes to actually hit him. Hans made a something of a “weh” sound as he leaned away from her, but he didn’t actually make any real effort to actually get away. He was even smiling softly.

“It’s not his fault Mami! I asked for one- I wanted to try!”

“Gringo grande here is grown! Someone at his big age ought to say no, be an adult!” She ended her attack and crossed her arms, “Both of you get inside. It’s almost dinner time. Hans you’re prepping all the vegetables as penance for acting like a fool. It’s also tax for showing up here asking for a favor.”

The big man grinned down at her, all sharp teeth, and Sam was reminded of a snarling dog, despite the genuine happiness in his face. Sauntering into Mami’s house Hans bent down and pressed a large, dramatic kiss to the woman’s cheek.

“Aye, pendejo, don’t act sweet with me now-” She swatted at him but her eyes were filled with undeniable fondness “-now put your knife skills to work and get to cutting. Sam you set the table then go sit down and recover from dealing with this brute.”

Sam nodded and briefly wondered if he should also kiss her cheek before walking in; he debated and nodded in affirmation before gently pecking her cheek and jogging in after Hans. He didn’t see the large smile that took over Mami’s face as he went by her, not that she’d have let him see.

“Hans! I go by Sammy, that’s my nickname! Do you have one? Cause I’m Sammy!”

He'd already said that. Damn

[justsomerandomfanfic]

hi! i was wondering if i could get romantic matchups for hobbit, lotr, disney (cartoon), gotham, stranger things, dc movies and x-man?

(i hope it's not too much (⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠) )

i'm 6'0 and have amber eyes, long gold blond curly hair and hourglass figure

i'm positive and upbeat person, i try to see the bright side in most situations

i'm friendly, energetic, confident, responsible, maybe a bit chaotic, cheerful and bubbly

i care about my friends and family a lot, and go out of my way to show it

i enjoy having fun and living life to the fullest

i really like puzzles, riddles and crosswords

i love making people smile

i have morbid, dark sense of humor

sometimes i randomly say a weird obscure fact in the middle of conversation

i'm demisexual panromantic

i can play on violin, cello, piano, guitar, saxophone, harp and drums, i'm currently learning how to play on trumpet

i like poetry and sometimes i write a poem or two, also i'm writing my book

i'm ballet dancer since i was a kid and i love performing

i'm working on my own cartoon

i never quite grew out of the fantasy phase, and i'm still enamored with tales of changelings and witches

i work as illustrator for fantasy books and books for kids

i'm kinda struggling with taking rest, doing nothing, because there is always something to do, something new to learn, etc.

i'm afraid of stagnation

i overuse this kind of emojis→(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

i love: sunflowers, collecting things, colors yellow, maroon, blue and green, astronomy, tea, making and watching movies, photography, forests, making jewelry, cooking, baking, d&d, fantasy books, horrors, playing chess, animals, plants, dollmaking, dancing, gardening, traveling, drawing, painting, knitting, art, history, world mythologies, spirits, fantasy creatures, eldrich beings, folklore, sculpting, works of J.R.R Tolkien, linguistics, death, burial, beliefs about afterlife, learning new things, embroidery, cartoons, music, psychology, writing

sorry if it's too chaotic

thank you so much for even reading this!

i hope this isn't too much (⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠) but if it's too much, i understand!

i love your writing sm, btw! ❤️

Thank you so much for requesting a matchup! Sorry it's a bit late! <3333 And thank you so much for your kind words!

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The Hobbit;

Thranduil:

🦌 You met Thranduil when you were captured by his guards in his Mirkwood forest, and instantly he was taken by you; even though Elves only love once, he felt his cold heart melt a little when his cool, blue eyes met yours

🦌 What surprised you was the fact that he didn't throw you into a cell, instead, he let you stay with him, asking you questions that slowly dwindled from questions about the Company to more about you; and actually you began to grow fond of the Elf King, he wasn't as mean and cruel as the other Dwarves had said, he actually was quite... Sweet

🦌 And sweet he was, before dinner, (which he asked you to join him, and you sat beside him as a special guest), he had learned that you loved playing instruments, and ordered one of his Elves to bring you one; Thranduil then gifted you a beautiful, crystal harp

🦌 When Bilbo had found a way to escape with the Dwarves, your heart was split, go with them and reclaim the mountain or stay with Thranduil; obviously after Thranduil gave you that deer-eyed look, you stayed, even thought you'd miss your new friends and wish them well, you wanted to live your life with Thranduil

🦌 And he was always there for you, making sure you had everything you ever need and wanted, Thranduil became super protective of you, making sure you were safe, (and making sure you don't die like his last wife...); together you are the 'it' pair, a powerful one at that, though you were able to thaw his cold heart, allowing Thranduil to rule Mirkwood with a much softer boot, and he has you to thank for that, (you changed him for the better)

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Lord Of The Rings;

Samwise Gamgee:

🥔 You met Sam when you joined the Fellowship, watching as he stood by his friend Frodo wish such confidence, his other two Hobbity friends joining in; you instantly felt drawn to him, thinking he was just simply adorable

🥔 During the journey, you got closer with the little gardener, and that was actually the first thing your found that you both had in common; from gardening, plants, sunflowers, and baking, that was just to name a few of the things you both spoke about with such fondness

🥔 And it was very upsetting when Sam left to follow Frodo, though before he left he made sure to say his goodbyes, which let to you both in tears; you watched as he ran off before going back to fighting stray orcs, and Sam sat in the boat with Frodo after he almost drowned, rubbing his cheek, the feeling of your chaste kiss still lingering

🥔 You only saw Sam again after the ring was destroyed, sitting with him, holding his hand as you waited for Frodo to wake up; while you both waited, you both caught up, along with sitting in the peaceful silence

🥔 Sam was enamored by you, your voice, your touch, the way you held him always gave him such comfort; and you loved Sam, the way he recited a small poem he wrote for you, or his promises of showing you his home, your lovestruck

---

Disney (Cartoon);

Milo Thatch:

🔍 You met Milo when you were asked to join the crew on the trip to seek and search out Atlantis, you being a well-beloved and a professional at your craft, (you were an expert in world mythologies and folklore); you had to join, you loved the idea of finding the lost city, you loved learning new things and you hated stagnation, you needed to get out there and find that city

🔍 When you physically met Milo, you thought he was sort of awkward and dorky, and he on the other-hand, thought you were amazing, to say the least; he asked you what felt like a million questions, about you job, your likes and your possible theories, and that's when the rest of the group began to grow pretty irritated... Since neither of you stopped talking

🔍 Milo absolutely loves the way you joke around, your jokes always make him laugh and you think it's the most beautiful sound in the world, and Milo would say the same, whenever he gets a laugh out of you he feels like he's died and gone to heaven

🔍 After finding Atlantis, you earned the cash that was promised to you, but instead of spending it on jewels or fancy clothes, you started up your own business; Milo, the little gem that he is, bought you one of the books on changelings and witches that you have been looking for, (that earned him a cute date the following weekend)

🔍 Milo really thinks he's found someone who understands him, and you feel the same, finally you felt seen and heard; and everyday with Milo is an adventure, never do you get bored or anything, you both are always up to something ;)

---

Gotham;

Edward Nygma:

❓ You met Edward when you worked with Oswald... Well, you didn't work for him, you worked as a sort of... Partner in business, so to speak; you actually were extremely smart, in fact, you graduated from Harvard and MIT, working on perfecting your own... Special technology (as a somewhat good and bad guy, you called yourself a vigilante, you made your own tech that helped a lot of people, and one of those clients was Oswald)

❓ Anyway, you met Edward when he came to talk with Oswald, of course, you were there too; the conversation was slow, but once he gave you a riddle, it was like fireworks went off; you then surprised Edward by answering the riddle perfectly, and that's when Edward began to like you

❓ Now, Oswald, liking Edward, didn't really like you getting close to the Riddler, but you were closer to Oswald, and you knew that he wouldn't kill you, or try and have you killed, you could take care of yourself; so, with no one to really stop either of you, you and Edward began sort of 'dating'

❓ You knew being a vigilante and him being a villain, you'd both never had a normal relationship, no dinner dates out and about that's for sure; most dates consisted of you and him either quietly reading together, giving each other riddles to solve, or just doing crosswords together

❓ Even though Edward's mind is a bit... Warped? He, (and his Riddler persona) are mighty fond of you, and he was sure of himself that if you were ever in trouble, he'd be there for you; you felt entirely the same, you made sure to o out of your way to show Edward how much your cared for him, always there to make him smile

---

Stranger Things;

Eddie Munson:

👹 You met Eddie when you worked with Steve and Robin at the Family Video, he'd come by to say hello to the two and that's when you met him; instantly, he felt some sort of connection, (he likes to say it was love at first sight), and after meeting you, he came to the Family Video almost twice a week

👹 And everytime he came around, you be at the front desk, you got a bit suspicious that Robin or Steve knew when he'd come over so they put your behind the front desk; but Eddie would lean against the counter, flirt a little, give you his charming smile, and believe it or not, you fell hard

👹 From there, it was like you both were dancing around each other, waiting for the other to make the big move to ask the other out, but during that time, Eddie pulled out all the stops; bringing you sunflowers, new notebooks to write in, stuffed animals, and even new maroon yarn for your knitting, (which you loved)

👹 You were practically being spoiled by the young man, and the moment he gifted you a new set of dice for D&D, you asked him out; and of course, he said yes, and the both of you went out to a nice diner for dinner before going to see Labyrinth in theaters (because he remembered how much you loved fantasy)

👹 Eddie is head over heels, smitten completely, and falls deeper in love whenever you play D&D with him, and he loves how chaotic you can get, (he gets them heart-eyes); you couldn't believe you had someone like Eddie, a brave young man who understood you and made you feel alive, it's ever a dull day when Eddie's around, that's for sure, (you can't get enough of him)

---

DC Movies;

Diana Prince:

👑 You met Diana when she met Bruce, your boss? It was never really said for sure if he was your boss or not, you helped him out with paperwork, but you felt that you were more of a friend than an assistant; anyway, you met her when Bruce heard about her, (and yes, you knew that Bruce was Batsy), and you were immediately hypnotized

👑 Like why does she have to be walking around all gorgeous like? She is literally a Goddess, like what the hell... In short, you were in love, (she might as well have been aphrodite; Diana, thought you were mighty pretty too, she loves the blonde hair, (she wants to braid it), and it made her realize that she might have a thing for blondes

👑 Well, after a couple of weeks of flirting, lingering touches, and sneaky, (not really), glances, she asked you out on a cute like amusement park date; there, she won you a giant bear stuffed animal, (cause of course she can win those games), and you both shared a kiss on the ferris wheel

👑 Diana, though she knew that you could take care of yourself, always made sure that you were safe before she left to fight villains; you stayed at your shared home, reading your J.R.R. Tolkien and other fantasy books, knitting yourself a new scarf and a matching one for Diana, and even baked something new

👑 Even though Diana sometimes left to fight and save others, you always knew that she loved you, she was very expressive, and you knew she loved you since she loved hearing about your random facts when you conversed; you found her incredibly smart, talented, and felt like you were on Cloud 9 whenever she's near, ("you're whipped," Bruce had once said but that only made you smile)

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X-Men;

Charles Xavier:

🧠 You met Charles when you were sitting at a small diner, drinking some good tea and eating a small slice of cheesecake and then they walked through the door; Charles, and his friend Erik, sat across the booth with you and that's when they told you that you were a mutant, just like them

🧠 This surprised you, for one, huh? And two, who were these people, and lastly, why was the one just staring at you so intensely? All these questions had flown through your mind, and as if he had read it, Charles answered all of your questions; he was a mutant, he could read minds, you were a mutant too, and he would be willing to help train you

🧠 You thought about it for a moment, still a bit confused and slightly overwhelmed, you said yes, why wouldn't you? You got to be trained by a very handsome man who lived in a mansion; turns out that you were actually a mutant, you did feel like that was a fib, but you were one, (you could actually harness and manipulate sound and energy, levitate, create forcefields, use telekinesis, and exert major force with the energy, (the same as Vitkor from Umbrella Academy if you wanna see your powers in action))

🧠 You trained with Charles, using the violin, cello, and harp to help enhance your powers, and during this time, you grew close with Charles; Charles, as he taught you for a good couple of months, slowly fell for you, and he fell hard

🧠 By the next Spring, you both became an item, going on little walks, cooking together, reading by the fire together, and so much more; Charles is incredibly fond of how sweet and positive you are, you always brighten his day, and you feel the same, always amazed by the man before you, you both work so well together

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[kappasigmalife]

Eternal Purgatory: Chp 1, welcome to campus

Eternal Purgatory: Chapter one

Welcome to AU

 Today marks the worst day of my life, joining a frat. My dumbass dad is forcing me cause I can't stand to alone forever in my room with my books and writing, even going as far as to take my tuition away if I don’t. my name is Christopher Matthews and I come from a long line of assholes controlling the mass market of industry, and as the next head of the family corporation, he expects me to be part of his alma mater and brotherhood. God do I wish for death right about now.

Christopher begins talking on the phone with his father

“dad you can’t be fucking serious about this, they want me in an initiation and you know frat guys will do something really heinous and I don’t think I can handle that.”

Christopher’s father Joseph talks to him pretty pissed off about the situation.

“Oh I’m so sorry that I’m paying for college while you spend all your time writing those weird stories and keeping yourself locked from the outside world. Get over yourself, you have to venture out on your own and get used to society, how else are you going to take over the company?” Chris responds

“Yeah that’s right dad I got to do everything you want, no use in arguing with it anyhow, I know your minds made up, but rest assured I don’t condone this and something will happen, I know it.” Joseph on the other end

“Jesus Christ again with you bitching about taking risks, hows about you stop trying to be such a little bitch and do as your told, not that you ever proved yourself before.” Chris sighs before hanging up

“Love you too dad.”

Chris looks outside his window seeing a bunch of people crowding around in frat sweatshirts and gets a knock on his door.

Chris rolling his eyes

“gee I wonder who it could possibly be, not that I would know.”

As he opens the door a bunch of guys rush him placing a bag over his head dragging him off. As he has the bag taken off his head, he finds himself feeling bitter cold and notices they are in the basement of the dining hall on campus. The frat guys come forth and welcome chris and several other young college students to the freezer.

Frat guy

“welcome maggots to the initiation, tonight you venture into the freezer for one hour wearing only your skivvies and when the hours up, you’re going to be brothers.”

Chris glares at them and asks

“So you want us to strip down and go into freezing cold as you guys get drunk and wait?” Frat guy

“yes that’s exactly what we want.” Chris strips off his clothes and walks in flipping off one of the frat guys staring at him

“Yeah I know I’m covered in scars get over it, just let us out when your done waiting.” Frat guy

“okay just for that kid, two hours for you”

Chris thinking to himself.

“Yeah I’ll be waiting with bells on.”

Chris looks at his watch as he shivers in the cold, noticing it’s been well over two hours and the frat brothers haven’t come for him. More time passes and Chris notices the lock turning, showing that the dining hall has been closed. Shivering in the back, Chris contemplates what he said and knew the brothers forgot about him and he told his dad so about the risks to going for the brotherhood.

“I told that asshole, I told him I didn’t want to do it, but he made me anyways, god I’m fucking freezing.” As Chris finishes thinking he closes his eyes waiting for help.

As he awakens he notices hes in his boxers in the quad and looks around

“huh, guess I was able to make it out after all, I wonder who let me…, this is not my campus”

Chris looks around quite a bit more seeing different toned people walking around heading to classes glaring at him

“What the hell, it’s not even Halloween, what’s up with the floating and scarred people… oh fuck I’m dreaming.”

As Chris ducts into the bushes he notices a  set of feet walking towards him and the person is wearing gold boots that are bejeweled and stands waiting for him to come out.

“Its okay, you can come out, there isn’t anything to be afraid of.” Chris crawls out of the bushes and notices a hulking man with piercing blue eyes and blonde hair slicked back in gold armor carrying a straight sword on his back and lending his hand out to help Chris up. Chris looks at him and immediately questions everything

Chris blinking and seeing if its all true

“okay did I stumble to a renassaince fair, cause your in armor and carrying a qhat I can only presume is the blade Excalibur, nice workmanship btw.” The man stares back at him and shakes his head.

“young man I am Dean Arthur, and this is not a replica of Excalibur, it’s the real thing, your in purgatory.” Chris’s eyes widen and looks around.

“so I’m dead, your king Arthur, and this place is a school.” Arthur

“Yes you died before your time came and so you will continue your education here, at Afterlife University.” Chris sighs and face palms contemplating the situation.

“good god I am in an never ending hell.” Arthur brings chris to his office registering him for classes as chris looks outside and sees a fat guy smoking a bowl outside the window. Arthur looks out and opens yelling at the young man.

“Mr. Stone, I have told you repeatedly no marijuana on the campus, recreational use may be legal, but only off school grounds.” Mr. Stone puts out the bowl exhaling his smoke in the air.

“Sorry, I keep forgetting, I’ll be sure to keep that in mind but had a test coming up and the nerves you know.”

Arthur looks at him getting annoyed.

“my boy, your so bright but yet your careless and lazy, why not be more like the new student, straight A’s and responsible.” Chris looks at Arthur and raising his eyebrow.

“actually after all the stuff that just happened, I could go for some of that.” Stone looks at him up and down.

“honestly dude, I can set you up with my dealer, hes super chill, but maybe get some clothes first.” Chris looks down at himself wearing only his boxers.

“Oh god that’s right, anyway I can get some pants.” Arthur looking at him in embarrassment.

“Apologies I didn’t expect this to happen, most come to purgatory with clothes on.” Chris with a blank expression

“well I didn’t, so get me some clothes before I freeze to death, again.” Arthur gets Chris a blue flannel shirt with a pair of brown cargo pants and has him change. After getting clean clothes on Chris is given a registration number for classes and an address for his housing off campus. Arthur tells him that he is going to meet a lot of nice people around but to be wary of a few unwanted figures. As he walks he notices a bunch of game characters, historical figures, and even people from canceled tv shows hanging around.

Chris looks onward to see everything around him from the students to the teachers

“Huh, so everything that dies comes here, even fandoms, that explains a lot.”

As he walks he suddenly bumps into a chubby goth boy with a black goatee and wearing a dark maroon flannel and jeans.

The boy he bumps into looks at him.

“geez man could you be anymore clumsy.”

Chris dusts himself off and looks back at the young man who looks upset.

“apologies, im new and I gotta get used to things around here.” The young man looks back at him glaring up and down.

“Whatever country boy, just watch your step.”

Chris questioning what he meant.

“do you mean you’ll hurt me, cause I won’t take that lying down.” The young man widens his eyes responding.

“oh no I mean watch your literal step, if you don’t focus, youll fall down the stairs over there.” Chris looks at the spiraling staircase going off campus and sees the point.

“Oh thanks, again im sorry to bump into you but I gotta go move in to my new place.”

as he walks away the young man in the maroon flannel covers his pants with his books.

“damn it hes cute.” An incarnation of link from legend of Zelda comes over seeing what occurred.

“so Brendan, got a nice little surprise there.”

Brendan glares at link with his hair getting fluffed up.

“shut it elf boy, I highly doubt that he plays for the same team.”

As Chris reaches the house he looks at his cargo pants that tore lightly.

“that chubby goth boy owes me a new pair, or a date.” as he opens the door he notices the same fat guy who smoked a bowl outside Arthurs and another man who comes in wearing a Naruto headband and a Tokyo ghoul mask over his face. Stone walks over and offers chris a joint and a shot of rum to welcome him to the home.

“hey there, im paul and this is Robby, looks like you’re the new roommate, your rooms down the hall next to mine, just clean up after yourself and don’t touch my stash.” Chris shakes his hand taking the joint and lighting it up.

“trust me, thank you so much for this I cant believe the day I’ve had, I don’t think I need any more surprises”

Robby takes the mask off tripping over some stacks of naruto manga trying to talk.

Chris looks down at him and sees if hes alright.

“so is this something you get used to at all.” Paul takes a controller out and begins playing call of duty.

“not a chance, just happy to have two new moneymakers in the house.” Chris helps Robby up only to quickly turn around.

“What do you mean two moneymakers.”

Paul just playing his game answering,

“don’t worry about it.”

The door opens to reveal a young woman wearing a pale green tee-shirt, black jeans and brown hair tied in a ponytail walking in.

“well, this is the address and it looks like… OH MY GOD.”

Chris’s eyes bulge out of his sockets and stares at the girl.

“HELEN!!!” “CHRIS!”

The two stare at each other and watch as a robed figure comes out with a clipboard. Checking some papers for the day.

“Paul, can you tell me when the new students arrive…. Oh their here, hmm as yes Christopher Matthews age 22, died of frostbite, Helen Monroe, age 24, died of accidental overdose, my names reefer welcome to the house, er are you listening.

The two of them glare at each other only to say the same thing as they contemplate the situation.

“I’m gonna fucking kill dad.”

[bwicblog]

RS: | I Would Like to Say Two Things | One | I have Just Spent All Day Reshaping My Horns in a Fit of Pique | And | the Process is Severely Downplayed | in the Excessive Tedium |

RS: | And | Two | The Rain is Quite Successfully Masking the Deathrock in the Sky | It almost Looks Normal Out | ! |

RS: | Almost | If the Crowds were not Languishing in Fear of a little Water |

ID: so, uh. to get it out of the way and to get me out of here if you don't want to talk to me again. is it cool that i'm here or should i just go back to. not typing.

RS: | =:1 |

RS: | Are You Planning on Making a Habit of Fighting | and Maiming My Quadrants | ? | RS: | Are There any Ill Planned Murder Spars Planned for Sipara | ? |

ID: uh no. =:/ though sip kinda tried for sparring. earlier.

ID: but uh. how is em doing. if i'm allowed to care.

RS: | Then | If You are Not | We are Fine | He is an Adult | Who Made His Decision | Against My Advice | And That Is Fine | RS: | You are Both at Fault | It would be Discourteous to Shun You | Since He is Fine | RS: | | But |

RS: | If You Attempt to Spar Him or Sipara Again | I Will Cull You | So We are Clear | =:/ | RS: | He's Fine Enough |

ID: well i wasn't planning on it so that's fine with me. =:/

ID: good to hear he's recovering though.

RS: | And | How are You | ? |

RS: | Sipara was not Clear on the Details | Except that You were Recovering |

ID: uh. healing. sorry if i'm slow. got a pretty shattered arm for the moment. and the whole. shoulder gored by a halberd thing. so rocking the 'holding my phone and typing with the same hand' thing.

RS: | ! | ! |

RS: | Yes | Well | I told You Not to Fight Him | That is on the Lower End of Repercussions for Fighting with Him |

RS: | Do You have Food | ? | I Assume You have Already Seen a Mediculler | Or | Has Sipara Looked At You Yet | ? | She does not Have A License | But She is Trained |

ID: i mean, it's fine. never went in thinking i'd come out smelling like roses, so it's fine. i'll heal. i'm sturdy!

ID: i saw the mediculler at the faire, that was enough mediculler handling for me. i've got it under control, i've had to patch myself up loooaaaddds of times.

RS: | Mm | That's How You get Long Term Injuries | RS: | But | I Suppose I Am Not Your Lusus | And | Sipara can Tell You Herself | with Pictures | =:1 |

RS: | What about You | ? | RS: | Will We have to Find an Auspistice before Emerel Returns to the Chat | Or Will You be Fine | ? |

ID: i mean, no long term injuries here. too sturdy for that stuff, thanks for the concern and everything though i guess.

ID: i mean i'm not going to threaten to cull him and everything he holds dear if that's what you're worried about.

ID: is he gonna be fine though? =:/

RS: | Haha | I should Hope Not | Given This is My |- MATESPRIT -| We are Discussing | RS: | I Meant | Will You Hold Your Tongue | and not Proceed to Immediately Join Him in Riling Up Another Fight | ? | RS: | And | Why do You Keep Asking | ? | =:/ |

ID: well this time i meant fine as in. not wanting to murder me.

ID: since ps i like living an awful lot.

ID: also i'm still recovering from the first fight pheres! there's like a. fight refractory period.

ID: i'm only one man here! =:P

RS: | Haaah |

RS: | Sipara Fought Two Fish in One Perigee | You Know | If There is an Incredibly Daft Will | Then There is a Way | Unfortunately |

RS: | And | Ah | RS: | His Feelings are Unimportant | He isn't Going to Murder You | And | That is What Matters | =:/ | RS: | He is Perhaps a Little Riled | But | That is Understandable | I think |

ID: well thank the genetics i was spawned from for giving me more sense than sip. i'm not looking to get my other arm knocked out of commission. though he nearly broke that one too.

ID: yeah, yeah. well i'm not that riled. injuries in fights happen. and it was a fun fight up until the end there anyways. so. =:1

RS: || I can't Say I am Terribly Sad for the Injuries He Caused You | Considering the State that I Retrieved Him In | =:/ |

ID: yeahhh. well. i really thought he was going to dodge that first hit? like. i never expected him to. just take it like a self-maiming champ. he was supposed to drop his weapon. get the fuck out of dodge. =:/ i've never had anyone just. not at least try to move.

RS: | Mm | Well | RS: | He likes Putting on a Show | RS: | And Blood |

ID: i guess fucking so. he managed to stay pretty lively through the whole shanking thing. and, uh. the last part i thought he was about to murder me. so. i'm sorry for messing him up so bad i guess. however bad that was.

RS: || You Said that I should Say If a Conversation is Uncomfortable | RS: | So | This is Uncomfortable |

ID: alright then. uh. where's your shop at now.

RS: | For What It is Worth | I Yelled at Him Too | For Injuring You after He Promised Not To | RS: | And | I Appreciate the Apology | =:1 |

RS: | | Why |

ID: uh i was trying to change the topic to something not uncomfortable and i remember you were talking about your shop earlier. so. that seemed safer.

RS: | Oh | Haha | RS: | By the Greenblood Circle | Next to Stevia's Imported Furs |

RS: | The Great Tale of Emerel's Bloody Tragedy has Won Him Fans | and Stevia Let Me Purchase Her Second Row | to Draw Them In | =:) |

ID: well there you go! i'm sure people will brave the rain once they realize it's not going to stop anytime soon. they'll take a little wet if it means getting to enjoy the faire.

RS: | Hopefully | Haha | RS: | Are You Sure You are Doing Alright | ? |

RS: | Are You attempting to Sleep in a Tent with Those Injuries | ? |

ID: of course i am. it keeps out like. most of the rain.

ID: i'm just chilling in the tent, totally alright.

RS: | =:/ |

RS: | You need an Actual Recuperacoon | to Recuperate |

RS: | That is why They Share a Prefix |

ID: nah. seriously, i'm fine! i'm just laying low because who wants to be the gimpy maroonblood at the faire. not me.

RS: | Well | As long as You are Fine | RS: | And You realise that | If You Meet an Untimely Death through Gaining Wound Rot | By Sleeping in a Tent | in the Rain | with a Stab Wound and a Shattered Bone | RS: | A Number of People will Be Upset |

RS: | =:1 |

ID: no rot around here. i mean who knows. i might run too hot for infection to survive.

ID: i'm not looking to upset folks! just want to lay low. =:/

RS: | You can Lay Low Outside of a Tent | You Know | Somewhere Drier | Softer | Less Likely to Give You a Fever | RS: | | I have not Paid You Yet | For Your Work | The Other Day α

RS: | Have I |

ID: i mean. no? i didn't know if i got paid or not since i sort of volunteered myself to help out.

RS: | Of Course You Do | Why Would I Waste Your Time like That | ? |

RS: | My Company is Charming | But Not an Adequate Replacement for Funds | =:P |

ID: i mean you polished my horns. that's like trading skills right there. and i got to use your area for sip putting makeup on me.

ID: which btw i have not figured out how to really get off.

ID: i think i look like a panda now. especially with the white.

RS: | Have You Accepted that It is There Forever Now | ? |

ID: i will scrub my skin off if it comes to it. =:I but stolen hotel bar soap and water is not cutting it.

RS: | Haha | Don't do That | She has a Removal Cream | Then You Wash with Water | Then You Exfoliate | I Think |

RS: | I don't Know For Sure | I don't Wear The Stuff |

RS: | And | Nonsense | Those were Like a Uniform | and | So You would Look Nice for the Fight | For All That It Mattered | =:1 | RS: | I am Not Leaving My Stall until Emerel is Better | RS: | So | Should I just Give The Money to Sipara | and Have it Delivered | ? |

ID: i feel like there should have been a consent form listing the dangers before i let her do it.

ID: uh i can come get it. or get it from sipara at a drop off point if you prefer me not around.

ID: nothing against sip, i just don't like peeps knowing where my sleeping spot is.

RS: | Mm |

RS: | If You Stay Away from the Cart | It will be Fine | RS: | It is not You | Personally |

RS: | But | Emerel needs to Rest | =:/ |

ID: i get it. and you're protective of your quad. no hard feelings.

RS: | And | Haha | RS: | There Likely Should've Been | =:B | RS: | Whyever did You Agree to It | ? |

ID: to what? the fight?

RS: | What | ? | No |

RS: | The Make Up |

ID: oh. why not? never done it before and sip seemed to think it was a fun idea.

RS: | But | Also | Now I am Curious about the Fight |

ID: i mean there's no grand reason why. he challenged me. and there was money to be won to boot.

ID: didn't see a reason to turn him down.

RS: | Haha | I don't Understand You | But | That's Alright |

ID: i like to fight! and you don't and that's also alright.

RS: | I like to Tussle | Who does Not | ? | But | Money is Insufficient for Me to Injure Myself | Haha |

ID: well you got a business and such to make your money from.

RS: | Is This how You make Yours | ? |

ID: i mean, a lot of the time when i get money it's from someone i beat so. yeah i guess. not usually with a giant crowd chanting for my blood though. crowd was hella biased for em i thought. =:P

RS: | Curious | RS: | I Suppose a less Volatile Career would not Suit You |

RS: | And | Haha | Yes | They like to go with the Prettiest Fighter | RS: | Sorry | =:B | They are Fickle Like That |

ID: i mean even when i was your booth babe i went and entered a knife throwing contest so. probably not.

ID: rude! =:P i like to think they went with the fighter who had already been winning rounds and did this stuff a lot.

ID: also, y'know. higherblooded.

RS: || Ah | Yes | Knife Throwing | Should I Ask Why You know How to Do That | ? |

RS: | And | Haha | Yes | Those too | I suppose | If We must Include Them | =:B |

ID: when you're traveling you have a lot of free time! throwing knives helps relieve the boredom. and also can catch dinner. win-win skill to have really.

ID: we must! =:P i'm pretty as fuck, trying to break my pumper here. give me self-esteem issues. =:'(

ID: don't neg me bro.

RS: | I would Never Neg You | That would be Deeply Unkind | and Unnecessary | Really | RS: | Given that You are Clearly the Second Prettiest Maroon on the Faire Circuit | =:P | RS: | Put on a Proper Jerkin | Though | And | I'm Certain You could Make a Good Try of Besting Me | Haha |

ID: c'mon pheres, the bloody shredded shirt wins me total pity-points.

RS: | It Could | If You Wore It Again | Instead of Burning It | as I am Sure You have Already Done |

ID: ...have you tried taking off a shirt with a broken arm. hard pass. still rocking it.

ID: and the gored up shoulder. of course. fuck that. i could get the shirt off but i'm not putting another one on. and that seems worse.

RS: | No | I have Always Gotten Someone to Cut It Off |

RS: | Oh My God |

RS: | Just Cut off the Shirt | Clean the Wound | And Wrap It |

RS: | Clean It Again | I Mean |

RS: | Clearly It has Already Been Cleaned |

RS: | Right | ??????? |

ID: i mean it got cleaned at the tent. a few nights ago.

RS: | Oh My God |

RS: | Just |

RS: | Come to My Stall | I will Give You Your Pay | And a New Shirt |

RS: | How Is That | ? |

ID: alright, i can do that.

RS: |- GOOD -|

ID: uh. be right over then?

RS: | Give Me Five Minutes | to Get Properly Dressed | and I will Be Out |

ID: it'll probs take me at least that long to get there so alright.

SA: oh. Pheres, how are you?

RS: | Well Enough | How are You | ? | =:) |

SA: I am okay. I am happy to hear you are fine, after the fight. How is the other?

SA: hadean, i got you flowers.

ID: wait, what?

SA: was that the incorrect thing to do?

ID: i. don't know?

RS: | You're so Kind | Haha | He is as Well as Can Be Expected | RS: | And | Oh | ! | ! |

SS: (S'only the wrong thing if they ain't edible flowers.) SS: (Ain't never seen the point of flowers what ain't at least edible. (\unu/) )

RS: | That's so Sweet of You | I don't think It's Incorrect at All | RS: | Right | Hadean | ? | I mean | If You Like Flowers |

ID: i've never gotten flowers before. uh.

ID: thanks prisma. hit me up near pheres' stall? which moved btw.

SA: most flowers are ill advisd for eating.

RS: | Well | Now You'll have to Get a Room for The Day to Keep Them In | Haha |

SA: That is good, Pheres.

SS: (Protip: The edible ones ain't got thorns.) SS: (For cereals, tho, now you gotta up and live up to expectations!) SS: (Emphasis on, like, live.)

SA: I will be on my way then?

SA: it is very large.

SA: I didn't think this through I just wanted to get you a gift.

SS: (Cos, like, protip #2: if it's bleedin and you ain't changed the bandage in two nights, it's probs gonna be bleedin more next you look at it.)

ID: man you guys fuss. i'm like. mostly done bleeding.

SA: We fuss because we care about you.

SA: appreciate the fuss more. Stubborn ass.

SS: (Excuse you, these are bona fide experience-based pro tips I'm up and offerin here. (\qnq/) )

SS: (I'd need pearls to clutch and, like, more'n one set a'clothes for the whole rendin' thing if I wanted to get up to fussin', I'm just investin.)

RS: | Sipara Cooks Flowers | Ah | Prisma | You just have to Find the Right Type | ! | RS: | And | Haha | Yes | RS: | What They Said | =:B |

ID: well thanks. for caring. but i promise i'm fiiine.

SS: (Well, course you're fine. Pheres is gonna fix you up. (\unu/) )

RS: | You will be Once The Wounds are Bandaged | =:1 |

SA: sipara... cooks flowers...

ID: i mean... i'm on my way. i promise. there's just a lot of trolls on the way that think they can shove their noses in to my business.

RS: | Laledy | Oh | Have You seen Sipara Around | ? | She's rather Absconded on Me |

SS: (Well, you see, there was this incident with a bleatbeast...)

SS: (Which I maintain shoulda been, like, two bleatbeasts, tbqh.)

SS: (Tl;dr she's sacrificed herself to the Demoness to impress Hads.)

ID: thanks for the bleatbeast btw and there was no sacrificing in my sight.

SS: (Key words: "in my sight.")

SS: (She said she had to up and deliver the bleatbeast personal-like on accounta the Demoness totes deserves an apology for a shitty sacrifice of, like, used bleatbeast, you dig me?)

SA: goats...

SA: What would define a used goat?

SA: Am I used...

ID: i think we're all used goods, it's fine pris.

SA: Oh

SA: 😊

RS: | =:B |

ID: unused is like. pristine brand new. fresh out of the box!

SA: so a freshly birthed goat?

ID: or at least a young one.

RS: | Haha | Ew |

SS: (The box, SA, not the gross mammalian womb.)

SS: (Why you gotta make it weird?)

SA: I will protect them from the demoness.

SA: so they can grow up strong. and used.

SA: But strong

SA: a womb is like a box.

SS: (I have miscalculated.)

SA: why is it gross to you?

ID: hahahah woowww yeah lal, why is it gross.

SS: (And shit, pal, last I checked wombs ain't up and cubical. (\unu/) My bbbbb.)

ID: how many wombs have you been checking?

ID: maybe goats are cubical-shaped.

SS: (....)

SS: (You have a point.)

ID: of course i do.

SS: (Long's it ain't one 'bout fussin' vs protips, on accounta I got a professional rep to maintain, here, pal, and you've already up and put a dent in it. (\qnq/) )

SA: ...what reputation.

SA: I haven't heard of any reputation for you.

SS: (You also ain't never heard a'unused bleatbeasts afore, pal, so idkkkkk... (\unu/) )

SA: they are called kids.

SA: infant goats.

SA: but I don't understand how an animal becomes used.

SA: just that it must happen afte birth.

RS: | I would Like to Object to This Wonderful Knowledge of Disquieting Mammalian Reproduction I am Gaining |

RS: | Because | Gross |

SA: why is it disquieting...

SA: but yes, alright.

RS: | Can We Pretend Goats Emerge Fully Formed from The Ground | ? |

RS: | =:? |

SA: only if we can pretend you all weren't ugly worms at some point in your life.

ID: rude i was the handsomest worm that ever crawled out of an egg.

SA: squish.

SA: what about kittens, pheres.

SA: are you opposed to fresh kittens.

ID: breaking my pumper here pris. =:'(

SA: hadean you are a 7/10.

ID: let's be real, right now i'm probably a -5/10.

SA: you were an 8/10 yesterday, if that helps.

SA: before the injuries, i mean.

SA: but i don't mind those either.

ID: gee, really know how to warm a pumper pris. =:P

SA: I could tell you how much i appreciate you, would that be more adequate warming.

SA: You were very scared.

SA: I didn't like it.

RS: | I've Eaten Adolescent Meowbeasts Before | It is not Really Objectionable | ? |

SA: ---

SA: ...

SA: ☹

RS: | ? |

ID: hahahah, jeesh. don't just blast that i was scared pris, hella rude.

SA: Why did you eat kittens?

SA: it's alright, fear is a normal response.

RS: | Also | Aw | Are You Two Quadrants | ? |

SA: but if i must.

SA: you were very brave.

SA: in fact you felt no fear at all.

ID: hahah what.

SA: there.

SA: enjoy that lie.

ID: i will wear this lie like a cape.

SA: I am not allowed to have quadrants, Pheres.

SA: nor would it be appropriate.

ID: ...hahah what, not allowed by who.

RS: | Oh | ! | Well | Who Said That | ? |

SA: Well, I was raised that way.

ID: pris, part of saying fuck it to the system that wanted to use you is getting to do what you want.

RS: | Oh | But | You aren't a Pupa Anymore | So | You can have Quadrants Now | ! |

ID: you wanna quad someone, you go out and do it.

SA: Yes but there's another problem with this.

SA: I don't feel tose things.

SA: It would be cruel to quadrant with someone when I can only marginally reciprocate.

SA: But it's alright. I am happy seeing others happy in their quadrants.

SA: this is sad.

SA: Maybe i will say fuck it to the system more often, though.

SA: like stopping pheres from eating kittens.

ID: alllwaaayyssss say fuck it to the system.

RS: | | Well | Ah | I wouldn't Let That Stop You | ? | Everyone has to Learn How to Feel Properly in a Quadrant |

ID: yeah, what pheres said. you aren't like. completely emotionally dead.

RS: | You're not Born With It | RS: | And | Haha | What else do You do With Them | ? |

ID: some people keep them as pets.

SA: .. ideally, you love them and feed them and pet them

SA: No, but the most emotion I have experienced in a while came from you.

ID: ahahah well, uh. you can find someone out there that makes you feel things. i'm sure.

RS: | From Hadean | ? | 😮 | RS: | I have taken Your Emoticon as a Form of Solidarity | By the Way |

SA: Please do not take it as solidarity, eating kittens is very sad.

SA: Yes, from Hadean.

SA: I told you, i felt what he felt during the fight.

ID: oh.

ID: uh. sorry you had to feel that. i'm sure it wasn't fun times.

SA: It's quite alright.

SA: I wish i could have helped you more, is all.

SA: but I do have more fun with you than anyone else, so I suppose it goes both ways.

SA: ☺

ID: well i'm not dead so i think you all did alright in the helping department. =:P

ID: ps i will appreciate your flowers but you gotta hold them for me cause I got one functional arm right now and i need it for typing and stuff.

SA: Pheres, i will have to bring you a kitten and show you how perfect they are.

SA: when they aren't crispy.

SA: I can do that.

SA: You can also use text to speech.

ID: nah that makes me feel like a tool. plus it's hella noisy around the faire.

SA: Mmm. Well, I can still holy them.

SA: ...hold.

ID: hope you weren't looking for a knife throwing rematch too soon. =:P

SA: No, not really. Perhaps an archery contest, though 😉

RS: | Haha | Is Your Lusus a Meowbeast | Prisma | ? |

RS: | Because I am Sensing Bias | =:P |

SA: no, i just like soft helpless things.

SA: I like protecting them.

SA: I didn't have a lusus.

SA: Or. I did but I didn't.

SA: I don't remember.

SA: Why am I still talking about this..

RS: | Oh | ! | Well | I didn't Either | If That Makes You feel Better |

ID: uhh okay, we'll just blame it on highblood brain scrambles and move on?

SA: Oh!

SA: really--

RS: | Mm | ! | I don't Remember Mine Either | I think It is Common | If They are Removed Young |

SA: It's nice to know I was not the only one.

SA: 😃

SA: Statistically i couldn't be.

SA: but you know wht i mean.

RS: | 😃 |

SA: yes, the brain scrambles.

RS: | Haha | Yes | I understand |