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[minnienotamouse]

zcinx​:

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the  decades  pass  and  yet  they  stay  the  same.  will  pokemon  ever  stop  being  popular?  will  people  ever  stop  trying  to  make  bangs  happen?  probably  not.  the  less  he  invests  himself  in,  the  better.   he  sighs  as  he  pulls  back,  fingers  pinching  the  bridge  of  his  nose;   if  reapers  could  get  headaches,  he’s  sure  he’d  have  one  now.   “  i  found  out  either  way. ”   he  points  out.   “  none  of  those  games  seem  like  they’re  worth  playing.   humans  have,  if  they’re  lucky,  maybe  70  years.   that’s  613, 200  hours.   yet  you  spend  thousands  of  those  hours  staring  at  those  screens  catching  bugs,  or  selling  vegetables.   wasting  the  time  you  do  have. ”  it’s  so  …  finite.   when  you’ve  lived  hundreds  of  years  —  maybe  thousands,  but  who’s  counting  —  the  lifespan  of  the  average  human  seems  like  a  tiny  grain  of  salt.   to  watch,  never  quite  knowing  the  experience  of  living  yourself,  is  like  watching  bad  reality  tv;    it’s  frustrating,  and  you’re  pretty  sure  you  hate  everyone  involved,  but  you’re  glued  to  the  show  all  the  same.   it’s  possible  he’s  projecting.   after  all,  reapers  spend  their  hours  waiting  for  others  to  expire.   he  had  a  human  life  once,  ran  down  his  hours  until  it  came  time  to  clock  out,  but  he  can’t  remember  it  now  and  therefore  —  cannot  empathize.   “  you  might  be  giving  them  too  much  credit. ”   he’d  like  to  think  there’s  a  difference  between  someone  appearing  between  blinks,  like  maybe  you’d  missed  their  arrival,  and  actively  watching  the  impossible  happen  before  your  eyes.  the  salem  witch  trials  were  only  328  years  ago  —  that  was   PRACTICALLY  YESTERDAY   in  the  grand  scheme  of  things.   

“These games are totally worth playing.” Scowling slightly, she pauses her game, looking highly inconvenienced that he has interrupted her oh-so-well planned out afternoon. “Isn’t the whole point of life to like, enjoy it? Actually have fun and live with the time we have? If I choose to spend all my time behind a screen, that’s on me, but let me tell you: I’d die happy if I died playing Pokemon. It’s no different than reading books, bro. You sound like my grandpa: not a good look for a hot guy.” Rolling her eyes, she picks the switch back up off her lap. “...I might be, but then I could also argue that they wouldn’t notice my bubble and might just think that I’m an idiot siting out here in the rain.”

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nephilimxeve​:

“while i don’t disagree, here we are,” eve replied to the idea of spiked lemonade, taking a seat and finding somewhere to settle things as she poured them a glass. “and instead of a porch and an umbrella you went for a magic… bubble? dome? fair enough,” she chuckled, passing over one of the cups.

“..To be fair, it is a little early for vodka, so.” Reaching for the glass once it is offered, Minnie settles back comfortably into her lawn chair. “Bubbledome,” she corrects with a grin, and she shrugs. “I don’t have a porch or an umbrella, and an umbrella wouldn’t have room for all my shit, so.”

[frcmashes]

(  tagging  @minnienotamouse​  )

“  i’m  not  doing  this. ”  his  tone  is  vehement,  words  final,  as  he  crosses  his  arms  over  his  chest.  he’s  standing  as  far  away  from  the  edge  of  the  lake  as  possible,  blinking  blearily  out  into  the  foggy  water  in  the  distance.   he  can’t  swim,  for  starters,  and  that  fog  looks  like  something  straight  out  of  a  horror  movie.   sure,  if  something  grabs  him  and  drags  him  under,  he  won’t  die,  but  it’ll  make  him  even  more  terrified  of  water  than  he  already  is.   so  no.  no  thank  you.   even  in  a  canoe,  like  the  one  minnie  has  that  is  supposedly  going   to  take  them  to  the  island  with  the  pokemon  gym  just  out  of  reach,  doesn’t  feel  safe  enough.   hell  no.  NO  WAY.  no.  “  mewtwo’s  not  worth it. ”   sorry,  mewtwo.  he’s  always  been  more  of  a  fire-type  pokemon  guy  anyway.   “  here’s  a  concept  —  what  if  we  just  went  home.  there’s  probably  not  enough  people  out  there  to  even  do  the  raid  …  and  my  phone’s  about  to  die,  and  we  didn’t  bring  snacks. ”   and  he’s  running  out  of  excuses,  so  hopefully  one  of  them  lands.  

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“Landon.” His name comes out as a whine, and Minnie’s lower lip sticks out in a pout. “We talked about this. We’re both going, because it is going to take both of us to take out the gym to get Mew-Two, and then we both get the chance to get him. See how many times I said both there? That means two people, and I am one person. I need my second, and you’re my second.” At his words, Minnie gasps, taking a step back. “Mew-Two is so worth it,” she says in an angry whisper. “Just for that, you probably won’t catch him.” Rolling her eyes, Minnie shoves a portable charge in his direction. “You’re welcome,” she says pointedly. “And I did too bring snacks. You are so going, because otherwise I’m going by myself and you’ll feel bad. And you’ll be jealous as fuck of my Mew-Two.”

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elusivefatal​:

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“ cute, ”  she replies sourly, with a click of her tongue, to the oh, so witty display of the trespassing magic. it’s spoken with only half a mind, though, most of her energy STILL going into attempting to wish the rain away. still, as long as this bubble sticks around ( she’ll make sure of that  —  somehow ), she should be fine. spoilers: she probably won’t be. does katherine pierce look like the kind of person who has the patience to sit around and WAIT for something? the witch’s ( she assumes ) response to her murderous intent, however, does lift one corner of her lips into a small, satisfied smirk. sure, it’s good when people CHALLENGE her threats, just so she can have fun bringing them to fruition ;  but it’s also fun to get something so it doesn’t happen.  “ gladly, ”  she husks, slumping into some seat with an elegant crossing of her legs.  “ pass on the snickers. i like these pants too much. i’m in the mood for a chat, though. tell me, you don’t happen to know what the hell’s going on, do you? ”

“My cuteness is basically my number one chance of survival, so thank you, I agree.” Smiling from behind her game, Minnie nods in the direction of the bag of snacks on the floor. “Help yourself, since you’re staying. I probably should not eat all of that, and spoiler alert: I totally will eat all of it.” Sugar will be her downfall, and well, she is certainly okay with that. “I’ve got about as much of a clue as you do. I’ve just sort of been rolling with the punches, y’know? Why fight the unexpected, like being teleported into a magical whole new world.”

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zcinx​:

things  like  rain,  or  heat,  weren’t  things  you’d  think  would  annoy  a  reaper.  if  it  was  raining  in  one  city,  you  could  always  just  teleport  to  a  new  one  and  try  again.  like  hitting  a  reset  button  whenever  you  encountered  something  you  didn’t  like.   except  now,  his  teleporting  is  —  limited.  he  can  go  up,  or  he  can  go  down,  but  other  than  that  ?   reprieve’s  his  only  destination.   he  can’t  say  he’s  loving  it.   

what  he  does  love,  however,  is  this  witch  that’s  apparently  decided  things  like  discretionjust  don’t  matter  anymore.   she  wears  her  age  like  a  badge;  only  gen-z  would  do  something  this  offensively  stupid.   he  almost  respects  it.   the  only  way  this’ll  tie  for  first  with  the  grown-ass  adult  he  reaped  who’d  eaten  a  tide  pod  dipped  in  cinnamon  is  if  she’s  playing  minecraft  too.   he  hates  minecraft.    in  concept,  of  course  —  he’s  never  actually  played.  

“  my  bad. ”   the  words  are  flippant,  suggest  that  he’s  not  really  all  that  sorry  as  he  leans  over  the  back  of  her  chair  to  look  at  the  console.  “  i  wanted  to  know  what  you  were  playing.  i  alsowant  to  know  if  you’re  aware  you’re  probably  breaking  about  half  a  dozen  discretionary  magic-using  unspoken  rules  but  that’s  none  of  my  business. ”

Minnie frowned as the other leaned over to peek at her game, instinctively pressing it to her chest as she looked up at him. “There’s this thing you could do. It’s called asking, and it usually works really really well.” She pulled the console back up, returning her attention to it as she spoke. “I’m playing Pokemon. What else would I be playing? Not much else is worth playing.” Reaching down with one hand for her big gulp, she rolled her eyes as she took a long drink from the straw. “Yeah, yeah, I know the rules. I also know people are popping up out of thin air, so I mean, I think the whole magic is a secret cover is blown to shit.”

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elusivefatal​:

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ugh, screw rain. not only did it always mess up her carefully arranged hair ( she always made sure to either compel or threaten the stylists to get it perfectly ), but all the splashes and inevitable MUD totally ruined the polished look of her shoes. so, there’s no wonder she finds the nearest form of shelter ;  it’s not permanent, obviously, but there’s just enough of a break from the pesky drizzle to let her COMPLAIN a little bit. she huffs and throws her arms once she finds the dry spot. sadly, her annoyance isn’t necessarily helped by the fact that someone is apparently bothered by her presence.  “ and where did you get that from? the invisible rule book of awesome magical shelters? next time try putting up a sign. ”  she flashes a tight-lipped, sour smile and soon returns her attention back to herself ( the ONLY one worthy of attention, after all ). she pouts as she twists her ankle, lifts her foot, and looks at the dried water splashes on her louboutins.  “ sigh, sigh. someone will have to die for my tremendously bad day. ”

“...I mean, yeah.” Minnie frowned over the top of her game, and then a quick fire message reading NO TRESPASSING glowed quickly in front of the other. She smiled a little as though proud of herself. She shifted a little in her seat, dropping the game onto her lap as she reached to the ground for her drink. Eyes widening at the other’s words, Minnie quickly waved a hand to erase the message. “Whoah there, no need to get all murder-y just for a little rain. Sit down, dry off, have a snickers.”

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nephilimxeve​:

“sorry. but what if i brought homemade lemonade?” she offered, raising the pitcher and plastic cups. eve had noted the surplus of snacks in the tiny oasis and true to her nature, mom-friended. “i mean i can take it home. i’m sure it’ll get demolished.” hazel eyes took in the crafted area, lips pursing in an impressed little gesture. “this is pretty cool, minnie. not gonna lie.”

“I can accept lemonade as a peace offering. Spiked lemonade would be better, but this will definitely do.” Minnie only looked up briefly from her game, though she nodded as though to tell her to sit. “Yeah, well. I like rain but I don’t want to ruin my Switch, so I had to find a compromise.”

[iwritefanficnotprophecies]

Is this a mood or what

[minnienotamouse]

@reprievestarters​ The rain outside could almost be described as torrential, which was Minnie’s absolute favorite kind of go outside weather. It wasn’t hot, she wasn’t sweaty, and the lightening and thunder were soothing in a way she could never quite understand. Besides, when one is able to construct a large bubble around them to keep dry from the rain, why wouldn’t they spend the time outside? Minnie had, apparently, put some thought to this, judging by the supplies around her. Perched in a lawn chair as most normal people would do on a sunny day, she had a bag full of snacks beside her, an open bag of skittles on her lap. A few books were scattered on the ground as well, and in her hands was a gaming system that had her full attention. That was, of course, until a frown pulled at her lips and she noted someone else was in her bubble. Literally and figuratively. “Hey hey,” she said as she looked over the edge of her game, “it’s usually nice to ask before taking advantage of the awesome magical shelter.”

[itsmeeee77]

[hiddenangcls]

“I don’t know how we got here, but it has to be something big” she said as she looked through her book. “Maybe a witch? That’s the only thing I can think of that could get us all here” she mumbled to herself before hearing a noise and quickly looked up. “Yeah? Sorry, was I thinking out loud again?”

[minnienotamouse]

“Yo, why is everyone always trying to blame the witches?” A slight pout pulling at her lower lip, Minnie sighed as she levitated her drink to her mouth, evidently too lazy to do the damn thing the right way. “We aren’t all bad, y’know. I haven’t ridden any broomsticks or set anyone on fire lately...at least on purpose, anyway.”

[bvstdknvckles]

what  do  you  get  when  you  mix  an  overly  competitive  &  naturally  hot-headed  individual with  a  full  moon  approaching  in  a  few  days  ?   CATASTROPHE.   from  start  to  finish,  soccer practice  has  been  hell.  he’d  gotten  into  a  fight  with  one  of  the  other  players  on  his  team  over  whether  or  not  head-butting  the  ball  into  the  goal  should  count  and  it  had  taken  THREEother  players  to  pull  them  apart.   it’s  why  he’s  riding  the  bench  now,  hands  resting  on  either  side  of  his  head  as  it  hangs  between  his  knees.   practice  is  just  about  over,  the  teams  squaring  off  for  the  point  that  will  win  the  pickup  game,  but  his  gaze  is  anywhere  but  the  field.  (  if  he’s  not  playing,  he  has  no  skin  in  the  game.   if  they  lose  without  him  —  which  he’s  pretty  fucking  sure  they  will  —   he  doesn’t  own  that  loss.  ) he  almost  doesn’t  notice  the  presence  coming  up  on  him,  though  his  gaze  doesn’t  quite  shift  over  to  them.   the  only  indication  he  saw  them  before  they  speak  is  the  slight  tick  of  his  jaw  and  the  growl  that  accompanies  it.   “  what ? ”

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Minnie couldn’t help the grin that left her face as the other quite literally growled in response to her question, and she held up her hands as though in mock-defense. “Whoah there, Fido. I was just asking if you know what time it is, because my phone is super dead and I’m supposed to be meeting someone.”