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[ask-stranded-sides]

Janus, we need to talk to you

Anonymous said: Hey, hey Dee. Do you recall something?...... J a n u s. (You know, cause when this blog started we didn't know his name?)

Anonymous said: Why can't we say Deceits name? Or is Janus YOUR name? Either why I don't see why it's a problem. It's just a  n a m e ~

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Somehow these voices all flood in at the same time and sift through Deceit’s head as if they were being held back by some mysterious force. But it looks like the dam broke, allowing them through.

Deceit gasps audibly om his way back to Logan and winces as he falls to his knees, gripping a hand to his chest and tugging his shirt in shaking fingers. That.... that word.... it rattles through his brain and he grits his teeth and squeezes his eyes shut. 

Janus

JANUS

J A N U S

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The world spins and a keening whimper spills from his throat. Darkness steals his senses. 

Falling....

Falling...........

He feels like something is tugging at his chest, pulling, wanting him to move, calling to him desperately.

Lost lost lost......

What is this place.....?

Where are you......

Why is it.... cold............?

He whimpers and reaches, desperate for-

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N̫͑̒̉̏̄̀ͅ O̻͚̻̞̙̙͙̠ͭ̅͑̓ͨͦ̆ T͔̜͚͚͓̣̋̈́͂ͭ̓͐ͪ ̯́̀ͮ Y̼͇̲̠͖̦͙̗̔̀̐ͨͅ E͕̜̤̗̪̞̘̣͇͒ T̰̻͛̐ͧͣ̉  ̟̫̦̂̄͋̈̌ͥ!̪͎͗̇̏̄͗  ̼͎̖͓ͯ̎̈́ͥ̊!̩̬̟̮̮̮̬̤̟̿̓  ͎̗͉̝̌ͬ̓̾͋ͫ̒͛ͅ!̮̮͓̜̈͒ͭ̑́̍̈́

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When Deceit opens his eyes with a start, Logan is kneeling beside him, holding his middle slightly, trying not to bend over. 

Logan: “Deceit?” 

Deceit blinks, eyes hazy and fogged over for a moment before they clear. He sits up and looks at his hands. Plants. Right, he was looking for the... plants...... 

Deceit: “Sorry, I’m not sure what happened. I think I tripped. But I’ve found the plant I think.” 

He holds it up and Logan looks at it, though the worry on his face doesn’t fade. “Yes... I believe this is the right thing. I... cannot really get better out here. Please help me back, I cannot bend so you will have to help me stay upright down this hill.”

[virgil-is-a-bitch]

you know the song confrontation from jekyll and hyde? major u!virgil vs c!thomas vibes

I watched Jekyll and Hyde once-

So I don't super know it, but from what I can recall your right on the money

[ghostmaggie]

we will grow old as friends

a chidi/eleanor fanfiction, written for @enragedbees for @tgpsecretsanta exchange! Happy holidays, and happy new year! I hope you enjoy!

Ships: Eleanor/Chidi

Rated: Teen and Up Audiences

Words: 2.3k

Summary: Eleanor has a soulmate. He isn’t her soulmate, of course. But it still seems like she should like him more than she likes, say, Chidi. Not that she likes Chidi. They’re just friends. Obviously.

[read on ao3]

Excerpt:

Reboot # 673  

The entire concept of soulmates is weird.

Like, what are the odds that there’s one person in the entire freaking universe that’s—what? Destined to be your perfect match? To fill in all your missing pieces? To love you automatically? To stand by you no matter what? Eleanor finds that incredibly unlikely.  

Of course, she also finds it unlikely that she actually belongs in an afterlife literally called the Good Place. So maybe soulmates are an odd choice to nitpick, when her entire existence is a little bit incomprehensible.  

She’s been dead—gosh, it’s still weird to even think that, she’s dead—for a couple weeks before she really gets a chance to really think about soulmates.  Too busy hiding her dark past and discovering Jason’s identity and meeting Chidi and starting ethics lessons and getting caught by Tahani and—anyway, her “soulmate,” apparently, is a guy named Mark.

Mark is…well, he’s kind of everything Eleanor would have expected in her soulmate. If, you know, she was a thirteen year old girl who believed in sparkles and fairytales and liked cookies and puppies and the concept of the Disney Channel. Mark is tall, with thick, curly hair, bright eyes, and a quick, flirty smile. He was a doctor when he was alive, a pediatric surgeon, no less. A full on do-gooder who saved kids’ lives as a day job and volunteered to clean oceans and walk helpless puppies or something in his spare time. He died saving hundreds of people’s lives during some natural disaster, to top it off, and left all his money to charity. A little excessive, if you ask Eleanor, but still undeniably the Good Place’s most eligible bachelor.

“So why doesn’t it feel right?” Eleanor huffs, slumping low into a beanbag in Jason’s unfortunately named Budhole. He’s not really listening to her as far as she can tell, utterly focused on his football video game whatever.  

Tahani tisks, not entirely unkindly, but it’s kinda necessarily harsh when she says, “Well, darling, he’s likely not your soulmate. Just like Jason"—here her expression twists—"most certainly is not mine. You don’t belong here, so why would your soulmate be here?”

“Okay, fair,” Eleanor says. “Rude, but fair. Even so, though, he seems like he should be my soulmate. We like the same things, we have the same sense of humor, we’re compatible levels of attractive, and yet—nothing.”

“It’s probably because you’re in love with Chidi,” Jason offers nonchalantly, not even taking his eyes off the screen, leaning into some kind of move he’s making in the game.  

“What?”

[keep reading]

[masteraqua]

My top post is now that cursed xehaqus power bottom post and I blame you for reblogging it

that wasn’t me, that’s just how powerful the post is

[ask-stranded-sides]

if you work with us for a little while, we'll leave you alone and you can continue living your best life for awhile. what color is the sky?

Liar grins: “Purple. And I don’t need your help being mysssself. I think you have other thingssss to worry about. I can hear sssssomething totally not panicking in the foresssst.” 

[ask-stranded-sides]

liar, what's 2 + 2?

Liar grins mischievously where he’s perched in a tree. You just make out that it must be deep within the jungle of the island because it is heavily veiled in shadow from the overhead foliage. 

Liar: “What’sssss in it for me if I ansssswer?” 

[virgil-is-a-bitch]

just wanna say I love you, thank you for managing this blog, you're amazing

I-

I have no idea where this came from, but you are so very welcome. I must also thank you for enjoying and interacting with this blog. I honestly never thought it would go anywhere

Also, I love you too <3

[virgil-is-a-bitch]

I'm glad you're back!! how have you been?

I'm glad to be back too uwu

I lowkey can't remember much of the last month so I'm not sure how I've been. But I'm tried and have a new hyperfictation