#even smaller

[queermystic]

*tilts my cap to reveal another, smaller cap*

[sleepless-in-starbucks]

Random question time again, but this time at both Lia *and* the other anons! What's the most obscure fandom you've ever been a part of? -squirrel anon

oh, probably the Layton Brothers: Mystery Room fandom. I’m not sure I was really a ‘part of it,’ per say, since I never properly interacted with any of the other people in said fandom, but I was into it and kept up on what few fics it had

[lefaystrent]

Sacrificial rituals and other fun activities

Fandom: Thomas Sanders, Sanders Sides

Pairings: Prinxiety

Summary:  Virgil was a mage—one of the best.  He’d seen a lot of things, but a handsome man chained up in the middle of a field? Even he had to take a moment.

          “What’s this?” Virgil asked aloud, raising a brow at the man sitting on a flat plate of rock in the middle of an open field.

           Not a lot of things caught his attention. Virgil was a mage—one of the best, he’d swear to it. The mysteries of magic had been revealed to him long ago, and not much could be held up in comparison after that. Sure, he traveled around, did odd jobs when he needed the money or if they suited his moral values. He’d seen a lot of things, but still, not much made him bat an eye.

           A handsome man chained up in the middle of a field? Even he had to take a moment, for curiosity’s sake.

           “Oh?” the stranger looked up at him from his cross-legged position. He had a dazed look to his face, like he’d been half asleep or daydreaming. He probably couldn’t see Virgil anyway, what with his brown bangs hanging sloppily over his eyes.

           “You do realize that you’re chained up, right?” Virgil asked, because he had to. “And that you’re shirtless?”

           The guy glanced down at himself as if he’d never noticed the chain around his neck. He tapped twice at the iron collar, then shrugged. “I’ve got pants, at least.”

           “So you’re a glass half-full kinda guy, I see,” he said, nearly rolling his eyes. He leaned casually on his wooden staff. “What’s your name?”

           He blinked slowly at him, skeptical. It wasn’t hard to guess what Virgil was, not with his purple and black hooded robe. “. . . Roman.”

           “Right, Roman.” Virgil nodded. “Not that I don’t commend you for being calm in this whole situation, but shouldn’t you be freaking out or trying to get free?”

           “Can’t. The chain’s too strong,” he said. “Why try when you know you won’t succeed?”

           “Better than starving to death alone in a field,” Virgil replied. He considered the chains, instantly thinking of several spells that would break the links. It would be child’s play to someone like him. Poor regular old mortals like Roman here must have it so tough.

           “Oh, I’m not going to starve to death,” he corrected Virgil, smiling wryly. “I’m going to be sacrificed to the dragon.”

           “. . . dragon? Like honest to God, real dragon?” Pardon him, but those fuckers were rare.

           “Yes. Every year, someone from our town is chosen for the dragon. Otherwise, the dragon will burn the town.”

           “What kind of messed up town are you from?” he asked rhetorically.

           Virgil wiped at his face, hardly believing this. Oh, he could believe the bit about the dragon. Dragons loved sacrificial shit in their honor; it bolstered their huge egos. That wasn’t important. Just what kind of guy was this? Sitting here, all calmly, answering Virgil’s questions with his strong biceps and pecs out for the world to see? This needed to stop.

           “And you’re okay with this? Being offered up to a dragon on a silver platter?”

           “Not really. But I have this,” Roman said as he lifted a simple dagger. “I figure when he eats me I can poke him from the inside.”

           “Fuckin’ hell,” Virgil muttered, wasting no time in waving his magical staff towards the chains. They dissolved into shadowy sand and the man was free.

           Roman touched at his neck, feeling the bareness there. For the first time, a real emotion appeared through the cracks of resolve. Disbelief was there, and maybe even hope, as he stared up at Virgil.

           “What about the dragon?” he asked.

           “Pfft, let me handle the dragon. I can’t stand sacrificial crap anyway.” Dragons were a pain to kill, since they were magical creatures themselves. Many of Virgil’s spells would be ineffective against the beast, but he wasn’t one of the best mages for nothing. Maybe he’d try an age-regression spell, or just shrink the thing. That way he could keep it as a guard dog or something.

           Virgil’s train of thought broke when hands gripped one of his. He glanced down to find Roman holding his hand reverently.

           “You are brave . . . to die in my place,” Roman spoke in awe.

           Virgil whacked him over the head with his staff.

           “Hell no!” he yelled, snatching back his hand. “Didn’t I just say I can’t stand sacrificial crap? That means sacrificing myself too! I’m not becoming dragon chow for some handsome stranger I just met! I’m a mage; I’m gonna use my powerful magic to get rid of the dragon. Ya feel me?”

           “. . . you think I’m handsome?”

           Virgil didn’t know why he even bothered.

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[luminous-studiess]

sometimes i’m about to use the actual real name i use irl when i sign my posts then i have to stop myself lmao

[lostofthedead]

blocked like 5 people in my personal life during this mental whatever the fuck you wanna call it.

i don’t know how to feel

[shrineofdolls]

im on season two of detective conan and i stg they draw him smaller each episode

[bloomlet]

Every time I see Basil and Jamie’s height difference I shed a few tears

basil is just short he has a height difference with everyone

[acecasinova]

An old guy just walked into the store, handed me a tiny hanger and said “That’s for you, Shorty”

Then left