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Anna didn't come back, even after days there was no sign of her. It made Elisa and you nervous, hearts beating like a bird in a too small cage, searching for any kind of escape. When you laid in bed at night you would squeeze your hands together trying to ground yourself in each other, none of you brave enough to voice your thoughts.

You tried to ask the guys subtle about her, searching for little crumbs of information they would allow you. Your guilty conscience reminding you how little you cared when you should be in a full blown panic. The Men seemed to sense how reluctant you questioning was.

There was no luck with Kyle, he smiled lightly and told you not to worry your little head about it, tracing a finger along your cheek which made your neck itch. Leaning closer, waiting for you to ask more.

Johnny was not better. A feral look in his eyes when you directed your attention his way. Getting impossible closer, and engulfing your hand in his calloused one, his heat prickling at your skin. Asking what he would gain if he told you. His gaze plunderous, waiting for you to slip up. Subtle like a bulldozer that one.

You didn't even try with John, but he must have known what was on your mind, ruffling your hair, when you zoned out. Winking at you as if you both shared a little secret. Sharing little portions of food at the shared dinner table, making you feel like a comrade in this twisted game of will you find out or not. You knew you should not trust them but god did they make it hard to hate them.

But the worst of them was Simon, as if he could smell Elisas and your fear he resolved back to his bodyguard duty. A gloomy shadow at the back of your neck. Nearly breathing down your spin. Somedays his observing, intense eyes haunted you into your dreams. Waking you, only for you to lay in the damp sheets. At times it unnerved you but a little part, deep in your soul reeled in the attention, the observing eye, which if you convinced yourself, was there for your protection rather then making sure none of you tried to run. A warm pulse in your belly which made this tense time bearable.

The Chores got less for you both. Their guard slowly sinking with every day none of you tried anything. You would sometimes stare out of the window, watching small animals going about their business in the tree lines. Sometimes even a fawn with his mother, stalking the line slowly, carefully. And you were watching them, intrigued. In the city signs like these didn't happen. Only bustling and rushing of the many people being something to be observed. Somedays you did that, too. Until it all became to much for you....

With the passing of time you could tell that your guard fell more and more. The more they showed you their own personality's the more your emotions conflicted. Elisa was still so scared, the thought what would happen when the men got bored of you ever present in the back of your mind. But for now you could convince yourself that this was just a really spontaneous vacation you were on. With Johnny tickling generous laughs from you with his sometimes downright stupid jokes. Making you think of him as a puppy, imaginary tail wagging every time your attention stayed a second to long on him. Needing to be held back by some of the other men now and then. Kyle being a gentlemen all the way. Getting you your favorite skin cream when you had mentioned it one time to Elisa. It should worry you how observant he was. On the contrary a warm feeling spreading in your chest because of his thoughtfulness. John somehow knowing which meals you preferred, watching you intently when you picked a little more food onto your plate.

Sometime your pride would still flare up. Bubbling in your chest, clawing up your throat. Indignation, how dare they decided for you. Having the audacity to take you, feelings you could not keep down. Breathing becoming labored in these moments. A glare directed towards any who were unfortunate enough to meet your eye. One of these times it was meet with the calm, dark gaze of Simon. He hesitated one second, then he began stalking towards your form. Never taking his eyes of yours. Your pulse speeding up in your whole body, hands starting to shake, a primal instinct making you shrink back. You didn't even know what to braze yourself for, not being able to discern Simons intent.

"Seems the little rabbit got somethin to say?" slouching over you, his body engulfing you into his shadow. A Challenge, subtle in his voice. Your grievances burned down as fast as they came. But a stubborn part of you refused to stay down. "What? You going to punish me for this? Didn't know you couldn't handle some talk back" The shake of your hands betrayed the sting of your words.

Simons eyes narrowed behind his mask. In the next second his hand was already on the back of your neck, pressing lightly. "Oh little one. You 'ave no idea. Believe me it would be no punishment." His other hand landing on your cheek. "Why don't ya let me show ya?"

Your eyes must have been as big as saucers. Being completely drown of your string of thought. Stumbling away from him. He was generous enough to allow you. You were embarrassed to admit that you had to flee from this interaction. A tactical retreat to get your bearings back together.

Everything got even more complex when you stumble upon Kyle and Simon in a position that was absolutely not meant for your eyes. Having come back to the kitchen later in the day to find something to eat. Sliding back into the shadow of the doorway you could not pull your eyes away. Kyle seemed cornered against the Fridge, a looming Simon blocking most of the view with the wide of his shoulders and back. But the sounds, oh those sounds were not easy to mistaken. Wet, hungry, sucking noises. A soft moan from Kyle shakes you from your trance. Your body already flushed, if with shame or something other you didn't know. You rush, as quietly as your pumping heart allows back to your shared room. It must be something wrong with you, was this the effects of the famous Stockholm Syndrom?

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It was late in the evening, the men were splayed out onto the couch. The gigantic furniture holding the four massive bodies easily. You were pressed between John and Simon, huge thighs caging you in, their warm threatening to have you melting right there. Pressings your own thighs together hoping the pulsing would subside. Elisa was forced onto Johnnys lap, his huge hands holding her around her waist. You could tell from her stiff posture that she was not happy about this. But, as far as you could tell, Johnny was already holding himself back, his hands being chaste for the moment, not wandering anywhere.

The TV played on of the older football games. A recording, which seemed to be Johns favorite. You didn't really care for the sport, much less with these two behemoths around you. Taking small breaths to not drown in their combined scents, a mix of whiskey, pine and something darker you could not place.

A cry let's your head spring up. Your gaze finding Johnny and Elisa. Her hands holding onto Johnnys wrists. Fingers clamping down onto flesh, body already half lifted of him. Small whimpers are leaving her, shaking from the strain to hold herself away from him. He is cooing word into her ear, trying to sooth her down again. His hold not wavering even when you can make out scratch marks, deep enough that they draw blood from his skin.

You can feel your heart hurting from the sight. You try to stand, get to her and comfort her again. But Hands are already on you, a grip so strong it leaves you unable to pull further away. You turn your head back, ready to snap. Dark eyes let you hold your breath. "Calm down, lovie, he isn't hurtin 'er".

Elisas cry's didn't stop, her whimpering getting louder. She started struggling harder. Kyle getting up as well, kneeling next to her. Whispering to her, words you could not decipher from the distance.

"Please just let me to her, she doesn't mean this, she is scared." You could not stop your pleading with them. To scared what her defiance might mean for her fate. You were pushing away when strong hands were pulling you down towards Simons lap. His arms winding around your waist, making you straddle him, all to keep you down. His warm chest pressing against your breasts. You shuddered involutory from the rubbing, your mind being torn between enjoying the embrace and wanting to get to Elisa. In this position you were with your back to Elisa and the others. Only John kept looking at you.

Even with the sounds around you he seemed to focus on your struggling. Thoughtful Eyes observing the scene around him. The next moment he was standing up. In the blink of a second the atmosphere was changing. "Kyle, Johnny bring 'er up." The command vibrated around the room. Elisas crying getting louder, you could not help the panic and fear welling up in you. A jolt running through your body, wriggling in Simons grip, hands pushing against huge shoulders.

"No, please, she didn't mean it!" You didn't recognize your own voice. Shrill and cracking, panic evident in it. Simons hands wandered up to hold you against him by the back of your shoulders. With your body immobile, you resulted in shaking your head, at if your silent refusal would change anything. Simon attempted to sooth you, nuzzling into your neck, his warm mask rubbing against sensitive skin. It left you shaking, your body not obeying your racing mind.

In the background you could hear Johnny and Kyle moving. Then John stepped into your view, blocking you off. His gaze searched for yours, eyes hard, focused. When you refused to meet his gaze he griped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Knew ya were a good girl, want to protect 'er, don't ya?" With little room you attempted to nod, you could feel your tears wetting your cheeks.

John rubbed them away slowly, smearing them with his tumb. "Then 'ow about a deal, little one?"

This time you were sure, these eyes were the one of a Predator.

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Mariik Dandel

Hello again! got a 'small' break because I got sick! Anyways, I'm here to tell you about this young troll right here whose name is Mariik Dandel! I hope you'll like him! (Also, there may be flaws in the drawing, because this one was a bit sped up to make)

Mariik Dandel is a friend of Alexor Wooder, Clyden Gravit & Mayaki Dandel, though I could say he doesn't even acknowledge it.

Mariik is a Cobalt-blooded troll, trolls with Cobalt blood are 5th place from the right side of the Hemospectrum, being middle & high blooded which he actually cares about.

Mariik is known to have a rough past of his own. Most say that he's just being grumpy or moody all the time, but they never experienced what happened when he was just a wiggler.

Somehow, somewhere, he was the 'lucky' grub to be picked by a very weird-looking wolf Lusus. But his Lusii is very social with others, so Mariik got to know another grub much faster than expected, which actually led to some unexpected events of not wanting to be apart for even a small period of time. That's how both Lusii, (his and his grub friend) decided that for the matter at hand it would be good to live together in one hive.

Mariik's grub friend was called Mayaki Dandel, so from that point, both shared the same last name.

But after sometime when both grew, their friendship turned into fear and hatred, Mayaki being much more different from Mariik, and a bit scared of Mariik himself, while Mariik has grown to hate Mayaki for quite a few things actually, for example: being too naive and friendly around others. At some point, both of them went their separate ways and never looked back, wanting to forget the once touching memories they had together.

When Mayaki and Mariik saw each other again with their own Lusus at their side, not intentionally but accidentally while going for a small walk, both Lusii and the young trolls had a fight with one another, and the winners were Mariik and his own Lusii while Mayaki and her Lusus were left alone bleeding and broken.

At some point in time, Mariik had an accident while leaving with his Lusus from their hive, no one knows what actually happened but Mariik and his Lusii were never seen again to this day, only leaving a trail of Cobalt colored blood behind in front of their hive.

Everything here and what I've written earlier can be worked on and changed! So if I find better and more interesting ideas for the stories I write for all of them, I'm going to announce or just change things that I saw or will see as unneeded or boring!

Thank you all for reading, have a nice day, and stay healthy! ♥

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Consequences Part 4

Concept: The sides are seven but still have some general knowledge and stuff from being 28. 

Consequences Part 1

Consequences Part 2

Consequences Part 3

Consequences Part 5

Consequences Part 6

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Warning: Anxiety attacks and general, self-doubt, I don’t think there are others

Thomas was overwhelmed and sitting on the floor in his room. While Thomas knew he had faced worse things like heartbreak and other very emotionally charged things, having the aspects of his personality stuck at the age of seven was beginning to take its toll. The anxiety about the monster in the closet was just the beginning of things that shouldn’t affect a twenty-eight-year-old. He had no idea how they were supposed to do a vlog tomorrow when everyone was still seven. It was like Thomas couldn’t see a light at the end of the tunnel. He wasn’t feeling very optimistic, at that point, Patton came in looking a little green.

All the negative thoughts were affecting Patton while he was the personification of Thomas’ morality he was also there to help support him in everything he did. Patton wasn’t feeling himself today, he was doubting, angry, scared, and maybe anxious. Virgil seemed to pick up on the father figure’s odd demeanor. He moved toward the moral side apprehensively. He could sense the emotions that were weighing down the embodiment of Thomas’ heart.  He looked across the room where Thomas was seated, he didn’t look well. He looked pale, exhausted, and on the brink of an anxiety attack. Virgil was curious how that would work since he was Thomas’ anxiety and he felt fine, a little afraid of the unknown and not being a grown-up that nothing substantial enough to cause an attack. Logan was coaching Thomas on breathing and attempting to reassure him.  Logan wasn’t too sure of the proper technique on consoling or comforting someone. He decided maybe some physical contact, Logan was obviously apprehensive of this new skill so he decided to sit crisscross in front of Thomas. The little logical side put his forehead against Thomas’, remembering something about grounding helping during a panic attack.  Logan still had the majority of his facts, words, and other concepts but it was like they were blurry and out of focus that he couldn’t quite access all of them.  

Anxiety shifted his focus from watching Thomas and Logan back to Morality. He had only taken his eyes off the Moral side for a minute at most and somehow it had gotten worse! Virgil went over and kneeled, upon further inspection, he realized that the Moral side now had darker eyeshadow than his own. Virgil wasn’t the best at comforting but he did know something about anxiety attacks and all the negative feelings that his father figure was experiencing. Virgil had an idea, he got up and walked to the door frame, “Roman get your ass up here!” The word “ass” got a slight grimace from the other three, they weren’t thrilled about cursing in the first place and it was only made worse by it being said by a seven-year-old. Roman began ascending the stairs but became a little nervous as he approached because he could feel all the negative energy waiting for him at the top of the steps. He wanted oh so very much to retreat but princes were brave and fearless, whatever was waiting for him at the top of the steps he deserved. He began to mentally prepare himself for the lecture or yelling that he thought would originally accompany this predicament. Once atop the stairs, he noticed that Virgil looked worried. Roman approached him slowly not wanting to make anyone angrier, “You called for a Prince?” Virgil rolled his eyes, not sure why Princey thought now would be an appropriate time to make a joke. Virgil grabbed the Prince gently by his arm to bring him to the unsettling scene in Thomas’ room. Roman paled at seeing Thomas in such a state, eventually, Virgil nudged the Prince to direct his attention to the Moral side. Roman looked like he was about to pass out upon seeing Patton in such a state. Princey quickly put on a brave face and approached him slowly. He sat in front of Patton and started to talk the Moral side through the breathing exercise Tayln had given Thomas.  Virgil took this time to get some information about their situation from Roman since everyone was in the room and could pay attention when needed. Virgil, “So why are we seven?” Roman, “Well I had gone on an adventure earlier in attempt to keep us all safe from the Dragonwitch. Then I had some things to take care of before I left the dreamscape.”  Virgil thought that it was sweet that Princey wanted to all of them but he would never say it out loud. Virgil retorted with, “Well she wouldn’t be able to come into the mind palace anyways so what was the point?” Roman was now sitting with Patton’s head in his lap which looked a little odd with both of them being tiny. Roman then stated, “That’s not the point! It is my job to protect all of you! I never thought she would get in the mind palace but since she was something in my side she became my problem.” He realized that he sounded a little defensive and blushed a little. Virgil wasn’t prepared for Princey to argue about this, “So then how did we get this way?” Roman thought and vaguely remembered something from right before being deaged, “Well I remember coming back through the portal to the mind palace.  Then I remember finding Pat in my bed sleeping, but by then he was already seven. I looked up from the bed and saw someone approaching me, he then said something about this being for his mother before throwing the potion on me.” Virgil thought this made sense, “So we are seven because you killed someone’s mother! You couldn’t have just set a trap, talked to her, or found magic to keep her away!” Virgil was becoming overwhelmed with this situation, he could remember everything from being an adult but it was like anything that wasn’t “appropriate” for his new age was fuzzy. Virgil remembered sleeping on the couch, he vaguely remembered someone placing a blanket on him, and then he woke up like this. Logan then spoke, “So how do we fix it, Princey?” Roman thought as he ran his fingers through the curled father figure’s hair, then he spoke, “I’m not sure but we have to fix it soon because Thomas nor Pat can take much more of this.” As Roman spoke he was looking at Thomas but then something caught his eye, he moved his head to look more directly at it. Virgil was becoming an adult again.

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Sonder: A Solangelo Story

Chapter 5

ch. 4 / ch. 6 Table of Contents

First thing Nico did when he woke was observed the dimly lit room, his tired eyes gazing over the familiar pictures, messy dresser, and water-damaged wallpaper. Once confirming that this was, in fact, his own run-down apartment bedroom, he slipped out of bed and prepared to dress for school. Honestly, that surfer looking teen from Kansas was lucky. He probably would still be asleep for another hour or two, maybe four depending on the time his school starts.

Fifteen minutes later, Nico was dressed in his typical baggy jeans and random rock band t- shirt, listening to the same band while walking towards his high school. A black haired, light skinned male was clearly teasing a blonde female, in a way that only couples would, while they walked. Nico removed an earbud once the male noticed him, though his content expression showed he was preoccupied with something pleasant for once.

"Annabeth, do you see this?! He's actually smiling, for the second day in a row. Do you think he's broken?" The male said, his sea-green eyes showing a mixture of bewilderment and pride.

"No, he's most likely found something in life that brings him joy, Seaweed Brain," She stated bluntly, ruffling the male's hair before snapping her fingers in front of Nico's face.

For the most part he hadn't really registered what the other's were saying, but definitely heard them talk. It was in that instant Nico truly understood what people meant when they said listening and understanding were two different concepts because he was totally listening but didn't understand a single word he heard.

"Huh? Were you talking to me?" He asked, his focus back on the two in front of him as his smile slowly faded. The pleasant thoughts having been brutally murdered by a bitch named reality.

"Yeah, Percy still thinks you're broken as you were smiling again."

"Yep! Your mind has finally shattered," he said, earning a slap to the back of the head from his girlfriend.

"Percy shut the fuck up. Anyways, I personally think you finally found someone who makes you happy" she said, giving a pouting Percy a gentle peck on the cheek as Nico quietly contemplated his response.

"Mostly, the idea of something. Like traveling to the world or seeing a life of a stranger through their shoes. Knowing that a simple person at a bus stop or in a train has just as complicated of a story as I do." He responded, the smile appearing again. "Knowing I only get to see a glimpse into their life."

"You mean sonder?" She said, smiling as they walked through the door.

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"What does that mean?" Will asked Piper, her brown hair in a waterfall styled braid, and blinked at the huge smile suddenly appearing on her face as they took their seats in the class.

"Sonder is the realization that everyone's lives, even people you see in cafes or walk past, have just as complicated of a life as yours. Full of hardships and complications you may never know about." She said, in all too eager tone. "I'm sorry, I just got really excited when you asked as it is my favorite word" Honestly, the word fit the feeling he had every time he thought of Nico. A random stranger he knew nothing about and suddenly he gets to experience part of his life. Only to discover it's full of things that shouldn't have taken place.

"No...no, it's perfectly fine, I'm grateful to have a word for this now," he said, grinning as widely as he could at her and giving off an optimistic appearance. It honestly wasn't hard, as everyone seems relieved he was himself. Travis and Connor talked about how shocked their mom was to be berated by Will in the middle of class. Which meant he immediately went to Mrs. Stoll and apologized repeatedly.

Then, Jason explained how he was getting detention for Will's behavior. Which then lead to another apology followed by a promise to leave him out of his punishments. The blonde didn't need his life effected by a third party he didn't know existed, honestly it was kinda creepy if he thought about it. With no explanation, he just suddenly becomes a stranger overnight then went back to his usual self. It was as if he were possessed, which wasn't all that inaccurate as his body was being controlled by a spirit independent of his own control.

"Well, that's good. It's an interesting feeling to describe isn't it?" She said, turning around to face the front as soon as the teacher walked in. Will had wanted to talk longer to Piper but decided it was best to wait as Mrs. Stoll had already viewed him in a poor light thanks to the New Yorker.

Honestly, Will wondered if the raven haired male was actually focusing in class or slacking off again. He wondered what expression the other made while studying, was it of intrigue or frustration? Probably boredom. Definitely, boredom if he cursed at a teacher for disrupting his sleep, though it wasn't Nico's fault that both of Mrs. Stoll's classes were dull. Even Will fell asleep on occasion as the classes got repetitive and disinteresting fast. For example, right now, He was quietly resting as Mrs. Stoll discussed human immigration.

Eventually, he woke to someone shaking his shoulder, an expression of confusion appeared on his face while gazing at darker skinned, curly haired girl with a gentle smile.

"Nico, you slept through class again. You're going to fail at this rate," Her voice was full of concern and love, allowing Will to determine that this was Nico's sister.

"....Hazel?" His voice was groggy and his eyes were struggling to stay open, a pout appearing on his face once the other girl started to laugh.

"How exhausted are you? Did you forget about me that quickly?" She responded while Will stumbled out of the chair, his eyes darting to the chalkboard. Huh? Someone put the wrong date.

~

Welp, Nico was pissed. First off, he hadn't been expecting to wake up to someone smacking the back of his head -a curly-haired, caramel skinned male had done it- and immediately shot up straight in his seat. Secondly, he was confused as to why he was in a history class instead of his math class. Finally, the cocky male who had woken him was laughing like a maniac to the point that Nico just glared at him.

"Woah, Will? Jez, you don't have to look at me like that. It's not like I killed your sister or something," He said and immediately, Nico was struggling not to strangle the male. It looked almost like he might cry if he didn't hit the other. Why? Why that example out of all them?! He could've said pet, brother or even parents. In one swift motion, Nico stood up and pulled the shorter male out of his seat before shoving him against the wall.

"Do NOT joke like that again or else I WILL beat you into a bloody pulp," He threatened before dropping the other on the ground, glancing between the teacher and students. Shit.

Welp, Nico was outside the principal's office thanks to the incident that occurred with Leo Valdez, he learned his name after what happened, and seemed clearly pissed that he couldn't properly explain why he did it. Who would believe him if he said that it was because he mentioned a sister dying? Nobody knew that it was still a sensitive topic for him. Well, nobody knew it was him. They saw Will, acting out in anger for no reason, and not Nico Di Angelo, the 15-year-old still stuck in the past. 

"Will Solace?" Welp, hopefully, he doesn't get Will suspended.

~

"X equals 45, you have to divide both sides by 2 after subtracting the 18" Will answered immediately, causing the rest of Nico's classmates to stare. He was guessing some of their thoughts at the moment:

"That quiet kid is so short."

Something like that. Besides, he wanted to give Nico a positive image beside the quiet kid who lost his sister. Based on his homework and the response from the teacher, Nico was very intelligent but none of his classmates knew due to him quietly sitting in the back. Some must've thought he was slacking because he sleeps in class, but he actually tries his best to pass and that made Will smile a bit. 

"Good job, Di Angelo. Would anyone else like to answer the next question?" That made Will grin a bit wider, this is good for Nico. Maybe, if he slowly builds up the male's reputation, He'll have more friends than just the group he sits with. Or at least be a bit respected by other members of his class.