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Pacifist would be the hardest route in Underfell.  Frisk is trying so hard to befriend these horrible monsters ;;

2 be continue?

vine

And the “party” begins..  (¬‿¬ ) (¬‿¬ )

lbr tho james sirius potter is probably such a little shit

he knows how much mcgonagall is dreading him coming to hogwarts

he knows

so he acts angelic for the first couple of months, and everyone is so confused and mcgonagall is tearing her hair out (in the most dignified way ofc) 

and she’s writing letters to harry and ginny like why HASNT YOUR SON ATTEMPTED TO BURN DOWN THE CASTLE YET

((and ginny is horrified when she reads these letters bc shes honestly v disappointed she had expected so much more from her child like what))

but then mcgonagall gives herself a good talking to and calms herself down like goddamn minerva you are a teacher you fought in the war you aint afraid of no freakin 11 year old

and she spends the rest of the week v satisfied with herself and is beginning to believe that maybe, just maybe he’s not that much of a troublemaker

until one day she runs into him in a hallway

and he winks at her 

and then STRUTS away

and that was the day minerva mcgonagall turned in her resignation 

A second chance

{ Closed with @caladcyll }

“Please, tell me un- uncle to take my journals with him wh- when he sails. There are for my parents”

“I’ll see your qu- Queen. I’ll tell her ev- everything. How beautiful Legolas i- is and how sweet and g- good kind you are. I will tell her, Thr.. Thran.. Thranduil…” 

Darkness.
Cold and silence. But mostly darkness. 

“Not impressive” Elydir spoke, but felt a warm wave hit her, before light came to her eyes again. As if the dawn came fast, the knight looked around. Dark stone floors and walls, with many columns and a throne, dressed in a dark, thin veil. A figure came and sat on it. Tall, taller than anyone she had ever met. Hooded and with dark blue and purple robes, with dark and silver decorations. Instinctively, she bowed to her one knee.

“I suppose your opinion about my halls changed” the voice spoke loudly and clear, yet with unnatural calmness. She raised her gaze, not directly to the eyes that looked at her. “Rise, Elydir, daughter of Aegon. You are in my halls and I am the master of the souls” Mandos introduced himself. With a wave of his hand, a shadow took a form of a table, which had a white and a black cloth, folded carefully. 

“Black symbolized not only end and darkness but also a new beginning. For we begin to see when the darkness fades. And so will you, should you choose that. You will rise as a human, whole and new. You will be send to the lands of Middle Earth where a life of a Man will follow” he spoke and she took a few steps in front of the table.
“White is a new start, indeed, but also purity. You will remain here, with the blessed but reborn. Your memories will fade. As a child, you will grow and prosper and as an elf you shall walk on this land, complete. You are to choose”

Ely thought of this, but her thoughts made the choice before she had to analyze it. Here, her parents and uncle and her whole family would have the change to raise her from the beginning. A new life, without the mistakes, the pain, the loveliness. And… Even if she did not remember him, she could see Mairon. Doesn’t she deserved to be happy, to be loved? Doesn’t she deserve to ‘retire’?
She took the white cloth and offered it to the lord, bowing. Mandos took it and nodded. “Very well. You are to die, Elydir of Mirkwood. And rise as Elydir of Valinor”

With those last words, her vision faded, her thoughts stopped. She… died.