homo sapiens of an age value smaller than mine, and therefore younger than myself. you shall cease causing me emotional pain, usually metaphorically described as causing physical harm to the organ in my circulatory system which sends blood cells and oxygen through my body, known as the "heart."
oh my god why is Michael such a horrible trash compactor of terrible decisions and negative feelings?? UGH! MICHAEL EVERYTHING IS YOUR FAULT
I drew this comic literally years ago except for ONE panel of Michael, and never bothered to finish it until now, lol. The work is kind of stale by my current standards now, but I love??? Pablo Neruda?????? his poetry is the most cutting??? If you aren’t familiar with his work and enjoy feeling every horrible and glorious feeling, look that dude up! This shining endorsement for this amazing master poet is commin at you from a sourpuss cave troll who Doesn’t Even Like Poetry, so, take that as you will.
PS: hello GTAV fandom it is me, Julia, still alive and well! Soon I’ll be launching into a brand new printed north yankton zine project (!!!) and so! Digging up this little old moody oneshot again seemed timely.
Round 2 Guys. And maybe the last of this kind. So, after the Stans travelled through Canada, Iceland and Sweden, I would kinda image that maybe…Ford wanted to see the old man’s grave. So back to New Jersey, the Mystery Twins investigated about the famous Jersey Devil. (the thing was a anger-issue fellow and Ford lost his favorite gun in the process). After so many feelings they go to Mexico, in time for Dia de los Muertos celebration. There they encountered La Llorona (thanks @yemiprotector for the infos and the idea <3 )
And then, after a royal hangover, they go back to adventure and met a Selkie (the design is greatly inspired by @fluffy-raccoon awesome Selkie)
I honestly haven’t think about it. Maybe…I dunno…I’ll do a comics about it-
And then…i drew pages. Again. Of course.
So again, thank you all for the reblogs, the awesome tags (which entertained me more than I could have imagined.) and the love. This fandom is awesome. You are awesome. Love, e.
EDIT: omg…I made typos…so many typos…Why oh god why
oh my god those 'smol yuuris uwu!!!' make me so fucking sick why do you think it's ok to draw people wearing that shit yuuris a guy you can't dress him like that fuck right off nobody likes your shitty art anyway
Summary: Sirius completely ignores your entire existence and when he notices you alone in your train car, after 6 years, he finally starts talking to you. But doesn’t know who you are until after you tell him. Sirius had apologized but messed up, after being forced together you find he’s not that bad a person, then you found you had feelings for him. This chapter you figure out some interesting things about the group.
Eventually, the project Sirius and I started, got finished but the more we worked together the more and more I started to notices the little things.
Like how he’d widen his eyes when he figures something out, and how he’d put on a little victory dance when he completes something correctly. He’d also hum a little tune under his breath as he worked, panted like a dog if he got tired or thirsty. How adorable he’d look at me when he’d subtly ask for a break with his eyes.
This isn’t okay. I can’t fall for him, not like every other woman in this school. I’m different, I’m not like them. I can’t be. I won’t be.
But it’s already too late, I’ve started falling.
Once the thing was finished, I sent an owl for Hagrid to inform him that the project was done. Then Sirius and I hung out in the common rooms for the rest of the break. Doing little things to pass the time till school resumed and his friends got back, reading, talking about the books, talking about school, talking about home, and just plain talking.
His friends got back and school resumed like usual, but something between us changed. Little things I probably wouldn’t have noticed if I didn’t hang out with him over the break. Like, He’d sit a little closer at lunch and supper, He’d make sure to be the last one to tell me good night. He’d volunteer to help with notes and homework, He would seek me out if he needed something instead of asking his friends.
It was strange, so I just pegged it off as he feeling a bit more trusting of me.
I had no reason NOT to believe that.
School kept on going, as well as the marauder’s disappearances at the end of the month.
It wasn’t until we got on the topic in class that I had an inkling about the adventures they’ve been going on in that span of time.
They’re gone again, I’ve tracked down the time of their return, and estimated that they’d be back tonight.
The familiar murmurs coming from the portrait hole told me my estimation was correct.
Finally, I’m going to encounter them about this, and give them a piece of my mind… I think I had some sort of idea in my 3rd year but never followed up with an investigation. I didn’t really care. Then I guess I just forgot.
The portrait swings open and I spring up from the couch, the notes already filled out individually for each. I took a step forward and came face to face with the leading male.
“_-_____.. What are you doing here?” Sirius asked, but it doesn’t matter, I’ve figured it out. I’ve figured out why Remus is always sweaty and shaky at the end of the month.
Why haven’t I noticed before?
I’m such an idiot.
“I know.” My voice hardens I look at them, all of them were gasping and gaping like fish out of water.
“W-well You see..”
“Don’t. I already put the pieces together. Lying to me will just hurt my feelings more.”
“You don’t understand-“
“No! I understand perfectly.” I paused, my features softening, causing a bit of surprise to shift through theirs. “And I’m proud of you.”
“W…. What.” James takes a step forward, confusion and hesitation being his fuel. “What do you think is happening? Just to clarify.”
“Wow, beefing up your vocab. Nice.” I joke before looking at Remus, No malice held in my eyes, only a kind and caring look glimmering. “You’re a werewolf. Aren’t you.”
He closed his eyes, tensed up then nodded. He seemed to be waiting for something.
His eyes snap open and he looks at me, his mouth agape. He looked for pity but all he got was understanding.
“It’s hard, isn’t it. Waiting to see if your friends will abandon you like everyone else has, once they realize the real you, they’d leave you like everyone else. That’s it isn’t it?”
I took a step forward and wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. After a second I feel his arms wrap around my waist.
“…It gets better.” He whispers in my ear, low enough the others couldn’t hear but just enough for me.
I take a step back, holding him by his shoulders an arm’s length away. Giving his shoulder a slight squeeze before moving further away, my arms dropping to my sides.
When I turned to go upstairs, Sirius was glaring daggers at Remus. As I made my way upstairs, a voice stopped me.
“W-wait!” I turn, it’s James. “What are you going to do now?”
“Well… It’s pretty late, and I have a makeup test tomorrow, bombed the last one. So… Sleep.”
One of the boys snorted out a laugh.
“No… I meant.. about. Y’know.”
I do know. But he doesn’t know I know.
“Well…” He gestures to Remus as if it solves everything. “You know…!”
I stare blankly at him.
“Ugh! … About Remus’s…” He creeps closer and whispered. “Furry little problem.”
Okay, I wasn’t expecting that. I barked out a laugh.
“You sound like an 11-year-old talking about cooties.” I finish off my giggles. “I’ll help, in any way I can.”
“Wha, uh… well…”
Like with the first week I found them at 2 am. They watched me carefully. Except for Sirius, he continued to associate with me, to lunch and breakfast and also to class. But after a couple days of not doing anything. They approached me over the weekend at Hogsmeade about the subject.
James was in the lead. We 5 were in a private room rented by one of them, a café here at Hogsmead. I was originally reading in a corner booth with a cup of my favorite drink when Sirius showed up with a grin and practically dragged me to this dimly lit room.
“Okay, so we’re taking quite the leap of faith with you here,” James stated the moment I entered the door. They stood around each other as if they were a council and I was on trial.
I bit back my tongue and waited for him to finish. “So… we- hmm..” James tries to start, he looks around then whipped out his wand, pointed it at the door to his right and cast a muffler spell so no one would accidentally/purposely listen in.
He paused for a second after putting his wand away then leaned in. And with an excited whisper, blurted.
I blinked blankly waiting for the sudden exciting reveal. But after a bit I realized.
“Oh!… That’s it?”
Remus stepped forward.
“I don’t believe you understand. They’re illegally animigus’” It dawns on me.
“Oh… My… God.”
Sirius grins smugly then places an elbow on my shoulder leaning on me slightly.
“Yu-up.” He drew out the U and popped the P.
I tried to shrug him off but failed and continued my conversation with James.
James sputtered. “Why? WhY?! Did you just ask why.”
“W-well we… Okay fine. So when Moony here” He pats Remus’ arm. “Turns all wolfy, he doesn’t exactly like humans. But when we are in our animagus form. All is good.”
Remus sighs. and runs a hand down his face at James’ explanation. with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand he asked. “You understand now?”
I hesitate before nodding. In a weird way, I do.
Sirius, who was leaning so low, spoke practically in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I bite back a blush.
“And you can too. We know how.”
I abruptly shake my head. “I can’t.”
Sirius takes a step back. His arm still laying on my shoulder but none of his weight was behind it.
“Why not?” He sounded… hurt? Or maybe disappointed. I couldn’t see his face so I couldn’t tell.
“Animagus take shape after their patronus. Yes?” After a series of unsure nods, I continued. “My patronus Is a /salmon/.” I ended with a taste of bitter in the words.
“A…” James started.
“… Salmon?” Peter ended.
Remus scratched his chin and looked at the ground then back to me then his eyes flickered to the man on my shoulder, who let out a hot breath that brushed against my cheek causing my face to heat up. A knowing grin spread across Remus’.
“Alright.” He spread his arm across the room. “Cast a Patronus.”
I stare at him blankly before pulling out my wand and lifting it into the air, but the moment the spell was on my lips, a loud commotion came from outside the door.
We looked at each other in confusion. Simultaneously we left the private room, students and classmates passed us, making their way out of the shop with similarly confused faces. I looked at them, then to my friends and put my wand away into my cloak. While following the people silently. Was this some sort of drill?
“Head students and Prefects, please gather your housemates and return to the castle immediately.” Dumbledore voice seemed to echo throughout the air around us.
Remus tried to usher us out of the building and back to the school but a crowd of people ran the opposite direction. Curious, the mauraders and I followed. Despite Remus’ silent but not so silent disagreements. The further along we got, the louder and various gasps were sounded. The sky above us darkened exponentially. People and students in front of me all had their heads tilted to the sky looking at what was causing the sudden darkness. With a soft movement, I looked to the sky as well. From the distance, I couldn’t tell but it looked as if something was blocking the sun, causing it to go as dark as night. For a second, I thought it was a spell of some sort. Then it moved, it was getting closer.
Eventually close enough for me to see what it was.
A very large group of dementors.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only person who noticed, frightened people all around me started shoving their way past, trying to be the first to get to the protection of the castle. To Dumbledore.
Others stared at them in confusion, wondering why they weren’t at Azkaban.
Whatever the answer, It couldn’t be good.
I turn towards the castle then almost called for Sirius, but saw no sign of him nor the other Mauraders. I swivel around on the ball of my right foot trying to see if they just weren’t in my line of sight.
No such luck.
With wobbly legs and a heavy heart, I started off towards the edge of Hogsmeade and into the forest on the other side.
It only got darker.
The only source of light came from the edges of the sky that the dementors couldn’t block.
I used that to help me find my way through. But I somehow found myself off the path. I must have taken a wrong turn, I’ll just turn around and find it.
But once I turned around, I felt something crawl down the skin of my back. Although the season is warming up. The air got abruptly colder, soon in a matter of seconds, I was shivering hard. I would let out a breath and see it hang in the air. The sky was the darkest it could have been. The soon to be blooming trees wilted and quickly frosted over.
I’ve read all of these symptoms before.
I know what’s going on.
Instantaneously, my wand was in my hand, the spell on my lips. I turned, aimed and shouted.
But my shout was cut short.
The dementor had me stilled. It swept forward. The chills caused dark spots form on the edges of my eyes. Dark thoughts kept popping up.
“They don’t want you.” It was my voice, echoing in my mind.
“They only hang out with you because you take notes for them.” It grew darker.
“They can’t have you telling everyone about his ‘furry little secret’”
“You’re useless. You’re a freak. They think you’re a freak. They left you. They hate you. They could never accept you. He doesn’t love you. He could never love you.”
A breath escaped me.
“Why have you, when someone better will come along and actually GIVE him what he WANTS.”
“He ABANDONED you.”
I shake my head and raised my wand again. I tried my hardest to think or feel something. Other than this.
And once again said the spell.
“expect patronum.” But nothing happened. So I tried again.
“Expecto-“ a deep breath, my wand drops from exhaustion and apathy “Patronum.”
Nothing. A little flicker at the of my wand but nothing. I took a step backward and said it again.
“Expecto Pat-“ I tripped over something.
‘This is it.’ I thought. ‘This is how I die.’
“Just Die Already.” My voice again.
The dementor swept down again and I closed my eyes. Accepting my fate.
That wasn’t me.
My eyes fly open and I take a look towards the source of the voice.
It was Sirius. His wand glowed and a dog leaped out of the tip then ran at the dementor, flashes of a bright white light pulsated. The dementor fled backward. I tried to get a look at his face but my vision blurred and collapsed on the ground.
Remus popped out of nowhere from behind Sirius. Then James and finally Peter.
Remus ran over to me and propped me to a sitting position. I numbly looked at him then at the others.
Then Sirius appeared in front of me. Worry etched onto his features, he practically ripped me away from Remus. Then softly checked me for any visible signs of injury. But after a few cuts and bruises, he looked at me straight in the eyes. I could see his gray-blue eyes shine with worry along with something else I couldn’t determine what.
His lips moved, but I didn’t hear anything.
I just looked at him then to the others before a smile broke over my face and an overwhelming swell of happiness surged in my chest.
I have friends, ones that aren’t going to abandon me.
“You came back.” My voice was soft but full of surprise.
Sirius spoke first. “We were practically at the castle. When we noticed you weren’t with us.”
Remus spoke next. “So we turned around in search of you.”
And James. “Then we saw a Dementor leave the pack and go towards the forest.”
Finally Peter. “then we heard you scream.”
Remus continued after peter. “Then Sirius booked it as fast as he could to the forest basically tearing the entire place apart till he found you.”
Sirius’ face lit up, he let out a nervous chuckle and tried to defend himself. “I had to make sure you were okay.”
I don’t understand why he got embarrassed. Nor did I have time to think about it.
I gave them a smile, then looked at Sirius. “Thanks, guys.”
We all smiled at each other, but a stinging feeling in the back of my eyes brought me back to reality, the cold hasn’t left just yet.
The dementor was back, he swept towards Sirius’ turned back, Sirius let out a shout in shock and pain. My wand was in my hand within seconds. I grasped the feeling of happiness I feel with them around and shouted.
I was surprised, and it wasn’t at the fact that the spell had actually worked. No, I’m surprised at the fact that it isn’t a fish.
It’s a dog.
A dog, the same size as a short wolf, sprouted out of the tip of my wand. At first, I thought it was a mistake, that I took Sirius’ wand and just cast his Patronus. But that can’t be right. That’s not how magic works.
Then I thought someone else cast it.
But no, the words came out of my mouth and the spell out of my wand.
The dog pranced around, glowing like Sirius’ did earlier. The dementor fully gave up and flew back up into the dark mass of dementors, leaving now. Apparently had gotten what they came for.
I still stared at the dog, even after it disappeared.
Remus spoke first, his voice muffled due to my state of confusion.
“… That doesn’t look like a fish.”
“Y’know, it kind of looks like Padfoot,” James stated.
With a knowing smirk similar to the one he had in the room at Hogsmeade, Remus slyly observed.
“You’re right Prongs. It does.”
Remus’ tone of voice and the comparison of my Patronus to his Animagus form made Sirius’ face light up bright red. His ears seemingly on fire as well.
What I didn’t understand, was why?
Peter was the one to ask the question.
“Why is it a dog? She said it was a fish.”
Remus jumped at the opportunity and spoke like a professor. “You see dear Peter. Your patronus may change when your personality changes vastly or-” He waves to Sirius and I. “-when you have fallen in love.”
Peter rubbed his chin slightly, in thought.
“So… _____’s personality changed?” He looked at me, my face grows hotter by the second. “well her face certainly has. Wow.”
James gave Peter an unamused look. Like ‘really.’
I avoid eye contact with anyone, looking at the ground, to the trees, to the mound of retreating dementors in the sky. I finally look at someone when the feeling of someone’s stare was burning a hole in my head.
It was Sirius.
His own cheeks were extremely red as well. His eyebrows flew up when I looked at him straight in the eyes. I chewed the inside of my cheek, opening my mouth to speak, which seemed appropriate for that moment. But he also had the same idea.
“w-c-o-an-uld- you- Oh!” we spoke at the same time, our words mixing together into an incomprehensible jumble.
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.
“N-No I uh… You go first.”
“Nah, didn’t really have anything to say. You go first.”
“Well um…” He takes a deep breath before continuing. The forest was strangely silent. “Do you maybe… want to go out sometime? Like on a date or something? I mean I know that I forgot your name in the beginning well not really cus I know who you are I just didn’t recognize you and I just didn’t realize that it was you cus well, you’re much different now and that’s fine cus you look really nice, like ‘hello!’ And I was smitten with you since the first day and I’m really sorry about that and I hope you can forgive me and-“
“Sirius” I had to interrupt his rambling before we stood here for too much longer. He blushes a deeper color and chuckles shakily. I smiled at him before answering and ending this. Finally forgiving him. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
‘Hey, Sirius. I’ve been keeping an eye on your godson. He’s turning eleven soon. I hope they actually let my letter through into Azkaban this time. Miss you ~______’
The way you draw Seabury makes me so happy omg pls never ever stop drawing your art is perfect and flawless - An asexual who doesn't really understand why she enjoys this porn blog so much (probably because the art is phenomenal)
OMMHGDGGS AAAAAHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! oh my god this is so sweet THANK YOU!!! im glad you enjoy how i draw seabury even if hes constantly involved in nsfw works im crying
HERE i drew him seriously and not getting destroyed for once!!
I stumbled, tripped and almost fell over the tree trunkmy best friend Newt sat at, and tried to preventa fall by quickly grabbing the collar of his shirt.
This caught him by surprise and he lost his balance, falling back down on the ground behind the baunstamm, pulling me with him.
He groaned due tothe impact of the fall, and i landed on top of him, giggling.
Usually i would have been quite embarressed by our situation, but due to the alcohol that clouded my mind, i couldn’t quite comprehendwhere exactly i was laying in this moment.
I rolled myself from on top of Newt back the ground, laying with outstreched arms, staring in the dark blue sky. As usual no stars were to be seen, only the moon.
Newt stood up slowly, dusting his pants off and then extended his right hand to help me up.
I ignored his hand and instead smiled dreamily at him. “You have pretty hair”, i mumbled, more to myself.
I sat up and raised my voice slightly.
“I said, you have pretty hair. I like it.”
Newt unconsiously runned his hand trough his hair and i could see a blush creeping up his neck, but then he shook his head.
“Y/N, you’re drunk and have no idea what you’re saying.”
“Maybe”, i yawned and closed my eyes, “i’m just gonna sleep now.”
I sat next to her sleeping peacefully, softly snoring and her hair sprawled out on the ground. She smiled in her sleep and looked like a beautiful angel.
One strand of her hair laid across her face, and i streched out me hand in an attempt to carefully put it away from her face.
Suddenly someone jumped over the trunkand dropped down next to me, causing me to quickly pull my hand back.
“Is she sleeping? And why are you still just staring at her like a creep? Man up and ask her out!”
I suppressed a irritated groan. Minho.
“Bloody hell, be quiet! You’ll wake her up. And no, i’m not staring like a ‘creep’ and no, i’m also not gonna ‘man up and ask her out’. I already know her answer”, i hissed, careful not to be too loud. It would be a disaster if she’d wake up and hear the conversation.
“Alright, alright.Just get her in her room somehow, i’m sure she doesn’t want to sleep alone outside”
After Minho left again ipicked her up, careful not to wake her, one arm under her kneesthe other around her shoulders, her head resting on my chest.
I walked over the glade with her, followed by someone whistling, probably Minho.
This kid was a pain in the ass.
I carried her upstairs, kicked the door open with my foot and then gingerlylaid her down on her bed.
Smiling down at her, i sat on the edge of the thin matrass and finally brushed that one persistent strand of hair that always stuck out, behind her ear.
Y/N let out a content hum in her sleep, turned her face slightly towards my hand and smiled.
“I wonder who you are dreaming about, love.” I stared down at my hands, sighing.
“You know, i wished… it was me, but i know that won’t - that won’t happen, right? I guess you like Tommy, do you? But i - i like you more. Maybe even love you. And you’ll probably never know, because i certainly won’t tell you. So i’ll just - just forget you, i guess.”
I stood up, slowly, and before i snuckover to the door, i bent down to her and pressed a featherlight kiss on her soft lips, the only kiss i would ever get to give her.
Our lips had barely even touched, but it had sent electricity through my whole body, and i had to holdmyself from giving her another kiss.
Quickly i backed away, but before i could get out of the room, her eyes fluttered open and she yawned, sitting up.
She rubbed her eyes. “Did you - did you just kiss me?”
I drew in a sharp breath. “Oh god, Y/N, i’m so bloody sorry! I never meant - i never wanted-” i stumbled over the words, my cheeks burning in embarrassment, “it’s ok if you hate me now, i should’ve never done this, i’m -”
“Did you mean it?”
I stopped my rambling, looking at her. Y/N sat on the bed, with her hair tousled. She looked absolutely breathtaking.
“Did you mean it?”, she repeated.
“Mean what?” i replied, nervous and confused. Why didn’t she just throw me out of the room?
“The kiss. And what you said … before.”
“You heard this?”
She didn’t answer, just smiled.
I suddenly thought of all the times Minho and Thomas had tried to encourage me to confess my feelings saying things like 'just man up and ask her out, you shank,’ and 'the worst she can say is no’, and i pulled myself together.
“I meant… every single word.”
Her smile got wider und she got up, stepping over to me.
I stared , transfixed by her, unable to move a single muscle in my body.
“That’s good, because otherwise i would be about to do something very, very stupid”, she mumbled, barely audible.
She cupped my face with her hands and brushed her lips lightly over mine. “I like you too. Maybe even love you”, she whispered against my lips, before i grabbed her at her waist, pulling her closer, kissing her with all the feelings i hid for so long .
Summary: The reader just returned from a long trip abroad, only to discover her best friend, Peggy Carter, is engaged to none other than her heartbreakingly beautiful ex-boyfriend, Bucky Barnes. (Modern au!)
Your shoes clicked against the pavement as you quickly walked to brunch. You were seeing your best friend, Peggy, for the first time in over a year, and you couldn’t seem to walk fast enough.
Approaching the cafe, you slowed down, feeling your stomach tingle with anticipation. You smoothed your shirt and walked inside. The cafe was full of laughter and clinking glasses. You saw Peggy standing in the corner, anxiously scanning the room. When she saw you walk in, her face lit up as she ran over.
“(Y/n)!” she squealed as she threw her arms around you. You inhaled her familiar, flowery scent and returned her hug, the warmth of seeing your best friend spreading to every extremity in you body.
“I missed you,” you said as you separated, pushing a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Peggy smiled, twirling her dark hair around her index finger.
“Well you’re the one who decided to travel all over the world to God-knows-where,” she said, bumping your shoulder playfully. You rolled your eyes, a small smile spreading across your lips. “Why did you end up leaving, anyway?”
This idea crossed my mind long long time ago. And this is the picture from Goth. He made this for Palette and it is mentioned in the following story. I don’t think I’ll write more fanfics, so enjoy.
This story is made for you, dear Nekophy-Senpai. Hope you like it.
WARNING: the fanfic contains bad English.
It was already evening and I sat at the bottom in front of the forest. The orange light of the sun faded behind the forest, but I didn’t really noticed that. I just thought about Palette. We met every day at the same time in front of the forest, but he didn’t come for 4 days. That was not like him at all and I really started to worry about him.
Okay okay. I know I could visit him just to look that everything is okay. But I wasn’t in a good mood to do it.
And so I sat there and after a few minutes, I stood up. I still don’t know why, I just did it. Someone stood behind me, I could feel it. I turned around but nobody was there.
“Just visit him already. Your thoughts are really annoying!” That voice was right, I said to myself.
So I went to Palette. It was a small but beautiful house with a lot of trees in the garden. The walls were full of ink.
I went to the door, knocked and waited a few minutes before Mr. Dream opened it. He was surprised as he saw me. “Oh! Hello Goth. I didn’t expect visitors today. But I am glad that your here. I think Palette would be happy to see you. Ehm…you are here to visit him, right?” “Hm? Of course. I didn’t see him in a while. What happened?”, I said. I didn’t really listen to him and looked more around. Everywhere were pictures and photos. Some with a baby Palette, the whole family or just Dream and Ink. Some were only things Palette or Ink drew. All in all, it was comfortable, but very small.
Now Dream and I stood in front of Palette’s room. The door was closed and I heard Palette talking to Ink. “I’m fine. Really, you worry too much dad!”, Palette said. “Ugh… why won’t you understand. You have a terrible flu and it won’t get better if you just go out to visit your friend. What was his name? Greg…? Gray…? I don’t care.”, Ink responded. And then Dream came in.
“Palette!” I was shocked when I saw him. His eyes were dully and under his eyes…
NO! I don’t want to think about this again, it makes me cry.
Well, tears came in my eyes. “G…. Goth…!” His voice sounded broken and he tried to stand up, but he couldn’t and fell.
Seeing him suffer made me sad and it felt like a nightmare became true. I told myself to wake up just to realise that it was all real. And as I realised this I wanted to run away. To forget what I saw: a sick Palette. But I didn’t run away and I didn’t even move. I just stood there until Palette said:“ Can you please leave me with Goth alone?” Ink, of course, wasn’t happy about it, but both went outside the room and then Dream closed the door.
A few minutes of silence followed until Palette broke it. “So, this is my room. It is not as great as yours, but…*sigh* Come on. Laugh if you want.” “ Laugh at what?”, I asked. I haven’t looked around, but after he mentioned it, I looked around. He was right. His room was really small, but also colourful, with a lot of pictures and , oh god, a picture I drew for him once. How could I know that he will take it? I mean, I was there for the first time. “Cause my room is so small.”, Palette answered me.“Why should I laugh?! Your room is way greater than my room, even though it is small. But it doesn’t have to be big.” “Mhm…"He closed his eyes.
The silence came back and after ten minutes, Palette fell asleep. I left his room, said goodbye to his parents and left the house.
I visited him every day and every day he felt better. We talked a lot, laughed a lot and read books together. It was so much fun and my feelings for him grew every minute, but I didn’t tell him that. That could ruin our friendship I guess.
After one week I wanted to bring him cookies mom made for him because he didn’t want to eat soup anymore. Well, he ate it every day. I ran to his house and met Dream with a big bag. That surprised me and I asked what happened. Dream told me that Palette's feaver got worse and that he didn’t wake up this morning and that Ink brought him to hospital. Oh god, I was so shocked and asked Dream of I can go with him. He luckily agreed.
After twenty minutes we arrived the hospital. I didn’t know the room so I followed Dream.
Ink stood in front of a closed door. The room, where Palette was.“Dream he…Oh, Goth!” Ink sounded angry. That scarred me a little because it was the first time I saw him in this mood. “What do you want here?!"He asked. "W… well, I wanted to bring Palette some cookies and-” “ Did I say that I need your help?” Ink interrupted me and took the cookies. “He didn’t wake up and I think you’re the reason why his flu got more worse. Go! And don’t visit him until he feels better!” Tears started running down my cheeks. I turned around, left the hospital and ran away. Why? Why? WHY? I asked myself over and over, but I didn’t get an answer.
It was almost two weeks ago that I saw Palette and I started worrying, again. I asked myself if he died, but I shaked my head to throw that thought away. Thinking the wort won’t help, I knew that, so I stopped thinking.
Someone was behind me and covered my eyes. It could be everyone, I mean I was in front of the forest. I turned around and saw a smiling Palette. “Hehe! Hey Goth!” He laughed. “Palette!” I almost screamed of happiness. “ Don’t do that ever again! I was worried about you!” “ Sorry Gothy! I won’t do it again, I swear. You know why?” “I guess not” I answered. “Cause we’re best friends” He said with a happy voice. The words ‘best friends’ still hurts, but I didn’t care about it in this moment. I was just happy that he was alright, alive and happy!
“You’re right, Palette, you’re right!”