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Take up a false identity and immerse yourself into the Bloodborne academia experience. But…try to get along.

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OKAY BUT LIKE, now I need an entire MONTAGE of Magnus jumping out at people and saying his own name. Do you think Lup punched him in the face the first time he did that to her at close proximity. There’s gotta be at least ONCE when he tried to scare Taako while cooking and Taako threw an entire pot of boiling water in his direction before realizing what was happening. Lucretia drops her notebooks every time and gives him A Look and he sheepishly helps her pick them up. He swam up to Barry during a swimming lesson once and it took three hours to get Barry back into the water because “no Barry it wasn’t a shark it was just Magnus being an idiot and oh look is that Lup over there watching us yeah that’s what I thought.” Davenport tries to sneak farther away but Magnus finds him every time which is both reassuring and terrifying. Merle puked on Magnus once and now he doesn’t get “trained” as often.

How often do you think they try to scare him back.

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Those Four Words

Summary: “You absolute fucking prick.”

Word count: 1.6k

Rating: Teen+

Warnings: Swearing (guess it’s a little late for that though whoops I’ll just put that in the tags), food mention

A/N: Inspired by a debate between @botanistlester@insanityplaysfics, and some anons on Phanfiction Catalogue about whether Dan or Phil would propose. I, um, might have been one of those anons btw (*cough* #TeamEliza *cough*). I hope this serves as an acceptable compromise.

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“Hey.”

Dan doesn’t bother to look away from the episode of Steven Universe they’re watching, acknowledging his boyfriend only with a noncommittal sound somewhere between a hum and a grunt. Phil’s using his ‘idea’ voice, and as it’s barely past ten in the morning and Dan was up pacing the lounge until nearly five, he has neither the energy nor the mental capacity to pay attention to anything more complicated than cartoons right now. He pops another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and hopes whatever Phil has to say is brief.

(He gets his wish).

“Marry me?” Phil says in the exact same tone he used last week when he suggested that they go miniature golfing in the middle of a typical London downpour.

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