Honestly, Prince and Anxiety found it all particularly… Disturbing.
After all the time spent together, it was obvious that something would develop. After all, Logic and Morality were opposites and opposites always attracted. Besides, they were always together, arguing, making Thomas’ life a living hell together, and honestly neither Prince or Anxiety could say there was anything more romantic than that.
And when Logic and Morality decided to stop the bickering and the running around in circles, it came to no one’s surprise that wonderful relationship that worked far better than anyone could even imagine.
And still, Prince and Anxiety couldn’t say they were fully comfortable with what was going on. After all, while Morality was the closest they had for a dad, Logic also made a very strict father, so watching the two together was like watching parents being lovely to each other.
And no child found that any type of amusing.
So whenever they kissed in front of the other two, Prince and Anxiety did not hesitate and let out a grossed out sound and look away. Or when Morality gave Logic flowers (plastic ones, because he was allergic), Prince and Anxiety just groaned out of annoyance.
And the two meant no harm, but slowly they noticed that Logic’s and Morality’s contacts had been stopping and they were confused, suddenly feeling very guilty for acting like that.
So one day, when they knew both were home and together, they decided to apologise. They headed to Logic’s bedroom, knowing the two would be there, and slowly opened the door, trying not to scare anyone inside.
The TV was on, so the other two did not hear the door opening, but thy were surely too lost in their own little world to notice anyway. Morality was sitting in Logic’s lap, face nuzzled against the teacher’s neck, leaving soft kisses there as the teacher caressed the father’s hair with his fingers and wrote down a few notes with his free hand.
They looked incredibly lovely like that, so both Anxiety and Prince moved away, and slowly closed the door.
“We have been harsh on them” Prince said, and anxiety nodded, before furrowing his eyebrows.
“Yes. But I’m not letting them make out on the couch. Last time they were humping each other” he said firmly, and Prince made a disgusted and surprised face, making the dark side chuckle. “What? It’s true”
“Don’t remind me of that day. I still have nightmares” Prince said, dramatically, and Anxiety chuckled louder before nodding and walking away.
“Come on Princey. Let’s make some tea and eat some cookies. Leave the lovebirds be”
“Alright. But no more reminding me about gross stuff with our dads”
I’m pretty sure Pitch has prepared a room in his lair for his future, so badly wanted, beloved little Prince/Princess of Nightmares. And every fuckin’ time he makes people and animal become puppets he brings some of them home and place them in the room as toys for his imaginary daughter or son.
If this is a bit much, then good lol. I wanted it to come off as a bit dark an twisted, showing how bad he and his nightmare mode really is. I am also not to proud of the pose though…..prospective is not a strong side of mine….
Prompt The Traits have their own sides maybe Like anxiety literally meets his own anxiety who's just terrible and the others and Thomas are terrified.
Ok guys in the end this got really dark so…
Quick warnings: mentions of blood, claustrophobia, giant spiders, drowning and angst
What none of them knew was that each one of Thomas’ sides had their own sides.
Yes, it was confusing, but it was real, and none of them knew. Not for a very long time. But months after Thomas started to have a deeper contact with his sides, they found out that they also had sides themselves, but they were… A little different.
For being sides of sides, they could not have physical form. They were more like differently coloured shadows. Morality was yellow, Logic was blue, Prince was red and Anxiety was black. And because they were sides of sides, it meant that they were the core of each one of them. They had no personality. They were the deepest and most intense meanings of each one of the sides.
So the day where Anxiety’s Anxiety came up, it was out of nowhere, and it was intense.
They were recording with Thomas, but Anxiety had been fighting a panic attack for longer than ten minutes now. He tried to focus, on Logic or Prince or Morality or even Thomas, but soon the whole idea became too much, even making Thomas bothered.
“I don’t feel well” Thomas said, closing his eyes, and anxiety sat down on the stairs, covering his face with his hands, trying to focus on anything but the fear, fear, fear. Fear of what, he didn’t know. Sometimes, things just came up and he felt too much.
“I’m sorry” Anxiety muttered, curling up on himself while Thomas sat down on the couch, forgetting about the camera recording everything. Morality rushed to Thomas, worried, while Prince and Logic went to Anxiety.
Not even one minute later, the walls started to get black around Anxiety, and even Thomas, who was trying to even his breathing out, had to look up. Prince and Logic did the same, stepping back scared, and Anxiety lifted his head up, eyes filled with tears, confused, when he noticed the shadow around him. The attack gave place to a scared yelp, and he jumped up, rushing between Prince and Logic as the shadow grew and grew on the wall, taking the form of a man with red eyes.
“Ann, why did you stop?” The shadow said, the voice coming from everywhere and nowhere exactly, making the five men in the room move backwards.
“W-who are you?” Prince asked, stepping forward to stay between the other four and the shadow figure. The shadow let out a dark laugh, slowly moving away from the wall and becoming a three dimensional being.
“Hello Roman. Long time no see” it said, voice dark as he approached the royal. It had no feet, it’s for so going down all the way and making a circle on the ground of darkness. “I can’t believe you forgot about me. After all those times we fought…”
“You…” He said, confused, frowning. “Who are you?”
“I am Ann’s anxiety” the shadow said, wondering around the five and making them move closer to each other, Anxiety and Thomas in the middle of the circle. “You can call me… Nightmare”
“Nightmare?” Prince asked, taking his sword out and watching the shadow as it circled them. “I didn’t know you could take physical form”
“Please make it stop” Anxiety whispered between them all, whimpering in fear, before being held by Thomas, pressing his face against his host’s chest. The shadow laughed loudly, jumping over them and making a curtain of darkness surround the five of them.
“Come on Ann. Don’t be afraid. All of them have me” it said, and then let out an evil laugh. “You’re not the only one that is afraid of something…”
“Let us out!” Prince yelled, waving his sword only to realise that the curtain was now an open, entirely dark room. The room laughed again, red eyes appearing around thirty meters away from them. The royal then growled, seeing and feeling how scared the others were, and used his rage to run to the pair of eyes in the darkness, sword up ready for an attack.
“Roman!” Morality called out, but before he could hold him back he was off. In the middle of the way, however, Prince tripped, falling on his face and letting his sword go. When he opened his eyes, he was in a cell, and as he looked back, there were metal bars holding him apart from the others.
“O-oh no” Anxiety mumbled, lifting his head just enough to see a dark hand over the block of concrete that held Prince hostage.
“Everything is becoming so small Roman” the room said, the hand closing around the block, and Prince gasped, falling on the floor as the walls got smaller and smaller, making him panic, curling up into himself as he tried to ignore the feeling of the walls getting small enough to crush him slowly and painfully until he was a pool of broken bones and blood.
“Roman” Thomas breathed out, scared, his voice coming at least one octave higher than usual, his arms tightening around Anxiety to comfort himself. Morality’s eyes were wide, scared, and he rushed to the cell, pulling on the dark fingers.
“Let him go! You’re hurting him!” He yelled, but the hand only moved beyond the father’s reach, and darkness surrounded him as well, making him turn around, dizzy. Suddenly, he felt something sticky surrounding his feet, and then legs, up his waist, and when he looked up, he was upside down, being held up by his feet right under a giant spider web with a giant spider turning him around, surrounding him with her black sticky web. He didn’t even have time to speak, his mouth and head being covered by the giant insect while he squirmed and waved around, screams coming muffled as he tried to save himself desperately.
“Dad…” Anxiety let out, his voice nothing more then a scared breath, both him and Thomas too frozen and afraid to even speak, while Logic did his best to surround his host and his friend away from the invisible threat.
However, his act of protector lasted for no longer than a few seconds, before a dark rope wrapped itself around his feet, pulling him hard to the ground and making him scream as he was dragged away from the other two, Thomas trying to reach out before Logic was pulled into a tank filled with water and tied to the ground, surrounded by the most horrendous sea monsters without any chance to breathe. He squirmed, using his free hands to reach the air above him but without rope enough to reach it himself and breathe. However, as this was Nightmare, the water would never really kill him, but the feeling of drowning would be ever present until he could find a way of getting out.
“Small places, spiders, water” the darkness whispered as Thomas and Anxiety watched the other three struggling to get out of their nightmares, both with their eyes wide and filled with tears. They were trembling from their feet to their heads, unable to move, barely able to breathe. “What is your fear Ann? What are you afraid of?”
“Anxiety!” Thomas screamed as darkness moved through the small spaces that they weren’t touching, and suddenly Anxiety was alone.
In a dark room.
He was alone.
“Alone” he whispered, a sob coming up as he fell to his knees, hands over his face. “Alone…”
He was alone.
But he didn’t want to be alone.
And suddenly, in the darkness, three pairs of colourful eyes appeared.
“Ann” a whisper. He looked up, scared, and jumped backwards when he saw the other three pair of eyes in front of him: a blue one, a yellow one and a red one.
“We can help you” another voice, slightly different, said, and the eyes came closer, slowly taking form of colourful shadows.
“Come” a third voice whispered, and slowly they surrounded him, brightness surrounding him and making his eyes close.
“I don’t want to be alone!” Anxiety said, loudly, and suddenly the brightness shone, a loud sound coming to Anxiety’s ears, the darkness disappearing.
When he opened his eyes again, he was met with Thomas’ living room, with the host looking terrified next to the couch.
“Anxiety?” He muttered, voice shaking so much that it didn’t even sound like he had called the persona. Anxiety looked around, seeing no sign of the others. “Where…”
“I’m sorry Thomas” he said, also shaken, before moving closer to him and hugging him gently. “I need to find the others. Lay down” he said, helping the man sit on the couch before he sank in to Thomas’ mindset.
The situation in there was… Chaotic.
Never in his life Anxiety had felt worst.
Because he had never seen the other three curled up, together, with all of them crying copiously against the other’s shoulder, coughing and almost throwing up from crying so much, clearly feeling worst than anything else before.
He gave one step towards them and froze, the three looking at him scared and still crying. After a moment of silence, interrupted only by sniffles and hiccups, Anxiety felt his own tears filling up his eyes and he rushed to the group, saying ‘sorry’ millions of times as he was hugged and brought into the family hug.
And just like a nightmare, they comforted each other, and everything came back to normal, with a few conditions: Morality ever had to remove any bug from the house again, Prince was allowed to open any door or window at any time, even if it was raining or snowing, no one could have a bath while Logic was at home, and Anxiety would never, ever be let alone again, unless he really insisted on it.
I was thinking about the 1979 Jack Frost, how he causes little pranks and inconveniences with his shadow, and how Jerk Frost would use his fearlings for mostly the same things (without that whole ‘for love’ thing). He names them and sees them as close, clever pets who are always on the same page. He only has 4 fearlings.
My sister named this fearling May-hue, by the way.
It was Wrestlemania season and you and Y|S|N were traveling with Finn for the week. Finn just got done with Axcess and was on his way to the hotel to you guys. Y|S|N was fast asleep and under the covers. You were in the bathroom taking your makeup off when you heard the door being unlocked. The door opened and Finn walked inside. He saw you standing in he bathroom and walked over to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and you smiled. “How was axcess?” You asked as Finn kissed your neck. “It was fun. Met a lot of fans. I couldn’t wait to get back home to you and Y|S|N though.” Finn answered. Once you finished taking off your makeup, you turned around and faced Finn. “I was thinking, if you weren’t busy with interviews tomorrow or anything, how about the three of us go to the zoo? Y|S|N is four now and I feel he would love the zoo.” You explained. “I am not busy tomorrow. That sounds like a lovely idea.” Finn answered before kissing your lips. Then you heard Y|S|N cry and heard his footsteps. You and Finn walked out of the bathroom and Y|S|N was standing between the two beds wiping his eyes. “Buddy, we were right in the next room.” You said, walking over to him and picked him up. He laid his head against your shoulder. Finn came over and rubbed his back. “Want daddy?” You asked Y|S|N. He nodded before reaching out for Finn. You passed him over and Finn sat down on the bed with him. “Did you have a bad dream?” Finn asked him. “Yeah.” Y|S|N whispered. “It was just a dream. They aren’t real.” Finn told him, kissing the top of his head. You smiled, watching the two of them together. Finn was an amazing dad to Y|S|N and you couldn’t wait to see the future with the three of you.
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After being turned into a snake and unable to change back, Lord
Voldemort is forced to turn to the only other living Parselmouth, Harry
Potter. After making a deal, Harry agrees to help the Dark Lord return
to his human form.
Dumbledore was sure he had made the right choice. Ten years later Harry
shows him just how wrong he was. With little regard for most, Harry
makes a name for himself at Hogwarts, and shows everyone that he is far
more than just the BWL. In doing that he attracts the attention of the
Dark Lord, making Voldemort believe that the Boy-Who-Lived could be far
more than an enemy.
The Do-Over Fic - a chance to do things again, but this time-To Get it
Right. But is it really such a blessing as it appears? A jaded, darker,
bitter, and tired wizard who just wants to die; but can’t. A chance to
learn how to live, from the most unexpected source.
Harry grows up relying on only himself until his adoption, when he is
taught the manners and politics of high pureblood circles. Masking his
dark intelligence at Hogwarts and intending to escape notice, past
secrets and Dark Lords force his hidden hand.
Latin; a dead language with no practical applications
except perhaps the deciphering of old texts and as a particularly quaint
Thankfully, as Harry finds out, Latin is not as
dead as he was first taught when he decided to learn the language. It
wouldn’t have mattered anyway, of course; he loved Latin, and would have
been proud to know it even had it been as useless as it was pretty.
But in the world of Wizards, the world of Magic, Harry realizes his rare
talent with words is particularly valuable in the highly complicated
and controversial subject of Spell Creation, a subject he soon becomes
enamored with despite having to hide his interest from everyone.