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awesome-crazy-person · 3 years ago

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So I just got a recomended a video on youtube (the original is from tik-tok actually) and it was a dream smp high school AU and it was 6 parts and in the last one it was a homecoming dance, and it was not techza but then I just imagine if it was techza lol, so yeah, btw my first language is not english so maybe I made mistakes :v and it's been a while since a writed something. oh! also the video i mentioned had the song "Everybody talks" by the Neon trees so I listen to that song while writing this :p

Here's the link to the (first) video if you want to see it

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Everybody was taking their pictures just before enter the gim that was used like a dance floor, Techno was waiting his turn before entering, he didn't invite anybody to the dance but still was getting his photo taken; Phil, sorry Mr. Philza Minecraft was watching from the door still kind of inside, most likely worried that something wrong could happen with the camera man and the students, once inside Techno went straight to the drinks and food table and fill his own cup, a nice fancy glass cup (as Wilbur put it) that he bring from his own home by the way, with some punch, of course it was just juice and it didn't have alcohol in it, there where still some childrens coming to the dance after all, even if some people (Wilbur and Schlatt) bring their own alcohol to spice their drinks by themselves.

Techno was watching everybody dancing and overall having fun, he was mostly watching he didn't wanna dance at least not with any of their friends and classmates but he was having fun anyway, he was mostly watching Phil thought, Phil was one of the teacher from their school and one of the people doing of chaperone beside everybody loved Phil, one of the youngers teacher and since he was close(r) to age with some of the older stundents he was very popular among them, right now he was lightly scolding some student or something... his wings slighty puffing out in irritation, a frown on his face and in a dark green suit, god he was gorgeous.

After that Phil came to stand next to him and sigh

"Man this is awfull i'm to sober for this shit"

Techno just chuckled at that

"Bruh, aren't you supposed to be the responsible adult here?"

"Oh shut up I bet you would like to drink as well" the older just laugh a little and Techno just smile slightly watching him "sooo anyway... Having fun Tech?" He smile, Techno heart beat just a little faster at the nick name

"Ehh... I been in better places" Phil just laugh louder at that

"Yeah... Sure, you the more sociable of the two"

"Yup you know me.... So sociable" deadpanned

Techno and Phil knew each other for a long time, with them being neighbors growing up and with Phil actually baby sitting him for a couple of years when Techno was barely able to walk, so banter betwing the both of them came easy with years of knowing each other.

Techno was deffinitly in love with Phil, but even if the other was interesed in some kind of relationship between them, he was very responsible and until Techno stop being his student he wouldn't do anything, not that he would anything anyway since there's nothing between the two, but still.

"No date this year?" Ask the older

"Nah... Couldn't bother..." He took another sip from his cup "besides... I couldn't invite the person with whom I wanted to come anyway..."

"Oh..." Phil didn't say anything at that and the both of them stood there in silence

"So... Anyway this punch is terrible who even brought this thing?" Techno broke the silence, making Philza wheeze

"Oh for fucks sake you're such an idiot you know that?"

"You still laughing thought" responded with a grin

"True true" he chuckled a little, until he saw someone behind one of the decorative pillars of the place "is that Tommy? What is he even doing??" Techno start looking on the direction Phil was looking and sure enough Tommy was for a better word stalking Tubbo and Ranboo who where dancing just from behind asome pillar

"I'm going to go see what's happening, be right back" said the older walking on Tommy's direction

"Sooo~ being a teacher's pet I see" a familiar voice sing sang next to him

"Hello Dream"

"Hey Techno, so... having fun?"

"Up until you came talk to me? Yeah was having a blast" Dream was wheezing at that

"Yeah yeah I could tell... soo Mr. Philza Minecraft?"

"What about him?"

"Nothing nothing" he pull up his arms in his defense "just you know... that..."

Techno just lift one eyebrow at how Dream was phrasing it

"Yeah.. I think I know, it's... it's just there" Dream didn't say anything at that like he understand "anyway so, you and George? You actually ask him to come with you? I'm impresed" Dream just flush a little at that

"Uhhmm not really" he chuckle "technically he ask me, but yeah we're having fun..."

"Good for you guys"

"Thanks Techno, and hey good luck to you too" then George who was at the drinks table started waving at Dream "well that's my cue to leave, see you later?"

"Sure man"

Techno watch Dream leave and hug George close to him, he then start looking somewhere else, looking for Phil and when he catch him, Phil was just leaving the gim in the direction of the bathrooms, he looked tired, so then Techno start walking on the direction of Wilbur

"Hey Wilbur"

"Teeeeechnoooo hello!! How are you my friend"

"I'm fine, I'm fine, Wilbur I'll would love to chit chat but I wanted to ask you something"

"Sure man, what is it?"

"I want some alcohol on my drink" he lift his cup that was half full with liquid, making Wilbur grin

"Technoblade you want to get drunk? Who would thought!?" Wilbur was laughing slightly "but I'm afraid I can't help, I don't have any alcohol for you, non, cero, nada"

"Wilbur I can smell it on you, on your breath and in your pocket"

"Fuck, fuck you and you piggy nose, fuck ok but don't tell anybody right? I'm having a great night you know"

"Sure, sure I won't tell, just fill the cup man"

"yeah yeah oh right" Wilbur then open his suit jacket and took a flask from his inner pocket pouring some alcohol on Techno's cup until the cup was full again

"Bye Wilbur"

"Bye man, and have some fun Techno!"

Tevhno then leave on the direction that Phil left beafore and stood on the door on the hall, the music was lower in here... It was calmer he was there a couple of minutes whe Phil appered from one of the doors of the hallway

"Oh.. hey Techno! What are you doing here?"

"I was waiting for you actually... So how was Tommy?" Phil leaft a sigh at the name just making Techno smile, Tommy would make anyone react like that

"Tommy is Tommy just leave it at that" he chuckled

"Right, so anyway, I got you a drink" he lift his cup and give it to Phil, he bring the cup to his lips but before drink it he pause, most certainly smeling the alcohol in it

"Technoblade... What is this?" He was trying to be serious but the smile he was trying to hide was giving it away

"It's just a drink man, besides you are the one who said that was too sober, and let's face it after talking with Tommy anyone would need a drink" Phil just laught at that

"True true... Mmhh i shouldn't" he was bitting his lower lips indecisive, Techno was watching him intently "you know what I'm gonna take it, thanks Techno"

He just smiled to him so brightly and took a sip from the cup, Techno was just watching him drink and how his cheeks turn slightly pink, gorgeous. A new song started to play on the gim and that give Techno an idea, so he took Phil's drink that was full finished from his hand and leave it softly on the floor

"Tech?" He look up to him slightly, his wings moving a little

"Dance with me Phil?" He whispered, showing his open palm to the other

"Here?" He ask just as low

"Yeah, right here..."

"Ok..."

Phil took Techno's hand and he immediately put him a little closer and getting his other hands on Philza's hip, the blond blush just a little bit more

"This is not a slow sog Techno..." He whisper "it's not how you dance this type of songs..."

"Are you complaining?" He smiled, Philza didn't say anything to that and just close his eyes leaning his body and head on Techno's body, the both of them barely loving, barely a dance.

The song slowly dtarted to finish after some time, Techno didn't want to let go of the other and Philza he just stay there with his eyes close like he also didn't wanted to let go, but then he got back just a litle opening his eyes slowly he stared Techno's face and then kickly look at his lips

"I... We should go back..." He said slowly, sighing

"Yeah..." His voice was just as slow as Phil's maybe even lower, and then to break the moment or he would keep staring Phil all night, he got down and pick up the glass with the rest of the drink "But you better finish your drink first..."

"Oh, yeah, right" Phil then took the cup and finish the drink in one go and took the cup in both of his hands "I... The cup is yours actually... Now that i think abo-"

Phil was rambling but stop immediately when one of Techno's hand cup his cheek, and when his thumb moved to his lips he stop breathing completly, Techno pick up a drop of the drink fron Phil's lips with his thumb and bring the thumb to lips licking the drop dry, Phil was just staring at him dumbly, blushed with out saying anything

"In a year I will no longer be your student Philza..."

"Y-yeah..?"

"Yeah... Also you can keep the cup if you want... Could be a nice memory..."

Phil just nod still unable to say anything, then Techno open the door with out looking, just staring at Phil, he then grinned and look at Phil's lips before looking him on the eyes again

"See you soon Phil" he turn around and leave.

#techza #technophil #my writing #one shot

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soulvomit · 3 years ago

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Apropos of @blackflirtlarping‘s response on this post, in thinking about my own early past... the thing is, my counterculture parents raised me... alternative. There is no way to measure me against metrics that are specific to the industrialized k12 pipeline. Like... I was just given a ton of outlets really, really early. Example, I was given mechanical/construction type of toys and toy racetracks *early* and I think this could have potentially masked an early stim habit, but the thing is, there’s a relative index of normiehood with those kinds of toys and now there is even discourse among some upper class families about giving kids those toys much earlier to encourage mechanical aptitude. Also, my parents were musicians and there was literally music in the house sometimes at every waking moment during my parents’ off hours and I got dragged into doing this. My parents totally encouraged my interests when I was a kid and just thought I was gifted. It didn’t start to show up that anything was weird or off in any way as a kid, until I was in school. And they spent my entire school career just being befuddled as to why was I having a hard time and why isn’t the school meeting MY needs. The only interest of mine they didn’t really encourage was me living in my head in a fantasy world, but even there it was mostly redirection (mom got me a typewriter at a garage sale and told me to just start writing this stuff down.) My parents refused to believe anything was up with me, because their idea of “normal” wasn’t even measured on the same yardstick and this was just all... The Man intruding into people’s lives, basically, and something something fascism/Nazis/authoritarians, etc. Why wouldn’t the schools just let me type, or write cursive? Fuck them, right? Despite switching me between some 7 schools, they didn’t even start to acknowledge anything being up with me until middle school, when things went from ehh to holy shit bad, and they themselves had no idea what I should do besides possibly just drop out and go to community college. They were sure that school was causing all of my problems in life and once I was out of k12, life would magically be great. Also, I was an only child and literally never required to share with anybody so it’s not like anyone ever took a toy away that I was playing with. And I will NEVER know what is anything approaching ASD with my past, vs what is... literally being raised in a very, very unorthodox and counterculture family and “standing out” because of that, and literally having to learn to assimilate into the “normie” world...

#one thing is that I really believe both my parents are just super aspie themselves #and I can't tell sometimes what is - raised by them vs innate to me #because basically they internalize how they are as Normal and are okay with the rest of the world being Weird #they internalize a lot of anti authoritarian counterculture 70s stuff and it's very very very difficult to talk to them about this stuff #I know this - I am more emotionally and socially mature than my parents at this point and it's quite frustrating #tho I feel lots of Gen Xrs feel that way about Boomer parents

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boognish-worshipper · 4 years ago

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Midnight City AU

this is an au where the main characters are all young adults!! (or millennials ig? they’re in their 20s basically) i gave a rundown of what’s what on a diff post,, i’m also splitting it up into diff chapters,, so this is gonna take a looooong time to finish. i’m posting this before i nitpick my writing to the max

it’s basically a lot of references to that point in time, artists, pop culture etc. all the chapters are named after songs from that era (including the name of this au bc i love midnight city and what better way to describe LS ‼️), and the lyrics r usually connected to what the chapter’s about, or about a character dynamic :D i hope this isn’t too cheesy, or sounds off ig. any typos in this were probably over looked bc i constantly reread my writing and rearrange stuff and make sure it sounds good 🥳 hope y’all enjoy !!! i’m also including a tag to find the chapters under :)

//Chapter 1: Crimewave

Trevor would never, ever admit it, but he had fallen into the category known as “post-hipster”. This was a strange era that began culminating, taking LS by storm. Whether he liked it or not, he could never avoid it. Even if he swore up and down he wasn’t like them, it was practically a paradox. Saying he wasn’t like them just made him a branched off version of the thing he denounced. Each aesthetic that was churned out as the 2010s rolled in were tied to a style, a sound, and Trevor couldn’t care less. It’s not like people liked what he liked. He didn’t belong to anything in particular, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t like them. If anything, he just became another obscure genre in the mix.

One of his favorite music groups was a Canadian duo called Crystal Castles. He enjoyed a good number of their songs, developing an interest for electropunk and pop punk. There was something unique about the sound, and it made Trevor feel special, like he discovered some sort of hidden treasure. He was into pop punk groups like Paramore too, but it was something about them that was just different. People knew Paramore. He often lingered around Sterling Lake, where other post-irony hipsters and classic hipsters resided, careful not to fully associate with them. After all, he apparently despised them, even though he participated in their strange… “culture”. If you could even call it that. From time to time he would find himself discussing his favorite artists with whatever semi-normal person was there, making a couple friends himself who weren’t the snooty kind he’d grown used to.

They all loved talking about how exceptional their taste in music was, a wide variety of people hanging around with their own cliques. Some liked Fall Out Boy, while others liked Blink-182, and then there were the weirdos who liked groups like Radiohead. Most of those guys were whiny, proclaiming how misunderstood they were. He knew maybe one Radiohead song at most (he definitely, definitely never cried to “Creep” and even if he did, so what) but never found himself willingly getting into their music. Then you had the nosedivr crowd, which consisted of mostly girls, and the occasional hipster guy that defected. Their taste was.. alright. Consisted of artists like Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds, who were their idols. He found almost everyone there besides the few friends he made kind of edgy, and not in the cool way. But he figured all hipsters and guys like them were kind of uncool. Don’t even get him started on those other indie rock types. God. He still came back as often as he could though, establishing some kind of routine. Most people there avoided him anyway, which he preferred. He had enough troubles with them in the past. There was one day he grew tired of the people gawking at him, and he launched a hipster right into the lake. So yeah, nobody within their right mind so much as looked in his direction. That was just how he rolled.

Today, he sat on a nearby bench in Sterling Lake’s park, watching some ducks float on water. His usual friends had been there too, seeing his clowncore buddy Wade with his cousin Floyd. Wade was extremely different than the pretentious fucks around them. He had a shit ton of piercings, and ICP was his favorite music group. Floyd on the other hand, fit right in. Almost too much, like it was something he was forced to do. But he did genuinely enjoy Weezer, of all things you could enjoy. Wade started waving at Trevor, while Floyd hid behind him. All he did was awkwardly wave back, turning his attention back to the lake. He liked Wade, but the clown stuff he wore sometimes spooked him. He didn’t pay much mind to his relative. Looking back across the water, he saw someone new, observing the area. Some dude a little above the average height, hands in his pockets walking around. He seemed a bit lost, and Trevor figured he should help if he was. After all, what was this guy doing here? New people didn’t show up often.

“Hey bud, you lost or something?”

“Oh uh, nah not really. I’m just looking for this girl I met a while ago, said she hangs out around here?”

“What she look like? I’m here pretty often.”

“Uhh kinda short, dark brownish hair? Wears fishnet stockings, high waisted shorts or whatever those grunge people are into.”

“Let me guess, she into the Neighborhood?”

“How’d you know?”

“Yeah, that’s Amanda, she’s a bit of a regular. Not too fond of me I must say.”

“How come?”

“She’s just petty towards me.” He said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like relaying his encounters with her if the guy was dating her or something.

“Oh… well d’ya think you could help me find her? I don’t really know anybody else here. I could actually use the help, since you know her.”

“Eh sure, why not.”

It’s not like he had anything better to do. The two began to walk around the park, gravel and dirt crunching beneath their feet.

“So.. what’s this place about?” The strange guy asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s just one of those places the hipster folks meet up I guess. Don’t understand it much myself, nor do I really like them.”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Dunno. It’s relatively peaceful, those freaks keep to themselves.”

The man, who was only a smidge shorter than Trevor, glared up at him.

“Hey man, don’t call my girl a freak.”

“Ehh I don’t really count her in with the generic skinny jean wearing hipsters. More of a.. what is it called.. nosedivr type. Whatever that stupid website’s called. Why do you think she dresses like that?”

“Huh.. Never really thought to ask her.”

As he thought about the stuff Amanda wore, he took note of how the man next to him was dressed. He sported an olive jacket with a black turtle neck, and a plain pair of jeans. He wore beat up black converse to top it off, and a pair of Rimmers sunglasses sat upon his head. He looked simple, yet distinguished with the way he presented himself, hair neatly combed back. He figured the two would look nice standing next to one another. They would’ve made an attractive couple, if they weren’t dating already, the kind that turns heads. Trevor wasn’t like them. He wore a black beanie over his mullet, and his favorite pair of red Dix sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. The rest of his fit looked disheveled. He had thrown on a wrinkled top, solid black with little surf boards and cars along the bottom- he was a sucker for Hawaiian shirts. His pants were tan colored but had some bleach stains, with old combat boots on his feet.

“Yeah, we may not like each other but I don’t really consider her a freak like those guys.”

He jutted a thumb in the direction of a circle of guys huddled around a phone. The man holding the phone had strawberry blonde hair and a clean outfit on. An expensive looking outfit.

“Who are they?”

“The people here I absolutely cannot fucking stand. The genuine hipsters.”

“Oh.. and you’re..?”

“I’m my own kind. I’m not like these losers, all uppity and shit.”

“Right. Gotcha.”

They walked around a bit more before finding the group Amanda was with. She sat on a bench, chatting with a few girls who dressed similarly to her. All of them had black incorporated into their style. She herself had a black jumper on, tucked neatly into the front of her jean shorts. Just like the guy described, she had fishnets on under them, skater shoes to match. Loose braids fell on her shoulders, and a small black choker was wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, there he is now! Babe! Over here!”

She narrowed her eyes upon seeing Trevor standing next to him.

“Hello, Trevor.” She huffed.

“Relax, I was helping your boyfriend or whatever look for you.”

Her face softened slightly, but still kept a small glare in his direction. She pressed her lips together tight before replying.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yup.”

The man turned to face Trevor, sticking out a hand.

“Hey, thanks for showing me around. Trevor, is it?”

“Don’t wear it out.”

He shook his hand, noticing how soft it was. It was in stark contrast to his own, which was rough and calloused.

“Name’s Michael. I’ll see you around most likely? Thanks again.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Amanda huffed again, nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Let’s go hun, Bean Machine closes soon!”

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’!”

The two sauntered off, hand in hand. Trevor stood dumbly, watching them walk away. He was right. They did look good together. He wondered if he would actually see this Michael again, kicking a rock. He went back to the bench he originally sat at, putting his earbuds in, listening to some Crystal Castles again to pass the time. The beat thumped in his ears, and all he could think was how much better this shit was compared to that club music shit that played on every radio station in a 5 foot radius. He sat there, scrolling through his own secret nosedivr account, reblogging some photo of a lit cigarette. Right before a hand touched his shoulder causing him to jump.

“What the fuck- Oh. Ron.”

Ron was another friend of Trevor’s, a guy he had met outside one of the iFruit stores talking about how “they’re tapping the phones they sell in there!” and all that conspiracy nonsense. He was a paranoid guy, but Trevor kind of liked that about him. Those were the kind of freaks he liked. He was shorter than Trevor, sort of frail in stature. He wore a bright red windbreaker over a faded tourist tee that read “I went to Liberty City and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!”, along with khaki colored cargo shorts. It didn’t help that he wore some goofy looking bucket hat, and socks with sandals. He dressed like someone’s middle aged father.

“Trevor! Have you seen Wade around anywhere?”

“Last I checked, he was with Floyd.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Uh no, but my best bet is they went to that vinyl shop Floyd’s girlfriend works at.”

“Will ya come with me to find him?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? What do you need him for?”

“Well I- I uh- um..”

“I uh! I uh! Spit it out Ron!”

“It’s about the Merryweather Night Club.”

Merryweather was a big organization that had a wide range of private clubs all over the country, and complimentary body guards to suit. They were all expensive as fuck, and anywhere they settled jacked up the prices of everything else. A lot of neighborhoods became gentrified as a result, and people actually considered it a good thing. What a fucking joke. Trevor of course couldn’t stand it. He hated bullies, and Merryweather was no exception. He’d been wanting to dismantle the club since they settled in LS, seeing as they only amplified the fake feel of the city. Let’s just say he’s gotten into more than a few scuffles with the club. And let’s just say it ended with someone getting stabbed as a result. The guy had it coming to him anyway. Between bouncers and the clubbers, they didn’t like Trevor or his kind loitering around the joint. It didn’t stop him from plotting some sort of revenge though. Ron per usual was on board, his reason being Merryweather’s violent history that had been swept under the rug. They were rather forceful relocating people who had lived in certain neighborhoods for years, Ron being one of their victims. Wade only decided to tag along because he wanted to be included.

“Ah fuck, what’d those bastards do now?”

“They’re throwing some big party!”

“…What fucking for?”

“All I know some guy’s coming to visit, somebody they labeled important and he’s-“

“Woah woah woah wait, Ron. Who?”

“Steve Haines.” He breathed out, careful not to be overheard.

Trevor’s eyes widened, his gaze shooting over to the posse he had poked fun of before. Steve was talking to the group, all of them doing that fake laugh they always did. God, even their humor was pretentious.

“Those fucking hipsters!” He hissed.

“I abhor them, you know that-“

“I know. I know. But, that Weston guy’s gonna be there with him-“

“Weston? Devin Weston?”

If Trevor hated hipsters, then he utterly loathed rich daddy’s money boys like Devin Weston. He had only gotten that stupid fucking night club because his father paid Don Percival enough money to let Devin do whatever he pleased with the Merryweather body guards. It was an elitist club, and they only allowed the best of the best in there.

“What the fuck’s going on there?”

“Something to do with those guys he hangs out with. I think they’re doing something major, expansion maybe-”

“And him and Devin are working together or..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear much after that, that’s why I wanted to grab you and Wade and-”

“Then let’s fucking go get him, Ron!”

The two rushed out of there, heading for the vinyl store to look for Wade. Trevor knew a shit storm was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t wait.

//the next chapter’s gonna be longer i promise lolz

#gta v #grand theft auto v #michael de santa #trevor philips #young trikey #franklin clinton #lamar davis #lester crest #amanda de santa #steve haines #midnight city au

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witxh--bitxh · 4 years ago

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Sending random numbers 😌

1, 5, 7, 8, 11, 13, 19, 22, 26, 30, 36, 42, 44, 50, 53, 57, 62, 66, 69, 70, 73, 77, 80, 90, 100, 110, 115

Oh?? my goodness?? You sent so many ahh 🥺

1. Let's start with a tricky one; what is the real reason you are confused right now?

Confused on why people seem to enjoy talking to me when I am annoying tbh 😇

5. What were you doing at 11PM last night?

I believe I was watching Black Widow 🥰

7. What would you do if you found out you had been cheated on?

Probably have a bit of a breakdown lmao. Then ultimately blame it on myself bc I'd think it was my fault for not being good enough lmaoo 😌

8. Are you close with your dad?

I mean, kind of, I guess?

11. You can only drink ONE liquid for the rest of your life - what is it?

I mean, as boring as it is to say, water?? Idk I enjoy it

13. What time do you go to bed?

Uhhh this one varies a lot lmao, might be 9pm or it might be 4/5am. Decent sleeping pattern? We don't know her

19. Is there someone that makes you happy every time you see them?

Gosh, honestly? Not really anymore, no. I don't really see people often bc I don't have irl friends lmaooo

22. Do you believe what goes around comes around?

I think so, but I feel like my belief in this kind of fluctuates a lot.

26. What colour is the shirt you are wearing?

'Tis black, like 99% of the clothing I own

30. Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the last person you kissed?

Lmaoooo, absolutely not. He was a grade A asshole

36. Do you have any summer plans yet?

I've been having cute lil Discord watch parties with a couple of online friends lately, so probably more of that! I think we may play some games together too!! But other than that, I'll just be getting ready for college tbh!

42. Are you available?

Yes, yes I am

44. If you had to get a piercing (not ears), what would you get?

I already have the piercings I'd want tbh (my nose and septum), but I did debate the idea of a second nostril piercing, so maybe that!

50. Why aren't you pursuing the person you like?

I don't actively like anyone right now bc I just don't talk to people. Usually though it's bc I'm pretty sure they won't like me/my appearance so I just don't bother

53. What was the last thing you ate?

Some custard creams!

57. Are most of your friends guys or girls?

Mostly girls, which is odd bc usually I feel like I don't get along w other girls very well!

62. Who do you text the most?

Like actual texting, idk, my mum probably. I don't text much, and I only have like 8 contacts in my phone 😅

66. Is the last person you kissed younger than you?

Yeah he's a year younger than me

69. Picture of yourself?

I apologise in advance for hurting peoples eyes w my face:

70. Are you a monogamous person or do you believe in open-ended relationships?

Personally I am a monogamous person, but I think poly relationships and stuff are great too, they're just not for me!!

73. Have you ever casually made out with someone who you weren't seriously involved with?

Lmaooo yes, when I actually used to go to parties and would have a bit to drink I loved a cheeky lil make out w people there

77. Had sex with someone you knew less than an hour?

Nope, only ever slept w people I've gotten to know fairly well

80. Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already?

Ehh, I'm not sure to be honest, if I really liked the person then maybe

90. Have you ever gotten back in touch with an old flame after a time of more than 3 months of no communication?

Nah, not that I can think of anyway ahah

100. Anybody on Tumblr that you'd go on a date with?

Maybe 😇

110. If you could kiss anyone who would it be?

Oh gosh, I don't know?? One of the many celebrity crushes maybe, or perhaps a tumblr crush.. who knows 😌

115. Ever made out with just a friend?

Indeed I have heh

Thank you for the the asks!! 😌🤍

#answered #ask game #send asks #send anons

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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Wizard of Oz Queen x pre-teen reader Chap. 9; There’s no place like home

*Author’s note*

The final chapter has arrived! This was the chapter I had completed last night that finally put this wonderful series to an end. I enjoyed writing this cute little Movie AU series. For now I’m going to take a break from writing movie AU’s and finally get back to requests that I’ve had on hold for like a year now. So enjoy this final chapter of the Wizard of Oz Queen style and until the next time I update :)

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@simonedk

@queensdivas

@queendeakyy

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@platawnic

@kairosfreddie

@geek-and-proud

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When we arrived back at the Emerald City, news of the Warlock of the West’s death had already gotten to the city and everyone was in rejoice at our return. We were immediately escorted back to the throne room of the Great Oz and when he saw us, he seemed surprised.

“Can I believe my eyes? Why have you come back?” Scarecrow handed me the broomstick and I walked forward and presented the Great Oz with the broomstick.

“We’ve done what you told us. We brought you the broomstick of the Wicked Warlock of the West. We melted him.” I said as I set the broomstick down at the top of the staircase.

“Ahh you liquidated him ehh? Very resourceful.” The Wizard hummed.

“Yes sir. So…. we’d like it if you kept your promise to us. If you please.”

“Not so fast! Not so fast!” The Wizard urged. “I’ll have to give the matter a little more thought. Go away and come back tomorrow.” He said as green smoke covered his face.

“Tomorrow!? But I wanna go home now!” I whined. We did all of this, practically dying (mostly in my case) trying to get this broomstick and now he’s saying he wants us to come back tomorrow.

“You’ve had plenty of time to think about it already!” Tinman proclaimed as he stood beside me.

“Yeah!” Lion roared as he came up to my other side along with Scarecrow who nodded in agreement.

“DO NOT AROUSE THE WRATH OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL OZ!! I SAID COME BACK TOMORROW!” The Wizard exclaimed.

“If you were really Great and Powerful you’d keep your promises!” I exclaimed.

“Do you presume to criticize the great Oz!? You ungrateful creatures!” The Wizard proclaimed. That’s when I felt a tap at my shoulder and I looked up at the Scarecrow who pointed to our left.

There I saw that Toto had pulled back a green curtain and there stood a man in a suit speaking at the same time the Great Oz was speaking. As he continued to ramble on into a microphone and flipping switches, I got Lion’s and Tinman’s attention and pointed at the man and soon all four of us were staring at the man.

The man turned to us and his face turned to shock as he said into the microphone.

“The Great Oz has spoken!” he turned back to us and grunted before quickly taking the curtain and covering it up as the Great Oz’s voice proclaimed. “PAY NO ATTENTION TO THAT MAN BEHIND THE CURTAIN!! The Great and—Oz has spoken!”

I walked right up to the curtain and pulled it back before picking Toto up and the man faced me in surprise.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“Me? Well I am the Great and Powerful…..” he first spoke into the microphone with confidence but he dropped the charade and admitted sheepishly without the use of the microphone. “Wizard of Oz.”

“You!? I don’t believe this!” I snapped. My friends soon came behind me glaring at the man and he admitted once again.

“I’m afraid it’s true. There’s no other Wizard except me.”

“You wanker!” Scarecrow snapped.

“A charlatan if you ask me!” Lion growled angrily.

“Yes. Yes, yes that’s exactly so. I am—a wanker and a charlatan.”

“You’re a very cruel man.” I scolded him.

“Oh, no my dear I’m—I’m a very good man. Just a—very bad wizard.” He told me. His blueish-grey eyes shining with regret.

“What about the heart that you promised Tinman!? And the courage you promised the Lion!?” Scarecrow snapped while both Tinman and Lion spoke together.

“And Scarecrow’s brain!” it was then the man softly smiled and said as he stood before Scarecrow and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Why, anybody can have a brain. That’s a very mediocre commodity. Every creature with a pulse that walks or crawls on the earth, or slithers and slinks through slimy slims has a brain. Back where I come from, we have universities. Where men and women alike go to become great thinkers. And when they come out, they think deep thoughts. And with no more brains than you’ve got. But they have one thing you haven’t got, a diploma.”

He then turned back to his control and pulled out a few rolled up pieces of paper tied with a red ribbon and took one of the paper rolls and continued speaking as he unrolled the diploma and presented it to Scarecrow.

“Therefore, by virtue of the authority vested in me…by the Universitatus Committeeatum E Pluribus Unum…I hereby confer upon you the honorary degree of Th.D.”

“Th.D?” questioned Scarecrow as he took his diploma happily.

“Yes that’s Doctor in Thinkology.” The Wizard answered.

“The sum of the square root of any two sides of an isosceles triangle is equal to the square root of the remaining side.” Scarecrow suddenly said. I gaped and he smiled widely. “Oh gods…..I’ve got a brain! How can I ever thank you?”

“Oh you can’t.” The Wizard said. He then turned to Lion and took him by his hand guiding him up the stairs to his throne as he continued while we followed behind them, “And as for you my feline king. You’re a victim of disorganized thinking. You think that just because you don’t speak up or make your roars presentable, you have no courage. You’re confusing Courage with Wisdom. Back where I come from we have motivational speakers. People who step forward before rallies of hundreds even thousands of people to speak about what they believe in. And they have no more courage than you’ve got. But they have one thing that you don’t got. A medal.”

He pulled out from the back of his throne a large black bag and began to dig through it till he pulled out a medal. It was a triple cross bronze with a short red and white stripped fabric pattern on top. And across the medal in bold print was the word COURAGE.

“Therefore….for meritorious conduct, extraordinary valor….conspicuous bravery against wicked Warlocks and grueling hyenas. I award you the Triple Cross.” He pinned the medal to Lion’s shirt before finishing, “You are now a member of the Legion of Courage. Your father would be proud of you son.” The Wizard then kissed both of Lion’s cheeks while Lion was blushing mad.

“I’m—I’m speechless.” He chuckled shyly before turning away bashfully. Finally the Wizard turned to the Tinman and he said.

“As for you, my galvanized friend, you want a heart. You don’t know how lucky you are not to have one. Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable.”

“But I—I’d still like one.” Tinman responded.

“Where I come from, there are people who do nothing all day but good deeds. They are called—umm what was it phila—philios…..anyways. Good-deed-doers. And they have hearts no bigger than yours. But they have one thing you haven’t got. A testimonial. Therefore, in consideration of your kindness, I take the immense pleasure at this time in presenting to you….with a small token of our esteem and affection.” The Wizard pulled out a heart shaped clock attached to a beautiful decorated string.

He handed the Tinman, who was staring at it in awe, his new heart and the Wizard said to him.

“And remember my sentimental friend. That a heart is not judged by how much you love. But by how much you are loved by others.” Tinman smiled before lifting the heart clock up to his ear. He squeaked in excitement as he said.

“Oh it ticks! Listen, listen!” he held the clock up to my ear and I smiled with a nod. “You hear that it ticks!” he held it up to Scarecrow’s ear who nodded happily.

Out of nowhere a very loud, and thunderous roar echoed throughout the room. It was louder than any thunder I had ever heard in my entire life, and when we turned around there stood Lion in his true lion form. His tail softly swaying back and forth and a glam of pride shined in his golden lion eyes.

“It would seem I have inherited my father’s roar.”

“Indeed you have Lion. That truly is the roar of a King.” Tinman said. He smiled and walked back toward us and I extended my hand out and he pressed his head against my palm. Slowly I stroked up his nose towards his head and said to him.

“A true lion king. Whose courage holds no bounds.” He chuckled softly as he nuzzled against my hand. “I’m so happy for you guys. They’re all wonderful gifts.” I said as I moved my hand down to fiddle with Lion’s medal that hung around his mane.

“Wait hold on!” Scarecrow said. “You can’t forget about (Y/n)!”

“Yes. How about (Y/n)?” Tinman asked.

“Yeah, (Y/n) next.” Lion spoke up.

“Yes right, (Y/n).” The wizard muttered.

“Oh I don’t think there’s anything in that black bag for me.” I said solemnly.

“Well….you force me into a tight situation. The only way to get (Y/n) back home is for me to take her there myself.” The Wizard said. I gasped.

“Oh will you? Could you? Oh!” I asked happily before I said. “But wait are you a clever enough Wizard to manage something like that?”

“My dear you cut me to the quick. My mother was a Welsh woman herself. Born and bred in the quaint little town of Pembroke. I once was there to perform alongside the Miracle Wonderland Carnival Company as a premier balloonist. Until one day, while performing spectacular feats of stratospheric skill never before attempted by man…..an unfortunate phenomenon occurred. The balloon failed to return to the fair.”

“It did?” asked Lion.

“Weren’t you scared?” I asked him. The Wizard wrapped an arm around my shoulder as he guided me down with the guys following behind us, all of us invested in his story.

“Frightened? You’re looking at a man who has laughed in the face of danger. Sneered at doom and chuckled at doom. I was petrified. Then suddenly the wind changed and the balloon floated down into the heart of this noble city. Where I was instantly acclaimed Oz, the first wizard deluxe. Times being what they were, I accepted the job. Retaining my balloon against the advert of a quick getaway. And there my dear (Y/n), in that very balloon, you and I shall return to the land of our mother’s Land.”

I cheered happily and we soon left the throne room and went out to the heart of the city.

With the help of some of the Oz citizens, as well as my friends, we had the hot air balloon blown back up and the Wizard and I stood in the basket with my friends surrounding the balloon basket.

Every citizen in Oz gathered around the balloon which stood on a small platform big enough for the balloon and my friends who were holding the ropes of the balloon (which were also tied up to the railings for extra security).

“My friends! This is positively the finest exhibition ever to be shown well be as it may. I, your Wizard, am about to embark upon a hazardous and technically unexplainable journey into the outer stratosphere!” The Wizard proclaimed which made the crowd cheer. “To confer, converse, and otherwise hobnob with my brother wizards. And I hereby decree that until what time (if any) that I return, the Scarecrow by virtue of his highly superior brains. Shall rule in my stead.”

Scarecrow peeked out from behind the basket and bowed his head before the crowd.

“Assisted by the Tinman. By virtue of his magnificent heart.” Tinman also nodded as he solemnly gestured to his heart which he had pinned across his chest. But I noticed the heartbroken expression across his face. “And the Lion! By virtue of his Courage. Obey them as you would me.” I stroked Lion’s dark brown hair and he looked up and smiled at me softly.

Suddenly Toto jumped out of my arms barking frantically and started chasing a cat.

“Oh Toto! Toto come back here! Toto! Oh please don’t go without me, I’ll be right back.” I said as I got out of the balloon basket then turning to the Wizard pleading with him before chasing after Toto. Scarecrow and Lion helped me out with the chase as Lion exclaimed.

“Stop that dog!” Finally I managed to grab Toto but to my horror I saw that the Wizard was taking off in the balloon. I let out a scream as I raced back towards the platform to see Scarecrow and Tinman trying to take back the ropes but they soon got too high for them to hang onto.

“Come back! Come back! Oh please come back!”

“I can’t come back! I’ve forgotten how it all works! Goodbye folks!” the people of Oz waved and bid their Wizard farewell and soon the balloon was out of sight.

As I held Toto in my arms, I felt like my whole life was over. That was my last ticket home and now I’ve run out of options.

“Oh now I’ll never get home.” I choked out. It was then I felt six pairs of hands touch my back, shoulders or arms. I looked up and Tinman stood to my right, Scarecrow stood close behind me and Lion stood to my left.

“Stay with us then (Y/n).” Lion said. Tinman and Scarecrow nodded with soft yet sad smiles on their faces. “We love you and—we don’t…..want you to go.”

“Oh. That’s—that’s very sweet of you guys but……this could never be like Wales. Auntie Em must’ve stopped wondering what happened to me by now. Oh Scarecrow what am I gonna do?” he cupped the side of my face before looking up to the sky. His eyes briefly widened and he said to me as he pointed up.

“Look. There’s someone who can.” I looked up and floating down was a very familiar crystal ball. All the Oz citizens went silent and I saw every man take off their hats as the crystal came closer and closer before landing just ahead of us.

There Fiyero stood in all his glory with a wide smile spread across his face. Everyone then bowed before him as he walked across the room greeting everyone with either a nod of his head or an elegant flick of his wrist. He walked up the steps and stood before us. I curtsied and I said.

“Oh will you help me? Can you help me Fiyero?”

“You don’t need any more help darling. You’ve always had the power to go back home.”

“I have?” I asked confused.

“Then why didn’t you tell her before?” asked Scarecrow.

“Because she wouldn’t have believed me. She had to learn for herself.”

“What have you learned (Y/n)?” Tinman said to me. I looked at each of them before saying.

“Well….I learned that…..that it wasn’t enough wanting to see Uncle Henry and Auntie Em. This was about—my own journeys. And if I ever want to go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own backyard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with. Is that right?” Fiyero smiled and said.

“That’s all it is dear.”

“But that’s so easy. I should’ve thought of it for you.” Scarecrow belittled himself.

“I should’ve felt it in my heart.” Tinman said.

“And I should’ve had the courage to tell you that.” Lion added.

“No my darlings she had to find out for herself. Now those magic slippers will take you home in 2 seconds.” Fiyero said as he pointed his wand down at the ruby slippers.

“Toto too?”

“Toto too.” My heart began racing with excitement.

“Now?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Oh my god! That’s too good to be true!” I cheered as I turned to the guys before suddenly growing sad. “But it…..it’s going to be that much harder to say goodbye. I love you all too.” I walked up to the Tinman first who was already dripping out tears. “Goodbye Tinman.” I chuckled sadly and took out my handkerchief and dabbed his eyes, “Don’t cry silly. You’ll rust yourself again.” He wiped away his tears.

I took his oilcan out from my basket and handed it to him before standing on my tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Goodbye.”

“Now I know I’ve got a heart. Cause it’s breaking.” He choked out sadly. I then walked over to Lion and hugged and kissed his cheek.

“Goodbye Lion. I—I know it’s improper to say but, I’m gonna miss the way you used to shy away before you found your courage.” I fiddled with his medal and he said.

“Well I—I would never have found it, if it hadn’t been for you.” Toto let out a sad whimper and I looked down at him.

“Toto will miss you too.” He smiled and gently rubbed Toto’s head and he gave Lion a loving lick across his arm before whimpering again.

Finally I turned towards the Scarecrow. My first friend on this long journey. The one who willingly sacrificed himself for me time and time again. Tears poured down my face as I embraced him and he hugged me back.

“I’ll miss you most of all.” He rubbed my back and we held onto each other for what felt like a lifetime before finally separating. He cupped the side of my face before he very faintly bopped my nose with his gloved finger. I choked out a chuckle before giving him a kiss on the cheek and finding the strength to walk away from him.

“Are you ready now?” Fiyero asked me in a gentle tone.

I nodded wordlessly but turned around and took Toto’s paw in mine and made a wave motion as I said.

“Say bye, bye Toto.” Even through their sadness, the guys waved goodbye to Toto. I turned back to Fiyero and said, “Okay. I’m ready now.”

“Then close your eyes,” I closed them. “Tap your heels together three times.” I clicked my heels together counting them out in my head. “And think to yourself, ‘There’s no place like home’. ‘There’s no place like home’.”

“There’s no place like home. There’s no place like home.” I kept repeating that to myself while every now and again clicking my heels together.

*3rd Person POV*

Lying on her bed still knocked out from when the window had hit her on the head during the storm, (Y/n) lay there and was softly muttering ‘there’s no place like home’. All the while a damp cloth was placed over her forehead.

She kept repeating the words silently in her sleep before her Aunt Em said to her as she took her niece’s hand.

“Wake up honey.” Soon her eyes opened and she was surprised to see that she was now back home.

*My POV*

I heard my Aunt Em’s voice and when I woke up, I saw that I was back in my room and right there at my bedside was Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.

I was home. I was home!

“(Y/n). (Y/n) love, it’s Aunt Em poppet.”

“Oh Auntie Em it’s you!”

“Hello to home!” a familiar voice called out. Soon coming to my window was Queen’s lawyer Jim Beach. “The boys wanted me to drive them back here when I told them the young girl got caught in the—” he looked down at me and smiled as he said, “Well. She looks right as rain to me.”

“Yeah she got quite the bump on the head there though. We thought for a moment that she was gonna leave us.” Uncle Henry said.

“But that’s the thing Uncle Henry! I did leave you! And I tried to get back for days and days!” I said as I shot up but Aunt Em stopped me.

“There, there, lie still now. You just had a bad dream is all.” She said as he gently placed me back on the bed before walking away to go get something.

“Can we come in?” I soon looked out of my door and peeking in were Freddie, Brian, Deacy and Roger. Roger was the first one to come up and kneel beside me as he said with that charming smile of his.

“Hey kiddo. How’s my best girl doing huh?” I smiled widely and cooed out Roger’s name as I cupped the side of his face smiling at him.

“When we heard what happened from Jim, we begged him to bring us back here. How are you feeling poppet?” Brian asked me.

“Just assure us that you haven’t forgotten our beautiful faces dear.” Freddie joked while Deacy playfully slapped his arm.

“Don’t go making it about yourself Fred.” He turned back to me and asked me, “Ignore him, poppet. You doing okay now? Head injuries are a nasty thing to deal with, especially when glass gets involved.”

“I’m fine. But it wasn’t a dream at all. It was a place. And you, you, you, you….and even you Mr. Beach were in it.” I said pointing out to the four band members as well as their lawyer. Mr. Beach hummed in interest and I said as I rubbed my temple, “But you—you couldn’t have been, could you?”

“We dream lots of strange things when we go through something traumatic dear.” Aunt Em said as she gestured for the boys to move away from my bedside and she sat down beside me.

“No, no Auntie Em. This was a truly live place. I remember that some of it wasn’t very nice, but most of it was beautiful. But just the same all I kept telling everyone was that ‘I wanna go home’. And they sent me home.”

Everyone minus my Aunt Em softly started chuckling. I sat him in my bed as I pleaded.

“Doesn’t anyone believe me?”

“Of course we believe you (Y/n) love.” Uncle Henry said. Toto who had now hopped up on my bed walked up towards me. I pulled him close and said happily.

“But anyway Toto we’re home. Home. And this is my room. And you’re all here. And I’m never gonna leave here ever, ever again. Because I love you Auntie Em and Uncle Henry and……oh Dorothy was right. There’s no place like home!”

I hugged Auntie Em as tightly as I could and buried myself into her chest as I closed my eyes and a wide smile spread across my face.

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oiralinsanity · 5 years ago

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The Blood Drop of Subcon

*I'm shouting out to @slimespecter, because I'm going to reference the best line they've written on a Moonjumper doodle in this chapter (At the end)*

Part 5

Moonjumper had been following his hatted companion around Subcon Forest for a while now, taking in the changed sights since he had last truly saw the woods. Sometimes, he would notice dark figures with glowing yellow heads peeking from behind trees and rocks.

Those must have been some of the Minions Snatcher had mentioned earlier when he told him how he and the hatted kid met. They must be frightened of him, probably because he hadn't been in the time they had been around. Wonder where he even found them? Moonjumper thought to himself as they came up upon the most strangest sight.

"What the hell happened to the Clock Tower!?" Moonjumper screamed, taking notice to the destruction.

"Yeah," the hatted girl answered. "Even I'm not sure how this could have happened. Time Pieces have never been reported growing this huge, and the time flow had been severely screwed with. I told Tim about this, he's sending a team here to study and hopefully repair the damage..."

"...As long as he doesn't forget." She added.

"That was the oldest tower in the forest," Moonjumper moaned. "And a giant hourglass just destroyed it!! Simply terrible!"

He placed his head in his hands, the clinking of his shackles echoing slightly.

"Are you ok?" The girl asked. "Do we need to move on to another area?"

"The sands of time usually wears down its keeper..." Moonjumper went off, appearing lost in his thought. "...But sometimes it chooses to bring about an abrupt ending."

"In other words," Moonjumper continued. "TIME'S A BITCH!!" He screamed, thrusting his arms down to his sides in frustration.

"Ok, moving on!" The hatted kid spoke as she began to push Moonjumper away from the destroyed structure and towards the Minions' Village.

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The kid and Moonjumper had made their way to the fork in the road, which led to the village on the right. Moonjumper, however, noticed that the bridge on the left was out.

"Say, kid." Moonjumper spoke up. "Why is the bridge out? Wasn't that where the village used to be?"

"Yeah, before Vanessa froze it up and killed everyone." The hatted girl remarked, causing Moonjumper to stare at her in shock. "I believe the bridge being out is to help keep Vanessa on that side, away from everyone."

"So everyone died during the flash freeze Vanessa created?" Moonjumper asked with grief.

"Ehh, kinda." The girl answered, shaking her hand quickly. "Apparently, they turned into Dwellers after they had died, like the ones over there." She pointed at the small group of masked spirits, floating about near an apple bomb.

They watched as one of them accidentally jumped into the apple, arming it.

"Oh dear!" Moonjumper winced, while the hatted girl remained unaffected. He noticed this behavior in her, and turned towards her. "Aren't you going to do anything?"

"Don't worry," the girl spoke just before the apple exploded. "This usually happens. Watch." Moonjumper glanced back at the scene to see the Dweller pop back into existence, as though nothing had happened to it earlier.

"And those minions you see around here," the girl carried on from the topic before the apple bomb incident. "Some of the Dwellers signed a contract with Snatcher, and he gave them bodies."

Moonjumper hovered in shock. How the hell would this girl, who was probably like 13 or something, know all about something that probably wasn't even recorded in history?

At least it was nice to know that his shadow half still cared about his people even in pseudo-death.

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"Snatcher?" The voice of a small child slightly awoke the shadow spirit. "Are you awake?"

The Snatcher swooshed his hand towards the source, hoping to push away the noise so that he could get at least some more sleep for a couple more hours, just in time for the Midnight Schedule.

"I think that might be a maybe." The voice of the old Prince's body spoke up. "I was somewhat of a late sleeper due to law school, always studying and what not."

Moonjumper turned to the hatted child. "Perhaps you should leave us be for a while. See if any of his minions need help with anything."

The kid went off into the forest after saying bye to the two spirits, and now they were alone again. The Snatcher looked at his former body.

"Huh," Snatcher remarked, gaining a glance from Moonjumper. "That's the first time she's ever left me alone by command!"

"Command?!" Moonjumper shot back. "I was merely making a suggestion. She is a kid, you know, they don't take too kindly to being told what to do outright."

The Snatcher grumbled to himself. He never did like being told what to do by anybody, and normally would had either popped their head off or gave them a harsh job if he was still in a somewhat good mood (Or placed them on "Vanessa Duty" if they were one of his own minions). But to be told by his old body on what to do? That was something he was unprepared for.

The Snatcher was so caught up in his thoughts that he had now just noticed that The Moonjumper had created a small cot out of red strings across from his lounger, and was now reading one of his books (Something about a team of mercenaries attempting to hunt down a masked justice murderer who could hold his ground with ingenuity and deception).

"Excuse me, what the hell did you do!?" Snatcher exclaimed, prompting the former body's immediate attention. "Why did you desecrate my own living space!?"

"I needed to rest myself, since I did tour the forest with the child," Moonjumper answered his former shadow. "And you're sitting in the only chair around here, so I decided to make this for now."

"Besides," Moonjumper continued, closing the book he had in his possession at the moment. "I need to know where I'm suppose to be living at, since I hopefully plan not to go back to the moon and that White Hell." Moonjumper shuddered at the thought of it. "And I believe the old Manor and its nearby village is off-limits until that bitch is dealt with."

He is right. The Snatcher pondered over what Moonjumper had said. Sending him back to the moon after all he had been through was a disaster waiting to unfold, and everyone, including those under contract (Unless stated otherwise or placed on the aforementioned "Vanessa Duty" if they were an unlucky minion), was barred from even venturing across the broken bridge that separated his territory from Vanessa's.

Now that he thought about it, The Snatcher didn't really have an idea of where he could house Moonjumper since he wasn't actually expecting to bring anybody back. His minions weren't comfortable being near Moonjumper at the moment, mostly due to his similarities to the former prince who had disappeared and subsequently died sometime before Vanessa's Flash Freeze, so he couldn't really set him up in a house near their village. The burning section of the forest was definitely out of the question (He had accidentally scared a Dweller into a pile of Bomb Apples, which was gathered in preparation of a Vanessa Attack, when he figured out how to summon powerful lasers. He was lucky the aftershock of the explosion caused an avalanche to reinforce the ice wall that helped kept Vanessa at bay), and there weren't many houses standing south of the swamp. Really, the only place available at the moment, and The Snatcher really didn't like doing this one bit...

...Was his own Hollowed Tree.

"Well," The Snatcher grumbled to himself for a moment, using this time to confirm to himself that this was the best course of action. "I wasn't expecting to house anybody this soon, so you might have to stay here for the time."

He continued however. "You are right about one thing though."

This caused Moonjumper to raise a non-existent eyebrow. "And what would that be, Snatcher?"

The Snatcher smirked, glad that his separated half shared his thoughts as well. "Vanessa is a bitch!" He bellowed.

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#A Hat In Time #ahit snatcher #snatcher #ahit moonjumper #moonjumper #ahit hat kid #hat kid #a mention of tim #mentions of vanessa #ahit fanfic #fanfic

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ending-tune · 5 years ago

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bevercges · 6 years ago

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💎💎💎 ( time for a favour repaid :) )

❝ Oh, Clyde? Clyde is great! I don’t know how we didn’t start talking much sooner. ❞ The other brunet would try to be more subtle about it but Scott was absolutely shameless in admitting his association with him (for his own misfortune, maybe). ❝ We have been friends for quite some time now, although I mostly have known him from playing superheroes. ❞ A pause as his green eyes looked at both sides before he set a hand beside his mouth and quietly added. ❝ I still knew some things about him before that, though, I know most kids in the fourth grade. ❞ But don’t tell others about that, he just likes being up-to-date with things.

❝ Outside of fighting crime Clyde is one of the most harmless kids I know. I mean- has any of us ever seen him fight anybody? I think not. ❞ He couldn’t say the same, most kids couldn’t say the same either, roughhousing is a normal thing boys do all the time!! But credit had to be given where it was due. ❝ I think he’s one of the only kids I can say that is legitimately cool; not only because he fights crime, which is always cool, but because he’s very social and nice towards everybody! ❞ Hell, and don’t get him started on his own, personal experiences with the guy – he could be talking all day about that – , but that wasn’t what he was supposed to do and so he continued.

❝ He has got… a sense of humor? It’s not like Jimmy’s comedic genius but you can tell he tries to be funny. ❞ Slowly, his eyes look down, his eyebrows furrowing and his foot tapping the floor as he was holding something up. ❝ …It doesn’t always work, you know, but I can tell he tries to be funny! ❞ He didn’t want to call him a tryhard because he was one himself. ❝ Actually, he does put a lot of effort in everything he does, that’s why Mosquito is so fun to work with. ❞ From the Captain’s point of view, of course, he’s just saying!!

❝ Ehh- I’ll be honest, I always feel a bit bad when I mention things about my Mom when he’s around. ❞ He scratches the back of his head as his tongue stuck out to mark up his awkwardness as he kept talking. ❝ My Mom will be busy and tired all the time, but at least she’s here. I gotta feel bad for Clyde for not having a mom himself just like I feel bad for Mole because he doesn’t have a dad, even if I know I cannot do anything about it. ❞ He couldn’t say that he understood what it was like to lose a parent – because, obviously, he couldn’t –, but that didn’t mean he doesn’t notice certain things. ❝ Let me just say: I will be strong, but living through that takes a different kind of strength and he has got it! ❞

The diabetic nods his head at himself, he had not done a bad job and he knew it. ❝ Those macaroons he gave me for Christmas were pretty good, I wonder if he made them himself or if he bought them… ❞ That was worth rising an eyebrow. ❝ Do you think that if I asked him he could teach me his secrets? Nobody knows about dietary tips and needs like me! ❞

@confithlete • Open Meme.

#confithlete #📁 • Ask.#🍹 • Scott!Post.#(Told you Scott is a loyal friendo.)#(I will get back to formatting stuff on my replies; I promise.)

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toasty-bat · 3 years ago

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yeah, i did try and potty train them as you can do that, but not everyone is gonna do it, but i tried and ehh…yea, it..did not go well at all. i bought a haybag for them so at least they're not wasting too much hay now at least and since they got a bowl with bigger sides to it, idk what its called, it has stopped. thankfully lol.

oh yea, it does sound better and safer considering it is a reptile and im thinking their skin is sensitive?

i gotta ask outta curiosity, has he ever bit you? or anybody? and does it hurt?

That sounds like it worked at least! I’m sure part of it helps that they’d want to localize their pee (maybe?) and not being able to get their butts up to a high walled bowl would help. Tbh I wish all animals were as easy (“easy”) to potty train as dogs but🥲

I’m not sure really, I mostly just don’t want to risk him inhaling any chemicals in what’s essentially a small box made to Prevent Airflow. Most websites or forums say that dish soap or 10% bleach solutions work fine too, but the vinegar works as a spray (and fades soon enough) so I stick with that.

He actually hasn’t! Ball pythons aren’t super prone to biting people, they get their names BECAUSE they curl into a ball when they’re scared instead of attacking. When he was new he would go to strike pose a lot, and at one point he did manage to actually swat me with his tail, but we’ve never had him bite :)

Ball python bites are (allegedly) only somewhat painful, because they have sharp teeth but their jaws aren’t super strong.

#question tag

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losersclubimagines · 7 years ago

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Poolside

Title: Poolside

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Reader

Type: Platonic | Romantic | Familial | Other

Warnings: ehh, none really, richie’s cute lil trashmouth

Summary: richie’s just about at his limit with stan dragging them to the pool everyday just to ogle at you, the lifeguard. so one day, he takes drastic measures.

Being a lifeguard wasn’t all it was cut out to be.

As you sat in the hard plastic chair, watching slightly sulkily at the kids having fun below you, splashing around and screeching with laughter, you found yourself thinking, “did I really do three years of training for this?”

Derry was a good town. You couldn’t remember the last time anybody had drowned - certainly not in your lifetime. Most of your shifts were spent blowing a whistle at boys catcalling you, breaking up petty fights and - unbeknownst to you - being gawked at by Stanley Uris every other day for the entire summer.

To his credit, he had been meaning to strike up conversation. The time just hadn’t come yet. He’d never particularly liked public pools - they were rowdy and loud and the stench of chlorine was overwhelming, but to stare at you for a couple of hours, maybe it was worth it.

Not to his friends, though.

Richie could only be occupied by girls in bikinis for so long before he began to complain the pool was lame. Eddie wore huge jelly sliders and never once touched the water, hissing with a blanched face that “people pee in there, Stan, and - and leave their plasters in there. Used plasters, all bloody and infected and-” he reclined on the poolside, curled up into his horror. They mostly let him be. Bill was a strong swimmer but he didn’t enjoy it too much, same as Stan.

But he did enjoy the view.

“It’s stalking,” Richie commented today, disgruntled that Stan had dragged them to the pool again.

“It is not,” Stan shot back irritatedly, dumping their bag full of towels and goggles onto the wet, tiled floor. “It’s not like I follow her home, or anything like that...”

“You’re right,” Richie amended. “That would require you to know where she lives. Or like... anything about her. Do you even know her name?”

Stan opened his mouth to retort angrily, then froze and let his jaw drift shut reluctantly, glaring at Richie with an annoyance that made it clear he wanted Richie six feet under.

“Didn’t think so,” Richie chuckled, and then before anyone could tell him to stop, reached out with both hands and shoved Stan over the edge of the pool, into the artificially-blue water with a splash and a half-yell.

“Hey!”

You started at the yell, cutting clear across the din of the indoor poolroom. You glanced down at a dark-haired boy your age - perhaps slightly younger - waving at you with both arms, then point to a mass of ripples and bubbles foaming in the water.

“My friend fell in - he can’t swim!”

Oblivious to the groans his two friends gave and, admittedly, slightly excited that you were finally getting some kind of action, you flew down the white plastic stairs, readied yourself at poolside, and jumped.

Almost immediately your hand closed on what felt like an arm - you tugged, already feeling the lack of air constrict your throat - it was the deep end after all, and the boy was near the bottom.

You broke the surface and pulled the boy up with you, arm catching onto the poolside as you inhaled sweet lungfuls of air with one hand still clamped around the boy’s arm.

He was your age too, fractionally older-looking than the dark-haired kid who’d alerted you, with hair that was probably curly when dry but now looked like scraggly rat’s tails hanging limply about his ears.

“You OK?” you eventually asked, hoisting yourself out of the water and squeezing your hair to wring out the water.

“Yeah.” He didn’t even look at you, cheeks bright pink in the fluorescent lights. “Um - thanks, I guess.”

“You guess?” you countered teasingly. “Would you rather have drowned?”

The boy shot a glare at his dark-haired friend, who had sucked his lips right in to hold back a laugh. “Actually, I can swim just fine.”

You glanced in surprise from him to the dark-haired friend, and cottoned on. An almost embarrassed silence slid over the small group. “I see,” you said with the smallest smiles. “So is this the part where I kick you out of the pool for inappropriate conduct?”

“Please do,” the bespectacled boy grinned. “I’m sick of this fucking pool - Stan only drags us here every other day to gawk at you- OW!” An elbow to the ribs from another boy in thick jelly sliders effectively shut him up.

You glanced back at the other boy - Stan - who’s pink blush had deepened to an almost painful wine-red. Unsure what to do with yourself, you let out a slightly awkward, breathy chuckle.

“I get off at half-four,” you told Stan gently. “If you wanna get out of here, or whatever.”

His head snapped up so abruptly you were surprised he didn’t get whiplash. “I - yeah, I mean - really?”

You laughed at his deer-in-the-headlights expression. “I like movies,” you told him with a grin, before sliding past and mounting your lifeguard chair once again, smiling to yourself under the fluorescent lights of the pool.

#it #it 2017 #it imagines #it fanfiction #it x reader #it imagine #it oneshot #stan uris oneshot #stan uris x reader #stan uris imagine #stan uris #stanley uris #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough

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