#ANYBODY ehh mostly

[onehundredgar]

not romantic or platonic but a secret third option. what is that, every time a pass the 1 year mark in any friendship i start feeling that. what is it. i'm going insane

[callsign-relic]

beast! wars! live! blog!

i finally got the time to sit down and watch more yaaaaaay <3

EP5

IS THAT FUCKING STONEHENGE (part 2)

scorponok fallin on his face after just standing around uselessly... best worst SIC.

CHEETORS LIL THUMBS UP

where that beam go......... "we might find out some day"

OH. NOW, APPARENTLY. it be probe time.

AH YES the- HUH?? HUH????? i was gonna make a joke abt this being the stone that kills you BUT THEN OP GOT FUCKING ZAPPED OUT OF EXISTENCE WHAT THE FUCK

"maximal...... TORTURE CHAMBER" Dinobot no,,,

Rattrap: "who died and made you prime?" well i mean......... OP did kinda get vaporised into nothing.

oh head??? WH. WHY ARE THEY COMIN OUTTA CUM POOLS why are the regeneration chambers for the Maximals some sorta pod and the Predacons have The Cum Pools

"Scorponok LOATHES Tarantulas and Terrorsaur!!" oh, so Scorpnok just has objectively bad taste i see (/j /j) I love the delivery on that line though ehdkfbdk

Megatron wigglin his little ARMS... his lil trex arms...

oh!! Dinobots SPINE is on the outside. and. it wraps around his crotch too???? i have many questions about the use of the animals internals as parts of their body/weaponry. mostly the question is "... why?" because surely thats. not necessary.

not that im complaining though. i think its sick as hell fhdkfbdk but im forever thinking about the guts gun now that you pointed it out and oh my god i realised that Dinobots tail is also the thing he flails around i think. is his spinny sword thing meant to be the bones of his tail....

comMANDER rattrap

theres smth sooo fucked up abt Rhinox's teeth being on his chest like that. why is Mouth on the outside.

WAOH?? he has a Machine Gun Saw Thing. What even is this weapon.

WHAT THE HELLLLLLL. it really is a mysterious probe... it disappeared into nothing.

i wonder when we'll find out the answer. surely not... next episode...? <- fully prepared to be wrong about this.

EP6

TERRORSAUR COMIN OUTTA NOWHERE AND EATIN THE DRAMATICALLY SOARING EAGLE HRJRLFJDKWNDV??

can he even eat eagles?

why is the energon deposit FLOATING...

i, Terrorsaur, am the new leader of the predacons!

i love that Megatron is just like. "this again?"

Megatron: guy who falls normally down cliffs (genuine)

OH SHIT HE JUST GOT DISMEMBERED?

im sure he'll be okay later but DAMN

Terrorsaur: "yessssssss..." >:0 is the yesss thing actually just a side effect of becoming the leader of the predacons...

Tarantulas is in charge while Terrorsaur is gone... Terrorsaur has a better taste in SICs I see- oop nvm that spider is off to do nefarious deeds.

Scorponok is a truly terrible SIC except for the fact that he's very loyal to Megatron LMAO

TBH. with how all the other Predacons are, that is a very valuable asset... too bad he's terrible at his job.

WAIT WHERES TARANTULAS GONE. ahrjdofhek OH there he is.

i lvoe that rattrap is just PUNCHIN Tarantulas. go get him my dude.

OH FUCK YES ITS TARANTULAS FALLING DOWN CLIFF TIME

I DIDNT KNOW IT HAPPENED SO EARLY

Tarantulas: guy who falls normally down cliffs!!! (lying)

EPIC. he makes so many fucked up noises.

WDYM THEYR JUMPING. its a floating island! that's exploding!!

"ehh you weren't so bad yourself. but dont tell anybody i said so." aw rattrap has a reputation to uphold...

tbh the jumping off of the floating island works pretty well for establishing trust between Rattrap and OP... i can get behind that.

EP7

OH?? stasis pod? time for new character?

i love dinobots transformation from beast to bot mode because it does just look like he goes to rip his chest open with his spindly little arms each time.

MOST awkward elevator ride with Dinobot and OP.

waspinator gets crushed by big rock like hes a cartoon character.........

oh no! precarious bridge over large chasm. surely nothing will happen to it.

what ARE they going to use to bounce the transmission to the pod???

OH SHIT Megatron actually has some really good plans. these are GOOD strategies that would probably work if everyone was better at their jobs

CASE IN POINT: Scorponok just standing there stupidly after Tarantulas gets shot to hell by the ships automated weaponry is SO funny my god.

like, he KNOWS whats coming. the TENSION though.

THEY BOUNCE THE TRANSMISSION OFF THE MOON?????

oh!! kitty... TWO

Dinobot's back in the maximal torture chamber!

oh Megatron REALLY couldnt trust them to get the pod huh. they are doing their best to get it open but their best isnt very good.

THE POD IS EMPTY. WHERE IS KITTY TWO.

Tigatron... :0!!! i like that hes mint coloured. minty fresh!

his voice compared to everyone else sounds So Normal its throwing me off shfjfbdj hes too Smooth... it's a REALLY nice voice though.

:0 hes gonna stay in the wilds to continue being a tiger... farewell sweet prince. until we meet again......

im begging u tumblr. let me use readmores in asks. i feel like these are all really long but SO MUCH HAPPENS...

- initiate

A NEW INITIATE BEAST WARS LIVEBLOG LETS GOOOOOO

Genuinely I was feeling stressed rn (the stresses are mostly over though lol) and this helped cheer me up so thank you so much HAHAHA.

I totally agree with you about being fascinated on how the designs work for this show! How they use every single piece of the animal for even their weapons, like Dinobot’s tail-sword! Which has quite a few different canonical names somehow which I found funny HAHA

TIGATRONNNN he’s finally here!!!! He’s definitely a calmer character than the rest of the cast so yeah I could understand why it’s a bit jarring at first! I love the detail that he feels more connected to his animal side than his bot side, so as he’s still a Maximal he works as their scout out on the field :] that way he can still be part of the team and be with nature!! I’m looking forward to seeing your reaction to more moments with him ehehe

And Scorponok once again is the worst SIC HAHAHA.

[thatropoenthusaist]

I have no idea if anybody is interested but I'm just going to dump this here since I don't really post anything.

So, fun fact, if someone is interested in the Little Club, sees this or something, Little Ropo x Jack (JaPo) is Ropo's most popular ship. Like genuinely, most fanfiction has Ropo x Jack. Which is so surprising to me in my opinion?? Because I just don't think they have a romantic connection? Now, this may just be because I rarely ever see characters liking a character unless they canonically do or blatantly are, but it just doesn't make sense to me. I don't know.

Like, Ropo and Jack care for each other sure, they would die for the other if it came to it. But I just can't see them more than best friends. I don't exactly know how to explain why, the ship is just ehh.

I honestly just feel like they are shipped mostly because them two hang out with each other the most. None of the fanfiction I have read has even made me consider it a good ship, and I have read a lot of fanfics of them being couples.

I had a bunch of reasons why I didn't like the ship, but I didn't write it down so I have no damn idea how to explain why they just don't seem to fit well liking each other romantically. I don't know, just my opinion on it, I guess.

[ohsoulymoons]

Pss Pss Secret Time

The reason I write a lot of polygamous relationships is because I got like addicted to researching it once many summers ago (I don't really remember but I was like oh this so good! Then I read a fanfic about it in another fandom, it seems so healthy and cute? I was like this could happened in world tour but then I was like poor Scott)

Then I was like thinking super hard about it I was like ehh Wamp fuck it Courtney poly with others I think fits her character or seems funny and healing experience for the most rule bidding citizen ever aka Courtney.

But mostly my brain gets mad because I was baby Duncan and Courtney fan since day one..

Anyway, that's my lore

I got fancied idea and fell in love with researching things I wasn't supposed to growing up and it rots my brain.

My little Christian child self must be proud of me trying to be more love thy neighbor shit I grew up with

But my traumatize teenhood in me wants me to bash my head because I have gone too soft and weak for changing and accepting others who they are and being like hah hell yeah, I guess? Let me study more? I don't not want to offend or hurt anybody anymore.

I am not the best writer of poly relationships or this fandom, I know this but at least I try.?

Most the time I don't know what I'm doing and hope for the best.

Also, I'm try being less toxic and stop writing my poor Duncan so awful. Or most of them so you know _toxic_ Hmm healthy Duncan?? OHHH SCARYYY?!

Soon Healthy Duncan and his angel summoning Courtney?! Now Duncan has dealt with many things in my wildest dreams in my writing and mostly dying.

Died.

Uh killing Courtney, taking Courtney from him by letting him watch her die, Scott gets Courtney, marrying Courtney off to someone or someones.

A pregnant Courtney with someone's baby to torture Duncan with.

What if?

Chill story and Duncan don't get body slammed by Courtney's partners like Brick, buried alive by Scott, Brody sending to die out to sea, Justin and Heather planning to make it seem like he tries to kill Courtney then prison for life. (This hasn't happened yet lol)

Maybe something wholesome and no all of the above?!

I THINK I SHALL WRITE MORE HAPPY CUTE THINGS FROM NOW ON AFTER I FINISH OFF THE OTHER STORIES

[runninguplenorahills]

Absolutely no idea who you are, saw the post you reblogged and thought ehh let's give it a shot, you see interesting and I probably follow you from when I had my stranger things phase or follow you because of one of my mutuals. Byler is canon. You seem like that type or person who sits in the back of the class and doesn't talk to anybody but I get that me too. Bye bye

Hahah, thanks for doing this even though you have no clue who I am 😭

I’d say that you’re very probably still following me from when you had you st phase. Or. Maybe. You just followed me on accident👀 Happens to me all the time where I scroll through tumblr and accidentally follow people haha.

I would say that in some ways I definitely am the person sitting in the back of the class not talking, but most of the time I’m that one dude who just destroys peace for no reason lmao. I rant So much and have to state my opinion and correct Everyone 💀

But idk, rn I’m mostly chilling and trying not to engage with the byler tag much. I unfollowed because the fandom pisses me off sometimes buuut yeah. I’d rather interact with people who get it anyway.

Bye bye <333

Tell me what you think of me

[galaxytittus]

OHHHH IVE GOT A QUESTION! so are pepper and nilla in an open relationship??? and if so how do they handle jealousy, if they are jealous people???

Oooh thank you for the ask this is a tough one! If you asked them that they wouldn’t know how to answer you and lowkey neither do I lmaoooo. So yes? but mostly no.

Nilla is a jealous person usually, the type to get upset if Pepper happens to have female coworkers. Pepper has always been very jealous but he hides it pretty well (it was always used against him by Remi, he’s kinda just learned to stop expecting fidelity at this point.) They are monogamous in a romantic sense. The only exception for them is sex with Alex specifically. Nilla understands there aren’t any feelings involved if Alex happens to sleep with Pepper. Pepper couldn’t care less about her and Alex CONSTANTLYYY sleeping together as long as they involve him eventually, which ehh they rarely do lol

Anybody else, though, and they’re killing each other 😳😳

[thecutestmonkeygirl]

She smiled warmly as he said he enjoyed his time around her, though she knew this was mostly just from her constantly teasing him. "I know its kinda lonely here for you, which I can really relate to in someway." she sighed softly. "This place can feel isolating especially when it's not your home and you don't really have the ability to go anywhere. It was rough for me for a long time but it's not bad now." she smiled faintly. "But having you here, even when I know you are sleeping, is still nice for me." she admitted softly though this turned into a fit of giggles as he told her to tie a bow on it. "Calm down. Calm down." holding up her free hand as she laughed. "We are not gonna go wake him up. I want him ta get as much sleep as he can. He was worn out last night." she said proudly. "Ehh? No no.. I couldn't and wouldn't. Its been something Coyote and I talked about. Neither of us are gonna sleep with anybody in this area. Too risky and people would run their mouths." she said with a roll of her big beautiful blue eyes. "Plus I can't let on that I am a demon and hiding my tail and ears would be nearly impossible."

Blood and Moonlight

Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"

@banditcoyote

[dirty-crimeboy]

catharsonist and dextective are the only mfers who can make me care abt royal poly trio

[awesome-crazy-person]

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.

[soulvomit]

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... 

[boognish-worshipper]

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

[idiot-children]

haven't been on this account in months plus i don't even post writing on here but Hey have some unnecessarily angsty self-indulgent bullshit sanders sides fic!! mostly just a vent thing but ehh I like Roman too much to care

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To Fall On Your Sword

TW for suicide, mild descriptions of gore, severe emotional distress (if there's anything else PLEASE let me know)

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Roman sank down into his room, wracked with violent sobs.  It was too much.  Too much.  He stared into a mirror - his room was full of them, just in case he got too separated from reality.  Just in case he started seeing things.  Because his reflection grounded him.  But now, all his reflection was doing was making him painfully aware of how unbelievably pathetic he looked.  Pathetic and alone.  Because he was, and he knew that now.  Thomas had given up on him, and at this point, staring into his reflection and desperately trying to make out something good, he didn't blame him.   He wasn't even a real side, no wonder he was so useless, maybe he should fuse with Remus again, maybe then he'd be a real hero, maybe then he'd be useful, maybe then Thomas would love him again- oh god, never mind the adoration, never mind the fame or the romance, he just wanted Thomas to love him.  That's all he wanted.  And now he'd never get that, and it hurt, oh god it hurt.  

He was bleeding.  He wasn't sure how, or when, but the mirror in front of him was broken, shattered on the floor, and his fist was covered in shards of glass and stained in his blood.  More than anything he wanted to punch the real thing, to let out his anger on something that deserved it, and maybe then he could finally bring himself to swallow his insatiable pride and become what he needed to be, what Thomas needed him to be. 

He settled for letting out a sob that was really more of a scream and falling to his knees, his face stained with blood and tears.  

He didn't care if anybody heard him.  What would they care anyway?  They had more important things, bigger things to worry about than the half-side with the hero complex having a temper tantrum like a teenager who'd just discovered My Chemical Romance and had decided that the whole world was unfair to them in particular.  And maybe it was.  Maybe the universe decided to fuck him over the second Patton decided that half of him - and, he really had to admit that Remus was part of him now - was too disturbing to exist.  Maybe the second he was deemed 'the good twin' the universe decided that was enough good luck for his whole existence.  He could feel the edges of dozens of glass shards beneath his knees, digging into his legs, he could feel them ripping open his skin from below; he took comfort in the sensation of hot blood running down his legs like paint, like some morbid art of his brother's design (although, come to think of it, what was the difference between his art and Remus's, anyway?).  His breaths came out short and unsteady, half of him desperate for someone to find him, comfort him, tell him everything's going to be okay, and half of him praying that this moment of irrefutable weakness could be something secret, something that maybe, if he could just find even the slightest bit of good fortune, he could keep to himself.

He only half heard Patton knock on his door, only half heard him call out empty comforts with that soft but oh-so painful voice of his, and, logically, only half completely pretended he couldn't hear him.  It took almost a minute for him to leave.  Roman couldn't tell if he had gotten the message, or if he had just gotten bored.  Either worked for him.  He didn't want to speak to Patton.  He didn't know who exactly he wanted to speak to, but it wasn't Patton.  He didn't want to be comforted.  He didn't want to have to act like he was feeling better only to go back to pressing down his desires and pretending he was okay with total self-sacrifice.  Because he wasn't, of course he wasn't, but he conceded that Patton had to be right.  Because if he was going against Patton, he was going against Thomas's morals.  And if he was going against Thomas's morals, that would make him evil, and he wasn't evil, he couldn't be evil, he couldn't let himself be evil; Remus was evil, his brother, not him, he wasn't like his brother, he wasn't, because he couldn't be, because he wouldn't let himself, because-

Deceit's words were still ringing through his head (he didn't have the willpower to call him Janus).  Maybe that was why, for a brief moment, he was so unshakably convinced that he was the villain.  Maybe just the memory of the betrayal, the vulnerability on his face made him want to throw up, made him believe, for that brief moment, that maybe he was in the wrong.  Like he had been with Virgil.  

Just like he had been with Virgil.

So maybe he was the villain.  Maybe he had always been the villain.  He was an adult, he could accept that.  He could accept that no problem, that he was... evil.  That he was in the wrong.  That maybe the mindscape would be better off without him.  Maybe Remus could do a better job after all.

After all, there was only ever meant to be one creativity.  He wasn't even supposed to exist.  Maybe... maybe if there was only one creativity, everything would be normal again.  Thomas would be happy.  That's what he wanted, right?  He wanted Thomas to be happy?  That was what was important.  That was the only thing that was important.  Not him, not his feelings, not his fragile self-worth, what mattered was Thomas.  So he made up his mind.

But if he had to go, he'd go out with a bang.

He considered ducking out.  Maybe it would be fitting, considering how he treated Virgil, to leave quietly in the same way he had planned to.  But they had gotten Virgil back, and Roman... didn't plan on coming back.  And then he looked at himself in the mirror, one of the mirrors that hadn't been shattered, and considered for a moment that the sword in his belt really hadn't gotten enough use.  Fine.  That was fine.  He could fix that.

He unsheathed the weapon with trembling hands, holding it out in front of him with the blade pointed towards his chest.  He didn't want to say he was scared, but then, he supposed lying to himself wouldn't do him any good anymore.  He didn't bother wiping the tears from his face.  It felt freeing just to be able to cry like this, nothing held back, nothing hidden or repressed.  He knew Patton would be upset.  He'd have to be.  It was in his nature.  But he'd get over it.  He'd move on.  He liked to think that Virgil would miss him, miss their back-and-forth, their playful teasing; that mopey emo was dear to him, although he'd never admit it to his face.  Logan wouldn't care.  Logan's job would be easier, without someone like him getting in the way of Thomas's health - and he supposed the same would apply to Janus.  And Remus... well, Remus would be free.  Free to do what he wants.  Roman supposed he deserved it, after so much time repressed.  And Thomas would figure out what to do with him.  This was for Thomas's sake, after all.  

He stared at the edge of the blade for a brief moment.  He could see his reflection, pitiful and tear-stained, as he forced himself to smile.  For the good of Thomas.  He took a deep breath.  His words came out firm, clear, but with an uncertain tremor to them, shaking in what could have been fear, despair, or anger.

"I'm not a hero."

He didn't scream as the blade pushed through his skin.  He didn't sob, or yell - nothing that dramatic.  He just gasped slightly as the pain choked every noise he may have had out of him.  He laughed slightly.  Blood seeped out from under his red sash, staining the white fabric as he collapsed limply to the side and closed his eyes.  

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He woke up to a voice.  Well, actually, several voices - all in whispers and hushed tones.  He wasn't expecting to wake up at all, so it came as a surprise.  But the second he opened his eyes, blinking a little to reduce the misted blur that obscured his vision, the voice of who he could only assume was Logan rang out through the room, right from his side.  The only thing that dissuaded him from the assumption that it was Logan speaking was the audible worry in his voice.

"Patton."  He heard soft, trembling sobs coming from the other side of the room.  He also noticed for the first time that he felt almost calm, and nostalgic, and the pillows underneath him were just soft enough that he felt like he could lie there forever.  "He's awake."

There was a moment of silence, swiftly proceeded by the familiar warmth of Patton's arms, wrapped around his whole body tighter than he had ever felt it before, like a mother's final hug to her son before watching him leave his childhood home.  He didn't say a word.  He didn't have to.  Logan cleared his throat.

"I appreciate that you're relieved, however, please refrain from doing even more damage to his-"

"Roman, what were you thinking!?"  He blinked a few times, just to make sure he was seeing clearly.  Why was Deceit so worried?  "Oh, yes, what an incredible idea, impaling yourself on your own-"

He winced.  Deceit's expression softened.

"Look.  I'm... sorry for yelling.  But if you think you could have gotten away with that without stressing us all out, well, I don't even know what to say to you."

He opened his mouth to say something, to retort, maybe, or just to apologise, but was stopped in his tracks by Logan.

"Don't speak yet, I'm not sure how much damage you did, and I don't want to aggravate any damaged areas.  I'm sure you understand."  He nodded, still dumbfounded by the fact that he was alive.  Logan cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses.  "I feel obligated to let you know that I agree with Janus.  What you did was an awful, irrational act, and I'm not going to lecture you on it, because I feel like you already know, but... Roman, when we found you like that-"

"He cried for three minutes straight.  Virgil timed it."  Patton smiled, over his own hiccups and relieved sobs.  Logan coughed.

"Yes, well, it was a shock.  For the record, Virgil cried-"

He was cut off by the sound of Roman being slapped straight to the face.  He blinked.

"Where did you even-"

"That's for making me worry about you, bastard."  Virgil said, looking Roman directly in the eyes so fiercely that Roman could almost believe he was genuinely mad.  Patton opened his mouth as if to object, but decided to just let Virgil say his piece.  "You don't just do that!  Jesus, Roman, you could have died!"

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm fairly sure that was the-"

"Shut it, Deceit."  He hissed.  Deceit shrugged.  "I couldn't care less what the point was.  You fucked up, princey!"

"Language!"

"Sorry Patt."  He smiled sheepishly, before turning back to Roman.  "You're lucky the snake got to you when he did."

Roman stared at the odd congregation.  He hadn't expected this.  He was bad for Thomas, he was a villain, he was so awful to Deceit, they had every reason to let him go, but... Deceit - no - Janus had saved him.  God, what was he thinking?  He felt his eyes misting up with tears as he watched the rest of the group argue.  But argue lovingly, as they always had.  He would have missed this.

And as he watched the others leave, on Logan's suggestion, so that Roman could get some well-needed rest, it was Janus who hung back.

"Just so you know?  What you did was not selfish.  It was self-destructive.  Which, arguably, is much, much worse.  So don't go blaming me."

He shook his head, smiling weakly.  Janus returned the gesture.

"Oh, and just for the record, your brother was here just before you woke up.  I told him I wouldn't tell you, but... I daresay he was crying much more than Logan."

He winked, before turning on his heel and walking through the door.  Roman smiled to himself once again, leaning his head back on his pillow and closing his eyes.

He would have missed this.

[witxh--bitxh]

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!! 😌🤍

[mirkwoodshewolf]

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 :)

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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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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.

~~~

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.

~~~

"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.

Beginning/Previous/Here/Next

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Was tagged by @carefree-criminal :D thank youu! 

Rules: Answer 17 questions & tag 17 people you want to get to know better

Nickname: Afmy, Menja (said like meh-nyah) 

Zodiac Sign: Scorpio

Height: about 162 cm

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Last Thing I Googled: hogwarts house quiz lol (besides that “istosmjerni motori s nezavisnom uzbudom”, which translates to DC motors... smth)

Song Stuck in my Head: Persephone by Tamino

Following and Followers: followin’ 272 and 202 followers

Amount I Sleep: ehh these days it’s been either 9-10 hrs or, like, 5-7 hrs

Lucky Numbers: don’t rlly have a lucky number but i like numbers 19 and 37 and some others

Dream Job: biomedical engineer (instrumentation) or baker

Favorite Songs: Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths and Just Breathe by Crooked Colours is what i’m feelin’ rn

Favorite Instruments: violin, kalimba, cello

Random Fact: learned that some ppl are literally unable to do the slav squat, also if you let your hamster out of their cage for a couple of days, they will find the comfiest place in your room and they will stash food there, and if that place happens to be your closet, they will munch on clothes to make the space more comfy  

Favorite Authors: if i had to choose, probably albert camus

Favorite Animal Noises: purring 

Aesthetic: notes and textbooks all over the desk, hot coffee, mountain paths, overcast skies, picking herbs for a herbarium, sitting in an empty church and soaking in the blessed silence (at least i wish, it’s mostly been the sort of ‘what is going on and when did i manage to finish 24 episodes of an anime’ type of mood, also rip healthy sleep schedule)

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