#I kinda hate pre-crash curly

[normal-girl-in-an-odd-world]

The more I've been looking into the story of Mouthwashing, the more I start to have conflicting feelings about Curly...

Because of this, I'm unsure of how to handle his character and story in Oddwashing...

Mostly because I view Pre-Crash and Post-Crash Curly as two completely different characters.

(God i wish i could articulate this better 😓)

[dykedvonte]

I hate the stretch lines in the front of Curly's uniform because that means the devs rushed to make a model in like a month or so and thought "They gotta at least know he has huge knockers, gotta know he's got back pain." Cause like what is the thematic importance of his tits having overhang?

What responsibility is that representing? Breast reduction? It shows an inherent greed in his character due to the excess and heshouldletmeholdone and that he clearly is blinded cause if he tries to look down his damn ladder all he's seeing is his own cleavage.

[bumblehoneybee]

I saw you take requests and I was soo happy!! I rlly loved that “easy smiles” Drabble u wrote abt curly n reader, so I’d like to request (pre-crash) having a late night conversation with him where reader is getting burnt out/struggling mentally and he can kind of tell? Romantic/platonic r both fine, maybe js some comfort from our fav captain? :) augehghh i want a hug from him so bad. if u don’t feel like writing this that’s more than okay, have a great timezone!! <3

You Can Talk To Me

He doesn't mean to catch you in such a vulnerable moment.

Curly only meant to get some water after hitting the john, but as he shuffles into the lounge, all he can hear is your shaky breathing. He blinks the sleep from his eyes, heart picking up speed as he spots you sat on the couch with your head tilted over the back, staring up at the ceiling.

You only notice him when he calls your name, stood at the edge of the couch.

"Ah," you snap your head up, obviously twinging the muscles of your neck, "oof." You rub the knots out, flashing a weak smile for Curly as he settles onto the couch next to you. "Aha. . . hi, Captain."

"Are you okay?" Curly asks, hands raised and unsure of what to do. Anya is asleep, and he's no real doctor himself, so the options for immediate help are limited.

"Oh, I'm fine." You waft your free hand at him. The lights of the fake window douse your skin in an almost sickly color, like all the blood is gone from your face. Your eyes look dull too. "Just, y'know. . ."

There's a long pause. Seems you can't think of anything to make an excuse out of.

Curly sits next to you, and tries to think. You've always been so. . . jolly, quick with jokes and ideas to lighten the mood. He knows you can't always be happy, but he's never been privy to the moments when your guard falls. This is a first for him, and he's surprisingly nervous.

He's comforted most everyone on this ship. He knows how to do it. So why does the thought of comforting you and doing it wrong scare him so much?

"You know. . ." Curly starts, frantically grasping at the words that are usually so easy. "I know it may seem. . . unprofessional, since I'm technically your boss-"

"You're captain." You agree with a nod that you immediately regret. The rubbing gets faster.

Curly huffs at you, burying amusement under concern. "You can talk to me. I'm higher up, but I'm not one of them." He gestures to the nearest poster of Polle. You shoot the horse a glare on instinct, but your face is quick to fall. "I just want you safe and happy."

The quiet returns, and with it his offer hangs heavy over the two of you. You stare down at your lap, hand still loosely clinging to your neck. Curly tries not to stare at you, but god, your eyes just look so. . . sad.

He wishes he could take your hand, show you he's here for you. But that wouldn't be smart, would it?

A heavy sigh rushes out of your nose. "I guess I'm just getting a little tired." Your face pinches as you say it, so Curly lets you piece your words together. "It gets repetitive, y'know? Everything is the same, day in and day out. I try my best, cause I know everyone here is feeling the same kinda stir crazy I am, but. . . I'm tired."

Curly lunges forward as your shoulders sag, palm pressed to the space between them before he can think better of it. "Yeah?"

"I miss plants." You tell him. "Trees, flowers, grass. I miss the sky and the sun. These damn monitors-" You throw an arm towards the screen in front of your both, face screwed up in disgust. "I hate them. They're not even close to something real. Hell, I'd take looking out into space over them."

Curly's thumb has started rubbing into the base of your neck without him realizing. He can't bring himself to stop, though.

"Back home, I could just visit somewhere new, meet new people, pet a dog and smell enough flowers to give myself asthma." You laugh a little at yourself. Curly smiles, and you return it, sheepish. "Sorry. I do like all of you. I hope I don't sound like I'm sick of ya."

"We like you too." Curly says with a pat on the back. "I get it, though. Days can blend together here, drive you crazy." An idea wiggles into his head, one he can't dismiss, even if it's technically against protocol. "If you want a change in scenery, I could show ya the cockpit?"

Your head snaps up again, and this time Curly is the one to rub the wince from your neck. "Really??" You flounder suddenly, and it strikes just how close he is to you. His face burns as he eases back, hand tingling from the touch of your skin. "I mean. . . if it's alright! I don't wanna impose if you're busy."

"Nah," Curly waves the worry away, "it's nothing. Hell, I could teach you how to fly, if you're interested?"

"Very much!" You chirp.

The lights dim further, probably a code Pony Express programmed to save energy while the crew slept. It didn't matter, though, for your grin and bright eyes lit up the entire damn spaceship.

You have never smiled at him like this before. Curly desperately wants you to do so every day, though.

"Then we'll do a lesson tomorrow." Curly says. He stands up, a hand offered to you. You take it, squeezing his hand before you let it go. "Try and get some sleep, okay?"

"Aye aye, Captain." You do a mock salute, striding off with a wave. "Sweet dreams!" As you pass through the door, you make sure to bow. "Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good night till it be morrow!"

With you gone, Curly lets a grin take over his face, hiding it behind his hand.

Seems he's getting some alone time with you tomorrow. He's going to be having sweet dreams indeed.

[iasirene]

Might make a longer post abt it but one hill I will die on is that Curly was also abused by Jimmy- before the crash and after the crash. Because of our culture of toxic masculinity, Curly probably justified it to himself: Jimmy was just “messing around and having some fun with me, you know- just stuff that guys do.” In the game, Anya and Curly respond to his abuse in different ways. Anya has a fawn response and Curly has a freeze response. It can also be implied that Curly has a hard time setting boundaries and it’s why Jimmy has been able to manipulate him- to use Curly as his personal therapist and punching bag, hating him because he perceives Curly as perfect and unflawed. I think people saw pre crash Curly as this ultra “Chad” kinda guy- he’s attractive, strong, and seemingly confident, and our unconscious bias makes us believe/has us forget that anybody can be abused, even people like Curly- there is no one box that victims fit into.

[blubushie]

have u seen/played mouthwashing? thoughts?

I'll be honest I have the tag blocked.

I don't hate the game or nothing, I'm sure it's great, but I look a lot like Curly pre-crash (blue-eyed, blond, with the exact same haircut except Mine's a little longer at the back cuz mullet, hell my fringe even parts the same way) and I'm also a burn victim so I'm sure you can understand my discomfort.

That said it's not really Mouthwashing itself that makes me uncomfortable but rather the fandom around it. From people giving a fucking human being dog buttons and thinking it's funny like he isn't dehumanised enough in the game (and the ableism by Jimmy kinda being a focal point of one of many reasons Jimmy sucks), to people saying Curly DESERVED to be disabled in the crash like disability is a fucking punishment of some kind that people must have earnt, to people saying Anya should keep the baby...

Also as a more-or-less recovering alcoholic (I'm managing ok) who's been desperate enough to drink hand sanitiser for a fix, uh... The whole "drink the mouthwash" thing strikes a bit too close to home. My ability to be tolerant of that aspect varies by the day though. The only shit I can't tolerate is the fandom and how it treats these characters. And yeah I know characters aren't real bla bla bla but I'm not talking about people writing fic or something I'm taking about how the fandom's behaviour is indicative of how they view rape victims and disabled people and people with substance abuse disorders and other marginalised people. You get it.

Oh and also the rampant infantilisation of Daisuke in the fandom like East Asian men aren't infantilised enough.

Or people showing Anya, a fucking nurse, hugging/touching a patient with third degree burn wounds. But that's more the doctor in me bitching about infection and how she's a nurse and would know better.

I think I could bitch for hours about shitty takes I've seen on my dash and all of my bitching pertains only to the fandom and not even the actual game. We're reaching levels of "dislike by association". Which I really try not to do because I think the game can speak for itself but if I see one more untagged Mouthwashing shit take on my dash I'm gonna start putting people in blenders and drinking it.

[worldsbestinterndaisuke]

INFO!

(this'll be updated sometimes.)

[HCs]

Daisuke Jaurez.

18 yrs old.

He/him.

Questioning his sexuality, but strictly talks about women.

Japanese and Hispanic mix!

AuAdhd

Clumsy when he's anxious..

Hates being babied. A lot.

Ambiverted — Sometimes he's burnt out. :(

Really awkward but tries to be welcoming.

No relationship experience AT ALL — But he tries his best to pick up women.

Tons of Hawaiian type shirts in his closet.

Smoking habit before the ship, but had to quit.

Sensitive but won't let anyone know.

Enthusiasm is a (harmful) coping mechanism for him.

People pleaser.

Random afternoon talks with Curly before crash, can't even bear to go into the infirmary post crash.

Admired Curly but after the crash moved onto Jimmy, unaware of his actions.

Not allowed to be in the kitchen since he almost used up all the sweetener for one meal.

Relations pre crash—

Curly; Secret admiration towards him yet always feels like he screws up around Curly.

Swansea; Wants to impress him so badly and looks up to him but feels a bit belittled around him. Still really likes Swansea.

Anya; Thinks of her like a big sister, loves being around her.

Jimmy; Thinks he's alright. Jimmy's always isolated so he can't build much of an opinion.

Relations post crash—

Curly; Full of pity and sadness for the captain, won't look at him and if he attempts to he breaks down crying.

Swansea; It's alright, but he's more on edge about screwing up now. Felt very guilty after making Swansea that drink.

Anya; Worried about her often, and mostly sees her when she has a break and Jimmy's giving Curly his pills.

Jimmy; Trusts him more, but something's off about him. None the less, he'll do what captain says!

[OOC]

Whats up!! This is kinda just a roleplay acc since .. Daisuke is a huge special interest I can't anymore.. I'm going to explode. This is an alt so I'm unsure if I'll check it daily!! My main is @randomdudenothinelse lol. It's an art acc/blog. I probably won't be posting art here. I am a minor so please no yucky/nsfw asks please. :( I also go by he/him. If you wanna know some more about me it's on my art blog! :P peace ..

[tulpar-navguy]

₊ ⊹ ᶻz !! "Hey, Dess speaking." !! ␥

"Hellohowdyhi, people of the internet! Im Dess, or Desmond, whatever, and im the assigned Navigator for the Tulpar ship!!"

"Im just here to talk and have some fun, so yeah! Maybe i'll draw too-"

"A few of the other guys are here too, so say hi to them for me-!"

ADDITION INFO ABOUT DESMOND.

GENERAL

Age : Early 30s, claims that he is in his late 20s.

Ethnicity : Dutch-Indonesian

Sexuality : Greyromantic Demiromantic Asexual

Gender : Trans FtM

Full Name : Athena Desmond

Likes : Watching documentaries about fish/reading books about fish/eating fish/consuming media about fish, doodling around, keeping track of the stars he came across whilst on the Tulpar, music, sleep, cooking (he's ass at it though), video games!, hoarding trash like it's treasure

Dislikes : idk uh very loud n obnoxious people that constantly ignores his boundaries. Idk he just the guy that sorta likes everything man, oh uh yeah he hates jimmy. Well conflicted feelings ig?

PRE-CRASH

Extremely sociable, he's like a combination of Basil and Kel from Omori.

Constantly checks in to see the others' condition, and he helps out with Anya a lot.

Mostly hangs out in the lounge room, playing board games (competitively) when not in the cockpit tracking the ship's route and making sure it doesn't crash into any space debris n stuff.

Gives everyone a lot of gifts! Even Jimmy!

POST-CRASH

Gets a lot more anxious and more easily intimidated. Tries to "help" more by doing what he's ordered to do.

Helps Anya with Curly. When Jimbo and her is not up to the task, Dess will guve him some painkillers.

Avoids getting into fights/needless bickering. And when i mean avoid, he deadass runs into the medbay if things are heating up. Talks with Curly a bit.

Talks with Anya more than Pre-Crash. He's worried about her.

Dont leave him alone with his thoughts.

RELATIONSHIPS

Anya

Dess loves talking to her! Provides a big sister figure throughout the entire duration of the delivery haul, and he just loves spending his free time with her.

He rates Anya a solid 10/10.

Curly

One of his close friends! Curly's the reason why he got into Pony Express in the first place (working on Dess' backstory rn SHHH it'll make sense later). If not Talking to Anya, Dess is usually shown conversing with Curly. Whether it be about life back on Earth, or just casual banter.

Dess also used to have a tiny itty bitty crush on him but it doesn't matter now.

He rates Curly a 9/10.

Swansea

Intimidated by him at first, but Dess loves to hear what Swansea has to say when they talk together! Also he thinks Swansea being a sneakerhead is pretty silly. He's an uncle figure for Dess.

He rates Swansea a 9/10.

Daisuke

Oh, whoozers, what a riot! Dess loves Daisuke's optimism and shenanigans. Talking with the guy is always such a blast, there's no awkward moment between them. Dess also makes a lot of doodles with Daisuke on his free time.

He rates Daisuke a 9/10.

Jimmy

Jimmy, oh Jim... Due to Dess being a part of Curly's friend group back on earth, they're both are also friends, somewhat. Dess thinks he's kinda funny sometimes, but... jeez, he sure is intimidated!

He rates Jimmy a 8/10.

OTHER MAIN BACKGROUND STUFF

Dess, or Desmond is the Navigator Officer in the Tulpar Space Freighter. He mainly works inside the cockpit, steering the ship when Curly and Jimmy is busy (Which is kinda rare). He's about 32-35 years old, and he absolutely LOVES talking with the others! You can usually see him talking to the others, sometimes he's a bit anxious about interacting, though. Sometimes.

He didn't want to be a Navigator in the first place, obviously. He wanted to be a Marine Biologist, or at LEAST an Aquaculturist, but alas, the winds of fate has led him to work for Pony Express.

He's a part of Curly's friend group back on earth, and that obviously extends to being friends with Jimmy. Curly's another reason why he decided to work for Pony Express too-

Anyways! If you talk about him about fish, chances are he'll think you're pretty cool.

FUN FACTS

Dess is Anemic!

Dess has prescription glasses, but he hates wearing them; claims that it's too itchy on the nose.

Posture problems. Slouches a lot.

He has callouses and scars on his left hand, but his right hand is almost untouched. The contrast is crazy.

Wears a wristwatch 24/7.

Daisuke gave him that star thing on his breast pocket.

Indie video game professional- ask him about any indie game, he WILL respond.

Very big fan of Team Fortress 2, ULTRAKILL, UT/DR, Hollow Knight, Nine Sols, Rain World, and indie games.

Has a WII console, NEOGEO mini arcade, FAMICOM, SUPER FAMICOM, 3DS, DS, and gameboy back on Earth.

Dess is multilingual! (Can speak German, Indonesian, Malay, and English! He's trying to learn Russian and Spanish next).

His all time favorite pokemon is Lucario! Always has been, always will be. His favorite starter, on the other hand, is either Poppilo, or Snivy. His favorite eeveelution is Leafeon.

AGH SKABOODLE hello howdyhey huzzle there!! my name's mod schnozz, the mod of this very awesomesauce blog

This is a mouthwashing oc blog. !!

if u want to interact, GO AHEAD. you're an mouthwashing oc blog? GO AHEAD. you're js a normal mouthwashing rp blog? GO AHEAD. you're an oc that's completely unrelated to moutheashing? GO AHEAD!! YOWZERS

anyways, rules are,,, erm, dont be mean n rude!! yeah!! im fine with any type of asks n all but just keep in mind that im a minor.

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EXTRA STUFF

[zorakoi]

mouthwashing OC (NO STEALING FOR THE LOVE OF. BALLS!!)

I hope I don’t butcher the writing with this, oml.

Name: Alder

Gender: Male

Occupation (on ship): Beginer Navigator/Communicator

(Estimated) age: roughly 20~?

Motives (what drives them): Urge 2 be like Jimmy, Love 4 stars and shit, need 4 little sisters college money

Death? (How so?): Death by alcohol poisoning

Why on ship?: Money, Jimmy is uncle (ew), likes space 

Relationships w/ other crew members (pre-crash):

 Anya : friends, Alder kinda feels weird abt her cus  Jimmy is like ‘HATE HAYE HATE’ and Alder is like whay no lemme find out abt her. 

Daisuke: positive!! Both r like cool friends since being beginner n stuff. They like eat tgther and r homies fr. 

Swansea: kinda like there. Idk they don’t rlly interact. Alder is kinda scared of him cus I mean. Swansea is kinda scary. Swansea thinks Alder is kinda bitchy cus he’s not like Daisuke and outgoing so he stays away 😭

Jimmy: oof. Okay so Alder is Jimmy’s nephew (Jimmy sister son). Alder went on the ship due to the ties with co-captian. He really admires Jimmy due to the bitches narcissism and savior complex. Jimmy tells Alder, Alder is like ‘yup I believe u.’ Also Jimmy just kinda sucks cus Alder’s mom (his sister) needs money and Jimmy is like ‘well this is the only way wow haha… also more ppl I pull means more money and fame for me so.’ Alder just falls for the savior complex cus he’s autistic 😕

Curly: same with Jimmy just not as intense. Obvi Jimmy has eras where he’s like ‘I hate you curly nvm I lobve u.’ So Alder is confused, just eating the bs Jim tells him. However with the more interactions he has w curly, the more he understands him, so it’s mostly positive? Curly finds Alder presence kinda weird cus the subject of family on board is kinda kooky, but Jimmy is like ‘pweqseeee’ so he’s like okay fine.

Relashionships after crash: 

Anya: basically the same. However since the dire situation, he tries to protect her cus he is a feminist yuh. Anya is still scared and paranoid cus she’s like ‘??? Jimmy’s nephew so ofc he’s gonna be shit.’ So it’s kinda poopy.

Daisuke: same bromance, friendship is tighter they still share food UEEEUEEEUEE. Alder and Daisuke spent their last days playing on the Gameboy :((

Swansea: Alder realized how much of a reliable guy he is and starts to trust him. He ends up becoming one of his children(?) and follows him around, much to the dismay/pride of the older man. 

Jimmy: nothing changed, only the increasing codependency of Alder seeking assurance from his reliable authority figure and Jimmy needing more ‘minions’ to carry out his tasks. He even fucking hits Alder when the poor kid can’t get up due to dehydration. When Alder ends up dying to the alcohol poisoning Jimmy is the first to find out but hides it and is like ‘it was his fault he was drinking all the damn mouthwash.’ Even though he ordered Alder to??

Curly: Alder has such a negative impact on curly due to Jimmys lies. He doesn’t even go near curly, mostly creeped out by him. He hates the chewing of curly cus he’s autistic asf and usually stays clear

Main traits :

Autistic. He’s like that guy from watch dogs 2. He is smart, knows shit, but can’t pick up social cues for anything. He tries to joke but it ends up kinda lame tbh 😭😭 but yesh. He’s stoic and tries to remain calm, but ends up needed a lot of support. So ofc he goes to Jim, but Jimmy kinda just. Hates him so is like ‘ok fuck you go kill urself.’ And Alder usually spends time alone and meal times with Daisuke. 

Backstory: 

Mom was poor, couldn’t afford a lot. Had to rely on Jimmy for money cus they were only family. So Alder grew up mostly with mom and then she was like ‘love u but go spend time with ur uncle.’ And she also needed the money cus his little sister needed college money and Alder was like ‘I love u both brb.’ So he joins Jimmy and boom. Intern but kinda based for capstolsm oh yeah.

Story timeline: 

He kinda just exists b4 the crash, but after the crash he steps up to try and find a way back. His hope mostly dwindles due to the situation. Usually Alder stands watch at the cockpit due to Jimmys orders. After the Mouthwash incident, Jimmy urges Alder to test the mouthwash due to the due date being so soon. Alder of course agrees, but due to Jimmy’s urging and manipulation, he ends up getting alcohol poisoning and dies in the hallway to the cockpit. Of course everyone panics, but Jimmy is determined to ‘be the perfect guy yadayadayada’ so he decides to ‘take matters into his own hands’ and cover the body somewhere else.

[lyricalporcupine]

Talking about how much they love the other to friends/family pls 😊

Here ya go! I did both Yasha and Beau and there is a time skip. I also got carried away with Beau’s part so oops lmao

~~~

“You’re such a fucking sap,” Molly cajoled.

Yasha smirked and shoved her friend, causing him to stumble a bit on the street. He laughed as he regained his balance and turned around to face Yasha, walking backwards without regard to the other people.

“It’s true, darling,” he drawled with his own smirk.

Yasha felt herself flush and knew her face was red to the tips of her pointed ears. “She makes me happy,” Yasha said simply with a shrug and soft smile.

“Ugh,” Molly exclaimed, turning with a flourish that allowed Yasha close the small distance between them to allow them to walk side by side again. “Why?”

Yasha’s soft smile grew. “She’s strong. She’s really funny. She’s smart as hell. She’s honest,” Yasha said with a chuckle, “even if it hurts.”

“She’s an asshole,” Molly countered, to which Yasha laughed.

“I like that she’s an asshole,” Yasha said with a shrug.

Molly smirked at her. “You would.”

Yasha bumped his shoulder and he bumped hers in return.

“Anything else,” Molly asked after a few moments. “What else attracts you to the grumpy one?”

Yasha was silent for a while, hands shoved into her coat pockets. She was quiet for so long that Molly figured she wasn’t going to answer. But then, softly, Yasha said, “She makes me feel safe.”

Molly stared up at his friend. He knew exactly what that meant for her and how important it was. He finally realized that, to Yasha, Beau meant something so precious to her. Something Yasha had been looking for for years that Molly himself had tried to give her. Beau, to Yasha, meant home.

He huffed, his breath drifting up in front of him as steam in the cold air. He linked his arm through Yasha’s and pushed into her side. “You love her.” It wasn’t a question.

Yasha gave a small nod. “So much.”

Molly heaved a dramatic sigh. “Does this mean I can’t tease her anymore,” he asked with a pout.

Yasha chuffed. “She’d probably think you were sick if you didn’t bicker.”

“Well I am all about keeping up appearances,” he said with a self important sniffle.

Yasha laughed outright. “You’re an asshole,”’she said with all the affection she could muster for the tiefling. Which was quite a lot.

“Yes, I am,” he agreed happily. Then he smiled up at her. “But you like assholes. Remember?”

Yasha smirked down at him before kissing him on his horn. “Yes, I do.”

~~~~~~

It was a rare event that Beau visited her parents. She hated doing it, mostly because of her father. But she went, at least once a month, just to see TJ. Beau’s disdain for her parents wasn’t his fault and Beau hoped, that by spending time with him that he wouldn’t pick up their shitty attitude. As the years trudged on, TJ, thankfully, didn’t seem to be anything like their father.

Instead, much to their parents’ chagrin, TJ had instead picked up his sister’s mannerisms, quick wit, and snark. And as a pre-teen, it was only getting worse. Or better, if you asked Beau, who encouraged him.

Despite this, their parents would allow TJ to visit his sister for a week or so, mainly during the summer while school was out. He’d pack a bag and all but run to her car when she showed up and throw himself at her.

Now they sat on the floor of Beau and Yasha’s living room, playing a racing game TJ brought with him. They were neck and neck, tied in their wins. This was the last race and as

Beau was poised for a victory, Yasha walked out of the bedroom and kissed the top of Beau’s head, which caused her to completely forget the game and crash into a wall as she turned her attention to her fiancé.

“I’m meeting Molly,” she said as she checked her purse. Yasha wore a sun dress, something she didn’t often wear, and turned to smile at Beau and TJ when he turned to look at her after crossing the finish line. “I’ll be back later. I was thinking burgers for dinner?”

TJ’s face lit up. “And milkshakes,” he asked hopefully.

Yasha smiled and walked over to ruffle his slightly curly and very shaggy hair. “Only if you let Beau win,” Yasha teased.

“Oh, nevermind then,” he said and turned back to the tv.

“You little asshole,” Beau said with a laugh.

“Beau!”

“What,” Beau asked defensively. “He knows I’m kidding!”

“I know she’s kidding,” TJ echoed.

Yasha sighed and bent to kiss Beau. “Behave,” she said as she headed for the door.

An echo of “No!” followed her out the door.

Beau and TJ smiled at each other as he picked a new game and Beau set her controller aside, content to watch him play.

“Dad says you’re engaged,” TJ said as he got up and shuffled through his games. He looked over at Beau as she relocated to the couch.

“Yuppers,” she replied. “I was gonna talk to you about that, actually.” She smiled at him and asked, “Want to be a ring bearer?”

“I can’t be your best man,” he asked with a grin.

Beau laughed and raised up her arm, flattening her hand, palm down. “Sorry, you gotta be be at least this tall.”

He glared and flipped her off. She only laughed harder which caused him to smile. “Sure, I can be a ring bearer.”

“Excellent,” Beau said. “Yasha will be thrilled I finally asked.”

“When’s the wedding,” he asked as he finished picking a game and came to sit beside his sister, picking up his controller on the way.

“Next fall,” Beau answered. “Yasha likes the colors.”

“Neat,” TJ replied. “You and Yasha have been together a long time.”

Beau chuckled. “You sound like my friends. They think it’s overdue.”

TJ shrugged. “Maybe they’re right.”

Beau shrugged back. “Eh, we got there in the end. All that matters.”

“You inviting Dad,” TJ asked.

“Well if you and Mom are gonna be there, kinda have to invite the old man, too,” Beau said.

“I could accidentally on purpose break his leg so he has to stay home,” TJ offered.

Beau laughed. “Then you and Mom would have to stay home and take care of him.” She gave him a sideways smile. “Thanks for the offer, though, little brother.”

“Anytime,” he said with a laugh. “So, who asked who?”

Beau smiled and flashed her left hand and waggled her fingers until TJ turned to look at the small blue diamond on her ring finger. “She did.”

TJ looked at the ring then up at is sister. “She has poor taste.”

Beau’s mood fell a bit. “Like you’re some ring expert.”

“Not the ring,” he said. “You.”

Beau made a squawking noise and shoved TJ’s shoulder. “Fuck you!”

He laughed as he fell onto his side. “Fuck you, back!” He never paused in his game.

TJ eventually sat back and smiled. “So,how did you know?”

“How did I know what,” Beau asked.

“How did you know she was ‘the one,’” he asked, laying his controller down to air quote.

Beau smirked. “Really want to know? It’s sappy shit.”

TJ shrugged. “I mean. I did ask.”

“Fair.” Beau repositioned herself and draped her leg over the couch arm. “I always thought she was hot, ya know?”

“She is very pretty,” TJ cut in.

Beau smirked. “I’ll be sure to tell her you said that.”

TJ whipped around to face Beau, his dark skin turning darker with a blush. “Don’t you fucking dare!”

Beau laughed and gently nudged him. “Don’t be a shit and maybe I won’t.” TJ pouted at her and Beau laughed harder. “Anyway. She’s always been hot. And she’s sweet as hell. A literal fucking angel, ya know?”

TJ was nodded like he did, in fact, know.

“But there was a moment, so fucking small, that sealed the deal,” Beau said with a dreamy sigh.

“What was it,” TJ asked, finally pausing his game and turned to Beau, wholly focused on her and the story now.

“We’d been dating for a few months,” Beau continued. “And while out doing some errands, we decided, on a whim, to stop at this antiques store. Nothing there caught my eye,” Beau said before quickly standing and heading over to a bookshelf next to the tv. It held books, of course, but also a few knick knacks. Beau reached for a small clay figurine of a dog, one of a set of five, and turned back to TJ.

“She bought this set of dog figures,” Beau said, a dopey grin on her face. “She had been so excited to have found them. As excited as if they’d been real dogs.” Still holding the figure, Beau walked back over to the couch and sat down and handed the dog to TJ to look at. “You don’t really remember, cause you were still pretty little, but Yasha used to be really standoffish. She was quiet and didn’t talk much.” Beau smiled at her brother. “You fell in love with her immediately, nearly forgetting all about me when we came to visit.”

TJ blushed at Beau’s words.

Beau smiled warmly at him. “That was one of the first times she really came out of her shell.” Beau’s eyes slid shut as she recalled the memory, a large grin on her face. “She was so beautiful in that moment.” Beau’s eyes opened but she didn’t seem to really see TJ in front of her, still lost in her memories. Then she blinked and her eyes focused. “It was one of the cutest fucking things I’d ever seen. The way she lit up, little brother. Brighter than the sun.

“That’s when I knew I would spend the rest of my life with her.”

She smiled at her brother, who simply stared back. He finally handed back the clay dog and nodded. “You were right.”

Beau took the figure and cradled it to her chest. “About what?”

“It really was sappy shit.” Then he smiled at her.

Beau launched from her spot and tackled him, lightly pinching his shoulder as she sat on him.

They eventually came apart, laughing and sweaty from their tussle. Beau put the figure back on the shelf, grateful it didn’t break, and sat back on the couch. TJ went back to his game and they were content in their silence.

Finally TJ said, “I’m really happy you have Yasha. And I’m happy she has you, too.”

Bea smiled and ruffled TJ’s hair. “And I’m happy you’re here, too. We both love you.”

“Ugh,” TJ groaned. “Stop.”

Beau laughed and turned back towards the tv, happy with how her life had shaped up to be.

[stars-and-rose]

a.s.h.es, ashes (we all fall down) chapter one

Jesus take the wheelie HERE WE ARE

(huge thanks to @broadwaytheanimatedseries​ for helping me with some of the finer/ kinda fucking important details for this fic! and shoutout to @fuzzylittleb​ for editing this for me!)

Fandom: Thomas Sanders/Sanders Sides

Pairings: Eventual Logicality, Eventual Prinixety, RED (Remy/Deceit/Emile)(it’s pre-established but it’s in the back seat for a bit), So much platonic Analogical and Royalty oh my god-

Summary: After a recuse gone wrong, SuperHeroes Logan and Virgil find themselves with mysteries on their hands- but most importantly, who in their organization A.S.H. wants Logan dead.

Word Count:4,506

Trigger Warnings: Fire, Injuries, Unconsciousness, Panic Attack, Violence, Cursing 

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Chapter One: Smoke in Your Lungs

Pushing open the glass doors, Logan Cosmos scanned the busy café. He adjusted the bag over his shoulder as he walked towards a booth in the far left corner. When he sat, he snapped his fingers in front of the boy seated across from him. The startled boy jumped, pulling off his headphones and glaring at Logan.

"Hey! You didn't have to do that."

Logan cocked an eyebrow. "Really? You were wearing your noise-canceling headphones, Virgil."

Virgil Tempest shrugged. "They aren't exactly noise-canceling. I mean, for anyone else, I'd bet they would be but for me-"

"Your abilities get in the way?" Logan finished in a hushed tone.

"Yeah. One of the many woes of being a Super. Anyway, how was your class?"

Logan groaned. "To put it simply, my professor is a dumbass."

Virgil winced. "Ooof."

Then Logan sighed, leaning against the table. "Well, a positive. We do not have a mission tonight."

"Thank god."

"Negative: We still have a patrol."

Virgil groaned. "You win some. You lose some. I'm going to need caffeine for this, I'll go order."

   Logan glanced at the cash register, where a green-eyed boy was handing an older woman a muffin. "Ah, he's working today."

   "Yeah. He's annoying, but I'm more comfortable around him. It makes ordering less stressful when I crack a bad movie joke and he fires one right back." Virgil replied, standing from the booth.

   Logan nodded, watching as his best friend walked away. He was so proud of Virgil, he didn't know how to put it into words. Watching Virgil battle his anxiety- watching Virgil win the battles with his anxiety- made Logan smile. As much as being a Super was difficult and tiresome and vexing, at least joining A.S.H. had given Logan his best friend. Through long nights and battle scars and mental breakdowns, Logan and Virgil managed to keep each other in one piece.

   As Virgil ordered a dubious amount of caffeine and battled the cashier over some hidden plot in a children's movie, Logan pulled out the tablet A.S.H. provided its Supers, digging it out from under his textbooks and notebooks. A flick of Logan's wrist turned the device on. Another flick opened up a map of their city. Sure, Logan could have done it manually, but sometimes the ease of using his abilities made the irritation of having them dissipate a bit. Logan drew his fingers over the screen, mapping out the area the duo would have to patrol that night.

   A few minutes later, Virgil sat down, pushing a large drink across the table to Logan. Virgil barely touched the thing, yet it nearly fell off the table. The grey-eyed boy glared at the cup, and muttered a phrase that was probably "Fuck super strength."

   Logan let out a hum and took a sip of his drink, which was the same London fog latte he always ordered on patrol days. Virgil chugged his espresso, then looked down at the map. "Where do we gotta patrol?"

   "Few blocks in Southside. It's a residential area, mostly apartment complexes and a convenience store." Logan replied, zooming in on the map.

   "Crime rate?"

   "Pretty low. A mugging a few weeks back, and other crimes of that sort."

   Virgil let out a sigh of relief. "Easy night. Thank god. I have a gig tomorrow afternoon, and honestly, I don't know if I could go through with it if we had a rough night."

   Logan arched an eyebrow. "Another wedding?"

   "Another fucking wedding. I hate weddings, Lo! Overpriced and tons of strangers."

   "Well, usually wedding guests don't hold much conversation with the photographer. Also, some of the expenses of a wedding go to the photographer. Besides, you only need to continue doing these gigs until we retire from A.S.H."

   Virgil ran a  hand through his messy dark hair; Logan could see the blonde roots Virgil hated so much starting to peek through. "Speaking of A.S.H…." Virgil lowered his voice. "Have you found anything?"

   Logan leaned across the table a little more, suddenly aware of how busy the café was. Too many people meant too many ears, and too many ears were too big of a risk.  "Some files of old SuperHeroes who died in combat or retired, various recordings of meetings, and a few marked-up articles, all written by the same guy. Why are you so invested into looking into A.S.H.'s files, anyway?"

   Virgil shifted in his seat, his eyes flitting around the room. "Just a hunch, okay? I feel like something's up."

   The first time Virgil had brought up looking into the organization's files, it had been late at night during a patrol. Logan had tried to convince Virgil there was nothing that A.S.H. would be hiding, but the other Super was invested in the idea. To calm Virgil, Logan had started using his abilities to hack into A.S.H.'s database. At first, it had been simply to placate Virgil, but Logan had been digging for over a month and had only come up with a minuscule amount of information. There was more information, all of it heavily locked, and now Logan's own curiosity and pride were invested in decoding all the files.

   Logan glanced down at the clock on the tablet. "We should make our way to Headquarters. Our patrol starts in less than an hour."

   Virgil huffed, taking another sip of his drink and shifting in his hoodie. "Can we walk? I really don't feel like taking the bus."

   Sliding out of the booth, Logan nodded. "Some fresh air would be nice. Do we need to stop at your apartment for your medicine?"

   "I have backups with my suit, I'll take them when we get there if I need to."

   Leaving the cafe,  they walked through the streets of Azotha to the A.S.H. Headquarters, only stopping once for Virgil to capture a shot of the sunset's light reflecting off a skyscraper.

For the second time that day, Logan opened a pair of glass doors, holding them open for Virgil. The lobby of A.S.H.'s headquarters was mostly empty. The only people in the room were the receptionist who was playing a game on his phone and a pair sitting on the bench. Logan recognized them: a set of first-year partners he and Virgil had helped train. Eliza was a flyer and her partner Kris was the human equivalent of a magnet. Eliza was holding an ice pack on Kris's forehead, angrily scolding them. After quickly checking in quickly with the bored receptionist, Logan and Virgil made their way over to the younger SuperHeroes.

"Is everything all right?" Logan asked.

Kris looked up, their eyes gleaming despite their injury. "You'll never guess what happened! I ran into Knight and Nova!"

A panicked looked passed from Virgil to Logan. Knight and Nova were labeled the most dangerous SuperVillains of their time. The duo had been active for five years, and not a single Super had been able to catch them. A.S.H. sent missions to search for the SuperVillains constantly (Logan and Virgil had been assigned to that particular mission a few times) and yielded no results.

The strangest part was, Knight and Nova didn't associate with other SuperVillains, nor did they cause large scale destructions. They were a mystery, striking every few months, stealing from a major corruption or leaving cryptic warnings in the mayor's office, then disappearing again. They were an enigma, an enigma Logan wanted to solve.

Virgil did a quick scan of Kris. "Did they hurt you?"

Eliza sighed, "Not exactly. Kris, tell them how you got hurt."

The younger Super pouted, an embarrassed flush covering their cheeks. "Well, we found them on top of the Whynter Building, right? We didn't know what they were doing but they were unprepared so we attacked them!"

"I didn't attack them, that was Kris on their own!" Eliza complained. She pointed at her partner. "They thought we could capture the SuperVillains by ourselves."

"I surprised them, and the SuperVillains flew down into the alley. Knight used his abilities and I got confused. I thought I was chasing after Nova, but in reality, I crashed into a wall."

A beat of silence, then Virgil let out a laugh. "You crashed into a wall?"

"They crashed into a fucking wall." Eliza huffed. "Fell for one of Knight's illusions."

"To be fair," Kris said, moving Eliza's hand and fixing the ice pack on their forehead. "Other people, older and higher ranked people, have fallen for Knight's illusions too. They're so lifelike it's hard not too."

Logan bit his lip. "But neither of them injured you directly?"

"Nope!"

Eliza twisted a lock of her curly hair around her finger. "Knight actually looked apologetic, watching this loser slam into the wall."

Logan glanced at Virgil, who had his nose scrunched up in concentration. Most SuperVillains would have taken the opportunity to take out a first-year SuperHero before they could truly harness their powers. But not only did Nova and Knight let Eliza and Kris go, but they didn't try to hurt them either?

That was something to think about later. Virgil and Logan had to get suited up for their patrol.

"Take care of Kris, Eliza. Vee and I have a patrol to go on." Logan announced.

Eliza mock-saluted as the older SuperHeroes walked away. Logan glanced at Virgil, "Elevator?"

"Yeah."

Luckily no one else was riding the elevator, so they got the tiny shaft to themselves. Logan pressed the button for the fourth floor, and the doors slowly shut behind them. Music Logan swore was older than the building poured out of an old speaker. Virgil glared at the speaker as if he was trying to make it explode. Luckily for the janitors, Virgil lacked that ability, and the doors opened before Virgil could decide to smash it.

The fourth floor was a little bit more active than the lobby, with a few Supers suiting up for patrols and missions, and a few more packing their bags and heading home. Logan led Virgil to their lockers, placing his palm against his, while Virgil did the same next to him.

The touchscreen connected to his locker opened, and Logan grabbed the black material hanging in it. If Logan ever took over A.S.H., the first thing he would do was change the uniforms. First of all, the material was irritating, which made fighting uncomfortable. Logan swore he had more welts from the fabric of his uniform than from actual combat. The suit was built for protection though, not comfort. That aside, each uniform was identical, making it difficult to tell the difference between Supers. Each SuperHero had their unique logo stitched right above their hearts, but could you see that during a battle? No. Not at all.

As Logan pulled the suit over his clothes, his fingers brushed over his logo. Virgil had designed it for him. It was the letter G, and Virgil had designed it to look like the letter was glitching, to associate with Logan's codename. Virgil's own logo was a spiking heart rate, stitched into his suit with careless caution.

"Lo? Can you untangle my earpiece?" Virgil asked, struggling to pull up his suit. Logan sighed and grabbed the communication device hanging from Virgil's locker. Logan had not an inkling of a clue how, but Virgil had managed to get the earpiece twisted with his eyepiece.

"Virgil? How- how did you mess this up so horribly?"

Virgil sighed, zipping up his uniform. "I just threw it in there on Monday, I don't know how it got so tangled!"

Logan groaned, finally pulling the pieces apart and tossing them at Virgil. His friend caught them with ease (damn his powers). Logan pulled on his own, untangled eye and earpieces, snapping his eyepiece on his glasses. Then, he snapped his finger to activate both pieces. Virgil rolled his eyes, manually turning on his equipment. "We online?"

"We are indeed."

Virgil gave Logan a wicked smile, his teeth flashing in the electric light. "I'll beat you downstairs."

Then, Logan blinked, and Virgil was a blur in the corner of his vision. A swear escaped Logan's lips and he closed his eyes, picturing the outside of the headquarters. He felt the familiar fizzling in his gut, and when Logan opened his eyes, he was standing outside with the night breeze blowing in his hair.  Seconds later, the glass doors next to him were thrown open, and Virgil skidded to a stop next to him. "Damn the people on the stairs."

"We're making excuses now, Vee?"

"Damn you too." Virgil flashed Logan a set of double-birds.

"If you kept doing that, I'm not going to let you teleport with me to our patrol location."

Instantly, Virgil had his arms thrown around Logan's shoulders. "No, no hey, you're my best friend Lo! I love you!" He announced, dragging out the 'o' in love.

Logan rolled his eyes, a fond smile forming on his lips. "You only love me when you need something from me."

"If that was true, would I have shown up at your house with mint-chocolate chip ice cream when NASA released the black hole image and you freaked out for three hours?"

Instead of responding, Logan pictured the convenience store he'd seen on the digital map earlier. Virgil yelped and dug his nails into Logan's shoulder as the two of them teleported.

"Hey!" Virgil snapped. "That wasn't cool!"

"My apologies."

"Hmph. For that, I'm taking the eastern side of this sector."

"Why?"

Another wicked grin passed over Virgil's features. There are fewer buildings on the Eastern side. Less work for me.  Stay out of trouble, Glitch."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Same to you, Adrenaline."

Virgil gave his partner a mock salute, before speeding off into the distance. Logan watched him go, then pressed his fingers against his eyepiece. A map of the western side of the sector glowed to life in his vision. Logan zoomed in on an apartment complex, memorizing its features, then teleporting there.

The patrol was uneventful. For the past three and a half hours, Logan teleported from rooftop to rooftop, searching for any suspicious activity. With only thirty minutes left on patrol, Logan was sitting on the rooftop of a building, mentally going over the notes his physics professor had given that day.

Then, he smelt the smoke.

Instantly Logan was on his feet, eyes searching the horizon as a scream echoed from a nearby building. Smoke was pouring out of an apartment window, and flashes of red and yellow were visible through the smoke. Logan concentrated on his comm, turning it on. "V- Adrenaline?"

"Issue on your end?" His best friends voice crackled through the comm.

"Fire. Anderson Street, third building on the left. Requesting back up."

"On my way, Glitch."

Logan shut off his comm, glancing at the ground below him and teleporting down. He spirited down the street, stopping in front of the building. The flames were starting to grow, and people were running out of the complex in a panic.

Logan didn't have the time to explain he was with A.S.H., which was against protocol, but if he did, he would have lost valuable time. Logan entered the building, gagging on the smoke in the air. The first floor was clear but on the second floor, Logan found a younger girl trapped behind a cabinet. Teleporting behind it, Logan knelt next to the girl. Her dark eyes were wide, and she was shaking.

"I'm going to assist you, may I lift you up?" The younger girl stared at him for a brief moment, then gave him a brief nod. Logan scooped the child into his arms, and she gripped his arm tightly. "Close your eyes now, all right?"

The girl obeyed, and Logan teleported them outside. The girl opened her eyes, staring at him with wonder. "You have magic?" She whispered in awe.

"No, it's a gene-. Nevermind. I do indeed have magic."

The girl's eyes widened with glee, but before she could reply, a man ran up to them. "Alina, darling!"

The girl looked at the man and smiled brightly. "Daddy! The magic man saved me!"

The man gave Logan a small smile. "Yes, he did. Now the magic man has to go save other people, okay?"

The girl nodded, and Logan handed her off to her father. The man muttered a quick, "Thank you," into Logan's ear before he walked away with his daughter.

Logan teleported back into the building when his comm was activated again. "G, there are a few more people on the fourth floor; there was someone on the third but I got them out. " Virgil announced.

"On it." Logan dashed through the building, making his way up the stairs until he reached the fourth floor, which was where the fire started. The heat was biting and ash started to stick to his clothes. Logan hesitated, looked around for which room held the most flames.

That was his mistake.

A cracking sound filled his ears, and before Logan could turn around to see what it was, something hit him in the back. Logan fell to the ground, his body held down by something heavy. He squirmed, trying to get free from whatever was holding him down, but he couldn't. He tried to teleport, but his mind was too frazzled from the hit and the heat to form the image Logan needed to teleport. Using the last of his concentration, Logan activated his comm, connecting with the A.S.H. Headquarters.

"This is Agent Glitch." He wheezed out. "I'm requesting back-up. There's a fire... I'm trapped in the building and my partner cannot get everyone out on his own."

Radio silence. Then a faint, "Cut him. He was getting too close to the truth." Static filled his ears, and Logan tried to reconnect to the comm, but the other end had severed the link. Understanding filled Logan's muddled brain. A.S.H. was leaving him to die.

Logan struggled against the weight on his back, but he was getting sluggish. The flames were closing in, the heat starting to overwhelm him. A hoarse scream roared from Logan's throat, but he doubted he could be heard over the roaring fire.

This was it. Logan was going to die.

He laid his head against the burning ground, gasping for air. He was going to die. He was going to die. Who would grieve him? His poor mother, who'd been abandoned by everyone else in her life? Virgil, who had just started getting to a place in life where his anxiety was livable? His friends from college? The other superheroes from A.S.H.?

The flames were closing in. Logan closed his eyes, accepting his fate. Before the flames could reach him, he heard a crackle of energy, and a soft, "Don't worry, I got you."

Then, the heat become too much, and Logan passed out.

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Beautiful blue eyes, the color of the sky at its absolute clearest, glowed slightly behind gray-tinted goggles, filled with something that looked like concern. Then, surprise bloomed, and Logan's eyes closed again.

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"Logan? Oh my god, oh my god please wake up, I can feel your heartbeat but you need to wake up, come on Lo." The voice was shaking, holding back tears. Logan opened his eyes, looking up at Virgil's gray eyes. His dark makeup was smeared and tears were streaming down his face. "Oh my god, you're okay."

"What happened?" Logan choked out, his lungs feeling heavy and his head fuzzy.  He remembered the fire, his comm getting cut off (oh, oh hell, they had left him to die) and the beautiful eyes.

"I do- don't know." Virgil was talking fast, his chest rising and falling even faster. Suddenly, Logan was so much more worried for his friend then he was for himself. He grabbed Virgil's arms, attempting to ground his best friend.

"Name five things you can see," He instructed, voice still hoarse.

"You, my hands, the wall, I think that's a rat, and dirt."

"Good, four things you can hear?"

Virgil closed his eyes, a shaking breath coming out of his mouth. "My heartbeat, your voice, cars, that rat moving."

"You're doing so well, Vee. Three things you can feel?"

"Your hands, the breeze, and this  god damn suit."

"Two things you can smell?"

Virgil's breathing was starting to slow. "You smell like a campfire. And we're really sweaty and it stinks."

"Fantastic, one thing you can taste?"

"Salt- I was crying, wasn't I?"

Logan ignored the question. "Are you all right?"

"Am I all right? Holy shit Lo, I'm worried about you, not me! You were missing for three days."

All the air exited Logan's lungs. "What? What are you talking about?"

"The fire. A.S.H. told me you died! But I went back into the apartment and looked for your body. It wasn't there, and I don't trust A.S.H. so I've been looking for you since. But, Lo, where were you?"

Logan closed his eyes and thought about it. His mind was hazy, but one image stuck out: blue eyes behind gray goggles. Familiar gray goggles.

"Give me the tablet," Logan demanded. Virgil tilted his head in confusion but slipped the device to his partner. Logan's fingers flew over the screen, the tablet working faster than his fingers. Soon, he had an image on the screen, and when Virgil looked over his shoulder, a gasp escaped from his mouth.

"That's Nova." Virgil breathed. It was indeed the SuperVillian. The Super was standing with blasts energy surrounding him, and bright, blue,  glowing eyes shone behind gray goggles.

"That's a correct observation." Logan took a deep breath. "And as impossible as it sounds, I believe he was the one who saved me from the fire."

Virgil, to Logan's surprise, didn't shout in denial. Indeed, he took in a deep breath of his own and replied, "Well, it kinda makes sense, since Knight brought you to me."

Logan looked over at his partner, a bit shocked. Virgil raised a hand and started to tug on a loose piece of hair. As he was about to scold his partner for the bad habit, Logan noticed a smudge of glittery red on Virgil's glove. "Is that lipstick?"

Virgil glanced at his gloved hand, and his ears flamed. "No. Its blood."

"It is glittery."

"Vampire blood."

Logan decided to move on. "You said Knight brought me to you?"

"Yeah. I came into this alley to take a breath, and he appeared from the shadows. I almost punched him the moment I saw him, but I saw you in his arms, out cold. I might have jumped to conclusions, but he told me he wasn't the one who'd hurt you. He told me to make sure you took care of yourself and to make sure all the smoke was out your lungs. As soon as I took you from him, he was gone."

"And he kissed your hand?"

"Ignoring you." Virgil leaned back against the brick wall, rubbing at his eyes and making an even bigger mess out of his eyeshadow. "What's going on here? SuperVillains aiding SuperHeroes?"

"Would it be a bad time to mention that A.S.H. cut my comm while I was in the fire?"

Virgil whipped his head around to stare at him. "Explain."

After giving Virgil the synopsis of what had occurred in the burning apartment, his partner took in a shaky breath. "This isn't happening. It's just a dream."

"I'm afraid we are awake Virgil."

As Virgil was processing the information, Logan looked through the notifications on his tablet. One caught his eye- a news report from two days ago, labeled "SuperVillains Nova and Knight Spotted Aiding Victims of a Fire."

Intrigued, Logan clicked on the link. He was brought to the local newspaper's website, but instead of an article, there was a notice from the newspaper. The notice claimed that the article had been taken down. Logan glared at the screen but noticed another article at the bottom of the page, this one reading "Local Reporter Reported Missing."

Another click led Logan to a full article, discussing the disappearance of Remy Morpheus, a reporter for the same newspaper. The article revealed that Remy was the writer of the deleted article on the SuperVillains, and had written many articles on controversial topics. The name was familiar to Logan, and it soon hit him: the articles he'd found in A.S.H.'s secure files were also written by Remy Morpheus.

Logan nudged Virgil, who looked like he was on the brink of losing his mind. "Read this."

The darker hair boy took the tablet, reading the article, his nose scrunching up as he read. "A missing reporter?"

"A reporter who reported on a supposed rescue attempt by Nova and Knight. A reporter who wrote controversial articles, some criticizing A.S.H. A reporter whose articles I found covered in notes when I was hacking into A.S.H.'s files."

"You're saying you think there's something going on?"

Logan nodded. "I hate to speculate, but there is a mass of evidence that points to foul play."

Virgil's fingers made their way back to his hair, his eyes slightly unfocused. His lips were moving, but Logan didn't have Virgil's enhanced hearing to be able to discern the words. Before Logan could comment, Virgil shook his head quickly, snapping himself out of his thoughts. "So, we've got a missing reporter who might know things he shouldn't, two SuperVillians who might not be pure evil, and a fucking massive organization who might be hiding something and seems to want you dead."

Logan leaned against the wall next to Virgil. "It seems we have a mystery on our hands."

"Please do not Sherlock our situation."

"Ignoring you."

"And hey, don't you mock me." Virgil huffed, laying the tablet in his lap and crossing his arms. "You know, things were going well."

"We never did have an abundance of luck," Logan mused.

"And I know you aren't going to let this go."

"I wasn't planning on it."

"And no way in hell would I let you do this on your own."

Logan glanced at his friend.  "That means you'll assist me?"

"Mmhm. But first, we're going home, you're changing, and we're both going to sleep."

Logan looked down, and it hit him that he was still wearing his charred A.S.H. uniform. Virgil was too, but his uniform was in better shape.

"Reasonable. Then, I think we're going to visit The Times's office."

Virgil raised his eyebrow again. "We're starting with the reporter?"

"Indeed. In the morning, we start the investigation on the disappearance of Remy Morpheus."

Virgil stood, slipping the tablet away. He offered his hand, and Logan took it, getting to his feet. The two SuperHeroes stumbled out of the alley, heading home under a starless sky.

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[def-ace-ing-it]

Violet and Lilac

Pairings: Pre-established Prinxiety, implied RED (brief)

Summary: Roman comes up with a great Valentines Day date, and Virgil is very moved.

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit (very brief), heavy cursing, and I think that's it.

Author’s note: This is a gift for my Valentine, @bisectionalbisexual because she loves Prinxiety, so I obliged with some athletic Virgil and short Roman. Then I added some RED because the ships growing on me. Enjoy!

Word count: 1692 words

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A loud crack resounded throughout the room as the two figures in the center moved around each other, wooden sticks clashing against the other in rapid succession. The taller of the two heaving slightly as the smaller one was on the attack. He looked for an opening in the others defense, and once he found one, he lunged forward. He tapped the others side with his stick and took a moment to breathe. He stood back and wiped some sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand.

“Your getting better, Dee. Soon I think you'll be close to beating me, just work on your defense. Dee made a silent groan and began to move his hands.

“You say that all the time though-” He signed.

“But do you do it?” Virgil quipped, crossing his arms and raised an eyebrow in amusement. Dee paused.

“No.”

“There's the problem, you have to practice.” Virgil shook his head at Dee and walked towards the exit, not before ruffling the others dirty blonde hair, “Go home and work on your defense tonight, after your date with your boyfriends of course.” He winked and placed his stick on the table and walking out the door without looking back at the sputtering blonde. He walked down the flight of stairs and out the front door. The cool February wind was nice on the sweaty skin not under his tank top and sweatpants, he was sure he looked like a slob, but he didn’t care. Virgil slowly made it through the crowded street until he reached a somewhat big apartment complex.

He pulled a keycard from out of his pocket and pressed it against the scanner and waited for the beep, stepping inside and headed up the stairs. After two flight of stairs, Virgil was in front of his apartment door. He pulled out his keys and unlocked it, taking a step into the living room.”

‘Home sweet home-‘

Crash.

“MOTHER FUCKER!” Virgil snorted and wheezed softly at his partner’s voice echoing throughout.

‘What is Roman doing now?’ He questioned as he made his way to the bedroom and leaned on the doorway. Roman sat on the floor, picking up a few thin metal beams and a giant cover, dropping one of the beams in the process.

“Need some help?” Roman looked over at Virgil and lit up.

“Stormcloud!” He announced, dropping his stuff on the floor with a loud clattering sound and leaping at the other, “I didn't realize you got home.” Virgil caught his dramatic- and much shorter- boyfriend in his arms and twirled around a little bit.

“Probably because, you know, you screamed ‘mother fucker’ at the top of your tiny little lungs.” He smirked as Roman huffed and pouted, “But yeah, I wrapped me and Dee’s session up early, or else he would have forgotten about his date with Rem and Emile. Y’know how he gets.” Virgil sat the other on the floor and walked into the center of the room, picking up the mess Roman created. Roman followed him into the room, but didn't help pick up his mess, but instead sat on the bed. Virgil looked up at him with a questioning look, “So, why were you messing around with the camping gear?”

“Ah, yes, that. Well, I was looking for some inspiration, ‘cause today's Valentine's Day, and I procrastinated. So this happened.” Roman shrugged and Virgil stared at him and began laughing. Roman raised an eyebrow at the other and leaned back, “What's so funny, hmm? Care to share with the class, Marilyn Mon-woe?”

Virgil looked up and said with a deadpan look, “Prince under-arm stink has the big gay.” Roman tried to make an offended face but snorted and his facade faded quickly, and Virgil was close behind. Roman wiped a tear from his eye.

“God you’re such a child.”

“And you’re not?”

“... I hate that you’re absolutely right.” Virgil got off the floor and shoved the camping gear on the top shelf of the closet before shutting it completely. He turned around and leaned up against the door.

“So what’s the plan for tonight, hmm? ‘Cause if I have to wear a tux or something fancy, I will lose it.”

“I’ve made that mistake once, and now you won’t let it go. But, uh, no, just get a shower and I'll grab you something comfortable to wear.” Roman spoke, kicking his legs back and forth. Virgil, who just realized how gross he felt from the sweat and dirt, practically leapt up from the ground and rushed into the bathroom. Roman chuckled as he heard a small thud before the sound of water running began.

A few minutes later, Virgil walked out of the bathroom in two towels, one wrapped around his waist and another in his hands that he was using to dry his hair the best he could. Roman tossed the other a pile of clothes, that flopped miserably onto the floor. Virgil gave him a look that can be roughly translated into, ‘Why? Why do you do this?’.

“Listen, I could have thrown them at your face. Be grateful.” Virgil rolled his eyes and picked up the clothes and walked back into the bathroom.

At around three o’clock, Virgil finally got out of the bathroom, messing around with his warm hair until it was back into his normal, curly black and purple fringe. He looked up at Roman, as if trying to gain some sort of approval. “Edgy as per usual.” Roman teased, winking at the other and pulling on a red long sleeved jacket. Virgil scoffed and walked over to Roman and placed his elbow on the top of his head. Roman made an offended noise as Virgil chuckled.

“Care to say that again, Princey?” The other huffed and grabbed a small bag off the bedside table and reached in, grabbing something before pulling it out. He held a sleeping mask that had a raccoon face on it. Virgil stared at the other in a permanent state of ‘What the fuck’.

“Just put it on, I'm making this a surprise. Buckle up for a wild ride.” Roman smirked, putting his hand out in Virgil's direction. He groaned and swiped the mask from the others hand, putting it on while mumbling about ‘messing up my hair’. Virgil pulled it over his face and pulled his fringe from under it, giving the raccoon a purple fringe. “You look exactly the same!-”

“Fuck you and everything you stand for.”

“Gladly.” Roman flirted, winking even though Virgil couldn't see him. The other groaned in annoyance and Roman laughed and grabbed the other’s hand, beginning to lead him towards the exit, “Now c’mon, we have a date to go on,”

After a few mishaps with Virgil running into objects, a very bumpy car ride, and almost tripping over his feet more than ten times, they had arrived at their destination (much to Roman's relief). Roman squeezed Virgil's hand tightly and stretched upwards to whisper a soft, “We're here, you can take the mask off.” Virgil quickly pulled it off and squinted to get used to the onslaught of light. He adjusted quickly and gasped.

“Did you…”

“I know you don't like very extravagant things, so I felt this would be a good place for a date we'll both enjoy.” Roman said, slightly flustered as he pointed at the front window, which had a small sign reading, ‘Wildcat Café’ that had a small cat paw painted next to it, “It took me a while to find one that was kinda out of the way and not very busy.”

Roman lead Virgil into the café and sat him down at a small booth in the corner. Virgil takes a look around and finds the building almost completely empty besides for two baristas and a group of three girls paying a lot of attention to a very fluffy and small kitty. A small mew caught the attention of the taller one and he looked down at the cat that sat right next to his booth. The first thing that Virgil saw was the white fur, which was short and very soft looking, the next was the eyes. Virgil's violet eyes stared at light lilac ones in return.

The cat trilled and jumped up onto the vacant seat next to him and climbed right into his lap before plopping down. Virgil scratched right behind the cat’s ears and a loud purr resounded from the cat’s throat. He looked up at Roman, who was giving him a soft look.

“That's Polaris,” Someone from behind Virgil spoke, who he turned to face. A small barista stood there, eyes tired beyond belief, “I named her myself, she doesn't like me much though.” Virgil looked down at the cat in his lap, “In fact, she doesn't like a lot of people. You might be the first time I've seen anyone get along with her that quickly.” A smile made a home on the barista’s face and Roman had an idea.

“Do you let customers adopt the cats here?” Virgil made a confused look as the barista caught onto what Roman asked. The smile grew a few sizes and the barista winked.

“We do, actually!”

“Could I possibly adopt little Polaris over here for my partner?” Virgil's eyes widened out of shock and his jaw dropped a little and he looked between Roman and the barista.

“You could, yes, I'll get the papers right away.” She nodded and walked off towards the back.

“Are you- I-” Virgil managed to stutter out an Roman just gave him a small smirk.

“I was planning this for, like, a month now. Plus cats can ease anxiety so I felt it was only appropriate that I got you one- mmph!” Roman got cut off as Virgil leaned over the table and pressed his lips against the others. He pulled away after a minute and both their faces were flushed.

“Thank you, thank you so fucking much!” Virgil wrapped his arms around Roman's shoulders and hugged him the best he could. Roman returned the gesture the best he could.

“It's no problem at all.”

[foofygoldfish]

all of the questions c: for whichever oc you want!

IIiiiiii…… Willow! :D 

may have cut out a few questions, oops - i just wanted to get this done!

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Willow Grace Keene - my first thought was Willa, but that turned into her nickname! Grace was chosen because I wanted something vaguely biblical, and Keene… Came from a name generator lol.

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them?

Cap/Captain. It’s just from her job.

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? 

Before the bombs? Yeah, a good childhood. She loved her family’s little farm, and all of the little festivals in the town she lived in. 

Aaand then the bombs happened. So that definitely counts as a bad memory. Her parents tried to keep things as normal as possible in their bunker, but it was hard at times.

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? 

She had a good relationship with both parents. She doesn’t talk to them much anymore, but that’s just due to the difficulty of long-distance communication in the apocalypse.

Good memories: She has lots of happy memories of growing up on their farm, as well as her parents trying to make the best of their times in the bunker.

Bad: not really because of them, but the first few years out of the bunker were rough.

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

Two! An older brother, Flynn, who was 8 years older than her. She has a younger sister, Leah, who is two years younger. Flynn died the day the bombs went off, and Leah dies over the course of the game. (which may not actually happen, idk)

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate?

She was average - good with science, iffy with English, etc. She didn’t get to go to a conventional middle or high school, just because of the bombs, but her parents did what they could to continue her and Leah’s education (helped by their dad being a science teacher himself). 

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? 

She had a few, but none that she felt like she really missed after leaving Michigan.

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? 

Not a standard pet, but she had a goat!

As an adult, she wants a dog, but she doesn’t think her lifestyle would be fair for a dog.

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? 

Animals love Willow lol

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

She loves kids, and kids are fascinated by her (after they get over how tough she can look lol). She has 1.5 with Rush as of the start of the game: Mila, who is back in Oregon with Rush’s family, and another that is born a few months after the end of the game.

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?

No allergies, no preferences on food.

12. What is their favourite food? 

Twinkies.

This happens at least once after the bombs go off lol

13. What is their least favourite food?

Spinach.

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

Not really? Her family didn’t go out to eat often. She vaguely remembers a few diners from when they went on vacation when she was little, but not much.

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

She is! Willow loves it when it’s calm enough for her to take time to cook a nice meal. 

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it?

CDs! She has an old CD player that she takes with her everywhere. She wasn’t able to grab it after the train crash, but she found it when she and Carmina went back to scavenge the train.

  17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

She doesn’t get the chance to often, but she used to love taking pictures of anything.

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else / 19. What’s their least favourite genres? / 20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? 

Hi can I be lazy and skip these? lol

For books - she’ll read anything, but she likes sci fi; and music - she’ll listen to anything, but she likes 70s folk music.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

A bit, but not as bad as Alice. You’ll know she’s really angry when she swears - she doesn’t swear much otherwise.

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

Her parents had a Shakespearean Insults book in the bunker, and she likes to bring those out whenever the situation calls for one lol. She doesn’t talk about people behind their back.

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

Willow has an excellent memory - almost photographic, but not quite. She’s not as great with remembering names, but faces? Yup.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress?

She can literally fall asleep anywhere.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

Like, John Mulaney-type humor? She loves Hurk and Sharky too, she thinks they’re hilarious.

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? 

God, all I can think of is that she’s like a puppy - energetic, smiley, etc. 

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

She gets second-hand sadness a lot - she’s used to death, but she has a hard time watching others mourn. Willow won’t cry in front of others (except in the AU/game canon where Rush actually dies), instead going back to her cabin or wherever she’s sleeping.

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out?

She does minor exercises daily, if possible - her job requires her to stay fit, so she tries to stay on top of it.

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

She rarely drinks. While he didn’t drink often before the Collapse, her dad became an alcoholic after. It left a bad taste in her mouth.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

Nine times out of ten, she’s wearing something practical that was found in a settlement or in ruins somewhere. She’s really not picky: if it fits, it fits. Her sleepwear depends on where they are: somewhere safe? As little as possible. If they’re in a strange place, or there’s a risk of attack? She’ll sleep in her clothes, with her boots on. Makeup... Not really. Her hair is super curly, and she likes it that way - usually, she’ll tie it back into some semblance of a bun, but sometimes she’ll leave it down.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

She prefers boyshorts, but she’ll wear anything that she can find

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body?

Willow’s 5′4-ish, and somewhat muscular. 

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing?

Favourite hobby: Sewing or knitting! It’s practical, keeps her hand busy, and is a memory of her grandparents. She’s not the best singer, but she’s not bad.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

She loves reading, though she has no preferences on what. She’s a fast reader.

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert?

Coffee is her lifeblood.

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

She’s bi. Uh, I’m drawing a blank on the rest, but Rush has a lot of the traits that she finds attractive (....obviously?). 

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition?

Though it’s a bit lofty, she wants to help the world recover. Even if the world can’t be like it was before, she doesn’t want her children to grow up in a world anything like it was the first few years after the bombs.

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

Though her family didn’t go to church, she grew up Catholic. She’s not actively practising anymore, but she still believes. Coming to Hope County was a biiiiiit of a shock because of that lol.

44. What is their favourite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? 

Before? She loved the winter. Now? Spring. She likes the rain, and when it’s warm enough to be doing things, and for people to be able to start working on outdoor projects again.

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? 

She kinda puts off a tough vibe - it’s not how she sees herself at all lol

Well, she does think she’s tough, but she doesn’t think that’s her primary trait

[stalkhome-sindrone]

All 200 of the asks

200: My crush’s name is: [get fucked]199: I was born in: a hospital in Canada somewhere198: I am really: messed up197: My cellphone company is: Rogers196: My eye color is: Mud brown195: My shoe size is: 10 1/2194: My ring size is: Excuse me?193: My height is: 6 ft192: I am allergic to: my own satisfaction191: My 1st car was: probably crashed in a past life 190: My 1st job was: probably ruined in a past life189: Last book you read: A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Heaven by Corey Taylor188: My bed is: really nice at this time of day187: My pet: is not here yet, ask me in a few years186: My best friend: is a bit of a cunt, but aren't we all?185: My favorite shampoo is: no real preference184: Xbox or ps3: Xbox183: Piggy banks are: for losers, get an old fashioned jar182: In my pockets: nothing181: On my calendar: also nothing180: Marriage is: a waste of time and resources179: Spongebob can: see question 200178: My mom: does her best177: The last three songs I bought were? what are the last 3 songs on Hybrid Theory?176: Last YouTube video watched: video about how Louis CK writes jokes175: How many cousins do you have? too many to count here174: Do you have any siblings? 2 stepsisters and 1 brother173: Are your parents divorced? Nope172: Are you taller than your mom? Yup171: Do you play an instrument? Multiple170: What did you do yesterday? Probably what I did today but slightly happier

[ I Believe In ]169: Love at first sight: HA HA HA see question 200168: Luck: Yup167: Fate: To an extent, yes166: Yourself: On good days...who am I kidding, in vey few areas165: Aliens: Why not?164: Heaven: Nopenopenope163: Hell: If this isn't it, nopenopenope162: God: see question 200, also I'm agnostic161: Horoscopes: to an extent, fun reads though160: Soul mates: Jury is out on this one159: Ghosts: Sorta158: Gay Marriage: Hell yea (the best kinda ally is only an ally)157: War: Nopenopenope156: Orbs: ...huh?155: Magic: ...eh

[ This or That ]154: Hugs or Kisses: Both153: Drunk or High: Neither152: Phone or Online: Online151: Red heads or Black haired: both150: Blondes or Brunettes: both149: Hot or cold: neither, warm148: Summer or winter: Summer147: Autumn or Spring: Spring146: Chocolate or vanilla: Vanilla actually145: Night or Day: Night144: Oranges or Apples: Oranges143: Curly or Straight hair: Always been envious of straight hair142: McDonalds or Burger King: Burger King141: White Chocolate or Milk Chocolate: Milk chocolate140: Mac or PC: PC139: Flip flops or high heals: Flip flops138: Ugly and rich OR sweet and poor: Ugly and rich just to try it out137: Coke or Pepsi: Pepsi136: Hillary or Obama: Obama135: Burried or cremated: Pass134: Singing or Dancing: Dancing if I must pick133: Coach or Chanel: ...huh?132: Kat McPhee or Taylor Hicks: ...heh?131: Small town or Big city: Biiiiiig city130: Wal-Mart or Target: Walmart129: Ben Stiller or Adam Sandler: Adam Sandler128: Manicure or Pedicure: Both127: East Coast or West Coast: Both?126: Your Birthday or Christmas: Birthday125: Chocolate or Flowers: Both, I'm greedy, probably chocolate124: Disney or Six Flags: Disney123: Yankees or Red Sox: Neither

[ Here’s What I Think About ]122: War: Don't have it, don't support it, conversation works better.121: George Bush: Couple bands wrote some hate songs about him.120: Gay Marriage: IF YOU DON'T SUPPORT IT WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING FOLLOWING ME? see question 200 and piss off.119: The presidential election: AHAHAHAHAHAHA next118: Abortion: AHAHAHAHAHAHallow it, their kid, their prerogative117: MySpace: 10/10 great ironic joke to make116: Reality TV: Big Brother was fun till 2017115: Parents: They were fun till 2006114: Back stabbers: see question 200113: Ebay: ....eh112: Facebook: kinda dead now111: Work: ...huh?110: My Neighbors: cool people, rowdy dog109: Gas Prices: Overcharged like everyone says108: Designer Clothes: Overcharged like everyone says107: College: Not as bad as the perception is106: Sports: ...eh105: My family: ...eh104: The future: It depresses me in all honesty, but so does everything

[ Last time I ]103: Hugged someone: ...shit...102: Last time you ate: 3 hours ago101: Saw someone I haven’t seen in awhile: today100: Cried in front of someone: maybe last week...maybe99: Went to a movie theater: 6 months at the least ago98: Took a vacation: 3 weeks ago..sigh97: Swam in a pool: A long ass time96: Changed a diaper: Maybe a few years95: Got my nails done: Maybe a few years94: Went to a wedding: 2 years93: Broke a bone: never, lucky I know92: Got a piercing: never91: Broke the law: 4th grade90: Texted: 1 minute ago

[ MISC ]89: Who makes you laugh the most: My friend Sayem because he is consistently a dumbass and I love him for it88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: banana bread87: The last movie I saw: Amelie 86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: when my new album comes in the fucking mail85: The thing im not looking forward to: tomorrow84: People call me: Donatello actually (y'all are not allowed to) (I'll block you, don't think I won't block you)83: The most difficult thing to do is: be happy82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: nope81: My zodiac sign is: Taurus80: The first person i talked to today was: Might've been @lovelyformylove but I dunno79: First time you had a crush: age 9, it didn't ruin me till 1178: The one person who i can’t hide things from: myself, duh (hide shit from people all the time)77: Last time someone said something you were thinking: maybe today76: Right now I am talking to: nobody (COME HERE)75: What are you going to do when you grow up: make a thing for people to consume or pirate as entertainment...or die first74: I have/will get a job: see question 7373: Tomorrow: but far away is tomorrow?72: Today: I will suffer for who I chose to care about71: Next Summer: I will be in another country [see question 72]70: Next Weekend: I will sleep in69: I have these pets: not yet68: The worst sound in the world: Forks on plates67: The person that makes me cry the most is: easily myself, duh66: People that make you happy: too exhausting a list65: Last time I cried: last week64: My friends are: really great for tolerating me63: My computer is: finally decent62: My School: a waste of a perfectly good Indian burial ground61: My Car: sitting in a dealership, still waiting60: I lose all respect for people who: fuck with people's emotions (I break my own rule because I am a hypocrite)59: The movie I cried at was: ....can't remember58: Your hair color is: Black/really dark brown57: TV shows you watch: Elementary, The Blacklist, Archer...can't remember the rest 56: Favorite web site: this dumb piece of shit, I mean Tumblr55: Your dream vacation: probably a recording studio to be honest54: The worst pain I was ever in was: something stupid and emotional53: How do you like your steak cooked: medium well52: My room is: pretty dark51: My favorite celebrity is: Corey Taylor?50: Where would you like to be: see question 5549: Do you want children: sure48: Ever been in love: tragically47: Who’s your best friend: Jeremy/Sayem46: More guy friends or girl friends: Real life: guys, here: girls45: One thing that makes you feel great is: a really good riff44: One person that you wish you could see right now: myself in 10 years (most answers witm "myself" are cop outs for real people)43: Do you have a 5 year plan: fuck no42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: not yet, but I procrastinate on most important things41: Have you pre-named your children: Michael/Micayla so far, very small shortlist40: Last person I got mad at: myself (that one is authentic)39: I would like to move to: Denmark (escapism capital of my mind)38: I wish I was a professional: composer

[ My Favorites ]37: Candy: Hershey's Cookies n Cream36: Vehicle: pass35: President: Obama I guess34: State visited: nowhere33: Cellphone provider: Rogers?32: Athlete: pass31: Actor: pass30: Actress: pass (I've gone numb)29: Singer: see question 5128: Band: changes, currently Foo Fighters27: Clothing store: pass26: Grocery store: FreshCO?25: TV show: Elementary maybe24: Movie: Ameline currently23: Website: this dumb waste of time, I mean Tumblr22: Animal: TURTLE21: Theme park: Wonderland?20: Holiday: New Year's Day19: Sport to watch: Wrestling probably18: Sport to play: Not wrestling xD17: Magazine: Probably some guitar magazine16: Book: Maybe 198415: Day of the week: Saturday easily14: Beach: haven't been to many memorable ones13: Concert attended: see question 1412: Thing to cook: egg, ham, and cheese bagels11: Food: see question 1210: Restaurant: August 8, no joke9: Radio station: the one with the nice classical music8: Yankee candle scent: pass7: Perfume: Chanel something6: Flower: Magnolia5: Color: Green or red, never at the same time4: Talk show host: John Oliver3: Comedian: Bill Burr or Jim Jefferies2: Dog breed: Beagle1: Did you answer all these truthfully? Yes