#but they always start off seperate so i can smudge them seperately

[kenlvry]

Could you write the main 4 (seperate) making out and getting caught🙏🏽🙏🏽

getting caught

an YES YES YES LOVEEE A FIC WHEN YOU GET CAUGHT DOING ANYTHINGG. 16-17

kenny mccormick

you didn't know how but you and kenny are in the gym making out. that wasn't even the reason you two were there, you two were suppose to be fighting bc earlier you got mad at how this random ass girl was flirting with him and he didn't even do shit! but nonetheless you aren't complaining, you love making out with kenny, he's always passionate abt making out with you, its never sloppy or rushed. his lips were smooth, it got you questioning what lipbalm he had bc wow. his back was pressed against the wall and your waist was being held by kennys hand holding you close to him. you were so in the moment you didn't realise stan walking in ig , he was looking for you two bc he saw you drag kenny in there looking mad and when he saw what he saw he dropped the books he had on him which made you jump, you tried to turn to him but kenny held your waist hard, "hey stan wsp" this man stays embarrassing you 😞, "um... it can wait.." stan ran out "now where were we?" kenny hold your neck and pulled you in for another make out session.

stan marsh

now stan wasn't one to show pda outside but the fact he's making out with you rn at the side of the school is shocking. he pulled you aside to get you away from the man that was insisted on getting your number, and you gave him your number!! now in your defense you though he wanted to be friends, stan got all frustrated and now you two are making out. he's rough, the way he's kissing you is like he's mad at you and he is mad, although he's rough. he still holds your waist gently and cups your face gently, he looks and acts mad but he still cares for you no matter how mad he is. your back was pinned against the wall and his left arm had you pinned while the other was holding your waist, your hands was both on his shoulders enjoying the moment every now and then pulling away to take breaths but quickly going back in for the kiss. you were enjoying it but maybe too much since you couldn't hear the door open, stan not breaking the kiss opened his eyes while you remained yours close, it was the boy who asked your phone number earlier. he stood there somewhat mad and shocked, stan smirked into the kiss which you can feel and continued kissing you. now whenever you see the kid he acts all awkard , hmm wonder why 🤨🤨

kyle broflovski

you and him were on his couch, ike, his mom and his dad were out and wasn't gonna comeback in 7 hours. you two took it as a chance to do something risky, well you took the chance. kyle was too scared his parents would suddenly come in to grab smthing but you insisted and who was he to deny you? so here you two are intensely making out. kyle sitting on the couch manspreading while you sat on top of him with your knees and putting them so that his legs were in between yours, him grabbing you waist almost grabbing your ass and the other one on your thigh. for someone who was soo scared to make out he was really good, his kisses weren't sloppy but neither passionate, he's taking his time. he wanted it to last forever he loved the view he had, having to look up to you bc of the position you two were in. then suddenly the door burst open with cartman kenny and stan "no im telling you kenny it- woah." you two immediately got off each other and smiled at them. it was so obvious what you two were doing, kyle had lipstick smudged on his lips and your lipstick was too smudged, most gone. "continue, i wanna watch" "are we like.. disturbing you two" you being polite saying no but kyle wished said yes bc now cartmans asking your opinions if a tiger and a lion is a same thing, after this hes definitely continuing what you two were doing.

eric cartman

now... mans isn't one to kiss you.. let alone make out with you, yet here you were in an alley making out. it started with you kissing his face which he pushed you lightly making disgusted faces but he's clearly blushing. then you wanted it to take the next level and pulled him to an alley and kissing him, he didnt resist to kiss back, so you two were making out. you and cartman was actually also with the other three but they went in a shop to buy smthing, his kisses were sloppy yet nice. he's taking his time but at the same time its like he wanted it to be short incase someone sees,your back was pressed on the wall. he holds your face with his hand and the other on your neck, you had yours over his shoulder. if anyone passes by they couldn't see but if they were to slightly turn their head they could see. but it wasn't a busy lane for people to walk by every second so you two were okay, you loved moments like this, cartman never showed affection considering his personality but once he does its the sweetest thing ever <33 you two were so caught up that you didn't here the other three calling your name. they came to the alley and checked and js dropped whatever they brought, never in their life would they expect to see him making out with someone let alone kiss someone. cartman immediately pulled away and coughed saying its not what they think, but you laughed and whispered "there's lipstick stains on your face babe" he blushed and wiped them off, you laughed and the other three couldn't help but think how you come to love him. hes so cute<33

[pacifymebby]

Can you do a Peaky Blinders hc with a spooky, gothic reader? If you're taking requests :)

I received this ask so long ago (when i was binge watching Wednesday) and ive been proper looking forward to it so i hope i dont disappoint!!

Tommy

🌿Theres a lot of rumours that fly around town about you. You're infamous in Small Heath.. People say you're a witch, they say you can speak with the dead... Some people even say you are one of the dead...

🌿But Tommy doesn't believe a word of it... To him you're just any other woman...

🌿 At first he thinks you dress like that, walk around town with your dark smudged makeup and your gloomy expression to try and intimidate people... He thinks you're putting on airs

🌿And he's determined to suss you out, break through your shell and find out all about the "real you"

🌿 But you're also breath taking, beautiful. You have that cold, removed beauty.. You look deadly. Thats what makes you look so ghostly - its nothing to do with the colour of your skin and everything to do with the uncanny aura you possess, the way you drift down the street completely seperate from everything around you

🌿 He sees you as a misfit just like him, he isn't scared to talk to you but when you don't give him much to go off in conversation he struggles to begin with

🌿But then he grows to enjoy the silence. People do enough talking, and always about stupid inconsequential shit... No, sometimes silence is good, and he's glad he's found someone who he can just be silent with.

🌿 When you walk down the street together youre an imposing sight to behold. If there were rumours about the two of you before, they intesify now. The ghostly girl and the devil himself...

🌿People fear you both. They are superstitious about you, some old ladies make the sign of the cross when they see you.

🌿He loves it when you wear blood red, how it brings out the colour in your lips, its so striking on you, so seductive and glamorous. He's always buying you deep red velvet dresses to wear.

🌿 Often references the rumours which go around about you, just to tease you. You always have a dry smirk and a short and sweet, cutting come back when he does.

🌿Calls you his deadly nightshade, and foxglove, they start out as teasing nicknames but end up affectionate and intimate names for you.

🌿 He is obsessed with your eyes, transfixed by them, theyre so piercing and deep, if eyes are the key to ones soul yours are the murkiest most troubled of waters and Tommy would happily drown in them.

🌿 Will use the rumours about you to his advantage when it comes to trying to intimidate his enemies.

Alfie

🐻 Doesn't think he's ever seen a more gloomy girl than you, the first time he sees you you actually send a shudder down his spine not just because you're beautiful, but because your sullen expression makes it look like you're cursing everyone in present company, including him

🐻 And he can't help but wonder if you did in fact put a curse on him because you have bewitched him, body and soul, as it were. Your pretty little face haunts him and for days youre all he can think about.

🐻 He starts actually the paying attention to the gossip in the bakery, listening out for your name, wanting to know more about the mysterious, miserable looking girl he can't get off his mind

🐻 The next time he sees you he does his best to charm you, and it isnt that you don't like him, actually he's one of the only people in this god forsaken place that you do like, its that you don't really understand he likes you like that.

🐻 You're not so much as shy, more reserved and you can listen to alfie talk and talk and talk, you love listening to him talk actually, but you never want to interrupt him, so he thinks you're not interested in him at all

🐻 Which means he tries even harder to impress you, he wants to do things you'll enjoy so he takes you on walks to the cemetary and tells you stories about the people the graves belong to. Some of them are real stories some of them, you're not so sure.

🐻 The way you never express an emotion until someone really gives you a good reason to, it makes him try ten times harder to impress you when he's telling his stories or putting on his own airs. He hasn't had to act up this much for someone in so long and he loves it. Your dramatic appearance and aesthetic really plays well with his dramatic aura and way of speaking. All his theatrical mannerisms compliment your dramatic style.

🐻 He comes up with all sorts of off the cuff nicknames for you, "and how is my little rain cloud on this dismal morning?" "my sweet dahlia," "my little inferno," "my dusky nymph," they get more dramatic every time.

🐻 He enjoys trying to coax a smile out of you, you're so mysterious and for awhile all he wants to do is get under your skin, get to know you better than anyone else can. He's captivated by you and wants to know all your secrets

🐻 You're his muse during his Opera Era.

🐻 He absolutely loves the shock effect when he walks into a room or down the street with his gothic princess on his arm. The way he can feel all eyes on the two of you, how he knows everyone's a little bit more fearful when they see you, the witchy girl with all those mysteries and secrets.

🐻 He will ask you to tell him spooky stories when youre both settling down to go to sleeo, he likes to have you curled up in his arms, drawing patterns on his chest whilst you tell him stories about ghosts and vampires.

🐻 Until you actually do manage to spook him and he has to cut you off, pretending to be a big strong man who isn't scared "enough now my little black cloud, its getting late, sleep!"

🐻 Enjoys buying you lots of gothic jewelery, seeing you adorned in the black pearls and obsidian he gifts to you.

🐻 Does worry about you, hopes youre not really as sad as you seem, hopes that most of that gloom and seriousness is just an act, an aesthetic, worries he can't make you happy.

🐻 Finds your dry, sarcastic sense of humour very entertaining, how deadpan everything you say it. How most of the time people are never quite sure whether to laugh at your joke or not. He also adores how cutting you can be when you want to be, the insults shoot like daggers from your tongue so casually that whoevers on the recieving end never knows how to respond.

Arthur

🍂 Actually believes youre a ghost for far too long. The first time he sees you, his brothers observe how shocked he is, they recognise the fear/uncertainty in his eyes and they know they can take the piss.

🍂 "You alright there Arthur you look like you've seen a ghost?" tommy and John sniggering when Arthur nods in your direction, asks who you are, only to be met with his brothers frowns. "Who're you lookin at brother? All I sees Uncle Charlie..." "She's right there next to em..." "Think the drinks gone to your head Arthur..."

🍂 So he's actually terrified of you, every time he sees you he thinks he's going a little bit mad. Until one day youre talking to Polly and he comes rushing to his Aunts side all "Pol, Polly thank god," when she turns to him with a confused look in her eyes he whispers "you can see her too Im not going mad..." Polly laughs at him, "fuckin hell arthur of course i can fuckin see her shes standing right there..."

🍂 You're actually relieved to find out that the older mans apparent dislike of you (he always left the room when you entered, always looked at you with an abject horror in his eyes) is quite simply the result of a rather amusing trick thats been played on him

🍂 Polly leaves the pair of you alone together, recognising Arthurs sudden shyness, and when youre alone with him he smirks sheepishly and admits, "Well am glad youre not dead or a ghost or somet..." "I wouldn't mind being a ghost..." "I didn't mean anythin by it am sure you'd make a lovely ghost..."

🍂 Arthur gets quite flustered and trips over his sentences a lot when hes talking to you, because the fact that you don't give much away makes him nervous. You have an intimidating aura, and the fact that you're the most beautiful woman hes ever seen... He never knows how to act or whether he's managing to win you over or not.

🍂 You really confuse him sometimes, the way you arent disturbed by blood or fighting, the way the violence and bleak dark underside of the work him and his brothers do doesnt seem to shock you at all.

🍂 It frustrates him the way you like to go on walks in the rain until youre freezing and soaked to the bone, or the way that if you prick your finger or accidentally bite your lip to hard and draw blood, you'll stop to admire the blood instead of rushing to help yourself.

🍂 Can't decide whether he likes the fact that nothing intimidates you or not. On the one hand he adores your sharp wit, on the other hand he knows its going to get you into trouble one day.

John

🌼 I can't even begin to explain how desperate to make you smile this man is, he sees it as a challenge, a competition even.

🌼 Actually it is a competition between him and his brothers, theyve all been playing this game - who can make the mysterious, miserable girl smile first - John is determined to win

🌼 But not just to get a one up on his brothers, its because he genuinely does want to make you smile... Youre so dazzlingly pretty anyway, your piercing gaze, the downward pout of your lips, that gloomy faraway look you always have about you... Hes so drawn to you

🌼 Its a real opposites attract situation, hes always been known for his lighthearted playful, laidback ways, whereas your reputation around the city is one of despair, sorrow, misery.

🌼 Hes thinks you're beautiful, your mysterious, striking appearance, the way a shadow seems to hang over you at all times.

🌼 At first you dismiss every move he makes, shooting him down with dry cutting remarks but John is only made more determined by these rebuttals. And the more he tries with you the more he chips away at that steely exterior.

🌼 His nickname for you is Sunshine, he finds it very funny and feels like hes being very clever. He means them all affectionately though.

🌼 Is extra silly trying to make you laugh and when he finally succeeds hes so smug and proud of himself, you have to admit it is actually kind of adorable.

🌼 Finds all of the rumours which go round about you incredibly amusing, definitely gets defensive of you though, how dare people make out like youre a witch, youre his girl, no one gets away with calling his girl a witch, or saying discriminatory things like "be careful she'll put a gypsy curse on you" John will straight up fight anyone he hears saying anything like that about you... Even if in private the two of you make jokes like that all the time.

🌼 Hes the only person who can make you laugh and smile and hes incredibly proud of that fact. No one believes him when he tells them that you smile for him though which is infuriating for him.

🌼 At first he's incredibly unnerved by the fact that you're not bothered about blood or violence at all. When he comes home to the Garrison one evening all bloodied up from a fight you don't even bat an eye, you just come to him, study his wounds and say very matter of factly, "You're going to need stitches but i guess i can manage that."

🌼 He never quite gets used to it though and hes not sure how to feel about the fact that you never seem phased about anything. He's quite an emotional man and the fact that he never sees you get scared confuses him, he knows men are sposed to hide that shit but women are meant to be softer, so why aren't you.

🌼 Over time he comes to realise that you do feel fear and you do worry about him when he's been through the wars, you just don't see the point in fussing when it's wasting time which could be spent helping him. And the closer the two of you get the more open to showing him your feelings you are. You don't like crying in front of people but you have done in front of him and hes always been there to hold you and comfort you and let you know its alright.

Bonnie

🍀At first people are confused as to why the sunny, cheeky, seemingly optimistic boy is so taken in by you, but to him and to you, its clear what you have in common. The two of you both have a dark side, perhaps you express them differently but they are there. You wear your darkness on your sleeve, dark eyes, dark hair, permanent sullen expression, you're pretty but you look so sad all of the time. Around the camp youre known as the Grey Girl, because you seem so gloomy and ghostly all of the time

🍀 There are rumours about you that say you're half dead, that you only have half a soul, that you can see and speak to the dead. None of its true but youd be lying if you said you didn't like playing up to it.

🍀Bonnies darkness is in his determination and his honest view of the world. He's seen and done evil things and he doesnt really believe the world to be a good place, he admires your honesty, the way you dont feel the need to hide your gloom.

🍀 And he feels a persistent connection with you, he just knows he understands you completely and thats why he wants to get closer to you, to show you that you're not alone in this world, that hes right there with you, that he knows what its like.

🍀 Growing up in close proximity to one another, he never really had to try and "get to know you" as such, because he's known you since you were born, but he did have to try and get close to you, especially as you got older and began to isolate yourself more and more.

🍀He was the only lad to keep talking to you when you got "spooky" as the other kids called it, and hes the only person you ever really enjoy spending your time with. Nobody can understand how you tolerate him, when you don't seem to be able to tolerate anyone else, but you warm to him, rather than being like a warm summers day, he's like the little beam of moonlight cutting through the rain in the middle of the night. He makes the whole gloomy world softer and easier to bare.

🍀 He loves holding your hands, they're always freezing so he's always making a show of trying to rub them warm.

🍀 Hes very defensive of you because he believes youre misunderstood. He doesnt like the way some people laugh at you and he's definitely clipped a number of the younger lads around the ear when theyve made some joke about you talking to the dead.

🍀 Futher to that he's definitely gotten into whole fights with outsiders who have said things about you being a witch, men who have cat called you, been met with a sharp response from you and then said, "ooo whatre you gonna do about girl? Put one of your gypsy curses on me?" they think they're funny until their nose comes into contact with Bonnies fist.

🍀Every time you tell him he shouldn't, you are so determined to look after yourself, and every time he just shrugs and smiles and says that he likes fighting for you. Reminding you again that you aren't alone.

🍀 He calls you Trouble, or Little Rook when he's feeling cute.

🍀 Has definitely let you smudge black eyeliner beneath his eyes once or twice, it makes you laugh which is a rarity.

🍀 You look so striking when youre sitting among the drunken rabble who come to watch his fights. You dressed in all black, your ghostly aura, your fixed and intense gaze piercing, locked on him. You have this stubborn determination about you when you watch him and people have often accused you of "fixing" the match yourself, putting a spell on Bonnies competition to make them weak.

🍀 Bonnie gets annoyed when people make those accusations, he gets stubborn and defensive about it because a) "they only say it cause we're gypsies!" b) "And she isnt a fucking witch, its disrespectful" and c) "I don't need a fuckin spell to beat these soft lads in a fuckin fight, am Bonnie fuckin Gold arent i..."

🍀 On these occasions you're the only person who can really calm him down or settle him. Your quiet, calm, dry and cutting sense of humour the only thing that can put a smile on his face and stop him killing someone.

🍀 Your favourite thing to do is ride horseback with him across the moores in the mist, those gloomy gothic landscapes are perfect to you. You like being alone with him in the fog, feeling like youre the only living boy and girl in the world.

Isaiah

🐀Honestly he definitely thinks youre killer hot, your elegant dark clothes, the lace you often wear. The way you do your make up dark and smokey around the eyes. All he wants to do when he sees you, is take you somewhere dark and shadowy to do dark deeds with you

🐀 He definitely tries to flirt by teasing you, definitely made the mistake of using the phrase "cheer up love, it might never happen," the first time he met you, to which he was met with the iciest glare and the most cutting "that would be a shame."

🐀He is a little like John in that all the nicknames he chooses for you are overly affectionate and sweet on purpose just to embarrass you. He likes "sunshine" "princess" "sweetie pie" best because whenever he uses those names for you the glare you fix him with is so cold and sharp. It both amuses and attracts him.

🐀Really really enjoys watching you cut down other people with your sharp remarks, kind of likes the fact that you dont need looking after. You can stand up for yourself and he really admires that about you.

🐀Buys you lots of pretty black and red jewlery.

🐀Honestly hes the one spreading rumours about you, he finds it funny to put the fear of god into the men down the Garrison telling them all about his girlfriend who has definitely murdered men before.

🐀 Still, if other men cross a line, Isaiah might be the one that kills them. He can say whatever he likes about his girl but if any one else crosses a line then theyre for it.

🐀 Once Tommy gave him the job of disposing of a dead body and you asked to see it (morbid curiosity) and his first response was to get really angry at you, because why the fuck would you want to see that?! When your response was to simply shrug your shoulders all "fair enough i was just curious," he softens a bit, hes unnerved because you dont seem to give a shit either way and hes confused by that.

🐀He doesnt let you see it though and he tells you never to ask him or any of the peaky boys that ever again.

🐀 Hes obsessed with your cold touch, loves feeling your icy fingers dance over his skin or linger on his neck/cheek. Your lips are often cold when you kiss his cheek and it gives him those good shivers.

🐀 Teasingly makes the sign of the cross whenever you enter the room just to see you roll your eyes and have you call him ridiculous.

🐀Your favourite time to go out for walks is the middle of the night and it drives him insane because its not safe "even if you look like youve just popped in from hell, its dangerous!" so he loses a lot of sleep going on walks with you during the witching hour.

🐀You have a reputation as a couple, him for being a little unpredictable and you for being predictably sharp and cutting. People know not to cross you and it often only takes one sharp look from you with your piercing gaze for someone to think twice about what they might be about to say.

Michael

☘️ You're his Raven, he's well read and he often calls you Carmilla, feme fatale, Carmen.

☘️ Buys you black petunias which look like this...

☘️ You have a really gothic looking house/garden with all these black flowers growing out the front and in the windows. People say you live in a haunted house and they warn Michael against calling on you, but Michael's mother is Polly Gray so he isnt scared of ghosts. He doesnt believe in them.

☘️ You wear so much velvet and he cant keep his hands off you, he loves smoothing his hands over your waist, feeling the soften off your dress and the curve of your body.

☘️ "That girls not to be trusted Michael, she's so clearly put a spell on you..." "Maybe she has," he shrugs smirks and ends any conversation which brings you into suspicion like that

☘️ Secretly enjoys the fact that people are a little bit scared of his girl, he likes the fact hes seeing a dangerous woman, it makes you a dangerous couple. More than that though, he likes the fact he doesnt have to worry too much about competition. Most men are scared of you afterall. It makes him feel powerful that he's managed to win you.

☘️ He won't take you seriously when you say spooky things or whatever, whenever you try to use your witchy reputation to prove yourself to Michael he just chuckles and tells you to settle down, he's stubborn about it too. "Put on all the airs you like when it comes to those other men my little Raven but they won't work on me..."

☘️ He likes when you sing your gloomy, spooky little folk songs for him, or when you put on slow, eerie tunes and dance to them in that strange sensual way you do. (im thinking audrey twin peaks style) he could watch you dancing for hours, so easily transfixed by you.

☘️Your darkness and spooky reputation actually ingratiates you to tommy so michael gets more respect from tommy because of you. Tommy has a real soft spot for you though and michael often gets jealous, worried that if tommy ever decides to get too close you wont be able to resist the older mans darkness.

[adhdandeverythingneurodivergent]

ADHD Note Taking

I'm reading an online text book now (while YouTube is playing) and I wanted to do this right now real quick on how I do notes and people can add how they do notes with ADHD or other learning disorders. (Also at least I am doing this when I started this who knows if I'll add this to my drafts)

I write in differnt colored pens. -- I find writing in one color kind of makes everything blend together just like, bleeeeggghh. Writing in different colors separates the points to me and also when I inevitably lose my reading place, I have a general idea where I was.

I also think the routine thing works in here. Some say routine helps ADHD, I disagree, I think routine irritates me. I think of routine like the Doctor from Doctor Who does. It's appalling to me and it makes me want to scream or rip off my arm just so something happens. (You may think that's overdramatic but who are you to judge me, likely neurotypical person!?) I think routine bores my brain and makes it drift off and the different colors helps that.

I write one side of the page, not on both sides -- When you write and you turn the page, it caused the led or ink to smudge on the page and it kind of messes me up and also if you write in ink it bleeds slightly even with gel pens that I use and that also messes me up so I write on the front side of every new page which I know is wasteful but so is writing notes that don't help me.

I always seperate each line of words with those notebook lines -- When I was in elementary school (because I had a motor skills problem) I would be brought out of class to work on my writing and I was taught to write inside the line which is how most people probably do it but I've found if I go to the next line it also makes it blend in together and it like, where am I, there's too much in this one spot. There are hanging hooks of J's and Y's and I slanted my writing a little, so I put one clean space of notebook lines between my writing.

I have something of relevance playing -- I'm studying psychology right now--I want to delve more in the psychology of people for writing and what not and I always knew I understood psychology better because of my ADHD and I had started watching Criminal Minds which is about the FBI's branch called the BAU (Behavorial Anayalsis Unit) where they use psychology and statistics to narrow down who a criminal (like a serial killer) is and understand them and I found I actually understood what they were saying a lot--so I play Criminal Minds while I study. It's relevant and so it keeps me on task--ideally I do episodes I've already seen but sometimes I do new ones. (I'm only season 12)

[codgod-moved]

Hi! I was wondering if you would be open to doing a tutorial on how to draw a character in makeup?

i mean i’d love to give you some kind of in-depth step by step or whatever but the only character i usually draw in makeup is tango and that’s just.. smudge some dark grey on a multiply layer around his eyes, and put some red above that on a seperate normal layer (also smudged around) then merge those with the skin layer and colour the rest of the thing. because i do skin first and have all my colours on one layer for the most part. like idk what you want from me here i just kinda wing it

[sumeru-academy]

Cherry chapstick.

synopsis: you share your lip gloss with them in a creative way.

character(s): sara, yae, lisa. (seperate)

warning(s): kissing. lots of kissing. vague mentions of making out.

note(s): female reader, modern au.

P.S: Did you know frogs can pop their eyeballs inward and into their mouths? Apparently it helps them chew. Fascinating. 

⎯⎯mod angel 🎐

KUJOU SARA

“Are you ready to go yet?” Sara’s impatient tone almost made you jerk your hand away again. The lip gloss close to smearing off your lips, and threatening to make you look like someone who had bad motor skills whilst applying makeup in the back of a bumpy van. 

“Sara...! You almost made me smudge,” you cautiously dabbed at the small corner of your lips, your girlfriend only rolling her eyes at this action and lightly prodding at your cheek. “We’re getting late, Y/N. Miko will talk my ear off if we show up late to her party again. You know how she is.”

“I know, I know. I just wanna look hot!” Sara scrunched her nose at this statement. “You’re already hot. Now come on—”

Lightly grabbing your wrist, you had just finished applying the final touches before turning to face your lover fully. Your goth girlfriend freezing in place as she stared at the thin layer of glimmer that accentuated your lips. Wow, you were right. You did look hot.

“Eyes up here babe,” you teased as you watched Sara clear her throat awkwardly. 

“I...I wasn’t—”

“Yeah yeah I know. Like it at least?”

“More than like. You look gorgeous.”

Now it was your turn to get all gushy mushy as you swatted your hands in giddiness. “Pff, I’m glad. Because I’m gonna apply it to you next!”

“Excuse me—”

“Lesbian straddle party!”

You tackled your girlfriend to the bed and made her lie down without messing up her outfit. Sara looking like she both expected and unexpected this considering how long you two had been dating. 

“Get off me.”

“Shut up you’ll look cute.”

Leaning down towards her face, you conjured up the biggest, most teary puppy-dog eyes you could muster and even stuck your lip out in your signature toddler-like pout. “Pleaseeee Sara? Let your cutesy wutesy gf apply lip gloss to you?”

With a perfectly timed lip quiver, you watched as your girlfriend’s tough façade crumbled like Wall Maria. Her narrowed eyes proving no match for your ‘cutesy wutesy’ stare that could make any man succumb to their grave in a fit of tears and squeals. 

“...Fine.” Sara pressed a finger to your lips before you could shout, “But promise me you’ll make it quick. Okay? I have to go start the car.”

“Deal!”

You uncapped the tube of lip gloss and watched as Sara shifted bashfully under your body. She wasn’t used to this compromising position, even though it was totally harmless and innocent. 

Lol. 

“Is it flavored?” Sara asked nonchalantly, trying to not-so-subtly stare at the shimmery coating of your lips. 

“You’ll find out in a second,” you grinned. 

Sara watched as you applied another layer of lip gloss to yourself, and quirked a brow up in confusion. You already had a full fresh coat of lip gloss applied, so why would you—

And then you leaned down and pressed your lips against hers. The stickiness of the lip gloss transferring to her skin as you innocently moved your lips away with a faux doe-like smile. 

Cherry. 

Sara felt her cheeks warm up at the taste. 

It tastes like cherry.

“Like it?” you breathed out a giggle at her reaction. 

“Yes...” Sara then brought your hand up to her face and lightly kissed your palm. 

“Though, I think a second coat is needed. You know, to make it more visible.”

YAE MIKO

“Seems like Sara and her girlfriend are going to be late again...” Miko stared judgingly at the text on her phone, stating that the couple might be held up in “traffic” and won’t be able to make it for another half hour. The various little typos and quick lowercase spelling being an obvious sign that the two of them weren’t going to be late due to traffic. Oh Sara, Miko knew better. Miko always knew better. 

“Typical of them,” you smiled in the mirror as you continued to apply your mascara. Miko only smiling in the reflection of the mirror and walking up to wrap her arms around you affectionately. 

“Mm...but at least my pretty girl won’t keep me waiting, right?” Miko’s coy smile flashed beside you in the mirror. Her hushed whispers tickling the outer shell of your ear as you jabbed your mascara tube against her nose to keep her from kissing you.

“Away from the makeup, Miko. Away, away.”

You shooed her away with another jab to the nose. Miko’s face scrunching up adorably before swatting your hand away in annoyance. 

“Ugh. Am I not allowed to smooch my darling anymore?” Miko’s face mimicked that of a disappointed child. 

“Not when you’re getting lipstick stains all over my face.”

“Oh come on. You love it.”

“Lies. Lies I say,” you turned back to face the mirror and ignored the suggestive faces Miko was making in the reflection of the mirror. Little puckering noises coming from her lips and further agitating you as you pulled out a tube of lip gloss. “Miko, if you keep making out with the air, I’m going to think you’re cheating on me.”

“Awe, but I’d never cheat on a steal like you,” Miko grinned flirtatiously. 

“I know, I know, I’m too hot to lose,” you chuckled, starting to swipe lip gloss over your lips and catching the attention of the curious kitsune. “Is that a new lip gloss?” she asked with piqued interest, your smirk in the mirror saying yes. 

“Mhm. Got it from Nephora just the other day. Wanna try it?”

Miko stared at the shimmery lip gloss over your lips and nodded. Seemingly entranced with how extra enticing you looked in this new shade of color. “Looks cute. I’ll go wipe off my own.”

“Oh, there’s no need for that Miko,” you chuckled menacingly. 

“Ah...I beg your pardon--”

With two quick strides against the hardwood of your house, you grabbed your girlfriend by the collar of her dress and kissed her. Hard. The sweet and slightly sour burn of lip gloss being all the kitsune could taste from your lips as her ears rocketed to the sky in both shock and adoration. 

‘Oh...Oh wow...’

It was really funny. And cute. Her ears standing as straight as her posture as she quickly kissed back. Trying to get back at you before you inevitably pulled away. 

“Hah! Your face...!” you giggled, wiping away a bit of smeared lip gloss from her cheek. Miko fortunately bouncing back from your little stunt and getting right back into her teasing game.

“Hm, you’re right, you got it all over me.” She smirked, watching you raise a brow in confusion. 

“I think I should do it this time. A bit more precisely and neater.”

LISA MINCI

“Something smells good, and it’s not just the food...”

Lisa’s airy chuckle met with your reply as she stirred tonight’s dinner around in a pan. “Hm, thanks cutie, it’s a new perfume brand I got just the other day. It’s supposed to smell like wildflowers and honey, but let’s be honest, you’re the only honey I really need.”

“How very cottagecore lesbian of you,” you chuckled, your wife only smiling in reply as she took a quick glance at you from behind. The faint sparkle of sweet lip gloss not going unnoticed by the librarian’s trained eye. “Touched yourself up for tonight?” Lisa’s teasing demeanor returned, switching off the stove and carrying tonight’s pasta dinner to a bowl.  

“It’s only fair that I pair my new lip gloss with your new perfume. You’re not the only one who can dress to impress,” you walked over to the cabinets and began grabbing plates to set up for tonight’s special dinner date. The fancy ones, as tonight was wine night and both you and Lisa loved wine night. 

“Mm, you don’t need to impress me sweetheart, you could’ve shown up in sweats and a T-shirt and I still would’ve found you sexy.”

“Drinking wine in sweatpants does not seem very sexy to me,” you scoffed, playfully shouldering her as you started setting up the silverware. 

“Mm...it could work with you...” Lisa smiled, going over to toss up the salad, “Hey, do you think I could borrow that lip gloss you used? Looks super cute, plus we’d match!” 

“Oh sure! Hold on...” setting down the last fork, you made your way over to your makeup bag and got the tube in hand. Staring at the shimmery cylinder with awe before an idea struck you like a discus to Hyacinthus. 

‘Hah, she won’t know what hit her.’

Just like Hyacinthus--

Clutching the tube with newfound mischief, you applied another layer to your lips and made a popping sound to even it out. Walking towards your busied wife who was adding some ranch, and tapping her shoulder with a smirk on your lips.

“I got it.”

“Oh, thanks cutie,” not even looking in your direction, Lisa stuck out her hand with the intentions of just receiving the lip gloss tube. Of course, these weren’t your intentions as you grabbed her hand and pulled her towards you. Your now stunned wife gasping in shock when you planted a sweet yet not long enough kiss to smear the lip gloss just how she wanted. 

“Oh!”

Pulling away before she could lean in for more, you deviously licked away the lip gloss from the corner of your lip and chuckled. “A little payback for always messing with me. Like the shade?”

Lisa suddenly grabbed your arms and leaned back in to kiss you, savoring the sticky texture of gloss as you panicked and instantly lost your cool. 

“Uh? Hello? Dinner?”

“Dinner can wait.”

[mitamicah]

Spoilers from both Trollhunters the book and Trollhunters the series!

While reading the book I was really impressed with how many differences there were between the character so I have worked on giving my take on six characters from both media, book vs series, and how they differ from each other :3 

I should mention that while there was illustrations in the book I tried for the challenge not to copy those but follow along the describtions in the book - when possible - to give my own interpretation of the characters ^v^ 

Steve

First up we have Steve. Starting out as the stereotypical bully in both version their paths seperates quickly resulting in two different ending for the musuclar blond Jorgensen-Warner is the book version of Steve. Here's how he is described from our first encounter with him: "He was handsome but in the oddest way- He eyes were too small and his nose piggish: he had a ridiculous amount of hair and a couple of teeth that looked like fangs. Yet somehow in combination these features were sort of mesmerising. His unnatural muscular bulk and odd way of speaking -crisply, politely, as if he were a foreign student who had learned English in class - completed the strange package." page 21-22 For his outfit I went with the description of him on page 224 "[my clothes] ... didn't cast me in the best light when compared to Steve Jorgensen-Warner, who looked rather rakish in blue jeans and a shirt - definitely not a blouse - opened to the third button. He dribbled the ball casually with his left hand." The bold passages is added by me   This Steve is later revealed to be a changeling aka a troll   Before we go on: can any of you explain to me what a "ridiculous amount of hair" even means :'D? I had a lot of trouble with this prompt because isn't this so darn subjective :'D? and the official art look way less ridiculous than I'd figure it'll be :'D x'D Palchuk is the series version of Steve. His facial appearance being way less specific (I'd say he has normal sized eyes, a big roman nose and some more or less normal teeth) and his way of speaking is definitely not polite. Like book Steve, this Steve starts out with pushing smaller guys into lockerrooms yet after that he becomes way less of a terrifying bully and much more of a silly goose who brings a lot of the comic relief in my opinion Douxie says it best in Wizards when he calls Steve the "village idiot" x'D I do not recall seeing Steve being that sporty in the show, he is much more interested in becoming homecoming king  no basketballs around x'D While book Steve is revealed to be the enemy (a troll) series Steve joins the "good guys" creating the creepslayerz with the character Eli Pepperjack

Blinky

Blinky is just called Blinky in the book  Here's a bit of description of him "The third [troll] had scarlet eyes, eight of them on long stems. (...) The thing from my house glided toward me with a surprising grace for something with an indetermined number of legs, all of which were hidden behind a patched kilt scaled with layers of medals, prizes and trophies and award ribbons. An incalculable tangle of tentacles twined around one another as if dying to squeese something to death. As it passed the oven, the firelight revealed olive-green skin, reptilian texture, and lacquer of slime lubricating its undulating appendages Its moth a horizontal gash.. " The bold passages is added by me   So yeah this Blinky is quite something :'D I stopped caring to draw tentacles after a while but overall this was silly but fun to draw  since his teeth later is described as big as traffic cones I believe he must be very tall :'D Also he's close to blind   Has a bit of a dirty mouth but in a very "read" way if it makes sense :'D cannot seem to stop calling Jim dimwitted and tiny and Tobias big :'D Blinky's full name in the series is Blinkus Galadrigal  he has six eyes instead of eight and they are all working just fine, thank you very much x'D His tons of tentacles and legs has been replaced by four arms and two legs and while he is still olive-green he is now made of tone like texture just like the other trolls  the kilt turned into shorts and he is quite a bit smaller now not even as tall as Jim  He still has this very academic way of speaking yet he is way nicer to Jim calling him "Master Jim" instead of "the short one" x'D

ARRRGH!!!

Book ARRGHHH!!!s full name is Johannah Mmmm ARRRGH!!! and she is a pretty big deal warrior among the trolls in the book - she's so badass in fact Blinky has decided to call her by her last name to honor her for her deeds for trollkind   Here's a qoute from the book describing her appearance   "The goliath emerged from the tunnel as comfortably as a dog from a doghouse, coarse black fur pouring into the chamber before I could make out any actual arms or legs (...) Even beneath the fur I could see loops of muscles flexing. (...) ARRRGH!!! was built like a gorilla but three times larger: Two arms, two legs, and, thankfully, just two eyes. Horns, curled like those of a ram (...) The thing's orange eyes cast about with animal perceptiveness, and it used its snout and sniffed. Its jaws fell open to reveal a purple, slavering mouth armed with haphazard daggers of teeth." Page 75-76 The bold passages is added by me   (Also worth mentioning: the qoute is from before the protagonist knows of ARRRGH!!!'s gender which is why he calls her an 'it') At other times in the story we learn that ARRRGH! has quite scarred arms and really wishes for better tooth hygeine; so much so that Tobias actually end up making her a brace out of chicken wire :'D Idk I find it quite adorable :'D Now unto the serie's ARRRGH!!! - first up he is male, his name is Arghaumont and he is famous for another reason than Johannah: he was a general of Gunmar but retreated from the war making him a traitor to his people yet a hero for the good trolls in the series. Series ARRRGH!!! is likewise built like a gorilla but made of stone and having a mane long and green like it is moss  his horns is way smaller and less curvy and his teeth hygeine is never brought up  also his face is way less dog like x'D 

Tobias 

Book Tobias' full name is Tobias M. Dershowitz yet he is going by 'Tubby' or 'Tub'. Here is a describtion of him from the book: "You could call Tobias Dershowitz chubby, if you were being cute, or husky if you were being diplomatic. The fact is he was fat, and that was only the beginning of his problems. His hair was a thick, orange, out-of-control hedge. His face spilled over with the kind of freckles that make kids like Tub look like overgrown toddlers. Worst of all were his braces, marvels of modern torment: whips of stainless steel crisscrossing each tooth seperately and lashed to a dozen silver fasteners. The braces clicked so much when he spoke, you expected sparks. At least he was tall..." page 27 The bold passages is added by me   The outfit I went with is described on page 259 like this: "He stood in the driveway decked out in his best approximation of a ninja: black tennis shoes, black sweatpants, a black hoodie, a belt made from a red curtain sash, and an oversize fanny pack holding his gear (...) It was unfortunate that the fanny pack was lime green..." To describe Tub is a bit difficult because sadly he is not much in the story as I'd liked - mostly he is being quite serious and let us know he is not happy by being sidelined not speaking troll nor being invited on hunts which I completely understand tbh :'D What I do find interesting is how Tub and series Jim has seem to have switched roles a little bit: In the series Jim is the one giving a speech about how he is insecure about his place in life and how he wants more - in the book this is Tub in more than one occassion: "We have to accept who we are. And before you ask, I'll tell you. We're nobody. We have no life. We have nothing to look forward to. We're not special. I just want it to go away. All of it. The stupid being scared. Doesn't it seem we've been scared forever?" page 37 "Jim, you're wrong. We were meant to do this. This is exactly what we've been waiting for. They've chosen us. Of all people! Us! (...) Jesus, Jim, take a look at my life! You know what I'm worth! To anyone? Zero! Nothing! I'm a fat loser and will always be a fat loser. Until this. This is like a present. Full of, man, I don't know. Hope?..." page 196 (talking about trollhunting here btw) Oh yeah and book Tobias gets this badass scene where he uses his dentist's tool to kill trolls I loved that   Now series Tobias is way different :'D first up his name is Tobias Domzalski and his nicknames are Toby and Tobes. He is way shorter and has more neat hair (what is it with the series neating up the hair :'D? x'D). He also seems way cheerier and pretty happy with his place in life more or less  Unlike Tub, Toby is in it from the start being an important player in the story   He doesn't have the same drive to be something more than he is as Tub has instead Toby is going with the flow starting out quite afraid of everything troll and ended up being as brave as the rest of the team *tbh Jim's scared out of his wits too so they mimic each other x'D* Where Tub has dentist tools Toby gets a badass hammer so I'll say its an upgrade  

Claire

First off we have Claire Fontaine, a foreign student from no other than Scotland with a taste for military clothing and liqourice   Here's how she's described in the book   "She tucked her long dark hair behind her ear and left ir with an adorable smudge of white dust. I thought she was beautiful, though she wasn't in the classic sense. The popular girl would say she wasn't skinny enough. They would also point to the fact that she didn't wear makeup or do anything to tame that hair. And her clothes -well, what could be said about her clothes? Her boots were not sexy and knee-high: in fact, they were ankle-high and rubber-soled and looked picked from military surplus racks, an array of pea-green coats and multi-coloured slacks, all of which looked as if they'd been through actual World War II combat. And that beret she wore before and after school wasn't of the look-at-me-I'm Frensh variety: it was more in the style of I'm-going-to-invade-your-country-and-be-your-new-dictator. Only one thing didn't make sense: that bright pink, exceedingly girlish backpack that inexplicably hadn't one anti-establidh patch sewn onto it (...) Oh, I forgot to mention that Claire Fontain came from the UK. That's right- the girl had an accent. I think you are starting to get the picture." page 30-1 The bold passages is added by me It is hinted at that Claire is quite tall and a great deal taller than Jim (more when I get to him) and she is actually a whole year older than Jim since they both have birthday May 2 but Claire is 16 while Jim is 15  Since Trollhunters in this story is not a "protected title" (aka the chosen hero type) Claire ends up being one herself even though nobody even herself didn't know: AND. SHE. KICKS. BUTT! She's even better than the guy that had 40+ years experience so yeah safe to say she's badass :'D Even before that she has a hilarious scene calling out Steve in the wildest shitstorm of Scottish slang I lived for it x'D She's described quite a few times with lots of bracelets, sometimes made of wire so I gave her a bit of both   She's not really a part of the popular group but has her own thing going on   Now onto Claire Nuñez the series' version of this badass   Here Claire is hispanic and pretty much one of the most popular girls seen around  her style is way more ... I've called it punk rock in purple but Idk exactly what to call it x'D she's shorter than Jim and slimmer looking than her book counterpart   She enters the story not as a trollhunter but as a victim of having her brother stolen by changelings and as time progresses she becomes a fastlearning and quite competent sorcerer dealing in shadow magic   Unlike Fontaine, Nuñes is seen wearing make up, shorter hair with dye in it and hair clips instead of bracelets  

Jim 

First up we have book Jim. His full name is James Sturges Jr. and lives with his single parent, his dad, after his mother went away the day before his birthday in start May and never returned. Sturges Sr. had been traumatized loosing his brother to trolls although none of the characters didn't know this yet - only Senior had seen the creatures making him paranoid and in turn making Jim very embarrased about his father. At the same time Jim seems to honestly worry for his father and his behavior too makes Jim very cautious and fearful a character. Book Jim is pretty much a typical teenager for the most part  He is seen to be a tad clumsy and not exactly brave really. And the author's choice of basically not describing him anywhere made my job way harder trying to be book accurate :'D So I've mostly inspired him of the official illustrations in the book   Here's what I could find about our little trollhunter   First off: he's a short fellow  that is first mentioned on page 14; "Sunshine is important for growing boys." (...) "I am not growing" I took after my dad when it came to size and was still waiting for that growth spurt everyone kept raving about. "In fact I think I'm shrinking." This is brought up most of everything Jim through the movie from him not being able to reach a point of a chalkboard (page 32) to people's dissapointing sighs taking meassurements when he is chosen as Romeo (107) and him wearing super high heels for the same reason (224) but also Blinky directly calling him a "little fellow" (page 127) On page 27 we learn that he is getting a bruise on his chin after being slammed into his locker by Steve  Lockers he has been thrown into enough to have learned to open them on the inside :'D He is a skinny fella which Tobias so politely call "lack of muscletone" due to "glandular" at page 120 He is not very good at anything describing his room full of stuff from hobbies he tried and failed at (page 63) The longest describtion about his appearance is probably page 105: "I lowered my eyes and regarded the chewed, dirty fingernails holding my script, thes scuffed shoes on my feet, and realized that these were the symbols of my pityful life: worn-out, insignificant, ready to be thrown beneath Dad's industrial mower" It pretty much says it all when this is the longest quite I could find :'D For the outfit I mostly went by the small describtion on page 89-90: "I tucked the medallion beneath my shirt. After a full day of wearing it, maybe the rest of the suffocating fear would go away too. My plan was to dart into the kitchen, grab my sweatshirt and be out of the house. " I added jeans since he is said to wear jeans on page 283 - the medallion sneak out beneath the sweatshirt/shirt on page 97 which is why I added it on top here as well   Now since there's a bit more to both versions of Jim due to their role as the protagonist I've added in a little extra features here being the medallion in the book vs the amulet in the series and the weaponry given to the characters   For Sturges we have the medallion who's described like this: "It was a bronze medallion conntected to a rusty chain. It was engraved with a foreboding crest: a hideous, snarling face; indecipherable markings of a sevage language, and a magnificent long-sword across the bottom." page 9 The medallion is treated like it is a common artefact if a bit rare in the book - its purpose is to translate trollspeak for the wearer. Jim is giving two swords in the book; a rusty longsword he calls Clairesword (do I need to explain this one?) and a cutlass he calls Cat #6 after the one cat at Tobias' house that liked Jim  x'D For Sturges' personality my feeling about him is that he is a bit more ... passive than his series counterpart. He is not really standing up for himself that much and would rather blend into the background. This qoute from Claire sums him up pretty nicely I believe   "You're a good person, Mr. Sturges. A bit gloomy, but good" page 246 I do like that Jim in this version is a Taurus  (I am a taurus too x'D) born on May 2nd so that's a plus   It is probably also worth mentioning that in this world trollhunters aren't a chosen hero type like in the series: trollhunters or paladin was once a title held by many warriors yet now there's very few left. Sturges was a proud paladin family making Jim a chosen candidate for the honor of becoming a trollhunter but he is not the only one - or even the best - in the book. In fact out of the three trollhunters we learn about I'll say Jim is the weakest (and he is not even the least trained; ouch :'D) Jim doesn't get a nice armour like his series counterpart either but is seen in the illustrations wearing a blue hoodie (like the one in the little doodle)   The full name of Jim in the series is James Lake Jr. He is the child of a single parent and lives with his mother whom Jim "mothers a lot" (Tobias' words in the first episode) This Jim is pretty "tall for his age" (Jim's own words uttered quite a few times across all three series) yet with quite skinny legs (he is called out for this by multiple characters). He is much more competent in life than his book counterpart being an exceptional cook, good at Spanish, seemingly alright in PE and at school he seems to stand pretty good if only holding himself back. Unlike book Jim, series Jim seems much more active and longing to be something more than he is - he is seen to be quite brave and protective of his friends, very kind and selfless. Also even from the start he seems much more nimble than his book counterpart being able to climb the robe (a feat book Jim didn't do before later) and with his training as trollhunter he becomes even more badass   Trollhunter status in the series is way more important since the title is given to only one chosen warrior of Merlin chosen by the amulet of daylight (the medallion in the book). This also makes the amulet way more special and important in the series which probably explains its shine up from rusty bronze thing to silver and blue. While Lake Jr doesn't have named sword he does have a magical armour and sword made of daylight   We do not know the exact birthday of Lake Jr but the creators have replied to a fanquestion saying it would be around fall especially October so by that estimate Jim is probably a scorpio  pretty far from the before mentioned taurus in the book   While Jim Lake Jr isn't seen with long lasting bruises in the original series he does get two more permanent scars in Wizards  

[getgoodlol]

An Unwelcome Meeting

part 3 of my Bdubs' Betrayal fanfic!

heyo! disclaimer before u read; i never claimed to be good at writing. this is purely for fun! i am aware that the hermits are all great people and they're all good friends. i am just playing on the roleplay and the characters they play within the storyline.

please do not tag this as ship. thank you and enjoy!

Grian rocked back and fourth on his feet, his hand in an L shape resting on his chin. His eyes were narrowed, staring at one of the chests in the Barge. He was pondering a price change on dirt; it wasn't selling particularly well. However, there were a few diamonds in the chest, so he took them out and eagerly went to his profit box to deposit his earnings.

Upon opening it, he noticed a thin leather book placed gingerly inside. He recognized it immediately- it had once graced his hands, after all. He dropped the diamonds carelessly, now focused on the presumed response from Bdubs. Grian gripped the book with two hands, excitement pulsing through him. A risky offer was always a rush.

He closed the shulker with his gaze still glued to the book. Swiftly, he opened it and flipped past his note. A few pages in, he noticed more writing that looked shaky and wobbly.

Grian scoffed with a smirk. He tried real hard to make it secret, didn't he?

He read each line with an eyebrow raised. Seemed as though Bdubs had turned him down. He was in denial, of course- nobody would want to be a mayor's doormat.

Then his eyes grazed the final scentence. The word accept looked like it was written slowly, the ink was heavier and it was smudged a little bit.

The pure excitement that beamed on Grian's face was priceless. Luckily there were no shoppers to be blinded at the time.

Quickly, he whispered a message in chat to Bdubs. Perhaps he could've sent everything like this from the start. That wouldn't have been as dramatic, though.

Hey Bdubs. Got your message. Meet me at Stress' potion shop.

Almost immediately, he got a response.

Alright, G. Scar's not around, is he?

Grian sighed. So what if he is? You won't get caught. And no, he's not even online.

A few minutes later, Bdubs popped into view, his elytra making a shadow across the shopping district. He folded his wings and landed not-so-gracefully in front of Grian with a nervous grin on his face.

Grian let the previous goofy excitement die down within him. Despite it all, this was still serious, at least for Bdubs. He expected the Mycelium Resistance to be light hearted, but he had to admit, Scar was taking advantage of his power quite ruthlessly. Although G's attitude was normally jokey, he felt maybe he should tone it down for now. A little bit.

Bdubs opened his mouth to speak- man, when did he ever stop rambling? Grian shushed him before he could say anything. The base had to be kept a secret away from all the other Hermits.

Swiftly, Grian showed him the way in through the shulker box.

"Ohhhhhh," Bdubs murmured, earning a glare.

Once they were inside, Grian led the newcomer to the table and had him sit down. "How does it feel?"

"Different," Bdubs sat awkwardly, clearly feeling out of place.

"Different as in: you're not literally sat on the floor."

"I guess you could say that."

He wasn't talking as much now. Had Grian been too harsh?

"I'm gonna call the other guys, okay? I haven't told them I recruited you."

Visible fear washed over the taller man's face. "I'm the mayor's second in command. There's no way they trust me."

"And I'm Mother Spore, founder of the resistance. What difference does it make? If you really care about the environment, you'll make them trust you. Plus, they trust me. And I recruited you."

"...M'kay. You'll introduce me?"

Grian nodded. He was afraid he was going to fast, but he needed to act quickly. He knew this really wasn't about the environment to Bdubs, of course it wasn't!

It really wasn't to him, either. It was about the principal.

Grian pressed the button with a firm press, eyes staying on Bdubs. His gaze was aligned with the table in front of him

"Y'know, G, you did a really great job with this table, the whole place is really cool! You say you're not great at interiors, b-"

Though Grian would have loved to sit and gloat about his builds, Bdubs' scentence was cut short by six ender-porters being activated, and six servermates finding their way into their respective chairs, looking frazzled.

"Grian?? Did you call this meeting?" Impulse asked, fixing his hair. He looked like he had been working on something.

Most of them did; Beef was covered in paint. Or blood. Could have been blood, knowing VintageBeef, but Grian assumed he was working on another album cover.

Stress' hair was full of nether-y bits, twigs, even flowers that were seperate from her regular head piece. She must've been working on her base.

Jevin was holding endstone, which was a surprise to no one.

Ren was quickly putting on his lab coat, brushing off ash from his shoulders.

Etho looked unfazed, but curious, his eyes locked on the new member.

Bdubs, on the other hand, sat quietly, eyes wide. He didn't really know where to rest his gaze, his pupils darting back and fourth. His neatly folded hands came undone, his fingers tapping on his palms.

"Yes," Grian answered simply, "Don't worry, everyone, everything is fine."

Before Grian could explain further, Etho pointed at Bdubs. "Uh, Grian? You sure everything is fine?"

Impulse gasped. "An infiltrator? We have to get out of here!"

Anxious chatter broke out amongst the crowd, everyone starting to get up from their seats. Bdubs looked over at Grian with a bewildered face.

"Everyone! Sit down! He's supposed to be here."

Everyone obeyed him. He held back a smile; it was nice to be in charge.

"So you've captured him, then?" Jevin asked, folding his arms.

"He doesn't look very captured..." Stress pointed out.

"No, I've recruited him."

Silence blanketed the table.

After a moment, Grian continued. "Bdubs has had a change of heart. He's on our side now."

Everyone exchanged looks.

"... He's literally Scar's second hand." Impulse gestured towards the silent man at the foot of the table.

"His lackey," Said Beef, leaning on the table.

"Hey! Am not!" Bdubs exclaimed defensively.

"Bdubs," Grian silenced him. He paused for a moment, looking around at his resistance. "Welcome, Bdubs, to the Mycelium Resistance. We have many things in store for you."

"So, what, you're just gonna tell Scar that you're with us now? He's gonna like... blow up the shopping district!" Ren straightened his goggles, as if he hadn't put them on correctly.

"I was planning on it, tonight, actually. He's expecting a note from me, about the shops or whatever, and instead, I was gonna just leave him a goodbye note."

Grian shook his head. "No, no, you're not doing that. You're now named the Head of Secret Angency."

"You really couldn't come up with a better name?" Etho muttered.

"Hey, mine is 'Head of Farming'. You take what you can get." Jevin laughed.

"Enough about the names. Bdubs, you're a secret agent now. You will be sticking by Scar's side, and reporting everything he does back to us." Grian explained.

Bdubs looked as if he had been put under a hydraulic press. Was he up for the job? Sure, Grian could manage the resistance on his own, but ... something about morals? Taking Bdubs away from the capitalist power? Something like that.

"I dunno about this, G, what if he just... double-agents us? Feeds us false information and tells Scar our plans..." Impulse suggested wearily.

Bdubs took a deep breath, then a long exhale escaped his nose. "Look, fellas, I get it if you can't trust me. I'm Scar's... 'lackey'! I wouldn't trust me either... but you'd wanna join the other side, too, if you were under Scar's command all the time."

He got stares from everyone around the table. Grian almost laughed. He knew it.

As soon as Bdubs realized what he had said, he added swiftly, "He's just so prominent about putting all the grass down! H-he really doesn't realize that the mycelium is the natural land..."

"I think I trust him." Stress offered, making Bdubs smile.

The rest of the table stayed silent.

"You're dismissed." Grian said after a moment of quiet. "Bdubs, go to Scar tonight. Find out anything you can about his plans, and report back at the next meeting tomorrow."

Bdubs nodded.

As everyone started to leave, Grian could see Bdubs gingerly grab Impulse's shoulder.

"Impulse? Can I talk to you after we get out of here?"

[donghyuckcuyhgnod]

[happy (late) halloween!]

ever since you were kids, halloween was always a big deal to you and your best friend. ever since you could remember, you and donghyuck had spent halloween together every year from the ripe age of five. matching costumes were sort of your thing when the two of you were younger, and nothing has changed in the last fifteen years. you would spend your night trick-or-treating together, and proceed to scare yourselves to death with all the horror movies you would watch. finally, you would crash at one of your houses after devouring your seperate piles of candy. but as you got older, trick-or-treating wasn’t too exciting anymore. 

slowly through the years, typical high school parties started taking up your time on halloween night. you and donghyuck, in all your matching-costume-glory, would be the talk of the party every year; your costumes were always over-the-top, and your best friend had a certain knack for having fun and dragging you down with him. long story short, halloween was the best night of the year for you and your best friend.

donghyuck even took the liberty of making halloween your anniversary. in your senior year of high school, after a few drinks, you found yourself in a secluded room of a house you didn’t know of, making out with your best friend. it wasn’t necessarily romantic, call for the fake blood from your matching vampire costumes smudged all over your faces, a tired and breathy “will you be my girlfriend?” escaping donghyuck’s pretty lips. nonetheless, you eagerly said yes.

this year, however, was a little different. due to unfortunate circumstances, halloween was essentially canceled. no parties, no trick-or-treating, nothing. you were sophomores in university now, and donghyuck refused to break your 15-year-long tradition. so when your roommate announced that she was going to spend the night with her younger siblings, your boyfriend took full advantage of that. he had sprinted over to your apartment, a huge supply of candy and a long list of horror movies to watch. even if the two of you couldn’t go out and show off your bonnie and clyde costumes, you wore them anyways. after lots of jump scares, countless kisses and making a huge dent in the candy, you decided to go for a walk. 

not too far from your apartment, there was a rundown playground that no one ever went to. you and donghyuck had found it a few months prior, claiming it as your designated spot to smoke his weed and make out. to get there, however, required a nice stroll through an old, extremely large cemetery. you could go around it if you really wanted to, but it would add an extra fifteen minutes to the walk due to how big the land was.

you weren’t sure if it was the ambiance of the spooky holiday or the joint you were smoking, but you were more alert than usual. your eyes scanned the area with high senses, your hand tightly clasping your boyfriend’s. normally, you didn’t mind walking through the cemetery. but on a cold and foggy october night (which also happened to be halloween), it didn’t seem so peaceful anymore. the silence only added to the eeriness, the occasional sound of an owl making your heart beat faster.  

donghyuck noticed this, of course, a smug grin taking  over his features after getting an idea. he securely wrapped one arm around you, taking one last hit of the joint before ridding of it. he sighed, feeling you snuggle closer to his side as the both of you walked. suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, looking around in confusion.

“did you hear that?” he asked curiously, turning to see your wide eyes and face void of any color.

“hear what?” you asked shakily.

“i thought i heard a bell or something,” hyuck said, shrugging his shoulders, continuing his walk. you took another glance around you before catching up to the boy. it was silent for a moment, before donghyuck once again stilled.

“there it is again!”

“hyuck, you’re scaring me! i mean, bells? why would you hear bells at this time of night? that’s odd, surely you didn’t hear anything. . . right?” hyuck turned his head towards you, a sparkle in his eye.

“don’t you know?” he said, tilting his head as he looked at you. “know what?” you responded.

“well, back in the old days, a person was always buried with a bell. that way, if they happened to be buried alive, people would hear them,” donghyuck whispered as if he was telling you a secret. your eyes fluttered in confusion and shock, your heart beating a mile a minute.

“hyuck, let’s get out of here. i’m kinda scared,” you proclaimed, turning away from him and speed walking towards the exit of the creepy cemetery. however, hearing silence behind you, you turned to call donghyuck only to realize he was nowhere in sight. your eyes went wide, a small and scared “hyuck?” coming from your lips. calling for your boyfriend, you frantically searched the area in hopes of finding him. however, it seemed he disappeared.

suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your middle, a loud and obnoxious BOO! sounding right near your ear. your eyes shut tightly in horror, a bloodcurdling scream escaping your lips. you looked back in horror, only to find your boyfriend, a smirk on his face and a laugh on the tip of his tongue.

“lee donghyuck, what the hell!? you scared me half to death!” you shouted, smacking him on the shoulder with all the strength you could muster. donghyuck only laughed, clutching his stomach. “you should’ve seen your face!” he said.

you huffed, crossing your arms like a child and turning away from your boyfriend. you basically sprinted to the exit, annoyance clear in your heavy steps. donghyuck ran after you, his light laughter making you fume even more.

you were beginning to near the park, the dusty swing set in view when donghyuck spoke up. “i’m sorry, baby. i didn’t think you’d get that scared,” he pleaded, looking at your angry facial expressions with guilt. you ignored him and his apologies, however, finally approaching the park and roughly sitting down on the edge of a slide. you stared forward, avoiding your boyfriend’s guilty gaze.

he sighed, standing up and walking away from you. you heard the light sounds of footsteps on metal, indicating that he had started to climb the playground stairs. you could sense his towering presence at the top of the slide, hearing a light swoosh sound before his front met your back. he put his legs out in front of you, wrapping his arms around your middle (but without force, and without a scream in your ear) and putting his head in the crook of your neck.

he placed a delicate kiss on your cold skin, a quiet ‘i’m sorry’ sending shivers down your spine. his sincerity made your angry facade drop instantly, a small sigh escaping your lips.

“it’s whatever, hyuck. i mean, you’re my boyfriend and it’s halloween. what else should i have expected?” you spoke truthfully, melting into his warm embrace, a contrast to the nippy and cold october breeze. hyuck laughed lightly, hugging you a little tighter.

“how can i make it up to you, baby?” he said, humming in delight as you took hold of his hands that were previously wrapped around your middle.

“what are you willing to do?” you smirked.

“anything,” he whispered.

“even dressing up as spongebob and patrick next year?” you said, a light laugh escaping you as donghyuck groaned in annoyance. you knew of his distaste for the idea; you had been asking him for years to match costumes—you as spongebob and him as patrick star. however, he always denied.

“or. . .” he trailed, silencing your laughter as he nibbled on your earlobe. “we could have some hot, steamy, spooky, halloween sex. right here, right now,” he spoke in a low whisper. you chuckled, closing your eyes as you reveled in his warmth.

“sounds good to me.”

[bonesthebeloved]

Complicated- creativitwins

Digging up old drafts baby here we goooo.

The father in this story doesn't have a name so you can imagine it as anyone you'd like/ as simply a stranger. Happy reading.

Trigger/ squick warning: father figures, complicated relationship with parental figures, mention of screaming, child services mention (in like...one sentence) mention of crying, mention of animal death (bunnies) mention of homophobia. <- if I missed any let me know.

Edit: I did not check spelling. We die like men

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Pappa had always been with them.

When they were three and just formed their first memories they might remember in distant futures when all was quiet and nothing was holding them back from reminisent, they would remember about the time they’d gotten two big stuffed bears bigger than themselves When Papa had still been alone and Dad hadn’t been with them yet.

They would remember the soft fur in their little hands as they cuddled close to the things when it was naptime.

Pappa was always there for them

When Roman was five and he woke up from a nightmare where a squirrel was chasing him around the playground pappa was there to wrap his long arms around him and tell him that he was safe and that he would get his squirrel catching gear out of the supply closet the man they had started calling Dad had built for them, first thing in the morning.

When Remus faked being sick the first day of school because a kid in his class had laughed at the white streak in his hair he'd had since birth pappa had come and picked him up, explaining that poliosis is nothing to be ashamed of and laughing warmly as his son tried to pronouns the word.

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Pappa would always protect them.

When Roman first talked about his pappa and dad in school the teacher had looked like she'd eaten something nasty. Later on Roman was moved to the same class as his brother, his own teacher saying she didn't want to be associated with his kind.

When Pappa came to pick him up that day Roman asked what that ment. And for one of the first times in his life he'd seen pappa frown.

They baked a cake to celebrate them being the same class that evening and Pappa and dad lifted the two of them high up in the air and twirled them around while cheerful music played.

When Remus got told off by a teacher for the first time because he had pushed another kid in his class he had to sit in the corner for ten minutes.

When he was allowed to go back to his spot Roman thanked him for protecting him and Remus threw the paper ball that had been thrown at him right back.

When Pappa came to pick him up he and the teacher had a long talk and they left quickly afterwards. Pappa holding both his and Roman's hands in his own big one's and telling them about how they had done the right thing.

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Pappa would always comfort them.

When Roman came back home with scrapped knees and an attitude Pappa had asked him what had happened.

Roman hadn't answered and his brother had later told their dad's that he had seen Roman getting pushed around by some older kids. The had been yelling a word he didn't know the meaning of. When he had told it to pappa he had looked angry. And told his boys that those kids were mean and to never use that word because it made fun of good people.

When Remus began to get more friends his pappa asked him to include Roman in all of their games.

His brother had trouble connecting to people and was quickly becoming the bullied kid. And while Remus would gladly take any bullets for him he couldn't protect him at all times.

And while Remus played star wars with his friends, running around the playground and pretending to know the characters, Roman sat and drew in the little notebook pappa had given him for school.

And Remus bought him a new one with his own pocket money when a mean kid threw it in the lake nearby when they went there to explore with the class around the time that eggs would magically appear in their garden and they pretended like it was a bunny putting them there.

Pappa would always be with them.

When they went to highschool and Remus his friends could no longer play starwars with him because one moved away, one said she’d never liked him and two others went to the same school but suddenly forgot about their being friends, he sat with his brother more often.

And when Roman got friends that he wasn’t sure he liked but hung around anyways because it was better than sitting alone, Remus was left sitting at a table at lunch, other kids coming to sit at the same one in the hopes he would get up and leave.

When he had refused to do just that they’d began whispering about him pretending he didn’t hear them. And when he acted like he didn’t hear they had began calling him mean things.

After two months at the new school they came home and both called for their Pappa with shaky voices too quiet to bare any sort of good news.

And when Remus showed off his bruised wrist he’d gotten when a kid had grabbed him harshly and Roman told him about how his friends hadn’t been friends but bullies in a trenchcoat and a mustache to make him think they were friends before telling him he was too weird to hang around, Pappa had brought them both into his arms. Whispering something like ‘oh my poor, brave boys,’ before holding them a bit tighter and then telling them that sometimes, the world was mean like that and that, sometimes, it takes a while before you find the right people.

And when they went to bed that night they laid in the room and stared at the same ceiling. Both pretending they couldn’t hear Pappa arguing with Dad in the hallway.

Both pretending they weren’t crying silently until they fell asleep to Dad accusing Pappa of being a vile and horrible human being.

Pappa didn’t have all the answers.

They learnt that when they were on their second year of highschool and both of their pet bunnies died in the same night. 

Roman had sniffled and stood near the gardendoor as he watched them dig a deep hole all the way at the back of their garden. 

Remus decided that he would be sad about this at night when nobody would see or worry and stood close by Pappa as he put the two bunnies in a shoebox and put it in the hole. Saying they had probably died because of the rat poision Dad had spread across the lawn and that the mice must’ve gotten into their food somehow.

They learnt this when Dad and him had sat them down after breakfast that had strawberries to tell them that sometimes love died and that weddingrings would rust and be put in two seperate homes in two seperate boxes that would never be opened again.

They learnt this the fifth time that Remus came home with bruises and Roman began to listen to darker music and emote less dramatically. Unlearning all the expressions he’d picked up from those animated childrens series they weren’t allowed to watch but watched them anyways. He faked having imagined a happy place when the woman that was supposed to help them through the divorce told him to invision one. Instead invisioning Remus, and how he should have punched the guy that had made him drop his books the moment he saw it happening.

Pappa was  a human being.

They realised this more clearly than ever when he’d found out why Remus only wore long sleeves and got sent to therapy after their Pappa had hysterically cried over it and begged his son not to leave them before he could grow old.

When Roman stared at the ceiling after he’d taken 14 paracetamol and googling how many it would take to leave them before he could grow old, only to find that he would probably be fine and go to school the next day feeling as empty as usual. Pappa had yelled at him when he had gotten back to be more careful and not get invloved with his brothers troubles after he’d shown off the scratched shoulder from where he’d been thrown against a fence when he'd tried to stand up for him.

And when Remus got diagnosed with dyslexia and Roman with depression they said nothing. Roman shaking his head when the doctor suggested therapy and Remus sitting quietly as they explained that he might have adhd aswell.

Their father wasn't perfect.

They learnt this when Remus came back from school with a black eye and a failed math test and the test was all that was focused on. Shouting not unlike the one they'd heard all those years ago when love began to die and rings began to rust booming through the house and piercing through the music Roman was listening to in his room. A bottle cap with water falling off his desk and the little growing plant in it falling with it.

They learnt this when Roman said he was asexual aromantic and their father said that he should consider therapy again because surely that couldn't be normal.

And when Roman told him that maybe they weren't normal he'd been send to his room. Doors slamming shut and noises too loud for Remus to process.

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Their father was wrong sometimes.

They realised this when Remus first brought a friend home and jokes about countries the kid wasn't from were made around the otherwise uncomfortably quiet dinner table. And when religion was brought up in a house full of atheists Remus stood and took his friend's hand, saying that they'd eat something at a foodtruck and storming of, leaving Roman to feed little stripes of unseasoned meat to the cat.

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Their father was bad sometimes.

They learned this when the both of them started college and the racist microagressions turned into jokes about how they'd never make it since they were both going to art schools.

And when Remus showed him his homemade costume he huffed and said it looked great in a tone that Implied anything but. And when Roman showed him the finished piece he'd worked months on he said it looked nice even if it had mistakes while pointing at every single one of them while his son, hands still stained with markers and pencil smudges, gave a watery smile and the artwork was put in a art map to never be looked at again.

Their father wasn't good for them.

They realised this. Finally realised this, when Remus was twenty and had decided to move out, getting a small apartment would have been to expensive had his brother not eagerly asked him if he could come with him.

And they told their father while their bags were already packed and the rent was already payed.

And their neighbours registered a noise complained and whispered about calling childservices when their father started another screaming match to tell them how much he didn't want them to leave and how they wouldn't make it.

And they painted the walls mint green while Roman painted a mural around the spot where their couch would be.

And they ate lukewarm noodles from the plastic canisters while sat on the empty apartment floor.

And Roman bought a dozen succulents to take care of and make it feel more like home.

And the wall was always covered in outfit designs and storyboards as the jar they had put the sticker 'for a couch' on slowly filled up.

And they still send him Christmas cards but didn't plan on visiting that house for a long long time.

And their father would have killed them for the mess they made of the apartment sometimes.

And they preferred it that way.

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This is both an extremely specific vent and goes out to all the kids with complicated relationships with their parents.

You're allowed to not like your caretakers. You're allowed to not want contact with them after you've moved on. You're allowed to think how they treated you was unjust because it probably was.

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[notcatherinemorland]

More Hamlet Thoughts because i leave everything to the 11th hour . production continues to be the 2018 globe w/ Michelle Terry

Hamlet and Ophelia’s uhhhhh fight 

Ham’s personality twists into cruel mockery of her at the line ‘Where’s your father’ and OHO the facial expressions

Ophelia kept trying to hold onto Hamlet’s hand and body and curl her fingers around hamlet’s hand and it was very heartbreaking . Hamlet was a ball of chaotic energy who scrabbled her hands off himself. rlly interesting to watch

this turned around with hamlet scrubbing over her face as he presents her to the audience’s 4th wall for the make up lines. and shoves her down to the floor at the end

the physical manipulation hamlet takes out on ophelia is a super interesting segue to the players scene

2 b / x 2 b

ham sat in the middle of the front of the stage and held the hand of an audience member who he talked he speech to. very intimate and closed and really interesting interpretation

im a nerd so i really like the juxtaposition of such a grand and philosophical speech being told on such an intimate and small scale

Hamlet’s still got his smudged clown makeup on

hamlet and horatio come across Very gay in the ‘something too much of this’ line. i vibe 

hamlet decimated his friendship with R&G and i LOVED how Horatio held him and then forced him away to give him just a touch more character. this Ht loved R&G as well and i appreciate the bit of character we all try to give horatio

Horatio’s Emotions over R&G’s impending death is a++ give this man some emotional range

OH the ‘if your mind dislike anything, obey it’ can we PLEASE listen to horatio the lone voice of reason within elsinor’s halls

that’s not me being gay, that’s a legit analysis of Hamlet in that everyone in Elsinor has a twisted sense of reality and morality and Horatio as an outsider is immune and must watch in horror

the argument is flawed with R&G but hey it’s not my theory.

THE TRUMPETS . there’s live trumpets 

the music they played to signal the half time of the play was wonderfully dissonant and i VIBE WITH THAT that is the ENERGY of Elsinor right there

honestly im annoying and i don’t particularly care for the play scene as an audience member. like academically the play within a play is rife with analysis but like. to just sit and watch it feels like such a halt in the energy

plus i really dislike it when they use gross physical comedy in the dumb-show because again. im annoying

anyway they only do the dumb-show (more tollerable than a lot) and they use drum beats and purcussion in place of lines, and have hamlet explain what’s going on with his lines. it’s certainly different and its a lot quicker than the text is

This Claudius is Prime Smarmy Politicians and is very indignant as he tries to pray and i REALLY LIKE HIM

The scene transitions are .. non existent in this play and i LIKE IT 

the lines follow on immediately between scenes as the other characters are leaving the stage 

i love how it supports the theme of acting this play has and how it breaks down the barrier for the audience of personal vs private 

thats not quite what i want to say uhhhhh. in other productions some of the scenes are really discreet from each other- like how pearl necklaces have stoppers between the pearls- and that’s especially evident in films, but here it’s the opposite and the scenes bleed into each other to create a really fast paced and chaotic energy and i REALLY LIKE IT

‘personal vs private’ is on god my favourite theme in hamlet and the way it works with the audience creating it here is GREAT

Closet scene... OH BOY

this hamlet is CRUEL oml 

the ghost enters after hamlet spends 3 minutes berating his mother and she’s crying on the floor by the audience and hamlet immediately stops and starts weeping 

‘oh save me’ sounds so small and childlike and it really showcases the love between them

not that kind of love, sigmund fucking freud. get your mind out the gutter

the disdain hamlet has for gertrude absolutely breaks my heart but that’s a me thing because i haven’t been able to see my mother in person for coming up on a month due to quarantine :(

added an extra hug before ham leaves .. v sweet

Claudius comes barreling in and picks up ham’s dropped sword. :eye emoji: doesn’t put it down until Hamlet’s brought in for questioning. but he’s still holding a book (english dictionary presumably?) and this act of holding a sword for 2 scenes WILL be reiterated time and time again in ever hamlet essay i write forever to whatever end i so desire because it’s easy to manipulate to my own purposes. bless this moment

There’s a seagull that keeps interrupting claudius at perhaps the funniest possible moments in his soliloquies and honestly WHERE is it’s Olivier

Ophelia’s madness isn’t as explicit as it is in other versions, but watching her tumble into emotions and lack of restraint is so, so heartbreaking.

this is one of the productions of hamlet that makes a really convincing case for ‘madness’ in elsinor being synonymous to speaking one’s mind and being truthful about one’s heightened emotions and like. i Love that interpretation

lets be real i love 99% of hamlet interpretations

the 1% is freud. fuck that guy

I’m Digging the parallel of Ophelia’s emotional outburts of grief (in madness) to Laertes incensed outburst of grief . ohoho

Laertes gets rosemary and pansies, Claudius gets fennel and columbines, Gertrude gets the rue, Audience member gets the daisy and the thought of violets

unfortunately i once wrote a shite poem about gertrude and weather she know of the poison in the cup at the end and unfortunately that’s all i can think about for the last 40 mins of the play hfdhgjgghjhgj

im annoying so i read along with the play and the duets Claudius and Laertes make of the meter and the word formatting on the page comes across really different on stage, which is super interesting. 

not to be really fucking dramatic but i read in the info packet of this play that the pillars on the stage are actually tree trunks carved and painted to look like marble and considering how many times i had to hear the words ‘appearance vs reality’ in my english class, i think im allowed to use the smirk emoji about how the setting of the globe is Integral to Hamlet as a play

i am itching to write an entire 4000 word tirade about the use of the physical body in hamlet because between the actual acting on stage, polonius, ‘one auspicious and one dropping eye’ and all whole host of references made to physical body parts i am going feral 

PLUS this one incorporates sign language 

i actually hate the word incorporates but needs must  

The Ophelia’s death speech is of course wonderful, but i can’t stop thinking about how John Everett Millais made his model (who’s name escapes me in a terrible irony because i got this information from an exhibition about the female pre-raphalites) sit in a cold bath for hours on end whilst he sketched and it made her very ill because the fire went out and she was sat nude in a bath of cold water for hours.

Gravedigger only has the songs and the hamlet interaction, and he wears a high vis jacket. he’s also played by the ghost’s actor, which whilst understandable in such a small cast, amuses me greatly

Hamlet’s got his hair tied back and in a military style jacket, and marches around with Horatio who’s in a hoodie and a black duffle coat (absolutely a student) and the same tight plait. Ham’s definitely meant to be sane now, he speaks very brusquely and all but marches around the stage

Not To Make An Edelgard Reference But edelgard’s cause in 3H was also cemented by a timeskip and a military outfit and a brusque personality hehehe 

Hamlet gets into the ‘grave’ to chat to Yorick which, again, i will use in every relevant essay i will write and manipulate this scene to whatever end i desire and on god i thank this production for this 

a level me would have gone feral

current me is also going feral

Grave Scene: a terrible one for your family to walk in and ask what the fuck you’re watching

Polonius’ actor plays the priest. yes, capsule wardrobe of a cast, i know but i’m an english student it’s my duty to wring every irrational inch of analysis out of this thing

i won’t trail on about unsubstaniated interpretations of Polonius’ parenting skills and fate in Hamlet but on god i will find an essay about it

i always enjoy it when someone leaps in the grave .. the melodrama... the meaning... the liminal spaces...

the DRAMA of seperating feral laertes and the really calm and imposing hamlet is excellent and a bit hilarious and the camera is going nuts

i’m very aware that everyone is now traipsing about over the grave in the middle of the stage and THAT’S a fun dynamic you don’t get from film or text

ok I’ve just noticed the video has the ‘top chat replay’ going and the very first line i saw is ‘what if hamlet had tiktok’ and i am CRYING 

Ophelia’s actor also plays Osric and is a) absolutely hilarious and b) again, capsule wardrobe of a cast will not stop me from analysing everything and anything this play may or may not offer me. 

im not saying hamlet is a play about inheritance and the burden of it, but also... isn’t it :eye emoji:

if bloody fire emblem fates can do it so can i, step off

Fencing scene: oh thank god it’s nearly over

The hearts on their fencing get ups parallel Hamlet’s clown outfit with a heart on the sleeve Very Nicely

Gertrude isn’t wearing her headpiece anymore .. ohoho dispelling the trappings and suits of dishonesty, if you will

The duel is a) bloody terrifying because sword fighting and b) judged by Osric (Ophelia) and the poetry of having ham & lae’s duel waged over and judged by Ophelia is absolutely excellent

Claudius’s aside (or to laertes? camera didn’t follow) had no right to be as humorous as it was jdfsghfkd

Gertrude figured out it was poison in this one. Nice

I like the call and response effect of ‘Treachery! Seek it out! / It is here Hamlet’ they made with Hamlet running around they stage to find little propped up Laertes

The dramatic eye contact of Hamlet and Claudius as he forces him to drink the poison.... OH HECK YES 

the way they sink to the floor in a pair, with hamlet crawling over his body to make sure he dies... oh LORD 

the swing hamlet does with his arm to the audience to cast them as ‘the unsatisfied’ was EXCELLENT and i would like that in every production of hamlet please 

the tussle of horatio and hamlet over the cup..... iconic.... and i enjoy the parallel of that to hamlet with claudius as they’re stood in the same corner 

The harsh projection of Hamlet’s voice and the blunt manner of his words about Fortinbras’ inheritance of denmark against the soft way Horatio rocks Hamlet back and forth ... i want to CRY

Horatio got to have emotional range in this production .. wonderful

i always enjoy the way the play tails off with politics in a room of dead bodies.. the layers the absolute onions

how none of the drama within the castle has any meaning to anyone outside of it is Excellent 

and then the way the prison and enclosure of elsinor is finally broken with military force in parallel to the tumultuous interpersonal relationships within it... i vibe yet more

they actually ended with ‘go bid the soldiers shoot’ which i enjoy a lot!!!! and the music is wonderful

then they all start doing this dance which i think is meant to be about the themes of the play and to be perfectly honest it’s a bit crunchy for me but the music absolutely slaps!!!

final thoughts:

that sure was a hamlet production and i thought it had a lot of heart and did some new things very very well!!!

and i loved the emphasis they put on the costuming!!!! 

overall: a solid hamlet. very nice. i greatly enjoyed it!!!! 

[nightmaretyrantvantas]

The Journey for Mew Part 2: The Distressed Aftermath and the Lost Start of the Adventure

Alright guys the story continues in part 2 as morning rises on our bois after the previous hellish night!

What will happen to the good bois....time to find out!

Im also trying something a little different so I hope it works out right

Buckle back up this is gonna be another long one

Patton jolted at the sound of slightly frantic knocking at the front door, snapping him out of dozing off and his head falling into the carrots he was cutting. He set the knife down and rubbed his tired baby blue eyes, adjusting his glasses and trying to put on a happy face as he shuffled through the house to the front door and undid the locks. He pulled open the door with a smile plastered on his face, hoping he didnt look as exhausted as he felt.

“ Oh, Emile! Remy! This is a surprise I didnt know you guys were back in town, you never called! Cmon come on in im just getting lunch done and prepping dinner.” He led the two taller gym leader males into the house and to the open kitchen and dining room, gesturing for them to sit down and make themselves at home. 

Remy glanced around and then out the big open windows, where he could see Roman and Remus outside rebuilding parts of the fence, fixing up broken and demolished sheds and pokemon habitats, and adding burnt trash to a slowly growing disposal pile seperating them. Even in the distance he could faintly make out the bandage patches and nasty bruises covering Remus whenever he turned towards them. Then he looked back towards Patton who was cheerfully catching up with his fiance Emile as he finished making lunch. One of Patton’s pokemon, a gentle natured Gardevior that helped run the nursery, came into the room from the back with a basket of berries, smiling and greeting them softly. 

“ Well heya Viola! Hows motherhood been treating you?” Emile chuckled with his question, watching the small line of hatched Ralts waddling after the older pokemon, each holding their own berry. Viola smiled and shooed them to the nursery while setting the basket down. 

“ Oh Viola’s been having a fun time raising the ralts, they all adore her and follow her around whenever they can, I always know she’s nearby if I see a ralts.” Patton chuckled as he finished the burgers and salad and set some down for the guests and set some aside for Roman and Remus and himself before sitting down with them at Viola’s insistence. Taking a closer look at him the other two shared a concerned glance.

Patton, to be frank in Remy’s opinion, looked like shit. His round glasses were smudged more than usual and one side of them looked like it had been hastily repaired as they now sat lopsided on his freckled face. His skin was pinkish as if recovering from a sunburn and his eyes were tinged around the corners, bags of exhaustion forming under them. Once he sat down the shorter trainer slumped a little into his chair, giving them a smile and sipping some lemonade as he asked how their lives were. Remy leaned back, crossing his arms.

“ Its been uneventful at the gym, something it seems I cant say for here. Time to cut the stalling babe, what the fuck happened here?” Patton winced and Emile elbowed his fiance.

“ Rem. You gotta be gentle when asking some things...” He sighed and looked at Patton with concern.

“ But Pat...what did happen? Half the fencing is destroyed on either side of the house, alot of parts of the property around it and in front of it look trashed and scorched....Is everything ok? Wheres Thomas and the others?” There was a sigh and Viola sensed her trainer’s distress, coming over and placing a calming hand on his shoulder. He smiled and looked at his lemonade, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes without answering.

What had happened?

Where were the others?

These were things that echoed in his mind, getting lost in thought as he looked outside. 

Things were still a bit blurry towards the end of last night. Patton remembered the fire, feeling the heat dangerously close to his skin, burning him lightly as he struggled to douse the flames and keep grunts away from the pokemon.

He remembered them retreating and seeing Remus chasing them off more with a piece of the fence, angry pokemon following him to help him. 

He remembered hearing Logan scream, and running towards him.

He remembered being sick with horror seeing Virgil’s unmoving body in his arms and running, calling his name. And watching Logan collaspe into Darkrai’s waiting arms.

Take them inside, they will need treatment Patton human. Do not fret, I will keep any more threats away for the night. You will be safe.

He remembered helping Thomas and Roman carry the two inside and Remus stumbling in after, panicked because he couldnt find Janus anywhere.

Janus was gone. His older brother was missing.

He almost choked on a sob right there at the table thinking about it, about the fact Virgil lay unconscious upstairs, still not waking up. 

About the fact Logan was just as unmoving in his own room across from him.

He took a shakier breath and refocused on the two now very worried friends across from him, and dropped his smile.

“ It happened last night....” 

Janus wasnt sure where he was at first when he awoke, all he knew was he was warmer than before and not in bed. He looked around in a sleepy panic at the nature around him, noticing he was laying in a burrow covered in thick moss as a makeshift blanket and Mew still asleep in his arms. Seeing Mew brought back the memories of the night, and the fact a usually standoffish Dusknoir had pulled him to a bit of safety before teleporting him away before he could make a sound, and he had the foggier memory of wandering closer to the mountain pass opening after landing before the exhaustion blurred his memory too much. He did NOT remember making a bed in a burrow, and he carefully crawled out with a yawn. As he did the greenery around him shuddered and rustled and instinctively he held Mew tighter, his guard snapping him into full alertness.

“ Saandslash!” “ Krok? Krokorok!” 

And all at once he relaxed as two of his own pokemon stumbled out, both holding armfuls of edible herbs, wild growing vegetables, and fruits and berries. Both brightened upon seeing their trainer awake and hurried over smiling up at him happily. Janus let out a relieved laugh and sat cross-legged, placing Mew gently in his lap to rub their heads affectionately. 

“ Did you guys tuck us into a safe place to sleep? You even got food already...ha...You’re both great guys...” He ran a hand through his hair and watched Ethos his sandslash and Pathos his krokorok work together to tug a another clump of thick moss over to him and set the food down, plopping down beside him to eat breakfast. But he couldnt eat at first, looking up at the mountain beside him that seemed to stretch up past the clouds. What was he even doing here? Why did they send him here? What had happened to the Sanctuary, to his little brother, to his friends? 

Questions and worries whirled through his head at everything unknown to him. He was a good maybe...three of four days journey on foot from his home, partially lost in the wilderness with no supplies except for the pocket knife Remus gave him for his birthday and a compass he wore as a necklace, and his pokemon and an injuried legendary pokemon, and absolutely no idea what he was supposed to do. 

His mind flashed to thoughts of Virgil, of him throwing Mew to him and running into battle...of his body folding to the ground...to Remus, who was likely frantic and confused at his sudden absence. Who would get himself into reckless danger to try to find him...Janus squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head to try pushing the images away. Dwelling on that too much right now wouldnt help him. With a sigh he looked down at the bundle and nudged it open more, watching Mew’s breathing with worry. 

“ Krok...” His eyes flickered up to see Pathos standing by his knee, holding out a rawst berry to him. He smiled and took it, patting his head. 

“ Good thinking Pathos....this should help them alot.” He watched the ground pokemon perk up happily and moved carefully to pull out his knife, trying not to jostle the poor smaller pokemon too much. Janus began cutting the berry into little bite sized pieces and set the knife aside to scoop Mew up closer and press a piece of berry to its mouth.

“ Cmon buddy...this will help you feel better...I promise...” Mew stirred and weakly pried open its eyes, keening at him softly and leaning its head away. He sighed and gently offered it again.

“ I promise Mew its ok...Its a berry...itll help...” It still refused and looked at him, making him smile in return.

“ Here, We’ll prove it.” He took a few pieces and popped them into his mouth, eating the contently and trying to ignore the ore bitter taste. He mightve not hidden the taste as well as he hoped, but he saw Mew smile and giggle faintly which made it worth it. After him both Ethos and Pathos took some pieces and ate some as well, giving Mew reassuring chirrs and nods. After watching them all Janus offered another piece, and one by one Mew ate the rest, though its tongue stuck out at the taste. He chuckled and then cut up an oran berry and repeated the process, and then with some more berries until Mew seemed full and nuzzled back into Virgil’s jacket for warmth. 

“ Good job buddy, now get plenty of rest...you deserve it.” He leaned down and lightly pressed his forehead to Mew’s, a sign of trust and respect he had learned in his time traveling and working at the Sanctuary. He felt Mew relax and smiled, moving its head up to touch noses. 

And suddenly his head was filled with blurry images. 

The mountain

A path off the main summit path. A cavern opening in the side of the mountain hidden by a weeping willow.

Tunnels in the cavern, crystals lighting the way.

Pokemon in the mountain.

Another path within the mountain, crystals densing and filling more and more of the walls

The heart of the moutain, and a cavern of light reflecting crystals

A pool of glowing water in the center

A blurry image of hands placing Mew within the water, and mew popping out of the water fully healed.

A destination, and a goal.

And just as suddenly as the images came they disappeared and he lifted his head slightly dazed to see Mew fall back asleep, breathing still weak but a little stronger than before. Once he regained his bearings he looked back up at the mountain before him, brows furrowing in determination. Janus may not have everything he was shown fully deciphered but now he had a place to start. And a goal to set his eyes on. With that he cradled Mew in his arms and got to his feet. Ethos walked up beside him and stood at his side, looking up at him with curious eyes. Pathos did the same on his other side, and he smiled down at the both before shifting Mew in his grip a little and looking up the path, mind racing to connect pieces.

“ Alright guys...lets make ourselves a makeshift bag and gather as much food as we can. We got a long journey ahead of us.” 

He just hoped he could make it before his friends did anything stupid to try and find him...

“ Patton this is a really serious problem. Shouldn’t you file a missing person report by now?” Patton sighed and poked at his food, food Viola persistently encouraged him to eat until he caved.  He looked up at his friends and their understandably horrified expressions, both their eyes wide. Though Remy’s expression was quickly turning into anger, eyes narrowing dangerously. 

“ I know...I know this is serious. Thomas is in town right now with Joan at the pokemon center....watching over the pokemon we couldnt heal here and reporting the attack to the police...and I want to file for a missing person...I really do...but with everything that happened what if Janus went to get Mew to safety? What if making his disappearance known puts him directly in Team Rocket’s sights and they go hunting for him? Theres just...there’s just too many what ifs and unknowns that we dont want to risk it...I know thats stupid but...” He sighed again and looked out the window.

“ Its also one of the only things keeping Remus from running off to search for Jay blindly. Hes...hes in a bad place right now, we all are, but he’s taking everything especially hard. He tried to run out last night and start searching the woods on his own...It took me, Roman, and Thomas everything we had to keep him in the house...I stayed up with him the rest of the night trying to reassure him jay would be back soon...and that helping out here would be what he’d want from us anyway...” Emile touched his hand tenderly.

“ He’s going to snap and go off on his own if he doesnt show up sooner or later Patton...you know this.” Pattons eyes flickered to Remy and he nodded, looking more exhausted and miserable than before. He was tired, drained, and sick with worries. But he and Thomas were the only things keeping everyone together, keeping them calmish and keeping them on track to getting everything put back together....Patton couldnt let himself break right now, not when he was responsible for keeping everyone else from breaking apart, not when Thomas needed his help and needed someone to lean on. He was one of the older ones here, he needed to be the strength they all needed. 

“ I know...but that isnt going to stop me from trying to help him not, and give him whatever support Remus may need to make it through this rough patch.” His voice was tired, but firm and set. He sat up straighter and put his glasses back on with a stern, stubborn expression.

“ Its what my big brother would want from me...what Logan and Virgil and Thomas and Remus and Roman all NEED from me. So for now...we’ll file the report of the attack and repair and rebuild. We’ll help Virgil as much as we can, and we’ll keep this house welcoming for when Janus comes back.” Not if, when. 

He couldnt accept any other alternative.

Maybe an hour later the two left promising to drop by tomorrow to help them rebuild more, as they wanted to go check on Thomas as well. Once the door shut Patton slumped heavily against it and stared at the ceiling before looking towards the backdoor, listening to the sounds of the boys working tirelessly amongst the sounds of pokemon chatter and grunts. His shoulders dropped and he didnt notice himself sliding down the door into a sitting position, nor did he notice his eyes tearing up as they drooped closed.

He didnt have time to sleep right now.

He had to help them with repairs...

...He just wanted his brother back and his friends to wake up....

.....Patton just wanted their normalcy back.....

Janus just wanted their normalcy back as he started up the mountain path grimly, looking back once towards his home before continuing resolvely. Because he couldn’t return until this was done.

End of part 2

Aaaaaaaand here it is! Part 2 is done!! 

Wow this came out longer than I thought it would but I’m really happy with it none the less! I hope you guys like it so far! Part 3 to come soon!

Deceits on an journey and the others are trying to pick up the pieces, whatll happen next I wonder....( I promise it starts to get less angsty from here)

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Clean Part 5 (E.D)

So this one is pretty long compared to the last part and theres actually some more plot 

warnings: mentions of past drinking 

A few weeks had passed and every time you would think about telling them, you would freeze or you would be cut off by one of them talking about something else as you were about to speak. You were trying, but the timing was always off.

At this point their fans knew you two were together. Some of them supported you two and thought you were cute together, while others saw you as annoying and just using him for god knows what. While you tried to pretend it didn't bother you, it still did. You were just thankful you had deactivated all your accounts on social media before any of this started. It was easier to avoid the hate when no one could tag you or find out more about you.

When you would check twitter or Instagram, you usually just used James account to scroll through things when you were bored. You saw the edits people made of snaps taken of the two of you, but you never really looked at them. You were happy with your relationship and you knew who you were, you didnt need drama accounts to over analyze anything you did.

As you quickly found out, their fans are quite the detectives. Within the first few days of the first picture of you two being out, they were able to find out that you were actually friends with James and Ian. They had somehow managed to find that out even though they had no idea what your name was or even a full photo of you. The picture that had been posted was only of the pair of your guys legs sitting next to each other in the pool and they managed to figure you out just from the small flower tattoo on your ankle.

It was slightly frightening to be honest. You were scared what they would find if they kept digging. What if they somehow found all the old videos you tried so hard to escape from? What if one of the people you used to consider friends still had photos of you when you were at your absolute worst? You tried not to think about it too much, but the thought was always there.

~~

Everyone had decided to go to Disneyland to film a video, and while you were okay staying home, they all insisted you went along. Since they were filming, you considered them to be working so you only agreed if Ian and his girlfriend could come along so you could still have someone else with you.

Well that was the plan anyways.

Within an hour of being there, Ian and her left the group to go off on their own, which essentially left you alone. Today had started feeling slightly… off. You were just easily upset and bitter for no reason and you knew there was no reason to feel like that. Technically, everything was okay with you. But now being ditched and left to follow around the group was starting to get on your nerves.

Maybe things would have gotten better if you had been able to spend more time with James during the day or been able to go on the rides with your boyfriend, but seeing as they didnt bring anyone else to film for them, you were stuck sitting alone while they sat together and had you film them when they needed wider shots. It wasnt exactly how you had planned on this day going, but there wasnt a whole lot of options left.

Not only did you end up filming for them, but you also turned into their photographer when they ran into fans. After asking them for a picture, they just handed you the phone and had you do it. Not even a “do you mind?” or a “thank you” after you finished but it was fine. Its okay. Its not that deep and you knew you needed to get over yourself.

When a few girls had come up to ask for a photo, you were handed two seperate phones. ‘Cant they just send the picture to each other?’ you thought to yourself before taking the pictures anyways. After, you saw one of the girls trying to take a picture of you without you noticing but you saw anyways. The group had already started walking away when you went up to the girl.

“Hi, excuse me, do you mind not posting the picture you took of me?” You tapped her arm to get her attention.

“Y/N-” Ethan noticed you were gone and that you were talking to the girl looking slightly upset.

“Are you serious? I have a right to some privacy here and I dont want photos of me out there all I’m asking is that you dont post the fucking picture okay!” Why wouldnt she just say she wouldnt post it? What was so hard about that? You were already having a shitty day and this girl was just adding fuel to the fire going on inside you.

“Y/N! I’m so sorry about that, you two have a nice day,” You felt Ethans hand grab your arm and pull you away from them.

“Babe, you can’t talk to them like that, okay?” He said to you while still holding onto you and going back to the group.

“Get your fucking hands off of me!” You shook off his hand and started walking away. You had expected your boyfriend to tell them not to post it, but instead he told you something instead. Unbelievable. You had gone off to one of the close by benches and took a seat before taking out your phone.

Ethan had tried to go follow you, but James stopped him when he saw you taking out your phone and holding it up to your ear. “Give her a minute E. What even happened?”

“I dont even know, I turned back to see her yelling at those girls over a picture and I didn’t want to start any drama so I pulled away and here we are,” he sighed and looked around.

“Ethan, what did she tell them? Word for word?” Now James looked concerned and it was worrying him.

“Just something about a photo of her and privacy and ‘not to fucking post it’,”

“Did they say they wouldnt post it?”

“James why does that matter?”

“DID THEY OR NOT ETHAN?” James was yelling now. He had heard Ethan calling your name while you were still with those girls, and he now knew why you were so pissed if those girls now had your name and photo of you. Sure all of them had taken a few photos with or of you, but they were usually all from behind, maybe the side of your face and they made sure not to have your name out there. If there was a photo of you all together, you usually had your face hidden or you slapped a sticker emoji on top. You didnt want anyone from your past being able to recognize you.

“I dont know, okay?” Ethan knew you didnt let them post pictures of you, but he didnt think it was that big of a deal. So one person has a picture and if it gets posted, then maybe a few people see it after it gets lost in the tags.

During all of this, Grayson had decided that this conversation was not something he wanted to be part of and left to grab a churro for you when you came back, knowing you had a thing for sugar. While he passed by you, he overheard part of your conversation with whoever you were on the phone from. Apparently you were talking to some guy named Josh about how bad your day had been going. He knew you could be friends with whoever you wanted, but something seemed off. He decided to leave it alone for now. He also felt his phone go off and saw that James had tweeted.

“If you took a picture with us today and took a picture of my friend without her permission, PLEASE DO NOT POST IT. RESPECT HER PRIVACY.”

You went back to the group and everyone noticed that your mascara had smudged a bit but decided against saying anything. Pulling you off to the side, James took out the beauty blender he had in his bag and got to fixing you back up while talking to you in a hushed voice.

Ethan felt horrible. You had all come out today to have a nice day together but that didnt seem to be happening at all. Not only did he manage to piss you off, but once he was that you had been crying it crushed him. He was supposed to be making you feel good and happy but he wasnt doing a good job it seemed.

“Hey Y/N, I got you something,” Grayson handed you the churro, which seemed to be missing a few bites that your raised your eyes at but accepted nonetheless.

“Thank you,” you smiled at him and took it. “I’m actually gonna go ahead and go find Ian. I called him and he’s going to let me third wheel with him, so I’ll meet up with you guys when were leaving.”

You gave Gray a quick hug, not noticing him looking at you strangely. When did you call Ian? You had been talking to some guy named Josh a few minutes ago? He decided to leave it alone and would talk to you about it later, not wanting to start anything if it was over nothing. But why would you lie about who you called?

“Sweetheart, you dont have to go, stay with us.” Ethan wrapped his arms around you, not wanting you to leave.

“Hey, its okay. You guys are technically working, so I'm just gonna let you finish. I’m sorry for how I talked to that girl we can talk about it later, okay? You guys just have fun,” You gave him a quick peck on the lips and said bye to everyone before walking off to find Ian.

Sure you had planned on spending the day with your boyfriend, but turns out third wheeling wasnt so bad. It meant more turning power for the spinning teacups with all three of you. You all crammed yourself into the carriage for the haunted mansion, and you all obnoxiously sang along to ‘its all small world’ much to the rest of the passengers dismay. You had to sit alone for most of the other rides, but it was okay because you knew once you all got off, it would be like you were all friends just together. There were no phones being handed to you for pictures, no camera to hold to get a wider angle and you were finally having a good time.

When you finally met up with everyone else around 10 o'clock to head out, they were surprised when they saw the three of you. You all had gotten matching mouse ear headbands, Ian included, and you were carrying five of those giant light up balloons that had the mickey outline in them.

“Babe, what's with all the balloons?” Ethan finally asked after you said hi to everyone and they just stared at the giant bouquet of balloons.

“Well one is mine, then I got one for Gray since he got me a churro earlier, then I figured I should get you one too, but then I didnt want to leave Emma or James out so here we are. Five balloons. And Ian and his girlfriend already have theirs.” You said with a smile and held out your hand that held all the strings.

“Pick a different one bitch that ones mine,” you pulled them away when James tried to take the color you wanted. “Plus Grayson gets to pick first since he gave me food.” You held it out and let him pick.

“You're not gonna let your boyfriend pick first?” Ethan looked at you with a pout.

“Mmm… nope.” You said, but you went and put one arm around him.

“Traitor,” he muttered under his breath as he pulled you closer to his side. After everyone had their own balloon, you finally all headed towards the gates. The day might not have started off great, but it got better and that was something you were happy about.

“So, are we good?” Ethan asked you quietly as you walked by his side.

“Hm? Oh, sure but I still wanna talk about it if thats okay?”

“Of course, at the house or in the car?”

“Well everyone is still coming with us in the car so…” as much as you wanted to talk about it, you didnt want everyone else listening in.

“Hey James!” Ethan yelled at James since you two were in the back of the group.

“What bitch?” He turned around to see what he wanted.

“Can Gray and Emma ride with you?”

“Oh no sweetie, you think I want four other people and five giant balloons in my car? You take them,” he sassed back.

“I'll take the balloons with us, just take them with you.” After a moment of thinking James replied with a harsh “fine” and it was settled.

After taking everyones balloons back with you, it turns out trying to shove seven of those balloons in the jeep was a lot harder than either of you thought it would be and it was probably a safety hazard to drive since you couldnt see out of any of the back windows. Once everything was as good as it was going to get, you headed back towards James house.

“So what happened today?” You had barely made it to the first light when he asked.

“Damn we’re getting right into it, okay than… how honest do you want me to be with you?” You took in a breath and slowly let it out.

“One hundred percent babe,” he reached over and took your hand in his.

“Okay, want me to be real or sugar coat it for you?”

“Um, real?” He sounded as if he didnt know which would be better to hear.

“Fine. I didnt want to come today with you guys when James first asked. Like at all. Today was just a shitty day and I dont know why, but I woke up and everything just felt off. But then he invited Ian and Loren along so I still had someone to talk to while you guys filmed, but then they ditched us,” you turned in your seat to face him a little bit more. “I knew that today wasn't going to be a ‘hey lets just all fun at disneyland’ kind of day since you were all filming and working, but it would have been nice to have some fun with you while we were there,” you started messing with your joined hands and playing with his fingers as you spoke.

“Ethan, I came with you guys as a friend, not your camera person or your guy's personal photographer. Do you realize that the most you paid attention to me was when you got mad at me for how I talked to that girl? Not once did we go on a ride together. Hell, one time I didnt even go on one since the cart was full but you guys decided to get that one anyways and made me wait for the next one and you all didnt even care and that was pissing me off. I didnt come to be ignored by my friends, and I get it, you're working but you could have been with me when the camera wasnt on but you didn't. I tried to talk to you a few times but you kept ignoring me,” you said that last part quietly, getting reminded of your last relationship and how that went.

“I just wanted to spend some time with you and my friends today as I tried to make the best out of a shitty day, but that didnt happen. Everything just became too much for me and I snapped. So I figured I might as well third wheel because it was better than trying to fifth wheel with you guys.” You finished and waited for him to say something.

The silence was killing you as you watched him drive. He still hadnt said a word and he pulled into a parking lot and parked the car.

“What are we-” He turned to face you as you started speaking.

“Baby, I am so sorry. I wish you told me something earlier, and if you tried to, I'm sorry that I wasnt listening. We never meant to make you feel left out,” He turned in his seat and was faced you, taking both of your hand in this much larger ones. “And sweetheart I am so sorry that I grabbed you the way I did,” he looked genuinely upset with himself for grabbing you earlier.

“It's okay-”

“No, its not Y/N. I shouldnt have grabbed you like that ever. Thats not how you treat someone you care about it.” He noticed a few tears slip down your face when you looked away so he gently turned your face back to him and he wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs.

“Sorry that I'm crying so much today,” you tried to laugh it off.

“Babe, you cry if you want to, but let me in please? Whats going on in that head of yours?”

“It's just a lot of stuff from before I moved here, the way I was living before wasnt good and something I like thinking about too much… can we not talk about it right now? Maybe when we get to the house because if I’m going to do tell you, I’d rather not do it in a Target parking lot surrounded by light up balloons.” You laughed a little to try to lighten to situation a little bit.

“Of course sweetheart,” he grabbed your hand and gently brought it up to his face and placed a kiss on the back of your hand before letting go and starting the drive back to James��s house.

“Took you two long enough, bitch ass,” James greeted you as soon as you walked in.

“Fuck off, we literally saw you guys at the light before us,” you sassed back at him. On a more serious note, you turned back to him and Ian, “I’m gonna go talk to Ethan for a bit okay? I’ll let you know if I need you.”

Both of them nodded, understanding what you were talking about. You had mentioned recently about wanting to tell Ethan everything, having decided on telling your boyfriend first, then Grayson. You knew both of them together would not go well considering how loud they could get and how overwhelmed you would get with both of them trying to talk over each other. Separate would be a lot easier.

“You can go home if you want Gray, I’ll just stay here tonight,” Ethan tossed Grayson the keys.

“Actually, I think it would be better if you stayed, for a little bit anyways.” Both of the boys looked at you confused. Pulling Ethan down a little bit, you whispered to him, “I just dont know if you’re going to want to stay after I tell you everything.” He looked at you now completely worried but nodded anyways.

“OH! We should play Mario Kart for a bit!” Emma yelled out, already heading towards the living room. Well, that was one way to get everyone to stay for a little bit. Turning back to him, you grabbed Ethan’s hand and lead him up the stairs to your room and shut the door behind you. Both of you sat on the bed in silence.

“You’re kind of worrying me here, Y/N” He looked at you to see you folding a blanket over your legs that were crossed under you. You had also taken a pillow to play with in your lap.

“Sorry, I dont mean to. If I’m going to tell you everything, will you promise me something?” You looked up at him and when he nodded, you continued on. “Let me finish talking before you start asking questions? I’ll answer whatever, but just- I need to get it all out first, okay?” He nodded again.

“Okay,” you sighed and mentally prepared yourself, “okay, so theres no way to ease into it so here we go. I’m an alcoholic. Was an alcoholic. Whatever you wanna see it as, but I had a really bad drinking problem before moving here. It’s one of the reasons I moved here with James. I needed to get away from everyone judging me back home.” You looked at him and saw him trying to hide how shocked he was but you saw it anyways.

“When James moved out here, I ended up alone. He was pretty much my only friend, which was weird considering I’m older than him, but when he left, I didn’t really have anyone else. A few months later, I ended up dating this guy, who had a bunch of friends and along the way, they became my friends. One night, he took me to a party and there was so much there. Beer, wine, shots, whatever, it was there. And sure I had had a drink before that, but nothing too much. Never enough to even get me drunk or tipsy. But there, as stupid as it sounds, everyone was doing it so I figured why not and started doing shots with the other girls. I woke up the next day feeling awful but later that night we went to another party, and this time I only had a few but-” you took a deep breath, still looking down at your lap. “But, that didnt last long. It just became a cycle for us. School, party, school, party, then somewhere along the way it became drinking just at home, in the school parking lot, and I was drinking whenever. I didnt need the parties anymore, but I still went and oh god, there’s still a lot that I have no idea what happened.” You felt him shift on the bed. You couldnt tell if it was closer or away from you and you were scared it was the latter.

“It got to the point where I would have blackouts. I had no idea what happened the night before but my friends usually had some videos. I don’t know who else has any, but the ones I saw- its me doing shot after shot, me dancing way too inappropriately for a public setting, me stripping in front of everyone, theres photos of me in bed with my ex and theres still so much I dont know. What used to be me counting the days between drinks turned into me not remembering the last time I hadn’t had a drink.”

“I ended up breaking up with my boyfriend for different reasons but once I did that, I lost my drinking source. I was only 20, I couldn’t exactly go get any on my own so I,” deep breaths remember, “I would still go to bars if I could get in and I would let whoever buy me a drink- drinks and sometimes that was enough. Along the way word got out to the guys I knew that I was an “easy lay” if you bought me enough drinks, which to be completely honest, wasn’t a complete lie. I didn’t really care how I got my drinks as long as I got them. A few of those guys also had pictures, some are pretty bad, some are just us making out, but theyre out there. And when I turned 21, let me tell you, things got so much worse. One day, I had been drinking at home while my parents were gone and I passed out.” Playing with the pillow seemed to be most interesting thing while you could feel Ethan’s eyes burning into your head.

“I woke up in the hospital. Alcohol poisoning. It wasn’t until I saw the look on my parents faces that I realized how messed up I was. Seeing them look at me with just pure… disappointment, disgust, shame, pity, worry, it made me realize that I couldn’t be doing that anymore. I could have died and I didn’t want to keep wasting my life like that anymore.”

“The detox was absolute hell. Withdrawal was… awful. I was throwing up, shaking, I couldn’t sleep, my head was constantly pounding, and I’m not going to lie to you, I would relapse. Drinking would make all of that go away, but coming back from it was harder each time so I got into rehab. It was the only way to completely keep me away from it so I could get better. I was there for three months and at first it was horrible. Withdrawal came back harder than before and there was nothing I could do to make it go away but once I got past that, it got easier.” You glanced up for a second but you couldn’t make out the expression on his face.

“I started learning piano since they had one there. It was something to distract myself with. I called James to let him know what happened and that, that, didnt go well. He didn’t talk to me for a while, which I get. He was worried I had been around Ian while I was like that so I don’t blame him. He never knew about anything that went on back home since he never came back to visit. I dont blame him or anyone else for this, I know it’s all my doing. No one ever forced me to drink or do anything, it was all my own choices.”

“Once I got out, it was hard. I was going to meetings. I’m still going to meetings here. One day at a time ya know? But over there, everyone remembered me as I was before. I was just the party girl who drank too much and slept with who ever. No guy would be want to be seen with the girl that had been with everyone. Then someone posted pictures and it got worse. I deleted all my social media so I couldn’t get tagged in anything. I dont check anything because I dont want to see if anyone has posted anything. Even going to the store people would look at me and judge me because everyone apparently knew what happened. So when I was talking to James one day, he asked if I wanted to move out here with him. Ian had told him how hard being home was for me and while I was pissed because I didnt want him pitying me or dealing with the mess I made for myself but after some talking we decided I was coming here.” You looked around your room, proud of how far you had come from where you used to be.

“A few weeks later I was finally here, I took care of what I needed to to be sure I would stay on track and then I was officially moving in and then-” You finally looked up at Ethan and reached out for his hand, “then I met you and Grayson and Emma and things kept getting better and well… that’s where were at now. So there it is. I get it if you don’t want to be around me anymore. It wouldnt be good if one day those videos came back up and you were still connected to me and I dont want you getting dragged into my mess. So if you want to go, it’s okay.” You smiled at him even though you were close to tears. If he did leave, you would be a mess but you knew you would get through it eventually. You didnt want to drag him or his brother down with you because of your decisions so it was easier to let them both go now before things got more serious than they already were.

You felt his hand leave yours and you looked up to see him looking at you with a look you couldnt explain. When he got up from your bed and started walking towards the door, you felt your heart breaking.  When he walked out, you could hear him going down the stairs and a few minutes later you heard the front door close and a car start up and you could actually feel your heart shatter. Turns out James was wrong about him staying.  

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Red and White Roses- PJM Hanahaki Disease AU Chapter 1

Genre: Hanahaki AU, a little bit of fluff, quite a bit of angst

Pairing: Hanahaki Park Jimin x Hanahaki Reader

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, mentions of Bipolar Disorder, description of verbal fighting

Summary: Everything in your life is spiraling out of control, your parents are getting divorced, 2 of your siblings are moving in with your father, you have to find an apartment and continue your English major at college and panic attacks are becoming a frequent thing, but what puts the cherry on top of your anxiety built cake? The name engraved into your right hand and the flowers growing in your stomach.

Post Date: 2/2/19

Word Count: 2,126 words, 11,510 characters 

A/N: Hi, this is my first fan fiction on Tumblr and I’m not very familiar with writing these things, but please leave your opinions and critiques in the comments/ notes??? Enjoy!!!

Chapter One II Chapter Two II Chapter Three II Chapter Four

You woke up with a sigh and a heavy heart. You can hear the echo of your parents’ voices from last night, the memories of it flashing in your mind like a feature film.

This was a normal night in the Lee household. The night had started off normal enough, having takeout for dinner, watching the movie your siblings, Lisa (7), Jackson (13), Jisoo (14) and you, Y/N (19) had picked out that afternoon. Your father came home at 8:00pm that night, clearly tired shown by the dark circles under his eyes. He smiled at his children spending time together. You had come home from Busan to Daegu for Winter Break, the stress of college being washed away the second you set foot in your childhood home. You turned your gaze to your father, smiling at him before clambering off the couch and into his arms. “Appa! You’re home! I’ve missed you.” You say, sounding like Lisa, a hearty chuckle erupting from his throat. 

“I missed you too, little one.” He responded, using the name he always called since you were 2 years old. Your siblings jumped up from the couch, greeting their father as well. Soon after, the mood died down when your mother entered the room, clad in a fuzzy nightgown. 

“You’re home late, jagi.” She grumbled, her voice sounding suspicious of his whereabouts this late at night.

“ You know how it is, signature after signature. It was just a lot of paperwork.” He said in his sweet tone. Your mother threw him a look before turning to exit the room. 

9:00PM rolled around and your in your room, covering Lisa’s ears and cuddling Jisoo and Jackson close. Your parents are fighting...again. This was never an irregular occurrence. Your parents had been struggling to keep their marriage together for about 18 months now. It all started when your father was seen with another woman he insisted was a co-worker. Your mother didn’t believe him..at all. This time, they were fighting about them, the children. You had always been a second mother to them, as your mother was ‘busy’ but when you moved into your college dorm, the first night, Jisoo had called you to tell you that your mother was screaming at Jackson for no apparent reason. The older ones knew it was because of your mother’s severe case of Bipolar Disorder. Lisa was sobbing and shaking with fear, Jackson was curled up into your arm and Jisoo was hugging her knees to her chest. After about an hour or so, the shouting and screaming died down and now there was only the soft hiccups coming from Lisa filling the room. Another hour passed when there was a knock on your door. You got up from your bed opened the door. Your father stood there, tears staining his cheeks, his tall and slim build towering over you. He told you to bring your siblings into the living room. Anxiety shot up your spine, afraid about what was going to happen. The last time they had had a family meeting, Jackson had snuck out of the house to go to a party hosted by his friends and gotten drunk off his face. 

You, Jisoo, Jackson and little Lisa walked to the living room, the looks and aura both your parents gave off already gave you a bad feeling, but looking at your siblings made you even more scared. To say they were all scared would be an understatement. Your parents looked around at everything except each other and their children. Your mother finally cleared her throat and looked straight at you. “Kids, you know that your father and I love you all very much, but we have made the decision to get a d-divorce.” Your mother choked out the last word, her eyes brimming with tears. You had always knew this would come sooner or later, but you didn’t expect it to hit that hard. Jackson was the first to cry, then Jisoo, then yourself and finally the baby of the family, Lisa. While you cried, your father explained that when Winter Break ends, Jackson and Jisoo would move in with him on the other side of Daegu so they were closer to their school, Lisa would stay with your mother and you would go back to Busan and live in your dorm until the end of the year, then you would buy an apartment. The information sunk in with everyone, but Jisoo didn’t want to leave Lisa all by herself. Jisoo knew she had no choice, she knew she couldn’t win this fight but still tried. With that said, you all trudged off into your seperate rooms (except Jisoo and Lisa who shared one) all in an emotional wreck.

You finally gathered up the courage to flip the blankets back and get ready for the day. Normally, you would be working at the small cafe run by your best friend/ boss, Nancy. However, you had called her last night before you went to bed, telling her you couldn’t make it to work. When she asked why, you broke down into tears, spilling everything to her, letting her listen to your family problems. She consoled you, telling you that she understands and that’s she’s there if you need her. You smiled as you realized she used the same words that you did when her parents got divorced and the times she was dumped by her 2 previous boyfriends before finding Namjoon, the only boyfriend you approved of. You walked into your bathroom, looking at your (disgusting might you add) reflection. Your hair was disheveled from the little sleep you got last night, your eyes are red and puffy from crying, yesterday’s mascara and eyeliner (the only the makeup you really wore on the daily) left smudges on your cheeks, reminding you of the tsunami of tears you spilled last night. You sighed once more before disrobing and having a warm shower, calming your tense and depressed mindset. The warm water hit your skin like thousands of bullets, hoping to wash away your pain. Even though you knew it couldn’t, it was a nice pain numbing treatment. You change into a pair of grey sweats, a plain white bra underneath a twilight (as in the color, not the movie/book series) purple shirt. You stepped out of your room, which was actually the guest room, dull and white, and into the kitchen. There you meet Jisoo who is in the same state as you, staring at hot cup of peppermint tea in front of her. “Hey, sis. Hope you got at least some sleep last night.” You chimed at her, breaking her gaze away from the tea. She smiled weakly and halfheartedly. She sighed before getting up from the table, walking towards you before she rested her head on your chest. You wrapped your arms around her. You two stayed like that until Jackson walked, looking even worse than the both of you put together. His hair was sticking up in all directions, dark rings circled his under eyes, his eyeballs red and his sockets puffy from crying. He looked like a shell of his usual bubbly and annoyingly loud personality. You unwrapped one of your arms from around Jisoo and scooped him into your hug. You held the two of them close to your chest, squeezing your eyes shut to stop the tears. You loved your siblings more than anything, they meant the world to you and to see them so quiet and sad shattered your heart into a million pieces. You released your younger siblings from your ‘big sis bear hug’ as they liked to call it. You carded your fingers through their hair with the kind look in your eye you saved for only the people you cared for the most. 

“Hey, how about I make pancakes, bacon and eggs for breakfast. My treat.” You whispered to them, a wide smile spreading across your face. Jackson and Jisoo smiled weakly as you busy yourself finding pans to cook breakfast with.

A few weeks had gone by since your parents had revealed they were getting getting divorced and you were now helping Jisoo pack up here belongings into the last of the boxes in her room. It was last time you would get to see her before going back in less than three hours, as your train to Busan (anyone get my reference) left soon. You placed her trophies from talent shows and dancing competitions in bubble wrap before placing them in a cardboard box labelled ‘Fragile’. You looked into Jisoo’s dark eyes as she signed for the umpteenth time that morning. “Ji, what’s wrong? You keep sighing, what’s going on?” You asked her in your caring yet motherly tone, placing the last of her trophies in the box. She sighed once more while holding a photo frame in her hands loosely. 

“It’s just...I’m not gonna see Lisa for what feels like forever. She’s so important to me, and now that I can’t protect her or cuddle and calm her when she has nightmares, it scares me. What if she gets bullied at school for not having a father figure in her life? What if she gets bullied and I’m not there to protect her? What if sh-” You cut Jisoo off, placing one of your hands on her shoulder. 

“Jisoo, I said the exact same thing about you to Mom when I moved to Busan. I was so anxious and upset and angry with myself that I wasn’t gonna be able to watch you grow up into a woman and everyone else would. Don’t worry about it, you have your whole life to worry, but right now, focus on yourself. I am always a phone call away if you get worried.” She smiles at you when you give her the same kind eyes you had always shown her. 

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yes, lil sis?”

“Thank you.” 

“Anything for you, sis.”

As your mom pulled into the train station with all of your siblings in the backseat, you exhaled deeply. You opened the door and pulled yourself out of the passenger side, rounding to the trunk. You opened it and pulled out your suitcase, pulling up the handle and rolling it to the left side of the car. Your siblings are stood there, looking at you with sad puppy eyes. You smiled at your siblings’ hilarious attempts to get you to stay.

“Aish, guys, I don’t want to go back either, I want to stay with you guys too. But school is important and I want to graduate. Come here.” You rushed towards them, scooping them into one of your ‘Big Sis Bear Hugs’. You held them close to you, wishing you didn’t have to part ways with your family. You sighed as you pulled away and placed a kiss on each of their foreheads. You grabbed your suitcase once more, you turn to the Daegu Train Station. You pulled out of your pocket and placed in your earphones before turning on your heel to wave to your siblings, who have all squashed their faces against their windows as they waved back. You chuckled to yourself and walked into the train station. You bought your ticket and scanned it on the gate to the station. The train didn’t take as long as you’d expected it to take. You walked onto the train with a mob of strangers, which would normally freak you out and cause your anxiety to trigger, but with your favorite artist playing in your ears, you felt as if you had nothing to worry about or lose. Your heart still ached with the thoughts from last night of course, but music always helped you feel at least a tiny bit better.

Your dorm mate and best friend, Jimin said he’d pick you up from the train station in Busan. This normally wouldn’t be a problem but having him as your dorm mate for the second year in row, you had developed a huge slight crush on him. However, he wasn’t like the rest of your high school crushes. You had never been this close nor shy about a crush like you had with Jimin. He was somewhat different. When you saw him at the train station, you called out his name, making him look up from his phone. He smiled and rushed over to you, pulling you into a friendly hug. You felt the tips of your ears and cheeks flush pink at the very least. When he pulled away, he took your suitcase and gave you his sweet eye smile. The first time he spoke these words was when you felt the slight itch on your right hand.

“Welcome back, Y/N”

Chapter/ Part 1 Finish.

A/N: Hey, Kookie all the way down here, I know this was really long but I enjoy long parts. It just gives me something to look forward to. So let me know I did. Like I said at the start of the chapter, I would really appreciate it if you left some tips and critiques about it and if you would like to see more and don’t be afraid to send me requests, I am so ready for whatever you have for me!!! Love you my Taecups 

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a/n: this is a prompt fill for tht writing meme i posted but it got. a little longer than it was supposed to so heres a seperate post for it! the chars belong to my darling friend annie @dantesaristotles but she lets me throw them around sometimes and im hella grateful for each opportunity!!!

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28. "Marry me."

It had started off as a joke, really. Way back when Kyle was trying to renew his FAFSA for sophomore year and realized the difference.

"If I asked you to marry me," he said to Hugo one night, mid financial talk. They were back in Hugo's bedroom at his parents house, pne of the rare weekends they could both afford to come home and spend time together. He was curled around him, had an arm around his waist and his cold nose in the back of his neck. His voice was joking. "Would you say yes?"

"Probably," Hugo replied. Kyle could tell his eyes were shut and his nostrils had flared in that way they did when he thought something was funny, but was too tired to laugh.

"Might need you to if my grant doesn't come through."

"It will," he murmured, already on the fringes of sleep.

☆

The next time it had happened - or rather, the next time of substance - was a few months later. He was all set up in his new dorm room - housing indeed paid for by that very grant that had sparked the whole running joke - and it was Hugo's turn to make the trip from his college to Kyle's, instead of the other way around.

"Hey, babe," he said, spinning away from his desk to look over at Hugo, who was sprawled across his XL Twin bed with his phone held above his face to dutifully stay silent while Kyle wrote the conclusion to his essay.

"You done?"

"Nah, not yet."

"What's up?"

"If I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?"

"Why this time?"

Kyle took the rebuff in stride, having already had a genuine answer. "You know that movie with Melissa Joan Hart and Joey Lawrence? The one they always played on ABC Family?"

"Hold on-" Hugo said as he sat up quickly, his curls bouncing around his head. "This is a My Fake Fiancé scenario?"

"Listen," Kyle started back in, his hands coming up in front of him. "It could work. Also, I saw this immersion blender the other day and like-"

With an amused, terribly fond scrunch to his nose, Hugo proclaimed, "You're such a fucking dork."

☆

The third of great substance, because there'd been so many little ones that anyone would lose count, was far less happy than any of the rest.

Existential crises, Kyle had said over text, are one hell of a drug.

Hugo had promptly replied with ??? and it went on from there.

kyle: i just. i dont know this asshole thts probably named fucking thad or something equally as dumb said some dumb shit to me after class today? and i cant get it out of my head

hugo: hey whatever he said, its not true- do you want me to call you?

kyle: i dont know if i can rlly keep it together rn babe

hugo: are you crying?

kyle: like. 10% its no biggie

hugo: honey :(

kyle: if i asked you to marry me would you say yes

hugo: in a heartbeat

It was the closest thing Kyle had ever gotten to yes.

☆

It wasn't the last time, not by far, but it was the end of an era, the beginning of a new one.

They were graduated, post college by six months a piece, living together in a shitty apartment that they loved in the way cat people loved their cats, as in: "this is our apartment, her name is Asshole, she's a holy terror but we love her and you can't tell us shit about her."

Kyle was still in bed because it was Sunday and he didn't have a shift and fuck getting out of bed before noon, y'know?

But Hugo was standing at the dresser in nothing but long plaid PJ pants that obviously belonged to Kyle. He was rifling through his sock drawer, muttering to himself.

Kyle traced the freckles on his back, a lazy smile on his face, leisirely pace to his movements. Hugo was bathed in buttery sunlight, and Kyle loved him.

"Hey," he called, voice still thick and marred with sleep. "Hey, Hugs."

Hugo scoffed the same way he had since they were eighteen at the nickname. "What is it?"

"If I asked you to marry me," he said patiently. "Would you say yes?"

It took Hugo a long minute to turn around, and when he did, his face was one of exasperated anguish. "You had to ask that right now? You couldn't have waited two minutes?"

Kyle's face scrunched up, having never gotten a response like that, he was sufficiently taken aback.

"What? Why?"

"Because," Hugo bemoaned, dropping his knees onto the mattress and shimmying over. "It makes it sound so much less original when I do my thing."

Kyle quirked a brow, until Hugo raised his clenched hand up to reveal a plain little black velvet box.

"If I asked you to marry me," he said, holding the box out between them. "Would you say yes?"

Smartly, Kyle replied, "I'm sorry, what?"

"Marry me," he repeated, popping the lid on the ring box to show a simple silver band that if you inspected closely, had an inscription on the inside.

"Oh. I, yeah, oh." His brain wasn't firing all cylinders, the cogs were gumming up, he'd planned everything so perfectly, and yet Hugo had still beat him to it-

"Kyle?"

Quickly, Kyle fumbled at his pillow, shoving his hand into the pillowcase, and unzipping the zipper on the actual pillow - allergen shield, baby. He rooted around againt the actual pillow before finally extracting his own box.

"Are you seriously trying to steal my proposal right now?"

"Are you complaining?"

There were tears brimming in Hugo's eyes as he said, "No, you dumbass- how long has that been in there?"

"Forever. I knew I could leave it there 'cause you never make the bed," Kyle said with a wet laugh, hand coming up to smudge his own tears.

"Jesus, Kyle."

"I think someone has to say yes or we're just gonna be in stalemate forever."

"I proposed first, you have to say it first. Technically, you didn't even propose, so really-"

"Yeah, of course I'll marry you."

"I'll marry you too."

☆

Kyle had to resist the urge to tug nervously at his cufflinks as he recited his vows.

"I used to ask you, all the time, if I were to ask you to marry me, would you say yes. And it started out as a joke, but I think I realized, even when I was that dumb eighteen year old, I think I realized even then that I meant it. I love you, Hugo, and even if I didn't realize it way back in the beginning, my heart did - it's loved you from the start. So, I stand here before you, in front of our whole family, not just blood, but the one we found along the way too - whether it be Kiera, or Pheebs, Asher - for some reason - or our literal high school English teacher, the man whose class started it all for us - I stand before all of them, and I ask you one last time, in more words than ever before, if you'd like to spend the rest of your life with me, and before you give me you answer, I'll give you mine: I do."

Hugo was pushing tears away with the back of his hand, muttering something about how he'd had to get Kiera to help him with his vows, and yet he'd still blown him out of the water. But he nodded. And he recited his own vows. And on a sunny day, in the crispness of fall, Kyle Bellamy and Hugo Hansen became the Bellamy-Hansens, and they finally gave the simplest answer to the age old question, no hesitation in either of their declarations.

If I asked you to marry me would you say yes?

Yes.

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Cabe.

Gabe: "Not enough," he said and laughed. "I don't think it's even really cheese."  He smiled and bumped his shoulder against Clyde's.  "I don't know the exact moment.  But pretty early.   When I realized that you could take every cent I had and I'd still want you.  When the thought of coming back here without you was unbearable. What about you?"

Clyde: Clyde smiled and felt his heart race, it felt like it was making heart shapes in his chest when gabe spoke about not being able to bare the idea of leaving him. "When you gave me that flower before going down on the slide. I felt my heart grow so big in that moment. That's when I knew I couldn't live without you and your cheesey gestures!

Gabe: Gabe smiled brightly at that and was glad that Clyde loved him that early.  It made him feel much more attractive than he really was.  He felt giddy bubbles in his chest.  "I can't live without you either," he said and playfully dabbed some cheese on Clyde's nose.  "You're the cheesy one now."

Clyde: Clyde smiled. He was happy. He felt truly happy, evne if Gabes father did try to kill him, Gabe wouldnt let it happen. He should have just stabbed him. He lean in and rubbed his cheese nose against Gabe's cheek. "Jerk." He laughed. "I am glad you decided to come to Branson."

Gabe: Gabe laughed when Clyde ran his nose along his cheek and wiped at the smudge of cheese with a napkin and then cleaned off Clyde's nose.  "I'm glad I did too.  I almost didn't.  But it was fate.  For us.  I think." He laughed a little.  "Is that stupid?  I think we're soulmates."

Clyde: "It's not stupid I think we are too. Your meeting happen in branson, so happen at the water park of all the places. You all were rich to go to beaches or over seas. But you came to branson and ate country chain restaurant breakfast and went to a basic water park. I defiantly believe its fate. I was so sad te first two days before we met"

Gabe: "I was mostly angry I was in Branson," he said and laughed.  "Before I met you.  I didn't want to go.  But I'm so grateful I did."  He grabbed Clyde's hand and kissed the back of it.  "My life has gotten so much better with you in it."

Clyde: "Aww honey. I love you." He said. "Mine has too. I feel like a real life princess." He teased. "Well, despire the fact you didnt want to go, I am glad you did." He kissed his lips. He felt himself need to pee again. "Gae, this is going to screw up the moment, but I need help going to the bathroom."

Gabe: Gabe laughed softly.  "A princess?" he repeated and kissed Clyde's cheek lightly.  He frowned a little at the sudden change in tone, going from romantic to I need help with the bathroom, but he put his plate aside and grabbed Clyde's arm.  "Help?  Of course, honey, but why?"

Clyde: "I dont know It's embarasing." He blushed. He had no idea why he needed to go again! He felt like he shouldtnt need to go again. He let Gabe help him to the door and smiled. "Sweetheart. I just have a bladder thing, its ntohg serious.. "

Gabe: Gabe took Clyde's hand and helped him to the bathroom.  "A bladder thing?" he asked, opening the bathroom door and leading Clyde to the toilet.  "Does it hurt or something?" he asked, slightly confused.

Gabe joined the chat 6 hours ago

Clyde joined the chat 6 hours ago

Clyde: "No, I just can't really feel it? It just... goes. Did I go in bed?" He blushed. "Wait, I will check it out when I'm done. I feel like an elderly person." He snorted. He shut the door for privacy and went to try and pee, but he already did in his pad. He was so embarased.

Gabe: "No, I..I don't think so," he said, his brow wrinkling up just a little.  "But I can look-" he said and wondered if Clyde needed more help, but he shut the door.  He went to look in the bed, but didn't see anything.  Probably.  He pulled off the covers to wash them anyway and remade the bed while Clyde was in the bathroom. "Honey, maybe we should go back to the hospital.  If you're having a problem."

Clyde: "I guess I should. This is so awkward. I feel like an old person." He blushed. "It doesnt hurt, its just weird" He said. He had no idea why his body was the most right now. "I bet you are just so turned on.. " He laughed. "I use to be sexy, I primie."

Gabe: "I just want to make sure you're ok. Maybe I should call your doctor first. Maybe it has something to do with the meds."  He kissed Clyde's cheek.  "Don't worry.  We'll fix it."  He laughed a little. "You're still sexy."  He went to grab his phone and called the doctor, explaining a little what was going on.  He nodded and then hung up after a few minutes.  "Your doctor said it might be from the catheter they used during the procedure.  Sometimes it can brush against a nerve and it takes a few days for that sensation to come back.  But she said to call back or come in if it's not better in a day."

Clyde: "ok." He was glad it wasnt anything terrible. "Can you make me a pretzel again? I am going to take a bath." He said. "And get me a sprite?" He asked. "Thank you baby, I know this day sucks for you." He pouted and removed his shirt.

Gabe: Gabe felt so bad for Clyde.  He didn't really know what to say. It was such an awkward situation to be in.  He just gave Clyde a bright smile and kissed his cheek.  "Okay, honey.  More pretzels and some sprite." He would have to somehow get more pretzels.  They were almost out and it seemed to be the only thing Clyde wanted.  "I'll be right back, honey."

Clyde: Clye took a bath, and got out. He went out to that Gabe had left. He put on a big shirt and socks that went up to his knee caps. He laid ont he sofa and lean back. He turned on the tv and picked a movie to watch. He laid on the pillow and looked on his phone. Heather woul dbe back tonight around 9. He said ok and put a 🙂 face

Gabe: Gabe knocked on the door to the bathroom to tell Clyde he was going to pick up some more food really fast, and then ran out to get some, having the uber driver keep the car running outside and everything so he could hurry back.  He saw Clyde sitting on the couch when he returned with groceries, slightly puffing, and smiled.  "Good bath?  I'll have a pretzel for you in a second."

Clyde: "Thank yiu." He said, he knew he should eat something else other than bread and cheese. But it was the only thing he wanted. He smiled when Gabe brought him the pretzel and ate it softl. He turned on a movie and leaned against Gabe. He knew he was always very cuddly with Gabe and was glad Gabe didnt care. "Thank you for staying with me today.. you must really love me."

Gabe: Gabe made a pretzel too, and also handed Clyde some sprite to drink.   He wrapped one arm around Clyde and tried not to be too preoccupied with him still being sick and hoping he was really ok.  "I do really love you," he said and kissed Clyde's cheek.  "I'm glad you're here.  I would have been miserable being away from you, so it's good that I stayed."

Clyde: "You can work tomorrow. What can I do to help you relax?" He asked. He heard Gabes phone go off, and it was Gabes dad. Clyde looked at the phone. "Are you gonna answer it?" He asked. He pouted and pressed his cheek against his shoulder.

Gabe: "I don't know if I can work tomorrow," he said softly and stroked Clyde's hair.  "I'd miss you too much," he said and then pressed his head closer to Clyde's and sighed gently.  "I'm realxed just being here with you," he said and then frowned down at his phone.  "No.  I'm not," he said and disconnected it, even going so far as to get into his phone and block the number.  "I don't want to speak to him until I can tell him that for sure we have a restraining order."

Clyde: "I am sorry you have one. That sucks baby," He pouted. He wanted to be ok with Gabe and his family. Gabes mom called next. He rubbed his leg and knew that Gabe was really probably stressing out right now and Clyde wanted to be there for him

Gabe: Gabe let out a low groan when the phone rang again and just turned it off.  He didn't want to think about any of that right now.  He couldn't.  He was starting to feel an ache in his head from the tension and just wanted it to go away.  He closed his eyes and leaned his head against Clyde's chest.

Clyde: He pouted. He didnt want to be the force that seperates him and his family. "I am sorry. I just watned to love you and be with you. I didnt mean to cause so much drama." He confessed. "i love you and that;s all I wnted to do.. i hope you know that."

Gabe: "Don't," he said and looked up at Clyde.  "Please.  Don't think it's something you did.  You didn't do anything.  I wouldn't ever think that," he said and kissed Clyde gently on the lips and then leaned against him again, wrapping his arms tightly around Clyde's waist.

Clyde: "Will your job be ok? I dont want you to loe it because of me." He pouted and kissed his cheek. He wrapped his arms around his neck. "They need lawyers in branson, and we could live there, it woudl suck but for what you pay for this place, we could get a huge place."

Gabe: "My job is fine," he assured Clyde.  "It was my father's company but it's not anymore.  He turned it over to me.  It's mine."  He stroked Clyde's hair gently back from his head.  "I think we can still be happy here.  But if you want to move somewhere else, we can."

Clyde: "Noo! I love it here. I dont want to move. I want to grow old here." He sighed. "I love it," He confessed. "And I love you." He lean up to kiss his lips

Gabe: Gabe smiled and let out a soft sigh of relief.  He really didn't want to leave.  he loved his life here.  He wanted Clyde to love it too.   "Good," he said, and kissed Clyde's temple.  He kissed his lips then and hummed.  "Did you ever think about having kids someday?  Was that something you ever wanted?" he asked, a little out of nowhere.

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Clyde: "Kids?" He asked. "No, no kids. I am not good with kids." He told Gabe. "Why do you?" He asked. He wondered if Gabe wanted kids? He wasnt sure he did. He was ok with kids, but worried he was kinda a kid himself.

Gabe: Gabe shrugged a little and took one of Clyde's hands, and then kissed the back of it.  "I don't know.  I was just curious," he said and then let out a slightly anxious laugh.  "Maybe I've had too much pretzel cheese.  Please lets eat something else tonight?  Something with protien and good things like that."

Clyde: "I like the pretzel. I want to get married first." He announced. "If that's ok. Unless you dont want to, then I am ok with being your boyfriend" He smiled, he was ok for now, but three years or maybe one year, he would be hinting with rings.

Gabe: "Before dinner?" Gabe asked, feeling a little confused but then laughing.  "I was hoping we could plan a little more than that," he said and laughed some more.  He kissed Clyde's temple.  "I know you like pretzels, but I want you to heal, and that means something else to eat. How about some chicken nuggets too.  PLease?  Humor me."

Clyde: "How about... hmm. chicken alfredo with breadsticks and asapargus.. from the delievery place we went once.. they do deliever here.' He said. "And a sprite.. " He said. "You can get a different dinner I tihnk i will be ok."

Gabe: That was a lot better and Gabe smiled.  "Yes I'll call them up.  Thank you," he said and kissed Clyde's cheek.  "We can have more pretzels later, I'm just worried about your health.  And everything else."  He sighed.  "I'm already feeling anxious about tomorrow.  I'll have to go down to the courthouse to see about that restraining order and my dad might show up.  So you better stay here with Heather."

Clyde: "Will you be safe?" He asked. He pouted and took hi hand. He kissed the top of it, and heard Gabe ordering his meal. He would try not to freak out if he got something else that he didnt get. He loved being with gabe, and knew he would have some degree of seperation anxiety

Gabe: Gabe sighed.  "I should be fine.  I'm just worried about you," he said and stroekd his hands through Clyde's hair.  Gabe ordered the pasta Clyde wanted- two orders of it- and then sat back down next to Clyde.   "Just remember to call me if you need anything.  And stay safe.  You'll have the cats and Heather with you."

Clyde: "yeah, I will, but I will be worried." He smiled when he brought the food. He wasnt very hungry, but he took a bite of chicken and asapgus to make Gabe stop worrying so much. "You think I wont be safe here?Is there something i should worry about?"

[sanderssides-fics]

Barriers and guitar strings

Plot: loosely: lay me down by Sam Smith Tw: crying, depression, mention of self harm, seperation, angst, it's just sad okay? Pairing: Prinxiety with a little bit of logicality A/N: I feel this is very short and I put in the song cause I went off track. @the-prince-and-the-emo @analogically-prinxiety @the-sanders-sides @softlogic @princeyandanxiety @princey-and-hottopic @dan-yuna (asked to be tagged) ________ "Like that's ever going to work" "Shut it, Reject" "You're a royal pain in the ass" "Enough! Both of you!" Thomas shouted angrily having had enough of Anxiety and prince's bantering. Both sides instantly pulled a 'he did it' point at each other. "I don't care guys, all you do is fight! You guys need to get along once in awhile! I understand you have major differences and I'm not expecting you guys to get really really close and like..." Thomas had a hard time taking hold of the thought of his sides loving eachother in a romantic idea since they all seemed like they only argued ever. "Coppulate?" Logan attempted to fill in but Thomas blushed hard and rapidly denied the adlib. "Date. You guys just need to be friends at least" Thomas finished hoping they'd understand. "Friends?" They both asked in disbelief and then got into a small argument defending themselves from the others demise at the idea. "THAT'S IT!" Thomas practically screamed and thought hard, suddenly the two sides voices were muffled from the other. "If you guys can't be friends, you guys can't be near eachother. Mental barrier keeps you apart now. Now I can dream and worry without the two mixing unless I want them to." He snapped and all the sides were back in their respective room so Thomas could Relax. "Pr-prince?" Anxiety felt a panic attack coming on as he realized that the barrier was even in the Mindspace as they tried to get to eachother. Morality became worried and ran to Anxiety's aid, only to receive a hiss and whimpered 'back off' "Ann, Ann I will fix this, please don't cry. It has to be able to break." Roman slammed his fist on the invisible barrier between them only to yelp in pain at how hard the thing actually was. He knew that in 6 hours Anxiety would be trying to sleep, as such his nightmares would return and prince couldn't be there for him. "Ann I can't fix this today, do you want Patton  or Logan with you?" Ann didn't answer, he just got up and ran to his room, slamming the door. Patton was worried "I'll look after Ann tonight, okay champ?" He spoke to Roman who nodded and got to work with Logan on how to rid of the barrier. Ann didn't answer as Patton knocked on the door so Patton just allowed his self in. Ann was curled on his bed, loose tears slipping down his non-makeuped cheeks and nose before soaking into the pillow gently. Patton sat on the bed causing Ann to shift a little with the bed dipping. "Ki- oh okay" Just as Patton was about to try and assure Anxiety everything would get fixed, Anxiety had had different plans and spun around and latched his arms around Patton's shoulders, buried his face in Patton's neck and sat on Patton's lap. The dad figure didn't mind, he knew Anxiety only did this when he was really upset like when he thought Thomas was  getting rid of him. Patton just held the emo in his lap, Logan would come in and take pictures once in awhile to assure Roman that his Precious Anx was okay. Roman was also curled on his bed, only he was holding on to the stuffed teddy that Anxiety had made him at build-a-bear when they went on their first date, the bear was golden beige 'like your skin' Anxiety had said at his early compliment stage, he had dressed the bear in a black sweater, teddy bear jeans, and the bear version of chuck's. He had found a little crown too. He wanted the bear to be a combination of both of them both. Thomas thought his new emotions were a result in the calmness of the two not fighting, he didn't know it was the numbness of depression forming a great crescendo in small amounts. Or that he'd be like this until the wall was down. _~•●•~_ It had been a week, though there was little disputes between any of the sides and everything seemed to be calm. It was the opposites.  Anxiety was having attacks every few hours though they didn't affect Thomas,  Prince was day dreaming less which resulted in Thomas being productive. Everything was cool, everything was fine, everything was numb. Anxiety hadn't left his room, Patton came by once in awhile, but mostly he was alone as he stared at his phone, the only contact he had with Prince was instagram dms. With the wall came their being blocks for their phone numbers that was indefinitely unfixable. 《@theonlyprinceyoullneed》 ~we will fix this I promise Ann,  just hold on.~ 《@mcrwasjustanidea.exe》 ~I'll try, it's hard. Has Logan had any luck getting through to Thomas about fixing this~ 《@theonlyprinceyoullneed》 ~all Thomas says is "but it's so calm"~ 《@mcrwasjustanidea.exe》 ~so let's make it not calm. Throw a fit, no creative thoughts, constant attacks, it'll hurt us but the wall will Go away and we will be free~ 《@theonlyprinceyoullneed》 ~that might work, but I'm too depressed to do that~ 《@mcrwasjustanidea.exe》 ~you already do it royal, you've been too depressed to daydream. You're telling me you're too depressed to do nothing?!~ 《@theonlyprinceyoullneed》 ~oh. No I guess not.~ Anx put his phone down and shouted loudly for Patton,  Ann had gotten just a little addicted to Patton's cuddles while he was asleep. He wanted his Prince back, he and prince hadn't fought since the wall went up and Thomas couldn't have been more oblivious to his mental state from it. It had been a week since they had decided to start their plan and three months since the wall. Anxiety had started a collection of tally marks, Patton wasn't allowed in the room anymore,  he was in a constant state of attack, and the only things he talked to was the globe cactus on his bedside table and himself. Prince was trying to be social,  but he was very melancholy all the time. No outbursts, he spoke in monotone, he didn't sing, he didn't shout, he didn't dream, he didn't sleep.  Morality was a worried parent and made sure both boys were well fed even if he couldn't help any other way. At the moment he was slaving over a hot stove, eggs in one pan, Turkey bacon spitting at him from another, toaster constantly popping out toast, the blender making questionable snapping noises. A pair of arms slunk around his thin waist, and a lover begging for him to let them help, but not being allowed the privledge. The meal was done and morality brought what was for Prince and Anxiety to their room. 4 Eggs, 7 strips of Turkey bacon, 4 slices of buttered toast for anxiety (4 with peanut butter for prince), and chocolate strawberry mint smoothies for the both of them. He set the plates outside the other traits doors and knocked on each waiting for them to open and take the trays so he knew they at least had it it them. Roman came first, a small thank you for him. Anxiety replaced the trays space with a note and slunk into the darkness. The note was always thank you, a request for 8 pieces next time which was never fulfilled because '7 was enough' , and a small drawing of a puppy or kitten. The time was stressful for all of them, but they kept that hidden. Even sanders sides videos remained how Thomas wanted them, Anxiety and Prince acted like the wall wasn't there. They just had to take a lot of takes because the two couldn't hear each other. Soon it had been 6 months and Thomas was noticing the changes, less imagination,  less creativity, more panic,  more numbness, more loss of energy. Anxiety was sat in his room, guitar on his lap, deep breaths in his body as he began to play. "Yes, I do, I believe that one day I will be where I was, right there, right next to you. And it's hard, the days just seem so dark, the moon and the stars, are nothing without you." Prince head shot up down the hall, hearing the song anxiety was singing. Patton and Logic heard as well and held their breath. ... Anxiety never sang. " Your touch, your skin, where do I begin. No words, can explain, the way I'm missing you." Anxiety sang loud, Prince sobbed. "Tonight, this emptiness this hole that I'm inside. These tears, they tell their own story" Patton felt the emotion Anxiety held, he was very good at expressing that. "Told me not to cry when you were gone, but the feelings overwhelming it's much too strong." Prince remembered telling Anxiety not to cry when this first happened, he covered his mouth. "Can I lay by your side!? Next to you, you. And make sure you're alright,  I'll take care of you. I don't want to be here if I can't be with you tonight!" Thomas heard the song stuck in his head and sighed, he had barely ever heard this song, why was it in his head? "I'm reaching out to you, can you hear my call. This hurt that I've been through, I'm. Missing you, missing you like crazy, yeah ooh. You told me not to cry when you were gone, this feelings overwhelming it's much too strong." Anxiety had tears on his face, as he sang with as much power and emotion as he could. Logan had a tear in his eye, Anxiety for once was allowing himself to be heard.  "Can I lay by your side!? Next to you, you. And make sure you're alright. I'll take care of you. And I don't want to be here if I can't be with you tonight!" Anxiety closed his eyes as he sung, tears flowing freely on both sides. Eye make up smudged, his sweater lost somewhere in the department of his room. "Lay me down tonight" Anxiety sung and Patton closed his eyes. "Lay me by your side" Anxiety sang louder, Logan held Patton close. "Lay me down tonight" Anxiety forced through a sob, Prince held his chest in pain and sobbed against Anxiety's door as he couldn't get closer. "Lay me by your side" Anxiety sang loud and proud as he hardened his gaze as if there was an audience. "Can I lay by your side?! Next to you, you." Thomas called all the sides to the meeting room to figure out what that was about. Patton wasn't in his corner, he was clung to Logan. Prince was falling apart on his knees in his corner and Anxiety was trying to hide his guitar. Thomas noticed this time how distressed Prince and Anxiety were to be apart. "I thought seperation would help?" Thomas spoke quietly. "Well it didn't, sanders." Anxiety retaliated. "It wasn't the most logical thought to seperate your imagination and your common sense." Logan butted in. "You can't seperate the ying and yang, if you do you get pain" Patton spoke then giggled at his rhyme making Logan smile a little bit. "Thomas, Anxiety and I fight because that's fun for us, there's no hard feelings. Take down the wall please and I can show you." Prince spoke and Thomas looked at all his sides and snapped, they could feel the wall break apart and in half a second or less Anxiety was gripping on to prince's clothing with his head in the confident traits neck and legs around his waist. "Oh..." Thomas spoke quietly and allowed all the traits to sink away. Anxiety and Prince decided to tone down the fighting in videos so that wouldn't happen again. All was well,  but Anxiety didn't sing much anymore. He needed a lot of pain to sing for everyone, he didn't need any to sing for Prince,  he just needed to be asked and the whispered words would leave his mouth in a Disney tune and lull his lover asleep.