#but uh decided to go with bratz so)

[thetimelordbatgirl]

OC Halloween Challenge 2023 Random/Themeless Day One: Life In Plastic

Victoria Von Doom (Marvel Descendants) in the Bratz franchise.

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Scared of Something New

Paranormal Preteens AU: Episode Twenty-Nine

A JSE Fanfic

This chapter has given me so much trouble over the past two weeks dhjasklh But! It is now done, and it is longer than the usual! So I won't keep you waiting much longer lol. Onto the summary! Chase realizes he's been brushing over JJ's problems, and gets some advice on how to deal with this. He decides to ask JJ himself how he can make up for this, and JJ proposes a surprisingly risky idea on how to get rid of this doll problem once and for all. And yeah. We have a real Chase and JJ focused episode, though others also appear. Enjoy reading :)

Previous Episode | More of this AU | From the Start | Read on AO3 at CrystalNinjaPhoenix

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Not long after returning from Ireland, the winter term for school started up again. Stacy actually left town for a bit, going on a birthday trip with her family. When she got back, the guys all gave her various birthday presents during lunch period. Chase got her a case for her glasses, on Mom’s advice, while Schneep got her a fancy glitter pen and JJ and Marvin gave her a pair of books. Jackie got her a bookbag with some characters on them. Chase had never heard of ‘Bratz’ before but Stacy seemed to love it.

Between Stacy’s vacation and the new round of schoolwork, the group didn’t have much time to get together and discuss what they’d learned about Anti and Jack. Though... Chase wasn’t sure there was much to talk about. Anti was Jack’s imaginary friend, and Jack’s family seemed weirdly involved with all the weird stuff happening around town. What else could they talk about? Besides... he wasn’t sure he wanted a big group talk. Not while JJ was still avoiding him.

Well... “avoiding” him wasn’t exactly right. JJ was still sitting with the rest of the group during lunch, and if Marvin came over to play video games, JJ would come with him. But... he was even quieter than usual. He only really spoke when someone else talked to him, or when Marvin tried to pull him into the conversation. And Chase could have sworn that JJ never looked directly at him. Chase wanted to give him some space, but also... he couldn’t live with this silence between them.

And so, about two weeks into the start of the new school term, Chase decided to do something about it. But he wasn’t sure what. This whole thing was very confusing to him... and made him feel bad. So, he went to get some advice.

Chase slowly opened the door to Mom’s room. “Um... Mom? Are you busy?”

“Hmm?” Mom was sitting at the desk in the corner of her room. She looked over at Chase as he opened the door, her expression immediately drawing close with worry. “Is something wrong, sweets?”

“I, uh... I-I think I messed up... with something.”

“Is something broken?”

“No no, nothing’s broken! I just, uh... i-it’s friend stuff. I...” He blinked furiously, eyes stinging with tears. “I think... JJ doesn’t like me a-anymore.”

“Oh, Chase.” Mom sighed. “Give me one minute, okay? You can hang out in here for a minute, right?”

Chase nodded. He walked over to Mom’s bed and climbed on top of it, sitting with his legs crossed. He picked at the threads of the comforter as he waited for Mom to finish. He had butterflies in his stomach. Sharp, jumpy butterflies, that just got more and more freaked out as he sat there, bringing tears to his eyes.

Then, Mom was finished. She closed out of whatever program she was using and walked over, sitting next to Chase on the bed. “Now, Chase. I’m sure JJ still likes you. But why would you think he wouldn’t?”

“I-I...” Chase took a shaky breath. He couldn’t explain all the doll stuff to Mom, but he could probably explain the whole situation without that. “JJ’s been r-really pressured a-and stuff lately, and I kept... I kept doing stuff that he didn’t want me to... He told me he didn’t want me to do that, and I tried, I really tried to not do the stuff, but he still got angry with me, a-and said that I didn’t get what he was going through, and I wasn’t trying hard enough... B-but I think I was trying, I think I really was trying!”

Mom blinked. “JJ got angry at you? That doesn’t seem like him.”

“I-I thought that too. JJ doesn’t get angry ever!”

“Whoa, okay, I didn’t say that,” Mom corrected. “Everyone gets angry. Maybe you don’t see it, but everyone gets angry. JJ’s a quiet kid, so you probably don’t know when he gets upset, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get upset at all.”

“Well... I-I know that,” Chase mumbled. “I just... if he’s not gonna tell me when he’s mad, I’m just gonna keep doing the same thing, right?”

“If JJ can’t tell you, then that’s something he should work on,” Mom said slowly. “But you just said that he did tell you. You knew about the problems he had and the things you weren’t supposed to do, right?”

“Yeah... A-and I really tried not to do any of it! But it’s just...” Chase gestured vaguely. “I-I don’t know. It wasn’t enough, I guess.”

“Hm.” Mom paused, thinking. “Alright. Let’s take this one step at a time. Could you have tried more to avoid the upsetting things?”

Chase thought about it. He didn’t give JJ orders on purpose. But he did give him a lot of accidental ones. And... no one else in the group did, right? Maybe... one or two, but... he definitely did it the most. “I... guess... Everyone else was doing it.”

“We’re not talking about everyone else, we’re talking about you. Do you really think you could have done better, or do you think you were trying your best?”

“I mean... I was doing my best, I just...” Chase trailed off. Was he really trying to avoid giving JJ orders? Maybe not. After all, he tried harder for other stuff. Like, Schneep didn’t want him to call him ‘Schneep’ around adults, so Chase always made sure to call him ‘Henrik’ when parents or teachers were around. He always thought about his words very carefully... But comparing that to how he thought about his words around JJ, he wasn’t being nearly as cautious. “Maybe... I could’ve done better.” He ducked his head, ashamed to say it out loud.

Mom nodded. “It’s good that you can realize that. Now that you know that, why do you think you didn’t try your best?”

“Uh... I dunno.” Chase shook his head.

“Can you try to think about it?”

“I am, I just... I don’t know.” Why wouldn’t he try his best to help JJ out? Did he not... like him as much? No, that can’t be it. JJ’s great! Even if Chase didn’t have a lot in common with him, he was still smart and funny and very brave.

Mom tilted her head. “Maybe... it didn’t seem like it was a big deal? Maybe that’s what you were thinking?”

“Maybe... I mean, uh... they weren’t really... I-I didn’t say mean things to him or anything. I just...“ Chase trailed off.

“They were... small things,” Mom said. “Things that wouldn’t hurt him.”

“Yeah!” Chase nodded.

“Well... they must have hurt him after all, right?” Mom asked quietly.

Chase deflated. “Yeah... I-I didn’t mean to, though. I just... Maybe I didn’t really... get it... Th-that’s what JJ said. That I didn’t really get it.” He shook his head. “It just—they didn’t do much! They were just... little things.”

“Little things can still hurt, Chase,” Mom explained. “Sometimes more than the big things. You know what they say. There’s a straw that breaks the camel’s back.”

Chase paused. “I’ve heard that, but I don’t... really get what that means.”

“Oh. Well, imagine you have a camel who’s carrying a bunch of stuff on its back, for a big trip across the desert. It’s carrying so much stuff that the weight is almost too much. When the camel is at its limit, even the tiniest bit of straw could be too much weight, and cause the camel to collapse and break its back. You said JJ was feeling pressured, so like that camel, he’s already carrying a bunch of weight. The little things you were doing felt like a lot.”

“Oh,” Chase breathed. That... would make sense with JJ, wouldn’t it? He mentioned his parents were on him all the time about being perfect, and then he also had the magic doll making him do stuff. Chase’s little slip-ups were just adding more to all that. “I...” Chase leaned against Mom, his eyes stinging again. “I don’t think I’m good at picking up on feelings.”

Mom patted his shoulder. “It’s okay, you’re still young. And you’re learning. Did you talk to JJ about all this?”

“Yeah. While we were in Ireland I talked to him. That’s when he said some of this stuff.”

“It’s good that you were able to tell something was happening and start the talk. Maybe it didn’t go well, but you can always keep going, try to fix that.”

“How?”

Mom shrugged. “You have to listen to JJ. Ask him what he wants, and take it seriously.”

“I wasn’t not taking it seriously!” Chase said defensively.

Mom laughed. “I never said you weren’t.”

Chase sighed... and then thought about it. He definitely knew the doll thing was a serious matter. But... maybe it wasn’t clicking into place for him on the serious scale. Chase didn’t know what JJ was going through with the doll and his parents and everything. He didn’t “get” it, just as JJ accused him of during the trip to Ireland. But just because he didn’t know what it felt like to be JJ, didn’t mean that he couldn’t listen to what JJ wanted. It didn’t mean that he couldn’t try. “Thanks, Mom. I-I think I have an idea for what to do now.”

“Glad I could help, sweets.” Mom smiled.

“You have work stuff to do, right?” Chase hopped the bed. “I’m gonna go, then.”

“Hah. Well I did reach a stopping point, but thanks, Chase. You’re very thoughtful.”

“...yeah, I guess.” Chase didn’t feel very thoughtful with all this JJ stuff. But he could be. If he tried. “See you.”

“See you, Chase.”

Chase left Mom’s room at the end of the hall—and stopped. Schneep was standing there. Right outside the bathroom door, clearly within range to hear Chase and Mom talking. “Uh...”

“I-I did not mean to listen,” Schneep hurriedly said. “I just—I-I just—I, ah—”

“It’s fine, bro, don’t worry about it,” Chase said. “What did you hear?”

“Something about talking to JJ... and Aunt Jess told you to listen to him.” Schneep shifted awkwardly on his feet. “Were you not... listening to him before?”

“I was, I just... I don’t think I was doing a very good job,” Chase said quietly. “But I’m gonna try again.”

“I-is there anything I can do to help?” Schneep asked.

“Uh... maybe?” Chase said. “I don’t know. Do you know...” He paused, thinking. “JJ said I didn’t get what he was going through. Do... do you? Could you explain it to me?”

Schneep looked at Chase seriously for a second. Then he walked over to his room, gesturing for Chase to follow him. He did, and once the two of them were inside, Schneep shut the door. “Aunt Jess told you that my parents were... not very nice to me, ja?”

Chase nodded slowly. “Do you think JJ and Marvin’s parents are the same?”

“Not... exactly the same. I-I think they are a bit nicer.” Schneep fiddled with the sleeves of his sweater. “But... I think their parents really want JJ to be... what they want. They want him to be smart. A-and I know what that is like.”

Chase tilted his head. “Don’t all parents want their kids to be smart?”

“...um... s-sort of?” Schneep said. “But i-it is different. Aunt Jess would never tell you that you are disappointing if you did not get a perfect score on a test, would she?”

“What?! No!”

“Exactly. But I-I think JJ’s parents would.”

Chase shook his head slowly. He couldn’t even picture that. “That’s... that really is mean.”

Schneep gave a dark little laugh. “Yes... it is, isn’t it?” He continued to fidget with his sleeves. “The Jacksons want JJ to be exactly what they want. He does not want to disappoint them. So... there is pressure, ja?”

“Yeah. I’d be so scared of letting Mom down if she called me a disappointment when I did.”

Schneep nodded. “Things could be worse, too... but I do not think the Jacksons get too much worse than that. They feel... They would feel different when they look at you.”

Chase stared at him. “Hey, uh... Schneep, if you... ever want to talk about this stuff, I could uh... I’ll listen. I’m not sure if I’ll be good at it, but I’ll try.”

“You could be good at it, Chase.” Schneep looked up at him, smiling. “I-I know you care a lot. You just... are not sure how to show it, sometimes.”

“I wonder if I cared about JJ and the doll thing...” Chase muttered.

“You do. You just... did not understand, I think. But now you are ready to try and understand, ja?”

Chase nodded. “I-I am. I don’t know if I will, but I’ll listen. Like I did with you, and with Marvin. I-I don’t know why I could listen to you guys and not to JJ.”

“Well, I live with you, and Marvin is loud. JJ is quiet and does not live with you.”

“...it makes sense when you say it like that.” Chase laughed. “Uh, thanks, Schneep. And, uh... what I just said. If you want to talk about stuff, I’ll listen.”

“Thank you, Chase.” Schneep’s smile widened. “Now... go on. I am sure that you have things to do.”

“Yeah. I wanna plan stuff.” Chase nodded. “See you later.” And with that, he turned and left Schneep’s room, thinking about how to approach this JJ situation. He had an idea for what to do, he just had to figure out how to approach it.

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Hey can you meet me at Zellys after school tomorrow? You can bring Marvin if you want.

Why?

I want to talk about stuff. Say sorry. Is that okay or do you still want me to not talk to you?

No it’s fine. I’ll be there. Marvin will too.

Chase reread the text message exchange over and over, then looked out at the interior of Zelly’s. It was pretty empty this time of year, though there were a smattering of people sitting around drinking hot chocolate. JJ and Marvin hadn’t arrived yet. But they had to be here soon. Chase had been waiting for ten minutes. Mom dropped him off after school, Chase had promised to call her when he needed a ride back, and then said goodbye to her and Schneep and headed in, sitting at a booth near the front entrance. It was a bit cold, but he wouldn’t miss JJ and Marvin coming in... or so he thought. As time went on, he started to wonder if he’d missed them after all. Or maybe they weren’t coming at all.

Nope, the door opened and the twins walked in. JJ had his bag. It was mostly empty, but Chase could see the shape of a notebook and something plush. The doll, of course.

Chase considered waving them over, but they spotted him before then, walking over and sitting down on the booth bench across from him. “Soooo. Hey.” Marvin gave an awkward little wave. “I don’t know what this whole thing’s about, but JJ wanted me here.”

“Y-yeah. Of course, uh. Yeah.” Chase nodded. 

They sat there in silence for a bit. Should we order something to drink? JJ asked.

“Uh, you’ll have to wave down one of the waiters, then, cause they checked on me earlier and I said I was fine.” Chase gave a little laugh. “But... uh, this isn’t about the drinks. We could but... I don’t know, it might be distracting or something.”

Marvin looked back and forth between JJ and Chase. “Is this about whatever happened in the hotel?”

“Basically, yeah,” Chase muttered. “Did JJ tell you what happened?”

“Nope. Not a thing. Even though I keep asking very politely.” Marvin shot JJ a playful glare. But JJ didn’t return the playfulness. Marvin’s expression softened. “Do you want me to go over to another table while you guys talk?”

Maybe... JJ said. Just for a bit.

Marvin nodded. “I’ll just go to the bathroom or something. Be back soon.” He stood up and left.

JJ slumped in his seat. I shouldn’t have asked him to come, but... I didn’t want to be alone right now. With the doll situation.

“Yeah...” Chase picked up a napkin and fidgeted with it awkwardly. “JJ I’m... I-I’m really sorry for all the commands I’ve been giving you accidentally. I didn’t... I-I never wanted to hurt you. You’re my friend. And I... I’m sorry that I didn’t... think about stuff that I should’ve.”

Jameson just stared at him.

“Y-you’re probably angry at me, a-and that’s—that’s okay,” Chase said. “You can be angry. It’s, uh... I-I would be angry too. But I-I want to make up for being... not thoughtful. So... I-I want to ask you what I can do to help. Wh-what do you want? What do you need? I’ll help you with it, whatever it is.” He almost said ‘tell me,’ but he was watching his words carefully. Don’t say anything that could be an order.

Silence. Jameson continued to stare. Then he sighed. Do you mean it? Do you really mean it?

Chase nodded. “Like I said, I wasn’t... I wasn’t doing a good job helping you with the doll thing, with all the... the accidental orders and stuff. So I-I want to make up for it. Cause I’m really sorry for all the... a-all the trouble I’ve been causing.”

More staring. Then, JJ’s brows lowered and he nodded decisively. Alright. I need you to help me get rid of the doll, then.

“Oh, uh, yeah, totally,” Chase said. “But... I’m confused. We don’t really have a way to get rid of it, do we?”

I’ve had an idea for a while, JJ said. I haven’t brought it up, though, because... I know that people will say it’s dangerous. He took a deep breath. When we tried to burn the doll a while ago, it fixed itself, right? But Marvin said that when it did that, the greenlight spiked. So I wonder... Maybe it will run OUT of greenlight. If we messed up the doll a lot, it would have to use a lot of greenlight to repair itself, until it uses all its greenlight up. And maybe after that, we can fully destroy it. Because there won’t be enough greenlight to protect it.

Chase blinked. “You want… to... JJ, that would hurt you! A lot!”

I know, JJ said. But I can’t live like this forever, Chase. Every time my parents tell me to do something, I HAVE to do it. I had to do it anyways, before, but... I could have said no. Now I can’t. And that... that really hurts. More than any of the pain the doll could inflict. Because at least once the doll is gone, it will be over. If I keep having it, I’ll keep hurting forever.

“I don’t...” Chase breathed. “I-I don’t want you to get hurt...”

“What are you two fucking talking about?!” Marvin was back at the table.

Chase blinked. “Uh—”

“JJ, what the fuck are you talking about that would get you hurt?!” Marvin asked, sitting back down next to him and leaning close.

JJ sighed and repeated what he’d told Chase.

“You want to fucking what?!” Marvin gasped. “Jameson! That—wh-what if that—what if you get really hurt? What if you—you h-have to—go to the h-hospital? Or... worse?”

I won’t, JJ said. I’ve been thinking about what it felt like. It was only pain, no actual damage. I checked.

“Pain is still bad! It means something’s going wrong! JJ, you can’t do this.”

I HAVE to do this, Marvin, Jameson insisted. I can’t keep living with this fucking doll.

“But—but—” Marvin was trembling, fists clenched together. “Chase, you agree with me, right?”

Chase was quiet.

“Chase?!” Marvin shouted.

“I-I don’t think it’s a good idea,” Chase said slowly. “But... we don’t have a good idea for getting rid of the doll. You can’t drain the greenlight from it, can you?”

“I-I mean... I can kinda get it to move around a little...”

“But you can’t pull it out of the doll, can you?” Chase prompted. Marvin opened his mouth but couldn’t say anything, and only shook his head. “Exactly. JJ’s idea might work. It’s just a tiny doll. It can’t have, like, an infinite amount of greenlight. Nothing does! Well, except maybe the Fissures. But that’s cause that’s where the greenlight comes from, creatures up here don’t have infinite greenlight. They only channel it or hold it until they run out.”

“Chase, I can’t just stand by while my brother hurts himself,” Marvin said quietly.

Then don’t, Marvin, JJ said. Help us with it. Make sure that it’s as safe as possible.

“Chase isn’t helping you with this crazy fucking idea!” Marvin insisted.

“I...” Chase’s voice cracked. He cleared his throat. “I promised I’d help JJ out with whatever he wanted. And he wants to try this to get rid of the doll.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Marvin shouted. 

“Marvin, maybe—maybe we could do this in a safe way,” Chase said. “Maybe we could do it in, like, spurts. With breaks. O-or we could do it while JJ is asleep so he might sleep through it. Though... I guess if it really hurts it’ll wake him up... But still! I-I haven’t really been listening to JJ lately... kind of the same way I wasn’t... really understanding you and your ‘weird’ thing. S-so... if JJ wants me to help him with this to make up for that, then I’ll do it.”

Marvin stared at Chase silently. Then he looked at Jameson. “You guys can’t just... talk this out? Like Chase and I did?”

Chase is the one who wanted to do a thing to make up for it, JJ said. But even if he wasn’t... I think actions will speak louder than words for me. Because Chase kept promising and saying stuff, but not doing stuff. 

Chase winced as Jameson said that, but it was true.

I don’t know why you were okay with a sorry and I’m not, Jameson said. But... I want this. I want to get away from this doll, and if Chase can help... then I want his help.

Marvin pursed his lips. “I don’t like it... but... if we try to make sure it’s safe... M-maybe I could... help.” He took a deep breath. “Maybe if there’s less greenlight in the doll, I’ll be able to pull out the last of it.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Chase tore the corner off the napkin he was playing with. 

“Oh my god... we can’t tell any of the others what we’re going to do,” Marvin said. “You know the other three will want to stop us.”

“Part of me says that they have a point,” Chase muttered.

Guys, please. Jameson looked back and forth between the two of them. I have to get rid of this. There’s not another way. If there was, we would’ve thought of it by now.

Marvin groaned, “Ohhh this is a baaaad idea. But I guess... I guess we can’t think of anything better.”

You two are in? Jameson asked seriously.

Chase and Marvin nodded silently.

Good. Alright, let’s come up with a plan...

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“So you two are going to spend time together, then? Like you did with Marvin?”

“Yeah, I told you this before, you don’t have to keep asking me.” Chase looked out the window. He could see the Jackson house coming up. 

“I just like to be sure,” Schneep said. “So why are you going over to his house instead of to that cinema you went to with Marvin?”

“Cause he didn’t want to go there, I dunno.” And because it would be really bad if they were caught taking a lighter and some knives into a movie theater. Even one that was usually empty.

“Hm.” Schneep pursed his lips. “I just... I would expect that he would want to get away from his parents...”

“They’re gonna go on a date tonight,” Chase said. “We’re gonna be home alone. Apparently their parents leave them home alone a lot.”

“Hrmm.” Mom hummed, listening in on the conversation as she drove. Even Chase could tell she disapproved of that practice. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you?”

“If things get bad, I’ll call you or Jackie,” Chase said. “I promise.”

“Alright...”

“Mom, you let me skateboard in the park by myself this summer! This isn’t much different!”

“You’re right, Chase, you’re right.” Mom nodded. “Anyway. Here we are.” She pulled to the side of the curb in front of the Jackson house. “Henrik and I will be back to pick you up in about an hour.”

“Good luck, Chase,” Schneep said.

“Thanks, guys.” Chase smiled. “Love you.” He got out of the car and headed up to the Jacksons’ front door.

Immediately, Marvin opened the doorway. He must have been watching from the kitchen window. “Hey, Chase. Come in.” He stepped to the side, and Chase walked into the front hallway. He hadn’t been here since the Halloween birthday party. His eyes were immediately drawn to the stairs, but he quickly looked away. Marvin closed the door behind Chase. “Mam and Dad are already gone,” he said.

“And your grandma left, too?” Chase asked.

“Yep. Granmam’s gone back home to Ireland. But it was nice to have her here. It’s always nice.” Marvin smiled slightly. “Uh... JJ’s in the living room. So...”

“Right, yeah, let’s go.”

The two of them walked down the hallway to the living room. JJ was sitting on the sofa, a textbook in his lap, scanning it intently. The twins’ cat, the small gray Sinney, sat curled up next to him on the cushions, leaning on his leg. Gathered on the coffee table were a couple different things. A lighter, a fireplace poker with two tongs on the end (who knows where they got those?), and a couple kitchen knives, one with a serrated edge. And, of course, the doll. “Before Mam and Dad left they told JJ to study,” Marvin said. “And they said he could stop at five, so... we need a few minutes.”

“O-oh.” Chase looked at JJ again, the way his gaze was completely fixed on the book. “Uh... JJ?”

JJ raised a single hand and waved, eyes still locked on the page.

“That’s... that’s a bit freaky,” Chase said quietly. “Jeez... I-I’m sorry again, JJ.”

JJ nodded.

Marvin sat down on the armchair and picked up the TV remote. “Okay... w-we want this to be kinda calming, so we put a movie on. And we also have this.” He reached back and pulled a fuzzy, cream-colored blanket from the back of the armchair. “And this.” He leaned forward, grabbing a throw pillow from behind him. “Just, you know... comfy stuff. To offset the... the...” Marvin trailed off, his face drawn in worry. “Are we... We’re really doing this, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess we are,” Chase sighed. “It feels weird to be doing this without the others. Kinda like... we’re sneaking around.”

“Yeah. But you know that Jackie wouldn’t let us do this.”

Chase nodded. Jackie was probably right... after all, they’d already established this was a bad idea. But...

The next couple minutes pass in awkward silence, until JJ finally slams the book shut, letting out a sigh of relief. Sinney jumps in surprise, falling onto her other side. Sorry, he signed to her.

“You, uh... were really stuck, huh?” Chase said.

Jameson nodded slowly. I hate it. I can’t wait until this is done with.

“Come on, Sinney.” Marvin hurried over and scooped her up. “You’re staying in our room, out of the way.”

“She’s bigger than she was at Halloween,” Chase commented. “Cats really grow up fast, huh?”

“Yep.” Marvin nodded. “I’ll be right back.” And he hurried out of the room.

JJ grabbed the blanket, pillow, and TV remote Marvin pointed out earlier. He curled up in the corner of the L-shaped sofa, pulling the blanket over his legs and leaning back against the pillow. He turned on the TV with the remote, and a DVD menu appeared. Chase looked at the screen. “The Nightmare Before Christmas? Uh... not what I expected, honestly.”

All our normal movies are still put away for the holiday season, with the Christmas movies still out, JJ explained. Nightmare is our favorite out of all those.

“It’s... comforting?”

Yeah. I know it’s weird but... yeah. JJ started the movie. 

“It’s not weird,” Chase assured him. “It’s not what I’d choose, but I can get it. It’s like... it’s fun.”

JJ brightened slightly and nodded.

Marvin soon returned. “Aw, I missed ‘This is Halloween’?”

“Do you want us to rewind?” Chase asked.

“N-no, let’s...” Marvin took a deep breath. “Let’s just get started. Before I fucking... chicken out.” He picked up the fireplace poker and the doll, hesitating. Then he scrunched his eyes shut and stabbed the tongs into the doll’s chest.

Chase winced. JJ jerked in place slightly, but soon relaxed again.

“Chase?” Marvin held onto the handle of the poker. The doll is solidly stabbed on the end, and he used the poker to hold it at arm’s length. “Uh... start doing shit?”

“Right.” Chase picked up the lighter. This would only be his... second time using one? The last time he used one was to light the candle on Mom’s birthday cake, because he felt like she shouldn’t have to do that for herself. That was months ago. He clicked it on and carefully aimed the flame at the doll’s foot... keeping it there until the flames started to spread.

JJ’s foot jerked in turn. He frowned, folding it under his other leg. As the fire spread across the doll, Jameson shifted uncomfortably, and pushed the blanket off. His face was slowly turning red from the heat.

“Okay okay that’s enough!” Marvin quickly said.

Jameson shook his head, protesting. Not yet!

“JJ you look like you’re burning up!”

I’m fine!

“You’re not!” Marvin looked back at the doll, engulfed in flames. “Chase, go get some water from the kitchen!”

“Uh—sure!” Chase ran out of the room and towards the kitchen. He grabbed an empty plastic pitcher off the counter and filled it up with water from the sink. Then he dashed back down the hall, water splashing around, and threw the water at the burning doll.

Immediately, the flames went out. JJ slumped, gasping and sweating. He raised shaky hands and asked, Did it work?

“If you mean ‘is the greenlight spiking like before,’ then yeah.” Marvin put the doll and poker down. The three guys all stared as the burned fabric as it slowly unburned.

Is there less greenlight? JJ asked.

“Uh... yeah, I guess.” 

Then do it again!

“JJ, I don’t...” Marvin trailed off.

Please. Jameson looked back and forth between Marvin and Chase. I know this will work. Just keep going.

“...I guess we could try again,” Chase muttered. He bent down and poked the doll. “Oh my god, it’s dry now.”

“I guess we can burn it again, then...” Marvin said slowly. He picked up the poker, holding the doll out in the same manner. “Uh... Chase?”

Chase reluctantly picked up the lighter again. He clicked it on and slowly put it up to the doll’s arm, watching as it lit up. Jameson winced, shaking out his hand. He curled up as the fire engulfed the doll, a small whimper coming from his throat—

“Okay do it again water again!” Marvin shouted.

Chase ran out of the room with the pitcher, filled it up again, and returned, splashing the doll once more. And again, Jameson relaxed, gasping.

Marvin dropped the doll. “We can’t keep doing this,” he said.

But it’s working! JJ said desperately. You know it is!

“You got more hurt faster, JJ! I don’t want to fucking hurt you!” Marvin’s voice cracked.

We just need to wait a bit more between doing it. You know Mam and Dad will be out all evening and Chase doesn’t have to leave until eight. We just give it a bigger gap so I can recover more!

“Are you fucking serious?! JJ, I don’t want to hurt you at all!”

Chase winced. “JJ, I... I really want to help you, but... it feels bad. To be doing this. Th-there has to be another way.”

I haven’t thought of one, Jameson said. But I’m open to suggestions.

“...Uhhh...” Chase’s thoughts whirled as he scrambled for a solution. “Have you... have you thought about opening up the doll? Seeing if there’s something inside?”

The Jackson twins both stared at him. Completely silent, and obviously stunned.

“You haven’t?” Chase had expected JJ to say something like ‘yes I tried that and it didn’t work.’ After all, JJ was smarter than him.

“Well it seems obvious when you say it like that,” Marvin muttered.

People put stuff inside plushies? JJ asked.

“Yeah. Like at Build-A-Bear. Or, uh, I-I haven’t seen any of those in town, so maybe you don’t know. But at Build-A-Bear, they put little hearts and voice boxes inside the bears when they stuff them. Maybe whoever made this doll did that, too.”

“...huh.” Marvin blinked. “I guess it’s worth a shot. Right, JJ?”

JJ nodded. He picked up the remote and paused the movie, sensing that this needed serious silence. How do we do that?

“I mean... I guess we have to cut it open...” Chase muttered. “It’ll try to fix itself, but if one of us holds it open while the other reaches inside, I think that’ll work.”

Marvin immediately picked up the doll. “Alright, Chase. I can hold it.” He glanced at JJ. “This... this will hurt you, too, you know... b-but hopefully less... and hopefully it’ll be over after this...”

Jameson nodded. I can handle it for a little bit.

“Okay...” Marvin whispered. “Ready, Chase?”

“Uh... yeah, I guess.” He picked up one of the kitchen knives the two had brought out and left on the coffee table. “Lay it on the table face-down. Oh, a-and take off the shirt.”

Marvin knelt next to the coffee table. “The clothes are sewn on, we tested that, but I’ll pull it up.” He did so, leaving the back of the doll exposed.

Chase knelt down across from him. He gripped the knife tightly and took a deep breath. “Alright.” This felt... bad, but not as bad as what they were doing before. He’d never stabbed anything before. Does he just... push the tip of the knife into the fabric? He carefully tried that.

The fabric gave some resistance, but he was able to cut into it. Chase gritted his teeth and pulled the knife downward. Both he and Marvin glanced over at JJ as they did that. Jameson was stiff, pressing his back against the pillow and sofa, but gave them an encouraging thumbs up as they looked at him. 

Once there was a long cut through the fabric, Marvin reached forward and pulled it so the cut was wider—keeping it from closing up as well. Chase could see a bunch of stuffing inside it. No time to wait! He plunged his hand inside, feeling around—and immediately found something, cringing at the strange texture. He pulled it out, going in two other times to make sure he got it all. On the third time, he couldn’t find anything more... and the cut in the fabric had stopped trying to seal itself.

JJ sat up, his eyes wide. It doesn’t hurt anymore!

“That must’ve been it!” Marvin gasped. He looked at the pile of stuff Chase had pulled out, and his nose wrinkled. “Oh, what the fuck is that?”

Inside the doll was a pile of red-brown crusty... stuff. And a handful of broken crystal shards. “I have no idea,” Chase said, staring at it on the coffee table.

JJ leaned forward. I think that’s dried blood. It caused some of the stuffing to clump together.

“Ohhhh.” Marvin nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense, I guess. We know blood makes greenlight stron—”

“You ruined it!”

Chase’s face suddenly slammed against the coffee table as someone tackled him from behind. He yelled in pain, Marvin cried out in alarm, and shot a beam of greenlight at the thing that had pinned Chase, knocking away a sudden shadow. The shadow skidded across the ground until it hit the armchair, where it solidified: Anti.

“Ruined what, asshole?!” Marvin shouted, standing up.

“Everything!” Anti shouted back. “You haven’t actually gone to fight the Circle, you ruined the present, you ruined everything! Can’t you just play the game right?!”

“Maybe we could if you explained whatever bullshit rules you’re playing at!” Green spheres of light appeared around Marvin’s hands. “Get out of here!”

Chase scrambled to his feet. “You—We know about you!” He pointed at Anti.

“Huh?” Anti tilted his head to the side. “What do you mean? Of course you know about me.”

“No, no we know about Jack!” Chase said. “You—you were his friend or something, weren’t you?”

Anti stiffened. In that moment, he looked more solid than he ever had before, the blood from the wound on his neck flowing down his throat. “You... found Jack?” he whispered. “You talked to him?”

“Yeah.” Chase nodded. “And he remembers you. You’re his imaginary friend. Did you like, become real through the greenlight or something?”

Anti’s eyes darkened. “You don’t know anything,” he said bitterly. “Jack doesn’t remember me. He forgot about me.” He unfurled to his full height, taller than the kids, feet solidly on the ground for once. “Just like JJ will forget about you.” He pointed at Marvin. “When you’re allll grown up, he’s going to forget about you and leave you behind.”

Marvin blinked, then narrowed his eyes. “You said that we don’t know anything? Clearly, you don’t fucking know anything, either! JJ would never leave me! We’ve been together through everything!”

“You don’t know that!” Anti screamed. “He’s going to leave you! Cause everyone loves him! He’s gonna choose that instead of you! Didn’t you see?! Hasn’t he been doing that these past couple months?!”

“Only because of that fucking doll!”

“Wait!” Chase held up his hands. “How do you know about the doll?”

“Cause I gave it to him, you—you dummy!” Anti snapped. “It took me so long to make it and figure out how to—I put my blood in that doll! Literally!”

Marvin gaped. “But—but he got that from the Circle, didn’t he? The school staff gave it to him.”

“Because I gave it to them first. I had to figure out how to make it so you wouldn’t throw it away right away—it probably wouldn’t have worked if you did that. So it had to be important, so it had to be like a prize or something, and he won so many school prizes, anyway.”

Chase’s knees felt weak. It felt like he was about to fall over. “But—but why? Wh-why would you do that?”

“To show you that he’s like that, anyway,” Anti said. “If the doll is real or not, it doesn’t matter, there’s always a doll there, because JJ is like Jack, he is a doll who listens to people, and cause of that, he’s going to leave you behi—!”

A flash of movement. Jameson rushed the coffee table, scooped up a knife, and launched himself at Anti. The blade sank into Anti’s stomach as the two of them toppled back, smacking against the armchair and falling to the floor. Jameson tried to stab Anti two more times, but to no effect, his hand just passing through his body this time. Anti looked at him in shock—and then disappeared. Jameson stared at the place he’d been, and then growled and punched the floor right where Anti’s face was.

“Holy shit, JJ!” Marvin gaped. “I know he sucks but—but that was so sudden! Did you really have to—”

“I-I...”

Chase inhaled sharply. That voice... JJ was...

“I…” Jameson leaned back, kneeling and clutching his head. “I-I ammm... I-I am nnh...”

Marvin went pale. He hurried over to Jameson’s side, kneeling next to him. “JJ, don’t—you know that it’s hard for you to—y-you don’t have to—”

“I am nn—!” Jameson continued. “I-I am n-nah—n-naht... I a-am nnot a d-dahl. I-I am—not! A d-d-doll!” His breath hitched as tears filled his eyes. “I-I am n-not a doll! I am not a d-doll! I am not a doll!” The tears overflowed, streaming down his face as he screamed the words over and over. Marvin, shocked, silently put a hand on his back, and when Jameson didn’t pull away, he wrapped his arm around his shoulders. “I a-am not a doll! I am not a doll!”

Chase stood nearby, shocked at what he was seeing. Part of him felt like he should leave. But... another part of him knew he shouldn’t. He slowly walked forward, kneeling on the ground in front of Jameson but staying out of arm’s reach, just in case. “You’re not a doll,” he said quietly. “You’re... y-you’re a person. With your own thoughts and stuff. Your own things that you like and want. I-it’s not fair that people just... want you to do what they want. Or that they... just kinda assume you’re not bothered by stuff that would clearly bother you.” He cleared his throat, embarrassed. “I’m... I’m sorry.”

Jameson looked up at him through watery eyes, breathing heavily.

“I... I-I think I was maybe... not all that good at seeing how scared you were,” he continued. “I think... I just thought that since you didn’t say anything, you weren’t bothered. But... clearly, something really bad was happening. If you were okay with being hurt to get rid of it.” He took a deep breath. “But you’re my friend, JJ. I don’t want you to be hurt, by yourself, or by other people, or... by me. You’re not a doll. You’re fun, and brave, and weird in a good way, and I-I like how you can be funny in a quiet way, and I like how much you like your film and theatre stuff, and... and I like you, JJ. The real you, not whatever your parents or the teachers or the Circle people see about you. All the books and smarts and stuff. I mean, you are smart, but you’re so many other things. And I’m sorry I didn’t... I didn’t get you.”

Jameson’s breathing had calmed down, but he was still crying slightly. It was a different kind of crying, though. Thank you, Chase, he said, hands trembling slightly. I’m glad we’re friends. You messed up a bit, but I know you care. I’m glad we’re friends. I’m glad we’re friends.

Chase smiled slightly. “Yeah. Me too.” He took a deep breath. “Um... so. The ‘let’s destroy the doll’ thing was a really bad idea. We can all agree on that, right?”

JJ laughed. Yeah, that sucked. Not very smart of me. I guess I just... really, REALLY wanted it gone. Thanks for suggesting the... doll surgery instead.

“Ha. It was kinda doll surgery, wasn’t it?”

“I can’t fucking believe neither of us thought about that,” Marvin muttered. “Maybe we were just too scared to try. But like—messing the doll up over and over was even scarier, and your idea made more sense. I can’t believe after all that time, it was that easy to get rid of that fucking thing. Ugh.” He looked at the remains of the doll on the coffee table. The blood-crusted stuffing and crystal fragments. “What do we do with that?”

“I say we light the bloody stuff on fire,” Chase said. “And then like... bury the crystals. And the doll. In two different spots.”

JJ shook his head slightly. I don’t think we bury the doll. We should keep it somewhere we can keep an eye on it. The crystals, though, that’s a good idea. I don’t want to touch them, though.

“I’ll take care of it.” Marvin let go of JJ and crawled over to the coffee table, putting the crystals in his pocket. “And let’s also burn this shit.” He put the bloody stuffing into the pitcher, then grabbed the lighter. Greenlight surrounded his hand, and he levitated the lighter down into the pitcher as well, using the greenlight to turn it on and light the stuffing on fire. Then he quickly pulled the lighter back out.

They all watched as the fire burned. 

And once it started to die down, Chase hurried over to grab the pitcher. “I’m gonna put this out with water,” he said. “We don’t wanna mess up the bottom of the jug.” He hurried into the kitchen and filled up the pitcher. All that was left inside was ash, which he dumped out into the sink with the water. Then he put the pitcher back where it was on the counter and returned to the living room. “Well. What d’you guys want to do now?”

JJ looked at the TV. Can we start the movie over? Actually watch it? And can we get Sinney, too?

“Yeah, of course, JJ,” Marvin said.

Chase sat down on the sofa. “We’ll have a nice night with a movie and a cat.”

JJ smiled. He climbed onto the sofa, too, sitting next to Chase. Marvin got Sinney from their room, and they started the movie over, silent the whole time as they watched it to the end.

[malicious-spectrum]

Action Figures — A Meta Fluff fic

(Aka: Oh my god they’re ACTUALLY HAVING A NORMAL CHILDHOOD MOMENT)

(Characters: Mint, Ditt, & Psyche)

Mint, with an action figure: NYEH-HEH-HEH!!! YOU PUUUNY HEROES WONT BE ABLE TO STOP THE TIME BOMB THAT’LL-

Mint, normally: what did we decide the time Bomb would do?

Ditt: Kill time, so Lord Timekiller can kill time.

Mint, as Lord Timekiller: WONT BE ABLE TO STOP THE TIME BOMB THAT’LL KILL ALL OF TIME!!!

Ditt, with a half-melted barbie doll: YOU WONT GET AWAY WITH THIS,, LORD TIMEKILLER!!! NOT AS LONG AS ME, TIANA TIMESAVER & THE SAVERS OF TIME CAN KEEP TIME ALIVE!!!

Mint, as Lord Timekiller: Well you forgot to factor in one thing, Timesaver…

[Mint takes off the head of Lord Timekiller & replaces it with a different head the figure came with]

Mint, as Lord Timekiller: I am your FATHER!!!

Ditt, as Tiana Timesaver: WHAT?? IT CANT BE!!!

Psyche, opening the door: Hey, I’m—

[Psyche stops, seeing the twins with an unholy amount of fucked up dolls with cut up hair, marker scars, & ect.]

Psyche: I hate that I’m not surprised.

Ditt: Waaaaaannna join the fight against Lord Timekiller?

[Ditt held up a dolphin plush, with angry drawn on eyebrows & googly eyes, to Psyche. Mint butts in & holds up an anime figure]

Mint: Or!!! Join him, & help him kill time!! & who knows, watch him fall in love with Queen Spacemurderer, & be his wingman!!!

Ditt: noooo, what about Tiana Timesaver’s mental health after she finds out that Lord Timekiller’s her father? She needs someone to support her!

Mint: Well I say DEATH TO MENTAL HEALTH!!!!

Ditt: Stoooop :(((

[As the twins start to argue, Psyche looks around the room, eventually picking up a Bratz doll]

Psyche, as the Bratz doll: TIANA TIMESAVER, LORD TIMEKILLER… WHILE YOU BOTH WERE BICKERING,, I MANAGED TO BUILD THE SPIRE OF SPACE MURDERING!!! TO STOP IT, YOU MUST MAKE IT TO THE STOP BEFORE I MURDER SPACE!!

The Twins, as their figures: GASP!! QUEEN SPACEMURDERER!

Psyche, as Queen Spacemurderer: MUAHAHA, YES, TIS I! And also my son, Prince PrettyneutraltowardsSpace!

[Psyche grabs a crappy bootleg doll]

Psyche, as Prince PrettyneutraltowardsSpace: ‘Sup.

Psyche, as Queen Spacemurderer: My son, uh… fight them I guess.

Psyche, as Prince PrettyneutraltowardsSpace: Nah, don’t feel like it.

Psyche, as Queen Spacemurderer: What??

The twins as their figures: JOIN US, JOIN US, JOIN US!!!

Psyche, as Prince PrettyneutraltowardsSpace: Yeah ok. Also my name is Prince Spacelover now.

Psyche, as Queen Spacemurderer: WHAT?? TRAITOR!!!

[The twins, out of character, were cheering for Prince Spacelover, before all three broke out into laughter.]

Psyche: Didn’t know you two liked making stuff up like this.

Ditt: Y-Yeah, sorry for bringing you into this, heheh.

Mint: This story’s been going on forEEEVVER. I wanna say it’s existed for uh… uh…

Ditt: Since we were 8.

Mint: Yep. Made lil mechanical dolls out of spare parts & made them FIGHT!!

Ditt: I think we still have one, actually.

[Ditt dug through a small pile of toys, grabbing what looked like a robotic marionette.]

Ditt: Here it is! ^^

Psyche: how did you do the triangle thing with your mouth— I mean uh. Wow, that’s really… Cool. It looks pretty intricate for something a kid made.

Mint: We literally has nothing else to do than tinker with broken metal we stole from around the facility.

Psyche: Well… I think it’s pretty cool. I’d be down to help you two continue this sometime soon.

The twins: Really?

Psyche: Yeah. But, uh…

[Psyche backed away, now leaning on the doorframe.]

Psyche: I gotta go help dad research those ruins he’s been uh. Researching. I was wondering if you two wanted to come with?

[The twins looked at each other, Mint barely looking her brother in the eye as he smiled unknowingly.]

Mint: Yeah.. Sounds fun. :(

Ditt: Mhm! Maybe we’ll find some treasure!! …Uh.

[Ditt picked up a few of the toys, seeing the mess they made.]

Ditt: Once we clean up this mess. -v-”

Psyche: …HOW DO YOU KEEP MAKING EXPRESSIONS WITH YOUR MOUTH—

[jellofangy]

It’s Halloween season, the best season to watch BBC’s Ghosts. Oh and uh I made an OC for the occasion. Her name is Elliza Ridley (Yes with two l’s lol). She is very optimistic, bubbly and quirky who lived in the Y2K era. Not only was she a huge toy lover with a huge hobby for fashion dolls and girls toys (She would begin to collect Barbie, Bratz, My Scene and even some MLP G3 toys, dolls and playsets before her fate) but was also was really talented with computer science including archiving websites and emulating softwares (She was even working on her own website).

Unfortunately in 2003 when travelling home after a city visit for university studies, she got lost near Button House. She was very curious about the place so she went to visit it. But just before she was ready to leave, she was accidentally run over by an oncoming vehicle and died on impact. She doesn’t exactly remember how it happened. She doesn’t even know if it was a car. As a result of this death she would become acquainted with Button House. She also seemed to have gained the ability of enhanced vision (Still working on how tho-). However due to the fact the house was full of Ghosts she just decided to live in a hole near it. She still had her belongings on her (Which included her carry case, toy collections and computer she used for programming) when she died so she was lucky to have something to try and continue going about her daily life while literally no longer having one.

(Might post the full drawing in the future)

[artificialqueens]

Sober (Symnali) - Pazinae

Summary: College girl Symone and her house love throwing parties. Denali loves a fun time, and finds herself there every weekend. Just to get drunk and party of course. No other reason. (AKA pretty lesbians in denial)

AN: a drabble inspired by denali coming over to the house of avalon a while ago, getting v drunk and dancing w symone (the outfit symone wears in the fic is from that day www.instagram.com/p/CODlQtnp-KM/ denali is wearing the pink dress from one of her older posts). also the time they streamed and were just drunkenly complimenting each other is the absolute Cutest and symnali is underrated. i have a lot of ideas for this so if yall are interested ill write a whole thing of what happened that night <3. my first fic and concrit is very much welcome!! song is sober by lorde :>

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//Night, midnight, lose my mind

Night, midnight, lose my mind

Night, midnight, lose my mind

Night, midnight−//

They called themselves House Of Avalon. They had all pitched in to rent a house near campus over the summer, and a place leased for a year consisting of young 20 year olds can only go as well as you can imagine. Yet getting ready for their parties surrounded by constant noise and the dozens of paintings, framed photos, and tchotchkes lining the wall, was a comfortable kind of chaos. As chaotic as they may be, they undeniably threw the best parties. Not to mention their outfits never missed, especially not Symone.

The madness of creative, raging queers all shoehorned together to form the most disorderly harmony was a type of home Symone wanted to bask in forever, and, quite honestly, the driving reason to stay in the boring hell hole that is college. The obligation of finishing this shit for a flimsy paper and bragging rights was a little more grounded when it’s the only reason her friends are currently living with her. One day this will all be done, and they can find a job with their degrees. Finish college like everyone wants her too, make everyone proud that yes, she did it, and together the House Of Avalon can buy a huge house with 5 guest bedrooms so everyone and their mama can visit. Throw the biggest parties, a pool in their backyard with an outdoor kitchen, a huge patio out front by the house gates, and they could even install a stripper pole in the living room. Until then she’ll be up at 7:30am to ride the train for her morning class. 

The thought of the a certain dimpled blonde helped make the week bearable because at least on the weekends she can fly to somewhere else. With someone else. 

Symone, Gigi and Rosy hung around the sofa together, getting tipsy as they waited for more people to pour in. They chattered mindlessly, the comfort between the three was an indescribable kind, so effortless and familiar. But in between each pause in conversation, when the laughs and talk of annoying professors and ugly hair trends came to a brief end, Symone couldn’t help but scan the room. Peeking out the corner of her eye for a certain pair of hooded eyes hopefully lingering around. A girl with the most distinct, beautifully symmetric face that can charm a room, and a sugary voice so addictive to listen to even without a sweet tooth. She could listen to Denali talk and ramble as much as she wanted about anything in the world, and she’d eagerly nod along. Her hazy tone when she’s slurring and half awake, to the chirps and goofy grins at the height of the night. The adorable glint in her eyes of passion and excitement when she drunkenly goes off about some kpop group Symones never heard of before, but might just happen to start coming across more. Her dancing like a duck that makes Symone squeal, and cheer, and hide her face in her shoulder so no one can see the smile she’s unable to bite back. She dawdles around with her infectious giddiness and smile so comforting it eases the absurdity and rushing high Symone constantly lives with. And it helps that she’s built like some athlete godsend with the prettiest arms and perfect curves and the most stunning thighs and calves and soft warm blonde hair with icy blue tips to frame her angelic face. She’s been drinking and it’s definitely just the alcohol that makes her head waiver and ramble. 

Time rushes by wedged between her sisters, and soon Symone holds an empty cup for the second already. The house has certainly been getting fuller and fuller. Glancing around, she finds the only person she could (and frankly would) look at for all of eternity, staring at her. Denali’s hair is scooped into two high ponytails at either side, and her body’s fit into a little off the shoulder pink mini dress that hugged her body all too well. Symone wanted nothing more than to just hold her, dance the night away until the jumble of noises and bodies fade out. Seeing her just standing there, perfect and still, a toothy grin is plastered on Symone’s face without her consent. She barely even knows Denali but her sheer presence brightens the room, sends butterflies to flutter around like she’s having some cheesy school girl crush. She can’t tell you what Denali’s favorite TV show, movie or season is, or how she likes her coffee. But if the world were to close in on them right now, have the walls disintegrate, ceilings crumble and the heaps of flesh around them melt into the floorboards under them- they’d still be yelling out the wrong lyrics while they twirl against the counter tops. Rush outside and run in the pitch black where nothing exists but each other in their hands- and that’s good enough for her. 

Denali just likes Symone because she wants to have fun, and Symone’s good at that. It’s okay that she won’t ever like Symone when she’s sober; When she’s quiet, and wrapped in a blanket over her hoodie starring at the ceiling. When she’s fidgeting with her nails and playing with her the tips of her hair instead of talking. When she burns mac and cheese and decides to have a bag of ketchup chips for lunch. Whatever it is they have; it’s still good enough for her. 

Damn maybe Symone does think a little too much. She winks at the dumbstruck skater. The night’s just begun, and the only exit signs in the labyrinth in her sinkhole of a mind is alcohol and/or Denali. Symone wants the and version. 

//Oh, God, I’m clean out of air in my lungs

It’s all gone, played it so nonchalant//

When Denali came through the door she not-so-subtly headed straight to the living room. She had barely glanced in their direction- but she saw her. She was laughing, in her little squad of pretty girls. The clique of long legged doe-eyed queens stand in the center of the living room in their mini skirts and low waisted pants- lifelike statues seemingly taking up all the air in the crowded room. She can’t help it if she stares a bit! They have cute outfits and Denali just wants some inspiration. Everyone’s gawked at the trio anyways. She looks at Symone, because of the cute fuzzy blue bucket hat adorned on her head. No other reason.

 But it’s hard to look away when her face- her makeup is so stunning. With a shimmery pink cut crease, and glossy lips, and dabbles of pink brightening her cheeks. Lashes that make her eyes pop, and the highlight on her glistening skin matched with her flimsy silver spaghetti strap crop top that made her shine even more like a radiant disco ball. The backless top is tied together behind, with a thin string leaving the space between her neck to ass as exposed skin. How could a person be so perfect? And addicting to look at? Unzipped jeans hung at the curve of her hip to show her pink thong, which rose to hug her waist. Pink wedge heels lie under her painted toe nails, and fuck was she a living bratz doll. It wasn’t Denali’s fault that she was objectively so head to toe stunning. It wasn’t her fault that she bit the inside of her lip a litte. It wasn’t her fault that her heart skipped when she was bent over in laughter and cupping her manicured hands over her mouth. It wasn’t her fault that she forgot to look away. It wasn’t her fault that when Symone caught her gaze she stood there frozen  (if the options are fight, flight or freeze, which do you think the ice girl is gonna do?). It wasn’t her fault that she forgot how to breathe when the enchantress gave her a wink. She smiles and waves in return. Someone taps Symone’s shoulder for her attention, and she looks busy. 

Denali pushes away, swimming through the sea of humans swarming the halls until she can identify the way to the kitchen. She needs a drink. It’s early and she’s far too sober for this.

//It’s time we danced with the truth

Move along with the truth//

There’s no reason why she’d be into Denali. She could literally get anyone she wanted, with her gleaming smile and cute laugh, and the way she can make you smile and feel important and wanted. The way she stops sipping in her red solo cup to look at you, to nod at every word and stare like you’re beautiful and matter. The way it’s impossible for her to not be the prettiest in the room. Denali takes a shot, the burning taste a welcome pain at the back of her tongue.

Five months ago when Denali took a sharp breath outside the main door, she made Rose come with her because, fuck, she wasn’t going to a party by herself. Not back then, at least. When she was a flustered freshman in October who didn’t know how to have a good time. Back when she first met the party throwers, and a certain captivating spirit with braided honey gold hair in a skimpy black dress took shots with her. Complimented her wispy hair dyed blue at the ends. Told her she looked amazing in slurred giggles. Because she was tipsy. The truth is the only time this will mean anything is when the world starts spinning, the room gets hot, and their minds start to blur. 

//Ooh (Hey)

We’re sleepin’ through all the days

I’m actin’ like I don’t see

Every ribbon you used to tie yourself to me// 

“You good diva?“ 

"Nnnm, gimme uh ‘nother few minutes"  Symone’s head is pounding, and the only thing on her mind is the dazy blanketing warmth of sleep. Her mind is a knotted, jumbled up mess and trying to think about anything other than passing out makes her head throb. Natural light from the outside pours through the windows, and through her squinted eyes, the wooden table across the room is glowing from the suns heat. A vague need to eat, drink water, and vomit creep up on her. She turns to lay on her side, wedges the blanket between her arms, pulls it higher up and tucks her hands under her head.

"You sure?”

“You still have your makeup you want to wash it off?”

“We can take it off”

“Girl its 2pm" 

"Let her sleep!" 

Half asleep, all the different voices mesh as one blob of noise. Indistinct chatter fades as Symone slowly luls back to sleep. Until-

"Where should I put the polaroids of Symone and Denali making out?” Peaceful slumber is very quickly forgotten when realization is drawn. 

“What the fuck happened last night?” Is the only thing Symone can muster out before throwing her head deeper into the pillow, all of a sudden quite awake. Focusing on the vague mist of memories from the night before, she replays it through her head starting from when she went up to Denali, taking shots in the kitchen.

[firespirited]

Wonder Woman 18inch arrived! and as I unwrapped her I look at my finger tips and they’re blue. Uh oh. Then I glance at her stock - hands - ankles. Uh oh. I decide to cut open her pleather jumpsuit ER style and wash my hands so avoid any blue spread. I pop off the head which is nicely aligned paint, rooted with cobalt blue and midnight black saran but lots of product in the curls and shampoo it and scrub the face. To avoid contamination, seperately scrub the body with old school soap and water and a nail brush (it’s a pink hippo from the body shop): no alcohol no oils, we don’t want any smearing. It’s surprisingly effective on the hard plastic, leaving fainter marks to buff out with magic eraser or acetone then high grit sandpaper to cover the mess. The shoulder joints are deep stained red, one hand and one forearm are deep stained blue and Diana’s nose is deep stained red. I’m going to try and save the boots, maybe cut down to shoe form. The blue stains will get acne cream-peroxide treatment. Only two pieces of her stock are undamaged. Zero foresight from Jakks Pacific here. I suspect all 5 of these 18″ dolls' suits are crumbling and staining after two years on people’s shelves. Pleather is not doll friendly, we’ve all seen the melty stained Begoths and some of the Bratz clothes turn to nasty dust.

While Endless Kindom Barbie has the closest skintone, Super Hero girls fits perfectly in shape and proportions. I just plopped Azul’s head on and that was that. Conclusion: For $23 an excellent 1/4th body (they’ve since upped the price to $31 at aliexpress.com/item/4001310825550.html) the hip joint isn’t quite a ball joint so she can do splits either way but no sitting cross legged. Knees and arms are 90° unless you mod them. Seams are discreet, ball neck allows for lots of head motion, hollow but sturdy. The vinyl on the forearms and hands is faintly marbled and jagged at the edges. Hands are removable.

I would recommend looking for secondhand rather than new as the doll’s stock is likely unusable and the doll will require work to destain. $40+ for a body that’s going to require a lot of work is only really worth it for the darker skintones so if you’re looking to rebody a Disney or MGA doll with a pale skintone I’d avoid Katana or Harley who both have dark stocks and are most probably badly stained and go with a brand new Xinyi at $30.

[missmitchieg]

Triple Threat And The Fantabulous Redemption of One Carrie Wilson - Ch 3

Carrie went through the rest of her day with a smile on her face and a sparkle in her eyes, excitedly texting her dad that she was going to Julie’s after school and would be home by dinner. “Remember, Kayla! Dirty Candy’s got a rehearsal tomorrow! Don’t be late!” She called to her friend across the hall before quickly catching up with Flynn and Julie, wrapping her arms around their shoulders with a grin. “Are we ready, ladies?“

“Oh! Hey, girl. Yeah, we’re ready.“ Flynn smiled and wrapped her arm around Carrie’s waist.

“Sweet. We have so much to talk about and catch up on!“ She said as she started the walk to Julie’s with them. “Like how you came across the cool hologram boy band.“ She said and gave Julie a small smile, curious to hear how on Earth that happened.

“What? Nah, you don’t want the boring details of that.“ Julie deflected quickly. “And they’re not a boy band. They’re rock stars and they all get very offended if you call them a boy band.“

“Ooh, so-rry.“ Carrie laughed as she stepped in time with Julie and Flynn, turning her head toward her. “What about you, Flynn? Hey, you still a little Brat or have you seen the hot pink light?“ She asked, remembering one of the big arguments they used to have when they were younger.

“Once a Brat, always a Brat, Barbie Girl.“ Flynn grinned and flipped her hair. “Clearly you’re still the same pink princess you always were.“

“Always.“ Carrie confirmed with a nod. “Latest movies have been so bizarre, though. You know they used the plot of Princess And The Pauper and made the pauper a pop star for one? They remixed To Be a Princess.“ She huffed and gave an irritated eye roll.

“Wait, what?“ Julie almost shrieked and gave Carrie a shocked look, remembering that Princess  Anneliese   was her favorite Barbie character and doll and Princess And The Pauper was her favorite movie when they were little.

“Yeah, and not even well! It was so bad! And the next day, I really thought it was some crazy messed up fever dream, but no! Dad was there when I watched it and he was confused, too! They really have gotten so lazy, they’re just re-using old plots that were perfect and ruining them with weird, random changes! Like, if you’re going to remake a Barbie movie and remix and rewrite one of the best songs from it, you could at least do it correctly!“ Carrie ranted and sighed dramatically, making both girls laugh a little at her antics.

“Yikes. Barbie Girl betrayed by her childhood idol. Hurts, doesn’t it?” Flynn asked and gave her a look, referring to the time when Flynn’s favorite dolls were no longer on shelves and making Carrie wince slightly.

“But I heard Bratz came back, didn’t it?” Carrie asked her, getting a nod. “Any news about your favorite doll, Chic?“ She asked Julie, easily falling back into the habit of calling the girls by their nicknames.

Julie pouted and shook her head, slumping her shoulders. “Absolutely nothing. It’s like they just want everyone to forget they ever made them.“

“That’s evil.” Carrie rolled her eyes again, shaking her head in dismay.

“It’s awful, Carrie!” Julie huffed.

“And it’s not like I can do anything about it, either! I’m just me!” Carrie pouted sympathetically and gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“Maybe my dad can. I can ask him to make some calls. Yell at some idiots who clearly don’t understand the mistake they’re making here.“ She offered. “I mean, you don’t just upset Carrie Wilson’s friend and get away unscathed. You get away with a hole in your wallet.“ She smirked.

Julie grinned at Carrie, squeezing her back tightly. “You’re the best, Barbie girl!“ She said happily, making Flynn smile at them. “I missed having a friend as powerful as you.“ She said and Carrie shrugged, strutting in front of them.

“Well, you know. With great power comes great responsibility and all that. I’m just using my power to make my friends happy, because that’s one of my many responsibilities.“ She said simply and the girls just laughed and let Carrie lead.

Carrie smiled and kept walking in a comfortable silence with them, making a mental list of every question she had and everything she wanted to tell them. She really did have so many questions and so many exciting things to tell them about. She perked up as they arrived at Julie’s and walked inside, greeting her dad with a grin.

“Hey, dad. We’re home.” Julie said, waving at her dad looking at pictures on his laptop.

“Hey, Mr. Molina! Long time, no see!“ She said as Julie went to raid the fridge and cabinets to get some snacks and drinks.

“Carrie! Haven’t seen your face around in a while!“ Ray grinned giving Flynn a side hug. “Hi, Flynn. You girls have a good day at school?” He asked and they all nodded, Julie glancing with a smile at seemingly nothing for a second before handing Flynn a bag of cool ranch doritos and a can of 7-Up.

“Oh, you know. School was school. The usual. Hey, Barbie Girl. Cherry cola still your favorite?“ She asked and Carrie nodded, taking the can handed to her.

“Thanks.“

“Good thing Carlos loves cherry cola too. Dad, please don’t tell him I stole one for Carrie. We’ll be in my room.“ Julie said and led the girls to her bedroom, sitting in bed with their snacks.

Carrie looked around at Julie’s bedroom with a smile and sat next to her, taking a sip of her cherry cola. “Your room is cute, Chic. A little different than I remember, but cute.“ She noted, perking up when she saw a familiar box on a shelf. “Hey, is that your dream box?“

Julie looked up and nodded, biting into a dorito she stole from Flynn’s bag.

“Do you still keep the Chanel charm I gave you in there?“ She asked, biting into an oreo cookie.

“Yeah. I’ve thought about putting it on a bracelet, but I don’t wanna lose that. It’s-“ Julie smiled, stealing another dorito from Flynn and getting a “Hey! Not your doritos!“ from her. ”It’s one of my favorite memories of us.“

Carrie looked at Julie and gave her a sweet smile, wrapping an arm around her neck. “It’s one of my favorite memories, too. It was a really good day.“ She said softly, remembering how excited Julie was to have ”a real Chanel charm, mom!“ in her possession now.

She hummed and grabbed another cookie as Julie looked up and excused herself to go do something, unhooking her arm from Julie’s neck. “So Brat.” Flynn looked up, watching Carrie curiously.

“What’s the story on the hologram boys?“ She asked, deciding not to beat around the bush.

“OH. Um. They are- WERE a band from Sweeden. And Julie met them on twitter. And they started skyping and then did the hologram thing and here we are! Now they’re Julie’s band.“ Flynn said and took a swig of her drink, seemingly ignoring Carrie’s squinting eyes.

“Uh huh... Sweeden. That’s what Julie told you?” She asked and Flynn nodded.

“Yup! That’s what she said.“

“And Julie leaving suddenly, that wouldn’t have anything to do with the boys, would it?“ She asked suspiciously, crossing her arms. It totally wasn’t that she didn’t believe her best friends. They were just both acting too weird. Like that time when they showed up at her house unannounced, asked for water and Flynn was telling her and Nick about a racoon or whatever was in her backyard.

Flynn shook her head and looked up when Julie came back in, offering her an oreo.

“Everything good?” She asked and Julie nodded, taking the cookie.

“Yeah, we’re good. Hey. You guys wanna paint each other’s nails like we used to?“ She asked and Carrie nodded her head,  deciding to drop it for now.

“Sure. I’m do for a manicure, anyway.“ She said, deciding she could try again another day.

“Pink glitter for you, I assume?“ Julie asked and Carrie nodded with a smile, watching Julie grab a bottle of polish remover and cotton balls, hot pink glitter polish, a shiny purple polish, and a dark red polish that matched Flynn’s skirt perfectly.

“Hey, I have this exact glitter nail polish in my collection!“ She noticed with a smile and got to work on removing her week old, slightly chipped baby pink nail polish.

Julie chuckled as she started to paint Flynn’s nails expertly, gently holding her fingers still. “Maybe we’re not so different after all, then.“ Carrie nodded at Julie’s comment, laughing softly.

“No, the pink princess and the purple rock star really aren’t that different. The red rap goddess isn’t different from me, either. But she is awesome.” She said, making Flynn smile at the compliment.

“Thanks, Barbie Girl.“

“Just being honest, Brat-“ “She’s just speaking truth, Brat-“ Carrie laughed when she and Julie spoke at the same time, making Julie and Flynn laugh, too.

“I missed this so much. I missed my girls so much.“ She said, leaning her head on Julie’s shoulder.

“I missed you, too, Carrie. We both missed you so much.“ Flynn nodded at Julie’s words, looking up.

“You know... You and Dirty Candy sounded really good at Eats&Beats.“ She said with a smile. “It was so cool, it made me forget why I ha- Thought I hated you.“ She corrected herself quickly. “It was really good choreo and dancing. And I guess those outfits were pretty cute, too.“ She said, making Carrie chuckle.

“Oh, really? Not “too Barbie-like” for your tastes, Brat?“ She joked with a smirk. “You know, I actually came up with that look. I dreamed it up, drew it out and I had the outfits custom made.“ She told them proudly, making them grin at her in surprise.

“Ooh, the pop princess is a fashion designer on the side now, is she?“ Julie teased with a smile as she finished Flynn’s left hand and started the other.

“Oh, you know me, girls. Always looking for something else to be good at. Always looking for something else to be praised for.“ Carrie joked and rolled her eyes at herself, shaking her head.

“You were always the best dancer out of the three of us.“ Carrie smiled at that, looking down.

“Really? I always thought you deserved the title “best dancer“ out of us three, Flynn.“ She admitted softly.

“Me? No. I’m the rapper and the DJ out of us. Julie’s the singer and the pianist and you’re the dancer and apparently, the fashion designer.“ Flynn told her and Julie nodded in agreement, capping the bottle when she finished.

“Yeah, what Brat said. You’re totally the most graceful dancer in the room right now.“ Julie told her, speaking as if she really did believe it, surprising Carrie.

“Oh. Thank you, girls.“ She said softly, feeling her smile grow.

“Yeah, you’re amazing! The way you spin around? I can’t do that without falling over or getting dizzy.“ Julie grinned and laughed at herself.

“And that footwork, girl!“ Flynn said, blowing on her nails to dry them faster as Carrie opened the purple nail polish bottle.

“I work really hard to be that good.“ She said, sitting straighter.

“And all that hard work pays off.“ Julie confirmed for her. “And your voice is good, too! Not just your dancing.“ She said and Carrie smiled.

“Well, you know. Singing runs in the family.“ She bragged and flipped her hair, giggling with them. “Come here, Chic. Time for your nails.“ She said and Julie shifted to get closer, taking one last cookie in her mouth before she let Carrie start painting.

“You were really good at school, too. That song was stuck in my head for, like, an hour after.“ Julie laughed.

“That’s the goal. Get Dirty Candy stuck in everyone’s heads so they come back to our music videos on youtube. Hope one of them is a music rep and we get a deal. Become mega famous like dad.“ Carrie told the girls as she painted Julie’s nails.

“Or, become mega famous like Dirty Candy deserves because you guys are really good and deserve the recognition no matter who your dad is.“ Flynn pointed out and gave Carrie a look.

Oh. Carrie didn’t think about it like that before. She always just figured she would be in her dad’s shadow no matter the recognition she and her girls got. She knew they were good, but she knew her dad would always be bigger. She told Julie and Flynn as much, blinking when they both once again insisted that Dirty Candy was just as good and deserved just as much recognition as Trevor Wilson.

“Thanks, girls.“ She said after a minute and smiled, quickly finishing up Julie’s right hand and grabbing her left.

“Hey, we’re just telling the truth. You and your girls have real talent.“ Julie smiled and squeezed her hand.

“As do the two of you. And your band.“ Carrie said as she resumed painting Julie’s nails before remembering something. “Oh, hey. My friend Kayla wants to know if your bassist is single.“ She told her.

“Oh, Reggie? Yeah, he’s very single.“ Julie confirmed with a quick nod and a grin. “Kayla is Purple Candy, yeah?“ She asked and Carrie nodded.

“She’s got a huge crush on him.“ She giggled. “It’s kinda funny. He’s usually not her type, but he just does something to her.“

“And she does something to him.“ Julie smirked.

“She does?“ Flynn and Carrie asked at the same time, making Julie laugh.

“Ooh, if you two only heard the way that boy talks about ‘that pretty girl that smiled at me at Julie’s school’. It makes me and Luke laugh so hard. And- OH. And Alex, my drummer, he’s a Dirty Candy fan!“

Carrie grinned at hearing more about Julie’s band friends, laughing softly. “Oh, is he? Tell me more about your boys, Chic.“

“Alex really likes dancing. And he loves your music. Almost as much as he loves drumming. And Reggie, he may look like a super cool rock star, but he’s a total dork off stage.“ Julie giggled. “And Luke-” She blushed, growing shy. “Luke is so sweet. He gives really nice pep talks and he’s really supportive and encouraging when I’m nervous or when Alex gets really anxious.“

Carrie smirked and Flynn snickered at the dreamy, far away look in Julie’s eyes, finishing up her nails.

“-And he’s really funny and smart and cute and his lyrics are so good and-“ Julie blushed red and shut her mouth when she realized how much she was gushing about Luke and that Flynn and Carrie were laughing at her. “And- Well, you heard what Flynn said I sound like at school. He’s that. And so much more.“

Carrie snorted and nodded, capping the purple nail polish bottle. “Yes, and she was not exaggerating at all.“ She laughed, making Flynn cackle. “Your little crush on him is so cute, Julie.“

“So cute!“ Flynn nodded, still cackling into her hands.

“He’s obviously special to you. And I hope I’m right that your Luke feels the same about you. I hope you two find a way to be together and he treats you right. If he doesn’t, I’m here to cry to. After I pummel him like roadkill.“ Carrie said, making Julie and Flynn laugh again.

“Thanks, Carrie. I really appreciate that.“ Julie smiled gratefully and blew on her nails, shuffling to let Flynn in her spot to paint Carrie’s nails.

“Hey, that’s what friends are for.“ Carrie shrugged as Flynn opened the bottle with a smile, starting to paint Carrie’s nails.

“I’d hate to be the boy that hurts you, Barbie Girl.” Julie joked with a smirk.

“Ehh, I wouldn’t and don’t pity the next dumb boy that hurts her. He deserves whatever fury she unleashes on him, and what fury I unleash on him, if he loses his mind and hurts her.“ Flynn shrugged.

Carrie laughed at that and shook her head, covering her mouth with the hand Flynn wasn’t painting. “No. No. I’m so over boys right now. I’m not looking for a new boytoy at the moment. I’m just gonna live my life.“ She told them.

“You’re not gonna try to get back together with Nick again?“ Julie asked.

“Oh! I didn’t tell you yet! No, we’re never getting back together. But we talked it all out and we are friends. Just friends.“ Carrie smiled. “Well, on the condition that I don’t force him to watch The Bachelor and The Bachelorette with me anymore.“ She laughed. “Oh, he always got so bored so fast with those shows.“

Julie snickered into her hand, leaning her head on Flynn’s shoulder. “Oh, dear. Whatever will Barbie Girl do with Danforth-Evans now that she can’t watch trashy reality shows with him?“

Carrie almost snorted at that, but stayed still so Julie could finish her nails, chest heaving with laughter. “I’m sure our darling boy can find other things that both of us will enjoy doing together.“

“Our darling boy. That’s nice.“ Julie smiled and Flynn nodded with a grin.

Flynn finished painting Carrie nails and blew them dry, rolling her eyes fondly when she promptly pulled out her phone and took pictures of her nails for instagram. She smiled, though, seeing the caption on the post:

“Nails courtesy of my girl, rap goddess, bomb DJ, graceful dancer and favorite little Brat, Flynn 💖“

Flynn and Julie both liked the post and commented red and purple heart emojis on it, posting their own nails to their instagrams.

Carrie grinned as she liked and commented pink heart emojis on both posts, almost immediately getting a few texts from confused classmates who thought they all hated each other still. She kindly replied to the texts and put her phone away, just talking to the girls about everything and nothing for a few hours.

She left after a while to go home, telling everyone she promised her dad she’d be home for dinner. She hugged the girls good bye and walked out, heading home. She grinned as she thought about everything they’d talked about, looking down at her expertly done nails.

Step five... Semi accomplished? She thought and shrugged after a second, getting home quickly and walking inside. She was at least friends with Nick and hanging out with Flynn and Julie again. That had to count a little bit toward being a better person, right? Carrie thought so. She shut the door behind herself and walked toward the dining room, perking up when she found her dad. “Hi, daddy!“ She grinned happily and hugged him.

“Hi, baby! You have a good time at Julie’s today? How was school?“ He asked, happy to see his daughter so happy.

“Yeah. We talked a lot and we painted each other’s nails- She has the same polish that I do! And we posted it all on instagram because of course we had to.” She giggled again. “And school was school. Made up with Julie and Flynn. Made up with Nick. But we’re just friends now.“

She smiled as she sat down to eat with him, telling him all about her day. She felt her smile grow as he relaxed more, clearly not thinking right now about whatever it was that had been bothering him. Good sign. Good sign. She went up to her bedroom a while after, deciding to go to sleep soon if she wanted a good start tomorrow. She had a lot to do and a lot to say. She got ready quickly and laid in bed, slowly falling asleep.

[shitihaveheardatwork]

See You In Hell, Bratz Passion 4 Fashion: Diamondz!

Contrary to the opinions of many of my peers, I think weeding is awesome and I love it. There’s little I find more satisfying than an item of obviously low quality with no demand whatsoever coming into my attention and having the privilege of removing it from circulation.

Just to be entirely clear, we’re not talking about “extreme” or “controversial” content. I’ve had that conversation done to death a thousand classroom-polarizing times before. We’re talking about cheap. We’re talking about cash-grab. We’re talking about no artistic, cultural, spiritual, or even material value.

We’re talking about Bratz Passion 4 Fashion; Diamondz.

Some personal history first: I’m old enough that my last big toy phase before I reached the special level of adolescence where you have to openly condemn everything you once held dear as a child was Bionicles. I had the black bionicle from every generation up until that point, as well as a complete set of those little rolly-polly guys with the stretchy necks. I don’t know what they were called and I couldn’t be bothered to look it up for this lil micro-essay here.

What’s important is that they were cool. They did action-y stuff, I felt smart putting them together.

Waaaay Cooler, Smarter, Action-y, and REAL than my sister’s interests! Polly Pocket? Dumb! Pre-bronification MLP? Barf! Bratz? How fake can you get? Those were just shallow pieces of plastic made by toy companies. Not like my precious bionicles. So cool. So adult. So smart.

Then I watched the first Bionicle movie when it was on TV and realized I too was a cog in an elaborate toy commercial scheme. Something clicked in my horny mushy pre-teen brain, and I put away all my old favorite toys forever. It was now time to be shitty and elitist about intangible concepts instead, a hobby I’d keep until my early 20′s. But in addition to a change in hobbies, I also started to be a little bit less shit to my sister about her toys.

This confession out of the way, I don’t think my sister would have stopped me from throwing this DVD directly into the trash. My sister didn’t become a high-fallutin’ working-class intelligentsia asshole like her big brother, and we have nothing comparable in terms of media taste, but I think she would support me 100% if I told her I sent this DVD straight to hell. In fact I might call her later just to confirm. This disk was bad, is the moral of my story.

It took six paragraphs, but let’s talk about Day 3 on the job!

It was just me and Lisa today. I’ve upgraded from liking Lisa to absolutely loving working with Lisa. We talked everything from how her kids are doing to politics (she brought up Tr#mps latest satire-destroying phone call) to video-gaming to the history of animation. I genuinely like talking to her and it’s a shame she’s just filling in. If a job opens up at her branch, I’d apply for it, no question.

My boss Wallace, “Yer dad”-level queerphobe and Ron Swanson-esque libertarian, was putting out a metaphorical fire at another branch and I didn’t have to deal with him at all.

I did my opening routine. Checking the drop box, collecting the pull list, putting together holds, refiling returned materials, preparing ILL material, checking my work email, and the like. I was done with it all in about 90 minutes, with 4 hours left to go on my shift.

Wallace had told me to fill the time with anything I can qualify as “professional development” the week before, so I spent some time reading articles on the ALA website and googling “anarcho-librarianism” just to see what would happen. I found an abandoned blog and a twitter.

Then I remembered oh shit. I have to make a twitter don’t I

I don’t like twitter. I’ve tried to use it. I don’t get it. I’m too old to learn a new app. It’s impossible.

And yet I must. That’s where The Discourse is happening. That’s where the minds in my field are saying things. If I’m taking my career seriously, if I want to get a grip on the currents in my profession, I have to bite that checkmarked bullet. Stand by for updates on my professional twitter.

I got bored of being on the ALA site and ran out of productive things to google, and decided to look around the building for abandoned projects and mysteries to solve. It didn’t take long to find one, when I found a cart in the work room with a pile of DVDs in paper sleeves.

“Scratched” a post-it note on top said.

I asked Lisa if she knew how long these had been here, and she confirmed that they were in fact a hold-over from the previous staff that had left in a mass exodus some months before.

Well cool, I thought. I’ll see if these are too fucked up to play.

Commence with an hour of consuming children’s media, a few seconds of a minute at a time. I was fortunate that the work computers both had CD drives AND VLC media player! Thank you, past cool supervisor who put VLC on the work machines! Good call!

So I “watched” a few Dora The Explorers, a Care Bears film, that Trolls movie, Hotel Transylvania, and a Barbie horse adventure film, watching a few seconds before skipping a minute ahead to see if it would choke and skip.

See here’s the thing about scratched CDs. They’re weird. You can have a CD that’s fucked up completely (looking at you, my copy of Rollercoaster Tycoon 1) that still somehow plays fine like it just came out of the box. Sometimes scratches will seem totally superficial but goof up just enough microscopic binary that no machine will touch it. All these DVDs were ugly as sin, but that didn’t mean they were broken did it?

And it turns out a lot of them worked fine. That’s how I ended up watching Bratz Passion 4 Fashion: Diamondz which, unfortunately, played fine.

As I put the disk into the drive I remembered my sister’s participation in the Bratz toy craze. As an adult, a real one not the one I told myself I was at 13, I told myself that I might have a bias against this content, to just check the disk and not get judgy about what might be a kids favorite movie.

I uh... I failed to do that. BUT IT’S OK BECAUSE MY BIAS IS TOTALLY JUSTIFIED AND MY JUSTIFICATION IS RIGHT HERE

If you didn’t or don’t want to click the link, it’s a scene where the Bratz Diamonds are about to head out on some sort of fashion trucking marathon/race. Like any proper racer, the blonde at the wheel has a white-knuckle grip on the wheel, has just put their rig in gear, and in proper high-octane fashion, puts on a knowing smirk.

Except the smirk is, well... the animators just stretched the lips across the face further. I can’t do it justice, you just have to watch it, but I’ve done better animating just by pan-and-scanning around Windows Movie Maker.

This... isn’t content anybody needs. But I’m a librarian. I’m sworn to access. So the question becomes, does anyone want it?

I had to know, I had to know, how much circulation has this gotten? When was the last time this disk was in the hands of anybody at all besides me?

I popped it into Evergreen and behold: 15 check-outs since 2006 when it was released. No checkouts in the last 2 years.

I asked Lisa the proper procedure for removing something from the catalog, and in only a moment the deed was done. The case was repurposed, the disk trashed, the DVD cover recycled. It was time to go. I’d spent my remaining hours quasi-consuming children’s media.

I placed most of what I’d watched in a new pile, which I labeled “SCRATCHED BUT WORK FINE.” I placed one lone Barbie horse movie in a different pile labeled “SCRATCHED AND DOES NOT WORK.”

I felt like I’d accomplished something. I turned off the lights and I went home.

[taesd-urag]

Can i talk 2 u?

wattpad - @taesdurag

NAMJOON

You were minding your own business in the obscured, quaint cafe. You were a regular, so you were familiar with the faces that came and went. The owner, Mr. Hajima, was very fond of you and treated you like his own as he's been looking out for you ever since you moved to South Korea 3 years ago to pursue your dream of becoming an artist.

On this particular day, you were feeling moody due to Mother Nature making her monthly visit for her satanic rituals. So you weren't moving how everyone else was in the cafe. The staff was still nice even though the only thing you could muster up was a grimace. This was when he made his first attempt to talk to you.

"Wassup ma," your eyebrows shot up questioningly before you eyed the man that had slid his way into your booth. He had gorgeous facial features with blonde hair and dimples deeper than the ocean.

"Hi.." you trailed off, not knowing why he decided to approach you like this, you looked around and noticed a few guys seated at another booth watching you guys talk. "Was there something you needed?"

"Yeah, your time," he said with a wink, "I wanted to know if I uh- could take you on a date sometime?" He fidgeted nervously.

You sighed exasperated. Though your dating history was a little on the dry side, you weren't looking for anything as of right now but instead focusing on your studies.

"I'm not really looking to- oh my god!"

There was a crash and then a screech as one of the waiters fell over Namjoon's long ass legs. He had slid them out of the booth because it was too cramped. The woman had a broken nose and one of her teeth embedded into her lip.

You hurriedly got down to help the woman and offered to take her to the hospital. Grabbing your laptop and messenger bag, you looked at him awkwardly as he had still been frozen in shock and began apologizing countless of times as the worker, you've come to known as named Yuri, painfully told him it was okay and to next time watch what he's doing.

Once out of the cafe he was immediately swarmed by his wingmen as they questioned him heatedly and told him that next time was for sure his opportunity as he nodded scornfully.

The next time you met him was at a party. He had been with those boys again, the ones that had been observing your interactions. You accidentally made eye contact with one that had the lips of a bratz doll and he sent you a kind smile, one that you returned.

You were with your friend standing against the wall as your peers began getting either drunk, high, or both. You could say the same for your self as you sipped your drink. You had only decided to come out tonight because you passed your finals with flying colors.

"We should celebrate," your friend proposed, smiling wildly.

"We are doing that. We're getting drunk off this good shit, what is it by the way?" You sipped diligently at your straw savoring the taste of the fruity drink.

"And we're gonna sit here and wait for the white folks to start dancing," you continued, feeling a familiar buzz.

Your friend laughed uproariously as bystanders looked on curiously. It most definitely drew the attention of your admirer.

"You do love doing that don't you?" She said with a smile.

"It's one of my favorite things to do at a party. Ain't this a party? Get your ass up!" You both laughed at your own joke. You two laughed some more until you decided to go get another drink.

You paused midway on your walk into the kitchen once you saw who was getting a drink for himself.

You had to admit, he looked like a tall glass of fine. He was ninety percent legs from what you've seen. You hadn't realized he noticed you ogling him and he cleared his throat. Your eyes snapped up to his face.

"Huh? Oh, um. Hi again." You said a little nervous. You hadn't talked to him since the incident and him asking to take you on a date. And right now you weren't in your right state of mind because all you wanted him to do was take you on the countertop right now.

"Hey," he smiled and you swooned, "How's, uh," he gestured to his nose and mouth.

"Oh, she's alright... she got 8 stitches in her lip. They also readjusted her nose. So...yea. Heh." He nodded guiltily. You cleared your throat and moved passed him to grab another drink.

The atmosphere around you guys was awkward because he kept staring at you.

"You're very pretty," he said suddenly. You smiled shyly and gave him a quite thanks as you two silently admired each other's features.

He cleared his throat, "I'm sorry for uh- if I offended you the last time we spoke-,"

"Oh no, I was just surprised. But you didn't have to do all of that.."

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry." It got weird again.

"So do you?-,"

"What are you?-,"

You two spoke at the same time and laughed.

"I'm sorry, ladies first."

"I was going to ask are you enjoying the party." You questioned, genuinely curious. You wanted to know what type of guy he was.

"I mean, it's alright. Not really my setting," he said uneasily, "I only came because my friends threatened me." He let out an adorable laugh.

"Yea, I only came because my friend wanted to celebrate me passing my finals."

"Oh yea? Congratulations. I didn't know you were in college..."

You frowned upon that statement immediately. "What's that supposed to mean?" you asked more harshly than what you meant to. You were mildly offended. What for? You didn't know. You knew the drinks got to your head though.

"I just didn't think-," you cut him off again, much more rudely this time.

"Yea, you didn't." You slid past him and out of the kitchen, but not before grabbing another drink. When you left, one of the boys walked in immediately and sighed.

"What did you do this time?" Namjoon was still standing there, eyes wide and mouth open.

"I just wanted to know if she went to the same college as us."

His third attempt wasn't even an attempt at this point. He did talk to you. He wanted to explain himself and he got the perfect opportunity when he found you on a park bench watching the sunset. This time his friends weren't around.

"Wassup ma," you looked up and laughed when you saw who was seated beside you. You then smiled sheepishly and turned away.

Sighing you said, "I'm sorry for how I acted last time. I didn't know what you meant and what I did was unnecessary."

Namjoon nodded, "Yea," he then whispered, "Very."

"Don't start with me," you side eyed him playfully, "We don't even know each other's names."

"Kim Namjoon," he gave you another heart stopping smile, "And may I know my future wife's name?" You two laugh boisterously.

"Y/N L/N. And aren't you confident." You give him a blinding smile, one that spoke volumes.

He slid closer to you and leaned back against the bench.

"So, I've never believed in that third times the charm shit but I'm hoping you'll let me take you out on a date. Even after you gave me attitude that I didn't deserve." You rolled your eyes playfully, now much more comfortable in his presence.

"Well after those last few faithful encounters I'd like to consider us as meant to be,"

"I mean if you wanna get specific," he licked his succulent lips. It was at this moment you realized you wanted this man. No, you knew, you just needed more clarification on why.

"You spittin some real game right now, I don't think you can handle me." He stared dazedly at you, sky now filled with deep hues of purple and blue.

"Now look at who's spittin game," he snorted. "You've made my day better by a million."

You two looked at each other before busting out into a chorus, "You're love is a one in a million, it goes on and on and on." Bystanders passed by and smiled at the young couple.

"So, are you trying to be my one in a million?" He asked now even closer than before. You snuggled up under him.

"I think I'd like that." you looked up at him and gave a coy smile.

"Yea?"

"Yea."

[hellyeahrpmemes]

※ JENNA MARBLES SENTENCE STARTERS, PT. XVI ※

starters from jenna’s 10 most recent videos! feel free to change names/pronouns/zodiac signs/etc.! more jenna sentences

MR. MARBLES IS TOOTHLESS

“Alright, so here’s the deal.”

“He has a small, tiny mouth.”

“This has been a very intensive recovery process.”

“It’s just been a lot.”

“He needs hugs and cuddles.”

“I don’t know what else to say.”

“I feel particularly guilty about this.”

“Life happened, you know?”

“A dog with no teeth is absolutely hilarious.”

“It just felt like the right thing to do today.”

GIVING MY DOGS A BATH WHILE THEY LISTEN TO ROYALTY FREE SPA MUSIC

“Is that too loud?”

“My dogs smell like butt.”

“You are the nastiest of them all.”

“Do you feel relaxed?”

“Yesterday, I racked a 20 pound dumbbell onto my own finger and it basically blew up.”

“I thought I had actually severed my finger.”

“Tough shit, you’re still part of the team.”

“It hurts really bad.”

“Why are you laughing?”

“Do you like this music? It’s royalty free. But it did cost $25.”

“Are you hiding from the problem?”

“Is it $25 worth of nice?”

“I’m actually really glad I’m wearing a rubber glove for some of this.”

“Don’t disturb him, he’s sleeping.”

“You screaming is not part of the royalty free spa music.”

“Do you know where you are?”

“I aspire to live my life the same way.”

“That was some nice, wholesome, selfish fun.”

I WANT TO BE TALL

“I wanna be tall…”

“What are you doing?”

“I wanna be taller than I am.”

“Stop - stop doing that.”

“Turn that off.”

“I’m gonna grow, like, seven inches this year.”

“My plan is to just sleep a lot.”

“They said I could do anything, so I’m gonna grow seven inches taller.”

“I can do anything I want.”

“Can I get a hell yeah?”

“What’s the matter, you don’t like Fur Elise?”

“There’s a lot of room for opportunity to improve in my life.”

“It’s physically impossible, but go off…”

“They said flying was impossible, and here come the Wright Brothers…”

“There’s a robot on Mars right now and you’re telling me I can’t grow seven inches?”

“Not that I leave this house, but, like, if I did, I’d want it to be like, wha-bam!”

“The doctor said I was gonna be 5’7” when I was a baby, and then something fuckin’ happened and now I’m 5’5”.”

“I worked out for the first time just the other day.”

“There’s no shortage of adult stores.”

“I’m gonna need you to do a lot of it for me.”

“Here we are, at the place where my dreams are gonna come true.”

“This is a bad idea.”

“You look very surprised.”

“Is this some form of torture that the universe gave me that I can’t think about things that matter, I can only think about things like this.”

“No no no no no, you put that sentence back in your mouth.”

“You either feel me or you don’t, and if you don’t, get out.”

“Part of being tall is constantly being on the phone.”

“You know what the cruel joke of the universe is? I’m 5’5” and my brother is 6’5”. Tell me how that makes any fucking sense!”

“Tell me how that makes any fucking sense!”

“Keeping things down here is biased against tall people.”

“Being tall equals power, everyone knows that!”

“There’s some sort of energy power here that I didn’t sign up for.”

“I’m a very athletic, intimidating tall person.”

“How dare you expose me! I thought you were on my team…!”

LET’S ABSTRACT PAINT

“I already decided oil paint’s not for me.”

“The only tool that you use is a knife.”

“We can’t really see what you’re doing.”

“I feel like I can do it.”

“I have art fear.”

“It looks easier than it probably is.”

“It’s kinda difficult to get the hang of this.”

“It is definitely much more difficult than it appears.”

“This feels really fun and good.”

“Uh-oh, I think I ruined it.”

“I take back all of my confidence.”

“My too much gene kicked in.”

“Isn’t this part of art, though? Figuring out when to stop?”

“I was gonna say I don’t hate it, but, you know what? I fuckin’ hate it.”

“I feel like I need to trust myself and not do this thing where I try to make it better.”

“I at least salvaged this into something that I don’t completely, viscerally hate.”

“I’m already feeling a little defeated, but I’m not gonna let it stop me.”

“I can do better than this, I know I can.”

“Why is it so relaxing to watch someone else make art?”

“It’s almost like I would do this to relax.”

“I’m jealous that yours is working out.”

“Watching you have success gives me confidence that I can be successful.”

“I’m not sure it’s because I have more confidence, but I’m pretending that I have more confidence.”

“I can do it, and I can stop.”

“My confidence is building, and building, and building.”

“I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“This one is called… Stop It.”

“Speaking of stop it, I should probably do that.”

“I feel so in control now.”

“I’m not used to this feeling.”

“I think you need to stop it.”

“Goodbye, I’m very tall, I have to leave.”

I FILMED MY DOG WHENEVER HE CRIED OR WAS NASTY FOR 24 HOURS

“To our credit, we actually did attempt this.”

“If anyone critiques my tacking-slash-sewing skills, I will cry.”

“I don’t think that my ego can handle that so if you would just please back off, I’d appreciate that.”

“We were up for a treat tonight, weren’t we?”

“Can we just drink our coffee real quick?”

“That’s what I use to wash myself when I shower.”

“You sat on my foot.”

“There’s two ways to go through life. One: you could just sit back and enjoy the ride, or two: you could just scream the entire time the whole thing is happening to you. Both are gonna end up the same.”

“Sometimes I feel like screaming my way through life.”

MAKING FACE FRECKLES ~*WORK*~ FOR ME

“Sometimes I feel like y’all just want me to do something to watch me fail.”

“I’m not gonna fail.”

“That’s not gonna happen. Not on my watch.”

“When you live in a sunless void like Rochester, New York, no one would really make fun of your freckles, because it means you actually saw the sun for a little.”

“I did work at a tanning salon for quite a number of years.”

“Don’t tan your skin.”

“I’m down for whatever.”

“I really know what I’m doing, basically.”

“I’m really not very artistic, even though I try.”

“I’m just gonna sit here and space out for a while.”

“I’m making such a mess.”

“We’re really just gonna go for this one.”

“I might just fuck around and get some sun damage.”

“This is a lot of work.”

“I know when I’m being trolled. Except for that one time when I did a face mask that was just mostly turmeric and my face was very orange. I got got that time.”

“That’s overkill. There’s no way you need to do that.”

“Welcome back to this isn’t fucking working.”

“Even though I live in a place where there is sunshine, it doesn’t mean I’m gonna go in it.”

“When is it time to stop?”

“I wanna look like one of those cute outside people that goes outside.”

“What the fuck is the point anymore…?”

“It only took literally all day and night.”

“This is so impractical, I’m sorry.”

“I love it, but this is stupid.”

TURNING MY BOYFRIEND INTO A BRATZ DOLL

“I just wanna see if I’m capable and able.”

“What if you could hear out of your eyebrows?”

“Well, that took altogether way too long.”

“Worst-case scenario, you ruin it.”

“Don’t, don’t, don’t, whatever you’re doing, don’t.”

“I only fucked up, like, seven times.”

“This is the no-complaints zone.”

“That looks kinda good, though, right?”

“Why did you stop breathing?”

“If anyone makes fun of this, I’m gonna cry.”

“I feel like I’m just ready to disobey my parents.”

“Look at what I’m looking at right now.”

“I don’t know what to do…!”

“It took so fucking long.”

“What the fuck? Julien, what the fuck.”

“I wanted to give in to peer pressure.”

“I’m gonna need to take the longest shower of my life.”

“You did great, you can’t sell yourself short.”

REACTING TO YOUR MEMES (MEME 👏 REVIEW 👏)

“You’re just, like, chaotic energy.”

“He’s such a good sport.”

“So talented. She is so fucking talented.”

“Now you’ve been warned, too.”

“I like this. This song’s a bop.”

“It makes me laugh.”

“You are so much all the time.”

“So many people are enjoying them.”

“You do your thing.”

“This is fucking talent.”

“You’re all really funny and talented.”

“It’s genuinely fun and enjoyable.”

“It’s a happy, happy good time.”

“I will see you guys next week for me doing something stupid, probably.”

“Did you? Did you do that to me?”

BUYING MY DOGS EVERYTHING THEY TOUCH

“To be honest? It’s kind of boring.”

“I guess we’re just gonna try.”

“We got a plant on the way here, because I have a problem.”

“This is racking up very quickly.”

“You’re not gonna be able to fit that in your mouth.”

“It can’t cost much, it’s a sticker.”

“You don’t even know what you just did.”

“Damn, is that what you’re into?”

“Touch something else.”

“Yeah, feels a little wasteful.”

“What the hell was that?”

“Why would you do that?”

“You really just went for it, didn’t you?”

“Thank you for contributing.”

“Well, what do you think?”

“I love my new necklace.”

“He hasn’t moved.”

“I didn’t know that was a thing.”

“It’s too bad I don’t know what in the world that is.”

“Honestly, what is going on?”

“I want 700 Fruit Roll-Ups and Coco Puffs.”

“Don’t make me look bad.”

“They just… wanted it.”

“They just want the biggest thing they can find.”

“It’s just really cute.”

“Are you pleased with yourself?”

“I just got got.”

“That was that. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

“I’m being attacked. I’m being attacked. I’m being attacked. I’m being attacked.”

I MADE THAT AWFUL JEANS CHAIR

“What are you watching?”

“We’re this for the long haul.”

“You know I will make it.”

“This craft assumes you have four identical pairs of jeans.”

“You can’t just staple everything together. It doesn’t work.”

“I know for a fact that this is not really going to work.”

“Who is this chair for?”

“I’m the only person I can think of who this chair’s for.”

“I just want to talk.”

“I feel like we would get along.”

“As horrid and terrible and awful as it is, it kind of fucking rules.”

“I know we shouldn’t make it, but I’m gonna make it.”

“This is the best I could do.”

“This much money, you could buy a chair.”

“Literally no one I’ve ever known has four pairs of jeans period, let alone ones that they don’t want.”

“I have two pairs of jeans and resent both of them for being uncomfortable.”

“How are you allowed to just post make believe things on the internet?”

“That’s not gonna work, it’s gonna fall apart.”

“I’m getting hot and angry.”

“Don’t touch it, it’s very delicate.”

“They probably started off with something simple and just turned into absolute madness.”

“Yeah, I’ve got 30 pounds of Poly-Fil, said no one but Jo-Ann Fabrics.”

“Did you check the pockets? You’ve always gotta check the pockets.”

“Alright, well, maybe we’re onto something.”

“It’s coming apart already…”

“Here’s our semi completed circle of hell.”

“$140, this cost to make.”

“It’s so sharp I’m gonna cut myself.”

“It’s ugly, it’s stupid, it’s infuriating, it makes me so angry. That’s why it belongs in my house.”

“It’s not a chair. It’s a bunch of jeans stapled together.”

“This is really getting up there with one of the more frustrating things I think I’ve ever done.”

“Everything keeps falling apart.”

“This is a fraud, this is a lie.”

“Mathematically, it makes no sense.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more angry.”

“I hate it. It doesn’t even work.”

“If we breathe on it right now, it’s gonna fall apart.”

“It’s the worst thing in the whole world and it cost $140.”

“I’ve never seen you in a physically relaxed position less relaxed than you are right now.”

“You know why I’m so mad? ‘Cause this is fucking comfortable.”

“It’s honestly kind of sick.”

“Why did they have to staple it?”

“Don’t you sabotage me like this.”

“Where will I sit now?”

“You can’t handle this butt.”

“You are doing that on purpose…!”

“I have a great idea.”

“I didn’t appreciate it as a chair, but I appreciate it as art.”

“We had a pretty good time here today.”

“You can’t just staple denim.”

“It was $140. It wasn’t worth it.”

[hedonicghost]

Give us the timeline!!

you are opening a can of worms you will regret opening (thank you thank you thank you-) this is super long tho uve been warned -📣

bg info:

so for convenience they have lived in south park most of their life. their dad is in the military (like ours) but he keeps dodging station changes for uh. idk reasons. ill come up w some bullshit. their mom's constantly in the hospital (like ours) so the kids around them don't ever really see both of their parents at the same time

i'm not making a fake dead name for them but they dont really know their trans, just genderfucky. their parents call them "kiddo" a lot though and the kids around them mishear that as "ditto" and since theyre like. obsessive about pokemon, that becomes what people call them. the boys will use he/him for them and the girls use she/her for them. they live up to the ditto name for this reason fhdskaj

they have a brother but id feel. weird making our brother a. self insert. so i refuse to design him or give him any information. think like the parents in peanuts. he will never be shown unless he's on the phone with ditto

theyre. a system. duh. they have 4 alters. ozma [host/persecutor (based on me, 📣. they're integrated)], jeff [protector (🗝️)], daka [trauma holder (🐐)], and usiu [caretaker (🕊️)]

elm school:

i'm not going to decide like what fake trauma we're putting them through, but each of their alters do have a designated "form" date. jeff formed right before they moved to south park (~1st grade) so he handled a lot of their like... social shit? and is the reason why they get on so well with the boys

ozma had integrated with their prev. host around 4th grade. ozma isnt their previous name but our current ideas about it are mega cringe so youll have to unlock that with another ask

as mentioned, they get on p well with the others in their grade. the girls like them because they have a huge bratz doll collection and the boys like them because they have a LOT of rare TCG cards (they dont play tcg games tho and that pisses them off)

theyre really close with butters bc partly of their whole gender queer solidarity but also system solidarity. jeff clearly sees the signs of like. #Plurality so he helps butters through it as he experiences it

they get into the villain scene with butters under the name "knifenice" (lol) but as the boys start doing their hero thing, prof chaos forces them to abandon him to join them in case he ever needs help getting rescued from them

their hero sona, knife, is part bird. they refuse to change that. it doesnt make sense. everyone gives them shit for it. they literally couldnt care less. they have a neon pink boa scarf and bright purple furry leg warmers. they stole their brother's baseball cap and stapled feathers onto it.

for the like. stick of truth game they're a princess on the drow elf side. kyle and stan convinced them to do it bc they needed a leg up on princess kenny. because of this ditto and kenny have a LOT of rivalry but they bond over it ooc

middle school:

i don't have a lot fleshed out for middle school bc literally everyone is cringe in middle school but they start to kinda come to terms with their plurality as a whole around that time and start to point out to butters that he might be plural too

both of them misinterpret it though and they think it's just kin stuff bc jeff is still a fn.af fictive and butters is like "nah i think in a past life i was like.... a stock broker......" or something idk you get the idea

so both ozma and butters are oblivious to it but jeff has gotten a few one-on-one conversations with butters' protector (chaos)

chaos and jeff start dating but butters and ozma have 0 memory of it so people assume butters and ditto are dating and so those two are kinda like "...i mean...... i do feel a connection to you but idk what it is....." so they vibe

some time in 6th grade daka forms but we don't really have. ideas about them yet. they vibe too. probably become friends w another one of butters' alters later on (marjorine lol)

they start kinda distancing themself from their friends in late middle school bc their dad got orders to a different station and they dont know how to #cope with it

high school:

they move to somewhere else in the states and move frequently throughout high school (like us). they keep in contact with some of their friends, but lose contact with most. butters and ditto try to skype every weekend but eventually it becomes too hard to manage with studying and stuff like that

its not a # fun time but they do realize theyre trans during the move so they start socially transitioning and using they/them publicly. theyd realistically go by a fuck ton of names like we did but thats boring and too much to think abt so they start going by orion at school/home/etc. butters is still allowed to call them ditto though

usiu forms sometime at the start of high school because theyre all out of sorts with. duh. everything. not getting into it as usual lmao. usiu has a hard time adjusting to the current uh. vibe? of the system tho? so daka and them argue a lot

they visit south park again at some point in their sr. yr. of high school and spend like the literal entire time just catching up with butters and some other friends. ditto tells butters theyre for sure a system and its not just kin shit and butters tells them about the time he was misdiagnosed as a kid so he's really hesitant to say anything concrete about his plurality so they kinda bond over that.

jeff and chaos go crazy stupid over seeing each other again

after their trip to sp, they realize it's the only place they ever really felt at home, so they decide to look for schools near there for college

college:

they find a cheap apartment in town (rent is cheap as balls in sp) and are enrolled with online courses in like. idk. boulder maybe? some community college that's cheap too

butters and them start Actually Dating and they start to navigate dating while plural. they both decide to let their other alters (everyone besides jeff and chaos) date people outside of the systems and we're still..... debating stuff on that bc its a lot to think abt hfkhsakj. either way theyre both very very happy to be together.

butters would probably eventually move in with ditto bc i fucking hate his parents ;P

andddd yeah that's all we really have concretely figured out! sorry this is so god damn long we've been roasting this one for a bit now

[kayscreations]

Thrift-A-Day #17

Took these photos yesterday, these are all my actual doll finds (not miniatures and all all the other junk I get) from three trips to the Goodwill Outlet this week.

I love the bunny craft head! I don’t know if I’ll give her a different head back or not, I do like the pipe cleaners someone used to do it. She had one ear that was also make out of pipe cleaners, but I didn’t like how it looked. I’ll probably make some out of felt for her. I love her crisp paint, although I would like to add some details and give her some vintage pie eyes. I need to figure out how I’m going to hybrid her though.

The little vintage doll in purple seems to be dressed like a Christmas angel?

I *believe* the one gal is a So in Style Chandra, although I don’t know which line/version. She’s SO pretty.... oh man. To be in the day when play line dolls had such nice faces and detailed paint.

I finally found (well, my Mom found her at the store) the one Barbie with a turning scalp that I’ve always wanted to have! I can’t remember what the line is, though... something.. Glam??

I remember grabbing the My Scene just because, but I don’t remember grabbing the gal next to her.... I was sleepy during one trip though, so there’s a few things I don’t remember putting in my basket, haha.

The drawing mannequins are some cute weirdo, they feel nice quality and are pretty big. The one... actually came in a dress. It’s a really good dress too! 

I got the MH Abbey for no good reason, although it was fun to get a 90s Skipper. She was in a very nice crocheted dress, though I still have to clean it. 

I got the Kelly (er.. Chelsea?) for her articulated legs, which are weird and super loose? I don’t know what she was supposed to do... Also got the tiny porcelain doll because I’ve managed to amass a few of them. Dolls for dolls anyone?

Got the three Bratz because even though I’m not currently into Bratz, if I see them at a dirt cheap price I buy them just because.

The baby MLP is my... fourth or fifth of this kind? I don’t think I’ve shown you guys (correct me if I’m wrong) that I hybridized a baby pony head onto a playline Disney toddler doll body. It’s really cute and I want to do the same to the others, but I still want to make sure none of them are exceptionally rare.

I unfortunately missed the chance to get a Little Miss Dollikin (I do already have one that I found at Savers, but has that ever stopped any of us?), but honestly I couldn’t even be mad. It was a nice older gentleman and lady who found her in parts. I also found the doll’s butt and gave it to him so he could have all the pieces. It was really cute because he gave it to the lady saying that it was a little project that she could work on. They were so nice and so different than the vicious and usually rude resellers from the other outlet location.

~*~*~personal junk under the cut~*~*~

I think this might be my last Thrift-A-Day, at least for a little bit! Life’s going to be getting busy because we’re going to have to go to doctor appointments for my Dad and he’s finally going on vacation next week. Which for us, doesn’t mean that we go anywhere, we just relax and go out any time we want, and my father is able to relax and not have to go to work every day and suffer physically from his condition and mentally from his obnoxious co-workers. Yesterday was the one year anniversary of him being injured at work and it’s all very strange and difficult in retrospect... I also want to finish up Drawlloween, as I’ve managed to stay with it so far and it makes me incredibly happy! I think this is the most I’ve drawn in years and it’s so encouraging. I actually WANT to draw again and have the will to do so. Here’s to hoping the feeling continues. Speaking of real life stuff, I’m really happy because my skin problems seem to be clearing up some! I’ve had varying acne problems for the past year, probably from all the stress of everything with Dad, but it seems like I’ve finally found a routine that works for my skin. I finally feel less ugly, gross, and frustrated. Thank God.

In the realm of doll stuff, I’d like to do a vintage doll a day in either November or December, or just... probably Doll-cember? Doll a day? That would be fun! I have tons of dolls and stuff that I want to go through. I need to put up a big ‘ol sales post up here because I need to cut down and get rid of some stuff and also organize and arrange all my doll and craft items. I also need to have a sit down day and put heads on bodies and decide who gets what. I have too many bodies and too many heads that I don’t do anything with! I need to do a total inventory of all my hybrids/customs/mods that I want to do and compile them all.

I’d also like to try to do videos as well! I have some footage out and about, but I don’t talk very much, so I need to try to be a bit less shy. Is there anything you guys want to see videos of specifically?

I also have... uh... two years worth of Tumblr likes that I need to queue up so there’s also that to work on.

[firespirited]

Hadn’t seen one in a looong time so I decided to “invest” in this bratz pixiez at 9€, partly for testing purposes (heat pad + rice in head = extra time for rerooting?) and partly to make into a proof of concept that I can create a decent prototype Pixie ersatz in two hours with a new hairline, extra parting plugs and added streaks without having to go through a grueling 8 hour process of a full reroot on a super hard head with $15+ worth of saran. Sure the prototypes have like 5cm extra hair length but I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to pixie-fy this gal nicely. Her parting is lopsided and she’s rooted haphazardly along the back - the hairline gets extra plugs at the ears to emphasize the widows peak/heart shape so I’d be covering that anyway. This is a for later project as 1/ it’s still too warm for heatpad work 2/ I have more pressing unfinished projects 3/ I’m awaiting a new lightbulb and can’t see that well with my current one (I need my bright white + mega LUMENS) and uh 0/ More importantly, I haven’t had time to do much creating as I’ve been having to do the dog walks + extra stuff around the house and that takes all my energy for the day. Her body is bleaching and i’ve put away the cleaned up and pruned head for *someday*