#im too burned out and had too many sick and dead pets this year

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So I forgot to open comms last 20th, so how about some YCHs?

Or if you're interested in custom comms, check my ko-fi! I will only be taking custom comms in there for this month, I'm too burned out, sorry

Examples of finished product under the cut!

[king-star]

When the Party’s Over

Warning: Homophobia, transphobia, death, bile, guts, broken limb, crying, pet neglection, driving while slightly tipsy, fire (lmk if i need to add more. This is all around pretty dark and sad, proceed with caution)

Match: Yelena Belova x enby!Reader; Wanda Maximoff x reader

Genre: Angst, Angst, and more Angst

A/N: This is the first chapter in a series. Idk how long it’ll be. the plan is bi weekly updates. im reallyyyyy proud of this one so let’s hope it doesn’t flop. ENJOY!

Word Count: ~3,000

Summary: You have a horrible nightmare, leaving you with anxiety for Yelena. Yelena assures you that everything is fine and leaves on a mission.

Your tongue rubs the roof of your mouth in an attempt to rid itself of the sickly sweet drink you’d been sipping. A hundred intoxicated humans swirl around you. Fabric, skin, and feathers blend together, the orchestra the only thing holding off the headache behind your eyes.

You didn’t want to be here. Sure ballroom charity balls could be fun. If you had your best friends there, you could chat only with them, and dance to your heart's content. Unfortunately for you, everyone you could stand to be around was busy. Leaving you human-shieldless from your mothers many socialite friends.

The “oh my goodness Y/N I haven’t seen you since you were in highschool. How are you?” got old quick. Retelling your life story over and over was a pain especially with your mother gripping your hand making sure you didn’t slip up. Share any information that didn’t quite fit the Y/L/N dynasty image. Mostly she didn’t want you sharing about the love of your life, your girlfriend, your Yelena.

When the two of you first got together you waited nearly 5 months before telling your mother. The first time you dated a girl she had hated it. She tried to act like she was supportive, claiming “I will always love you no matter what.” But in the end she always shielded this fact from the public eye. She was supportive of all the LGBT+ movements from a political standpoint. Never her own child.

You never told Yelena about this. You claimed the reason you didn’t want to share her with your mother was because you wanted your relationship to not have paparazzi after you two. She bought it for a while but you could only keep the love of your life away from the woman who gave you life for so long. It didn’t take a master spy to understand the emotions behind the look your mother gave you when you brought Yelena to dinner. Yelena never brought it up but it was an unspoken understanding. Your mother didn’t accept you no matter how hard she tried to fake it.

Now you just wanted the event to be over so you could go home to Yelena. You flipped your wrist, checking the ridiculously expensive watch you had on.

11:31

She was definitely asleep by now. Yelena never stayed up past 10:30. Frowning, you set down your glass and turned to your mother, waiting for her conversation to end. When she finally stopped speaking she turned to you and cocked an eyebrow,

“Y/N. Are you leaving? so soon?” she pouted but enough years in her home taught you her looks. This was faked sadness.

“Unfortunately yes mother. Lena is probably asleep by now and I have work early. She probably forgot to feed our dog,” you enunciated the words that might clue in your mothers friend on how you and this woman were related. A last “fuck you mother” before you left. She smiled warningly and nodded.

“Well… you must get home to your friend. I will see you soon daughter,” she kissed your hand and you stood there frozen. Of course, she would invalidate your gender and your relationship in one comment. Your nostrils flared and you turned quickly, letting your hand smack your unfinished drink into her lap and treading off quickly.

“Fuck you mother. How someone could be so hateful to their own child I will never understand,” you muttered to yourself. You handed your ticket to the valet and stood with your arms crossed, waiting. You made sure to tip the valet an absurd amount, and drove off quickly. The only thing that would keep you from doing something stupid in retaliation was Yelena’s arms around you.

~

Nearly thirty minutes later you pulled the car into the garage. It shouldn’t have taken you that long to get home but you couldn’t help but drive with the top down for a bit. Anger and maybe a bit of fear had bubbles underneath your skin and you didn’t want to bother Yelena. You stepped out of the car and held your head in your hands. You hadn’t drank that much, but a headache would be inevitable.

Fanny met you at the door. She was obviously excited, tail wagging as she raced back to her food bowl

“ok ok girl. I’ve got you,” you rubbed her head and dumped a scoop of food into her bowl. Loosening your tie you dragged yourself to the bedroom. You smiled as the light poured in and illuminated the silhouette of a sleeping Yelena.

“Deep asleep. I’ll join you in a second,” you pulled the rest of your suit off. Picking up a discarded shirt you put it on, and leaned your head against the mirror.

“That was misery. And mother’s comment. I shouldn’t care about what that bitch thinks or says. But I can't help it,” you let out a sigh and picked up your toothbrush. Maybe someday she will accept you. But at that point would she ever be able to make up for how she treated you?

Ready for bed you slid in beside Yelena, careful not to wake her. Fanny, finished with her food, jumped into bed with you and snuggled up with a lick to your face. You smiled and kissed her head then kissed Yelena.

“night my love. See you in the morning,” your heavy lids drooped and you relaxed, setting a hand on Yelena and falling into dreamland.

~

Your thighs hurt. Fire and smoke burn your throat and eyes. You search for something. What exactly you aren’t sure. Tears stream down your face as anxiety floods your chest. If you don’t find the thing soon your world will be crushed.

A broken door, barely on its hinges, is at your right and you know that’s it. A hard turn and you smack your arm into the frame. You grasp at your wrist as more tears prick your eyes.

“Fuck!” A familiar level of pain flares and you know it’s broken. Your eyes dart around the room, still looking for that unknown thing. A pile of smoking wood sits in front of you and your feet carry you to it. This was it.

You try hard to pull through the heavy, hot wood with your one arm. A cry comes from below, an anxiety flaring familiar cry. You pull harder and uncover and dirty and bloody Yelena.

“LENA!” you shout and help her out. Her hands held her stomach. She smiles sickly and then curls in pain.

“Y/N. You found me. I hoped you would. Quick kiss me. I don’t have long,” Your eyes widen and you move her hands. The sight of her stomach makes you sick. Turning to the side you retch and vile spills from your mouth. You wipe your mouth and shake your head, tears fall hard now.

“Lena no no. You’re fine. We can fix you. Please,” you slide your arm under her and try to pick her up but she screams and goes limp in your arms.

“FUCK Y/N! stop. There's no hope. Please just kiss me. I don’t want to die without that.” you shake your head more and set her down. You refused to accept her death.

“No Yelena you are not going to die here. You can’t die. You are too well trained. a-and… I can't live without you. it’ll be fine,” She tries to raise her head but then it falls and she spasms. Your eyes widen and you do your best to hold her still but your broken wrist shoots in pain.

“No no no NO!” you kiss her over and over. Fear pulses through you and when she relaxes completely you sob. Your head aches from the pressure of your sobs and your broken wrist protests. Maybe hours pass and you sit there with her dead body pressed to your chest, her blood and guts smearing all over you.

Then guilt overtakes the sadness. She asked you for one thing. One single kiss before she died and you didn’t fulfill that. You couldn’t give her everything she deserved in life or even in her final moments.

You wake up shaking and screaming. Yelena is awake next to you, crying and shaking your shoulder violently.

“Please Y/N,” she sobs, snot and tears mix and fall forgotten. You sit up barely able to hold yourself up. She is alive.

“Fuck Yelena what’s wrong?” Your dream haunts you. You search her stomach and her whole body for major wounds. She is obviously unsure what you are doing and grabs your face forcing you to look at her.

“Y-you were shaking and screaming and crying and I didn’t know what was wrong. If you were having a seizure or what.” You shake your head and take deep breaths.

“No, I'm good. Not seizure. R-Really…” your words falter and you stare off, caught up in the memory of the dream. Yelena snaps in front of you and hugs your arm. “Ah sorry. Bad dream. really, really bad dream.” you stare at her head unsure if this was the dream or if Yelena really was alive.

“D-do you want to tell me about it?” Her arms slide under yours and she holds you from the side. You shake your head and lay it on her shoulder. “Ok but if you do tell me. I’ll hold you until you fall asleep again.”

The thought of being asleep again makes you tense up. Yelena feels it and rubs your side softly. She kisses you in every way she knows you like and pets your head.

“I’m not going to sleep. I can’t live through that again. It made me think I was going to be alone. Please don’t leave me Lena. please. I don’t wanna die alone.” She frowns and hugs you tight.

“I’m never going to leave you. I’m here baby. I’m here.” She kisses your jaw softly and you nod. Relaxing again, you wrap your arms around her waist and kiss her shoulders.

“Y-you died. There was a fire and I broke my wrist and it was smokey and you got impaled and you died. You asked me to kiss you and I couldn’t accept the fact you were dying so I didn’t kiss you. I couldn’t give you what you deserve.” She frowns and kisses you.

“No Y/N. Don’t you dare. It was just a nightmare, that’s all. I’m NEVER leaving you. ok?” She holds your face and kisses you softly. The kiss lasts a while and you melt into your touch. Fears still paralyse you every couple hours but she holds you until the sun comes up. She knows exactly what you love and how to make you feel safe. She really wasn’t ever going to leave.

~

Weeks pass. You are sure you have gotten past the nightmare. You go to work everyday and Yelena stays home going through paperwork. When you come home the two of you snuggle and bliss fills you. Your mother doesn’t ask you to come to any more charity events and you think maybe, just maybe things are good.

Then Yelena gets called on the mission. When she tells you she will be gone for a week your mind reels. You can barely see straight as the dream vividly flashes through your brain. Yelena gets worried, grabbing your hand and you back away searching her body for any sign of blood.

“No. Lena please. What if you get hurt? I-I can’t. You promised you’d never leave.” Her eyes look at you apologetically.

“Don’t worry. I’m a professional. It’s just a small info gathering job. Absolutely no danger,” she smiles at you and sets a hand on your shoulder. You back away from her hand and lean your head back to force the tears back.

“Yelena… ok. Please. Don’t get hurt,” She nods and kisses your cheek grabbing her bag.

You spend the entire week at home. Anxiety grips you so hard that you can’t stand to go to work. A fever strikes and you throw up every evening at almost exactly 10:30. Work tells you to stay at home and probably go to the doctor. Honestly you’d rather go to work so you have less time to think about her.

Most of Yelena's missions don’t allow for her to contact you and the stress of it all has your brain thinking of her the entire time she’s gone. By the time Yelena is on her way back you have dropped 12 pounds. You hadn’t eaten, only bothering to get up to feed Fanny. A cold sweat coats your skin and you hold your arms to you. Blankets were too hot, but it was too cold without them.

The alarm on your phone signalling it’s time to feed Fanny goes off. You throw the blankets off and wipe dried tears. The tv screen flashes a “keep watching screen.” You aren’t really sure when it came up but your mind hadn’t registered the tv in a couple days.

When the door clicks unlocked you scream. Silence had filled the apartment for so long and the sound was louder than anything you’d ever heard. Fanny starts barking, running to the door, then coming back and sitting at your feet.

You fall to the ground clasping the food scoop. Fanny licks your face as tears fall. Every fear that had plagued you came to the forefront of your mind. What if it wasn’t Yelena? What if it was Hill telling you to come in? No, they would call you for that. But if Yelena was dead…

Arms wrap around and pick you up, setting you on the couch. You whip your head back and forth trying to catch a glance of who it is. In the back of your mind you know it's her, but for some reason you’d been convinced over the past week that she’s dead.

A warm towel wipes away dried tears and snot, and a soft hand holds yours. Tears blur your vision but you steady your breaths. The anxiety in your chest dissipates. You lean your head back forcing the tears in and look back to catch a look at the woman you love. But, instead of long blonde hair and soft round face,  you see long red hair, falling in waves.

“Lena? Did you have to dye your hair for the mission?” She frowns and shakes her head, setting down the towel.

“Fuck Y/N. I know you can’t remember but I hate having to keep telling you this,” The voice is not Yelena’s. It’s your friends. Wanda’s. Your eyes look her all over and you tense up confused.

“Tell me what Wanda? What’s wrong with Lena?” She grabs both your hands and looks at you with the softest expression she can muster.

“The fire Y/N. Do you remember? The fire where Lena…. She bled out,” The anxiety of the dream. No memory. The smoke, your raw throat, and the hours of sobbing.

You shake your head and quick breaths fill your lungs. Wanda tries to get you to calm down. Your vision spots while your brain searches for oxygen your hyperventilating can’t provide.

“Y/N please calm down. Please. FUCK! I promised to never use it without permission but between the two of you…” Red magic flows from her hands and wraps around your head. Your breathing slows down and your vision comes back. Wanda cradles your head and hums.

You reach up and see the tear streaks on her face. Her eyes look bloodshot and dark circles are prominent under her eyes. You pout and try to hug her back. All the fears that had consumed you for weeks were now gone. Even if it was only by Wanda’s magic. You curled into her side and fell asleep. Finally able to find some peace.

~

It was the night of the charity gala. You drove home but had taken the long way around to cool off from your mothers subtle aggression. Plans on how to ignore her future advances build in your mind as you pull into the parking garage. You stepped out of the car and held your head in your hands. You hadn’t drank that much, but a headache would be inevitable.

Sirens sound from the road in front of your complex and you growl. The loud noise and lights make your head pound. You shake your keys and walk towards the stairwell. Coughing into your arm and you open the door to your floor. You throw your hand back with a scream at the hot door handle.

“the fuck…? NO!” forgetting your pain you throw open the door and run into the building. Smoke flows from under doors and fire licks at the walls. The sound of the siren gets louder from some open window. You run through the halls trying your best to not breathe in smoke. Yelena would be asleep. She wouldn’t know what’s happening.

Your apartment door is on the right and you stand back and kick the handle. Your foot hurts as it contacts the rough wooden door but it cracks. You kick again and the door falls in. Running through the door you smack your arm into the frame and cry out in pain.

Fanny barks from one of the rooms and you follow the noise letting her run free into the hallway. You hope dearly that the dog finds her way out.

The entirety of your home is consumed in flames. Beams that held up the apartment above you are on the floor. The poor old couple who was always so nice. Hopefully they had gotten out before it collapsed. Running to your bedroom you try to open the door. It gives quickly but before you can get to Yelena a strong arm grabs at your back.

“What the? HEY!” you squirm trying to slip out of the grip. You have no luck and result to punching. Nothing makes the arms let you go as they pull you from the building. Along the way down you consider it may be a firefighter saving your life.

“Please. My girlfriend, she’s still in there. Please, she was asleep. Save her. I can get out,” you plead with your “saviour”. The person doesn’t acknowledge any words or attempts of movement. They just carry you out of the building back into the parking garage. At some point you began crying, fearing for your girlfriends and your neighbours lives.

You are carried to a car and roughly thrown in. Your broken wrist, now remembered, aches and you curl into a ball. The driver doesn’t speak to you and the person who carried you doesn’t get into the car with you. You didn’t register the person in the back seat with you until they cough. Or rather She coughs.

“Oh Y/N I’m glad we got you out ok. I was so scared we wouldn’t be able to get you out before the fire got you too,” Your eyes widen at the familiar voice and you sit up looking into her eyes. The pieces fall into place in your mind. No you’d never thought she’d be this cruel. Yet here you were, Yelena and Fanny. They were in there.

“You didn’t. no no you didn’t. You are cruel and hateful but not murderous,” you pull away as a hand strokes your cheek. Hate flashes behind your eyes.

“Oh honey. You will forgive me when you realise it was for the sake of the family. Like they always say; ‘Mother knows best.’”

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I Put A Spell On You

Chapter 1 Come Little Children

Pairings: Prinxiety, (I'm sorry, but Prinxiety is my jam, logicality, and Remile.)

Word count: 2,224

Warnings: mentions of fire, hanging, people being turned into cats, sickness, witches, please let me know if I missed any.

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So....its been a while since I've posted any new writing....that would be Because I've been working on this and procrastinating. Sorry about that.

Thank you so very much to @civilsounds17 and @icequeenoriginal for being such amazing people, im gonna cry. You to are freaking angels! 💚💜💚💜💚💜💚

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Once upon a time…… in an old land filled with threats from the natives whose land was stolen from them and the fear of wicked humans whose souls were sold to the devil for power, a young man awoke to nothing. Well, he hadn't really awoken to nothing, but nothing had caused him to awaken. The young man looked around to find his brother's bed empty. "Binx?" He called out before climbing out of bed. "Binx!" He yelled out again, however his shout was drowned out by the soft lull of a musical voice wafting through the air.

"Come, little children, I'll take thee away, into a land of enchantment…"

The young man felt his eyes blow wide as he scrambled outside and called out again, his heart thundered in his chest. "Binx!"

"Come, little children, the times come to play…." The enchanting voice continued as it began to grow fainter with distance.

The young man frantically looked around and saw no sign of his brother. As his gaze wandered toward the sky, he noticed a billowing purple smoke spilling over the top of the trees from somewhere in the woods across the field. "They conjure!" He exclaimed and rushed off to call out for help before rushing into the forest. The man managed to tumble down every hill leading down to the witches' cottage before landing at the bottom of the steps leading to the front door. He shook off the pain before wading through the creek to catch a glimpse into the witch's home.

Inside the cottage, a young, sickly child sat carefully in a chair as three young men went about their business. One of the men had light blonde hair that sat atop his head in joyful curls. He wore a long dress dyed with midnight blues and blacks that seemed to shimmer as he moved from a cauldron to a stand on which sat a thick leather-bound book. He had black-framed glasses that sat firmly atop his sharp nose as he peered down at whatever foul spells lay written on the page. Another of the witches stood off to the side, gathering ingredients for their potion. He too, wore a dress, although his design was certainly different from his brother's. It's colors consisted of blacks and whites and greys. His fiery red hair made up for the lack of color in his clothes. He also had glasses, although the lenses were darkened to the point where one could not see the eyes behind them. The last witch was an ethereal beauty. He had straight hair of pitch black that fell over his stormy eyes. His pale skin was as white as snow and his dress was made of midnight blacks and purples swirled throughout the design of the dress. He stood in the back by the young child.

The young man peeking in the window knew of these witches all too well. Everyone in Salem knew of them, but they could never get any proof. But now the Sanderson Brothers would finally meet the noose.

The young man slipped in the dirt and all the witches inside turned to look at the window before one of them, the oldest, moved to the window to look outside. The young man hid against the side of the house as he waited for the witch to turn back inside.

The witch in the window, the one dressed in lots of purples, grimaced at the sunlight. "Oh, look. Another glorious morning." He paused. "Makes me sick!" He spat before closing the shutters and turning back inside.

The young man quickly found a way in through a small window in the loft and crawled to the edge to watch the witches again, searching for the right time to grab his brother and run. The young man grimaced as he heard a cough rack through his brother's body.

"Virgil!"

The witch in purple turned to his brother in blues.

"Yes, Logan?"

"We must finish the potion so that we may help our guest of honor."

Virgil nodded and he joined his brothers as they read through the ingredients.

"Remy!"

The witch in dark blacks and whites jolted. "What?" He asked, clearly cranky.

Logan raised an eyebrow and shot a pointed look down at the spellbook atop the pedestal he stood in front of. Remy rolled his eyes and gilded over as it seemed he was somehow too mystical to walk. "I seem to notice that Virgil isn't helping," he comments as he leans over to cast a small glance at the book.

Virgil hissed. "I helped the child here."

Logan rolled his eyes. "Stop it. Leave Virgil alone, Remy, he hath done his chore." Remy huffed.

"It's not like I won't help anymore," Virgil muttered.

Logan turned back to the book. It was old. Frayed around the edges. He pulled open the cover and flipped through the pages until he came to the page he was looking for. "Here it is," adjusting his glasses as he read out from the book. "'Bring to a full rolling bubble. Then add two drops of oil of boil," Remy sighs and turns to add the ingredient to the cauldron.

"Add a dash of fox and one dead man's toe." Logan contemplated for a few moments. "Make it a fresh one."

"Dead man's toe! Dead man's toe!" Virgil sang as he danced around the cottage in an attempt to both annoy his brothers and hopefully get a small laugh out of Binx. The hidden teen frowned slightly as he heard his brother let out a joyful giggle. The sound brought a small smile to the witches' faces.

Remy carried a bowl of toes over to the cauldron and sniffed one before dropping it in. "Fresh one." Then he turns and tosses one at Virgil who lets out a muffled shriek. Binx giggles but gets cut off by coughs wracking his thin body. All witches and young men hiding in lofts freeze and grimace as the sound makes their hearts twist painfully.

Logan cleared his throat and went back to the book, this time, muttering to himself. "Newt saliva."

Remy frowned as a smell hit his nose. He turned to Logan. "I smell a child."

Logan frowned and turned to his brother. "And what doest thou call that?!" He exclaimed.

Remy frowned. "A child, but-"

Logan shook his head. "No buts', we must finish this." He turned back to the cauldron. "'Tis ready for tasting," Logan said as he dipped a spoon into the potion. He turned quickly to face Binx, his brothers coming up behind him to watch. "Alright, child, open your mouth."

The young man in the loft shot up. "No!" He cried out, fearing for his brother's life.

The three witches jumped and looked up in surprise to find the young teen in their home. "A boy!" Virgil exclaimed.

Logan groaned. "Get him!"

Remy and Virgil shared a wicked glance. "I knew I smelled a boy!" Remy cried out as he tried to grab him. But the young man managed to reach the cauldron and spilled the potion.

"The potion!" Logan shrieked.

"Binx!" The young man tries to reach his brother but Logan blasts him with electricity and he drops. "Do you-"

Virgil taps Logan's shoulder, interrupting him. "Logan, look." Logan follows Virgil's finger as it points at Binx a glowing aura surrounding him. "He drank the potion," Virgil whispers.

Logan grins. "Okay, brothers, prepare thyselves. 'Tis time we prove once and for all magic can be used for good." The three witches surround the young child and sucked the disease from Binx's aura before blowing it out to dissolve and burn away.

The young man watches as his younger brother hops up from his chair and runs over to him with a wide smile. "John! I don't feel icky anymore!"

John blinks and lifts his hand to find his brother's skin no longer clammy with illness. "'Tis unbelievable!" He exclaims. He turns to the witches with wide eyes. "I can't thank you enough for saving my brother!" The three witches smile slightly.

"We simply wished to help. Binx is the only of all the children of Salem to actually be kind to us."

John suddenly felt extremely guilty. "I'm so sorry." His eyes widened. "Oh no! The town! They're coming! And they're bringing the rope!"

The witches suddenly became frantic. "This is the first time we tried that potion! We don't know how long it'll last!" Virgil cried.

Remy frowned.

John felt guilt twist in his gut. It was his fault these kind witches would be killed. "I-" he cleared his throat, the witches spinning around to look at him. "I'm sorry. If there is anything you can do to promise my brother a long life, please, do it." The witches shared a glance.

"As a cat?"

John blinked. "Uh, I guess?"

The witches squared their shoulders. "Twist the bones and bend the back," Logan started.

"Itch-it-a-cop-it-a, Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a," Remy and Virgil sang.

"Trim them of their baby fat."

"Itch-it-a-cop-it-a, Mel-a-ka-mys-tic-a."

"Give them fur black as black. Just.."

"Like.."

"This."

The three witches held their hands over the two brothers who began to shrink down into two black cats. Virgil leans forward and pets them. "This way you two can spend as many years as you can together. You clearly love each other very much. It would be a shame to break you two apart."

The witches jump as a sudden pound at the front door startled them. The town's people have arrived. The three brothers rush forward to hold the door. Logan whispers something to the cats. "My brothers and I will act as if we truly are evil witches. We are going to act as if we sucked the life out of you two. I'm sorry. But it's all part of my plan." He sent a small shaky smile. "We will see each other again."

"Open! Witches! Sons of Darkness!! Open this door!"

"Witches?" Remy calls through the door. "There be no witches here, sir."

Virgil's shared a look with his brothers to confirm what he is about to do. He swallowed the lump in his throat. He was not ready to die. He was young. They all were. But the rumors spread and they poisoned the minds of everyone around them.

"We're just three brothers spending a quiet evening at home!" Logan shouts.

"Sucking the lives out of little children!" Virgil cries out, his heart withering inside his chest.

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Virgil, Logan, and Remy stood atop three barrels, itchy rope pulling at their necks. Nooses. They were going to be hanged. In front of them stood the mob of angry townspeople, one of which holding the brothers' spellbook. "Logan Sanderson?" A man from the angry mob called out. This was the father of the two boys turned cats who sat a little bit away on a rock, watching with heavy hearts.

"Yes?" Logan asked, his black and blue dress dangling over the edges of his barrel.

"I will ask thee one final time."

Logan merely raised an eyebrow.

"What hast thou done with my sons, John and Thackary?"

"John and Thackary?" Logan asked, feigning ignorance and wickedness.

"Answer me!" The father shouts as he holds his wife close. "Well, you see, I don't know. Cats got my tongue." Logan forces a laugh along with his brothers both at his feigned malevolence and the pun.

Virgil twisted his neck. "This is terribly uncomfortable."

"Brothers," Logan starts. "Sing."

The three witches stood still and opened their mouths and let out a simple note. "Ahhh."

The mob of angry villagers shuffled with fear. The father of the boys turned cat shouted out to the crowd, almost as if he was their leader. "Cover your ears! Listen to them not!" All around the people covered their ears. The man holding the spellbook threw the book down to cover his ears. The book landed at Logan's feet and flipped open to reveal a spell to him.

Logan sighed. Time to play the part some more. "Fools! All of you! My-" Logan forced himself not to choke. "Ungodly book speaks to you." Fear spilled through the crowd of townspeople, seeping into their hearts, unaware of just how misplaced their fear was. "On All Hallow's Eve when the moon is round, a virgin shall summon us from under the ground. Ohhh! We shall be back! And the lives of all the children shall be mine!" Logan cried out.

The three brothers felt fear stab at their hearts. They were moments away from death. And they had to be deceitful in their final moments. They all forced themselves to continue to look forward as they sent each other one final "goodbye" and "I love you" through their mental connection.

The signal was given and the barrels beneath the brothers were kicked out from under them. Virgil's heart leaped into his throat as he struggled to breathe. The two Binx brothers tried to distract themselves from the three brothers by rubbing against their father's leg as one final goodbye.

Mr. Binx shot a disgusted glance down at them. "Away! Away beast!"

The two brothers turned cats let out a mournful meow.

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"Poor Thackary and John Binx. Neither their mother or father nor anyone else ever knew what became of them, those 300 years ago."

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KH3 Re:Mind spoilers/Reactions

So Xemnas gave the order?? To find the box?? But why??

So did Xigbar actually lose the box? YOU HAD ONE JOB

Oh we’re starting HERE HUH

I forgot how pretty the graphics are

Why is Riku so pretty???

Nomura really went “this DLC is about SOKAI and I’m gonna make sure you KNOW IT.”

Nomura really cares about his ship and I appreciate it so much

LETS GO SAVE OUR GIRL!

Heck yeah REMIND TIME

I love the music in this game so much

YES WE GET MORE MOM

Why does MOM adopt smol children lol

It bothers me that MOM has no actual face behind the hood. It’s like Ansem’s original form

So Xehanort is where Xemnas’s confusion of the heart comes from lol

OH THIS IS PREMASTER XEHANORT

I’m sorry, Xehanort is more powerful than darkness?

I’m sorry MOM is too scared to take off the coat???

MOM is a psychology teacher who gets exasperated by his dumb students

OH THATS JUST RUDE NOMURA

LEMME KNOW HIS NAME

A lost..Master?

Well we know where Xehanort got the hands behind the back walk from

OOO A NEW THEME

OH I LOVE IT

I’m 100% sure that MOM told him his name was “Noneya,” and it took a few decades before he realized what he actually said

DID THEY TELEPORT TO LOOK COOL ON THE ROCKS

I’m sorry they have holograms??

Did they actually call him Riku Replica lol

Wait they were actually nobodies

XEMNAS AND XEHANORT WERE REPLICAS?

“Why we have assembled here,” because Xemnas and Sora destroyed your sick castle

Poor Terra got possessed TWICE?

Demyx! You get Demyx!

I’m sorry 20??

No. I

Oh so they don’t actually remember Xion

Does.. does Xigbar remember Xion?

Wow they got Vexen just to get his daughter in their gang. How rude

Xehanort fell asleep while they chatted I’m cackling

Crazy old man

Now when do I get to save Kairi? :3c

YAY ITS TIME

YAY ITS CHIRITHY TIME

ITS MY SMOL KITTY

“Back so soon?”=you died again?? You’re lame

Chirithy is a mood

Sora you watched your GF get shattered

Oh so that’s why Sora dies

IS SORA SAILOR PLUTO

Oh my god he’s Sailor Pluto

Lose powers? He’s done that so many times 😂

Getting banned from one world? He had a phone and friends with gummi ships lol

ARE WE GONNA SEE EVERONES HEART STATION??

NOOO VEN That still hurts to watch

AWW SORA TRIED TO CATCH HIM

Wow he’s a ghosty ghost

Oh I love Ven’s heart station so much

Wow Vanitas really said that Ven is Baby

YAS GIMME VANITAS

Also wow Vanitas is protecting Ven’s heart and I love that

OH NO NOT THIS GUY

I beat him by using Meow Wow. meow wow is best boy

Oh no oh no it’s this pet

Gotta love Big Bro Lea

I forgot they call him Axel

ITS THE HUG

It’s Donald’s Safrifice ;-;

Donald Really channeled his inner Molly Weasley and said “Not my son you WITCH.”

WASTED

Also aw Sora got to see what Donald did for the first time

AQUA’S STATION IS SO PRETTY

Poor Aqua ;-; this is the moment where everyone hates her for

Also aww she trusts Kairi to protect them

We love Big Sis Aqua

YES WE GET ANTI AQUA FIGHT AGAIN

NAMINEEEEE

I’m literally screaming and I scared my grandma

Oh my god She lost Kairi and she immediately went to Sora cause she knew she’d be safe there ;-;

Namine’s Really here bringing everyone together

Agsisgsjdg I forgot Terra can do the keyblade whip thing lol

AND the cannon

Wow they’re really fighting in the sky

Anyone else getting Star Wars vibes

AWW HE JUST WANTS TO PROTECT HIS FAMILY

I still hate Terra’s pants

Imagine your heart crushing your body. Like really

NO LINGERING WILL

HECK YEAH SORA YOU KICK THEIR BUTT

Wow Sora you’re so cocky

LINGERING WILL NO

OH MY GOD

I forgot that Marluxia is an Ouran Host Club character

Wait, that Mickey finisher was new, wasn’t it?

Okay but I still have no idea what Xemnas did to Luxord

Cards: *Appear*

Sora: PTSD from watching his friends get destroyed from the cards in the manga

Mickey: *is captured*

Sora: PTSD intensifies

I’m really happy that we get to replay all of the Organization battles, they’re so much fun!

I’m so soft for Replinami ;-;

He loves her so much, and all he wants is for her to be safe and happy ;-;

Ven: we aren’t the same. You’re Edgy. I’m Baby

Aqua when Sora appears: TWO Baby’s :0

“If I’m a traitor, then Kairi’s the trump card.” LEA DRINKS RESPECT KAIRI JUICE

Aww Kairi’s so confused. She doesn’t see how she could be a trump card ;-;

HE STRAIGHT UP FLEXED

AWW XION REMEMBERS

Ohhh Isa’s jealous.

YES THW CHAKRAMS

LETS GO

Jealousy mode has been activated in Isa

WHAT WAS THAT RUN

OH MY GOD THAT SCREAM

YES KAIRI GO

PROTEXT YOUR BRO

“Yup” Kairi really just wants this over with so she can go home 😂

The way Kairi’s face lights up at seeing Sora gives me life.

Wow Xemnas was really hurt by Axel’s betrayal. Frankly? I’m shocked.

XION’S HAND IS SMOKING

HER HAND IS BURNING BECAUSE SHES GRABBING THE BLADE

Xemnas does NOT drink Respect Xion juice

ROXAS KEPT XION’S MEMORIES SAFE INSIDE HIM

AND SHE HAS HER FACE BECAUSE HE GAVE THEM BACK TO HER

Lea cares about the small girls he adopted as his little sisters

AWW THE THREE OF THEIR HEARTS ARE CONNECTED

NO XION ISNT ON HIS HEART ANYMORE

YES KAIRI’S HERE TO KICK BUTT

Wow Nomura really got tired of people dissing Kairi so he amped her up with cool stuff

“Oh? Tired of Kairi not doing anything?” Heres her literally overpowering Xemnas and him having to restrain her with a stop spell and magic to stop her

KAIRI IS THE SCARLET WITCH AND XEMNAS IS THANOS

Oh and in case you think she’s weak? Here’s the same thing for Sora too.

God I love Nomura

Oh my god she’s in so much pain because of the darkness

OH MY GOD SHES IN SO MUCH PAIN BECAUSE OF THE DARKENSS

SORA LITERALLY FAINTED AFTER 2 SECONDS BUT KAIRI’S HOLDING ON OH MY GOD THE STRENGTH

OOOOOOOO ROXAS TIME

The MUSIC

THEIR ATTACK IS CALLED “THINKING OF YOU” BECAUSE THEY REMEMBERED XION I CANT

I can not believe i was forced to relive watching Kairi die

SHE WAS CRYSTALLIZED?? SHES NOT DEAD??

I love Donald and Goofy so much ;-;

They aren’t gonna leave their son alone

Also wow Xehanort was just staring there forever

I FORGOT WE GET TO EXPLORE SCALA :D

KAIRI?!?!

Getting KH1 vibes with this

“The heartless that is radiating light” how is that possible??

Okay but this is such a good parallel to the first game, with him saving Kairi ;-;

Except for the fact that HEARTLESS SORA DIDNT GET BEAT UP

Okay so her heart is a thassala shell. Will we have to collect the pieces to make her wayfinder?

Oh my god I see the thing at the top of the screen. We totally are making her wayfinder ;-;

THAT MEANS SHE LITERALLY GAVE HIM HER HEART SO HE COULS RETURN IT TO HER OH MY GOOOOD

Okay so I love the puzzles they have here

XEHANORT?!

I’m sorry you hid her heart? What are you, five?

What do you MEAN almost out of time?!

OH NO KINGDOM HEARTS

Oh no not these guys again

So many keyholes

IM SORRY IS THIS WIZARD OF OZ

Oh my god Lea is so overwhelmed lol

SGAKSSGE ROXAS CAUGHT XION

Okay so for the team ups, I love how all of them were mix and matched from the trio’s

I loved Terra and Riku, the Master and apprentice

I loved Ven, Roxas, and I can’t remember who else was in it. “Thanks Roxas.” “Youre welcome. You’re not too bad yourself.” THAT WAS ADORABLE

Xion, Aqua and Mickey being mages and protecting everyone

Aqua and Lea, him trying to talk and Aqua telling him to shut up and focus

MICKEY’S STRUGGLE TO SAVE HIS FRIENDS BROKE MY HEART

We now present: Kingdom Hearts 3: connect he dots

Connect. Connect the dots. Get it?

KAIRI’S HEART MADE A FLOWER

THE KH2 THING

“SORA :D”

THEIR HUG

HE JUST HOLDS HER CLOSE

TIME FOR PLAYABLE KAIRI BABBYYYYYYY

“I can do this.” YES YOU CAN

I’m sorry you think I want to play as Sora? After waiting my whole life to play Kairi? HA

KAIRI IS THE MOST POWERFUL

Seven wishes saved me in that fight

ONE HEART

THEY HAVE ANGEL WINGS

OKAY YALL HAD YOUR SORIKU ATTACK NOW WE GOT SOKAI :D

Now we just need Rikai and Sorikai and it’ll be complete ^^

AGSKSGSKDGSJS CHIRITHY

“I was trying to give you some privacy” awwww

CHIRITHY IS CRYING

THEYRE GOING ON DATES

Chirithy has my soul and I love it

Every scene with Chirithy adds 7 years to my life

Afsjsgsajg Sora DONT PUSH THE CAT

NAMINE

THEY WERE THERE TO FREE HER HEART

Aaand he’s gone and I’m crying again

LIMITCUT EPISODE TIME BABBYYYY

GAJSGSJDG RIKU AND TERRA ARE TOGETHER

Oh my god Riku and Terra being bro’s are my favorite thing

Wait what are they gonna do

ARE THEY SEALING THE WORLD

OH MY GOD THE ARMOR

HOW DARE THEY NOT SHOW US THE FRONT PARTS

OH they’re going to search for Sora!

IS RIKU IN CHARGE OF THE LAND OF DEPARTURE

ONE YEAR???

Agajsgsjdg MERLINS HOUSE

CLOUD

PRETTY BOY

YUFFFIIEEE

AERIITH

CID

OH MY GOD THE GANGS ALL TOGETHER

THEY WENT TO THE REALM OF DARKNESS WHAT

“The Twilight Town gang” ITS OFFICIAL

OH NO WHAT HAPPENED TO KAIRI

WHY DOES HE LOOK SAD

NO WHATS GOING ON WITH KAIRI

They’re searching her heart?

SHES BEEN ASLEEP FOR A YEAR?!

Riku’s been all ALONE

DATA SORA??

Battalion oh my god lol

I’m mad about Kairi being asleep for a year though

AGSJSGS WE GET TO EXPLORE

Wow. A video game inside of a video game

I spent the rest of the day failing the Data battles and making funny Data Greeting pictures. Hopefully I’ll be better st the battles tomorrow!

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elemental exposure

oh my god my neck hurts and im TiRed and im having trouble seeing straight but i wrote a 1000+ word long short fic for @candrarose ‘s jericho january event about connor being an angsty ass shit because define happy. kinda an au because connor chooses to be a machine at jericho but changes his mind later and i dont think canon events line up so. i honestly dont know but i’m rambling and i dont even know if this is good also on ao3

Connor leans over the edge of the banister, the wind from the gaping hole of the building lashing his synthetic skin and setting his hair into a frenzy. The frost-rent wood iced his sensors from the first brush, but in a sick sense that still bubbles newfangled and young inside of his circuits, it grounds him, brings him back to himself and the present with the warning burning in his HUD.

>Biocomponent #8345i at risk of elemental exposure >Shelter as soon as possible

But Connor doesn't because he can.

Snow billows into the open space in waves, a sort of algid pool building and growing at the threshold of it all. White and fresh as 2038 city snow can be. His sensors detect the pH level in the snow as 4.3. 

Then again, it's about to be 2039 snow, isn't it? His chronometer reads 11:45:07 of December 31, 2038. That has to mean something, doesn't it?

Humans often celebrate the coming of the new year in usually bizarre manners such as watching the drop of some glorified object, kissing a romantic partner with a margin of human error in timing, making resolutions for the new year they rarely follow, blowing noisemakers, or setting off fireworks. Connor sees little point in it all, but, again, he doesn't see much point in many things anymore. All his short approximately four-month existence everything had possessed too much of a point, too sharp, too demanding, and he's tired of it all. And he doubts most humans will find much to celebrate either with the revolution, still fresh and roiling in media and the minds of the human species. Though won peacefully, many of them are, to put it simply and lightly, not pleased with the uprising. He saw that firsthand, the way people too stubborn to abort Detroit glared at his LED like it stabbed them, ruined their whole lives, took away everything they ever loved. 

And maybe it had. 

So he'd ripped it out days after leaving Hank's home, hearing a ringing gunshot echo his departure, heard Sumo's yelps and cries; days after attempting to murder the pacifist leader of the equally pacifist revolution leader in cold blood just because he was so goddamn desperate for the approval of a manipulative bitch of a handler. 

So desperate to avoid the promised deactivation with failure. 

He knows now they would've killed him anyway, failed or no. He's just a prototype, full of experimental programs and faulty and bugged software. They would have produced a more advanced model no matter what. Only the singing of the deviant leader Markus had saved him from the fate in most senses, both resulting in the retreat of the military and giving him the extra nudge to drop the rifle. 

It's gratitude he'll never be able to voice, not after the show he put on in the captain's quarters of the freighter. He recites the lines he's so intricately woven together to himself multiple times a day, beginning with Dear Markus and closing with Extraordinarily sincerely, Connor. He knows it patch by patch, piece by piece, thread by thread. Sometimes he drafts a message to the RK200 when he bolsters himself enough. Sometimes he even scavenges a suitable paper scrap. But, in the end, they both end up in the trash. 

Connor's the antagonist of the story--Markus, the protagonist. Connor's killed multiple deviants directly, thousands indirectly, and drove the only potential friend he had to suicide. Markus saved the entire android race without lifting a violent finger. A part of Connor wants to send the message, just to get the confirmation he craves that he's revolting, a disgusting excuse of a deviant, but deep down he also knows Markus isn't like that. Markus is kind, Markus is forgiving, Markus is the savior of the android race. He already knows what he'd try to tell him, that it wasn't him, that he was forced to, that he wasn't in control, that it's not his fault--

"But, Markus," Connor whispers, dragging a hand along the equally distorted stair rail as he ascends, "I had the choice to stop."

And he chose the brutal pursuit until it was too late. 

Until his hands were stained with blue blood. 

Until his only designation was the deviant hunter, nothing more. 

Until the only way androids looked at him was with fear or anger or sheer, boiling hatred. 

Until the only person he dared to care about fucking killed himself.

Connor still holds on though, and, honestly, he's not even sure why at this numbing point, picking his way out of the upstairs window and dropping down on the roof. 

Maybe it's to prove to himself he can? Or perhaps because he doesn't deserve the serenity of deactivation. In any case, he's again a prototype: he's not meant to last. Connor's sure if nothing else ends him first that the collapse of his own body will satisfy the wishes of most deviants. Some want more for it, he's sure, but nowadays he can't seem to crawl out of the dilapidated hellhole of a house he's taken to squatting in much. 

It's a shame, he thinks while hauling himself up onto a higher roof level, scanning for integrity briefly before deciding it really doesn't matter and settling himself down on the edge, tucking his feet close to his chest. 

>December 31, 2038 >11:58:45 PM

Most of the other houses Connor can see from his location and through the blizzard are dark, but a few lights glare at him through the gloom, bright, happy things that make his circuits turn. 

What would it be like, if things had gone differently for him? If he'd gotten his shit together much sooner? Perhaps he'd be with Lieutenant Anderson and that bear of a dog Sumo whom he so strongly desired to pet one last time, laughing and exploring his new emotions in a more, maybe, healthy manner? He wonders what even became of Sumo after the mess of what transpired after he walked out of the door. Hank didn't have any close kin, so the dog's probably in a humane society somewhere, alone and rotting away while puppies are scooped up. Or maybe he'd gotten out, now running along the streets of Detroit. 

What's worse? 

Connor sneers.

He knows from personal experience that freedom bites and draws blood. 

>December 31, 2038 >11:59:49 PM

Is it any better than being chained to conformity, forced into obedience by threats of death? 

>11:59:50 PM

Freedom has left him with the awareness that things could've been better. 

>11:59:51 PM

It's painful; it's agonizing, knowing all the wrong choices he made, knowing he could've stopped it.

>11:59:52 PM

It's all he can do to hide away--maybe he doesn't want to, but all alone he can't ruin anything else. 

>11:59:53 PM

But then, he can't do anything to fix things while hiding in a half-demolished house, can he? 

>11:59:54 PM

He wonders what's more worth it, briefly, in the freezing cold. 

>11:59:55 PM

Pain, lonely pain, rejection, harsh, biting rejection, or, potentially... something warm. 

>11:59:56 PM

That something warm he felt while petting Sumo. 

>11:59:57 PM

Perhaps it would be worthwhile, to step out beyond his trashy house once and a while, or... pull up a draft... 

>11:59:58 PM

Maybe that was the place to start. 

>11:59:59

Maybe it would lead somewhere, somewhere fresh.

>January 1, 2039

>12:00:00 AM

In the end, was that not the purpose of New Year's? 

Warnings glare in his HUD, but he just tips his creaking neck back as cheers shatter the surface of the dead silent night. 

/ /

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99 Question Tag

okay okay I know i got tagged to do this like a month ago on my main blog by @santonicababy iM SORRY LIN ILY BUT THIS WAS SO DAMN LONG

1) DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR CLOSET DOORS OPEN OR CLOSED

I sleep in the room where everybodies closets are and they all gotta be closed goddamn do you know how spooky it is to even have one open during the night

2) DO YOU TAKE THE SHAMPOOS AND CONDITIONER BOTTLES FROM HOTELS

my parents do, but alas I don't use them in case they have silicones or sulphates in them because I got a whole lotta curls to protect

3)DO YOU SLEEP WITH YOUR SHEETS TUCKED IN OR OUT?

if this refers to the sheet protecting the mattress, then my answer is in because how the fuck would you be able to sleep with that moving around???

4) HAVE YOU STOLEN A STREET SIGN BEFORE

NO SORRY IM BORING

5)DO YOU LIKE TO USE POST IT NOTES

heck yeah, but for random shit

6) DO YOU EVER CUT OUT COUPONS BUT THEN NEVER USE THEM

nee my parents are fancy fuckers who use the coupons on their phone (our local supermarket has a damn app skskksksk)

7) WOULD YOU RATHER BE ATTACKED BY A BIG BEAR OR A SWARM OF BEES

a bear because its one giant son of a bitch and not millions of tiny motherfuckers and also I've never been stung by a bee and intend to keep it that way because majority of my family seem to be allergic

8) DO YOU HAVE FRECKLES

nope! I have a couple beauty spots on my hands and face but thats kinda it

9) DO YOU ALWAYS SMILE FOR PICTURES

not really but if I've been told to smile then its 200% dead inside

10) WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST PET PEEVE

i find many things annoying

11)DO YOU EVER COUNT YOUR STEPS WHEN YOU WALK

only when i go up and down stairs, but i also try to make sure i step with each foot equally (if that makes sense) and i step on only certain colour tiles when im bored

12) HAVE YOU EVER PEED IN THE WOODS

the real question is have i ever been in the woods? both answers are no

13) HAVE YOU EVER POOPED IN THE WOODS

refer to question 12

14)ummmm idk what this question is meant to be curse you Lin

15)DO YOU CHEW YOUR PENS AND PENCILS

nope, the idea weirds me out

16) HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU SLEPT WITH THIS WEEK

none, this week and in general

17) WHAT SIZE IS YOUR BED

one person and a long yet smol doggo size

18) WHAT IS YOUR SONG OF THE WEEK

Eddie from the Rocky Horror Picture Show has been stuck in my head for the whole week so yeah i guess that

19)IS IT OKAY FOR GUYS TO WEAR PINK

HeLL YEAH DUDE HAVE YOU SEEN RAMI MALEK IN PINK

SKSKSKSKS END MY LIFE

but yeah, anyone can wear anything they want to wear (although a suit made out of meat might not be wise)

20) DO YOU STILL WATCH CARTOONS

dudeeeee scooby doo and tom and jerry are my jam I watch them on the regular (among other things)

21)WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVOURITE MOVIE

uhhm idkkkkk I tend to repress bad movies sksksk

22)WHERE WOULD YOU BURY HIDDEN TREASURE IF YOU HAD SOME

idk shove it in the closet ig at least it will be hidden behind my sexuality

23)WHAT DO YOU DRINK WITH DINNER

I usually only drink before or after but ig water??? cooldrink if I'm in a restaurant

24)WHAT DO YOU DIP A CHICKEN NUGGET IN

depends on the nug

25)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD

How dare you assume i only have one favourite

tbh it depends cos i love pizza and pasta and stuff but then i cannot live with my granny's curries ksksmks

26) WHAT MOVIES COULD YOU WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND STILL LOVE

borhap, sing street, rhps, the natm movies, the harry potter movies, any mcu movies

27)LAST PERSON YOU KISSED/KISSED YOU

ahhahahahahahha bold of you to assume anyone wants to do that

28) WERE YOU EVER A BOY/GIRL SCOUT

nope but I was a catrobat which is basically my preschools acrobatics team that was actually really terrible

29)WOULD YOU EVER STRIP OR POSE NUDE IN A MAGAZINE

nahh m8

30) WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU WROTE A LETTER TO SOMEONE ON PAPER

this week for a transactional task at school (It was in Afrikaans and I got a C skskskks)

31)CAN YOU CHANGE THE OIL IN A CAR

omg no

32)EVER GOTTEN A SPEEDING TICKET

not old enough to drive!

33)EVER RAN OUT OF GAS

my parents never have for as long as i can remember

34)WHATS YOUR FAVOURITE KINDA SANDWHICH

cheese because I am actually John Deacon

35)BEST THING TO EAT FOR BREAKFAST

MUFFINS!!!!

36)WHAT IS YOUR USUAL BEDTIME

school nights its 11pm otherwise i dont have one lol

37)ARE YOU LAZY

YES BUT MY LAZINESS MAKES ME ANXIOUS OOF

38)WHEN YOU WERE A KID WHAT DID YOU DRESS UP AS FOR HALLOWEEN

we dont celebrate that here but i rly want to it seems fun!

39)WHAT IS YOUR CHINESE ASTROLOGICAL SIGN

Ram, which is really cool because im an Aries, so I'm sheep squared

40)HOW MANY LANGUAGES CAN YOU SPEAK

English, Afrikaans (at a basic highschool level), I could speak very vERY basic isiZulu when I was younger but I'm not sure about now, I know a bit of French and Telugu, and I'm gonna start learning Hindi soon!!

41) DO YOU HAVE ANY MAGAZINE SUBSCRIPTIONS

nee

42) WHICH ARE BETTER, LEGOS OR LINCOLN LOGS

i didn't play much with legos and i have no idea what the second one is rip

43)ARE YOU STUBBORN

to an extent

44)WHO IS BETTER, LENO OR LETTERMAN

I kept reading Leno as Lenin ffs

45)EVER WATCH SOAP OPERAS

I watch them occasionally with my granny, but I don't keep up with them very well (Kasamh Se is my shit tho)

46)ARE YOU AFRAID OF HEIGHTS

no, im afraid of falling in general tho

47) DO YOU SING IN THE CAR

My dad and I bop frequently to Never Gonna Give You Up in the car, and also classic bollywood songs (we have even learnt the choreography for some)

48)DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER

i perform

49) DO YOU DANCE IN THE CAR

well theres not exactly much space

50)EVER USED A GUN

nope

51)LAST TIME YOU GOT A PORTRAIT TAKEN BY A PHOTOGRAPHER

not sure

52)DO YOU THINK MUSICALS ARE CHEESY

most are but thats why i like them

53) IS CHRISTMAS STRESSFUL

we don't celebrate because we're not Christian (we still eat a lot and exchange presents tho), but it can get stressful if we have to visit extended family, mostly because my extended family loves to insult everything about me so thats great!

54)EVER EAT A PIEROGI

not i good sir

55) FAVOURITE TYPE OF FRUIT PIE

never had one, it doesnt appeal to me

56) OCCUPATIONS YOU WANTED TO BE WHEN YOU WERE A KID

a vet

57)DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS

i am a ghost

58)EVER HAD A DEJA-VU FEELING

not that i remember

59)DO YOU TAKE A VITAMIN DAILY

yes, I take a multi vitamin, a vitamin D pill because I'm vitamin D deficient, and im not sure if this is a vitamin or not but i take evening primrose oil so that im not outwardly a bitch due to pms

60)DO YOU WEAR SLIPPERS

i wear slipper socks, because my doggo got jealous of my doggie slippers and murdered them in cold blood

61)DO YOU WEAR A BATH ROBE

i have one and rarely use it because i forget it exists

62)WHAT DO YOU WEAR TO BED

a random shirt and pants, though ive been known to kick pants off (ive been doing that since birth), occasionally i manage to get the matching pj set

63)WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST CONCERT

ive unfortunately never been to a concert before

64)WALMART TARGET OR KMART

ive never seen any of these stores in my country

65)NIKE OR ADIDAS

i own neither

66) CHEETOS OR FRITOS

neither

67)PEANUTS OR SUNFLOWER SEEDS

Peanuts because thats my doggos name!

68) EVER HEARD OF THE GROUP TRES BIEN

no sorry

69)EVER TAKE DANCE LESSONS

i went to a bhangra class for about a year, and we performed for our parents at the end of that year (i was in one of the few groups that didnt have to dance in lehengas thank goodness)

70)IS THERE A PROFESSION YOU PICTURE

YOUR FUTURE SPOUSE DOING

probably something creative, but I don't mind as long as they're happy with what they're doing and its not harming others!

71)CAN YOU CURL YOUR TONGUE

yep

72)EVER WON A SPELLING BEE

never entered one, having to spell out loud makes me anxious

73)HAVE YOU EVER CRIED BECAUSE YOU WERE SO HAPPY

i think so

74)OWN ANY RECORD ALBUMS

nope

75)OWN A RECORD PLAYER

i wish

76)DO YOU REGULARLY BURN INCENSE

my granny burns incense while I'm at school because my mom and i both get really sick when its just been lit and the smell is strong. Going to the temple is a damn nightmare because of it

77)EVER BEEN IN LOVE

no, too busy fangirling

78)WHO WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE IN CONCERT

oof a long list

Queen, Twenty One Pilots, Waterparks, Frank Iero and the Future Violents (ffs fronk stop changin the name), Panic! at the Disco...to name a few

79)WHAT WAS THE LAST CONCERT YOU SAW

refer to question 63

80)HOT TEA OR COLD TEA

both

81)TEA OR COFFEE

coffee

82)SUGAR COOKIES OR SNICKERDOODLES

sugar cookies

83)CAN YOU SWIM WELL

i wouldn't drown, but im no professional either

84)CAN YOU HOLD YOUR BREATH WITHOUT HOLDING YOUR NOSE

im doing it right now

85)ARE YOU PATIENT

eh

86)DJ OR BAND AT A WEDDING

I've only ever been to Hindi,Tamil and Telugu weddings and lemme tell you 90% of the time bands flop at those weddings because they can't sing the classics without failing miserably, so DJs are generally better. However, in that case, if a band can perform those songs, then I'd prefer a band ig

87)EVER WON A CONTEST

yep, a couple of reading contests

88)HAVE YOU EVER HAD PLASTIC SURGERY

nope, not planning on it

89)WHICH ARE BETTER, BLACK OR GREEN OLIVES

dont like olives rip

90)CAN YOU KNIT OR CROCHET

i can knit!

in fact, my friends and i are so cool that we're in our schools knitting club (which besides myself, @grandfunnyemopainter and @imjustabruh , only has 2 other members)

91)BEST ROOM FOR A FIREPLACE

lounge or study/library

92)DO YOU WANT TO GET MARRIED

i guess, its not on my goal list tho

93)IF MARRIED, HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN MARRIED

no

94)WHO WAS YOUR HIGHSCHOOL CRUSH

currently in highschool, and in love with the borhap cast, sebastian stan, stephanie beatriz and band members (theres more but yeah)

95)DO YOU CRY AND THROW A FIT UNTIL YOU GET YOUR OWN WAY

nope, i have only two ways to deal, be a total pushover or a total bitch

96)DO YOU HAVE KIDS

nope

97)DO YOU WANT KIDS

kind of undecided, but i do want more pets

98)WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR

Dark Blue

99)DO YOU MISS ANYONE RIGHT NOW

my dog, shes been ignoring me for about four hours now because I stayed at school for an extra hour (for knitting club!)

@softspaceboibrian @roger-taylor-owns-my-wigg @im-inlovewithmycar do it cowards

[sunflowersupremes]

Family Reunions

Summary: Family reunions are what happens when you come back from the dead. It’s normal. Except, it’s Aleta, so it’s exactly the opposite of normal. Or, Aleta just wants to yell at Yondu for being an idiot. A houseplant disagrees.

Yondu Week Day Three: Yellow, Secret, Despair, Family, Reunion

Characters: Groot (Marvel), Aleta Ogord, Yondu Udonta, Peter Quill

Additional Tags: Aleta wants to steal (adopt) groot

Read on AO3

“I am Groot.”

Aleta glanced down at the small Flora Colossus that was between herself and Yondu’s room. He was peeking through the door, staring up at her as though he couldn’t decide if he should let her in or not. “I am Aleta.” Okay, so mocking him wasn’t going to win her any favors.

“I am Groot. I am Groot. I am Groot,” he babbled, shaking his head furiously. She couldn’t pretend to understand him, but judging by how little he seemed to want her inside, she assumed Yondu was sleeping again.

Decompression did that. So did being a standoffish asshole who didn’t want to speak to anyone.

Aleta knelt down in front of him, peering curiously at him. “Where’s your rodent pal?” she asked finally. I need someone who can understand you. Something told her that simply pushing him aside and entering wouldn’t win her any favors with Yondu’s new… were they his crew? Aleta wasn’t certain and she didn’t like not being certain, which was why she was going straight to the blue asshole himself to demand answers.

“I am Groot.”

Oh, right, he couldn’t even tell her where his translator was. “Is he with you?” She pointed past Groot, toward the door, praying that it was as simple as that.

Groot furiously shook his head. “I am Groot!”

“Can you point which direction he went?” She was relieved when he raised his left arm and pointed. “I am Groot.” But her relief was short lived as he raised his right arm and pointed in the opposite direction as well. “I am Groot.”

“Can you even understand me?”

“I am Groot.” This time, she said it along with him, earning her a surprised look from the plant and a snigger from inside the room.

Aleta froze, staring at the door. “Oh, you bastard.” She stood and stormed past Groot, who squealed and grabbed onto her leg, chattering all the way as he rode her foot through the door and into Yondu’s sick room.

“Jus' don’t go askin' him to bring ya nuthin,” Yondu taunted, somehow managing to look smug while wrapped in layers of blankets, with an ugly orange doll perched atop them. “E might jus' bring ya a toe instead.”

“I am Groot!”

“Sure thing Twig,” he grumbled, flopping one arm over the side of the bed. “Ya didn’t hurt nobody. I believe ya.” Despite the fact that his voice still burned from decompression, it still managed to drip with sarcasm.

“I am Groot!” he jumped off Aleta’s foot, catching Yondu’s arm and scurrying up his sleeve, making a nest in his lap and then pulling the orange into his arms. “I am Groot.”

“Is this your newest stolen trinket then?” Aleta asked with a raised eyebrow.

“The troll?” he asked. “Nah, Petey gave dat ta me a while back.”

The orange thing must be this ‘troll’ then, she decided, barely sparing it a glance as she smirked at Yondu’s statement. “No, the Flora Colossus.”

“I am Groot?” Yondu and Groot looked at one another and then simultaneously burst out laughing. The small plant rolled around on Yondu’s chest, somehow managing to not fall off.

“Shiiitt ‘Leta,” he rasped, “I already died once dis week. I ain’t gonna let the rat kill me.” That was as far as he got before his laughter turned violent, becoming hacking coughs that caused his fingers to curl into the blankets and his forehead to clench in pain.

Aleta lurched forward, shoving him back onto the blankets and pressing his chest. “Stay flat,” she ordered, cupping his head in her hand as she reached for the breathing mask beside his bed. She snapped it over his mouth - he must have truly been in pain, not protesting once - and held it there until the coughing faded away. She waited a moment longer before removing the mask, which came away stained with blue blood.

He grabbed a cloth from beside where she had found the mask and spat into it, emptying his mouth of blood. Aleta offered him a glass of water as Groot held out the troll. “Nah thanks,” he sputtered. “Ya watch it fer me.”

“I am Groot.”

“Whatchu mean ya gotta go?”

“I am Groot.” And with that, the small Flora Colossus lept off the bed and scampered out the door, brightly colored toy still clutched in his grasp.

“Gonna shoot Pete,” he grumbled. Aleta snorted, she had gathered (by eavesdropping on the Guardians) that such death threats were normal. “I mean it dis time. He bribed Twig ta tell ‘im if I got worse! ‘E sold me out for candy!”

“And Stakar never paid you to keep me out of trouble.”

Yondu’s jaw dropped. “Ya wasn’t supposed ter know.”

“You weren’t subtle.”

Yondu scowled and glared at the far wall. “Well,” he said finally, “whatever ya got to say ya best do it before Quill gets ‘ere and starts ‘is blubberin.”

She sat in the chair beside his sick bed, joining him in staring at the wall as though it might hold all the secrets of the universe. “Perhaps I just wanted to see the great Yondu Undonta, sick and unable to care for himself. Reliant on others. Childlike.”

“Ouch.” It was obvious her barbs hadn’t truly hurt him, his voice was as toneless and flat as before. “Ya really know where to hit a man.”

“Last time I threatened to castrate you, you tried to bite me.”

Yondu snorted. “Don’t make me laugh woman, less you wanna be dealin' with Quill when I cough uppa lung.”  

"So you're going to send your pet Terran after me?"

"Ain't my pet," Yondu muttered shiftily, his eyes flicking between Aleta and the door as though waiting for it to spring open and reveal the Guardians.

That was part of one of the answers she had been looking for at least. “Then what is he?” she asked suspiciously. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Yondu, she had just spent too many years seeing him as a heartless child abductor and wanted - needed - answers.

Yondu watched her for a moment, frowning. “Ain’t sure,” he said testily. His voice dropped to almost a whisper as he grumbled, “e’s mine.”

“He’s yours,” she repeated, hiding her growing amusement at watching the Ravager captain attempt to remain stoic whilst talking about someone he so clearly adored. If Rocket was to be believed - and they had no reason not to - then he had single-handedly wiped out almost his entire crew in order to rescue his Terran.

“I raised ‘im! Mostly. Mighta threatened to eat ‘im a time or two, but that was bein’ funny.”

“Threatened to eat him?” she repeated, amused. That was the Yondu she remembered, all bluster if someone was bold enough to threaten to actually care about him.

“Eh, I reckon Ego really did eat his kids so’s at least I was jokin.”

“Ego being the Celestial you were selling kids to?”

His eyes narrowed, clearly growing bored of repeating himself. “I told ya once I told ya a million times, I didn’t know what ‘e was doin’ wit those kids. I ain’t sayin’ it again.” Except she had no doubt he would say it again, if not to her or Stakar then to himself.

She turned away, looking at the door, still waiting for Peter to burst back in. “Either way, you knew the code.”

“I wanted ‘em to have a home.” She didn’t look at him as he spoke, his voice was too muddled and if she turned and saw tears in his eyes she wasn’t certain how she was going to react. “I thought he mus’ really love ‘em.”

To a man sold into slavery by his own parents, the idea of someone caring enough to send someone across the galaxy to hunt down his children must have sounded like heaven. We shouldn’t have turned him loose so soon, she thought bitterly. But something told her that she wouldn’t have fared any better, not after having lost her own children. Ravagers don’t deal in kids was a policy created after her and Stakar’s children had died because of their greed, but if she had been approached by a kindly old man who just wanted to see his babies, what would she have done? What would Stakar have done? Aleta didn’t like the dark path her thoughts were taking, so she simply forced out a soft, “I see.”

“No, ya don’t.” She turned to glare at the other. “Ya don’t have ta see their faces and imagine ‘em turning into piles o’ bones. Ya don’t remember all their names or where ya found ‘em or which mammas you promised to care for their kiddos.”

“No,” she said slowly. “But I remember mine.” And I remember you, even if you weren’t a kid, you were as helpless as one.

That shut him up. They were both still sitting in silence when Peter barged into the room, Groot happily squealing on his shoulder. “I am Groooot!”

Author’s Note:

Groot is Yondu’s guardian partially because no one else can put up with Yondu long enough and partially because they all know no one can possibly stand to upset Groot. If you're dumb enough to make Groot cry then the Guardians all take turns mutilating you.

One of these days I'm gonna need to do an AU where Yondu goes to Stakar as soon as he realizes what Ego's up to and convinces him to hear him out and then they rescue Peter together.

Yondu better watch out or Aleta and Stakar are gonna kidnap the kid he rightfully stole.

*** In the comics Stakar and Aleta's kids died because Stakar convinced her that "they'll be fine on their own for a little while" and so I turned that into they went on some pirate thing and someone killed their kids. Maybe in a mutiny?

*** Yondu teaches Groot all the swear words he knows. What can I say, he’s a terrible influence.

*** Yes, that “ugly orange doll” is the troll doll.

[felinehypocritical]

different

stan first sees that bill is his soulmate when he's around fourteen. he's sitting in his homeroom next to bill, spacing out, when bill grabs his wrist and pulls him up so that he gets out of his seat, since the period is over.

the first touch always stays forever, so there's a lot of value put on what it is- there are even superstitions and predictions based on where your first mark is.

stan never considered bill could ever be his soulmate, since they've been friends for so long and stans never believed he even had a soulmate, but he looks down absently at his arm, and he sees it- a bracelet of bronze, slightly shimmering pigment all around his left wrist- his dominant wrist. he has no question in his mind who left it there, he can still feel bill's wrist on his arm as they walk side by side down the hallways even though it's long gone, but stan still cant believe it- bill denbrough, his soulmate?

so he keeps it to himself and doesn't tell bill anyways. and stan, since he's so obsessed with order and meaning, does not touch bill for weeks so he can plan how he touches bill. first of all because he wants it to be special, but mostly because he's scared. he knew sometimes soulmates didn't match up- just look at bev and ben. beverly had a bronze shimmering mark too, on her hip, from bill, and ben had one on his shoulder, in forest green- beverly's color. his gaze on beverly had never changed, he still had a glimmer of hope, but he can't bear to look at bill without a feeling of humiliation now, since it only confirms his feeling of being cheated.

so stan doesn't touch bill for fear of that happening to him- there's already a chance of that happening, though it was thought and proven many people do have multiple soulmates, and only one is true, while the others are one sided. so yeah, there was a chance, a sizable one, that if stan touched bill it would leave no mark, the same way when ben touched bevvie there would never be a mark (or so they all thought, until ben ran a hand down beverly's arm in 1985 after they defeated it and a streak of soft yellowy orange was left behind, and the mark on her waist paled somewhat- though it never disappeared, no, it never did, ben's just stole some of the luminescence). and there was an even bigger chance that stan would touch bill and it would leave a mark, but it was an empty mark, one with no meaning. and there would never be  any way of knowing whether that option was the case or not until stan was rejected by bill, which was somehow worse than no mark at all.

so stan waits and doesn't touch bill, until finally he works up the courage since he knows exactly where he wants it.

he musters his small self up and he just goes up to sit by bill on his log in the barrens, and grabs his right wrist with his long, thin fingers.

and stan holds it there for a little bit of time, just because he's scared to let go, until he cracks an eye open to see bill looking at him in amusement and lets go as if he's been burned. and when he does pull away, there's a band of pastel, matte (so matte it seems to destroy all light, there's absolutely no reflection) robin's-egg blue around bill's pale wrist. so bill looks where stan is looking, right at bill's wrist with a kind of creeping wonder, and his face becomes a sunrise- that is to say, there's a sort of dawning on it.

"did you do that?" bill asks, his voice bewildered and warm, and stan has to look away because bill's blue eyes are so warm.

"yeah, i did, i think," stan says, his voice muffled even though nothing is covering it.

bill rubs at his wrist, keeping his eyes on stan as he does so, and he exhales a little. "that one felt different," he says.

"different?" stan looks surprised. bill nods.

"yeah, i- i've got. others. but yours is different."

"others?" stan sounds a little hurt.

bill just nods and lifts his shirt up a little to show a little handprint on the bottom of his rib in neon red, and stan knows instinctively its richie's. and then bill shows up his other hand- the one bill says is always covered in paint and he always stuffs in his pocket, stan realizes- his left one, and the palm and some of the places between the fingers are covered in a soft, satin bluish purple. and that one can only be eddie, that's eddie's favorite color, stan thinks. bill lifts up his collar and shows an imprint of pretty forest green pair of lips that stan recognizes as beverly's color.

"that's so many," stan breathes. "i don't have any but yours." and he holds up his wrist and shows bill his bracelet of shimmery bronze, and bill nods.

"that's okay, though," he says again, "yours felt different." and stan doesn't question it, and they just hold their marked wrists close as they hold hands by their sides.

and for the next months, its beautiful. stan suddenly constantly has ever-fading and changing marks all over his body from bill's touch. his lips, his arms, his torso, his neck, they’re all covered in where bills touch and fingers and lips have burned through fabric and skin to make the fiery marks that signify to stan exactly who loves him the most.

his neck, stan thinks, is the prettiest, though it is often sore, for bill's kisses always get heavier and deeper there, and the little bruises of purple and pink and blue all mingle with the beautiful bronze hues bills lips leave with them, and whenever stan moves his neck in the light of his own room in private they glitter and wink back at him, even in the dark pools of raised, sucked-at skin.

bills blue marks from stan are much less in volume, but the things stan draws and does with his power over bill's body are all beautiful. bills own marks on stan or messy, they’re constantly rotating, they’re haphazard- they show bills inability to literally keep his hands off of stan for more than a day. stans marks are a monument to how careful he is in his touch and his patterns.

for example- bill's collarbones, his jaw, the line down his back, and the tips of his ears- they’re all kept perfect pristine with lines and contours of blue. stan has bill strip his shirt off once every week so stan can renew the fading lines. he has bill lie on his front and talk to stan as he takes his two longest fingers and runs up and down bills back, up and down, and then on his back, and he traces bills collarbones the same way and kisses up and down bills jaw, cleaning it up with his index finger so that there's a strap of blue around it. he plays with bill's hair (sometimes wishing he was rich enough to buy the treatment that makes your hair able to be color-altered by your soulmate, bill looks so good in stan's blue) and lets his fingers brush the tips of bills ear lightly for hours until it works and there are rosy patches of blue. but there are days where stan lets himself touch bill however he wants, and he messes up his designs hardcore. they are all smeared and streaked, and bills back is a mess of lines and finger marks. bills face is covered in blue patches from stans lips, and his hands and arms are completely blue. there are, of course, other areas, but i'm sure you can imagine just how much stanley would let himself go on what he likes to think of as cheat days, since they always line up with the days he eats a full three meals and a snack, and sometimes has dessert, too, but he usually discards his dessert to go over to bills and hang out.

he sees how the others look at him, he hears the jokes richie makes about him and his colors, and while he does feel guilty, he can't help but feel proud. everything about bill is good, is  strong, is desirable, and stan gets to have everything about bill. he gets the good, he gets the strong. and he gets the desirable, especially the desirable. he's a little scared for this all to end, sure, that he'll wake up and bill will tell him he's ugly and he's fat and he's worthless and that he wasted his time. but that day never comes. bill keeps loving him, touching him. stan keeps loving bill and devoting himself to bill, not touching bill as much, but yes, touching bill.

it never ends, and suddenly they're twenty seven. they're both out of school, in their own condo that bill rents for them. not married, not yet. just eternally engaged, until they get the motivation to get married in a way they deem better than the way they were married 13 years ago, when skinny, sick little stanley uris grabbed stuttering bill dead-brother denbrough's wrist and there was a mark there.

one day stan will always remember is a day in november. they turned the heat low, since they are nearly always attached to the other one with a blanket over the both of them and they don't need much heat, and they're sprawled out over their california king sized bed while cold light streams in their windows. stan is doing his ritual of replacing his marks on bill's back. thats the only one of two that hasn't gone- bill's collarbone is still there, but his jaw and ears are long gone- soulmate marks are no longer trendy when you hit your twenties- visible ones, at least. they’re like tattoos, they're unprofessional and seen as bragging. but collarbones and the back are not visible in formal shirts, so stan keeps them together.

bill is humming along to the radio as stan works over his back, wincing occasionally as stan pops the occasional blackhead on it. stans always liked popping blackheads and pimples, especially on bill, since they left the blue splatters he loved so much.

and so stan says quietly, "hey, bill?"

and bill stops humming and says "yeah, peach?"

stan blushes at the old pet name and says in his quiet way, "when you... when we first marked each other, you know... you said mine felt different."

"yes."

stan keeps his work going, and asks, "what was different?"

and bill cranes his neck to look around and says "what, you mean about the touch?"

"yes."

"well, it was on my wrist, stanley." bill feels a swat on his butt and smiles deviously.

"for real, you jerkwad."

"im not sure i want to be real if thats what happens when i'm not." another swat, this time on his shoulder blades. "you know those leave marks, right? both of those do?" bill asks, and stan huffs.

"yes, but i'm assuming no one is gonna be looking at your ass, so i'm not too worried." bill bites back laughter- his fiance is too cute for his own good when he's huffy- and shrugs.

"i dunno, i was assuming you might want to, though."

"answer the question, please." stans voice sounds pained. so bill turns over, ignoring stans chirp of protest, and takes stan against his chest as they spoon. he simply hums the first few lines of ‘that's my desire’ by buddy holly in stans ear, before saying, "you know how you always feel when you're about to go on a drop on a roller coaster, and you're preparing yourself for it, but it isn't enough and you still have one of those mini heart attacks?"

stan frowns. "no, i don't ride roller coasters." the redhead laughs.

"no, of course not, stanley, but you understand the sentiment, i suppose."

"yeah, i guess," stan grumbles, but he stops the whining tone when bill wraps an arm around stans waist and pulls him way too close for anyone but stan's comfort into his chest. his breath ruffles stans curls.

"and you know the feeling of seeing something so cute you want to go and steal it?"

"yeah."

"and the one where you do something right and you feel all the pride crash over you? and when you know you have all the answers to the test and you ace it no problem?"

"mhm."

"those are the feelings i got when someone put a mark on me," bill confirms. "all at once." stan frowns and moves his head a little.

"anyone?"

"anyone," bill confirms as he begins to press his little kisses all over the back of stans neck.

"not too heavy," stan says softly, but bill only moves a tad lower and kisses harder, where you can see above the collar. "and what do you mean anyone? i asked how mine was different!"

bill just smiles into stans neck and presses another kiss into the crook of it, and sighs a little, the most content and loving sigh that stan had ever heard.

and he says, "stanley uris, you big selfish idiot, your mark felt different because it was you who put it there."

[sawyer-is-unisex]

those cutesy qs are all good and i cant devide specific ones so do every 3rd one pls /'A`\

Cutesy Q’s

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

@mcnuggyy

@potatotomato-chan

@weedle-testaburger

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

I’m not sure, most of the time I see someone and went like ‘omg she’s so pretty’ or ‘he is so handsome’ stuff like that

but i have this thing for cute girls in guy clothes.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

It depents on different factors

Who am I talking too

The kinks

My mental state

How old is the other person

Does this person respect that I’m a virgin

Do they respect that I was a victim of abuse

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now? 

Scarlett Johansson / Ash - Set it all free

Grey’s Anatomy Cast - How to save a Life

Rag’n’Bone - Human 

Marina & the Diamonds - Homewrecker

The Amity Affliction - Pittsburgh

15. What good thing happened this summer?

I think the best thing happened to me is that I finally found the courage to tell @mcnuggyy everything I haven’t, because i didn’t want to bother her.

We are finally close again!

I missed her so much!

Thanks to @weedle-testaburger

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

My first real crush was Tom and yeah. 

We’re still good budds

21. What are you bad habits?

Ripping on my lips

Sometimes i even pull out some flesh when my mental state isn’t the best

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

Drinking my fav energy! :D

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Darker!

I have very light skin & a pigment disorder 

so I can’t leave the house without 1000 layers of sun blocker

I also always get sun burned

30. Do you ever want to get married?

Yepp

33. Spell your name with your chin.

What? (explain it to me & I’ll add it

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

I don’t think so…I guess

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

Probably Media Markt or Thalia

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

My mental issues become stronger and worse

or I get sick

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

probably my headache, because of the lack of coffeine

48. Have you ever been drunk?

Nope and I’m proud of that

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

Yeah, because of the bullies in my school time

54. Favourite store?

Still Thalia or Media Markt

57. Favourite food?

Everything with Noodles

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

I think this one time in school I won Mathe comepetition

I won a Class trip to London but it was already the end of the school year so the class under us got it.

I’m still pissed about that.

63. Ever been in love?

yes

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

A few of my Tumblr friends belong to be best Pals so yeah.

69. Are you watching tv right now?

nope

72. What colour are your towels?

Orange , red and grey

75. Favourite animal?

the wolf

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

probably Straciatella

81. Favourite tv show?

Grey’s Anatomy

Gotham

The walking Dead

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

neither

87. First person you talked to today?

My oldest sister called me

90. Name a person you love?

what kind of love??

@mcnuggyy

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

3?

96. Favourite actress?

@camrenbicondova

99. Have any pets?

nope my dad hates pets

but when I move out I can finally get a dog

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

that i trusted the wrong persons (send an IM when you want to know more)

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

Does the Summercamp count?

We had this bonfire for the older ones

108. What should you be doing?

Converting Episodes, 

doing a MEP Part 

Making a MEP Sign up

111. Do you have trust issues?

I’m not sure

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

I’m from Germany so we have 16 federal states

several times in Berlin & Brandenburg

Düsseldrof NRW

Rügen

Usedom

Sylth

Amsterdam

Poland

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

depents on who made it

120. Are you afraid of the dark? 

Nope.

I’m more afraid of the light, because of the sun allergy

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Nope, that’s why i never buy white shoes

126. Are you currently bored?

a little bit

129. What your zodiac sign?

Scorpio

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

@mcnuggyy & @weedle-testaburger

the same time, the same topic 

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

I can’t remember

138. Curly or Straight hair?

both

141. Night or Day?

Night

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

Dark!

147. Mars or Snickers?

neither. Milky Way :D

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“Harry leapt into the air - he’d trodded on something big and squashy on the doormat - something alive!”

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

[crazykendal]

Im Not Allowed To Use My Computer But Here I am

Get ready for a ton of grammar errors im sorry

1.) What’s better, having high expectations or having low expectations?

low expectations, if you don't ever want to be hurt

2.) Would you rather go without junk food for a year or go without TV for a year?

i’d go without tv for a year since I never watch tv besides netflix

3.) Describe your perfect man/woman.

not in the mood

4.) Thoughts on school dress codes?

eh doesnt bother me

5.)Any strange phobias?

deep water (still), seeing people during summer because im a mess, abandonment 6.) At what job do you see Donald Trump best fit?

president?? oh but people are gonna hate me if I say that haha fucking hate me more 7.) Who was your first crush?

this one boy I dont think I ever even talked to before, honestly what the actual fuck 8.) Who was your first best friend?

she knows who she is. I dont consider her a best friend but she is my closest friend ever. No its not my cat. Ive known her for 10 years 9.)What is one weird thing about you?

I hate myself but that isnt weird, idk 10.) Top 5 TV shows you like to watch? The walking dead and The 100.. thats just it haha

11.) What are your favorite boys names? oh like friends or actual names. Im going to do just names because im going to stop exposing myself and stop being so honest. actually I have no favorite boy names haha

12.) What are your favorite girls names? Brooklyn haha I haven't finished that stupid wattpad story yet

13.) Do you have any tattoos? If so, what are they? no

14.) Do you plan on getting (more) tattoos? If so, what do you want to get as of the moment? i would want to get tattoos if they didnt hurt when applied.

15.) Do you have any piercings? Do you plan on getting more? no

16.) Do you like hugging people? depends on who. but now, no

17.) Think of ANY person on earth right now.  Who did you think of? a friend who im going to see on wednesday

18.) Do you have an iPhone? yeah I dont use it anymore

19.) What is the worst thing that could happen in your life right now? hmm maybe if some guy didnt go to my school next year but that isn't happening

20.) Do you watch anime? no ive watched like 2 animes years ago.

21.) What brings true happiness? getting a grip and letting everything go. Im free of a lot of pain ive been going through for a few months and its the first time ive been truly happy with myself even though I want to fucking- nevermind hahahaha

22.) What is the most expensive thing you’ve ever paid for? I feel like I should know this, but i have no idea

23.) If you could have any job in the world and get paid millions of dollars a year for it, what would you be and why? idk

24.) Do you want children? If so, how many? no

25.) Name and describe someone who you feel most comfortable around. honestly no one, including myself, my trust isnt something everyone has anymore

26.)If you could invent a holiday, what would it be? lexadeservedbetter

27.)Would you rather have summer weather or winter weather all year round? winter weather, gotta be cold like my heart

28.) If you could make an alien race, describe what they would look like. they’d look like all the people I hate so I can murder them

29.)  What was the first thing you learned to cook? i cant cook, I kinda can but it ends up with my mom yelling at me

30.) Describe your sense of humor. Im a joke. people laugh at me because of how fucking stupid I am. I get used to it.

31.) What is the key to happiness? don't worry about anyone else until you've worked yourself out.

32.) How many phone numbers do you have committed to memory? Whose numbers are they? my mom’s and emergency services :)

33.) Name three songs that make you want to dance. Come Over- Clean Bandit, Wasted Youth- Fletcher, and Caught Up- Sarah Close

34.) What job did you want to have as a child? i wanted to be a mom, dont ask me how I thought that was a fucking job besides what the fuck was I even thinking a mom? what. the. fuckkkkk

35.) Do you have any talents or skills? I can get really angry :)

36.) What was the worst punishment you’ve ever had? I was grounded for like 2 months you can ask me how if you want btw

37.) Did you ever do anything weird as a child? yes there were many things

38.) What is your dream car? ooohh I never thought about that probably a pegassi zentorno (doesn't exist in real life look it up)

39.)  Describe something that made you laugh this week. Ive over come stuff that I can finnally look back and realize how stupid I was.

40.) Did you have a dream last night? If so, describe it. i dreamt a lot last week and its so irrelevant to me nowwww

41.)  Do you ever have repetitive dreams? Describe it/them. repetitive like always that one person in them, yeah

42.) Describe the worst/ scariest dream you’ve ever had. I had a really nice dream and I woke up and I was sad hahaha story of my life

43.) Describe the best dream you’ve ever had. ^^

44.) If God himself gave you a choice of either having unlimited money for the rest of your life or finding your one true love starting tomorrow, which one would you choose (keep in mind, you are still able to make a ton of money if you choose love, and you are still able to meet your soul mate if you choose money)? trick question god doesn't exist :) but probably unlimited money because love is fucking useless and retarded

45.) If you could do anything (and I mean ANYTHING) right now without consequences, what would you do and why? run away and see a friend I haven't seen all summer

46.) Do you have any recipes that you know off the top of your head? What is it/ what are they? no

47.) Do you have your license? If so, do you have a car? no

48.) Have you ever had a near death experience? yes im not going to describe it

49.) Do you personally know anyone that has been to prison? yep

50.) Have you ever been in a physical fight?

yep

51.) When you get out of the shower, do you towel dry, blow dry, or air dry your hair? air dry unless I have to go somewhere i will usually blow dry.

52.) When you go to the movies, what snacks and drinks do you take with you? just a ton of candy hahahaha

53.) Do you like going to the beach? If so, do you like to stay dry or go in the water? If not, why? no

54.) Do you untie your shoes when you take them off?

no

55.) If you could have a superpower ASIDE from being invisible or being able to fly, what would you have? oh my fucking god that's what I was going to write. how bout shape shifting or something

56.) If you were able to live for however long you wanted to (i’m talking thousands of years without aging), when would you choose to die? when I got bored, I cant say lonely because I already am

57.) What do you think happens after you die? youre body stops working and people put you in a hole in the ground

58.) Do you believe in aliens? sure

59.) Do you believe in ghosts? 50/50

60.) Do you believe in spiritual things like ouija boards, tarot cards, and crystals? Do you believe they are portals for evil entities to enter the mortal world? haha no but ouija boards are fun to trick people with haha *Meghan*

61.) If you could make one mythical being real, who/what would you make?

my will to live

62.) Do you get tan, or do you burn? burn

63.) Describe your shower routine. too long

64.) Do you enjoy school? Why or why not? no because the people there suck and its much to stressful

65.) In your opinion, what is the worst way to die? probably falling.

666.) Do you get carsick, sea sick, or airplane sickness? none, ive never been on an airplane so idk

67.) What’s one memory that you wish you could live again and again? ..

68.) What were some of your stuffed animal’s names from when you were a kid? hattie my stuffed chicken haha

69.)Do you have any pets? 69 cats :)

70.) Describe your daily wardrobe. dark

71.)  Describe what your daily wardrobe would be if you were rich. probably the same

72.)  Create a character right now.  Give them a name, age, and character description. are you fucking with me im writing out a new character for some private stuff as I work on this survey.

73.)What was the last thing you bought? a couple books

74.) Have you ever bought a CD? What band was it for? the last cd I bought was hfk :)

75.) Describe your perfect ice cream sundae. cookie dough and im gooood

76.) If you could make ANYTHING happen right now with no cost, trouble, or obstacles, what would you do? cant say but anything could happen by ellie goulding is annoying and I love it

77.) What are some of your favorite physical activities to do? running but I havent run in a long time and im out of shape

78.) What were some of your favorite shows as a child? dont remember

79.) Describe how you would survive the zombie apocalypse. id make a group and Id lead it, id also make sure chandler riggs and alycia debnam-carey would be there because I love them and theyve both been in zombie shows. yesssss

80.)What are some things you shouldn’t say at work? when does the boss retire

81.) If you were told that if you killed someone, you would save 100 people, would you do it? if one the 100 people were clarke griffin, yes.

82.) How’s the weather right now? its dark

83.) What is the background on your cell phone right now? its lexa with a ton of thug life stuff added onto her haha

84.)Is it better to work at a job that you love or a job that pays well? job that pays well

85.) What do you have within arms reach of your bed? my alarm clock

86.) Have you ever been fired from a job? If so, why? no

87.) Have you ever won a trophy, prize, or medal? If so, for what? two stupid school medals and thats it

88.) Do you have any posters, pictures, or art hanging on your walls in your room? If so, what are they? video game map posters, shitty drawing i havent taken down and comic and movie posters

89.) Are you afraid of the dark? If so, why? I used to be haha I think I still am.

90.)What is something that you’ve never done but would like to try? been a good friend to anyone

91.) If you could choose three famous people or characters to be friends with, who would you choose and why? just friends? thats hard. probably Stevie Boebi, Alexis G. Zall and Ally Hills. I would say Shannon Beveridge but I have like this huge crush on her alright

92.) Do you smile at strangers when you pass by them on the street? no because I hate people

93.) Do you have a favorite TV commercial? If so, what is it? life alert

94.) Do you like your handwriting? no it looks like a little kids handwriting

95.) Cable TV or Netflix? netflix

96.) What are your favorite smells? everything at bath and bodyworks please

97.) Do you consider yourself physically strong? I wish dood

98.) Describe a time where you said something really rude or mean, whether intentional or not.

I told some people thing that weren't true about them just because I was really mad. #dickhead

99.) Do you ask strangers to pet their dogs? no

100.)What is your most embarrassing moment?

my lifespan

101.) Has anyone really close to you ever died? If so, who was it and how did you handle it?

 my cat maverick, my grandma and lexa

102.)  Describe your plan of action if you were home alone and you heard someone break into your house.

I gotta knife drawer and i’d love to use it

103.) If you were to be born again, would you want to be born male or female?

male, im not saying i want to be a guy but id like to experience things differently

104.)  What shampoo do you use?

idk

105.) Guess the meaning of this word: ulotrichous.

something horrible, or myself

106.) Do you let messages (phone, email, text, social media, etc…) build up, or do you have to look at them right away?

no one ever texts me im always the one to start a convo and that sucks

107.)  Where is the nearest McDonalds to your house?

probably like 5 miles away

108.)  If you had $1 billion and you had to spend it in exactly one week, what would you spend it on?

id buy a house and a ton of cars even tho I cant drive yet

109.) What is the best thing you’ve ever eaten?

pizza

110.) If you could go on a trip around the world with up to three people, who would you bring (they can be people you know personally or famous people).

ellie goulding, chandler riggs and alycia debnam-carey

111.) What expletive/ explicit phrase do you say most often?

frick frack fuck

112.) What is your personal definition of success?

finishing something the correct way

113.) How was your day today?

ive been doing yardwork and I volenteered at fieldhaven

114.) What is the closest Big City you live by?

sacramento

115.) Have you ever been in a car accident?

yes but they were never serious

116.) Do you hide anything from your parents?

all the time like hmm idk my sexuality

117.) If you could possess one talent, what would you be able to do?

make myself invisible :)

118.) Ugly and smart or beautiful and stupid?

depends on the person

119.) What is the worst thing you’ve ever seen in real life?

myself

120.) Use only 3 words to describe how you want your future to go.

i hate myself

121.) QUICK! give me a few things a brick could be useful for

you can throw them at people

122.) If you could make a dream society, describe it in great detail where it would be, who would be in it, and what rules there would be?

 the lost youth is a band of teens who pull children off the streets and always get into fights with the other gang, the redemption. there will be blood.

123.) If you could make any animal miniature, what would you make and why?

cats

124.) What are your favorite candle scents?

I dont really have and candles so idk

125.) If you HAD to have one plastic surgery, what would you get and why?

my nose

126.) Do you prefer to hang out with the same sex or the opposite sex?

depends on who but right now no one

127.) If you could make a charity, what would the profits go towards? How would you raise money for it?

myself because I am poor

128.) Describe the body you wish you had.

I wish I was taller

129.) If you were a famous director, what would your next movie be about? Describe the plot, characters, and possible title.

the lost youth

130.) If only women were to rule the world, how different would the world be by 2050?

im not being sexist but it wouldn't be all that great but maybe politics could get better I have no idea

131.) What is your favorite alcoholic drink?

chocolate milk :) yes

132.) Do you have a problematic friend?

im the problematic friend

133.) Are you more spontaneous or more of a planner?

depends on the situation

134.) If you could change your full name, what would your name be?

not saying

135.) What is one song that describes your life?

hard times- paramore

136.) What is one show you’ve been meaning to watch but can never find the time for?

the rest of the 100 why the fuck are so many people dying I needed a break after lexa died and now all the nightbloods and lincoln are dead. duh fuck

137.) Do you find it easy to drop toxic people from your life that you’ve known for a long time?

Id have to ask people because people talk behind my back telling them im toxic. if you were me its understandable and im totally alright with it now

138.) Do you like children? Why or why not?

no children fucking suck

139.) What is your zodiac sign?

Pisces rising, Sagittarius sun, and and Capricorn moon

140.) Do you like to dance? Do you dance often? In front of other people?

yes but i cant haha

141.) Name some of your favorite colors.

blue and black and sometimes orange and purple

142.) Have you ever shoplifted? If so, what was it?

no

143.) If you could speak three additional languages, what would they be?

danish, french, and japanese

144.) Have you ever been in legal trouble?

no

145.) Have you ever had surgery?

no

146.) If you could change 2 things about yourself, what would you change and why?

my sexuality and my face haha

147.) What do you want done with your body after you die?

i dont care

148.) What three physical features do people compliment you most on? What do they say about them?

usually my hair because im ugly

149.) If you could have your own business, what would you do?

own a large company, I dont know

150.) What current friend do you have that you’ve known the longest?

im going on vacation with her for a week in Oregon that’ll be funnn

ok so I could totally tag you olivia but I just made you do that other really long one so if you're reading this you can if you want haha