#it wasnt a painted type of thing it looked like it was dyed?

[technicolorxsn]

just printed out some guides for stencils for a couple patches :D

[balanmlpfurryandmore-confessions]

Balan is one of those characters where, because they cant speak plain English, gets lowkey bastardized. It's easy to talk over someone who cant speak in a way we get afterall.

If you really look at how he acts and speaks you'll find pretty quickly hes a few things,

Blunt

Somewhat cold

Childish

Undereducated on certain topics

Pessimistic

And very very fearful but coats it in chaos and bravado.

Balan is often personified as ditzy or happy or airhead but pretty. Often being labeled as not that powerful. Which leads me to always cringe because like... hes not those things.

Balan is smart, somewhat religious, rational and yet has a nasty habit of not liking to talk, he clearly feels shame of his face and seems actually shocked when cass calls him pretty.

Balan has many powers and looks to be very young compared to lance. He cant work with a over abundance of negative emotions, a weakness, but he can still fight head on.

Balan can read surface level thoughts, he can read you like a book but only when he actively thinks to do so. Balan is fully capable of running his mouth and pissing people off fast, hes not perfect.

Balan is not kind to a lot of people. Unless your cass's age or mourning a death of a loved one you were actually around. Balan is fully capable of being a total bully at times, like with Cal, which honestly is because Cal wasnt giving care to his dying wife and was hyper focused on chess.

In the novel you get a better idea of what hes like, a big talk and even Bigger Bite type of guy. When hes emotionally cornered he absolutely snaps under the pressure when lance tries and succeeds at hurting balans positi pride.

Balan is a person, a teenager type really. Hes different than lance in that lance is quiet, soft spoken, and bittersweet along with not being super expressive physically in the way balan is.

Balan bounces off the walls down the halls and running around like a small child hopped up on sugar. Balan is still young considering what he is, hes still got color in his hair, pep in his step and sass for days.

People really dont paint him in the right light really, balans just a big kid with a old stubborn mind that's kinda idk burned from bad people and depressing stories. I'm sure hes encountered a abuse victim millions of times or army vets with missing limbs.

People dont give balan the respect he deserves and have pretty poor takes on him.

Idk

[brelione]

Barry X Hippie!Reader

Hello! I was wondering if I could request being Barry girlfriend who is a hippie🥺👉👈

Most of Barry’s clients looked the same.Older guys that smelled bad and could barely afford drugs,probably not being able to pay their bills.They all wore dark shitty clothes with stains and holes,muddy shoes and dirt on their arms.That was until you showed up.

Your pants had once been light blue but were now covered in small smiley faces,rainbows,sunflowers,skulls and trees.You had a bandana on your hair,a messy bun not far behind it,a few strands falling from the knot and onto the back of your neck.You had bracelets with pressed bottle caps hanging from them,your shirt bright yellow with small streaks of dirt.

He wasnt sure that you even meant to be here,you didnt seem like the type.

Rafe had looked over at you,not understanding why you were there either.

“What are you looking for,Princess?”He had asked you,noticing that your eyes had focused on one particular part of the floor.You head shot up,glancing around for a second. “Weed,like a lot of it.”You answered,going back to playing with a ring on your pinkie.He had taken you into the backroom,asking just how much weed you were looking for. “I dont know,maybe like two ounces.”You shrugged,making his eyes widen. “You mean two grams?”He asked,eyebrows furrowing when you shook your head. “No,two ounces.”You confirmed.He didnt think you’d be able to afford it until you pulled out three hundred dollar bills,a pressed flower also falling out of your pocket.You had flashed him a peace sign before you left,putting the bag of cannabis into your backpack.He had watched through the blinds of his window,laughing to himself because of how weird you were.

He knew everything about everyone on the island so he couldnt find out why he didn't know you.He hadnt even gotten your name.

He pulled some strings though,somehow getting Rafe to figure you out.The only thing that boy could figure out was your name and that you threw washed up starfish back into the ocean like they were frisbees.

That lead to Barry waking up in the early mornings,heading down to the beach in hopes of seeing you.You were sitting on the sand,hands in your lap as you braided some vines that you had found together.He had come up behind you,not even knowing what to say. 

“Morning,Princess.”Was all he could come up with,sitting beside you. “Barry.”You answered,your fingers still messing with the vines until you got to the end,looking down as you tied the two ends together.He watched as you took a small branch from your side,plucking off the tiny purple flowers and tucking them between the gaps of the vines. “What are ya?A hippie or something?”He asked,looking down at the silver chian that held a crystal,the necklace resting on your collarbones.You simply shrugged,staring down at the completed flower crown. “I suppose.”You answered,readjusting your falling bandana.

It took you about three months to run out of weed before you came into his trailer again.He had been waking up early to speak to you on the beach in the mornings,even letting you place a flower crown on his head once.He found out that you didnt have an actual home,just carrying your backpack around with a blanket in it to sleep in trees or on the beach.He had told you that you could come into his trailer if it ever got too cold or too windy for you to handle.He figured that you had been doing this for years and that you wouldn't take up his offer.

It wasn't until the night of a bad hurricane that he realized that he was pretty damn attached to  you.He had stayed sober,sitting on his couch and hoping for a knock at his door as the winds increased.

You had knocked on his door during the third hour of the storm,you hair soaked along with your clothes.He had opened the door quickly,letting you inside and struggling to shut it again. “Hey.”You nodded,pulling at your wet t shirt.He glared at you,arms wrapping around you tight. “Fuckin’ crazy ass,out there durin’ a fuckin hurricane.What the hell is the matter with you?”He grumbled,his grip tightening and getting his clothes wet in the process. “Uhh-I don't know.”You squeaked out,not being able to move. When he let you go he was still gripping your shoulders,staring at you. “You’re a fuckin’ idiot.You know that,right?”He asked.You shrugged,his hands falling from your shoulders. “Okay.I can leave if you want.”You answered.He shook his head quickly. “No,no.If you’re gonna be an idiot anywhere you should be an idiot here.”He pulled you into his room,giving you a clean shirt. “You’ll get the flu if you don't take that shit off.”He gestured towards your wet clothes.He left the room so you could change,hearing the wet clothes hit the floor.You had glanced around hsi room for a quick moment,seeing his queen sized unmade bed. “Did you die?”He asked from the other side of the door.You opened the door,holding your backpack in your arm and going to leave his room when he grabbed the handle of your bag. “Where the hell are you going?”He asked,making you pout. “The couch.”You answered,turning around entirely.He just shook his head,pulling you into his room.

After that night you ended up sleeping in his bed nearly every night with his arm tight around you.

He’d kiss your temple or your neck lightly before the both of you fell asleep

He liked that you smelt like weed and peaches

You’d disappear in the mornings most of the time and when you came back your bag would be full of flowers,rocks and even money sometimes.

“What are you gonna do with those?”He asked,looking into your bag at the flowers. “I dont know yet.I saw them on the ground and got sad.”You answered.

When the two of you were alone he’d let you braid his hair and put flowers in it.

None of his clients understood why you liked Barry or why he hadnt killed you yet.You were literally just a rainbow.That was the only way anyone could think to describe you.

Rafe started to call you “Rainbow Dash”

When his clients were gone Barry would turn into pure softness.He let you take him to a field to smoke weed and make flower crowns.Sometimes you’d just leave the crowns there so someone else would find them.

He’s a whore for forehead kisses.He loves them but only from you of course.

Sometimes he’d sit on the roof and watch the sunsets with you

You liked to paint sunsets on rocks.He liked to keep the rocks in a box under his bed.

He liked to keep one of your rainbow tie dyed bandanas in his pocket at all times.

He didn't understand your love for flowers and trees.He didn't understand tarot cards either but he enjoyed your readings.

You smoked so much weed.Like a shit ton.Sometimes he wondered how you weren't dying of lung cancer.

“You shouldn't smoke so much.”He frowned as you went to smoke your fifth of the day. “Bear,you’re a drug dealer.”You reminded him.He knocked you backwards onto the mattress,head on your stomach. “Shut up.”He answered,kissing your stomach lightly.

“I feel like we need to cancel humanity,you know?”You asked,sitting down with a cup of tea.He raised his eyebrows. “No,no i dont.”He replied.You pouted,lifting the cup to your lips. “All humans do is mess things up.If we all die at once we’ll probably become gods.”You answered softly,not really thinking about what you were saying. “Gods?”He asked,his fingers brushing his chin. “Maybe.”You answered.

“Where’s Rainbow Dash today?”Rafe asked,noticing the otherwise empty trailer. “Huggin trees and feeding raccoons and shit.The usual.”Barry answered,handing the tall boy a small bag of white powder. “So shes a hippie?”Rafe asked,taking the bag. “Yeah,you got a problem with that,country club?”Barry asked.

@outerbongs​  @copper-boom​  @httpstarkey​ @teenwaywardasgardian @drewswannabegirl​  @simonsbluee   @jiaraendgame  @khiaraaa-in-spacee​  @on-socks-off​ 

[dont-krash-bruv]

Listenin to Runaway by Aurora... Thinkin about phils backstory... and how he met mumza...

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TW// Death and slight gore

Characters: c!Philza Minecraft, c!Mumza, extras

Genre: Angst?

Overall: How Dadza met Mumza brainrot

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He recalls his old village- houses in the treetops, avians and bird flying together in the sky, green grass and undisturbed peace lacing over the town

Everyday, Phil and his family would collect gold and apples to sell the the townsfolk.

Phil and his brother often competed for the most apples and gold collected in one run ^^'

His family sold things other than gapples, however

His older brother sold weapons. Bow and arrows, potions, the like

Both of his parents were in the military, training soldiers or training young folk how to fly

Really the military wasnt needed. The avian people were peaceful creatures, they didnt want to fight. It was really a precautionary measure just in case

Phil was the type to long for adventure, often exploring beyond the village to mark where things were on maps

That, or hed spend his time sparing in town square

It was when he reached his 20s when he saw someone in velvet- a color you rarely see in the wild- looking over the village

She wore a long, velvet dress, with gloves as dark as the night. Her hat seemed to be laced with the stars of the galaxy. Her eyes were planets of their own, full of life, wonder and mystery

Phil quickly became enveloped in awe, seeing such beauty in his presence

He tried to approach the woman for months, but she'd always disappear before he could say hello

He kind of developed a fasination for her, and really wanted to meet her to see who she was

He'd make notes about her in his small journal, trying to describe her like the places he'd been to before but just couldnt.

One day, he had been noticed, and they finally started talking. The more they talked, the longer theyd want to be together.

He started writing about their experiences together. What she would say about the universe, what she'd say about the future, the past, the present.

Even what she had noticed about him, and her small violet blush that would creep upon her face whenever she spoke his name in praise

Phil asked her how she flew without wings one time. She just laughed and said "magic". He didnt realize how true that was

Sometimes, Phil would take her on adventures to show her what he had found

She had been there before, of course, but she stayed. She loved to see him so full of curiousity and joy over his newest discovery ^^

They chat until the moon rose, meaning Phil would have to return home. She didnt mind, though. She knew he would always come back in the morning, and they could spend more time together.

But one day, when phil went to see the lady in velvet, she looked.. sad. Depressed, almost. She lingered closer to the village, peering through the treetops.

Phil asked her what was wrong, but she simply just shook her head

"Let me take you somewhere," she said, "away from here."

Confused, he followed.

They flew together to a creek, where they talked and went about their usual ways, until they heard screaming in the distance.

The screaming didnt stop, and phil kept looking off until he saw a avian flying in the sky and get shot down by an arrow

To which Phil begged- no- demanded that the lady take her home.

And she did.

But by the time they got back to his village it had been too late.

The village had burnt down slightly, the village deserted, and carts drained of any jewlery.

All the bodies in the village were either rid of feathers or had their wings completely removed.

Blood painted the village homes, any screams of agony dying. There was no one left alive.

Hunters.

Phil couldnt bare the sight. It was just fine before- who would even consider doing this? How could he leave his village behind when they needed him most..?

And all he could do was run- fly. Look for revenge somewhere, but the lady in velvet stopped him

She promised him safety, a home, somewhere to rest while he recovered emotionally from what he had just seen

And without many options, and really needing support from someone he trusted

He took her deal.

[beelsbaby]

Congrats on 200!!! You deserve it!! Can I get a matchup/ship from Obey me.

Im a 173cm guy, I have short wavy hair, which I dye unnatural colours often. Blue eyes and glasses and Im on the chonky side lmao. 2 Im very creative, I love things like playing music (bass and singing), theatre, dancing, drawing and painting, sewing and baking. Im also a sucker for animals. 3 personality wise, I can be pretty medium to high energy, tho I do also need time for myself to calm down. Im open and like making new friends. I always try to see the best in people. 4 Im an ENFP personality. 5 funfact: I know a lot of different facts about alot of different topics, which I sometimes tell in a really random moment (for me it makes sense why I remember it when I do, but usually the conversation has either A, moved on. Or B wasnt about that in the first place lmao)

I hope this was enough and good info and I look forward to who I get matched with!! Havena great day!!!

Hi sweetie, thank you so much for the support! 😭😭 of course you can!! I swear all of my followers are beautiful 🤩

I was a lil tied between two, but I’m pretty happy with the result and I really hope you love it it too! And oops I got a little carried away hehe

I ship you with...

Satan!

Allow me to explain:

* He LOVES the fact that you dye your hair

* He always ask you why you dyed your the color that you have it dyed

* It’s because he wants to know if it reflects your mood or something

* He’s a curious guy lol

* When you give him the reason you picked that color he’ll smile at you

* “Fascinating. It’s very lovely”

* Satan is definitely the type to take off your glasses and clean them if he sees there a little smudged

* OMG can you imagine that

* That’s so cute 😭😭

* I’m getting a vibe that he’d totally call you darling or dear

* He loves to cuddle you while he’s reading a book

* It’s his favorite pastime

* Adores how soft and cuddly you are

* Makes his serotonin go 📈📈📈

* Believe it or not, he loves skinship so any way he’s holding you or your hand, he is a very content demon

* I definitely see him as someone who likes holding pinkies more than holding hands

* He would just melt if you play music and sing for him

* Literally would turn to mush

* He thinks you’re a real life prince!

* If you’re a little shy about it he won’t pressure you but he would be dying to hear your voice

* But your singing calms him down instantly

* also he won’t pressure you to show him your artwork since he knows artists are sensitive about showing off their art

* But he definitely encourages you and support you 110%

* He’ll pay attention to your art supplies and if he notices you’re running out, he will not hesitate to buy you more

* Sew him something and he’ll never let it go

* He’ll definitely want to bake with you

* Omg y’all are so cute 🥺

* Will definitely take you to the theatre !!

* Introduce him to human plays/musicals, he’ll be so fascinated

* ✨Cat Cafe dates✨

* He absolutely loves taking you to cat cafes

* When he sees you petting a cat his heart flutters and he gets all blushy

* He feels himself fall for you all over again

* He really likes that you have a higher energy level than him because it takes him out of his comfort zone

* You keep him on this toes

* And when you do have to calm down he’ll help you

* He knows all sorts of calming methods

* He is the Avatar of Wrath after all

* LOVES when you start talking about random facts

* He thinks you’re like a lil human encyclopedia and he thinks it’s the cutest thing for him

* Will brag that his boyfriend is super smart

* He will ask you to help him prank Lucifer because he cherishes your input and your opinion

* How is he so hot and respectful 😭

* Just know you would be so loved and adored with Satan, he would do whatever it takes to see a smile on your face

* We love that for you 😌💅🏼

[totallypathet]

Episode Three

First of all...what the fuck was that challenge. And what the fuck was the logic to judging it?! I spent so much of this episode just being confused. I think it would have been so much better if they were allowed to come up with their own ideas and characters, instead of having this really narrow space to work in; that was bizarre to me. Like Just Jan could have done a really delusional, high energy character who was the worst singer in the world; that would have been funny! Instead they stuck them with these bizarre storylines that made no sense, and had very little humour in them. Idk whose choice that was but it was a choice. Anyway, let's get into the rundown!

1. Aiden Zhane

I am not living for Aiden at all. Her attitude in both episodes has let a lot to be desired for me. And also, that runway? What was that? I could buy that dress on Asos, glue some bows to it and have that look. The concept was cool, the bows falling on her? Cool idea. But if you're going to do that then you need to Do It, yknow? Like it would have been cool if she'd had a huge wig completely made of bows. Or if she'd had an umbrella and made it look like it was raining bows, or something, that could have been really cool! It could have been amazing and she took a really easy way out. Disappointing. And her performance was dull. She deserved to be in the bottom more than Nicky Doll.

The only thing I will say for Aiden in this episode is the way Brita and Redacted behaved towards her was really uncool. They did that whole "you didnt lead us at all", and then told her that they carried her? You know that if she had led them they would have totally thrown her under the bus and said "well we do this professionally and we wanted to do this, but she was the leader and she made us do that". It was totally a damned if you, damned if you don't; and that was really unfair.

2. Brita

Guys, I am Bored of Brita. I am over it, and I am underwhelmed. I haven't seen anything from her that I've enjoyed! Her looks have been dull, she's not that funny, and I dont like the way she behaves (like I said with Aiden). She wont be next to go home, but hopefully she wont be long.

3. Crystal Methyd

STOP TRYING TO CHANGE CRYSTAL METHYD! I'm so sick of them going "oh her makeup is always the same", when it has been different each time!! She has a style and a brand, but it's not the same face!! Aiden Zhane does the same fucking face, none of them have picked that out! Loads of queens come in and they only have one face! Not mentioning any names Silky Nutmeg Ganache and Roxxxy Andrews. They got away with it because they were beauty mugs and that's the type of drag this show is biased towards. Crystal Methyd is an artist, let her do herself! That runway look was ugly though. Having said all that. Her face was gorgeous, I loved her makeup, I just thought that look wasnt very her! It didn't suit her somehow, it wasn't right. But she tried really hard during the improv, and I think she did a passable job! She honestly should have been safe, fight me. I just really hope she doesn't change herself to please the judges bc she has such a great vision and point of view, and I don't want her to lose sight of how great she is.

4. Dahlia Sin

Dahlia, Dahlia, Dahlia. Speaking of being underwhelmed, am I right? I had such high hopes for Dahlia, but this week she just didn't pull anything out. I personally think the fruit sketch was really funny, but it would have been exactly the same if Dahlia hadn't been in the group. She was so focused on being ~sexy~ (which is tough in a broccoli costume), that she forgot about everything else. Plus her bows and buttons look was just...odd. from the neck up it had this very avant garde, couture feel, but the outfit itself just looked unfinished. And then to have this weird arse peekaboo thing? Really weird choice. She deserved to be in the bottom and, after that lip sync, she deserved to go home.

I have seen a lot of posts about Dahlia "storming out", and I genuinely don't understand what they're talking about? Like, okay, she didn't say anything before she walked off, does that really constitute storming off? If she'd walked off while Ru was still talking, or if she'd yelled/screamed/sworn, then sure, maybe - but from what I saw she was just upset and wanted to leave as fast as possible. Idk, also they haven't released Untucked on the UK Netflix, so maybe there was more I didnt see.

5. Gigi Goode

I live for Gigi so much. I mean come on! Her character in the improv was passed out half the time and still had presence! She's so funny, and she's not afraid to let loose and get ugly. I think she did a good job in the improv, especially for someone without all that much experience, and her look on the runway was incredible. Solid 8/10 for Gigi this week.

6. Heidi N Closet

Heidi was robbed. I bought everything Heidi was selling this week. I bought it, I didn't stream it, I didn't rent it from the Netflix, I bought it. She was so funny during the challenge; the flipper? She spat out? Iconic. She had me dying the whole time, her, Jackie Cox and Gigi Goode should have their own series, I'd watch the hell out of it. Then she came bouncing down the runway as glitter Pinnochio, and she told that story about when she was at school and I loved every second! Shes so charming, and loveable, and relatable, and Jaida Essence Hall must have been gagged when she was top 2. She was robbed, she should have won, and she should keep her name! That whole thing with "the mouth has to change shape and it's not satisfying to say"? Bullshit, utter bullshit bitch. Heidi N Closet 4lyf.

7. Jackie Cox

Jackie made me so happy this week! Their whole group was hilarious, but Jackie doing the bad ventriloquist act just sent me, I loved it. And she just seems like the sweetest person as well! Her runway look was gorgeous, I loved the reference, her makeup was absolutely stunning, Jackie Cox is seriously the whole package. Her and Heidi should have been top 2 together.

8. Jaida Essence Hall

Jaida came in looking like a pageant queen, but she seriously flexed her comedy muscles this week! Her "bad apple" was hilarious, and she really committed to it! She was a firm leader in the group, but she was a good team player in the scene, she let everyone else have their moment too, and it was a good performance! I was a little bit disappointed that her runway look was very very similar to her spring mini challenge look from last week, but it was still a good look, and honestly I probably wouldnt have noticed if it hadn't been one episode after the other. She has shown a lot of diversity already, I think she just set the bar so high last week that I was really expecting something incredible, and I got something that was "just" good instead. She's still one to beat at the moment!

9. Jan

Jan made me so proud this week!! She was really funny in the skit, she had so much energy and enthusiasm, I loved it! Her jokes were funny, she picked a solid character and played it well, and can we talk about the runway though??? I really expected her to come out in something cute, because her personality is so bubbly and instead she gave me horror high fashion, monster couture and she Sold. Every. Second. It was a total transformation from the challenge to the runway and that, at the heart of it, is what I love about drag; that transformation aspect is just art to me. For me, Jan has it all. She definitely should have been top 3 this week. I think she's served the best runways so far, and I cannot wait to see what she does next week.

10. Nicky Doll

Okay, you guys know I love Nicky Doll. This week was not a good week for her. I appreciate that improv must be so hard in your second language, but I think she suffered a little bit from Dahlia Syndrome: she was so focused on staying pretty that she didn't really deliver anything. I kind of wish her character had literally just been French and spoke no English - part of the joke could have been that language barrier and Crystal/Window not understanding a word she said and her getting more and more frustrated about it. That could have been really funny. Also, her runway look...I know where she was going with it, it was a cool concept, and it was executed okay, there was just something missing, you know? It felt a little bit rushed, and again there was this real focus on being ~pretty~. Maybe if she'd looked a little more Cinderella ish, like her makeup wasn't perfect, and her hair was tied up like she was actually sewing, it would have sold me a little more character. I'm not sure, everything was just a little off for me this week, but I still think she's fierce af, and we all stumble sometimes. I'm looking forward to seeing her get back on her feet next week!

11. Rock M Sakura

Rock M was picked last for the challenge, I could not believe it. She deserved better than that, I was shook. She definitely picked the right group though, she was really funny as the Orange! She looked like she was having fun, and that's what I love about Rock M, is that I have fun watching her have fun. Her jokes were great, she matched Jan's energy, and I think she did a good job. I loved her runway look as well, the Alice in Wonderland concept was great, and I love that she kept the dress pretty simple so that the focus was on her hair and makeup! Her makeup was gorgeous, and the detail of the buttons on her face was stunning! It was a great concept, well executed, this week was a great week for Rock M, and I'm going to be furious if she gets picked last again.

12. Widow Von Du

Widow is getting The Edit. The edit that queens of colour who are talented get, where they paint them as bitchy, or loud, or as stepping on the other girls' toes; so that the audience isn't too pussed off when they get eliminated. Widow is exceedingly talented, and funny, and filled with personality. She also serves looks and delivers incredible performances. I will not let this edit take that away from her. She did great this week. She delivered everything I ordered in the challenge and more, she completely transformed for the runway, and she sold me a great presentation. Widow is definitely one to beat.

[hitchell-mope]

Just put on the movie

And there we go. The dedication is there.

Oh god the rapping.

My palms will be bloody by the time this is over.

But I like the parallels to the first movie

To much auto tune

There goes my heart Disney.

Oh lord that’s high

Bbys. Smee twins

WHY WASNT DIZZY THERE FROM FILM TWO

There’s my child Celia

MY BOY!!!!

I mean Mal has a point.

He thinks it through

I love him so fucking much

Loving Doug’s hair

Rat bastard. Rat bitch. Rat fairy (Adam belle Verna)

Fuck off leah chad Audrey

😍😍😍😍. This version is better then d1

SUCK IT PASTEL COW

YAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

Oh Evie love. Just tell him you love him

FUCK OFF YOU GERIATRIC BITCH

YES WE WOULD PREFER MAL TO YOU YA BITCH

I hate you Adam and belle

Ben and the other three are adorable family

Still hating Audrey. So. Fucking. Much

Love the purple limo

WHY IS TREMAINE NICE. IT MAKES NO SENSE

Bal parent vibes are strong

They shoulda painted the limo roof purple

Dying of cuteness

Proud fiancé Mal. Love it

Fuck off leah

Here’s papa hades. And the ham.

DRAGON MAL. WHOO HOO

Ah well. Nice while it lasted

NOT HER JOB PASTEL COW

So. Much. Ham.

Poor girl. Ouch.

🤮🤮🤮🤮. I still hate her and her geriatric bitch of a grandmother

Oh bitch please. First words out of your mouth were creel. And it ain’t abated

I’m supposed to be sorry for this sad act? I don’t think so

So. Much. Rapping

Oh. SPARE ME WOMAN

Still theft. Throw her on the isle with her grandmother

Lonely and friendless. Because Mal is so much better then you ya limp noodle

Gotta be bad on the back

YOU DESERVE A SLAP AROUND THE FACE YOU SPOILED BRAT

Seriously though. The actual singing is better then the rapping. So gotta give satah her dues

Fuck off grown ups.

YOU PUT THEN THERE IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACD

Blue bitch. Just like always belle

Ok. People. You can see it’s hurting bal to do this. KILL THE BEAST

DONT CRY BABY BOY. PLEASE. LAST TIME ALMOST KILLED ME

Murder. The fucking. Parents

Evie. Evie’s sensible. Listen to your sister Mal.

And here comes the guilt. Like always. The narrative blames Mal

That darn cake

Ah. Pain. Hug them now

And jump scare

Oh god. Shut up Audrey. You’re a sore loser

Eh. The prosthesis look ok

Audrey. Nutter. Ben was more then ready to start the honeymoon when Mal was a dragon. Do you really think a hag would stop him?

😂😂😂😂

Oh boy

That’s a lie and you know it bluey.

At least the bikes have an explanation

Why the red for Evie though

And the mutt speaks

Fuck off Chad. I hate you so much

This bitch again

So shrieky.

Kiss ass

Real original

Jump Jane jump!

So many neck cricks

No one tells him anything

Cella’s right Mal

Overly long gag. But cute

Awww 🥰🥰🥰🥰. At least he’s a good dad

Nice reference

And the fear mongering begins.

And here’s the cryptid. He shoulda died in it’s going down

Psycho bitch pirate whore

Cella’s a troll and I love it

The vehicle needs an oil change

At least he’s sleeping. Though that position can not be comfortable

At long last the reveal.

He’s funny. And hot. (I can see where @mochacake2016 is coming from)

We know! We know

And here’s the music

😂😂😂😂.

He’s got a point

Ok.

THERES NO PHONES ON THE ISLAND QUEEN MAL

She actually sounds like jade west here

So far. Besides the proposal. This is my favourite song. Mostly for Hades great looks. Great voice

And the tambourine

Would be better with purple and blue fire effects. But no. We can’t have nice things. They spent the budget on pirate whores make up

She’s got a point. They both do

LISTEN TO HIM

Proud papa

C’mon girl. Cry

Of course she told her sister

He’s a good king.

T-shirt should be ripped.

🤮🤮🤮🤮. Hate her so much

And. Here. We. Go.

Benny. I love you. But did you not hear what she said to Evie when you first met the vks. Of course not. You were lost in Mal’s eyes.

Oh god. PLEASE SOMEBODY GO AND MELT HER

Whore man is probably skunk drunk. Gil’s cute as ever though

Throw hook in the water. And keep it there.

🎶she’s back🎶

And there screwed

He makes feel physically sick

Uma. I love ya. But honestly. Mal owes no one anything. It’s not her job.

No it ain’t

Jay’s got a point

Oh honey

Hook. In the words of the irreverent Captain Jack Sparrow “if the bikes be crashed properly. You be crashed along with it”. Not you Gil. I like you

Mother hen strikes again. Uma ain’t buying what she’s selling

Pure child Celia. (I don’t use this very much but) Gil’s babey (it feels wrong to type£

Chicken arms. No brains. No wit. No dance skills. No rapping skills. Ya basically a walking corpse hook

The dogs giving me a nervous twitch.

I hate the pair of them so no. No sympathy for prince douche bag

Gil makes me cry so simply

Stab the pirate jay. Please. For all of us

Psycho bitch

I want. It. Dead. Brutally. Dead

And more music. If this weren’t Disney they coulda melted them yo pukes of goo and pour it down Harry’s throat.

Oh god

So she can’t count either. Just like her brother

Definitely cha cha slide.

Deep sigh

So much ham.

Here’s a funny idea. How about instead of a bloody pantomime. ACTUALLY FUCKING FIGHT YOU FECKERS

Synchronised armour dancing. That’s new

Oh for fuck sake

Ha ha. Save it for the sob story bitch

What’s next a kick line

Thank god I was wrong.

Hook should be suffocated under the armour right now. Put us out of our misery

Care bear alert

I had to have a flu jab today. And it weren’t as painful as every single nanosecond hooks on screen

Love the platonic affection (I hate the very concept of malvie. What did you expect?)

Mother alert

Don’t eat wild fruit honey

So cute. But so dumb

Oh. Phineas and Ferb reference

Awww babies.

Don’t you dare tell me Mal doesn’t care.

THEY FOUND DOUG

Uma’s so done with care bear bs

More singing. Yay(!)

Please. Remind me again exactly why this is a DCOM. Cause it honestly does not feel like it what with the backstory pirate whores entire existence and the choreography

How has evie not broken a leg in this number.

Believe me Mal and Uma. I feel your frustration they go together like peanut butter and chocolate spread. (Perfectly if you didn’t know)

Where is she going?

She knows how R&J ended right? Double suicide. Why the romanticism huh?

HE IS NOT A RAG DOLL! Though props to Zachary for not corpsing

How can you hate Doug. He’s adorable. Best straight couple ever

There’s ma boy. Rip Harry’s throyatvout plwae.

Ben’s always been hot. But this is definitely working for me.

Awww. Carlos helping his papa

Wet Ben. Yum

Awww. Janelos cuteness.

Love the beard. So good. 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Someone murder the man whore before I do.

He makes me wanna throw up. And I’m not physically capable of doing that

@rpsocsandcanonohmy. I get where you’re coming from. But I also get where Ben is coming from. Sunbeam did get him abducted. And man slut tried to feed him to sharks. So I do understand both points. Doesn’t mean you’re wrong though

JUST. EXPLAIN. HIS MIND IS BEAST ADDLED

Shoulda let Ben slash hooks throat jay. You’re slipping buddy

Mal’s eating crow

Hopefully he chad suffocates. Then she’s have done one thing that wasn’t completely worthlessly reprehensible

🎶feelings🎶

And it had to ruin it

Te-am work. As plankton says

Proud sister

Boys are back. (With dude and the mutt in tow)

YAAAAAAAAAY

I hate happy harry. But I do like happy Uma. Eh. Double edged sword

BAL THIRST. FINALLY

Shoulda gone with Janelos. Jarlos is from big time rush

Oh they’re so cute

Poor Doug.

DOUG AND GIL FRIENDSHIP.

So. Update. Might be like Mal. (Definitely loving Ben’s facial hair)

Yawning over chad. So pathetic

Her seat from him douchey mcuseless

Poor Janey

Cats outta the bag

Once again. I kinda understand all points. Yeah Mal shouldn’t have lied. But Uma didn’t really give her and choice. And Evie just kinda assumed. And no one really lets her explain anything.

Hooks still pathetic. Even hurt emotionally I still wanna punch his roger rabbit looking face (Sorry Roger)

Oh dear

Mal. Don’t apologise. You did what you felt you needed to do. And no gives you a chance to explain. Ever.

Yes. You needed to do what you could.

Excellent acting all around as usual

Evie. Look. I love you. Your favourite number seven. But WHY IS IT YOUR SISTERS JOB. WHY DOES EVERYONE MAKE IT MALS PROBLEM

Ha! Evie said it. She said family.

Oh fuck. Taken for granite

More singing.

Monster/story/invincible

I do want to stab Harry in the mouth with the hook

More flashback. Yay(.). Couldn’t they fill out the runtime

Flashbacks. TO THE START OF THE SO G THE FLASHBACK IS FROM. OH FOR FUCK SAKES

More dragon.

Audrey’s performance might make me a vegetarian

How is it not crushed by the claws?

Fire should be green

Yay. Auds dead. Please say yes?

The twins say literally one thing

From magical incantation to vaguely irritating verbal tick. Well alright then

Evie. Why do you sound so sad. It’s a good thing Audrey’s dying. The ultimate price and all that. You should be glad. It’s a good thing

Mal: he’s my father. Ben: shocked face. Me: makes a sound like a boiling kettle

Bye bye facial hair

Die slut

More eating crow

The in laws meet

Exactly hades. Exactly. Knee beast in the dick

God Ben’s so hot.

Bite Adam’s throat out please hades

Should’ve let Audrey waste away. And sent granny to Tartarus to meet her

OH SPARE ME YOUR BLEEDING HEART ROUTINE! I still hate you in a fundamental level

OH FINALLY YOU GERIATRIC BITCH

Nice little family moment

What the fuck is Evie’s dress?

Queen Mal has a very nice ring to it.

Sure you can. You owe them noting. You owe nobody anything

Jay has a pull back braid in his hair. Yay!

“Audrey would be gone”. You say it as though that’s a bad thing

“Insert woody woodpecker laugh”. Fuck you Adam

Compromise. Bring the vks over. And plop Adam Audrey chad anleah on the isle. Sink it into the ocean

Why didn’t Verna bring the barrier down. Oh yeah. Cause then she’d be useful

More singing

At least this takes place in daylight

I still hate harry

Push Harry in the drink please. IM LITERALLY BEGGING YOU

God I love Ben and Doug

Why the Charleston?

I still hate tremaine

Well. Jane. In ZM. You met Mal. She’s Carlos’s mother in this au

Giljay. It’s cute

So Harry makes me ill right upbto the end. Now he’s related to purple and blue

🎶a bitch is in the dog house🎶. And deservedly so

🤮🤮🤮🤮

Sweet little king

Oh boy

Whore has a turkey neck

This is the end. Good movie. With some unneeded bits. I’m gonna change a lot in ZM part three. And both dedications broke me.

[the-kipsabian]

so i made myself mad the first thing today. i mean. i knew this would do it but. yeah

so this is about the whole prjrd thing still cause fuck holly conrad so if you dont care heyy stop reading now

cause i checked that video holly shared. that people are praising for some reason? that didnt provide any new information about this whole thing, for someone who has been following it since day one on the right channels - aka seeing both jareds gross statements and hollys awful tweets and looking at heidis twitter. this video provides absolutely nothing new so i have no idea why holly thought sharing this was worth a while and especially worth the new wave of wtf tweets she would get

or well. actually i do know. cause this is probably the only video that tries to paint jared in a positive light and honestly? its disgusting

the fact that people dont tell him their age or lie about it to get involved on his nsfw, that doesnt matter. as long as he still sent those pictures and received some, with or without the knowledge of their actual ages, makes him guilty. the way the video puts this tries to clear all his crimes in this and is purely disgusting victim blaming

really tho you can tell that this video is biased to begin with, since the way it talks about holly specifically? thats also disgusting. only her offenses are direct and not even tried to be defended. shes just thrown straight under the bus - which i think personally is very telling of jareds gaslighting, considering that holly STILL shared this, despite how it paints HER, just cause it defends HIM and shows heidi also as a bad guy, cause holly just believes this shit that jared is feeding her. for fucks sakes

the whole divorce angle is also gross. they take heidis personal facebook in it again - which shouldnt matter, as its private and protected. and it tried to make her look bad by saying that she lied about filing for divorce? and it was in the end all of jareds doings like a week or something later?? according to court records??? which is the ONLY new thing in this that i havent seen and i dont. know where these came from but hang on a second. cause did u kno that filing for divorce takes time? and requires both parties involvement unless you want lawyers to get shoved into the picture? which - if jared IS telling the truth and is trying to be the good guy here - he agrees to what heidi wants and no lawyers are going to be needed. hence why first filing for divorce, and then later court records showing that shit is happening. the video purely uses this to say that heidi was lying about taking initiative in leaving (and thus that proves that jared did not abuse her i guess????) 

the polyamorous thing explains itself tbh. both parties (holly and heidi) shared text convos related to this. heidi was in a casual relationships on the side during the marriage, jared agreed to this. jared apparently was not until holly came along (which is already a problem as she was married to ross at this time..) and heidi tried to be and at first was accepting of it. however. ONCE YOU GIVE CONSENT TO SOMETHING DOESNT MEAN THEY ALWAYS HAVE CONSENT TO SOMETHING. heidi said no, stop this. what people often leave out on this part to make her look bad, is that they insist she still had her other relationship going on - there are records of her showing breaking up with them too. this wasnt as one sided as people (holly) are saying, with heidi supposedly wanting to break them up while still have her things going on. no. she did the right thing and made an example. holly and jared just didnt follow and thus the whole cheating angle was ready

one more thing. i know this is already fairly long but i need to get this out of my brain right now and i havent talked about this in these lengths before and im dying trying to do this before coffee today, but. BUT. they basically throw heidi under the bus by saying she manipulated his friends who were trying to defend jared. i mean. we have all seen the disasters that were peebs and lee tbh. the thing here is, they did the right thing in the end - apologized and changed their views, cause believing the victim is important here. i know they were real close, good friends with jared, so them having this change of heart is important here, cause all in all, jared is the asshole here. and the fact that they choose to believe heidi in the end is what matters. it doesnt make her manipulative, it shows that they are good guys in the end. end of fucking story

i think thats all i want to get out of this rn.. im just tired and shattered that this whole thing is still going on and just. just fuck it man. im like. one of the most patient person when it comes to dealing with people who do things wrong and need second chances, but this? the fact that they are trying to give jared a second chance? this is where i draw the line. the fact that they are trying to give this type of a person, an influencer, a platform to look good in peoples eyes, and considering his content is more or less child friendly (as fucking ironic as that is..) is hurting literally everyone. literal children ESPECIALLY. so like. fuck him honestly. pulling all this and shit, and if you give him a second chance, you know what hes gonna do? all of this, all over again

dont give him that platform again. dont give him a second chance. im very hard on cancel culture, but this?

jared needs to be fucking cancelled for life, cause hes a gross, awful person taking advantage of his platform and popularity, and doing shit like this. and it has to be stopped

[flamegodess]

Let The Darkness Fall

Genre: AU, Fantasy, Romance, Angst, Action

Rate: T+

Characters: Riza Hawkeye, Roy Mustang, Solf Kimblee, Maes Hughes and others.

Summary:  Maybe Riza Hawkeye shouldn’t have followed her father’s apprentice that night. AU story.

Let the darkness fall

He was doing it again.

But this time, Riza wasn’t going to simply let him go. It was one o’clock in the night and Roy was suspiciously leaving the house again.

It was only one year since he had become her father’s apprentice. They used to exchange a few casual words a day and that was all that could define their relationship. Still, even though they were only a few formal and ordinary words, there was something about him that Riza couldn’t figure out.

He had a bizarre handsomeness. That kind of appearance that scares you a little, that you would believe exists only in the fantasy books. There was something about that black and messy hair and those deep and dark eyes that fascinated her. It was more like he was a beautiful painting that you are used to admiring every day and without its existence your life would be empty.

Riza wouldn’t have admired him so much if he wasn’t also intelligent. She simply knew that because other way, her father would have kicked him out a long ago, just like he had done with his former apprentices.

Still, there was something about him that didn’t match his perfect character. The fact that he was leaving the house almost every night and was returning in the morning. And he was never tired. Riza knew she shouldn’t care, but after an year of telling herself that again and again she decided that she had to see what was it all about. It was the fascination that made her leave the house and follow him.

He walked down some narrow streets that led to the suburbs of the town. Riza followed closely behind being careful not to be noticed. She suddenly shivered. It was a cold night indeed and she had no idea how longer they would walk. Was it all he was doing? Walking in the moonlight the whole night?

“Finally. You are late. ” An annoyed voice said and Riza hid in a bush.

“I sometimes need to sleep too, Kimblee.” Roy replied as he crossed his arms and approached a taller figure.

“Give him a break, Solf, he’s already doing enough for us. ” a tall guy said and punched Roy playfully in the shoulder.

There were lots of guys gathered around him, looking interested at him.

“It seems like he also brought us a gift? ” A short guy with long hair arched an eyebrow. For a second, Riza lost the sight of the guy who spoke before but the next moment she found herself thrown on the pavement in front of the huge gang.

Many pairs of glossy eyes were staring at her with interest and curiosity. She didn’t realize but she was looking for a certain pair of black orbs that she couldn’t distinguish because of the darkness. She tried to get up, but she was suddenly kicked back down.

“We told you to be careful not to be followed, Mustang. Who’s this? ”

Roy made his away to her and she swore that she had never seen that expression of guilt and concern upon his perfect face.

“Umm... She is... ”

Riza opened her mouth to talk but the man called Kimblee rose his hand and barked furiously:

“Shut up, disgusting human! ”

Riza arched an eyebrow. Since when was being a human an insult?

“Mustang, I swear, if you don’t explain this I’m cutting her throat right in front of you. ” The man called Kimblee threatened.

Riza covered her throat instinctively and shook her head confused looking at Roy. He didn’t seem to be the type of guy who was part of aggressive gangs.

“She is my feeder. ” he answered shortly and ruffled his hair. For a moment she swore that he winked at her. Yeah, she was cooking all the meals at home, but ‘feeder’ was an odd term. Some of the guys started to laugh mockingly.

“Kimblee, if I’m not wrong, it was you who said that every vampire has the right to have a human as feeder, didn’t you?” he continued to act as if all he was saying was true.

Riza froze even though she wasn’t holding his cold hand anymore. Did she hear it all correctly? Vampires?  She frowned and wanted to ask Roy if this was a joke, but by the serious glance upon his face, she decided to stay silent.

“I did, but I don’t recall the moment you brought her in front of the council and branded her us your feeder. ”

Riza’s eyes wandered confused from one to the other. The hell was going on. Feeder? Council? Brand?

“That’s because... Umm... Because I’m still not sure if she’s the one. ” Roy went on with his lie and held her a hand to get up. She stumbled on her feet and flinched at the touch of his cold hands.

“Really?” A beautiful woman with a silky voice asked from behind Kimblee. “What a shame...every vampire recognizes their feeder from the first bite. ”

“Lust is right.” Kimblee approved. “You’re lying us trying to protect her. Lying to the council is punished with ripping all of your limbs. ”

“Hey, let’s calm down.” The taller guy next to Roy stepped in front of everybody. “He’s been turned recently, maybe he can’t recognize his feeder from the first bite, right? ”

Roy nodded and Riza didn’t know why but nodded too. Hell if she understood a damn thing.

“Then feed on her. Now. So you’ll prove us that she really is your feeder and that she’s not a miserable human you’re trying to protect. ”

Riza gulped and took a step away from him.

“I’m not thirsty right now.” Roy tried to excuse himself but was interrupted by the woman who pushed Riza too brusquely in front of him.

“You’d better be. Or else you’ll both end up dying in the most painful ways.”

Roy nodded and suddenly his serious expression turned into an apologetic and sorrowful one. Riza realized what that meant. The only thing she knew about vampires was that they were drinking blood. And she would have run away as fast as she could but the fear and the shock didn’t allow her limbs to move.

“I promise I’ll make it quick.” he whispered as he gently brushed her blonde hair away from her neck and before she could realize, two sharp fangs were buried into her skin. His hands were gripping her shoulders tightly as she felt a strong pressure on the place where his fangs were sunk.

She gasped for hair and widened her eyes. Involuntarily, she tilted her head back so he could have more space. It was strange because she couldn’t feel any pain. She felt a sudden wave of electricity and pleasure that she could not understand.

Her father’s apprentice was drinking her blood. So…he was a vampire? That explained why he wasn’t sleeping and his appearance. This damned council meetings explained his absences during the nights.

She started to feel pain as his grip on her was tightening more and more and her feet were trembling. She started to breath faster and heard her own heart beating violently. He sure knew when to stop, right?

“Roy, you’re killing her. Roy, stop! ” The friendlier guy said as he pulled him away from her. She felt a sharp pain in her neck as the cool air of the night made her come back to her senses. He didn’t look like the beautiful painting she knew. His eyes were glowing red as he was staring hungrily at her.

She felt weak, like that dominating gaze was crushing her. She felt sick realizing that blood was still flowing down her throat and that she was surrounded by hungry vampires. Roy’s crimson eyes turned to their original colour as he noticed her terrified expression.

He caught her right before she lost her consciousness and everything became dark.

[feel199x]

 gang!au, gang member!han jisung, florist!reader, underground band!au

chapters: I II III IV V VI VII VIII IX X masterlist

warnings: angst and themes of abuse and trauma

🌸 a/n: i actually finished this fic, and it’ll be up in my queue to post over the weekend! it’s kind of exciting to be finally finishing this fic! a hint  for the next chapter is at the end!! hehe

🌸 song rec: arsonist’s lullaby

Your eyelids were still heavy when you awoke. In front of you, though your eyes still blurry you made out a flower vase. You tried to move, suddenly desperate to feel the petals against your fingertips. Even though they were azaleas, petunias, globe amarths, carrot flowers, and asphodels- all dressed in a void black vase. You knew what it meant, you knew what it threatened. But you found your arms sore, propped up and irritated from the handcuffs that hung from the ceiling. As you looked down, your head getting too heavy for your neck to support, you found yourself surrounded eglantines, lemon and peach blossoms, lungworts, phlox, and red rose petals. You couldn’t help but let out a choked sob, your wrists burning, the metal digging into your skin. You arms stayed propped up, but the numb feeling began to spread through your body. You didn’t even look up as he came in, even as he made sure to slam the door shut.

“You know why you’re in here?” You didn’t answer, your voice all used up from crying. You could feel his fingers on your jaw, propping your face up so you could look straight up at him. You couldn’t make his face out completely, your vision blurred but not fading. There were already bruises there you knew, and he pressed down on them further. “Do you? I try so hard to control myself, and here you are, still acting up.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you? I should just leave you here, let you learn your lesson.”

His thumb rested against your chin, looking at you intently- what could almost be mistaken as sympathy. It was deja vu, sitting there like a doll. “But I can’t resist you, can I?” No, you guess he couldn’t. That was the funny thing, right? He couldn’t expect to, how could he resist these primal urges? He talked and talked about nothing, and you were glad that you couldn’t pay attention to his words anyway, mind foggy and complacent. “I even brought you flowers. You didn’t have these in your shop, huh? So I got them. I’m a good husband.”

“Husband?”

“Good thing you’re pretty.” He got up, reaching over you and pulled something off your, well, ring finger. “See that? That cost more than your stupid shop.”

Stupid shop.

He slipped it back on, sitting back down next to you as he continued to talk.

“How long,” you paused, voice weak and raspy, quiet, “has it been?”

He seemed surprised by your question, eyebrows digging into his forehead in sudden anger. He got up and paced around the cramped room, not even bothering to watch him as you stared down at your own clothes- crinkled and dirty. “Why do you care?” he seethed, “I could treat you better than he ever could. A low-level drug dealer and a shitty, amateur rapper. Do you see lover boy here? No, you don’t. ‘Cause he’s dead.”

You let out a small gasp, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes and you looked at him. “What did you do?” you weeped, “Please- please, please tell me what you did.” His pacing came to a stop as he looked at you, face contorted with anger. “I got my co-workers to shoot him and friends dead, that’s what I did. Because you’re mine. Always and forever.”

You didn’t know what was true and what wasn’t- he couldn’t exactly be trusted. You grew impulsive, angry with him. Jisung would never, Jisung could never. He wasn’t that type of person- he could never take advantage of people, he could never keep something like that from of you. And here your captor was, smothering ash over Jisung’s name. But you knew he wasn’t lying about shooting Jisung and his friends, even if you didn’t want to believe it. He had tried the same thing with your family back then too. You felt guilty, at fault like you were the one behind the trigger. Anger bubbled like sparkling in your throat like bubbling water, steaming with impulsivity.

“You should kill me too then. I’d rather rot in the ground next to Jisung than spend another second looking at you.”

You knew your goal should’ve been to play the long game, especially after your failed attempt some time ago. How long has it been? You weren’t sure, there weren’t any windows in the room- and the white painted walls burned into your eyes. If you made him angry now, it would only take longer to gain his trust, but the damage was already done- you could feel the blood pouring out of the back of your head. You might’ve been dying, but you didn’t really care. You couldn’t even feel the pain from the hit from the adrenaline, so you continued to push your luck. Because it was true, Jisung had kept you going, your shop had kept you going. How would you ever be able to look another flower without seeing his face?

“He loved me better than you ever did and he didn’t even ask me to be his lover yet. Lover boy is better than you even dream about.”

It wasn’t like you to speak out of your turn, especially with the looming threat of death. You were too far gone, the warmth of blood streaming down your back. The bruises on your jaw from your grip deepening in color as his grip tightened, yelling some nonsense.

Still, even as he looked into your eyes, his breath hot on you- all you could think about was Jisung. How could you not? Your mind swam through melancholy memories.

You were in his arms tonight. His arms drooped over your shoulder, his head pressed against yours- lips brushing against your jaw as he whispered commentary about the movie you were watching. You were leaning against his chest, feeling his heart beat against your back. Knees propped up as his legs circled around you.

“I love you,” he murmured, “probably more than like, shrek.”

“I would hope so, shrek doesn’t feed you,” you paused, “But I love you too.”

And it was true, but you were unsure of the extent of your infatuation and devotion he was refering to. You wanted to say you were in love with him, but it was too much of a risk. If you scared him off now, who would come by your flower shop to spend time with you? Who would carry you off your bed during the weekends just to go to the convience store. Who would wrap arms and limbs around you and sing you to sleep at night after nightmares, after remembering? Did it even matter? You’ve never felt like this before, the only thing that came close was your devotion was your flowers. Maybe it should’ve scared you, that suddenly there was someone with so much importace to you, on the same level as the only thing that got through the Incident. You turned your head, the side pressed against Jisung’s chest. His arms moved to wrap around you waist, tightening around you. Your nose was touching his, lips only a breath away- but he was crying.

“Jisung,” you said softly, “Why are you crying? You chose this movie.”

“Do you think people in love will always end up together?”

You laced your hands in his, intertwining the both of them. “Of course,” you whispered, “Love finds a way.”

You thought it would happen then, his lips practically on top of yours- but it didn’t. He turned from you, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down- something caught in his throat. “Even if the person lied?”

“I guess it depends on the ‘sung. As long as it wouldn’t change your perception of the person in a way that hurt the relationship too much, I think they could make it.”

“What if it did? What if the person wasn’t as good as you thought they were?”

“Sung, is something going on? You can talk to me, I’ll always be here for you. No matter what.”

“You can’t. I can’t. We can’t.”

“Sung,” You cupped his face, making him look at you. You turned around, and his embrace loosened but remained around your waist. “I love you. You’re my best friend. I love you more than my shop. I promise that I always will, no matter the circumstances. You’re a good person, I know that. I promise, I pinky-promise.” You held up your pinky, and he brushed away his tears wrapping his finger around yours.

You don’t remember exactly what he had said before he left, something about a band dropping out of the club he played at. He had gotten a call and gathered his things almost immediately. You offered to go with him, you always wanted to see him live with his fans but he always refused. He said that it wasn’t your scene, and all grimy- it wasn’t somewhere you should be, not a play for someone pure as you. But you didn’t feel pure and insisted that he was the purer of you two. But it didn’t matter, when Jisung’s mind was set, it was set. He kissed your forehead, and before the door close he wrapped his pinky around yours without another word.

And then Jisung disappeared again.

It wasn’t the first time, but it was one of the longest. The days dragged on, the day having to pull and drag the night up into the sky. Even the sky’s star shined dimly, there only because of obligation. Ever since you started making arrangements back home at your mother’s flower store, you never liked roses much. But now you were starting to understand people’s obsession with them. It was an iconic symbol of love, everyone’s go-to, and you supposed there was a good reason for that. Its smell was sickeningly sweet, and the petals like velvet. You started getting letters in the mail. It happened every day. And even though you were flattered, you began to get worried. Worry arising.

After four months, you finally saw Jisung again. He kept somewhat in contact, but he had been busy. There were two months with complete radio silence, and one night you saw news coverage of shots fired in a car chase. You hadn’t put two and two together then, not even as you saw Jisung slightly limp as he moved around your store. You remember being conflicted about asking him, but as he kept telling you about his stories featuring his group members, you got lost.

That’s the night it all happened.

But before that, way before that. Maybe it really was love at first sight.

After the hose incident, you found Jisung lingering around your store until closing time. He had brought sweets every day for two weeks until you invited him back up to your apartment.

“Thank god,” he groaned, “My grandmother said if it didn’t work this time, she was going to interfere. Jokes on her, though, I’ve been stealing sweets forever.”

You laughed, getting bold after closing the shop and tugging at his wrist as you pulled him up the metal spiral stairs. “I would be more worried about Minho,” you teased, “you’d better not be slacking off during practice or he’ll chew you out.”

“Ew, ugh! Don’t remind me.”

“So, um,” you looked down, “What do you want to do?”

“Can I pick a movie?”

He had chosen a romance movie, you could’ve gone to the theater instead, but he insisted that he would pay you back for the fee- and that going to the theater would never be better than streaming at home. You didn’t mind romance movies, they were fun to watch. But during the less tense parts of the movies, you could feel yourself falling asleep and before you knew it your head was on his shoulder. If you were less sleepy, you would’ve freaked out as he pulled you closer is fingers lightly drawing shapes on your hips. You awoke when you felt Jisung’s chest heave and you looked up to see him crying. It was the first time you saw Jisung cry, and it broke your heart.

“Jisung, are you okay? We can change the movie if it’s too much…”

“No! Sorry, it’s just…”

“It’s just?”

“I don’t think there’s anything more beautiful than love. I’m going to have a love like this one day. And I can’t wait. Thinking about makes me cry.”

 You were awake now. Eyes glazed over, still heavy with exhaustion and sleep. The blood down your back had dried now, you could feel your hair all bunched together and sticky with the flaky dried and blood. It was throbbing, pulsing almost- the headache was unbearable. How long has it been? How long would it be? You tried moving your legs, a numb static began to make you grow in discomfort. It was for the better though, because otherwise you would’ve felt the rope digging in and around your ankles. It was hard, you had to press your wrists further against the cuffs in order to help yourself. It was awkward, like a baby learning how to walk. It must’ve been hours when you stood there, the feeling finally returning to your legs. Your arms were relieved with the ability to relax, even if they were in an awkward position. They were still strung up, but at least your upper arm could relax.

The flowers in the room had been replaced, but the petals around you were starting to become crisp and brown. Alstroemerias, altheas, arbutus, red and yellow balsams, Japanese rose, jumpers, and kalmias. It made you shiver with disgust and fear. Where was he getting these flowers? Was he going back to your shop? 

You collapsed suddenly, your legs caving in on yourself. Your wrists pulled at harshly as your knees hit the floor. Have you eaten? You couldn’t have, how long has it been? Your stomach began to turn, you were hungry, but that was the least of your worries. Was Jisung really dead? What about his friends, Minho, Chan and everyone else? Were they dead too? How were you to expected to live with yourself, knowing you had brought his misfortune on all of them? If they were alive, how could you expect them to forgive you for the mess you had made? You couldn’t, and you would have to live with the guilt of hurting Jisung for the rest of your life. Because you knew it was dangerous, falling in love with someone knowing that it could be turned against you at any moment- but you did anyway. And now you had dug your own grave. Thoughts were growing difficult to form, the space growing through your coherent thoughts. All you could was feel.

How much time has passed? Months? Weeks? Days? Hours? Minutes? All you knew was white. You could see the walls fill in the spots in your vision. It was irrational, but you began to hate the white painted walls. The lack of color was draining you, except for the vase in front of you. You wanted to kick it, destroy it completely- you wanted to move and release everything- every emotion and irrational thought boiling with impulsivity in your head. The only thought going through your head, getting louder and louder, blocking the diminishing number of coherent thoughts.

Jisung is dead.

Jisung is dead.

Jisung is dead.

Jisung is dead.

Jisung is dead.

Jisung is dead.

You cried, even as dehydrated as you were. Your voice was raspy, and you couldn’t even speak words of comfort to yourself. You couldn’t remember, you couldn’t make them out.”It’s…going….to...be...okay.” Maybe it was pathetic but you were the only one you could lean on. You couldn’t hang on to the hope that someone was going to rescue you, especially if the only people you were dead- or angry because of the mess you had caused.

“Have you learned your lesson?”

You looked up, vision spotty and glazed with tears, and nodded desperately. You were mad at yourself for giving in so easily. “You’re pretty like this, “ he cooed, “All broken down and desperate.” He stroked your hair, fingers getting caught in your bloodied hair. “I bet you’re hungry, hm? I’m not going to let you go, so you’re going to have to let me feed you. I’d hate to have to...well, you know.”

You wish you didn’t.

 It felt like you were giving in as you ate, the food dry and difficult to swallow. He sat there for a while. The water he made you drink missed your mouth and streamed down your neck. You sat there, helpless, unable to clean yourself. “What a pretty mess,” he murmured, “What a pretty mouth. Just for me.” You hated him, you did. You hated him like forest fire, like the damage of a natural disaster. He disgusted you, he was disgusting- time and time again, he had taken everything that mattered to you. And he won. You felt pathetic, useless. Jisung was dead, dead and gone and you felt like it was all your fault. It made you shake, your heart thumping against your ribcage, begging to get out.

His phone rang, the ringtone burning in your ear. “Yes… I told you...Just get it...Dead.” He must’ve heard you lean against the metal cuffs, because he got up. He smiled, using his thumb to wipe the water off your lips. You were beginning to panic again, maybe it was a small chance that he was talking about Jisung and stray kids, but any chance was big enough to get worried. Before he closed the door, before you could give a second thought: “Help me take..a bath. Please.” Even with your soft, raspy and broken voice, it was enough to get his attention. Words were getting harder to form, it was getting to harder to even think- but you had to warn them, even if you don’t know what the danger was. Because if the call was about them, some of them were alive- and that meant you could clean up some of your mess, or at least make up for it. He ended the call quickly, uncuffing you. You arms immediately dropped, hands slamming against the floor.

“I knew you would come around. But you’d better behave. I don’t care if I have to hurt you to keep you complacent.” You watched as he pulled at your legs, untying the rope that kept your legs together. You struggled to get up, so he opted to carry you, throwing you over his back. It hurt your eyes to be flooded with color as he carried you to the bathroom. The bath ran and you sat in the warm water, he was watching you as he sat on the toilet cover. The feeling was returning to your body as the water in the filling bathtub lapped against you. “Help...me.” You didn’t want him to touch you, you never wanted to feel his fingers brush against your bare skin. You didn’t trust him, and you never would. Especially not after he did, or tried to do with Jisung. But more than anger, you felt guilt. It was overwhelming, contradictory feelings making your head spin even more. You shuddered as you felt the soap against your back.

“I missed you,” he murmured, “I’ve been searching for you for so long, waited for you so long.”

You swallowed hard, biting your lip as he continued. “I watched you for months. I wanted to take you and carry you away in the night, but I wanted to make him watch. He needed to know you were mine.” You felt hot water pour over your head, the bathtub becoming decorated in a red tint. “I almost gave up, I thought I had lost you completely. But then I saw you with lover boy. I wanted to kill him right there, I wanted to kill everyone but you. He gave a good fight though, beat the shit out of me. But guess who’s dead and who’s got the love?” He laughed at that, massaging something into your hair and picking at the flecks. You felt your wound burn and you moved to cover it, but he slapped your hand away. “Me. I won. You’re all mine, and if I ever see him again. I’ll kill everyone. I’m the only one who loves, okay? Not Jisung, not anyone else. You’re mine.” You heard him murmur that again and again. “I love you, you’re mine, mine.” You brought your knees to your chest, glad that the water hid the fact that you were crying. He didn’t push you to get up though, at least he was that decent. You watched as the red water swirled down the drain. He left and brought a towel, and your dress was clean and pressed. He sat on the toilet cover again, watching in case you wanted to pull something again.

This time you walked, content with being able to feel your weight shift as you walked. You knew this feeling, what it felt like to be completely devoid of basic powers. He led you back to the room, watching the phone in his back pocket. As you entered the room, you took an interest in the flowers. They were beautiful, despite what they meant. It was the only color in the white void of a room, and it mocked you. Your fingers caressed the petals, and the smell was haunting. Your heart was beating again, and you did your best to keep your face blank.

“Aren’t they nice? I got them just for you. You don’t even know what they mean, do you?

“No...tell me.”

“Nah. It’s a secret just for me.”

He moved to set up your ties again, and you got up, legs wobbling with a slight shake as your grip around the black vase tightened. It was now or never. It didn’t happen in slow motion- you knew that wasn’t possible. But you watched as the vase shattered against the back of his head, falling, bursting into tiny pieces as the flowers fell to his feet and he toppled. You knew there was no way he would be down for long, so you fished the phone out of his pockets. You panicked as you ran around the large house, searching for a room to hide in the meanwhile. His phone was locked, but you saw the screen unlock as you typed in your anniversary. You didn’t know where you were, a random room with various boxes. You slide the closet door open, met with the smell of mothballs but you entered anyway. There was a lot of stuff, and you piled things on top of you as you typed Jisung’s number.

It fell to voicemail, and you felt tears well up in your eyes.

“Jisung….it’s me….don’t have time, please...he’s send..ing...someone. Be safe..please...I’m in love.... with you. I’m sorry.”

You ended the call, typing in the emergency number.

“What’s your emergency?”

“I’m trapped...abducted.”

“Do you know where you are?”

“No.”

“Okay, stay calm okay? Please stay on the line as long as you can.”

“Can’t..he’s coming. Oh god, I’m as good...as dead.”

“Can you tell me his name please?”

“_____”

“____, as in the gang leader?”

“Yes.”

“I need you to stay on the line okay. Do you remember where you last were?”

“Boseong, my shop...flower shop..mirror.”

You heard the door slam open and the closet door slide open with a large creak.

“Sweetheart? Are you still there? Sweetheart, stay on the line. Is he in the room-?”

“Caught.”

azaleas: fragility

petunias: your prescense soothes me

globe amaranths: immortality, unfading love

carrot flowers: do not refuse me

asphodel in a black vase: death threat

eglatines: i wound to heal

lemon blossom: fidelity in love

peach blossom: i am your captive

lungworts: thou art my life

phlox: our souls are united, unanimity

alstroemerias: devotion

altheas: consumed by love

arbutus: love only for you

red balsams: touch me not, impatient resolve

yellow balsams: impatience

japanese rose: beauty is your only attraction

jumpers: asylum, aid, protection

kalmias: treachery

[spiffyflypie]

my PERSONAL ratings of barbie movies

note: this doesnt mean any of these movies are worse or better than the others this is just my taste. also its only the ones ive seen

no pictures bc im lazy

Barbie: Swan Lake

gonna be honest i dont remember this one super well! The love interest is forgettable but I think i had a whole birthday party with this movie as the theme so at the very least its super entertaining to a five year old. The villain isn’t memorable either but the sheer drama of making the prince think odile was odette was tastey (and yes i know thats the plot of the original ballet but barbie did it good) 5/10

Barbie: Nutcracker

a CLASSIC! The Nutcracker is such a sweetheart and Clara is a good mix of realistically bratty for her age and also Good and Kind. Tim Curry plays one of the more intimidating Barbie villains. Captain Candy is gay. Aesthetics are very good. Unfortunately human!eric is a bland design. 8/10

Barbie: Rapunzel

Had a FUCKING DRAGON! Also I think the soundtrack was super pretty. Plus rapunzel’s magic brush was a very creative take on the story. Again, forgettable love interest, but the sidekicks (the dragon and the rabbit) are fun and the sequence where rapunzel paints magic things is so dreamy. 7/10

Barbie: Princess and the Pauper

Another classic! This time with memorable love interests and sidekicks that are actually likeable. Serafina and Wolfie are great and Dominic and Julian are good and distinctive dudes. Gay vibes and Im not judging yall for shipping Erica and Annalise but dont u think it would be weird to date someone who looks just like you? The music in this one FUCKING BANGS!!! 10/10

Fairytopia

Practically perfect! Bibble is a good sidekick but borders on annoying. Elina is fantastic and so cool and also azura is Very Good. Laverna was cool but her henchmen were, the worst. So dumb. No love interest so thats cool! Elina said gay rights. Unfortunately has that trope of “fixing” the disabled person at the end by giving her wings :p 8/10 would be a perfect ten if they in fact stuck to the moral that elina was fine the way she was/that her difference was what made her strong

Mermaidia

Nori, queen of compulsory heterosexuality! Shes “jealous” of elina bc she thinks Nalu likes her better but what is the truth??? I remember this one being pretty funny. NOt much else to say. 6/10

Barbie: Island Princess

I love this one. If only the elephant didnt have big weird eyelashes. The peacock and the red panda are up there with lumiere and cogsworth, peakley jumba, in terms of bickering gay fathers. The score slaps and the fact that the prince’s original fiancee wasnt villified in any way was very good. 9/10

Mariposa

Oh i LOVE Mariposa. Shes got a great aesthetic going on and prince carlos is a sweetheart. Willa is also very good. The skeezites or whatever those big dumb things are? are very annoying. 8/10

Magic of Pegasus

SUCH FUN! Lovely wintery aesthetics, anika is fun and spunky, brienna or brietta or whatever her name was is a GODDAMN PEGASUS! imagine if YOUR long-lost sister was a pegasus! wenlock is an annoyingly fun villain id love to punch him. aidan is kind of an asshole but ultimately caring and devoted. shiver is annoyingly precious but oh well what can u do. LOVE the measure of courage and that the ring of love ended up being familial love! 9/10 wenlock is a shitty bitch

Twelve Dancing Princesses

Honestly a decent job of making twelve distinctive characters easy to keep track of. Genevieve is great and gosh what’s his face, the love interest, is very cute. The cat twila or whatever is kinda overly-precious but thats fine. Rowena was a fun villain. Genevieve and Mr Cobbler are Big Romance!!! 9/10

Starlight Express or whatever the heat death of the universe one was

VERY gay. Barbie and that girl who started as her rival but became her friend? HM. Also the dude u thought was gonna be a love interest just ended up being a fun doofy sidekick. Conceptually horrifying bc the stars are dying! 8/10

Diamond Castle

Also very very gay. I dont remember a lot about it but i think it was very good 9/10

Christmas Carol

fucken great! its weird to see barbie as a scrooge-type character but I think its 100 times better than the original story. dont remember it well so wont say much 6/10

[kiddoryder]

Birthday Puppet

Hey guys! I wanted to say thank you for liking my first Hazbin Hotel fanfic and my OC. I really appreciate it!

 Anyway this new fanfic introduces my other Hazbin Hotel OC Lucius! The nephew of Sir Pentious, and it’s his birthday which is uncle got a special surprise for his nephew that don’t sit well for Charlie and the others.

 So relax and enjoyed the story! @vivziepop

 At a fancy Victorian Castle (Idk where he lives but I can picture it’s something fancy) Sir Pentious was ordering his Egg Bois to set up a party. They were in his stage room setting up the party and the egg Bois was working hard and fast.

 Sir Pentious - “Hurry up and set up those balloons!”

 All Egg Bois - “Yes boss!”

 Egg boi 21 - “Hey boss! What’s the party for anyway?”

 Sir Pentious angrily grabbed the egg boi with his tail. This made him and the other egg Bois scared and jealous that Pentious grabbed one of them.

 Sir Pentious - “Haven’t you been listening?! Today is my nephew’s Lucius birthday. This year his parents decided to let him to spend it with me. And this party gotta be perfect!”

 Sir Pentious then heard the door knocking.

 Sir Pentious - “He’s here!”

 Sir Pentious threw the egg boi away and quickly slithered to the door. He opened the door and there was his preteen nephew Lucius. Lucius looks similar to his Uncle, but he was more humanmade since he has legs. Lucius has gray hair, wearing a white shirt, a black tie, gray vest, black pants, and black shoes with white spats. He was also holding a book bag.

 Lucius - “Hello Uncle Pentious.”

 Sir Pentious - “Hello Lucius! Happy birthday my boy. Come in! Wait until I see what I got planned for you.”

 Sir Pentious came into the house and Sir Pentious lead him to the stage room. Lucius eyes widen in amazement at what his uncle plan for him.

 Luscious - “Oh Uncle this is amazing!”

 Sir Pentious - “Anything for my nephew.”

 Egg boi 8 - “Hello Lucius-“

 Lucius - “It’s YOUNG MASTER Lucius to you minion.”

 Egg boi 8 - “My apologizes Young Master Lucius but, didn’t you invite friends over to the party?”

 Lucius - *scoff* “Who need friends when I have minions? Besides, friendship disgust me.”

 Sir Pentious - “Your parents and I taught you well my boy.”

 Then all of a sudden, one of the egg Bois accidentally tripped and dropped a bowl of punch. The bowl of punch landed on Lucius wetting him and ran toward a mirror and saw that he was a wet sticky mess.

 Lucius - *angry* “IM UGLY!!”

 Egg boi 47 - *nervously* “Oopsie…”

 Then glass cups were being thrown at the egg Bois and Pentious. Some of the egg Bois got crushed to death.

 Egg boi 28 - “Hey!”

 Then more dangerous things like glass, forks and knives was being thrown. Pentious and the egg Bois hide behind big crates.

 Lucius - “YOU IDIOTS RUINED MY GOOD LOOKS!!”

 Lucius kept on throwing things which kept Pentious and the egg Bois still hiding.

 Sir Pentious - “Now look at what you idiots has done! You made him mad!”

 Egg boi 47 - “But I tripped while holding the punch.”

 Sir Pentious - “Well you shouldn’t have tripped!”

 A sharp knife was thrown through the crates and it killed an Egg Boi.

 Egg Bois and Pentious - “AHHH!”

 Looking for something else to throw, Lucius went inside his bag and picks up a doll. However it wasn’t just a doll, it was a raggedy Sonya/Liz doll he made. Lucius then looked at the doll, tears began to form in his eyes and began to sob and wail loudly while hugging the doll.

 Sir Pentious - “Go see what he is going now.”

 Egg boi 23 - *frighten* “But Boss, I’m scared.”

 Sir Pentious - “NOW!!”

 Egg boi 23 timidly looked up and saw Lucius crying while hugging his doll.

 Egg boi 23 - “The young master Lucius is crying Boss.”

 Pentious looked up and saw Lucius crying while hugging his doll.

 Pentious - *concern* “Why are you crying Lucius?”

 Lucius - *through his tears* “Now the girl of my dreams will never love me like this! She even rejected my invitation to my party...I even called her my property!”

 Lucius just broke down into sobs again. It just breaks his Uncle’s heart to see him so sad. Especially on his birthday.

 Sir Pentious - “Don’t worry Lucius your birthday will still be great! *sinister* and I already know the perfect gift!

 ()()()()()()()()

 Meanwhile Sonya was there spending time with Charlie and the others at the hotel. There was a knock on the door and Sonya opened it. It was an Egg Boi with a letter in his hands.

Egg Boi 19  - “Good morning my good lady. Sir Pentious would like you to come to-“

Sonya grabbed the letter, kicked the Egg Boi far away, and close the door.

 Charlie - “Who was it, Sonya?” Sonya “Some talking egg thing who gave me some weird letter.”

 Sonya - *reads it* “Come to my party my lovely property from Lucius" Augh! Does anybody got a lighter?” Angel Dust hands her a lighter and she burn the letter. Then she crumbled the envelope and threw it in the trash.

 Vaggie - “What’s wrong Sonya? Who’s Lucius?”

 Sonya - “He's a boy who have a crush on me.”

 Charlie - “Aw! That is so cute!”

 Sonya - “No it’s not cute! It’s disgusting especially with him.”

 Vaggie - “Aw come on he can’t be that bad.”

 Sonya - “He’s Sir Pentious’ nephew.”

 Vaggie - “On second thought maybe him having a crush on you is really bad.”

 Angel - “So wait, Sir Pentious’ brat have a crush on you?”

 Sonya - “Yeah that what I said.”

 Angel then burst into laughter much to the confusion of Charlie, and the anger of Sonya and Vaggie. Husk was just drinking his alcohol not caring and Nifty was busy cleaning.

 Sonya - *crossing her arms* “And what is so funny?”

 Angel - *laughing* “Sir Pentious’s brat having a crush on you! *laughing*

 Sonya - *mad* “Angel it’s not funny!”

 Angel - “Oh yeah you’re right it’s not funny...It’s fucking hilarious!! *laughs more*

 Vaggie- “Angel stop it, or I’ll knock you out!”

 Angel - *laughing dying down* “Okay okay. You gals have no sense of humor.”

 Sonya - “Well it’s not funny to be always get kidnapped by a slithering asshole.”

 Charlie - *shocked* “Wait he kidnapped you?! Why didn’t you tell me? I mean if that the case we gotta lock up the hotel and-“

 Sonya - “Ah Cousin Charlie don’t worry about it.”

 Charlie - “What? But he come and kidnapped you and-“

 Sonya - “Oh please he’s always tries to kidnap me. Do you know how many times I been bag snagged, locked in a suitcase and chained up? So much to the point that this rate, I can escape blindfolded. Oh he forgot to blindfold me that time.”

 Angel - “Wow that’s really impressive kid.”

 Sonya - “Yeah but it’s really stressful too at the same time. He just likes me for my looks and want me to be a “proper lady” and follow the “woman code” basically being a stereotype of a girl: wearing dresses, looking pretty, doing housework. Bleugh! So stressful… *sat down on a bar chair and turn to Husk* hey buddy, what drink you recommended?”

 Husk - “Hold up let me see. *give her a liquor bottle* here you go.”

 Sonya - “Thanks.”

 Sonya was about to take a sip until Charlie grabbed the bottle.

 Charlie - “Sonya are you nuts?! You don’t drink liquor! That’s for depression. You drink red wine for stress.”

 Charlie hands her a glass of red wine. Sonya began to drink the wine and feel a little calmer.

 Charlie - “Okay so Lucius have some obsession issues, but have you try talking to him about it?”

 Sonya - “Yeah. The first time I let down gently, he did this!”

 Sonya lift up her shirt a little to show a stab wound scar above her belly button.

 Vaggie - *shocked* “He stabbed you?!”

 Sonya - “Yeah saying that he ‘freaked out’.”

 Charlie - “Sonya why didn’t you tell me or anybody else?”

 Sonya - “Because like I said Cousin Charlie, I can take care of myself. I mean he is related to Sir Pentious after all and failure do run in their family. Besides, stuff like stabbing and killing happen in Hell all the time it’s not much of a big deal.”

 Angel - “Sonya does get a good point Charlie. Somebody could get run over and nobody would care.”

 Charlie - “Okay that is fair...but still though!”

 Sonya - “Hey don’t worry Cousin Charlie, if I really needed help, I will call you.”

 Charlie - “Promise?”

 Sonya - “I promise. *drinks more wine* But I can take care of myself *starting to sound mad and stress* to that no good Victorian bastard son of a bitch. I’ll-“

 Unknowingly to Sonya, she was also shaking in rage. It got so bad to point that she crushed the cup in her hands and the wine splatter on her clothes and face.

 Sonya - “Damn it! Excuse me I gotta go change now.”

 Sonya went upstairs to her own hotel room. Then after she finished changing in the bathroom, she heard a strange noise. Sonya started to look around her room.

Sonya - “Hello? Anybody there?”

 Suddenly, Sir Pentious slithered into the room. Sir Pentious - “Hello my dear.” Before Sonya could scream or fight back, Sir Pentious took out a white rag that has his venom and covered Sonya’s mouth and nose with it that  knocked her out. Sir Pentious evilly smiled and slung her over his shoulder and quietly open the window, and saw the latter connected to his blimp. He grabbed the latter and flew away without being noticed.

 Sir Pentious came back to his house still holding Sonya over his shoulder. The Egg Bois saw their boss stage back carrying Sonya.

 Egg Boi 666 - “Wow boss! You got the girl!”

 Egg Boi 15 - “Should I get Young Master Lucius boss?”

 Sir Pentious - “Of course not! I want this to be a surprise for him. The question is: what to do with her? Hmm…”

 Sir Pentious sees wooden board, paints, hooks and a big pink frilly dress. Even saw some of the egg Bois either playing with them or getting themselves killed. Pentious - “Hmm I got an idea!”

 ()()()()()()()()()

 Back at the hotel, Angel Dust was just flipping channels on the television drinking liquor, Vaggie was reading a book and was drinking beer, and Charlie came into the lobby looking worried.

Charlie - “Hey guys, have Sonya came down at all?”

 Angel Dust - “Nope.”

 Vaggie - “No why?”

 Charlie - “It’s been half an hour and she haven’t calm down at all.”

 Vaggie - “Maybe she just wants to have a little alone time.”

 Angel Dust - “Alone time? Isn’t she a little too young for that I mean once you start watching those type of movies, you can’t stop and-“?

 Vaggie - *shocked* “NOT that kind of alone time you idiot!”

 Angel Dust - “Well be clearer next time!”

 Vaggie - *rolled her eyes* “Anyway, she’s probably in her room reading or listening to music.”

 Charlie - “That’s true. Maybe I’m overreacting...Hey Husk can I have some vodka?”

 Husk threw her a vodka bottle and Charlie caught it. Charlie sat on the couch with Angel and Vaggie to watch TV. The TV turned static for a few seconds until it shows Sir Pentious fiddling with the camera.

 Sir Pentious - “Is it on?”

 Egg Boi 52 - “Yeah boss! We are on TV now! *he waves at the camera* Hi people!”

 Sir Pentious was annoyed and pushed the Egg Boi out of the way.

 Sir Pentious - “Greetings you pathetic sinners! It is I your future ruler: Sir Pentious!”

 Angel Dust - *deadpan* “Oh joy it’s Sir Penny on TV.”

 Charlie - “Let see what’s his so called “plans” this time to take over Hell this time.”

 Vaggie - “I bet it’s something really stupid like most of his other plans are.”

 Sir Pentious - You see, I prepared something very special for my nephew Lucius who *The egg boi was moving the camera down but Pentious made it go back up* HOLD IT STILL! Anyway, I prepared something very special for my dear nephew Lucius whose birthday is today!”

 The Egg Boi turned the camera to Lucius. He was now cleaned up but still looked bummed out. He was hearing a party crown and sadly blew a birthday blower. Then an Egg Boi tapped Sir Pentious’ arm and whispered:

 Egg Boi 12 - *whispered*  “She’s awake now Boss!”

 Sir Pentious - “Oh perfect! Oh Lucius come over here, I got a surprise for you.”

Lucius went next to his uncle and saw lots of buttons and levers and a small button remote. Sir Pentious presses a button on the table, and the curtain stage opens to reveal wooden fake animals, trees, and the backdrop was the forest. Angel, Charlie and Vaggie looked confused on what Sir Pentious was doing on TV.

 Charlie - “Really a puppet show?”

 Vaggie - “I guess he lost his touch.”

 Angel Dust - “Forget his touch, he lost his fucking brain. With all those extra eyes you'd think he'd see just how stupid that is.”

 Charlie chuckled at that statement as she, Vaggie and Angel Dust continue to drink their alcohol.

 Charlie - “I wish Sonya was down here to watch it with us.”

 Vaggie - “Maybe she’s watching it in her room. You did put the TV in there for a reason.”

 Charlie - “Good point.”

Lucius - “A puppet show? You made me a puppet show? Well I guess that is pretty cool since your puppet shows always entertain me.”

Sir Pentious - “Thank you. But this isn’t just any puppet show for you my boy, I happened to have gotten a very special for "puppet" for you!”

The Egg Boi turned the camera to the stage and Sir Pentious pressed a button on the table. The stage lights went on and Sonya came down the stage. Two hooks were impaled into both her hands which made her float and her hands bleed. Sonya was wearing a pink Victorian dress with white socks and Mary Jane shoes. She was also wearing a white headband with a feather on it with her hair loose. Sonya was fully awake but looked confused and a little in pain. Lucius gasps happily while Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust spit out their drink in shock.

 Lucius - *happily* “I-Is That!!”

 Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust - *shocked and horrified* “SONYA?!”

 Sonya - “What the hell? Where am I? And where are my clothes!?”

 Pentious - “Oh I burnt them and gave you a brand new pretty one!”

 Sonya - *mad* “You burnt my clothes?!”

 Pentious - “Oh yes cause a young lady such as yourself shouldn’t being wearing such horrid clothes.”

 Lucius - “Uncle, you did this for me?”

 Sir Pentious - “Well of course. You deserved something special for your birthday. What's more special than your own property? Beside I-“

 Sonya - *shocked* “What?! I'm nobody prop-“

 Angry that he got interrupted, Sir Pentious pressed the button he had on the remote and the hooks and chains glows light blue and end up electrifying  Sonya and she screamed in pain.

 Sonya - *panting* W-what the hell was that?!”

Sir Pentious - “Oh it’s something I added to the hooks and chains. I just to press this button on the remote that can make me shock you as much as I want! It would teach you some matters to becoming a proper lady for Lucius. The pain helps you learn.”

 Lucius - “And we will make sure that other self of yours would be a proper lady too. Excellent idea for making the hooks not reach her fingers Uncle. We can’t let that wild side of her come out you know?”

 Sir Pentious - “Agreed. Although perhaps once Sonya becomes a proper lady, the other side of her would be even more proper.”

 Sonya - *angry* “When I get down here, I'm gonna-“

Then all of a sudden, Sir Pentious use his tail and wrapped it around Sonya’s neck beginning to choke her. He even grabbed her cheeks and began to sink his nails into it.

 Sir Pentious - "Oh I'm sorry what was that you said missy? You said: *sinisterly* I'm going to make Lucius happy by being his puppet because if you don’t, I would kill you by squeezing you until your lungs pop?" Sonya - *while being choked* “S-Stop!”

Sir Pentious - “That's what I thought.”

 Sir Pentious let go of Sonya and she was now panting from being choked. Even though she couldn’t see it, she felt small drops of blood fell off her cheeks.

 Lucius - “Oh Uncle, you've made me the happiest boy in Hell!”

He hugs his uncle and The Egg Bois awed. The Egg Boi that was the camera then turned to Sonya. Sonya was panting in pain and saw the camera turned to her.

 Sonya - “Oh god I don't normally say this but: *desperately* SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!”

 Sir Pentious - *takes the video camera away* “What you doing to stupid fetus? Don’t record that! *looks at the camera* Lucius! How do I turn this thing off?”

 Lucius - “You need to rotate the zoom ring to off in order to turn the camera off.”

 Pentious - *confused* “Huh? Where is this thing you call zoom ring?”

 Lucius - *takes the camera* “Let me do it!”

 Sonya - “You better let me go now-“

 Sir Pentious pressed the button that shocked her and screamed in pain. Lucius then turn off the camera which made the TV goes back to its regular channel.

 Charlie - “Hold on Sonya I’m coming!”

 Charlie was about to run out the door until Vaggie stopped her.

 Vaggie - “Wait Charlie, we can’t just go yet.”

 Charlie - “But you saw what happened on the TV!

We need to save her!”

 Vaggie - “I know but we don't know where the party is. It could be anywhere for all we know.”

 “I figured out where.”

 They all turned to Niffty and saw she was holding a crumpled envelope.

 Niffty - “I saw it on the TV too and I remember Sonya having this and throwing it out. The top left should say his address.”

 Niffty took the paper, straighten out and the address. They all looked at the crumpled envelope and said an address that said, “Nightmare Boulevard 11001”.

 Charlie - “Excellent work Niffty let’s get going!”

 They all ran to Charlie’s limo and surprisingly, Charlie got into the driver’s seat and began to drive fast.

 Charlie - “Don't worry baby cousin, Charlie is coming!”

 ()()()()()()()

 Meanwhile back at the party Sir Pentious, Lucius, and the egg Bois was laughing being entertain by the “puppet show”. They were” controlling the chains to move Sonya’s arms around and two extra robot arms to move her legs to make her dance. Sonya never felt such anger and pain in her life and wanted nothing more to be free and beat the living crap of them. Sadly she couldn’t due to the hooks being deep impales in her hands and keep on getting shocked. Even if it she wasn’t getting shock, she would be banged against the wall, the floor, or even the lights. Sonya couldn’t even let out Liz due to her fingers can’t reach the ends and all Liz could do is sadly watch seeing her other self-getting tortured.

 Sonya - “Let me go your Victorian asshole!”

 Sir Pentious shocks her and Sonya screamed in pain.

Sir Pentious - “Ah ah ah. That's no way to speak to me or my nephew, especially on his birthday.”

 Lucius - “Come on my lovely Sonya where's your passion?”

 Sonya - *angry and sarcastic* “Oh, you mean beneath my rage and fury?”

 Sir Pentious - “Aw you just can’t handle the fact that I'm just simply having some fun with my dear nephew.”

 Egg Boi 91 - “And us too!”

 Sir Pentious slapped the Egg Boi away in annoyed.

 Lucius - “Yes I mean my property Sonya.” Sonya - “No I'm not! You always try to kidnap me!”

 Lucius - “Because I want you with me, forever!”

 Pentious - “Okay enough chit chat. How about a little puppet show!”

 Egg Boi 12 - “Oh boy!”

 Lucius - “Oooh, I'd love that.”

 Then Charlie, Angel Dust, and Vaggie sneak into the castle and saw the party room. It was actually pretty easy since the guards were eggs Bois and they quickly killed them. Then they  quietly sneak into the party room and hide behind the chairs and they saw on stage the curtain opening.

Sir Pentious - “Once Upon of time, there was some weakling pathetic girl name Sonya.”

He pressed the button and Sonya came down looking angry and in pain.

 Sonya - “I'm not part of this!!”

 Sir Pentious pressed the button and Sonya got shocked again.  

 Sir Pentious - “The pain help you learn.”

 Sonya - “The pain is melting my brain!”

 Sir Pentious - “Anyway, Sonya was really lonely and pathetic. She would always say: Sonya - “FUCK YOU!!”

 Egg Boi 25 - *gasps* “What such language!!”

 Lucius - “May I uncle?”

Sir Pentious -  “Oh, how could I say no to the birthday boy?” Sir Pentious gave Lucius the remote and Lucius presses the button two times and it shocks Sonya twice. Sonya screamed in pain much to the horror of Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust. Even a jerk like Angel Dust was even horrified and disgusted on what Sir Pentious and Lucius was doing to Sonya.

 Charlie - “This is horrible!”

 Vaggie - “Wait until I get ahold of that brat! I'll give him the biggest birthday beating of a lifetime!”

 Angel - “Yeah! Can’t we just shoot them?”

 Charlie - “No you can’t! We could get caught and they could kill Sonya.”

 Angel - “So what else you suggest we-“

 Vaggie - “Shh! Something happening.”

 They turned and heard Lucius saying:

 Lucius - “Uncle I’m starting to get famished. Is it okay we have some birthday cake?”

 Sir Pentious - “Why of course Lucius. Come on you chicken shits it’s time for cake!”

 Egg Bois - “Yes Boss!”

 Sonya - “Wait! Can’t I at least eat some cake? I mean isn’t it the “women code” ladies first?”

 Lucius - “Well Yes you are correct about that. But it’s my birthday and I get what I want! You get to eat later.”

 Sir Pentious - “Oh and one more thing:”

 Sir Pentious pressed a different button. Instead of getting shocked, two small hands appeared from the side of the headbands and it stretched Sonya’s mouth into a force smile.

 Sir Pentious - “This helps you smile. Don’t worry once your mind is clean from our training, you will be the proper lady you meant to be for Lucius. Remember, the pain helps you learn.”

 Sir Pentious laughs as he left the room. Sonya was panting in pain and felt like crying. She never felt this kind of torture before especially from Sir Pentious and Lucius. Liz came in shadow form came and looked at Sonya sadly because she can’t help. Sonya noticed Liz’s and tried to say:

 Sonya - “It’s. Okay”

 Then two small knives were thrown that destroyed the two robotic arms. Sonya spit out the remain of the robotic arms and her mouth was free. Confused, Sonya looked and saw Charlie, Vaggie and Angel Dust coming toward her.

 Sonya - *gasps* “Guys!”

 Charlie - *whispers* “Shh! Don’t worry sweetie we will get you out. The question is how?”

 Angel Dust - “Don’t worry Princess I’ll already figure it out.”

 Angel Dust use his second pair of arms and grabbed Sonya’s ankles. Angel was about to pull, but Vaggie stopped him.  

 Vaggie - “Do you literally have shits for brains? Are you trying to cause more pain to Sonya?!”

 Angel - “Is there anything you suggest Vag-hag?”

 Sonya - “Look I-“

 Sir Pentious - “What’s going on in there?!”

 Thinking quickly, Angel opened the doors opened the floor of the stage and hide. Vaggie climbed up the pole where the lights, and Charlie saw a clown costume. Getting an idea, Charlie quickly put on the costume and close the stage curtains. Sir Pentious, Lucius, and the Egg Bois came back into the stage room and saw the stage clown and the “clown”.

 Charlie - *in a goofy voice* “Why hello there!”

 Lucius - “Who are you?”

 Charlie - “I’m uhh...Chuckles the clown! I’m here for the birthday boy party!”

 Sir Pentious - “Strange. I don’t recall ordering a clown unless it was stupid minions of mine! *facepalm* ugh! They are stupider than I imagine. Anyway, what kind of clown are you? *threateningly* because if you are one those molester clowns you better not lay a finger on my nephew!”

 Charlie - “Oh no no. I’m the happy clown that makes kids happy!”

 Charlie began to do a goofy weird dance on stage. This leave the Egg Bois entertain while left Sir Pentious and Lucius confuses. While that was happening, Vaggie crawled on the top pole where Sonya was hanging. She hanged upside down and gently grabbed Sonya’s wrist and saw how deep impales the hooks where in her hands.

 Vaggie - “Aw geez the hooks are really impaling in your hands.”

 Sonya - “Please just do it! I can’t take any more of the torture.”

 Vaggie - “I know the hooks and shocking must be really painful.”

 Sonya - “Well yeah but wearing the dress is the real torture! And I don't care how painful to take out the hooks just get me out!”

 Vaggie - “Hang on, kiddo.” Vaggie took a deep breath, and  start pulling the first hook out and Sonya’s left hand. Vaggie managed to pull out the hook and Sonya managed not to scream, but a few tears slipped out. Her left hand was free but now had a hole and was bleeding more.

 Vaggie - “It’s okay Sonya, just one more hook and your free.”

 Sonya then gasps because she felt like somebody was holding her ankles. Vaggie and Sonya looked down to see Angel Dust halfway out the bottom stage door and holding on to her ankles.

 Vaggie - “What are you doing?”

 Angel Dust - “I’m getting the kid out what it looks like?”

 Vaggie - “Hey I got everything under control.”

 Angel Dust - Well you are taking too long. Plus I don’t think Charlie can keep up with the shitty clown act.”

 Charlie was still doing some goofy dances. While the Egg Bois was laughing and enjoying it, Sir Pentious and Lucius was just confused.

 Lucius - *whispers* “You think he’s a drunk clown or a drug addict clown?”

 Sir Pentious - *whispers* “Not sure. They are always hard to tell. It could be both.”

 Lucius - “Well this clown dance is weird.”

 Sir Pentious - “Agreed. *yelling* Hey clown! Entertain my nephew!”

 Sir Pentious threw an Egg Boi at Charlie. However Charlie caught it and began to juggle the egg boi.

 Lucius - “Oh that’s cool!”

 Sir Pentious - “Oh do you Huh? Hey clown! Juggle these!”

 Sir Pentious threw lots of Egg Bois at Charlie as she tried her best to juggle them. Lucius was laughing and being entertain as Pentious kept throwing more egg Bois. Unfortunately, it was too many Egg Bois she had to juggle, and she ended up losing her balance and fell dropping the Egg Bois. Sir Pentious and Lucius laughed at the some of the Egg Bois ended up getting splattered. However, one Egg Boi, grabbed onto the curtain and tried to hold on but his gripped wasn’t strong enough to hold on. But it was strong enough to pull down the curtains. That when it reveals Vaggie and Angel Dust trying to free Sonya and they all had an “oh crap!” Look while Sir Pentious and Lucius looked shocked.

 Now that they are caught,  Angel Dust quickly pulled Sonya down. The good news is that freed Sonya’s from the chains. Bad news: while it did freed Sonya, the hook was still impaling to her hand and Angel Dust accidently slam her face to the ground. Angel Dust quickly pulled Sonya with him to the stage floor and close the door.

 Lucius - “Those disgusting parasites are stealing my property!”

 Sir Pentious - “Well don’t just stand there you duck shits! Get that gay parasite!”

 Some of the Egg Bois grabbed long tasers stick and began to stick it on the stage ground. Angel Dust was holding Sonya in his second pair of arms and was dodging all the lasers. Angel kept dodging and even took out his gun to shoot them while holding Sonya.

 Sonya - *impressed* “Whoa you’re really good!”

 Angel - “Eh I work part time as a stripper before kid. This actually similar to this only I don’t have to take off my clothes.”

 While that was happening, Vaggie jumped down stage and began to crush some of the Egg Bois that was coming toward her and using the tasers. Charlie quickly took off the clown costume and also began to fight back.

 Sir Pentious - “Ah Princess. I should've known you were the jester because that all you are in hell!”

 Charlie - “At least I’m not a try-hard wannabe like you!”

 Lucius - “How dare you insult my Uncle like that!”

 Lucius pressed a button on the table and lasers began to come out. It started to shoot Charlie and Vaggie, but they managed to dodge them and even use Egg Bois as shields.

 Sir Pentious - “You added lasers? I taught you well my boy!”

 Lucius - “Well I did learn from the best.”

 However, Vaggie managed to destroy the laser gun by throwing a knife at it. Angel Dust managed to get himself and Sonya out of the bottom stage. Unfortunately, he tripped over a dead Egg Boi’s yolk and end up dropping Sonya. Sonya slid across the floor and two Egg Bois chained her up.

 Lucius - “Your parasites should have known better to steal my property!”

 Charlie - *angry* “Property?!”

 Vaggie - “Sonya isn’t your property!”

 Angel Dust - “Yeah! Charlie knew Sonya longer so she’s Charlie’s property.”

 Sonya - “Not helping!”

 Lucius - “Doesn’t matter. I choose and get what I want: And I choose Sonya as my property and that she is!”

 Sir Pentious - “And somebody tries to get in my nephew’s way, they have to go through me!”

 Sonya then managed to get up and swing the Egg Bois to the wall since they didn’t tighten the chains enough. Then Lucius noticed Sonya standing up and looking angry.

 Lucius - “Don’t you know it’s unlady of you to fight! It’s my birthday and I order you to surrender.”

 Sonya - “Surrender my ass! I don’t give a crap if it your birthday or bar mitzvah, I’m nobody's especially your property. All of the torture, you put me in a dress! Since you love puppets so much: Why don’t you be one!”

 Sonya pulled the hook out of her right hand beside the pain and threw it at Lucius. The hook impales his shoulder and he was now stuck in the wall.

 Lucius - *in pained* “Wow...this hook is pointy!”

 Sir Pentious - “Lucius!”

 Charlie - “And why don’t you join him!”

 Charlie took out two Spears that Vaggie handed her and impales Sir Pentious’s arms and pinned him on the ground.

 Angel - *amazed* “Whoa Princess that was impressive.”

 Charlie - “Hey you messed with family, you get deadly consequences.”

 Sir Pentious - “You will pay for this!”

 Sonya - “Hey here’s a treat for you!”

 Sonya took some cake and smashed it on Sir Pentious’s face. Then he walked up to Lucius and said:

 Sonya - “Happy birthday your douchebag of a brat!”

 Sonya smashes cake on Lucius face too. Then she and the others left the “party”. One of the Egg Boi just blew a party blower which Lucius angrily kicked him.

 ()()()()()()()()

 At the hotel, Sonya was now back in her regular clothes since she keeps spare clothes at the hotel. Charlie was cleaning the wounds on Sonya’s hands and was wrapping it gauze bandages. Then Charlie was finished, and Sonya was feeling better.

 Sonya - “Thanks for saving me guys.”

 Charlie - “Anytime. How are you feeling?”

 Sonya - “Well beside the terrible pain I felt getting shock, hooks impale in my hands, bang into walls, wearing a pink dress, and this could most likely scar me for life...I'm fine.”

 Charlie hugged Sonya in comfort since spent the whole day getting tortured by one of her most hated enemies .

 Charlie - “I’m just glad that you are okay. You know we would do anything to save you right?”

 Sonya - *smiling* “Yeah I know.”

 Vaggie - “I’m surprised that psycho brat didn’t come out.”

 Sonya - “Well she felt like that was more of my battle. Plus my hands was still in pain so she couldn’t use her weapons and didn’t want to bring more pain when it comes to using the fists.”

 Angel - “But what happened to Miss “I can escape Blindfolded?”

 Sonya - “Hey I was knocked out! I was caught off guard.”

 Vaggie - “Now we gotta know to be more careful. We can’t let that happen again.”

 Sonya - “I know I mean I can’t be one of those wimpy damsels in distress girls. They are so annoying and useless.”

 Charlie - “I understand that. But there’s nothing wrong for asking for help to get rescue once in a while.”

 Angel - “Yeah I mean I even asked for help when Penny kidnapped me.”

 Sonya - “He kidnapped you before?”

 Angel - “Yeah. He tried to torture me, but all he did was turn me on if you know what I mean?”

 Charlie - *uncomfortable* “Uhh right. *to Sonya* “What Angel is trying to say that is that even tough people like him and you, even Liz, would sometimes need help being rescue. And we would do anything to save you because we are two peas in a pod and family.”

 Sonya - “Thanks Cousin Charlie. I would do the same too.”

 Charlie and Sonya smiled and hugged each other. Charlie was happy that she rescued her cousin and Sonya knows her cousin and her new friends would come to rescue whenever she’s in trouble.

 Hope you all like it!

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DOPPEL THOUGHTS

I wanna develop her more as an oc! Vague thoughts so far!

* She's technically a ditto and not a gengar, but also not just a ditto transformed into a gengar? She's the ghost of a ditto and things kinda got muddled along the way.

* Going with the headcanon of dittos being failed mewtwos, cos i love that one! It opens up a lot of avenues for slightly different dittos? Like if theyre collapsed messes that cant maintain a mew shape, maybe some of them might still have some mild mew traits and that could be a poke-variations thing. Like one that still has cat ears or a tail or big anime eyes instead of the standard ditto face or one that gallops around on four paws but is otherwise still a blob. Or even ones that are most of the way to being a mew but just look subtly wrong? Like a very wobbly kitty. Maybe even ones that might look perfect but lack all of mew's powers, still just a jelly blob with a slightly shinier coat of paint!

* Doppel in particular was a clone that failed so badly in holding its shape that it wasnt even as stable as a regular ditto. She couldnt transform and had really raspy breathing and constant fatigue. the lab technicians stopped even bothering to feed her cos it was obvious she'd die soon. But weirdly enough, dying was exactly what she needed! It seems that the problem with her was that while trying to recreate mew's dna containing all dna of all pokemon, the scientists gave her an imbalance of slightly too much ghost type. So she ended up as a ditto-gengar fusion and only lived for a few weeks so she could..well.. Continue to live! She just nodded off one day and woke up without a heartbeat but otherwise much more healthy. I guess having a physical form was a vestigal trait?

* I've been thinking about an oc for her trainer and i settled on a neurotic former rocket grunt with big floofy hair and an even bigger heart! He never believed in any of the rocket stuff, he knew it was evil and he hated himself that he'd sunk so low that he'd do something he knew was wrong for the money. (He was homeless when they recruited him) Eventuallu one day his morals won out and he quit, and the catylyst was accidentally seeing the secret experiments the scientists were performing. Like just stealing stuff is one thing but now we're talking animal torture to make some sort of wprld domination superweapon?! I thought i was in a petty gang not a spy thriller! So he pulled off a grand escape setting all the dittos free, and they ran off into the wild to eventually breed and become a new species. Team rocket couldnt find the original escapees cos they all easily hid in disguise amoung the rattatas and stuff, and now even if they managed to catch the still-pretty-rare fourth generation crossbred dittos they wouldnt be any use to the plan as their mew dna has been polluted.

* former rocket oc dude ended up with doppel because he found her still in her preevolved ditto state, and she was the only one so weak she couldnt manage to run when he opened the cage. So he scooped her up and carried her while he vaulted the wall, and then just kinda ended up getting attatched while he tried to nurse her back to health. It was really depressing to wake up one morning and find the lil thing cold as the grave after all he'd done to try and save her. But then she just jumped up out of her body like "helo fremd, i am fine!" He almost died too from the shock XD

* And thats how he ended up with this ghost pokemon even though ghost types are his biggest phobia. He keeps telling himself that she's not really technically a real gengar. Though really she is, the only difference is the face as a leftover of the pokemon she used to be before she died. And really the reason he's not afraid of her is because he got to know her and he knows she's harmless, and maybe someday through therapy and gentle exposure to ghost types he could end up realizing the same thing about the rest of them? But in the meantime caring for doppel is kinda passively healing his fears a little bit. She's a great support pokemon for this poor traumatized dude!

* oh and just to add that thankfully his financial situation is a lot better now! Having a pokemon means he's able to take the traditional trainer journey and be able to make prize money through battling. Its just a little bit more important to him cos he's literally living on how good he is at fighting. Normal kid trainers might have to camp out a bit and sometimes be low on cash, yeah, but they still have a family back home to help them out. So anxiety-man's goal is to become a league champion not because he actually likes fighting but just because its A JOB and he might be able to RENT A SMALL APARTMENT PERHAPS! In fact he really really hates fighting and its super ironic that he's actually kind of a huge badass. "I dont like conflict!" he says while curbstomping all of team rocket in a revengey rage!

* also doppel likes icecream

[smudgedtoon]

The missing days

“I'm not sure.” It sounded better than I dont know. But honestly I didn't  know, anything; about where I'd been, who I'd been with. It was all a blur.  Or I want to say it was a blur, but more like if it had been sanded away delicately in small areas and rather harshly in the rest.

The cop scuffed and waved me off. I tried to make him wait but he cut me off with a disgruntled. “Come back when you know what you need.”

“Fine.” Huffing I left the police station. Looking around found me a bench to sit on and think.

Now to go over what I did know barring things like where I lived, how old I was;

1.I knew my name, obviously or else I'd have told the officer that at the very least. But just to be sure my name's Zenith. This didn't come as a shock to me because I knew everything else about me except and this leads to...

2. I was missing days. Two at the very least. I mean it had to only be two, I checked my phone twice to make sure. But it felt like more...

3.I woke up in someone else's apartment in a weird part of town.

4. There should be no weird part of town, I've lived here all my life.

“Okay go from what you know…. So before I can't remember, what do I remember….” I recieved dirty looks from strangers passing by but screw em, talking out loud helps me think. I knew this, I knew….. “Work?....Work!” I had work….; not what I needed right now but that was a start. I pulled out my phone again dialing the number by heart. A quick glance at my screen clock had told me my shift hadn't started yet, so I was going to call sick. As I waited for someone to answer the other line my thoughts went back to working out just what I needed help with. Wait work…. the two missing days were on my off days? No, that felt wrong.

Finally someone answered.

“Hey thanks for waiting this is Derek from Game-On speaking, what can I get you playing today?”

“Hey Derek its-”

“Oh shit dude its you.” Derek voice went high with surprise and then low as if he was being listened to. “Calling to beg for your job back? Yes, we do have a couple of Playstation 4 fallout 76 bundle packs left from our Sale!”

“What?” I said cringing at the yelling and confused. “what do you mean-”

“dude ol Heely's still has a controller up her ass from that shit Fr- Oh no I'm sorry we're not offering a free copy with the bundle any longer, though it already comes with the game! dude heelys comin this way gotta go…. Thanks for calling and may your ending cutscene be epic!”

The line cut out. I wanted to call again, but Derek had sent me a text. ‘Dont call back… Heely just threatened to fire any of us talking to you on company time. I'll text after work’

Resisting the urge to text back, I began my walk home. I walked slowly hoping something along the route would help me remember more about the last couple of days. My stomach growled as I passed a small dinner, when was the last time I ate? Some customers left and through the closing door I caught a whiff of something delicious, another grumble. Checking my wallet I found I had no cash, strange, I think I should've had money. What I did have however was my credit and debit cards. I didn't want to check my bank account out of fear of what I would find so credit it was.

I walked into the building and was instantly hit with a sense of familiarity….; but why? Looking around I noticed nothing really special it was your typical mom and pop diner with vinyl booth seats and mounted down tables. The floors were not what I expected instead of the usual checkered patterned linoleum it was if someone had painted a galaxy. It felt like it was pulling me in.

“-always gets people.” A voice interrupted my thoughts.

Looking up a saw a massive   smiling down at me. I took her in. Her face was round and cheerful yet it wasn't exactly youthful, though I wouldn't say she looked old, rather she looked like someone who knew a thing or two about life. She had warm brown eyes that reminded me of tinted glass lanterns, her hair…. My jaw dropped. Her hair if it was actually hers was as amazing as the floor. Okay that sounded wrong….. her hair was long, almost ass length, locked and dyed to look like the night sky, she must have used a glittery hair spray to get it to shimmer like that. “uhhhh….” I managed pathetically.

“Oh I was saying, the floor really draws People in. It's new. ” She said nodding to the ground. She hadn't seem to notice me gawking or if she had she didn't say anything about it. “Welcome to Mookie’s.”

“Mookie’s?”

Her brows furrowed and her gorgeous smile was replaced with a scowl. It only lasted as long as a blink of eye. Her smile returned but with a little tension in her voice she asked. “Is that a problem?”

“N-no. Just an unusual name…” I back pedaled. “ummm can…. I… have a table?”

She nodded and took me to an empty booth near the kitchen. As she waited for me to sit down she explained the name. “Its named after someone close to my family.”

I nodded feeling like a huge dick. I was sure I was gonna get my food spit- Shit did I just insult the owner.

As if reading my mind, the woman added. “Actually more close to the owner, my grams, than me.”

“Oh.”

Awkward silence. She looked as if she was waiting for something but then grew impatient and started speaking again.

“So I'm Vi and I'll be your server today.” she nodded towards the the end of the table  where I found the menus. “Would you like a drink while you look at the menu?”

“Sure, I'll have tea please.” I said wanting this to be over with as soon as possible.

She nodded and said. “I'll be right back with that,” before departing.

“Well Zeni, you really fucked that up and she was cute too.” I muttered to myself as I looked through the menu. I turned between the pages until I spotted what I wanted.

When Vi returned with my drink I ordered and she left. As I began to make my tea I paused. On my saucer was the standard small kettle of hot water, but the odd thing or rather the awesome thing there wasnt a tea bag insight, just lemons and honey. As I set about squeezing the slices of lemon into my cup I felt like I was being watched. Looking around I spotted my observer. A little black girl, dressed adorably in a black tee that read future boss lady and red cat eye glasses as well as shorts and black and purple kitten leggings, was sitting on one the stools at counter seating and had swiveled around to face me. I waved and the girl excitedly smiled and waved back before looking around quickly to make sure no one had seen. She swiveled back to face the counter and I chalked the whole thing up to kids being kids.

Going back to what I was doing. A thought popped in my head. Jessica. She'd probably have some idea of what had happened. After all she was my girlfriend. Why hadn't I thought of calling her when this first happened? My brain buzzed as I tried to probe that thought a bit further, eventually I wrote it off as how awkward it would be to call one's significant other to pick you up and fill you in on why you were at a strangers house and couldn't remember the past two days.

“You should drink your tea before it stops being hot.”

I was jerked out of my thoughts to see the little girl sitting across from me. When had she done that, I'd only be lost in my thoughts for a moment and the distance would've taken her more than that to get to my table from where she was, unless she had run over. That must've been it. Realizing the girl was awaiting some type of response, I put on a smile and lifted up my cup giving her a cheesy cheers and took a sip. Oh gods my brain screamed as the taste of hot yet diluted sour spread across my tongue. It was all I could do to not spray the kid with unsweetened lemon tea.

She giggled and the pointed to the honey. “You forgot the honey Zeni.”

“Yeah you're right.” I said after swallowing. I reached for the honey and paused. “Uhhhh… sweetie, Zuntie Zeni is tired it's been a long day what's your name again?” Zuntie Zeni? It sounded right… I'd never used the phrase in my life- I brought my focused back on what was important this kid knew me and somehow I must've known them from my auto response.

Her brows furrowed as she pulled a face only children have the balls to make and for a split second she'd reminded me of someone. That face then broke into one of utter sadness. She mumbled something to herself, I only caught “really don't”.

Before I could ask her anything a plate of food was placed before me. I got a brief glimpses of a scarred arm before it was pulled away. I looked up to see Vi.

She gave me something that resembled a smile before turning to little girl. “One what have I told you about pestering customers.” She turned to me and apologized. “Sorry about this, the meal is on the house. If you'd-”

“Its fine. Really, One,”  hope I hadn't butchered the girl's name, “was keeping me company and showing me the fine art of making lemon tea.” I  winked at the girl and she giggled.

“See Zuntie Zeni's fine.”

A volt of pain went through my brain and I had to grab the table for balance even though I was already sitting.

I awoke in my bed with my head still killing me.  I remembered somethings. From my disassociated meal at the diner to what had happened almost three days ago.

I had been fired on my last day of work before my days off, fired was an understatement. It had been a shit show, my ex, I know remembered why I wouldn't have called Jessica, had gotten it into her head that Heely and I were having some type of affair. She'd gone to the store wrecked it and then assaulted Heely and accused me.  The thing was though Heely had been showing me the ropes of management. From there I had been invited to a party by Derek to cheer me up. I had meet a girl. We'd spent the whole party talking and joking around. It was her I'd went home with her. From there things had gotten hazy again. All I could remember was her name. “Te.” I felt a shiver run down by spine before I fell asleep again.

[gimmedatelephantwrites]

Coffee Shop AU Oneshot - I'm Oliver You, Tom Riddle

I'll admit, Tom is a little OOC (out of character) in this, but like, I really wanted to write him with a raging boner for Oliver :/ just suffer through it, I guess,,,

Also I'm on mobile and dont know how to make a "Read More" thing so

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Darkly stained hardwood floors met emerald green counters, topped with clean, if slightly cluttered, darker-stained butcher block countertops; a silver register sat at one end of the counter space, an empty fish bowl filled with various pens of varying degrees of frilliness directly beside it; two-thirds of the counterspace was behind lightly frosted glass, which quite untastefully hid all of the various coffee making and blending apparatuses; round tables of a matching register-silver sat around the space, with cozy chairs of varying shades of green pushed in or hastily shoved aside were small comforts lying around the little caffe. Three of the walls of the caffe, the left, the right, and the entry wall, were the same shade of emerald green as the counters - Tom painted them all at the same time himself, while the back wall was tastefully and painstakingly painted various greys to sort of give more depth to the actual brickwork, but not leave it the natural red brick it was before. Tom still wasnt entirely happy with the paint on the brick, even today, but continually added more and more small touches here and there. A bright pink handprint smacked the top of the bricks, small spatters of pink on the stark white ceiling resulting from it, while a more carefully placed yellow print stood beside it. Anne had helped him paint and stain the caffe before she actually began working there, and had seen it fit to climb on top of the countertops, hand nearly dripping in pink paint, before she jumped - and fell off the countertop soon after as a result of her recklessness - and smacked her hand as high as she could. The yellow one came from him; he stood on the countertop, painted his hand, and pressed it firmly as high as he could.

Tom loved the sight of it. Every morning, he came in, started up a brew, had his morning cuppa - black, no sugar - and then was immediately greeted with his most hated thing: customers.

Usually, however, the early morning crowd wasnt too terribly awful, but there were exceptions to every rule. Especially when it came to, Tom shuddered, youngsters.

But he digressed.

It was drab and dreary that momentous day. Outside, it was raining fairly well, making the air outside pleasantly cool and delightfully scented. The streets had a mist, and Tom wanted nothing more than to go out and just breathe the rainy air in. Rainy weather had to be his most favourite type of weather.

But unfortunately, people enjoyed a hot, freshly made beverage on a rainy day, and that meant that his cafe would be busy. Just as it was now.

Thankfully, he wasnt dealing with the customers today, that was Anne's job on Wednesdays. All he had to do was work behind the counter, make the drinks, and call out the names or whatever the customers insisted on being called.

And, occassionally, when Anne needed a break, interact with the customers. Tom nearly shuddered at the vague thought.

"Tom!" Anne called. "I need 7 hot chocolates, two with two pumps of vanilla, whole milk, one of those with with whipped cream, cinnamon lightly dusted on top, one with 4 pumps of your Hot Unicorn Blood Elixir, coconut milk instead, three made with soy milk, and one with almond."

Anne was a very near and dear working companion of his. She was dark skinned, with very large breasts, a sweet face, and someone who enjoyed wearing clothing that was much too small for her. Even her uniform was too small, which shouldn't be as Tom had given her clothing that had to have been several sizes too large; it was all he had on hand at the moment. Anne must have known a tailor, or had done them herself.

"We should have never offered drink customization, Anne." Tom griped.

He made the hot chocolates, as asked for, and called out, "Ridiculous hot chocolate order for 7."

Six giggling girls came up and grabbed their order, one taking two cups, before returning to their table and awaiting friend.

Business slowed for a moment soon after that, but they werent ever completely devoid of customers in the queue.

And then, it was time for Anne's break.

Oh, how Tom dreaded Anne's break! Now he had to both take orders and make them.

Oh well, he supposed, time to get to work.

Taking the second customers order, the bell above the door rang as someone new entered, or as a customer was leaving. Tom glanced up, saw that it was someone coming in, and greeted him, "Good morning, welcome to the Half-Life Caffe. I'll be with you in just a moment."

And of course, the customer he was currently helping ordered a ridiculous hot beverage, but this time, it was completely asinine; a soy latte, no soy. They're "allergic to soy", as they have so far claimed, but enjoyed the way a soy-free soy latte tasted.

Tom tried his very best to not roll his eyes or groan at this persons incompetence.

It was the single most difficult thing he had ever done. He deserved a solid gold plaque for his deed. Or at the very least an official day of recognition. Perhaps a national holiday, The Day Tom Marvolo Riddle Didnt Roll His Eyes or Make Any Dissenting Noise at the Customers Stupidity.

It had a very nice ring to it, Tom thought.

And now, it was the new customer's turn to order.

"How can I help you this fine, if wet, morning?" And that's when Tom looked up, and met his gorgeous ocean blue eyes. And the rest of his beautiful face, for that matter.

Tom instantly took back what he had previously thought. Not openly gawking at this simply, perfectly stunning individual was the single most difficult thing he had ever done.

The customer was distinctly male, wild, curly blond hair falling every which way seemingly perfectly, even if it was dripping water onto his clothes, his cheeks and nose tinged a slight pink from the nippy air outside, giving him a perpetual blush. He parted his perfectly kissable lips and flashed a smile, all perfectly straight, white teeth, and oh! Then he spoke!

"Actually, I'm not quite sure what I want quite yet. I've never been here before." The stranger told him. His voice was like the sweetest music Tom had ever heard, lilted and bright and airy.

"May I recommend our unique Unicorn Blood Elixir? I invented it myself, and it's only available while I work." How Tom had managed to say that without stuttering was beyond him.

"Oh, that sounds lovely! I'll have the largest size you have, please! I'm not planning on going anywhere, if that makes a difference?" He smiled once again, and Tom very nearly dropped the tall ceramic mug he had just grabbed.

"Can I get a name for your order?" Tom cleared his throat, grabbing an Expo marker from the flowery fish bowl next to the register, and focused his entire will on writing this persons name.

"Oliver," he giggled.

Tom discreetly wiped his mistake away, and god he felt his cheeks begin to warm, how embarrassing.

"£6.50 please."

Money was exchanged, Oliver waved his farewell, and took a seat in the corner, pulling his phone out of his thigh bag and smiling down at whatever was on the screen.

Tom had a not-so-subtle hope it wasnt his boyfriend.

Or girlfriend, Tom wasnt one to judge, but he didnt look the type to have a girlfriend, if his fluffy, gaudy yellow sweater, sinfully tight black skinny jeans, shiny silver mid calf heeled boots, and dark leather thigh bag was anything to go by.

But, who knew, maybe she dressed him?

Tom returned to work, just as Anne came back in. Tom turned to glance at whoever it was, and sighed in relief when he saw it was just his coworker.

"Anne, get your arse back to work!" Tom called over the loudspeaker.

"Oh piss off!" She called back, already putting her apron back on. "What orders do we have now?"

Tom handed over the two easier orders, and worked on Oliver's Unicorn Blood Elixir.

" "soy latte, absolutely no soy"?" Anne questioned. "Couldnt they have just ordered a regular latte?"

"I tried to convince them, but they're adamant the soy-free soy lattes taste the best."

"Well. Oh well, more money in the drawer for us." She shrugged and began making the orders.

Tom braced his hands against his clean counter, staring down at the mug. He didnt ask if it were hot or cold. Why was he acting like this?

Tom! He scolded himself. Pull yourself together. This isnt you, and quite frankly, it's annoying.

He sucked in as much air as his lungs would let him, let it out slowly, and turned toward the front and called out "Oliver?"

Said boy looked up, a question clear on his face. He stood, leaving heavily charmed cell phone at the table, and approached the counter. "That was fast?" He seemed skeptical.

"Actually no. I just remembered I didnt ask you if you wanted it hot or cold."

"Oh! Yes. Of course, cold please! I just looked them up, over there, at that table, and they look so magical cold!" His eyes shone of a glowing wonder. Tom heartrate increased, and he could nearly swear he was dying because of this ethereal, tacky dressed vision in front of him.

Oliver should go to prison for attempted murder. Or maybe he just got out? Either way, he was, actively or not, trying to kill Tom.

Tom chuckled, "Yes, they're very blasé warm, I will admit. But still equally delicious, of course. You may return to your seat, I'll have your order ready momentarily." He smiled graciously, waiting until Oliver smiled back and returned to his seat.

Tom grabbed a new cup, a clear, tall glass this time, wrote Oliver's name on it with the Expo marker, and, before he thought better of it, wrote on the opposite side, this time in Sharpie, as if it were supposed to have it and wasnt just an additional, spur of the moment decision:

bewitching (verb):

Enchant or delight (someone)

Time to get to work, then.

He blended a thick pink, vanilla cupcake flavoured concoction in one blender, an equally thick pale green, Earl Grey flavored in another, and started up the lavender purple, lavender flavoured into the last of the blenders. He poured black tapioca pearls into the bottom of the glass and drizzled edible glitter laced caramel down the inside of the glass while he waited for the three blenders to finish their work, and, once they were done, carefully poured each of the blenders contents into reusable piping bags.

Normally, Tom didnt go through this step, but he wanted to make the drink absolutely perfect for the single most beautiful man in the shop. The rest of the customers who would inevitably see it, be damned; they were worth nothing in comparison to pretty Oliver and his heart stopping smile.

He piped in a thick line of pink, then green, and finally purple, filling the glass completely. He took one of the stainless steel stirrers nearby and very gently, very carefully swirled the colours just a bit, so it wasn't a stark pink, green, and purple, but a much softer, less defined array of colour.

Then, he brought out the hand-prepared pale blue whipped cream, swirled it on top, and brought out Anne's favourite decorations: the silver sugar pearls and sugar crystals. He tossed a handful of pearls on the top of the very colourful creation before doing the same with the silver sugar crystals.

Very nearly perfect. Tom grabbed two of the thick, white straws and arranged them just so, one taller than the other, and sighed.

"Anne?" He asked, cringing all the while. "Do we have any more of those pink, edible hearts?"

Anne gasped dramatically. Why does she have to do this? What does she have against him?!

Please dont draw Oliver's attention! He mentally pleaded.

"You dont put hearts on anything! Even if it's one of our Valentines Specials! What is wrong with you!" She was so loud, and Tom could cry, surely the bitch was going to get Oliver's attention, but then she reached up, into one of the cabinets in the back, and grabbed a small container filled with them. "Here you are, go nuts." And returned to her work.

Tom opened the container, grabbed one of the smaller hearts, and gently placed it in front of the straws. He smiled at his handiwork - Oliver's perfect face would light up as soon as he saw this! - and turned around, ready to call out the order, slightly startled to find Oliver already at the counter, looking flustered and a tad embarrassed.

Oh fuck, did he hear her Tom was going to murder her--

"I'm sorry," his eyes flicked down to Tom's nametag, "Tom. I know I said I wouldnt be going anywhere, but I just got a text from my friend, Gwen. I'm going to need my order to go." He looked dejected.

Tom had an instant hatred toward that look.

"That's alright, here's your order." He passed the glass over to him, a small, reassuring smile over his lips. "Dont worry about the glass, just take it." He said, before Oliver could protest on taking one of their more expensive glasses.

Oliver smiled gently, "Thank you, Tom. Though I do still feel bad at taking one of your glass cups."

"How about this;" Anne rudely shoved her way in, "give him your number, make it even."

Oliver, caught off guard, guffawed, setting his drink down on the countertop so he didnt tip it over on accident, and brought his hand up to try and quiet his harmonic laugh. "I'm sorry!" He got out through a laugh. "I'm not laughing at you, I just didnt expect that!"

Anne reached over, made the receipt machine spit out more paper, and grabbed one of her overly frilled, ostensibly girly, click pens, and passed the two of them over to Oliver.

Through his giggles, he managed to write down his phone number, his name just under it, a tiny heart dotting his "i".

"Here you are, Tom!" He slid the slip of paper over to Tom. "Call me sometime? If not, I'll just have to come back with my friends and make a huge dramatic scene. Maybe get the police involved?"

The cheeky shit! "Well, we cant have that, now can we? I'll call you when I'm off work later this evening, then. Dont make any plans to ruin my life or business just yet, darling." He winked.

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His face burst into actual flames, "I'm so sorry, please ignore that last word." Can I die now? Please and thank you! He thought as he buried his face in his hands.

Both Anne and Oliver laughed at him, but Oliver reached his hand over the countertop and gently pulled Tom's hand away from his burning face, and looked imploringly at him. "I'll never forget it, dear." And then, when Tom looked up at him, Oliver pulled Tom's hand to his face, and, to Tom's horrified delight, pressed a kiss to his knuckles. "Anne, was it?" He turned his focus to her, "Could you make sure he calls me?"

She grinned, looking very much like a shark in that one Pixar movie. "I'll make sure he at least sends you a text. And if not him, I know I will~" she winked flirtingly at him.

Oliver giggled his perfect laugh, winked back, took his drink in hand, and left, waving goodbye just outside the window.

"Your face is still red." Anne so helpfully pointed out. "And seriously, you had better call him! He seems nice, and it would do you good to actually get in the game!"

"I will, Anne. He said he'd make a scene with his friends, maybe get the police involved, if I didn't." Tom sighed. "And hes the most wonderful person I've ever seen, can you imagine his disappointed face? Go ahead, Anne. Imagine that perfect face, disappointed. It breaks your heart!"

He paused. "Well, not mine. But I'm sure you get my point."

"I do, and I'm glad we're on the same page." She reached out and touched his shoulder gently, smiling a bit as she said it, before clapping her hands. "Time to get back to work!"

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Tom sat there, on his couch, cell phone in one hand, and Oliver's phone number in the other, and he was nervous.

After Oliver left, they got so busy that Tom had completely forgotten about Oliver's phone number, which had previously been a burning weight in his pocket.

And now, hes on his couch at home, completely nervous.

He may have already stated that, but to his current state of mind, it didnt matter.

He needed to call Oliver. And to do that, he needed to put the numbers in his phone, and then press the green "call" button. One step at a time, Tom.

To put the numbers in.

Now.

Right now.

07

There! The first 2 digits!

00769 7659

And there are the rest! Now, to make the call.

(A/N, I dont know english phone numbers, so idk if that's even correct in the slightest. I know mobile numbers start with 07 and are 11 numbers long, but idk about the rest)

(A/N: Also, DONT CALL IT. It might actually be someones number idk but like srsly dont call it) (I mean it)

He took several deep, calming breaths, or at least he tried to. He ended up hyperventilating for a few minutes. Once he calmed down enough, he turned his phone screen back on, and unlocked it with his password, "v0ld3m0rt".

Before he had any second to think about his actions, once more that day, he pressed the "call" button.

Then, he panicked, nearly dropping the device.

For 3 entire rings, he was frozen in place, staring in horror at his phones screen, nearly silently hoping Oliver wouldnt pick up-

But then he did!

"Hello?" Even from this distance he sounded beautiful ♡

And like he had just woken up.

He quickly brought the phone up to his ear, "Yes, Oliver? This is Tom. From-from the Half-Life Caffe?"

"Oh! Tom! Hi, hello! It's good to finally hear from you!" Despite his obvious giddiness, his voice still sounded rough. "I was just saying to Gwen a few hours ago that we were going to have to start a riot." He laughed, but it came across as more of a few breathy chuckles than anything. "Why are you calling so late though? Its half passed midnight." There was a rustling on the other side of the phone, like maybe Oliver was shifting in his. Bed, Tom figured, or perhaps he was rubbing his eyes, to get the sleep from them.

"Is it really?" He pulled his phone from his ear and checked the time; 12:34. "Oh, I suppose it is. My apologies, it must have taken more time to build up the courage to call you than I thought."

"Wait, 'build up the courage'?" He giggled softly. "Were you afraid of calling me?" Tom could hear the smile in his voice.

"Not afraid, necessarily, just. Nervous."

"Dont be nervous, Tom. It's just me." There was more rustling, and a series of pop-ing noises, before Oliver was back on the line. "Sorry, i was stretching."

They were silent for a few moments, and just when Tom started to feel like an awkward mess, Oliver spoke quietly, "I'm glad you called me, Tom. I really was worried you'd never call."

"Of course I'd call you, Oliver." Tom spoke equally quietly. This was a space in time all their own, and he hated to break the serene moment. He leaned back on the sofa, resting his slightly aching back. "Though, if I'm quite honest, I dont know what to say."

"I think I do. I was cleaning my glass from earlier, and I must say, what an amazing drink, when I noticed a little something on the side."

"Could it have been... your name?" Tom smiled.

"No, you shit!" Oliver laughed. Tom soaked in the feeling it brought him. "The other thing. Does the word "bewitching" ring any bells?"

"Oh, yes, of course. That. A different word and definition is written on all of our glasses, you see-"

"Mmm no, I dont think so." He said in a silly, sing-song voice. "Robert, another of my friends, tried my amazing beverage and wanted one of his own. So I told him where to get it, and to take it there, and he did. But oddly enough, there was no word on it, besides his name."

Oh, well. Maybe it just rubbed off. It's just sharpie on glass, it doesnt last forever."

"Mm-hmm. I thought youd say that. My best friend Andrea was there, too, while I was there. You, however, know her as Anne."

Tom made a terrible noise in the back of his throat.

Oliver must have heard because he giggled, "And she said that you put bewitching on my glass because, and I quote her exact words, I am the "most wonderful person with the most perfect face", and then she prattled on about how red your face was, among other things, and-"

Tom made another noise, and rushed out "I'm so sorry Oliver, I know it was bold of me--"

"Oliver?" A female voice asked. She sounded far away, and quite young, at that, Tom couldnt help but wonder who she was.

A girlfriend? A female friend? His mother?

"Who are you talking to?" She sounded much nearer now. "Its 1 o'clock in the morning, my love."

Tom deduced she was either a very affectionate mother or his girlfriend. No fenale friend called their male friend "my love" for no reason.

Tom felt a cold stab of jealous shame low in his belly. Anne had gotten his hopes up, the incredible bitch. "I'm sorry, Oliver. I'll text you later, I've kept you up for long enough. You should get back to your girlfriend, and get back to sleep while you're at it." Tom couldnt believe he was rambling; Oliver brought out the worst in him, that was for sure.

"What? My what? Tom--" Oliver asked.

- Click -

Oh.

Tom hung up.

Well. There went that. Oliver had a girlfriend.

So why did Tom feel so crushed?

Oh, yes. That's right. He had a crush, so of course his little infatuation would crush him. It was in the name.

Tom's phone lit up, and the song Different as Can Be, his ringtone that Anne had set up for him, started playing. Without even glancing at the devices screen, he denied the call and shut the phone completely off. Oliver wouldnt, or rather, shouldnt, have anything more to say to him. Tom knew he didnt have anything to say to the other boy, so why should he bother answering a phone call?

Tom was exhausted. And he had to get up early the next morning to open up shop. 

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...10am the next morning...

Holy fuck Tom was l a t e

His phone was his alarm, and like a complete fucking dumbarse, Tom had shut his phone off the night before and didnt bother to turn the fucker back on.

He could have simply blocked Oliver's phone number, and yet.

Tom could well and truly throttle himself at his absolute stupidity, and he may or may not have tied his tie a tiny but tighter this morning as a result.

But, onward and upward. He had a business to run, no use fretting over more sleep. Anne had the key to the caffe, and today was Thursday, so she was, in fact, working this morning. Time to get to work.

Tom dressed, brushed his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash, and flossed evenly for good measure, before he brushed his hair out. He didnt have time to shower that morning, so styling his hair had to be a must that morning. After it was perfectly styled, he deemed himself ready for the day. Time to grab his wallet, his car keys, and--

Mreow

Oh, right. His cat, Professor Quirrell.

"I'm sorry, sweet boy. I nearly forgot all about you, didnt I?" Tom apologized to his cat. "Its just I'm late for work."

Mrrrow

"I know, being late is no excuse to not feed you. Let's get you breakfast, shall we?" Tom made his way to the kitchen, where his dearly beloved cat was sat at his spot at the kitchenette's small  table. "It's going to have to be cheap this morning, dear, I dont have time to cook for you. Or for me, for that matter. But I can at least get something at the shop. You, my poor little man," Tom scooped his small, slightly overweight black cat up in his arms, "would starve all day. And that's just not fair, is it?"

Brrrrw, Professor Quirrell agreed. Tom nodded, gently setting Professor Quirrell back down onto the table, before reaching up into a cabinet to get one of his special breakfast plates, and grabbed a can of wet cat food on a lower shelf. He popped the can open, grabbed a fork from the drawer, and gently divvied up his sweet Professor Quirrell's breakfast.

And, of course, Professor Quirrell, being an asshole, took one smell of it, and proceeded to bury it with invisible dirt, before he moved on to the "empty" dish of kibble. You see, it wasnt really empty, but just had a small empty patch in the middle. Tom fondly shook his head at the little bastard man, grabbed a small scoop of crunchies, and filled the dish back up.

Once Professor Quirrell started eating, Tom gently stroked down his back. "There. Now you wont starve." Tom stood, "I'll see you tonight, stinky boy. Behave."

Tom grabbed his keys and wallet, conveniently left at the door, before he called out, "No wild parties, Professor. You know the rules."

He locked his apartment door behind him and strolled down the stairs, before getting to his car, a yellow, 3-door Vauxhall Astra with a silver grill, parked conveniently at the kerb. Dont worry, there werent any double yellows anywhere in the vicinity, so it's not like he would get a parking ticket from the traffic warden. Tom was an exceptionally safe car owner. :)

(A/N: my british bestie helped me with all of that. Everything you just read in that last paragraph is factually correct and 100% certified true by him, an actual british person. The rest cannot be accounted for)

Arriving to work, however, was a completely different story. Several police cars sat out front, two with lights flashing.

Oh. Shit.

Tom parked hastily just down the block a bit, desperate to see what had happened to his caffe. He stepped inside, expecting a murder spree, blood on everything, only to find seven or so officers of the law sitting at the tables, nursing mugs of drinks, and at least four more queued up to order more beverages, and Anne, grinning evilly behind the register, who all turned toward him as he entered, with nothing else amiss in the shop.

"Er... Hello, officers. Working hard. Or hardly working?"

Oliver suddenly turned a corner from the back of the caffe, assumedly returning from the restrooms, when a tall brunet officer from the front of the caffe turned to him. "This the one, Oliver?"

His beautiful face and gorgeous curls, a perfect vision he was yesterday, wearing the same shiny boots and thigh bag as then, but instead of a yellow sweater and black pants, he was wearing rose print white jeans, yellow suspenders, and a form fitted white button up shirt. Such a lovely sight.

Tom! Control yourself! He has a girlfriend.

"Yes, Robert. This is Tom." Oliver puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms over his chest, and Tom just felt even deeper infatuation with him.

(It couldnt possibly be love, oh no. Tom didnt do that.)

"That's all I need to hear. You're under arrest, Tom." The officer, Robert, pulled his handcuffs from his belt. "Hands behind your back please."

"What? What for?" Tom asked for the sake of his sanity. Of course, he still turned his back against the officer, hands behind him, but that was more out of courtesy and respect for the law than anything else.

Officer Robert came closer, snapping one cuff against his wrist, and pausing before doing up the other. "Why, for hanging up on sweet Oliver, of course. And then, for not answering any of his 17 phone calls after." And then he snapped the other cuff on.

Oliver had really gotten the police involved, just as he promised. The little tart!

Wait...

"Oh, but that wasnt the agreement." Tom started.

"Oh?" Officer Robert questioned. "Then what was the agreement?" Tom thought he heard a smug grin leaking through his voice.

"The agreement was I would call him, or Oliver would get the police involved. I did call him, so there are no reasons to arrest me, officer. I held up my end of the bargain." Tom smoothly talked.

"Why would you hang up on him, though? Have you ever spoken to him? You wont ever want to hang up." Another officer, presumably from the sitting crowd, asked.

"It was nearing 1am, officer. And I had to get to work early this morning."

"But here you are, at 11am. I don't count that as early, do any of you?" A woman asked. That voice... it wasnt Anne, and it sounded familiar...

"I turned my phone off last night. My phone is my alarm, so of course I didnt wake up at the right time." Tom explained.

"You didn't have to turn your phone off." Oliver said. He sounded grouchy, and Tom desperately wanted to see his Mr. Grouchy Face.

"You're right, I could have just blocked your number."

"You didnt have to do that, either!" There was a small k'thunk, very soon after that. Did Oliver just stomp his foot? How very childish, Tom couldnt help but chuckle at the mere thought.

"Oliver, it was late. I needed to sleep. You needed to sleep, your girlfriend needed to sleep, I dont understand why you're getting so upset with me for being responsible."

"I dont have a girlfriend!" Another k'thunk. "Gwen is a lesbian!"

"Hey, whoa now." The same female voice from earlier spoke up. "Let's not put any labels on anything, shall we? I prefer women, yes, that is true, but I would totally bang him too."

"You're just saying that because hes in handcuffs, Gwen."

"Can I be released now, please?" Tom asked, quite done with the uncomfortable cuffs. "Its obvious this is just a sham arrest."

Officer Robert cleared his throat. "Well, everything seems to check out, at least from what an eyewitness testimony states." Officer Robert quickly pulled the key from its place, "Dont let it happen again, however, young man. Next time, I wont be so lenient." And he unlocked the cuffs.

An entire five minutes and 15 seconds of being handcuffed, all because Oliver was a little pissy. Tom could already see himself dating this dramatic train wreck of a human.

"Thank you."

"Are we done now? I'm sure we ruined this poor man's business forever." Another officer spoke.

"Yeah, and now he knows Oliver can and will get the police involved in the future. I'm sure hes been scared enough for today."

Officers Robert and Gwen turned toward Oliver, as if asking if they were still needed. "Yeah, fine. Go away." Oliver said, suddenly sounding very tired. "Tom and I need to talk about a few things, and I know this is already going to spread around the precinct  like fiend fire."

The officers stood, bringing their empty mugs to the counter to be cleaned, and getting to-go paper cups for the road. Anne was a saint for making more carafes.

Speaking of...

Anne, who had been suspiciously silent the entire time, was standing behind the counter, elbows resting against it, grinning madly, looking exactly like the shark from that Pixar movie. Or the Cheshire cat. Maybe a mix of the two.

"Fish are friends, Anne." Tom told her.

"I'm going to give the two of you a moment," she said, still grinning her crazed grin. "I need to say goodbye to Gwen. Oliver, we have security cameras. If you murder him, I cant help you with anything, but I am planning on making some meat pies eventually." She winked, took her apron off and hung it on the hook behind the counter, before she too left the caffe.

Once the last officer left, making the comment about how good the coffee here was, Oliver grabbed Tom's wrist to get his attention. "Tom. I dont have a girlfriend. I'm living with Gwen. The couch is uncomfortable, and we're close enough that we can share the bed without it being weird. Is that really the reason why you hung up on me-why you turned your phone off and ignored me? Or was all this just. Some little mistake?"

"I apologize for making such a bold assumption. You just seem to bring out the worst in my behaviour. I apologize for that as well. Yes, it was because I believed you had a girlfriend. I may have developed a sort of. Infatuation, if you will, with you. And while I know that's not any grounds for anything to become of us, I couldnt help but feel." Tom paused and chewed his lower lip, averting his eyes. "Jealous. I want you to be mine, and just the thought of you being hers, well. It didn't settle well with me." He finished quietly.

Oliver, the sweet boy, giggled. Tom looked up at him. "How about this? I get your work schedule, come in whenever I can, I get a drink, you get a drink, we chat for a while, and see where this gets us? Maybe, possibly, going on some real dates in between?" If Tom had known better, he would know that Oliver was blatantly flirting.

"That sounds wonderful, Oliver. Thank you." Tom truly meant it, too.

[jakedrawsnsketches]

GET IN MY BUISNESS

The meaning behind my url: I just wanted to start fresh and it matched my personality

A picture of me: https://www.deviantart.com/coolcordova/art/My-Accidental-Hairstyle-757524529

How many tattoos i have and what they are: None yet hopefully when Im 16

Last time i cried and why: Stan Lee’s passing

Piercings i have: None but I want gauges

Favorite band: Panic! at the Disco

Biggest turn offs: Rape Jokes, Body Odor, Obsessive People

Top 5 Avenger Casts that I think are perfect: 5. Tom Holland 4. Chris Evans, 3.Tom Hiddleston 2. Benadryl Cumberbatch 1. Chris Pratt

Tattoos i want: A deathly Hallows tattoo, a scorpion, a pokemon

Biggest turn ons: Glasses, Nerds, Laughs, Creative Types

Age: 14

Ideas of a perfect date: A quiet night of fun, games, and movies until we pass out surrounded by snacks on my couch

Life goal: to have a family and a job I love

Piercings i want: Gauges and an eyebrow bar

Relationship status: SINGLE

Favorite movie: Coco (Pixar)

A fact about my life: I was born with a super cone shaped head

Phobia: Feet and Being Alone

Middle name: Timothy

Height: 5′3

Are you a virgin? No need to rub it in

What’s your shoe size? 8 youths

What’s your sexual orientation? 

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? Nope Illegal

Someone you miss: My Best Friend who lives 2 hours away

What’s one thing you regret? Not practicing everything I said I would

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive:Tom Holland and Melanie Martinez

Favorite ice cream? Chocolate

One insecurity: My Mole on my lip

What my last text message says: Okay

Have you ever taken a picture naked? Nope and Never will

Have you ever painted your room? No

Have you ever kissed a member of the same sex? No

Have you ever slept naked? I live in the west of course I fucking have

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror? Yes

Have you ever had a crush? Yes

Have you ever been dumped? Yes

Have you ever stole money from a friend? No

Have you ever gotten in a car with people you just met? NOPE

Have you ever been in a fist fight? No

Have you ever snuck out of your house? Im too good

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back? Yes

Have you ever been arrested? No

Have you ever made out with a stranger? NOpe

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere? Yes

Have you ever left your house without telling your parents? No

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? Hell No

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? No

Have you ever slept in a bed with a member of the same sex? My little brother slept in my bed until he was 7

Have you ever seen someone die? No

Have you ever been on a plane? Np

Have you ever kissed a picture? No

Have you ever slept in until 3? YEES

Have you ever loved someone or miss someone right now? Yes

Have you ever laid on your back and watched cloud shapes go by? Yes

Have you ever made a snow angel? Yes

Have you ever played dress up? Yass

Have you ever cheated while playing a game? On occasion

Have you ever been lonely? Hasnt everyone

Have you ever fallen asleep at work/school? Yes

Have you ever been to a club? Nope not legal yet

Have you ever felt an earthquake? No

Have you ever touched a snake? Yes

Have you ever ran a red light? Cant Drive

Have you ever been suspended from school? Too much of a goody two shoes

Have you ever had detention? Once but the teacher was a bully who hated me

Have you ever been in a car accident? Small one a couple months ago

Have you ever hated the way you look? YES

Have you ever witnessed a crime? YES

Have you ever pole danced? Nope only as a joke but it wasnt good

Have you ever been lost? Yes

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? I’m in the middle of the damn country there is no opposite side but I have been to Cali

Have you ever felt like dying? Yes

Have you ever cried yourself to sleep? I think so but not in a long while

Have you ever sang karaoke? YES

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Yes

Have you ever laughed until something you were drinking came out your nose? Yes

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? VIRGIN LIFE

Have you ever kissed in the rain? No

Have you ever sang in the shower? Who Hasnt

Have you ever made out in a park? I HAVE NO EXPERIENCE

Have you ever dream that you married someone? Yes

Have you ever glued your hand to something? Almost to the other hand

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? No at least I had some common sense

Have you ever gone to school partially naked? No 

Have you ever been a cheerleader? No

Have you ever sat on a roof top? nO 

Have you ever brushed your teeth? Yes

Have you ever been too scared to watch scary movies alone? Yes

Have you ever played chicken? No

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? No

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? Once

Have you ever broken a bone? Nope too scared to do shit

Have you ever been easily amused? Yes

Have you ever laughed so hard you cried? Yes

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? Really long ago

Have you ever cheated on a test? No

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? Yes ALL THE DAMN TIME

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real?Yes

Give us one thing about you that no one knows. I once tried to pee out of a car window when I was 4