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[theodoradevlin]

There Was Always Something About Autumn

There was something about Autumn...

Something in the way the wind blew just brisk enough to hint at the absence of summer, yet still warming you for some particular reason, even when you knew the cold was just around the corner.

Autumn reminded him of many things. Of change...maybe more specifically, transformation.

Of the finality of an age, finally slowing down to give way to a new one. Of life moving slower in response to its finality, if just for a moment, gilded in a moment of endless gold, and burning red.

And it...mostly reminded him of her.

Her hair. The fineness of it, as it burned in his vision in all its copper glory.

If he was a shadow, she was the fire that created it.

And like a shadow to the flame, he clung to her through it all. Through their years at Hogwarts. Through his life on the run. Through her struggle to understand the power she fought so diligently to keep. Through the future they had earned together.

Through losing it all, only to find it again. They were two halves of an entirely, imperfect, whole.

"Are you ready?" A voice cut through his brooding as he looked up to find his dear friend of many years - though the years would never show on his face. Ominis still looked like he had been an angel carved from stone, even after all this time.

Sebastian laughed gruffly.

"I think I've been ready since she knocked me off that damn duelling platform." Ominis chuckled, giving him a knowing smile. "The best Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson we'd ever had, I'd say."

Ominis simply came over - straightening Sebastian's already mussed shirt, although he only wore a simple shirt, suspenders and trousers. It seemed right, that in the wake of such love it could be seen in simplicity.

Though he blushed, he let his friend look after him - as he had been all these years.

"Don't take too long now. I'll see you soon...Anne's waiting for me anyhow." Sebastian rolled his eyes.

"Yes, yes. You love to remind me how in love you are with my sister."

Ominis just gave him salute as he walked out of the tent. "She made me promise to keep reminding you...she swore it's probably the only thing that might make you behave."

Ominis turned one final time, smiling at his friend.

"But...I think it all ended up all right - don't you?"

Sebastian smiled, begrudgingly, at his friends words. It was partly Ominis that was responsible for the reconciliation he had with Anne. And he had seen the way they had looked at each other, even long before the events of their 5th year, and before curses. They had always loved each other - Ominis and Anne. And because of that he had his sister back. But...there was someone else had also been equally responsible for that. A person he was almost late to meet.

"No..I don't suppose it turned out too bad...after all." Sebastian muttured, as Ominis nodded, leaving him to get ready.

Sebastian took a deep breath, walking down the valley to the great willow tree, where a few of their old classmates and friends waited.

Professor Weasley, Natty, Amit, Poppy, Garreth, Imelda...even Deek. And of course, a few empty seats left open for his parents, her parents...Professor Fig. Miriam.

He attempted to steel himself, as he said his hello's with encouraging smiles thrown his way.

Finally, get got up to the end of the aisle, where Ominis stood waiting on one side, and Anne on the other.

"Glad you're on time for once..." His sister chided with a teasing smile across from him.

He gave her a quick glare, but not before everyone turned and time completely stopped.

When he looked up, the sun was in his eyes.

And there she was. Like the sun. Blinding, and yet obvious, as if there could never have been a moment in his life where she had not been there.

Her dress was yellow. He smiled at that. He probably took it in for far too many moments, and the realization had a smile drawing across his face. Nothing about them had ever been traditional, anyhow. She was perfect. And she would always be the flame his shadow followed.

Autumn was a begging reminder of all the moments that had led up to it, as well as the one that would come after.

There would always be light, and dark for them. Whichever way the two twisted together in the future, he was okay with. Because he'd never be more changed than by the light she'd given him.

She strode up to him, those grey eyes promising so many possibilities.

"Sebastian."

She breathed.

"Theo."

He answered.

He had always loved Autumn. For it had always felt like the beginning of everything, even at the end.

[evolsinner]

⊱┊11

it’s sunday night once again, except the circumstances are now different ~ where once i couldn’t wait to see sir on monday, now i cannot wait for him to reply so i know what the fuck is happening.

been refreshing throughout the day, but no new mail.

*refresh.*

nada.

i heave and open up his facebook profile. i’m not gonna do anything… i just wanna have another look.

“huh?”

hold on a sec, did he block me?

i retype his name in the search bar, but a bunch of other people with the same name pops up.

he did!!!

was it because i was snooping as deep as 2005? it’s not like i could help it! can’t believe this fucker. the audacity to have me, his wife, blocked. then why, all of a sudden, am i more attracted to him? what is wrong with me?!?!?!?

anyways, as if i care, i’ll just make another account, ha.

*ding.*

a blue box has popped up on the top right corner of my 13” laptop screen.

my heart stops.

opening it, it reads:

<no subject> isaac killian to: rosé blackburn

we need to talk. i’m a few houses down the road from yours, under the sycamore. meet me there.

how does he know where i live? moreover, he’s already using the phrase ‘we need to talk’?? there’s only one way to find out what we so desperately need to talk about {even though a sad part of me kinda knows already, ugh}.

i throw on a random hoody and silently run down the stairs. i slide my feet inside the ugg boots and take a peep through the living room to the kitchen. mum and dad are both lost in conversation, tidying up from dinner. perfect.

i quietly leave and spot the shiny red suv quite a while away. the evening’s chill wears down on me. with one hand, i hold down my hood, and with the other, i hug myself. i jog to the sycamore tree, why is this so embarrassing? he’s so watching me in his side mirrors.

when i get close enough, i see him reach over and open the passenger seat door in advance.

i hop in.

“rosé.”

i face him.

he scratches his head, apprehensive. for once, his hair is messy instead of perfectly slicked back. the way it’s parted in the middle with the choppy strands landing equally on both sides, and how the ends of the strands closest to his face curve slightly inwards. gah, it’s so cute and so 90’s.

then, “is that mine?” he glances down.

i follow his line of sight and discern that i grabbed his hoody, not mine. “oh shi..yeah, it is. i’m sorry.” i get ready to take it off.

“no, please don’t apologise. looks good on you, keep it.”

my heart.

“and,” he clears his throat, “your clothes from last night, they’re in the back.”

“right. thanks.”

“sorry couldn’t contact you sooner...had a bunch of assignments that needed marking.”

still waiting for the elephant in the room to be addressed.

“you know what happens now, right?”

there it is.

i sigh, pissed. “really?”

“i have work tomorrow and you have school.”

“thanks for reminding me,” i glance out my window.

“rosé,” he lays his hand on my shoulder.

i look at his hand, then at him. it gets awkward, so he quickly removes his hand before speaking again.

“i’m twice your age.”

“that didn’t stop you last night, did it?”

he blinks, shooked. “you’re right, it didn’t, but you’re still too young and it’s still not right.”

“young, yes. minor, no.”

“rosé, fraternising with a professor is against the school’s policy.”

“fucking isn’t fraternising, sir.”

he stares at me like i’m that kid that never learned to not talk back. “my point being ~ it’s worse.”

“so, you regret it then?”

“more like i can’t stop thinking about it.”

*silence.*

was he meant to say that?

he shakes his head like he’s trying to get the right thoughts to stay. “i..we shouldn’t have done what we did. it was unprofessional on my behalf and i guess rash on yours.”

‘rash’, yeah right. “i won’t tell anyone if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“that’s not what i’m worried about, i trust you. i don’t trust myself.”

i frown for more elaboration.

he continues but with more bluntness now, “how the fuck am i supposed to teach my class and imagine you as my student at the same time?”

i smile on the inside, guess he’s fucked up as much as i am about this. “then don’t imagine me as your student,” i offer.

“rather want me to imagine you all naked then?” he looks at me with an entertained expression. “is that it?”

“if you can handle it,” i raise my eyebrows.

“if i can.. jesus chr..” he chuckles, shaking his head.

did he just figure out i’m too much for him?

“i can handle it,” he answers in a conceited tone.

we’ll see about this. i grip his shoulder for balance and step over. sitting on top of him, i bring my hand into the hole between us. my fingers fondle around for a minute. he tries to hold a straight face, ‘cept i can already feel him getting hard through his khakis.

“can you handle it now, sir?”

he leans into my face, “fuck you.”

now that’s starting to become a thing. instead of ‘always’ or ‘forever’, ours is ‘fuck you’. great. how cute.

“hey,” i take pretend offense, “you can’t talk to your student like that.”

“i will destroy you, rosé blackburn,” he adds succinctly.

i was just about to destroy him when i notice a 2017 ford f~150 raptor supercrew heading our way. from the hollering, i can make out exactly who it is. even without that cue, i’d know it’s him because, at school, he kept bragging on for a full month about how his dad let him borrow his pickup truck turned desert racing machine. who the fuck cares?

“fuck! oh my god!” i slouch my body into sir. “they’ll see us!”

“relax, my windows are tinted.”

“it’s fucking theo..!” i hiss.

his huge black raptor drives past us, music blaring with theo and his friends shouting like a wild pack of wolves.

🎶it don’t matter, be combative or be sweet cherry pie it don’t matter just as long as i get all you tonight

i don’t know what they are listening to, but they are drunk out of their minds from the way they are singing the lyrics. so reckless.

“you see what i mean?” sir clearly makes his point as i slowly bring my head back up to eye level with him.

and then tries to say something else, but i shove my lips right against his.

he pulls away for a sec, “you can’t leave like that again. i would have made you breakfast.”

awwhhh, next thing i knew, i was pregnant!

“yeah?” i grin. “what would you have made me?”

“pancakes, of course.”

i giggle before a small frown interrupts it, “hey, how’d you know where i lived?”

“oh,” he says. “the school’s system. has everything.”

why, of course, silly dumb me.

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New/revised/whatever- List of stuff

Egos (Marks/Jacks) that I have written for or at least actually have thought about HCS/other universes for:  (Just some brief rambles about them, please don't hesitate to ask about them :3)

  -Anti,   Two takes really, I like him soft, like him mean, hes just fun to write, plenty of different ways to spin why he acts out, what he is and all that. My current fav way to portray him is a missing piece of Seans soul, which means hes unstable as a ‘person’ (cough, not really a human but not, not human either.)  And how he has static filled blue eyes but usually hides them with the scary emerald green...

-Jameson,  I will always stand by this kinda universe i created with a friend aages ao that Shawn took away Jamesons voice when being puppeteered by an awful ink creature that shares his body.  Giving Jameson a lovely fear of knives, some scars, and some very damaged vocals..

-Crank, Oh my fucking boi, a near dead human spliced with a bunch of robot parts..human skin tangled with wires and a heart incased in metal..hes a right mess, a voice in his head that makes him feel all sorts of bad.. He tries his best..he cries oil,  I hardly get to write  him but I love him.

-Blank, another big fav oi, black hollow eyes..a tendency to faint... My Hc involves him having been in an accident that almost killed him, leaving him with a very rare heart condition. He also has an aura which..kinda ties into him having a few abilities and stuff. 

-Nes.. He started off as my own kinda Ethan ego, basically Ethan who was mistreated and really lost his marbles..hes great for the real twisted messed up kinda stuff, so dependant on others, a minor murderer, and has been eyed off by a certain ice cream driver for quite some time...

-Were eth,  Okay granted this was literally just kinda an idea that..Eth became a were wolf boi, fangs, tail, ears. Hes just a fun lil pupper

-Eden. Succubus Ethan basically, but well, he again kinda turned into his own thing separate from Ethan. He's got a tail and wings, and hes a lovely lithe thing. He doesnt dare do things without consent, just gets a bit touchy-feely when hes gone without any energy for too long. Very wide stunning saphire eyes. 

- Jackie  Oh my lad..Buff, trans, adorable, sweet. I always love tinkering around with how/what powers he has tbh..and like- I’ve always had the hc that his eyes are lilac?? or gold. Depending on things.. and he works either at a comic book store, a gym, or at the counter of a gas station. Gives the best hugs. Also I love AUS where hes a phoniex because of uhm?? Big fucking red wings??? YES.

-Hen, Getting his accent right is tough but other than that I love writing about the tired doctor living off coffee and ignoring himself in favor of others. 

-Chase The fucking best dad, sunshine lad. Running a vlogging channel and doing his best while combatting depression..I hc him to have chronic fatigue so he has to push himself extra hard. but He does well in trying to get better and look after himself and only slips up like any other helpless human. Very fun to write. 

- Robbie.   Sof.t zombie lad. Drown in a sweater. Stutters and is v quiet. Slow with speech. Struggles to see sometimes. Loves soft textures.Loves attention. Overall soft fucking lad.

-KOTS, To mean known as Simon. Actually v smart, big brain, very scattered n shy and nervous and squirrelish. Loves books n plants, loves nature. Red is his best colour. Warm sweaters and nuzzling and cuddling up. I always get torn between him being a hybrid of human/squirrel or just a lovely soft guy. 

-Yan ! My fem nb/trans gal! They’ll kick ass with their katana, have the hots for Bim, and looove Japanese culture and stuff. Very adorable. Loves pink. 10/10 love to write. 

-Technically I do have a muse for Mark, or..idea? I’m thinking about shoving it into my own oc/thing..but basically he got tortured n abused by Authy so hes not quite like the real life markimoo..just a nervous mess whose dealing with his traumas..

-Bing, Skater lad, yellow/orange eyes, sunflower vibes. Tries his best, clumsy as fuck, great for a laugh when hes not cowering under google. 

-Edward iplier,  Gah my doctor lad.. I have a hc that he Lost arm. In fire..or by dark n wilf.  He has heterochromia too!! One cho ceye one blue one. He is a fucking nerd (Minor adhd lets be honest) He fucking loves space and science and space/science related lights. He has a bat plus with spacey wings. He likes reading, likes being clean and is quite a quiet indulger in food which has left him with a big of a softer figure. Super gentle nature..nothing like the arrogant portrayal we got in some videos. 

-Angus   I love this man!!! Part Aussie, part irish, a whole lot of gruff old dad with a soft spot for nice people and animals, has his own big place, next to a large ass forest. Loads of scars. Loves boots and cameo coloured clothing. A lovely guy when you get past the rough edges. 

Aand onto all my ocs as of writing this (cause you name well know I be writing new ones like..all the time.) 

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OC’S (My original characters!)

-Jessy, Cowboy-   Choker with gold bell. Lil ears/horns. Spots. Shy but sweet. Hands and feet different colour to rest of skin. Kinda  fur ish feeling rather then just straight-up skin.  Pear shaped figure. Shy lad. Likes to take lots of naps, anxious easily but a big people pleaser too. 

-Ailan and Keros. Moth n butterfly boi.  (Literally just made up with a friend, just a random soft pair of lads tbh nothing too fleshed or spesh)

- Louie - Followed by a dark being/creature/spirit... Yet to determine what else about him, but hes got brown hair, pointed ears and looks lovely in green.

-Quinton  A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian. Quirky, Pan as shit, great dress sense. Extremely calm. Can see auras. Lovely black feathered wings. Bright blue hair.  Kind smile. Works at a little coffee shop in his spare time.

-Ori  Very pure angel boy, previously owned and not very well treated by a god, came crashing down to earth with no memories but his wings intact. Some help him. 

-Lumi  Ghost boy! Died years ago under awful circumstances..now lingers around on earth, sometimes meeting humans who happen to be able to feel or see his presence, he has the ability to make himself solid for short periods of time. 

- Lucio Witchy..dragon soul something or other- Deaf.Paralyzed? In the arms??They might use alot of energy trying to hover around instead of having to use a chair..(I mean how many witches do you see with chairs??).. Although they could not have use of their arms instead, like..paralyzed from the shoulder down- they still have them but theyre effectively useless and easily sore.. (which might make magic really hard, cause theyd have to master it again without their hand gestures.)

- Eztli, Bit of a prick. Basically got cursed to have really weird blood that replished and rejuvinated too fast/too much by a witch he angered. So he turned the curse into a good thing and basically goes out offering himself as a human blood bag for vamps willing to pay in info, items, cash or uh..other services..  

- Gallio Photographer, has hypocalcemia. Haven't really done much else with him tbh.

-Aomi Warlock/witch in training. Downright awful at it. Young and lives in a nice lil cottage outside of the village he was abandoned in.

- Lucas A moonstone gem perma-fusion, he kinda has SPD/DID but he doesn't, cause..hes two gems that became one but not fully. Leaving him to be a bit of a mess and not as strong as other moonstones. 

- Kiyan. A little assistant android!! Created to assist, he can make portals!, He works at a post office. Hes under surveillance by the company that made him and isnt yet aware of many human customs/emotions.. 

- Alex  A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia, 4'3. They fucking glow. You know  Kilowatt from space chimps? think that. But hair n freckles and more human and just as  bubbly and energetic. 

-Locus  Mer/Fish boi!  Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music.

-Lir  A Tiny Octopus/Human hybrid lad. Makes little burble and trill noises. Quite harmless. Needs a home. 

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god.? One eye. Uses notes. To communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

 Small bois (A collection of tinys because G/T is fucking great okay?)

- Tobias. Literally Made of hair gel. cleary, adorable, aaand Eats soap..amoung other non food items he probably should not ingest but does..

- Hinto  Guy made of foam slime. Very chill n laid back.

- Glowstick bubs. (Alo/aloke -  Green and blue  +  Siro - Yellow n pink.  + Mavi (Vi) Red and silver. + Roxy (Ro) - Orange and  purple )  They’re a cross between glowsticks and lava lamps and its epic- asides the fact they have like.half a brain cell each. Lots of sleeping n lazign around.

- Theo  A tiny ink creature.  A clever little lad, who likes to drawn and write n paint in ink and leave cheeky little black splotches everywhere. A very good writer companion tho. 

- JellyBubs! A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, hungry lads will raid your cupboards. 

-Miel A tiny little bee boy! Loves flowers <3 

Apocolyse Squad:

The planet Keres,  Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race.

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat. Vet, partner to Sam who ends up dying in the canon of their story)

Hamrish Benat  (Hayden. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. extra tiny heart in wrist. Quite fem/soft. Likes soap cutting vids and stuffed toys/teddies.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole. Staight up. He dies. Fuck him. He sucks ass.)

Andy peters (Strong, kind. Kinda like Tyler shied. Big, tol, but actually pretty soft.)

Adrian  Géarán  (Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. Very weak n has a couple of disabilities that leave him tired n such, which aint great for his esteem or his team when the apoc hits.)

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Wyatt ???? ?????????????????

Pace- Nerdy. Finds a cat. Observer for the aliens. Is immune to black goop. 

Four - buff. Scary. Deadly. 

Apocolypse Squad Part 2  Small lads who dont derese to be in danger: 

  -Apep, Naga boi  Legs mutate into a cool tail. Hisses, fangs. Adorable loves the sun. bout 20 years old. 

Chris. Camp leader! Biig dad type, redhead, buff, likes gardening and camping, very outdoorsy. Little awkward but great.

Small child Talise- nickname tails? ..   Blind and slightly traumatized by the car crash that killed his mother and ended up with glass in his eyes, very sensitive to noise n textures.     Ends up mutating tails.  6 v young n smol  blocks n colourin

Shirin Parvis. Crystal boi .. trained solider/ royalty.  Tried to warn people before the apoc hit and failed. Now tries to protect the small group of surviors he stumpbles across. 

 Zephaniah, mutation turns him into a  Chameleon basically, just.. a human one. He  Prefers Zeph. Big gamey Nerd-  gets a pet gecko.  16. Quiet. Loves Lazar skirmish and lazers. 

Moyachi, Cactus boi!! Plant bab. Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people 18/ 19   likes drawing. Pretty grumpy and needs a break.

Colin, nicknames: Coco,  Lady bug lad, who is baby trans  mutation resulted in a weird Red/Orange skin condition basically.  Can predict weather v accurately.       Ballet/dance, 14   Likes cooking. 

Hotaru , Firefly bby  - Glowy bub with antenna,  possibly mutates wings.. Sassy and tired. Turns nocturnal as the apoc progressed. Also becomes Colins first love <3

Zeno  A Siren of sorts.  DC/ hip hopper/   Lost his arm in apoc.  He loooves music alot. Very purple aesthetic and checkerboards.

Liren Pichi, deaf peaches n cream aesthetic boi- Nickname Pichi.  He is alone during the apoc, sneaks aboard and ship and goes missing..

Neighbours AU:

They all live on the homeworld, Ermioni.

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia  A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls.. Red head, quite fem, but gay, sweet, but not mousy. 

Lynx ?? An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral.  Alien half likes to go by Perse  (Percy)  They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws. Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of pointy ass teef. Lynx likes to train,go to gym, and kick ass. Big ass butch energy.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth  A six-armed demon with serious parent energy. Big gardener, his body grows flowers depending on his moods/strength of emotions. Purple neck length hair. Great at comfort and cooking. 

Rhys  A Demon with a great curiosity about humans has a sibling, Feri.  Rhys is a big nerd, but very hard to get to know. Not great with emotions, comes across a tad distant and cold without always meaning too. Loves candles and lots of autumn aesthetic. 

Anthos, AKa Ant. Rhys and Hy’s accidentally created/summoned a toddler.. and hes fucking adorable. 

Vato - V   Hy has another bub later on who's more purpley blue with red curled horns and 4 arms.. No tail.. 4 eyes. V cute and inquisitive. Less noisy and wreckless than Ant. 

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly  A regular chubby human bean! Learning to become a chef. He loves food, loves cooking and also loves dancing. Hes a big guy, big cudddler, but a little shy and akward at times. 

Donovan Amores  Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart to a fucking god is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish, moved when young.

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation, Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros.    Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil”  or “ Viejo colibrí sabio��   (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar  (Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole  (His only sister Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..?  Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi  (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Maybe has a cute little jar necklace or magic jar??)

Luca (Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books...Possibly a special pen..) 

Forest bois!!

Cypress The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Very calm, very wise. Kinda like master oogway type. 

Unicorn boi, Hes rare, missing a chunk of his horn. Dont hurt him. He doesnt even have a name.

Fyn. Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin during a human-caused fire. Very mad about it. 

Fie. Bat boy. Loves fruit. 

Moh. Fairy/incubus hybrid.  

Tucker. Bunny boi, Best friends with Ainsley. Got some like, punk vibes about him, piercings n such. Not as soft as one would expect but still nice at heart.

Ainsley. Fawn boi, clums, shy, round glasses,  Looks smart but doesn't always know stuff. Very unsure of self. 

Experiment AU: 

Izekiel Iris A being of Paint. Hes made of paint. He has trauma from being experimented on. Slightly depressed. Loves art, loved creating. also regresses to try to deal with said PTSD.  Hard to get to know at first. 

Matty  (Matthew Libelle)   An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol.  Hes fucking baby and i adore him alot please do ask anything and everything about him. 

Cult bois:

-Nero Aakil   (Means Genius/Orange blossom)   Orange bub  - Leader. Smart. Telepathic link with all cult members.  V corrupted…  (Parents were rich and ignorant)

-Mao Cerise   Pink - Ditzy, Looks after their ‘little bird’ (aka Jey) 

-Jey Michael Cherubim   Fallen angel -  Corrupted..desaturating and weak.. Was summoned by the cult and captured as a trophy. 

-Jaden Hirav  Looks after a garden of plants both harmless and some not for master. Previously Neros old pet..His  The family was alright but he was moreso raised by like his mum and bro. He was kidnapped from his garden and never seen again. The cult ritual to initiate him into the group failed and he was spliced with plants making him near useless to the cult.

-Rowan maverick - Now known as  Rogue- Red. Lost their tongue. Does Not follow orders to the T but gets their job done.   Has another voice/god/soul looking out for them… Very assassin ready, very perceptive. Wants to get out the cult but knows theyre too far in.. Cool glowy words in the air because they don't have their tongue. Possibly only lives of medication and vitamin pills..possible OD? Possible addiction. They struggle alot with it. 

P - Pax -  God who watches over Rowan. Was killed by the Master but their spirt lives on.

Cato.   Purple - Another smart one.. Possible Wiccan?  Sadist. Mean. Tall.  Scary. Abuse. Twisted. Loves being in the cult. Eventually wants to host Masters soul.. 

Gin Short for Ginger but the real name is Xanthe.  Blind. Also another assassin like Rogue but more obedient.  Doesn't talk often out of fear. 

Benjamin Brandy  (Benji. B) is Gins friend, Gin is trying not to get him involved in the cult but was too late as B had previously already been cursed and dealt with mythical beings..

 Silver bub. Demir. A demon summoned by the cult to complete the collection. Wants out, very stressed.  

Adopted AU: (This is like a mess of some of the boys but younger and in a different timeline to their universes smushed together intoa kinda cute school/adoption au idea.)

Matthew is smol autistic, malnourished and heavily abused both mentally and physically, leading to selective mutism and being a small fragile easily tired bab.  He loves hanging in the library once he gets used to going to some schooling. Gets tutored by Chris? Goes to camp and helps around n has fun..

Jaden, loves the school garden, and likes science class. His family is alright, However he ends up mostly raised by his sister? Or brother? 

Iz is the lil art bab, also in foster care of a big family, not so much abused but semi neglected. Quiet.

Nero is the gifted nerdy child..Parents ignorant. They love history and fictional books and reading and learning.

Benji is the slightly older kid whos possibly maybe a little behind or delayed or..something, they help out with other kids as a buddy? They like to do cooking classes.

DA AU

So this Au was like..the Septic tank births all the egos.

Angus first- He has..some kinda strength I imagine/..

Then Anti, Hen, Jackie. Marv. 

Chase -  He kills himself because of Glitch- also falls in the tank a second time and ends up with odd powers. 

Glitch Starts off as very bad and misunderstood. Turns out they were just highly unstable and required medical treatment.  Their real name is Arius and they cant stomach solid foods all the time. Mostly a liquid diet. They have glitchy fits/static seizures. Very unpleasant. Can enter tech, and its not so great, can get trapped. Can absorb certain amounts of electricity because of this they Got hit by  ightning once and has epic lighting scars!! Up arms..some on neck. All over his chest and back. 

Septic clone AU

Sean giving up bits of soul to make clones ends up in coma

Experiments and torture and odd shit with the egos ensues??

Minecraft AU??  

Yeah i had weird ideas for a cute minecraft gang of minecrafters who had accidents involving getting merged/recded with other creatures traits ect. 

Vail.  -Vex / Human

Snow golom hybrid? Or Blaze?

Slimey boi

Kitsune

Panda lad.

Pokebabs au

Mainly for Matty, Iz and Blank.. were they have pokemon forms and when bonded with a human long enough can evolved into human forms?? 

Horned AU  (With Troiseh/Glitch-in-the-static)

Shiro  -Prince lad  (This is their lad :3)

Junji - Battery..whump/slave/lost prince 

Isao Asuka -  Shiros Royal Guard 

Alien AU

Hami if he were..alien instead of being a human in an apoc basically. 

Angel AU stuff: 

Good omens inspired boi

Leo Halvar   Part..humany..demon..Cambion are according to google "In late European mythology and literature, a cambion is the offspring of an incubus, succubus, or another demon with a human, or of an incubus and succubus"

Ryan  Hot archangel guy: One wing, demon hunter thing.. Good kinda reforming from a less nice lifestyle previously. 

Mute angel possibly demon idk- -   Latif? Emmet? Evan? 

Long fringe shy boy-  Cael / Lox

[moonfairydraws]

Lost on Danny Street

In honor of International day against Homophobia, Transphobia and Biphobia, thought I’d bring you a little story about a girl who got lost and ended up on a very special street.

A/N: in this story, my character Zophie is about 5 or 6. When I was a little older than her age, I got lost in a Disney world resort. It was thanks to cast members and some wonderful guests that I got reunited with my family. While I myself am cisgender, I tried to write it from my experience getting lost back then, as well as my experience working in a toy store where ladies like a certain one in the story existed. Although, we both get lost for very different reasons and the item I was left with was a hotel key. But that’s for another day. Enjoy

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This happened a little bit ago. Back then, her family still called her by that name. She remembered that day, even the outfit she was wearing.

A blue striped shirt and overalls with a red car on the front. She’d protested the outfit, but all her other clothes had been dirty from an earlier tantrum.

It had actually been so bad, her older sister Lani had lamented and given her her phone to watch the little mermaid. But of course, she’d gotten bored and put it in her little pink purse.

They’d gone to get her new shoes and she’d desperately wanted a pair of sneakers with pink sequins and baby blue laces and a little mermaid on the side. But when she went to put them on the counter with her money a lady had put another pair in front of her.

“Wouldn’t you prefer these instead? They have sharks on them.”

“No. I don’t like sharks. I like mermaids. See, I got one on my purse.” She showed the lady

“Don’t be silly. Purses are for girls, not boys.” This made her cry. Why couldn’t she have the sneakers that she wanted? Why couldn’t she have a purse?

She’d run out of the small store. Run as fast as her little legs could take her. She’d probably run two blocks before she’d realized it.

“Papa? Sissy? Gracie? Where are you?” She was lost. Lost on an unfamiliar street. That’s when Lani’s phone had sung some Jonas Brothers song. “Sissy’s phone.”

“Oh thank the universe.” Her dad had been crying. “Son, where are you?”

She’d looked up at the nearest green street sign. “The green sign says D...”

“Sound it out sweetie.” Lani had said over the phone. “Like the lions do on the tv.”

“Dah....nn...why. Sh..tah.ree...t. Oh! Danny Street.” Thats when the phone had beeped. “Sissy! The screen is black! Fix it!”

But her sister wasn’t there to plug the phone in. She’d lost her connection to her family. It just made her cry more.

That’s when words appeared on the pavement in front of her. “Wh...ah...t...s... What’s....wah...rr...on....gah...waronga? I don’t know.”

“Danny baby, I don’t think he’s that advanced of a reader.” A voice came from behind her. It was a nice lady, with really nice hair and pretty makeup. Like....

“Ursula!” She loved Ursula, so her little brain had told her to run up and hug this lady. “Can your eel friends bring back my papa and sissies. I’ll give you my favorite dolly.” She’d pulled it out of her bag and given it to the woman.

The look on her face was sad before she realized what she’d meant, handing back her toy. “Oh you don’t need to give Miss Maura your dolly. Why don’t we get that phone of yours working again and get you all cheered up. Do you like ice cream?”

“Uh Huh. My favorite is chocolate with rainbow sprinkles and star sprinkles and blueberries.”

“Well, what a coincidence.” Maura had smiled and pointed at a counter, where a beautiful ice cream dish sat, overfilling with blueberries and rainbow and shiny star sprinkles.

While she’d gobbled up the treat, Maura had wiped off the gooey mess along with her tears. “Now, Sugar, you have to tell me what I can call you.”

“Well, it’s Teddy, but I don’t like it.” She frowned, letting ice cream drip on to her overalls. “I thought Sophie could be my name, but there’s a Sophia in my class at school and she’s really mean. I don’t want to be mean. Then I thought maybe Zoo, but that’s not right either. I can’t be a Zoo.”

Maura giggled. What was weird was that it also felt like the street was giggling too, but streets don’t giggle. “What about Zophie? It’s a little combo, spelled Z-o-p-h-i-e.”

“I like that.” She smiled. “Just call me Zophie Jones.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Zophie Jones.” Maura shook her hand.

“Aww, I want ice cream too!” Zophie heard Gracie’s voice behind her. “Papa! Can I get some ice cream too?”

“Sure.” There was her Papa. “Theo, I’m really sorry. I turned my back for one second and that lady hurt your feelings. But you can’t just run away like that.”

“Not Theo. Zophie.” She’d corrected him as Grace had gobbled up a magically poofed strawberry sorbet. It would be the first of many, but this was the most important thing to her. More important than some sparkly pink shoes.

“Zophie. Okay.” He’d hugged her close. “Promise me though, you come to me if that happens again.”

“Yes, Papa.”

“Well, after Miss Maura called, I did make a stop.” He pulled out a familiar box.

“My dolphin shoes! Can I wear them now?”

“First we should probably get you a bath and a nice nap. Does that sound good, little prince?”

“No Papa, she’s a little princess!” Gracie corrected.

“Right.”

“Okay Papa.” Zophie had climbed into her Papa’s arms. “Bye Ursula.”

“Bye Zophie.” Maura had ruffled her hair. “And remember, Danny The Street and me will just be a phone call away if you need somewhere to go.” Maura slipped Lani’s phone in Zophie’s purse.

That’s when she saw two words on the ground. Bye Zophie.

“Bye Danny.”

She hadn’t known it, but she’d find herself on that street many times after that. Whenever she’d needed a safe haven or somewhere to just have a friendly talk, she’d turn the corner and it always seemed to say Danny Street. The ice cream counter isn’t there anymore, but what was always had a flair about it. But hey, even a sentient street knows that sometimes all you need is a friend. And maybe something more filling than chocolate ice cream with rainbow and star sprinkles.

[strcwberryfields]

CATH/MOLLY - 🥱 | 🤪 | 😟

🥱 : a sleepy voicemail

[molly]: Hey, I just saw your missed call. Did you forget that it’s like, four in the morning over here right now? [laughs] I’m actually a little concerned that you’re awake so early on a Sunday, unless of course you haven’t gone to sleep yet, which I’m gonna assume is what’s happening here and that was gonna be some drunk rambling anyway. Well I hope that the reason you didn’t answer now is because you’re asleep, and I really hope it’s in a bed this time, preferably your own. You’re fuckin’ crazy dude. I’ll call you later or maybe we can FaceTime or something because I’m thinking about doing something cool with my hair and I need your expertise. Talk to you later!

🤪 : a goofy voicemail

[molly]: Heyyyy bitch [theo]: Who’s that? [molly]: Cath, shush— [theo]: Oh! Hi Cath! [molly]: It’s her voicemail, dummy. Anyway. Theo and I just went to the dispensary and got you and Charlie some really good shit that I think you’re gonna like so I’ll mail it—[theo]: No these edibles are insane! We’re totally on Mars right now. [molly]: Babe interrupt me one more time and see what happens [laughs]. Well he’s not wrong, they’re these peach ring gummies with like 96% TCH in them. So I hope you guys like. And since we’ll me road tripping to New York I’ll be able to bring a bunch more if you want, so lemme know. I’m sure I’m gonna text you some dumbass photos of Theo pretty soon because his eyes are so red and— [theo]: THEY ARE?! Oh no. [molly]: Theo. Okay, I’m gonna go, love you bitch!

😟 : a worried voicemail

[molly]: Hey, I got your text, so I kind of hope you’re sleeping right now cause I think it’s like three in the morning over there. Though I’m a little worried you didn’t answer because you usually are awake at this hour…hah…anyway. I just got out of rehearsal so I didn’t see the message until now. But I really hope you’re okay, or that you’re with Charlie or something. Just give me a call or something when you get this so I know you’re okay, cause I hope you are. Gah, sorry I know I’m repeating myself. Ya worry me sometimes kid. And y’know I love you and stuff…alright, smoke a bowl for me and I’ll talk to you soon.

[rizzizzsins-blog]

From the Ashes, Ch. 2

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 The rustling of hospital sheets and a splitting headache woke Asher up. He’d never even gotten a drink and it still felt like he had a hangover.

 “Morning, princess.” Was that the red eyed skeleton from the night before? Had he wasted his evening watching over him?

 Oh. Right. They’d probably taken him out of his binder.

 “Er, prince. But, yeah, morning.”

 “Oh… alright, princey.”

 Close enough.

 “What are you doing here? I mean, I appreciate you taking me to the hospital, but he didn’t hit me      that     hard, did he?”

 “Yeah, ‘bout that. Might wanna feel your noggin. It’s not a pretty picture.”

 The living sap that made up his face had solidified and cracked. It was a way that his body protected itself from hard hits.

 Bastard had really done a number on him. Was he going to be able to go into work like this?

 “Did the doctors say it was a concussion?”

 “No, but---”

 “Cool. I have a shift tonight,” Asher grunted, starting to get up. Gravity magic yanked him back into bed.

 “Woah, easy there, your Highness. They didn’t say you were fit to work either, so just stay your ass put before you break something else.”

 “Fiiiiine. Well, I’m awake. You can go now. I’m not dead and you aren’t liable,” Asher sighed.

 “Why the fuck would I leave ya like this? It’s kinda my fault that you got hit.”

 “How is it your fault?” Asher snickered. “I shouldn’t have run my mouth towards a ball of fire twice my size. Not that I have any regrets.”

 “I, uh, shoulda stopped you. Or him. I coulda done something,” The skeleton scratches his head.

 “You didn’t have to. You’ve done more than enough for me, getting me to the hospital.”

 Cinn was about to answer when Asher heard shouting from down the hall.

 “Yeah, I’m his significant other! I have pictures of us! Who the hell did you let in that room with him?! You people are fucking incompetent!”

 Theo threw the door open, giving Asher a heart murmur.

 “What are you doing here.” Theo asked coldly.

 “I’m… busy? Recovering from a head injury?” Asher replied, already tired of hearing his partner’s voice.

 “Yeah. I can see that. What I don’t see is…. I don’t know, let me think. How you got yourself hurt. Where the hell you were last night. Who that motherfucker right there is,” Theo pointed at the skeleton.

 “Look, just stop raising your voice. You’re making a scene.”

 “Oh, I’m making a scene? Just like you did at that filthy bar last night?”

 “So you do know what happened,” Asher responded.

 “You were on the fucking news. ‘Dryad Injured By Fire Elemental Punch In Possible Interspecies Hate Crime.’ Guess who’s the only fucking dryad in this city?”

 Asher’s head felt like it was going to burst.

 “Please, Theo, just stop. I talked shit. I got hit. If this is a private hospital, you don’t have to foot the bill. So just go. I’ll be home tonight if I can.”

 “Pfft, no you won’t. You’ll be at work. Or maybe at the bad part of town getting into barfights, because that’s apparently who you are now.”

 “Hey,” the skeleton tried to interject.

 “I don’t know why you’re trying to act out. Are you looking for attention or something? You ever considered that I could use a glance over once in a while?”

 “Hey! That’s fuckin’ enough!” The skeleton stood up. He seemed offended, as if Theo had been talking to him.

 “You stay out of this! You fucking impersonated me and took      my    partner to some random hospital. Who knows what you two did on the way.”

 Asher couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “  I was unconscious!  Stop shouting and just go to class! I’ll be back later!”

 “I expect you home by 10 pm for dinner. Now that I have to put a curfew on you just to prevent you from getting killed,” Theo threw that in, before slamming the door as he left.

 “... You’re dating that fuckboy?”

 Asher knew what kind of talk was coming, and he didn’t want to hear it.

 “Just go. Whatever you’re gonna say, I’ve already heard it, so go. Before the hospital staff kick you out for lying.”

 “Look…. Name’s Cinn. I’m leavin’ my number on this napkin. Text me by 10, please… not to sound like that bastard. I just wanna make sure you’re okay.”

 Asher turned away in his bed, curling up. “..... Thanks.”

 There’s three gentle knocks on the door.

 “This is your doctor. May I come in?”

 “Sure,” Asher manages, trying not to cry.

 A goat monster with a gentle, but slightly detached voice came in with a cup of chamomile tea.

 “Good morning. My name is Dr. Gabriel Dreemurr, pronounced Gah-Bree-El. How do you do today, Mr. John Doe?” She chuckled a little at her joke, then set a cup of tea down for Asher to have. No doctor had ever brought him tea. It was nice.

 He took a careful sip of the chamomile. It was delicious, and he typically hated chamomile.

 “Ms. Samara Frax,” Asher winced. “Please call me Asher, though.”

 “Your legal name is already on the paperwork. I will call you what makes you most comfortable, and I will ensure that others do so in my presence. Does that help?” She asked, sounding genuinely concerned for him. It helped him relax a little.

 “Yeah… thank you, Dr. Dreemurr.”

 “Now then, it seems that you were hit rather hard on the head at a barfight. May I have a look at the injury?

 Asher pushed his long, mossy hair aside to reveal the injury. He still hadn’t looked at it, only felt it.

 “Oh, my. Will you be pressing charges? I’m sorry, but under Monarchic Monster Law, I’m required to ask, and this is a monster hospital.”

 Asher shook his head. “No point. It already happened, and I kind of deserved it.”

 “Now, now, violence is almost never called for, especially if you were speaking the truth. I have been briefly acquainted with Mr. Sparkby Embers, and let me say, the dislike is mutual.”

 Asher chuckled at that. Gabriel did the standard tests- ask him math problems, take his blood pressure, listen to his soul, before letting him know that everything checked out.

 "I would strongly suggest that you at least spend the day here before returning to work tonight. I overheard you and the flame arguing over it."

 Fantastic. How many people had heard that, the whole hospital?

 "Will do."

 "Well then, it was nice to meet you, Mr. Frax. Please don't get caught up in another 'interspecies hate crime'. The human news have enough fuel for idiocy out there."

 "Got it," Asher replied, before reclining a bit. Gabriel hadn't taken back her mug. He presumed she would come and get it later. In the meantime, he reached for his computer and opened his email. Great. An email from the professor already.

     Dear Asher,  

     I noticed that on the get to know you assignment, you were a bit reticent to offer any information on yourself.  

     I hope that my lines of questioning have not made you uncomfortable, and would be happy to discuss anything you'd like to get off your chest in private.  

     I look forward to seeing you a bit more comfortable in the class. I read your contributions in the Creative Writing magazine, and I think you're capable of great things!  

     Cordially,  

     Dr. Clementine Gaster (Dr. Clemm)  

 Well… that was less bad than Asher had expected it to be. Still, something didn’t seem quite right. Asher had learned from experience that STEM professors, in general, tended to be less understanding of his situation. So if Clemm wasn’t an interdimensional physicist, what professor was he thinking of? He’d remember eventually.

     “Dr. Clemm,  

     I’ll do my best to be more responsive from now on.  

     Asher”  

 He couldn’t think of anything else to say, so he sent it as it was.

 He rang for more pain meds. After the nurse administered them, he used a vine to open the blinds. The lazy afternoon sun replenished his spirits a bit, and he felt comfortable enough to take another nap. He really had fallen behind on his sleep schedule.

 Around dinnertime, there’s yet another knock on the door. Asher didn’t even have time to say “Come in” before the door was opened.

 “.... What are you doing here?! Don’t get closer!” Asher hissed. It was his attacker. To hit him for insulting him was one thing, but to show up at his hospital room?

 “Hey, hey, hands off the panic button. I’ve heard enough sirens for today,” the bartender sighed. “Look, if I had come here to kill you, would I have brought flowers and food?”

 Oh. He had brought flowers. And food.

 “.... I guess not…” Asher paused, before pulling his finger away from the call button.

 “So, how’d Sparkby react to you punching a client half your size? Do you still have a job?” Asher asked. Asher didn’t know why he cared, but he did.

 “I’m Sparkby,” the elemental answered.

 “You’re shitting me.”

 “Nope. I’m the owner. So yeah, I got to keep my job, just barely. Almost lost my goddamn license.”

 “I’m glad you didn’t. I kind of deserved it for what I said. I shouldn’t have judged you like that,” Asher chuckled, rubbing his head.

 “Cinn and his bro chewed me out for quite a while after you were checked in. So…”

 Sparkby took a deep breath, steadying himself.

 “Look, I’m not good at apologies, but I’m a damn good cook, and hospital food blows, so I made you supper. Don’t worry, it’s not poisoned or some shit. I’m not that kind of a bastard.”

 Sparkby set the flowers by Asher’s windowsill, then stopped.

 “Ah, shit, I brought you dead plants. That’s not considered offensive or anything, is it?”

 Asher shook his head. “I appreciate them.”

 “Right. If you ever wanna come back to my bar, I won’t bash your skull in, and your first drink’s on the house.”

 He was about to head out when Asher noticed he still had a styrofoam container in one hand. Was Sparkby going to eat alone?

 “Wait! Umm ... if you’re not busy, you can sit down for a bit. We could both eat.”

 “Huh?” The flame looked down, confused. “Well… if you need someone around, I guess.”

 He closed the door and sat in a chair nearby. Asher opened his food. Chicken parmigiana. It smelled heavenly.

 “Jesus, this is beautiful. You really didn’t have to.”

 Sparkby shakes his head, a hint of blue on his cheeks. “‘S nothing. And I did have to. Or Cinn and Edge would’ve had my head.”

 Asher took his first bite. It was perfection. Better than anything he’d made. And certainly better than cold takeout from Theo. He hadn't meant to moan, but it was so goooood.

 Thankfully, both he and Sparkby silently agreed to pretend that it hadn't happened at all. Sparkby cleared his throat.

 "So, Cinn has an older brother?"

 "Younger. Nickname's Edge. Real uptight bastard, but he's gotten a lot better. oNow he’s just a fuckin’ busybody when he’s not working Captain’s Shift.”

 “Wait. Cinn’s little brother is the Captain of the Interroyal Guard? Some brother.”

 “Yeah. Rides my ass every time I don’t card in his presence, but otherwise a good guy. He almost blasted me when he found out I punched a mouthy little sapling.”

 Asher chuckled. “Interspecies hate crime, huh?”

 “The shit humans come up with to slander monsters. You’d think we wouldn’t be newsworthy by now,” Sparkby scoffed.

 “Especially since we’ve lived along them the entire time,” Asher grinned.

 “Oh, you’re a glen kid? How was it?”

 Asher wanted to answer, but there was a pit in his stomach whenever someone asked him that.

 “... Don’t worry. I don’t like dwelling on the past either. Well, how was the food? Orgasmic?”

 Asher almost spit out his iced coffee. “You piece of shit! I thought you were gonna let that slide!”

 “Oh, you’d love for me to let it slide, wouldn’t ya?~”

 The door swung open, almost hitting Sparkby. Thankfully the guy could DODGE.

 “What the fuck is this?” Theo growled, glaring daggers at the larger fire elemental.

 “A friend.” Well, Asher wasn’t sure if he considered Sparkby a friend yet, but it would hopefully shut Theo up.

 “You don’t have friends. Is this the guy who hit you? Why the fuck did you let him in? You just opening the door for anyone except your significant other now?”

 “Theo, you didn’t even knock.”

 “Why should I have to knock? I have the right to be here.      He    should be in prison.”

 “Well, I’m not pressing charges, so let it go, Theo.”

 “Let it go?” He guffawed. “Let it go?! This bastard is getting more forgiveness out of you in five minutes than I have in 5 years.”

 The potent scent of frankincense hit Asher’s nose.

 Sparkby was smoking with rage, but the wicked smile on his face was what was worrying Asher the most.

 “Ohhhh…. I remember you. I see why you’re trying to get rid of me. How could I forget you, you little piss stain of a monster?”

 “I’ve never met you in my life. And I don’t want you in      our     life, so get out before I tell the Guard you attacked him again.” Theo’s voice wavered on the last word.

 “You’re playing a dangerous game, little matchstick. Truth’s gonna come out one way or another; I won’t even have to be the one to do it.”

 “Get out. Before I call. The cops,” Theo demanded. Sparkby just shrugged.

 “No worries. I was on my way out anyways, and so are you.”

 He saunters out, cocksure as when Asher had first seen him behind the counter.

 What had he just witnessed?

 “Do you know---”

 “No. I brought takeout, but clearly that’s not good enough for you anymore. I’m going home.”

 “Theo---”

 “Be back at 10.”

 … There was no point in thinking about it. Whatever had just happened, Theo would keep him in the dark forever if he could. Asher hugged his pillows tightly, trying not to sob.

 Maybe it was better like that.

[hamitrashcan-blog]

This is a conversation between Mary Jefferson and yourself, Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes. Mary Jefferson : ((OHMY FUCKING GOD)) hELLO Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : ((I'm always online child )) Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : ((As Turned into a woman Hercules Mulligan or Turned into a baby Alexander Hamilton )) Mary Jefferson : ((aH that's some interesting cool au shit right there)) Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : ((And Mute!Puppeteer! Aaron Burr )) Mary Jefferson : ((Im like trying to picture this woah tHAT WOULD BE ACTUALLY REALL COOL and burr would be over dramatic af)) Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : ((Hes calm and sign language) Mary Jefferson : ((smh im a rat he's obviously cAlm but is he s a l t y)) Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : (Salty Mute. And also Going to a duel Angelica Hamilton and Hamilsmol George Washington!)) Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : ((I rp too many people)) Mary Jefferson : ((I think rp is pretty cool tbh)) dAD hey dad so do you know what chemical ice is Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "No I dont." Mary Jefferson : o h n o Philip was talking about it and I WANT SOME Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Take some of our Money and get your own " Mary Jefferson : But I don't even know what it is??? It's obviously ice bUT IN WHAT FORM Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Search it up " Mary Jefferson : too much work I don't want to I just want the i c e with c h e m i c a l s Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Buy it. You keep wanting things." Thomas gives Mary $100 Mary Jefferson : *tOO MANY IDEAS ARE POPPING OUT OF MARYS HEAD* thankS Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Dont use it all in once place ' Mary Jefferson : I wOooOnt ok I'll buy you an ugly rock or something Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "I don't need anything." Mary Jefferson : I n e e d eVERYTHING *extends arms out* let's buy the entire world Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "$100 won't buy everything " Mary Jefferson : well if it could I would buy everything Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Okay. Well go off and buy things. No pets." ((THOMAS S TI LL HAS THOSE ANIMAL PARTS OKAY?)) Mary Jefferson : ((OKAY AH)) *groaning* ugh ok *zoOMS OUT IF HOUSE SCREAMING* Mary Jefferson : *OF Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas reads a book Mary Jefferson : *Mary runs twists through the city, buying things and desperately watching through he windows of the pet store* Mary Jefferson : *the Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas makes himself Mac and cheese Mary Jefferson : *Mary sTRUGGLES to find something else to distract her, so she keeps searching, trying to prove wether chemical ice was real or not, she ran into Theo, and bought things, asking every ice cream parlor about c h e m i c a l i c e* uGh I hate the suNnnnN *the sun sets, signaling Mary that is was time to go home* you rat sun, I'll fight you one day *mary goes hooome* hEY ITS ME ITS ME ITS ME ITS ME IM BACK HELLO ITS ME Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas was asleep on the couch. Mary Jefferson : oh *grins, and pets Thomas' again* okay now this is boring *wAKES UP THOMAS AS VIOLENTLY AS SHE CAN* THE ORPAHNS ARE COMING IN THROUGH THE WINDOWS Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas snaps away "GAH WHAT WHERE NO ORPHANS BELONG HERE" Thomas looked around and saw nothing "Mary what the fuuuucdge. What did you buy?" Mary Jefferson : okay okay get ready for some fire *pulls stuff out of bags* *pulls out a ribbons* so I FINALLY found a nice shade of pastle red to go with my dresses and this lavender is gonna go perfect with one of my white dresses so??? yeah I also got *pulls out big ass sweater* my new life line Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Oh that's great, Mary. How much money do you have left?" Mary Jefferson : uh *pulls out fifteen bucks* I can only use the sold riBBONS THE WOOL ONES ALWAYS GET MESSED UP AND THEN I FIND STRINGS OF WOOL IN MY HAIR ITS NOT FUN ok I need the nicer ribbons Mary Jefferson : *THE SILK RIBBONS Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "I see. Well it's getting late. Ill give you more money tomorrow so you can go buy whatever you want. No pets " Mary Jefferson : OOOOO I SAW ANIMALS AT THE PET STORE TODAY AT IT WAS SO COOL except there was one dead bird but I mean we can't all be happy Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Dead birds? Hahaha you should've brought that home, I mean what? Go to sleep" Mary Jefferson : eW dad sTOP I WILL NOT LIVE LIKE THAT WITH YOUR DOGGY DEAD ANIMAL FETISH urgh *goes to room and changed* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "I didn't say anything, don't bring dead animals home." He's totally not hiding dead animals in the yard Mary Jefferson : ok, that's gross and anyway so *under blankets* GOODNIGHT Mary Jefferson : *goes to sleep* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas fell asleep on the couch Mary Jefferson : ~~next morning~~ hm *spills small cup of water on Thomas* UP Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : aNGRY BARKING AND WAKING UP "MARY!" Mary Jefferson : DAD! gET UP Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "whAT DO YOU WANT MARY' Mary Jefferson : *sarcatic mocking* whAT DO YOU WANT FATHER I actually don't know I just woke up and realized evolution i s real and yeah now I'm shook Mary Jefferson : *sARCASTIC Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Do you want money again? Just go get yourself a new dress or something " Thomas gave Mary $200 Mary Jefferson : oH hm let me think about this,,, *silence* what would happen if I gave a slave ten bucks- Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Youre grounded for a year " Mary Jefferson : ok nevermind bYE *is out the door again screaming* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : ((BUY DOG THINGS AND KEEP YOUR FATHER ON A LEASH. jk)) Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas works on work Mary Jefferson : *Mary is more hasty and rude because she feels powerful with 200 dollars* wATCH WHERE YOURE WALKING UGH *she wants to buy to White House. S H E W A L K S T O T H E W H I T E H O U S E* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : She can't buy the white house Mary Jefferson : *cant buy the white house* THE US GOVERMENR IS RIGGED *throws stick at ground because that helps the problem somehow???* yEA I JUST SAID THAT I COULD CARE LESS ABOUT THE DECLARATION ew these pEASENTS *Mary walks to That Beach™ And watched the waves crash down onto the sand, she immediately turned away and speed back home rather early because tHERES NO CHEMICAL ICE YET* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Welcome home what did you buy " Mary Jefferson : uhUHhUh only some dresses uh here look *pulls out dresses* that shawl *points to a shawl* came with this dress *hold up a dress* so yeah that was cool and I got *pulls out Chinese handcuffs* I got angry that's what happened then my fingers got caught in these and I decided to buy it Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Thats...not interesting." Mary Jefferson : that's because your wierd and you rUN THIS GOVERNMENT ok *falls onto couch and hugs a pillow* we need a new president Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Who Do you have in mind?" Mary Jefferson : me Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Youre too young " Mary Jefferson : RAHHH see we need to change the system Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "No we don't. " Mary Jefferson : *is forming a wall of pillows* INCORRECT just because yOU MADE IT DOESNT MEAN ITS PERFECT one of the things you made has an exception that would be *sticks out head from wall of pillows* m e Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : 'Well if you find a way to be a adult over 30 then sure be the president. But you're only six so it's impossible " Mary Jefferson : *goes back under pillows* noT FAIR Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "It is fair." Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : ((DoN't FORGET ABOUT THAT WITCH)) Mary Jefferson : ((THANK YOU FOR THAT INFO AGAIN)) that's what you think. adults are crusty and you're three so Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Madison isn't so he can run for me." Mary Jefferson : wHO WOULD RUN FOR A THREE YEAR OLD Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Madison." Mary Jefferson : *groaning* Mr. Madison looks like a ten year old either way so Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Madison doesn't look three." Mary Jefferson : but he looks ten TEN YEAR OLDS ARE WORSE Mary Jefferson : AND HES ALWAYS GOT A RUNNY NOSE ITS DISGUSTING Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas sighs annoyed "if I give you $300 will you leave?" Mary Jefferson : *explODES FROM PILLOWS* Y e S *takes money and R U N S OUT INTO FOREST LOOKING FOR THE WITCH* hey ms. Witch it's me Maryyyy remember me I'm your friends *sees witch shack* yE *runs into witch shack* uh...hi??? Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : The witch looks at Mary "What do you want now?" Mary Jefferson : I got 3 0 0 dollars, make me...32 years old, because I wanna run for president and make this countRY LIVE UP TO ITS TITLE. E Q U A L. You're a woman!!!! I could buy you stuff! aND MEN TOO BECAUSE E Q U A L I T Y Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Oh. " the witch takes the money "Its a deal." The witch makes Mary 32. Mary Jefferson : oh my god. I'm so taLL *looks down* I- oH WHY ARE THEY- ugh thanks anyway, I feel suddenly real crabby but thanks *Mary leaves the shack, and changes some other dress she found that would fit her better ((wOW))* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas was reading another book. Mary Jefferson : *Mary doesn't skip or run home. She painfully hides her excitement but keeping a straight face and a straight posture* uHhH *she opens the door* WAIT NO *cLOSES THE DOOR SHUT AGAIN* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas looks at the door "Mary?" Mary Jefferson : um,,, HOLD ON *Mary walks to the pond near the house and looks at her reflection* woah... *she was amazed and felt wierd and completely different, but she liked it.* uh *opens door* y e s Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "...mary? What the hell did you do?!" Thomas walks to Mary and looked up Mary Jefferson : iM RUNNING FOR PRESIDENT Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "But yo- you need to learn politics " . Mary Jefferson : pSh I know enough, I have the declaration at the bottom of my closet and since I'm older, I don't have to tell you w h y it's in my closet. so ha. Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Mary how old are you now? Youre too young! !" Mary Jefferson : ...uh...............................*r e a l l y quiet* 32........ Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "32?!" . Mary Jefferson : wHa- DAD HOW OLD ARE Y O U NOW?! Y O U R E TOO YOUNG Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "I'm three but I'm not mentally! !! Youre six mentally! ' Mary Jefferson : And??? Just because I am six doesn't mean I have to a c t six Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Youre already acting six!!" . Mary Jefferson : NUH-UH Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Mary you're grounded!!" Mary Jefferson : *deep inhale, smoothens out unusually long dress* No *smiles* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "No? Mary I am your father and I demand that you go to your room now!" Mary Jefferson : no...I'm don't feel like it so....no Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Mary go to your room!" Thomas glares Mary Jefferson : *Mary feels weird having her father look a lot shorter, so she looks down and glares back at him* mmmm??? no? no. Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Mary don't say no to me!" Thomas grabbed the end of Mary's dress and tries to take her to her room Mary Jefferson : um *Mary puts more weight into her shoes and held onto the wall for more strength, she laughed as he tugged at her dress* n o, im fine right here but thanks anyway Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Mary go to your room! I forbid you to run as president! " Mary Jefferson : You can't! You're a child! And you know, *pats Thomas' head* gentleman shouldn't pull on a woman's dress that's,,,rude, impolite and vulgar Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Mary I am not a child so do not pat my head. And you are not a woman, you are a child. So go to your room!" Mary Jefferson : uhhhh...*Mary feels as if she should go to her room but she remembers: 32 > 3* nope... *backs up to door* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Mary stop saying no to me! I am your father! " Mary Jefferson : Well I'm older! Mary Jefferson : You said- you said to show respect to your elders so! Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Mary you're not older. I am. And I am your elder!" Mary Jefferson : do you have eyeballs??? I'm clearly much older Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "I am mentally older, Mary! You are still a child!" Mary Jefferson : But I'm not! You're being daft and stupid. I AM OLDER Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "I am not stupid mary! I worked with so many politics things while you just sta home and read books. " Thomas glares at Mary Mary Jefferson : Because I'm forced to! I don't want to! I would like to have a dog and take care of it and that's not easy! I want to rUN FOR PRESIDENT! And maybe- just maybe- you A R E just stupid enough that this politics, big ego and 'oh! I'm so smart! I'm Thomas Jefferson! George Washington thinks I'm a responsible person, so that makes me better than everyone!' IS LITERALLY TAKING OVER YOU AND YOU CANT EVEN *fRUSTRATION NOISES* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas stays silent for a bit and looked away from Mary and ran out the door Mary Jefferson : *Mary's fists shook with anger* DONT EVEN BOTHER COMING BACK *she slammed the door and went to scream at the pillows on the couch* aRGH Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas just kept running until he made it to the beach. He sat underneath the tree. Mary Jefferson : *Mary took blankets from Thomas' room and wrapped herself up in them. She layed down on the couch and clamped her eyes shut. She r e f u s e d to cry even if no one was around. She wasn't gonna cry over something so dumb* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas pokes the sand a bit before unwillingly breaking into tears Mary Jefferson : *Mary felt tears stinging behind her eyes* don't cry don't cry. Don't cry. D O N T C R Y *she brought the blankets closer to her face thinking it would help the sobs escaping from her lips and the tears pooling in her eyes* ...ugh... *she wiped her eyes every now and then, wrapping the blankets around her self tighter, mutter uNPOLITE things under her breath, making her cry harder* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Just a three year old crying under a tree. That's normal. Mary Jefferson : *Mary ripped the blankets off herself. She wanted to stop feeling, she wanted to stop crying, but she knew she couldn't. So she wanted to stop caring about Thomas. She looked everywhere. She couldn't find pictures or paintings anywhere. She entered her fathers room. She violently opened up a drawer in his dresser, and there it was. There were few pictures with Martha in there, there were more with Thomas and Mary, looking happy- which made Mary cry more, there was one, with Thomas and Martha holding Mary. Mary shakily grabbed it and held it to he chest. She envied her happy smile, her fathers gentle eyes and just seeing Martha got Mary emotional. She threw to picture back in the drawer* it doesn't matter anymore... Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas felt alone. His children are either dead or moved away. His daughter hates him. His wife is dead. He cuddled into his coat. It started to rain. He sighs wondering how else it would get worse. He cried more Mary Jefferson : *Mary heard the rain dripping and thunder roaring. She wondered where her father was and wether he was safe or not. He could be alone...cold...freezing...or dying. Mary hated her brain for making her think of her life without him. She covered her face in the pillow and let out sobs and shrieks not caring about who heard.* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas got up and went to the only person he had left. Madison. He knocked the door, being greeted by James. He explained what happened to him, feeling sick. Mary Jefferson : *James was concerned when Thomas came knocking, his face tear stained. Thomas began to explain his heart shattering problem and James met him in* A-are you gonna be ok? Will Mary be ok? Mary Jefferson : *let Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "I feel horrible. Mary hates me so much." Thomas cried collapsing onto his knees "I am a horrible father " Mary Jefferson : *James hugged Thomas no matter how gay it was* Thomas, relax, just try to find peace. I'm sure Mary'll get over it. It happens, and that doesn't make you a horrible father. How could you? She six and has the dream of running for president. That's pretty impressive. Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "I still feel like it. She kicked me out of my own house, James! All of my children hate me!" Thomas hugged back "I miss my wife, I miss my daughters. But they're all just gone!" Mary Jefferson : Shh, I don't think Mary hates you. I think she loves you, and misses you more than you think. People make mistakes and they get angry. I bet you, before tomorrow morning, she'll coming knocking at that door so she can see you. Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Do you think so..?" Thomas looks up at James, wiping his tears Mary Jefferson : I'm positive. *But Mary never came knocking. She was on the complete other side of the city. She ended up pounding at the Burr's door, falling too the ground crying, while hugging a confused six year old Theodosia. When Theo called for her father, he was ready to kill Mary for even looking at Theo, but once she explained her situation, she was comforted. But it didn't feel right. She was being comforted by the wrong father.* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas looks at James tearing up again "she didn't come. She hates me...." Thomas refuses to sleep. Mary Jefferson : *James felt terrible for telling all that to Thomas.* N-no...Im...I'm gonna go look for her, make she's not dea- *he took a deep breath in* I'm going to try to find her and make sure she's safe and I'll bring her back here. Ok? You, n e e d to lay down and rest. Got it? Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "I'm not tired. I just want to see my daughter..." Thomas looks down as tears runs down his face Mary Jefferson : *James exhaled* I'm gonna make sure you see her, just stay here, and don't do anything without thinking about it. I'll be back before sundown. *and James left.* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas sat down on the couch just crying. Missing his daughter and feeling guilty Mary Jefferson : I...*Mary's head titled backwards, and little Theo gave her a hug and Aaron Burr felt devastated, but couldn't imagine how Thomas felt. He looked at his own daughter and felt his heart clench* I- I don't know what to do anymore! I feel like a monster- a-an-and *Mary broke out into sobs* he looked so hurt and j-jus-st...He just ran out! *Burr couldn't here this story. Mary sounded terrible and her horrified expressions were painful to him the longer he thought about the situation* I'm...gonna go look for him. *Mary thanked the Burrs and headed out the door. She felt petrified and so much more scared of the world than she used to be. She could barley walk from her shaketh legs, and she felt like she was about to throw up. She walked to Mr. Madison's house. Tears coated her cheeks and she hoped James had any idea about where her father was. She took a deep breath. She knocked.* h-hello? Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas hears Mary. He looked at the door and looked away, assuming he's hearing things from the lack of sleep and not eating. He figured that Mary was never going to come. Mary Jefferson : *More sobs escaped from her* please... please be home? *she knocked harder and banged her head on the door. It hurt, but it couldn't compare to the shatters her heart was in.* Please! I want my dad back... *her hand continuously slapped the wooden door* I need my dad back! Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas got off from the couch and opened the door. He sees Mary and tears up and cried from joy and relief. "M-Mary!" Mary Jefferson : Mary felt nauseous and her knees couldn't hold her weight anymore. She threw her head back, and fell to the ground letting out a pained sob. She wrapped her arms around her father and hugged him. She grossly balled and sobbed and cried on Thomas' shoulder* I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! *she let in a shaken breath* I know I'm still a child, you were right! *her shoulders were shaking* I'm sorry! Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas hugged Mary back "No I'm sorry Mary. I was being a horrible father, I yelled at you. I just want you to be safe. Please don't cry, sweetie. " Thomas gave light smile at Mary "We can buy you a dog tomorrow. And I promise I won't be a horrible father, I'm so so sorry." Mary Jefferson : *Mary hugged Thomas tighter* B-but I don't need a dog! I-I- I just wanna stay with you! I don't wanna leave! I don't want you to leave! I don't...I don't wanna grow up...I wanna stay with you *she started getting the cursed hiccups* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "You have to grow up, Mary. But I promise I'll never leave again. It hurts me to see you cry. " Mary Jefferson : *Mary sniffled and wiped her eyes in attempt to stop the tears from escaping. She didn't know what to say or what to do. So she stayed there. She hugged Thomas and she didn't move.* Can we go home? Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Yes of course we can go home, anything you want " Mary Jefferson : *Mary wished she wasn't this tall. She didn't want to tower her father or 'be older'. She let go of him and smiled* ok, it's getting late either way. *Mary stood up and started walking home with Thomas* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas was still very tired. He ended up passing out half way there. Mary Jefferson : *Mary laughed and picked up her father. He was way lighter than he looked, which made her concerned about what he was eating, but she figured it was the Mac and cheese. Soon, Mary reached home and put Thomas on the couch. She gathered all the blankets she used from earlier and wrapped Thomas in them* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas snuggled into the blankets sleeping soundly Mary Jefferson : *Mary smiled in content before tears came back to haunt her. She was silent, she wasn't sobbing. She looked down at her feet and wiped her tears away with her sleeves. She couldn't tell if everything was just hitting her all so soon or she was just so happy.* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas started having nightmares of people he loves dying and hating him Mary Jefferson : *Mady heard Thomas wipering and saw him twitching. She didn't know if she would wake him up or not, but she decided not to.* Mary Jefferson : *mARY Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas tossed and turned before waking up in tears Mary Jefferson : *Mary winced in surprise at his sudden wake* are you ok...? Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas looks at Mary "I'm fine, you should go to sleep " Mary Jefferson : O-Okay. *Her fingers we're s t i l l twitching* goodnight, love you. *she hugged him before going to her room, like she should've have done days ago* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas looked at the ceiling. Shaking. He doesn't want to lose anyone Mary Jefferson : *Mary rolled her eyes and fixed up the hem on her nightgown, making it as long as it could go, which was to about her knees. She crawled into bed and hugged the sheets close. She feel asleep at some point.* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas went to check on Mary. Happy that she's asleep. He left the house to check if James was safe Mary Jefferson : *James only now realized it was actually dark. So he began trudging back home an his swollen feet. He couldn't find Mary. He wouldn't know what to tell Thomas* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas sees James and ran to him "James I found Mary, she's safe. You should go to sleep " Mary Jefferson : *James let a sigh of relief and it felt like many bricks were taken off his shoulders* I'm not sleeping till you tell me e v e r y t h i n g Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Mary came to the house crying so I talked to her. She still cares but right now she's sleeping and so should you " Mary Jefferson : *James wasn't s a t i s f i e d but he could take it* Hmm, ok. I'm going home. Good luck with Mary! *James wakes back home, his eyes ready to close* Mary Jefferson : *walks Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas sighs and walked back home. Sitting on the couch not sleeping. He didn't want another nightmare Mary Jefferson : *Mary woke up a few times throught the night, but she went back to sleep right after.* ~~next morning~~ Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas made Mary food. Mary Jefferson : *Mary bounced out of her room, sleep curing her* good morning! Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Morning Mary " Thomas smiles. He didnt sleep all night Mary Jefferson : *Mary had her slippers on and was about to start gliding across the room-* you got sleep right??? Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Of course I did" he lied "I also already ate so it's time for you to eat " Mary Jefferson : *Mary stared at him* well you clearly had a rough night and it looks like you ate these eggs staright from the shell because it sure does look like you just finished making them... Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Dont question it, Mary. Just eat" Thomas gave a smile. He haven't ate and slept at all. Mary Jefferson : *Mary started eating her food* so, *she shoved another fork fill in her mouth* I was walking around, and chemical ice, is a thing Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "It is? What does it do?" Mary Jefferson : It doesn't do much. It's like a stick but ice, and it has some sort of flavor, which matches the color. And it's put in wrapper that is so hard to open you have to raise hell to open it Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas chuckles "I see. Are you planning to get some still?" Mary Jefferson : *shrugs* I don't really know?? It's cool but I mean it's way less than I anticipated Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Oh. Well if you plan to get something just come to me " Mary Jefferson : alrighty, but I plan on living like a hermit the next two days unless something rEALLY interesting happens Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Alright. Do you plan on turning back? Or still run for president " Mary Jefferson : *Mary shifted uncomfortably in her seat* I...I don't know. I don't think I'd be a good president, wAIT maybe I can- NO NO I WANNA TURN BACK if I contradict with myself any further spray me with water or somethin Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "I think you'll be a great president " Mary Jefferson : *Mary shook her head* I don't know...I'm still too young...who would even vote for me, besides you, Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Well I'm sure a lot of people will if they understand what you're going for. " Mary Jefferson : *Mary felt like smacking herself* I guess,,,I'll do it! Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "I'll be there with you when you get elected or not!" Mary Jefferson : I suppose that's reassuring? I'm kinda scared but whatever Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Dont be scared " Mary Jefferson : hOW DO YOU JUST TURN OFF THE SCARED BUTTON ALL MY SYSTEMS ARE NERVOUS Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : "Breathe " Mary Jefferson : um well *breathes* I do that on a daily basis but *iNTENSIFIES BREATHING* Turned into a 3yr old Thomas Jefferson wearing oversized clothes : Thomas pats Mary's back "you'll be fine " Mary Jefferson : *grumbles* ok...so, who's my competition? You've left the conversation