#uhh yeah im gonna go ahead and tag this with

[headaching]

we don’t talk about spirals enough (the shape not the mental breakdown. although—)

[agere-agender]

15 questions, 15 tags

ty for the tag @shipsgaysfordays

nickname : my friend a while back, when i was going as charlie, started calling me charles III so yeah. that stuck

height- uhh i dont know around like 5'2-5'3?

last thing i googled- infp memes, because one of my theatre show groupchats were spamming personality memes so.. yeah

song stuck in head currently- rotten to the core from descendants ONLY because i just finished the musical at my school

number of followers- 12, which im okay with i guess

amount of sleep- not enough.

dream job - therapist, teacher, author, bookstore employee, backstage worker at a theatre production

wearing- a t shirt and pants

movie/book that summarizes me- honestly i dont know, i have nothing that i really relate too, harry potter doesnt really describe me... i mean i have some like drawing notebooks maybe does that count?

favorite song currently- you're on your own kid by taylor swift

aesthetic- i do NOT know. i swear like i have no idea. i would have to say lying in bed but like no at the same time

favorite authors- Adam Silvera, Aiden Thomas, wattpad authors(pengiwen- the author of a marauders series on wp

random fact- not a fact about the world but about me yes, yesterday during my shows strike me and two other people were sweeping- there was another person who was the dustpan person. we called each other sir and said we were working as the mcdonalds warriors.

im not gonna pressure anyone but if yall want to go ahead <3

@cryptidcontraband @mha-quotes-and-such @thisonegay @jfleamont @just-another-bisexual96 @lgbtq-aestheticss @demidreamer @louisbumpenguin @fymyheroacademia @wrongmha @gengi20 and anyone else who wants too

[these-posts-arent-real]

warrior cats dash sim anyone?

#no canon characters #sorray guys thats too much #im just gonna do some made up dudes

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🔲 yourfave-tunnel-guy-deactivat

Guys I hate tunnellers. Lmao.

🌱 dirtdigger-23 Follow

By StarClan, I hate this mindset. Tunnellers are such an underappreciated part of WindClan society. Just because we don't do as much running or typical hunting doesn't make us less valuable than you. Op and cats like him are so stupid.

🌻 l1llyst3m Follow

Crow-food-worth reading comprehension lmao. It was satire (the url clearly states "tunnel.") Also, her*

🌱 dirtdigger-23 Follow

Ok I see where that was probably satire (OP should have made that more clear though) Where are you getting "her" from though lmao. OP's url is "yourfave-tunnel-guy"

🌻 l1llyst3m Follow

I'm getting "her" because I'm OP. This is my new account. I'm trans. Hope this helps.

#i said so in the tags of the last addition #but as i said. crow-food-worth reading comprehension #prev probably didnt even read my tags lmao

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🌾 barncat-vibes Follow

I am goingto fucking kill Jadestar. Lmao.

🌾 barncat-vibes Follow

WRONG BLOG

🐱 berrrrry-o Follow

Clanblr user barncat-vibes is from rc confirmed??

🏞 trouttail-prefers-bass Follow

Haha I already knew that, I'm mutuals with them on their main, plus we're IRL friends. Forgot that wasn't common knowledge.

🐱 berrrrry-o Follow

tbh I always assumed they were wc since thats the clan closest 2 the barns...

🪵 i-eat-moss Follow

Uh sorry ar ewe just glossing over how @barncat-vibes and @trouttail-prefers-bass are IRLS???!!!!?

#mutuals i can understand since they have the same ideas on like #social justice stuff... they both post trans stuff sometimes #but #IRLS? #SOMEONE is fucking with me #i met trouttail once at a gathering #nice dude #suuuper weird to imagine him knowing barncat-vibes

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🌅 kit-names-inspo Follow

I've decided to make a full post on this, since I've noticed this issue a lot lately. So let me make this clear:

I am NOT comfortable with "transgender" cats using my name suggestions to pick out new names. The service I provide is to help queens who have or are having kits, not confused males who think they're mollies.

STOP using my blog for your delusions.

🌅 kit-names-inspo Follow

Go ahead and unfollow me. I didn't want you 200 transgenders on my blog anyway.

🛤 carnation-stem-02 Follow

Anyone else find it funny how after this post OP lost 200+ followers? Anyone?

Anyway for a better source of names for trans mollies, toms & enbies, @name-lists-by-theme has much better names, sorted much more cleanly, AND she's not a transphobe.

#trans #fuck transphobia #fuck transphobes #fuck terfs #<- kit-names-inspo is a self-proclaimed radfem&terf btw

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🔁 🐍xviper-the-fagx reblogged

🤍 snwtl Follow

I can't believe we're being told to "normalize" cats becoming kittypets now. Do you have any idea how many cats would just abandon their families if it became socially acceptable to run off and live with the twolegs???

🍲 ex-thundrclan-kipper Follow

Honestly (as someone who left the Clans because I had a mate in the twolegplace), I haven't seen this to be as true as you're saying. I've seen one cat who "abandoned" his family to become a kittypet, if you count his abusive ex-partner, but for the most part, the cats we leave behind are understanding and okay with the fact that we have to move on. I wasn't meant for warrior life, and I left it, and I'm happier for it.

🤍 snwtl Follow

The fact that you would even imply it's okay to abandon your family for a life as a kittypet only serves to prove my point. You make me sick.

🪺 robbbinpaw Follow

Crow-food-worth reading comprehension

#yeah #snwtl (snowtail i think?) needs to use their eyes lmao #starclan this place gets on my last nerve #thinking of taking a break from clanblr because of shit like this

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🌱 dirtdigger-23 Follow

Uhh... where am I. My dash looks weird...

[alouispo]

okay so heres my opinion on the whole doomsday thing

[Uh, okay so i realized i might have made a mistake on my tagging and my wording on this post? I promise i dont wanna spread hate to any of the cc’s or put hate into the community that doesnt need to be there. i uhh, im not too good when it comes to tagging so im going to remove the tags and hope that its all cleared up. sorry about that everyone, and thank you to the nice person that mentioned to me how i should fix it. <3] [Note: Don’t really take this too seriously, just me talking about my opinion on the whole thing and I don’t wanna make anyone mad okay ;-;] 

You see, I keep getting people talking about how Tommy was the bad person in all of this thing (if you couldn’t tell by now I’m a Tommy apologist haha). That Tommy was in the wrong for betraying Technoblade and that he had it coming- 

That right there my friend, is not completely true. 

Techno had also betrayed Tommy in a similar way. Sure, Tommy had done it first technically but then he went ahead and teamed up with the person who had practically manipulated everyone on the server to hate Tommy in the first place. So, they both betrayed each other. Both of them are in the wrong and both of them are in the right, and you can’t tell me otherwise- 

BUT- here is my problem. 

Doomsday, is my problem. 

Technoblade, Philza, and Dream decided that they were gonna completely destroy L’manburg for good, yeah? But Techno and Phil didn’t have any reason to other than: “They tried to execute me and I don’t like that.” There was no reason to destroy it again after L’manburg tried to get even with Technoblade because he helped destroy it the first time. He literally could have just left it at that and everything would have been fine but nope! They destroyed it again. 

Dream is different though, he had been trying to destroy L’manburg from the beginning when it started in the first place. He had an actual reason to, since it’s technically his kingdom and L’manburg was in intrusion so that was coming from the start. 

NOW PHILZA MINECRAFT- 

See, this man didn’t have a good reason to destroy L’manburg other than the fact that they tried -and failed- to execute Technoblade and Phil was put under house arrest that I am very sure he could have escaped easily. Philza didn’t really care for L’manburg even though it was a government; only reason he cared cause Techno was against it. 

Now it pisses me off a bit because he destroyed the last memory that Tommy had of the real Wilbur; before he went insane. Not just L’manburg itself but the camarvan too, along with New L’manburg too that had everyone’s belongings and homes. THEN, when Ghostbur says that Phil knew that everyone’s belongings was in there, Phil has the audacity to say that he’ll learn someday. 

WHAT? What do you mean Philza Minecraft, how fucking dare you say that-

Sorry getting a bit excited to talk about this and I didn’t want to make the post too long- [Again, don’t take this too seriously just me talking about this. Might make another one on this in the future]

[set-phasers-to-whump]

harder than a bullet could hit you

fandom: roswell new mexico

whumpee: kyle valenti

uhh idk what this is really but im rewatching the series and im always gonna be upset that there’s zero aftermath of kyle getting shot!!! like just bc you have a vest does not mean ur magically okay (especially emotionally !) so yeah heres this, the title is from river by bishop briggs. (@deepwoundsandfadedscars i know this isnt the fic i said i would write but i thought id tag you, lmk if it sucks lol)

He wasn’t expecting to see Kyle Valenti here-at least, not sitting in a chair in the hospital reception area, staring blankly ahead, looking off in a way Alex thinks looks very odd on him. 

“Hey, Valenti,” he says, walking to the front desk. He sighs. “I’m here for Jesse Manes? They said he was in some sort of coma.”

The woman behind the desk nods, gives him a room number, and pats his arm in a sorry-about-your-dad kind of way that would be nice if it were anyone else’s dad. He smiles tightly, and heads off to find the room.

He doesn’t realize until he’s standing in the doorway that Kyle hadn’t said hello back to him, which shouldn’t be a big deal...he’d give it more thought, maybe, but right now, here is Jesse fucking Manes, in a coma and for once rendered completely harmless. It’s what he deserves, Alex thinks. Better than what he deserves, really. But what had happened? His father was certainly not the type of person to slip quietly into a coma. 

He leans against the doorframe, staring daggers at the unconscious form on the bed. His father had the nerve to come back from Niger (probably because of a certain incident which Alex would rather not think about at the moment) and then promptly fall into a coma before Alex could even threaten him with...something, anything to keep him away. 

He stews in his thoughts for several minutes before someone taps his shoulder. He jumps slightly, spinning quickly around. 

A nurse smiles apologetically at him. “Sorry about that,” he says. “Alex Manes, right?”

Alex nods. “Do you know what happened to him?” he asks, gesturing into his father’s room.

“Not exactly,” the nurse says. “Dr. Valenti brought him in maybe half an hour ago, said they were working on a project together and he just collapsed.”

Alex nods again, and thanks the nurse, who tells him that as soon as they know more, Alex will be the first to know. Alex doesn’t bother to tell him that he really couldn’t care less. 

He makes his way back to the hospital reception, thinking less of his father and more of Kyle. Questions like, Why is he still here? and Did they get into a fight? swirl around in his head as he emerges back into the room. 

Kyle is still there, still staring off into nothing, a blank look on his face. Hesitantly, Alex approaches him. “Hey,” he says, tapping Kyle lightly on the shoulder. “You good? I heard you brought my father in.”

Kyle doesn’t say anything, just takes a sharp breath in, then winces. Alex frowns. “Kyle,” he says, more insistently. “Did something happen?”

And Kyle runs. Shoots up from his chair and bolts out the hospital doors. Alex stumbles backward in surprise, staring ahead out the doors for a second in disbelief. Something is wrong, he thinks, and he’s just about to follow Kyle outside when there’s yet another tap on his shoulder.

He whirls around. “What,” he says, sounding more irritated than he had intended to. 

It’s the same nurse from before, who gives him that same apologetic grin. “Sorry again,” he says. “I just thought I’d let you know we’re going to be moving your dad to a new room tonight, if you want to come and visit him again.”

“Yeah,” Alex says distractedly, craning his neck to see if he can spot Kyle somewhere outside. He accepts the card the nurse gives him with his father’s new room number on it and says a terse goodbye. He doubts he’ll be doing much visiting.

Alex heads outside, hoping to catch Kyle, if he’s still here. Something is most definitely wrong with him, and considering everything they’ve been involved in lately, he’s sure it’s going to end up involving him too, at some point. Better to learn about it now than later, he reasons. Plus, he can’t shake the feeling that this has something to do with his father, which is never a good feeling to have.

He’s in luck-he’s no sooner left the hospital reception area than he sees Kyle-or rather, the back of Kyle. He’s hunched over a trash can, clearly having just been sick, and Alex sees his hands shaking where they grip the edges of the can. He stands there for a second, unsure of what to do. 

Kyle abruptly pushes himself away from the trash can, walking backwards until his back presses against a pillar. He sinks to the ground and runs a hand down his face. Alex clears his throat, and finally, Kyle looks at him.

“Hi,” he says, his voice scratchy. He lets out a shuddery exhale, and Alex, without particularly thinking, sinks down slowly next to him. 

This close, he can feel that Kyle is shaking, and it scares him a little. Kyle is steady and strong, and this is extremely unlike him. He tries his question again-“what’s wrong?”-but Kyle just shakes his head. 

Alex sighs, unsure of what to do. He can’t just leave Kyle here-he’s in no condition to drive, and he doesn’t seem like he has any intention of moving, anyway. But can Alex just...make him leave? They aren’t that close, not yet, not anymore...but Kyle is, if not a friend exactly, then an ally, and you don’t leave an ally behind. Especially if he may be in some serious trouble. (With Jesse Manes involved, it’s always serious trouble). 

Alex stands up, pushing against the pillar for balance. Once he’s on his feet, he extends a hand to Kyle, who looks at it, then at him, blankly. 

“Come on,” Alex says. “I won’t ask what happened,” not right now, anyway, he thinks, “but you can’t just stay here and I’m not gonna let you drive like this.”

Kyle nods, finally, takes a deep breath which he aborts halfway through, and takes Alex’s hand. 

They drive in silence for a while, Alex absentmindedly tapping his thumbs on the steering wheel, fighting the urge to turn the radio on, so there’s at least something. Beside him, Kyle is uncharacteristically quiet, hands in his lap, staring out the window like he wants to melt the buildings of Roswell with his brain.

It’s weird.

And then, as Alex makes the turn onto the road that leads to the cabin, Kyle...well, he doesn’t say anything, but he makes a noise, anyway, one which sounds panicked and afraid.

Alex glances over at his passenger, who is now trying frantically to remove his shirt, but his hands are shaking too much to undo the buttons. He reaches a hand out, moving Kyle’s hands away from his shirt. 

“You’re fine,” he says, keeping his voice quiet and calm. “It’s okay.” He doesn’t know what else to say, doesn’t know what’s got Kyle like this, but he’s growing more and more sure that it has something to do with Jesse Manes.

His vague words of reassurance do the job, mercifully, and Kyle’s hands return to his lap. Alex can practically feel the stress rolling off of him, and he hates it, without really knowing why. He drives a little faster.

Eventually, they make it to Alex’s cabin. Kyle practically falls out of the car, and Alex has to nearly drag him up to the door. Once they get inside, Alex shrugs out of his jacket and hangs up his keys, directing Kyle to sit on the couch but giving him a second to get comfortable. He grabs two glasses of water from the kitchen and returns to the living room, where Kyle is once again trying-and failing-to remove his shirt.

Alex sets down the glasses on the table and sits next to Kyle on the couch. “You need some help there?” he asks, trying to keep the mood light. 

Kyle looks at him, his expression pleading and anything but light. “Alex, please, I can’t…” He fumbles with a button, cursing as his hands refuse to steady enough to keep a hold on it.

“Yeah, I got it,” Alex says gently, unbuttoning Kyle’s shirt. He stops when he feels a familiar material underneath.

“What...Kyle, this is a bulletproof vest…” he stops talking for a minute as the pieces rapidly connect in his mind. “He shot you,” he says finally, hating the fact that he believes this so easily. Shooting civilians...not like this would be the first time his father’s hurt someone he cares about. He shakes himself out of that line of thinking in time to hear Kyle’s whispered, “yeah, he shot me...I was gonna buy a gun, Alex, but I-I couldn’t, I-”

He’s on the verge of hyperventilating, Alex notices. He hesitantly reaches out a hand, places it across the stiff fabric of the vest. “It’s okay, Kyle,” he says, taking a deep breath in the hopes that the doctor will copy it. “Just breathe, okay?”

Kyle takes a breath, wincing. “It hurts,” he mutters. “Like...like someone hit me with a baseball bat. Or, like, a truck.”

Alex nods sympathetically, reaching to undo the straps of the vest. “That pain will most likely be the worst of it. People don’t usually break ribs or anything, not with this kind of vest, and my father’s kind of gun. You’ll probably have a nice bruise for a couple weeks, though.”

Kyle gives him a shaky smile as Alex slides the vest off. “Now who’s the doctor?” he jokes, and Alex half smiles back, glad that Kyle seems to be doing a little better. His smile turns to a grimace as he observes the damage his father has inflicted. Kyle looks down at himself, at the dark bruise forming over his heart. 

“I would have died,” he whispers, shaking his head like he can’t quite believe it. 

“Yeah,” Alex agrees. There’s no point in sugarcoating it-he is fully aware of what his father is capable of, and he’s sorry that Kyle had to learn those capabilities like this, but it’s the truth.

Kyle nods slowly, then looks around. “I can go,” he says at last, not sounding particularly attached to the idea.

Not that Alex would let him, not like this. He tells him as much: “Kyle, there is no way I am going to let you leave when you’ve just been shot, and by my father, no less.”

A thought occurs to him then, and it scares him with how much he hopes it’s not true-maybe Kyle does want to leave, because Jesse Manes shot him, Alex’s father shot him, and-

“You’re sure I won’t be a bother?” Kyle asks, jolting Alex out of that particular line of thinking. He looks so genuinely unsure, like he doesn’t believe Alex wants him to stay, needs him to stay-he needs some kind of stability right now, honestly, and while he never would’ve thought that would come in the form of Kyle Valenti, he’s not going to complain. 

“Of course you won’t, Kyle,” and then, because he has to be sure, “as long as you’re okay staying with the son of your would-be murderer.”

“Hey,” Kyle says, his voice stronger than it had been a second before. “Don’t say that-I mean, you can say the part about him almost murdering me, but it’s not like you chose to be his son. You didn’t make him shoot me. Nothing he does is your fault.” He smiles again, like that will negate the seriousness in his voice. There’s something like fondness on his face, and his hands have stopped shaking, Alex realizes. He doesn’t really know what to do with that, so he simply says, “yeah.” It feels nice to hear that, he manages to admit to himself. He gives Kyle a genuine smile and moves to stand up.

“Where are you going?” Kyle asks, reaching out a hand to stop him.

“I’m gonna grab you some painkillers, maybe get a snack. You want anything?”

Kyle shakes his head, and Alex heads off to gather his items, listening to the sounds of the long-awaited storm rolling in. All the more reason to keep Kyle here, he thinks. 

He heads back to the living room, passing Kyle a bottle of ibuprofen and a hot mug of tea. He watches as Kyle takes the medicine (more pills than Alex would usually take, but Kyle’s a doctor, so Alex trusts that he knows what he’s doing) and wraps his hands around the steaming mug. He shivers a little, and Alex, without thinking, tugs a blanket off the back of the couch and carefully drapes it around Kyle’s shoulders. 

Kyle startles a little at the contact before relaxing into the warmth of the blanket with a light sigh. He stares into his mug of tea pensively for a few moments before he says, “thanks, Alex. For all of this.”

Alex nods, shifting to prop his legs up on the table. “Thanks for stopping my father.”

Kyle shifts uncomfortably. “He’s gonna wake up eventually,” he says. “I didn’t really think about that, I didn’t think-”

“Stop,” Alex cuts him off gently with a hand on his shoulder. “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, he’s out of the picture, and that’s good enough.”

“Okay,” Kyle agrees, leaning back against the couch. He looks exhausted, and rightfully so. Alex reaches for the remote, turning on the TV, as outside the first drops of rain begin to fall. 

“What’re we watching?” Kyle asks, setting down his relatively-untouched mug of tea and curling deeper into the blanket.

“Star Wars, Episode Four,” Alex says, grabbing a second blanket from under the table to drape across his legs. 

“Four? What about the first three?” Kyle asks, sounding legitimately concerned.

“It’s not like that,” Alex replies with a laugh. “This is the first one.”

“What-”

“Shh! It’s starting.”

Kyle raises his right hand in mock surrender. A deep rumble of thunder booms overhead, and he unconsciously leans into Alex, who scoffs slightly but allows it, carefully shifting himself to avoid jostling Kyle’s injury. It’s not quiet, not with the storm raging overhead, but it is peaceful. In the morning, it will not be. In the morning, the damage from tonight’s storm will become apparent, and they will have to begin repairing it, as best as they can. But for now, for just a moment, all is well. 

yeah so here was this brought about by my rewatch,,,,it may suck idk but i simply Had To Write It yknow?

[marvel-redemption-omega]

Of Outlaws and Family

Chapter Six: Off to Saint Denis

A/N: This’ll be the last one for the night! I’m already up past when I should be... Oops. Yay body and mind not bein able to shut down! Anyway...Things get a lil saucy with Scarlet and Arthur. All the jokes, comments, innuendos, etc are wearing down on them. Plus our dear Arthur boah has opened up to our dear Scarlet! More teasing and sweet moments between the dummy duo, everyone sees they’re sweet on the other but them (they refuse to accept the truth). Scarlet drops some insight to James’ father, clearin some stuff up for Arthur. Also features one anxious Momma (Scarlet) who has to deal with her son gone for like three weeks visiting his father. She doesn’t fare too well, someone might die if she doesn’t get him back. Also featuring the aftermath of drunk!Arthur and drunk!Lenny! Some angst? Fluff? Yessir. Next chapter gets real good!

Warnings: Cursing, typical gang violence, drinking, sexual references/innuendos, emotional drunk (Scarlet), violence (Scarlet), threats, character slander

Start here: https://marvel-redemption-omega.tumblr.com/post/620167374619951104/of-outlaws-and-family-chapter-one-new-beginnings

Last Chapter: https://marvel-redemption-omega.tumblr.com/post/620344446321672192/of-outlaws-and-family

Please enjoy! Hearts and repubs are appreciated!

My work is not to be posted elsewhere; I will post it to my AO3 and dA if I so choose.

Word Count: 9,500

Scarlet is in the middle of unsaddling Fancy when James appears beside her. She glances at him and waits for his question; she knows all his antics and she knows he’s waiting to ask her something.

“What? What happened?”

“Nothing happened! I was just- are you going somewhere, Momma?” He asks, shyly looking up at her. She shakes her head and puts the saddle on the hitching post.

“No, I didn’t plan on it. Why? What do you want?” She raises a brow, leaning back on the post, arms crossed over her chest. James smiles and ducks his head, staring at Fancy as he moves from her neck to her side.

“Mister Arthur asked if I wanna go fishin with him. I asked if you could come too an he said to ask if you wanna go,” he sheepishly replies, moving to the other side of Fancy to finish brushing her out.

“He did, did he? Well, you finish up with Fancy here an I’ll go talk to Mr. Morgan,” she says, pushing off the post and heading towards Arthur’s wagon to look for the man in question.

He’s sitting at the table by the food wagon, playing poker with Pearson, Lenny, and Bill. Scarlet scoffs and walks up behind him, leaning over him, her arms on either side of him as she leans down by his ear. The other three stare at her, wondering just what she’s about to do. “What’s this bout you promisin my boy to fish an askin me to tag along?” He shivers subtly as her breath rolls down the side of his neck, her eyes mischievously watching his reaction. He gulps and flashes her his cards. She smirks and tucks her chin in a little so her lips are closer to his neck, still whispering. “When ya plan on takin us?”

“Ahh hell, I’ll go all in,” Arthur pushes his chips to the middle, cards in his left hand. Pearson and Bill go all in too, Lenny opting to fold. The cards on the table are: King of Hearts, Queen of Clubs, and Ten of Diamonds.

“Go ahead and show ‘em,” Pearson says as he lays down his two cards; the ace of spades and Jack of Spades. Bill curses as he shows his hand; the King of Spades and King of Clubs. Arthur laughs as he lays his cards down face-up; the Queen of Hearts and the Ten of Spades. Scarlet snorts a laugh as she leans close to him again.

“Did you really just lose that hand?” She whispers and watches as Pearson takes the pot. Bill grumbles but buys back in, Lenny joining the new game.

“Maybe I’s tryna lose so I can leave with you; the best way to do that by goin all in an losin it all,” he replies, leaning back to mumble into her neck as she’s been doing to him. She startles back, a squeak leaving her lips as his stubble tickles her neck,

“Jaysus! Will you two get tagether or knock it off a’ready?” Sean calls to the duo. Arthur and Scarlet look at each other before looking over to Sean, both grinning.

“Why, whatever do you mean, Sean? I’m just bein myself with him, like I am witchu an the rest of this fine gang,” she feigns innocence as she pushes back from Arthur, nodding to the horses as she waves bye to the group of men.

Scarlet helps James onto Shamrock’s saddle, untying him from the hitching post. Kieran and Sadie are both brushing the horses, they’re currently working on Branwen and the blood bay. Scarlet lets James holds the reins as she glances at them, chewing the inside of her cheek a moment as she and James wait for Arthur. She steps over to them, knowing Shamrock wouldn’t go anywhere with only James on his back.

“Hey, Sadie. How bout you look after that one for me? I’ve got three already an you ain’t got one. Give him a good name; I know you’ll take good care of ‘im,” she offers, smiling at her friend. Sadie’s hand freezes, her eyes quickly darting to meet Scarlet’s gaze.

“You sure? I know you broke him an all. He’s a good horse, rides well an likes to run. He’s got a good spirit,” Sadie comments as the stallion nickers at her praise. She pets his neck, then his side.

“Yeah. We can go get you a saddle when I come back. I guess Arthur promised this one a fishin trip when we were in Rhodes once we got back. An since we’re back, I reckon Arthur is makin good on his promise,” she explains, gesturing to her son. Sadie blinks at her, a smirk slowly spreading on her face. “I know that look, Sadie Adler. Nothing’s goin on.”

“Why do you two keep dancin round one another? It’s not like James scares him off, that much is obvious. He wouldn’t’ve agreed to go with you to the rodeo if that were the case. Or stay in your room as I’ve heard?” Kieran pipes up, not bothering to look up from his horse. Scarlet’s cheeks tinge pink at his words, shaking her head.

“Nothin happened. We talked’s’all. Then he went back to his tent,” she huffs, crossing her arms over her chest as she feels the heat of embarrassment creep up her neck and down to her chest.

“I’m sure that’s all that happened, only cause James was there,” Sadie sasses and scratches the blood bay’s neck. “I think I’m gonna name him Buckeye.”

“Buckeye?” Scarlet reaches out to the stallion as he tosses his head. “You like that boy? You look like a Buckeye,” she coos. He paws the ground and stretches his neck to nuzzle each female, earning laughs from them. “Good boy.”

“Thank you, Scarlet. I’ll take good care of him,” Sadie promises as she puts the brush down. Scarlet nods and heads back to Shamrock, pulling herself up behind James.

“I know you will. He’s a good horse for you,” she waves as Arthur rides Smoke over to them. They start to walk out of camp, both stallions nickering to each other.

“Ma?”

“Yes, James?”

“Can I ride with Arthur? Please?”

Both adults look at each other and Scarlet shrugs at Arthur, tilting her head in question for an answer. He nods and holds an arm out to them. Shamrock and Smoke move a little closer, Scarlet having Shamrock speed up just a hair to make it easier for Arthur to grab James and pull him over to Smoke. James pushes to a half crouched position on the saddle and half jumps and is half pulled by Arthur over to Smoke’s saddle where he gets situated with Arthur.

“Better?”

“Yes. Thank you!” The boy cheers, leaning up to pet Smoke. “Good boy, Smoke.”

Arthur smiles down at the boy, memories of taking Isaac fishing flashing threw his mind. He swallows back the lump in his throat and clears it, coughing into his elbow.

“You good, Arthur?” Scarlet asks, brushing her boot against his, her feet out of the stirrups. He smiles small at her and nods.

“Yeah. Yeah, uhh, just rememb’rin…” he trails off, casting his glance to the path. Scarlet immediately nods in understanding, reaching over and gently grabbing his leg, squeezing.

“It’s alright. I understand. Let’s just go fish?” She suggests and let’s go of him. He swears there’s fire in her touch, missing the warmth her hand brought, even through his jeans. He knocks his knee into hers, grinning at her. She raises a brow.

“Hey, James, wanna race your Ma?”

“Yeah!”

“Hey! Wait! No-” Scarlet yells as Arthur kicks Smoke and the blue-ish gray thoroughbred takes off down the dirt path. “Fuck me. Shamrock, hyah!” She kicks the golden chestnut stallion and he whinnies, running after Smoke.

Shamrock rounds the bend and sees Smoke; he neighs and picks up his pace as Scarlet shifts her feet and gives him the reins to move. They catch up quick and Shamrock matches Smoke’s pace, ears flicking about.

“That was a cheap shot,” she yells to Arthur. Both he and James are laughing, James holding tight to the horn with one hand, the other in Smoke’s mane as he posts.

“You’re just mad we won, Ma!” James laughs, Smoke tosses his head and nickers as well.

“Great, even the horse is mocking me,” she sourly pouts, rubbing down Shamrock’s neck. “You’d never laugh at me, woulda ya boy?” Shamrock shakes his head no and nickers at her as he slows to a trot, Smoke following his lead.

“Aww come now, we’re laughin with ya, not at ya,” Arthur soothes. They slow to a walk when Arthur points out the fishing spot in the river. Scarlet slides from the saddle and walks over to the river. She hums and walks the bank, Shamrock following behind her before venturing out a little to wade in the water. She hears Smoke’s shoes on the gravel and watches as his shadow casts over her. “Aww come now, Darlin’, you ain’t mad is you?”

She ignores his call, seeing James drop from Smoke and Arthur follows soon after, letting his horse roam like Shamrock. She feels him before she sees him, his arms are around her torso and he pulls her back to him, breath on her neck.

“I don’t much like bein ignored, Little Lady,” he mumbles against her neck, gently dragging his fine scruff on his chin down her neck. She giggles and squirms in his grasp, her boots kicking up gravel.

“An I don’t listen to you...Mister Morgan.” She gasps as she turns in his arms, staring into his blue-green eyes. She’s left speechless for a moment, mouth slightly agape, lost in his eyes. He smiles and holds her close, tilting his head as they slowly lean into each other.

“Ma!” James calls, startling the two from their trance. They clear their throats and step away from one another, Scarlet meeting James farther inland of the river.

“What is it, Baby?”

“I forgot my pole,” he whines. Scarlet smiles and whistles for Shamrock. She pulls her pole from the saddlebag and hands it to him with some bait.

“Here. Use mine but be careful when baiting it, alright?”

“Thanks, Momma!” He smiles giddily as he takes the pole and bait over to the water, setting it up.

“He’s sure somethin, ain’t he?”

“Yeah...he’s not much like his father. Sometimes in personality, but mainly it’s just his charm that James inherited. Thankfully,” she admits and turns to Arthur, arms crossed like she’s uncomfortable with the subject. He steps closer, his hands rubbing from her elbows up to her shoulders.

“Wanna talk bout it?” He asks, voice quiet as he watches her facial expression. She glances at James then back to Arthur, nodding slightly.

“James… like I said before when I first got here…I still talk to his Pa, but we ain’t together. It won’t ever work out. He lets his family sway his actions an decisions; make him believe that they’re always right,” Scarlet sighs, turning to face her son. “He couldn’t even tell’em he was havin a son, or wouldn’t. Probably both. He always makes somethin up. We fought once, a couple years back. Real nasty. James was six or seven. He said he wanted James to live with him. I asked if his parents finally knew bout us an he said no; he planned to get a place an have James livin with him, leavin me to my own devices.

“I told him if he wanted James round more, he could live with us, not worry bout buyin a place cause I already had a small homestead. He told me he wouldn’t live with me even if it meant James was round all the time. Said he wanted James to live with him an him alone, he could visit me. I told him that would never happen; he could live with me an our son or he could stay livin with his family an see his son on occasion or not at all.

“He chose his family over his own son. So I allow him to spend time with James but when James wants to come home, he sends me a letter if I’m not there with him. Jessie still hasn’t told his family bout James. It’s been that way for years now; nine years actually. We can get along just fine when James is with us, but if it’s just me an him? We start arguin. There’s...we used to be real sweet on one another…but that just didn’t work out. He got over us, honestly round bout the time I found I’s pregnant,” she sighs, turning back to Arthur. Her nose burns as tears prick at the corner of her eyes. She covers her mouth as a small whine of frustration leaves her, her hands shaking slightly.

“Hey hey! Easy, whoa, Scarlet,” Arthur hushes her, pulling her to his chest. She clutches his shirt tight, burying her face in his chest, sobs wracking her body. Arthur holds her as she cries, rubbing up and down her back, occasionally rubbing circles on her shoulders. She eventually pulls back, thanking him as they sit on some big rocks on the bank, watching James catch Bluegill and small Rock Bass.

The next few days are a whirlwind for Scarlet; everything settling when she takes a trip to town with James, finding she has a letter from Jessie, asking to see James. She heads back to camp to pack a bag for him and heads off to Valentine’s train station on Shasta, waving goodbye to camp as they ride out.

She drops James off once she’s sure his father has him, she rides the train back to Valentine. Scarlet doesn’t remember falling asleep, but she wakes up lying on the train bench seat. It’s cold, so she pulls her jacket around her as she gets up and moves towards the exit. The conductor tips his hat to her as she steps onto the platform and makes her way into the small town, intent on getting a beer or something to help warm her up. 

It’s early morning from what she can tell, probably too early to be drinking for most but she doesn’t care what anyone else thinks. She needs it after the confrontation with Jessie, asking if James could come live with him for awhile. Luckily James had told him he didn’t want to leave Scarlet and be away from his friend Jack. Thankfully Jessie just thought they were new neighbors and didn’t ask too much about it, instead trying to tell James how many more friends he could have in Saint Denis. James wanted nothing to do with it, much to Scarlet’s delighted amusement.

She glances at the saloon then to the hotel, biting her lip. She opts for the hotel at least for a bath and change of clothes from her bag even if they don’t have a room available. She’s in luck as the man tells her there is one room left. He lets her know he’ll have someone start a bath for her if she wishes to put her things in the room; she accepts and heads upstairs to check out the room. She tosses the bag in the chest at the foot of the bed after searching for her night gown and outfit for later. Once she’s settled, she heads back downstairs to the bath room.

“Did you hear about the two boys the Sheriff picked up?”

“I heard bout two drunken idiots, why?”

“I hear they’re both in jail right now.”

“Wait, you talkin bout that little black boy that was with that gruff lookin buffoon?”

Scarlet is just heading out of the hotel when she overhears a few townsfolk gossiping. She heads towards them with interest. She approaches the four men who are leaning on the general store railing.

“What was that yous fellers heard bout some big, dumb cowboy and his friend?”

“Why? You shouldn’t associate yourself with the likes of them...derelicts, Ma’am,” one of them suggests, all standing a little straighter.

“Well, unfortunately, I believe those two idiots belong to me,” she sighs heavily and nods to them. “You said they were in the cells down at the Sheriff’s?”

“Uhh, yes that’s right. They got picked up earlier this morning for disturbing the peace,” another replies and gestures to the sheriff’s office just down the road.

“Thank ya kindly, gentlemen,” she smiles and stalks down across the wooden walkway from the store to the sheriff’s office, recognizing Maggie and Smoke grazing by the gun store. She knocks gently before pushing the door open and shaking her head at the sight of Lenny and Arthur in the cells. They don’t notice her.

“Yeah, well….I don’t remember,” Arthur grumbles the last half under his breath, walking away from the bars.

“Sir? How much for idiot one and two in those cells there?” Scarlet asks, startling the three men. Lenny calls her name, smiling bright as he recognizes her. Arthur also says her name, though it’s a lot quieter.

“Oh, uh, well, ten dollars to get them released into your custody,” the sheriff offers, giving a final glare to the two men and tipping his hat to Scarlet. She nods and thanks him, handing over the money. The sheriff gestures to the cell doors and hands her the keys.

“You know, I should let the two of you rot in here for awhile. Ya wanna tell me exactly what happened while I was gone? I can’t believe it, I leave for two days and y’all go an get yourselves so drunk you don’t remember nothin,” she rambles as she stands in front of Arthur, the bars separating them. She sighs and goes to unlock both of their cells, letting them out. “Thank you, Sheriff. I’ll get these two boys home. I’m sorry for any trouble they mighta caused last night an this mornin,” she apologizes and shoves them both towards the door when they try to stop and turn to her.

Scarlet whistles and Smoke lifts his head, neighing happily when he sees her, nudging Maggie as he passes her to meet them. He nuzzles Scarlet’s chest, snorting and pawing the ground excitedly as he puts his head over her shoulder and tucks his chin to her back in a hug. She laughs and pats his neck, cooing to him. Maggie joins in, nuzzling Scarlet and nickering thankfully to her.

“Oh, so you listen to her,” Arthur scoffs playfully at his horse. Smoke flattens his ears for a moment before tossing his head in a yes answer. Maggie joins him, pawing the ground.

“Well, come on. I told him I’d get y’all home, so best to do it. Let’s get goin,” she grabs Maggie’s reins and ties them to Smoke’s saddle horn, gesturing for Lenny to climb on. He does so without protest. She waits for Arthur to climb up before she pulls herself into the saddle in front of him, taking the reins from Arthur.

“Hey, I can steer,” he argues.

“Yeah? And you can go enjoy that cell too if you’d like,” she snips at him, turning to look over her shoulder at him. He shuts his mouth and wraps his arms about her waist, opting to keep quiet for now and keep from angering her further. She smirks in victory, shaking her head at him.

She unties Maggie and lets Lenny take her over to the other horses to hitch her, turning Smoke so he’s closer to The Count and Silver Dollar. She goes to climb off but Arthur tightens his grip on her, leaning into her as he holds her hips in place.

“Thank you,” he whispers against her neck.

“For what?” Her breath hitches at the thoughts running through her mind.

“For savin our sorry asses,” he chuckles and presses a kiss to her shoulder, releasing his hold on her. She remains in his lap on the saddle for a moment before silently slipping from Smoke, glancing at him over her shoulder.

“Anytime. I kinda enjoyed saving your sorry ass,” she winks and heads to her wagon.

Arthur watches her around camp. She helps with the chores, even trying her hand at chopping wood, which Charles steps in and shows her how to properly swing the axe so it’ll cut straight through, for the most part. When they’re done, she goes and speaks with Kieran, who’s brushing Old Boy. They talk for a moment before Dutch approaches Arthur.

“You going to go get Micah?” Dutch asks, leaning on Scarlet’s wagon, following Arthur’s line of sight. He’s got his journal out and is either writing or sketching, Dutch isn’t sure which. “Why don’t you just talk to her already? It ain’t like it’s a secret you’re both sweet on one another. Hell, you just had your arms wrapped around her when you walked up this morning.”

“Is not that easy, Dutch. I don’t even think she knows who we really are. I can’t get her involved with us,” Arthur sighs and closes his journal.

“Far as I’m concerned, she’s already involved. Whether you like it or not, I think she’s starting to put down roots with us. And I’m pretty sure she’s got a well enough idea of who we are. Don’t forget, she hates the O’Driscolls too. I’m sure she’s heard about us from any of them she’s had run-ins with,” the man states, clapping Arthur on the shoulder. “Don’t forget to go get Micah.”

“Yeah yeah. I’ll get to it,” Arthur grumbles, getting up from his cot and stashing his journal in his side bag. “Damn Micah, why’s Dutch so worried bout you. I should just let you rot.”

“Hey, Arthur!” Scarlet smiles as he greets her and Kieran, grabbing Smoke’s reins. “Arthur? Somethin wrong? You look upset?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just gotta go get Micah’s dumbass out of jail in Strawberry,” he grouches, sighing when she rests her hand on his shoulder.

“I’m sorry. Want me to come with ya?”

“Nah, s’alright. I will take you back into Valentine if you wanna grab one of your horses from the stables. I know you said you were having the stable hand meet you at the station so you could have Shasta stabled when you left the other day.”

“Sure. Yeah, I’ll ride with you into town,” she agrees, gruntled with his suggestion. He steps into the stirrup and slings his leg over the saddle, holding his hand down to her. “Such a gentleman,” she coos.

“Hm, only for you, just don’t tell nobody. Don’t wanna ruin my reputation as an outlaw,” he jests, pulling her into his lap again.

“Right, cause anyone’s gon’ believe I ‘tamed’ the wild Dutch’s Boy, Arthur,” she scoffs and leans back into him, relaxing as he turns Smoke and gently kicks him.

“Huh, so you know about our past then?”

“Don’t believe everythin you read, Morgan. It’s a bad thing if you do. Papers lie, people do too but not as often as I’ve read,” she explains; he nods behind her. “Besides, you think I wouldn’t have heard of the infamous gang that’s been in a royal blood feud with the O’Driscolls for years? Colm’s dumbass men get caught all the time and loiter around Valentine, drunkenly spewing hate about someone named Dutch and how “Dutch’s Boys” always ruin their fun and such,” she shrugs and tips her head back to look up at him, her hat left with Shasta in the saddle bag.

“Is that so? Well, now that makes me wonder just why you agreed to join us,” he chuckles as she sits up. His laughter dies down quickly at her silence. When she turns in the saddle, straddling him, he startles and stares down at her, blinking. “What are you doing? Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“I agreed because Dutch gave me a chance to live with my son without havin to keep runnin every few weeks; tryna find work, burnin down another home, an a whole buncha other reasons I shouldn’t have to list. I’m here by choice an if I didn’t trust any of y’all, I wouldn’t hesitate to leave here,” she says with conviction, her green eyes meeting Arthur’s blue ringed ones. “And whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with me, Cowboy.”

Scarlet heads back to the camp, a bit disheartened about riding alone. James was with Jessie, his father, out in Saint Denis, and now Arthur was off running errands for Dutch. She lets Shasta turn their slow walk into a gallop as she gets lost in her thoughts on the ride back.

Dutch greets her as she’s tying Shasta’s reins to the hitching post. She tilts her head up at him in silent question as he rests his arm across her shoulders, leading her into the camp. She purses her lips in thought before he stops by the campfire where everyone else is gathering.

“Where’s James? Is he a’right? You’re not plannin on leavin us, are ya’s?” Sean speaks up from the group, eyes sad as he tries to plead with her. Scarlet lets out a laugh and shakes her head, realizing why everybody was now staring at her. Dutch squeezes her shoulders and gently pushes her onto one of the seats.

“Heavens, no! I just took him to go see his Pa who lives way out east in Saint Denis. I took the train instead of ridin, faster with James and his bag. He’ll be back in a few weeks. My Loves, surely you didn’t think you were gettin rid of me that easy?” She turns to Dutch, feigning hurt they actually thought she was running.

“We wasn’t sure. Arthur doesn’t usually leave without you so when we saw you ride back in alone, well we thought maybe y’all had a fight and you came back,” Karen says, tossing a stick into the fire.

“What? No. He was headed to get Micah out of Strawberry’s Jail. Didn’t want me ridin with, but that’s alright. I don’t care too much for Micah anyway,” she explains, watching as nearly everyone visibly relaxes. Jack runs up to her and jumps into her lap; she lets out a surprised grunt, arms wrapping around his back and cradling his legs as he sits on her lap sideways.

“Does that mean you’re stayin with us? With Uncle Arthur? He smiles more when you’re around!” The boy giggles as she tickles him for a moment, squirming in her hold. She nods and rocks the boy, humming for a few minutes, drinking in the relief and love she’s feeling from everyone.

“Yeah, Jack, I’m stayin. You think I’d leave you?” She gasps and lets him crawl from her lap, walking back to Abigail. The mothers share a look and each nod to one another, small smiles exchanged.

Arthur returns the next morning, Micah nowhere to be seen. When Dutch asks, Arthur tells him that he said something about not coming back without a peace offering. He finds Scarlet and Sadie saddling up, the latter finally getting her own saddle and bridle. Buckeye and Shasta playfully nip at each other, Shasta snorting when the thoroughbred nips his mane.

“Look at y’all, gettin along so well!” Sadie praises the duo. The two females were worried that they might fight since neither are gelded, but they quickly bonded and are always seen around the other in camp.

“An we thought they’d kill each other,” Scarlet laughs as she pulls herself into the saddle. “Ready to go hunting?”

“Sure. Can’t say I ain’t done it before, I’m just not that great.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll help ya get to be one of the best,” Scarlet promises as they turn from the hitching posts towards the trees.

“You ladies have room for one more?” Arthur calls after them, walking over from Dutch’s tent. Scarlet looks to Sadie, having said she would spend the day with her.

“Your call, Sade,” she nods and shifts in her saddle. Sadie shakes her head but smiles.

“Not right now, Arthur. This is my time with Scarlet. You’ll have to get in line,” she sasses and kicks Buckeye, galloping into the trees out of camp. Shasta whinnies and prances as Scarlet holds him back.

“Sorry, I promised. You weren’t here. We’ll just be down the way….if we’re not back before sundown,” she reassures the cowboy, waving as she kicks Shasta. The standardbred snorts and follows Buckeye’s path.

The sun’s just starting to set, Scarlet and Sadie aren’t back yet and it has Arthur pacing, all the worst case scenarios running through his mind. Branches crunching under hooves catches his attention. He stops his manic pacing and heads towards the horses, breathing a sigh of relief when he sees Sadie on Buckeye, a buck on the back of her horse. She’s also got two turkeys too. Shasta follows her at a slow walk, a buck on his back too and four rabbits attached to his saddle. He scans the woods for signs of Scarlet, wondering why she wasn’t in the saddle.

“Don’t worry, she’s comin. She dropped another one just before we came back. She was pickin it up, but told me to come on back with what we had,” Sadie startles him as she dismounts, hitching Buckeye to get the animals off him. Shasta snorts and stands beside Buckeye, waiting for the extra weight to be offloaded of him too. Arthur moves to the Buckskin and pulls the buck off him, taking it over to Pearson.

“Scarlet and Sadie brought a good bit of food back,” he states as he drops the golden buck on the table. Pearson gapes at the antlers and nods, getting to work on skinning and cleaning it. Sadie passes him the rabbits from Shasta when he gets back over to her while she grabs the turkeys. They drop them off and head back to Buckeye to get the other buck.

“Hey! Can I get some help? This one’s huge!” Scarlet hollers, heaving a breath as she drags the buck by its back legs. Charles heads over to her as Sadie helps Arthur get her buck.

“Jesus, where did you find this?” Charles asks, helping her pick the large animal up, both of them struggling to carry it even between them. She just laughs.

“Out in the fields! He was with the other two. Told Sadie to use a bow and go for the neck or head since it’s the cleanest and easiest kill. Silent too. Plus now the pelts will be worth even more. Especially if we get the antlers off these three. They’re nice,” she grunts as she drops her end when it slips from her hands. “Fuck, sorry, Charles.”

They manage to get the buck over to Pearson’s wagon; Scarlet lets Arthur and Charles lift the deer onto the table though. Sadie smacks Scarlet on the back, hugging her.

“Thanks for taking me huntin, and teachin me to use the bow,” she thanks and lets the red head go, eyes bright and happy.

“Anytime. You’re a natural. Now there’s no excuse why you can’t leave the camp on your own. You got a horse an can hunt,” Scarlet teases, jumping back when Sadie throws a fake punch.

The three weeks seem to drag on for Scarlet without James. She’s restless and everyone seems to feel it. She’s snapped on almost everyone, threatening Micah and Bill with gelding them with Kieran and Sean’s help. Arthur is Dutch’s last hope to settle her down.

“Abigail, where’s Arthur?” Dutch asks, stopping by her tent. She looks up from the book she’s helping Jack read and tells her son to hold on a minute.

“Susan told him that Mary girl was sniffing for him in Valentine, last I heard. I guess she sent him a letter. I reckon he went to see what she wanted,” she replies, petting Jack’s hair. “Why?”

“Scarlet,” it’s the only thing Dutch has to say. Abigail laughs and shakes her head, waving him off.

“That’s a mother without her child, Dutch. You think she was just gon’ sit and do chores all day everyday? That woman’s more of an outlaw than most men we run across. She’s restless,” she smiles at him.

“I know. That’s the problem! I need Arthur to help calm her. I have a feeling the threat to geld Micah and Bill were serious. She’s been on edge the last week,” he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He points at her, “You see him before I do, you tell him to go take her out to drink or something.”

“Sure,” she easily agrees, though she’s found Scarlet’s new temperament to be a riot.

Scarlet continues with the chores, even going so far as to grab anything of James’ she thinks might need washing. She’s sitting with Tilly, washing the clothes when Mary-Beth and Karen come over and join them. Scarlet glances up, nods and smiles small at them, before going back to scrubbing the shirt in hand.

“Have either of y’all seen Arthur?” Mary-Beth asks, looking up from her notebook. Scarlet pauses and shakes her head. Tilly nods and sets the shirt in her hand off to the side to dry.

“He said he was goin into town. Grimshaw an I heard Mary was sniffin bout for him after hearin someone like him was seen in town. Reckon he went to see her,” Tilly replies and reaches for another shirt.

“He was readin a letter earlier. Maybe it was from her? Who is she anyway?” Scarlet asks, interest piqued at this Mary person. Just who was she, and why was she writing Arthur?

“Oh, just some prominent, rich hussy that Arthur was engaged to awhile back. He wasn’t good enough for her family, or at least not her father. So they split. Why she’s askin for him now is beyond me,” Karen sneers at the thought of her. She makes a face that makes Scarlet chuckle, the first she’s given in the last couple of weeks since James has been gone.

“She kept trying to get Arthur to leave Dutch and the rest of us, saying it was what she deserved if I remember right,” Mary-Beth adds, setting her book aside.

“So what? She’s finally realized that it don’t matter what he does or has done an wants him to come runnin back ta her like some trained puppy?” Scarlet spits, not even trying to mask the jealousy in her tone. The three females look at each other before turning back to her and shrugging.

“Honestly, we don’t like her. She left; broke Arthur’s heart, claimin it was all his fault an sayin he’d never change an she couldn’t deal with that, with this life of his,” Tilly states with a sigh.

“So she left cause she couldn’t or wouldn’t accept him for who an what he was? Sounds like horse shit to me. If you really love someone you don’t try to change them, you build and grow with them. You don’t just drop everythin an run back to someone you left stranded, not unless you want somethin,” Scarlet furrows her brow, curiosity about this mysterious Mary nearly overwhelming her. She sets James’ shirt on the wagon wheel to dry. “Thank you, Ladies. I think I’m gonna go get a bowl of Pearson’s stew,” she excuses herself.

She grabs a bowl and sits at the poker table, propping her feet up, the bowl on her chest. Susan comes over and smacks her boot gently, gesturing for her to sit up as well as asking for her to talk. Scarlet complies and puts her feet down, setting her bowl on the table.

“I heard you know about Mary Gillis,” Susan starts, setting her own bowl on the table, taking the seat to Scarlet’s left. The red head nods.

“Somethin like that.”

“Well, if you wanna know anythin ‘bout her, let me know.”

“Sure. All the others said was that she was engaged to Arthur at one point, but then realized she didn’t want nothin to do with him,” Scarlet offered what little information she had. Sean joins them, sitting to her right, and offers her a bottle of whisky, which she accepts.

“That’s about right. There’s a bit more to it though. Mary Gillis let her little brother, Jaime I think, help pull Arthur in, you know how it goes. Get the kid invested an then usually they’re done for. 

“Anyway, she up an left him without so much as a warnin, sayin she didn’t want to be with him anymore, couldn’t deal with him bein an outlaw. Least that was her excuse. If you ask me, she just wanted a good ride an when she grew bored she ditched him for the next popular breed. Instead of outlaws it was doctors, bankers, the like,” Susan curls her lip at the memory. Scarlet nods along, slipping some oregano into her bowl, offering some to Susan and Sean, who happily take it.

“Honestly sounds like someone I’d fight or shoot. I can’t stand people like that. Especially not after goin through somethin vaguely similar with James’ father, Jessie.

“He was just a ‘drunken mistake’ as Jessie’s referred to him several times when he was younger. A lot younger. We’re not together cause he knows his family don’t like me, cause I’m not an islander who moved to the mainland, like them,” she grounds out, chugging the whisky in anger. Sean gets up and passes her another one, bringing a box to the table.

“I’ll never forget his words to me bout three years ago, he said he’d get James from me, no matter how long it takes. Said he’d make sure that I have little contact with him if I continue to keep the boy from ‘im. I ain’t never kept James from his father. I only take him when one of them asks. Sometimes James doesn’t want to go. Says he hears stories about his grandparents on his Pa’s side but he can’t meet them or his cousins, aunts, uncles….all cause Jessie don’t want them to know bout our child.” Scarlet bites out, popping the top off another bottle of whisky. She downs that one too. Sean is impressed, Susan a little worried.

“He’s a right bastard, ‘e is. Don’t wanna claim his own son cause his family’d be ashamed of ‘im fer havin a kid wit’ the likes-a me! The fockin bastard. I wish I had the heart to tell him he won’t be seein James anymore, but I can’t. I don’t have anythin right now since I burned my last house an joined you lot.

“The funny thing is? Y’all’re more family than Jessie ever was. He likes to sweet talk ya then strike, he knows how to play me an I just fockin let him...every god damned time,” she’s starting to slur, being four bottles of whisky in, and her Irish accent is starting to reveal itself. Susan makes sure she doesn’t drink anything else unless it’s water or coffee.

“Here, c’mon lets get you to bed,” Susan suggests, giving Sean a glare when he goes to offer another bottle of whisky to her. He grins sheepishly and nods, putting the bottles away. It’s only midday but Susan knows Scarlet needs to sober up before Arthur gets back, whenever he plans on it.

Scarlet nods and follows Miss Grimshaw to her wagon. She stops by Arthur’s, hand tracing over his cot. Without a thought, she swipes his pillow and tosses it into the back of her wagon where she climbs in, burrowing under her and James’ blankets. Susan makes sure she’s good before headed back to her stew.

Arthur’s gone for the rest of that day and until noon the following. Scarlet’s taken up holing herself up in the back of her wagon, cloth top up as shelter since her talk with Susan and Sean. She still has Arthur’s pillow hostage, sleeping curled up with it for comfort.

When Arthur steps back into camp, he doesn’t expect the looks a couple of people give him. He raises a brow but makes his way to his wagon, pausing when he sees the missing pillow. Soft humming catches his ear and he follows it to Scarlet’s wagon. She’s humming to herself as she stares at the canvas, lying on her the bedrolls, blankets tucked under her for additional comfort, cuddling Arthur’s pillow. He knocks on the side of the wagon and she flinches slightly at the noise.

“Knock knock,” he says, grabbing hold of the side, pulling himself up. Scarlet shifts over, rolling so her back is to him, pulling his pillow over her head as she lets out a groan. She curls her knees to her chest as she feels him sit behind her, his hand gentle on her elbow. He turns her and raises a brow, searching her green eyes, concern reflecting in his green-flecked blue ones. She blinks up at him, squinting as the afternoon sun filters in. She stretches back out and rubs her eyes, yawning.

“Hmm?” She manages to mumble out as a rough acknowledgment and question to him. He chuckles and shakes his head, leaning back against the side, stretching his legs across the wagon beside her.

“What are you doin in here? I thought you’d be out huntin or fishin or even harassin Bill, somethin. What’s got you mopin ‘bout in here?” He ask quietly.

“Why didn’t you ask me to go with you?” Her voice is soft, cracked, and sounds slightly strained to him. He hovers over her, searching her for any physical bruising and injury until she pushes him back by his chest.

“What? What’s wrong?”

“Why didn’t you marry Mary?” She changes her question, avoiding his eyes as she closes hers, inhaling deeply. Several moments of silence pass between them, Arthur not really sure how to respond.

“You weren’t here. I think you an Kieran went fishin. So I headed to Valentine. It’s been years since we were together, Scarlet. Her letter was askin if I could help her, her brother really. The poor idiot ran off to join those turtle crazed lunatics, the Chelonians. She just wanted my help in bringin him back to her s’all. I had to go find him up in the Cumberland Forest an then chase his dumbass half way back to Valentine. Poor boy was so fed up of his father’s shitty attitude that he wanted to kill himself,” he explains, cupping her cheek and brushing away the stray tear that falls from Scarlet’s eye. “Darlin’,” he sighs, pulling her onto his chest, earning a grunt from her.

“Why didn’t ya marry her, Arthur? she was yer way out. You wouldn’t be here with me if you’da left...You could have had a good life...Why didn’t you leave then?” Her voice is barely a whisper.

“How she holdin up, Arthur?” Sean peeks into the back of the wagon, hands up when she glares at him. He chuckles as Arthur looks between them.

“She’s fine...I think? Am I missing’ somethin here? Did you do somethin to her while I’s gone?” Arthur accuses, starting to get up. He stops when a black boot with silver spurs passes in front of his face and hits Sean in the chest. He hadn’t even felt Scarlet move.

“Oi! Bloody woman! I’s just tryna see if you’s a’right after drinkin damn near five bottles a Whisky. Jaysus,” Sean curses under his breath as he walks away after putting the boot on the back of the wagon. She curls back up against Arthur, head on his chest with her eyes closed as he strokes her back.

“You’re hungover,” it’s not a question, but a statement. It’s making a bit more sense to Arthur now. He shakes his head and presses a kiss to her hair. “Is this why you don’t drink with us? I know you had a beer at the rodeo, but that’s all you had. I remember you distinctly turning down more, from Sean specifically.”

He’s not expecting an answer, not really. He’s just rambling to himself, hoping his voice is soothing and not adding to her probable headache. She shifts and he glances down, meeting her green eyes as she looks up at him, her eyes glassy and slightly glazed over, confirming his suspicions of her being hungover.

“Want me to get you some coffee? Water?”

She shakes her head and lays it on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. She feels it slowly come down, matching her own, even one as she drifts off to sleep, cuddled warm into his side, half on his chest. He sighs and strokes her hair, letting his hand continue down her lower back before starting back at the top of her head.

“Didn’t take you for the jealous drunk,” he murmurs when he’s sure she’s asleep. He adjusts their position so he’s lying down more and Scarlet immediately cuddles back up to him in her sleep, sighing contentedly when his arm wraps around her waist. He drops his hat on his face and tries to nap with her, his body and mind finally relaxing now that he’s back with her.

Scarlet wakes to cheering from the campfire. She rubs her eyes and groans, cursing herself for drinking and also Sean for giving her the whisky. She sees Arthur’s hat hung up next to hers on the back of the wagon, taking note of his absent pillow. She smirks and pushes herself to crawl out of the back, despite the dull ache in the back of her head from the evening light.

“What’s with the cheering?” She asks as she joins the gang, covering her mouth as she yawns. Dutch claps his hands, smiling bright at her.

“Scarlet, my dear girl, John might have a lead for some money. Not only that, things are lookin up for us. There’s also talk of a few other leads,” Van der Linde answers, walking with her until she’s joined the group at the campfire.

“Oh good! You’re awake! We were worried that you’d overdone it with the Whisky!” Susan gets up from the log and ushers Scarlet to sit down, not taking no for an answer. Once seated, she is handed a cup of water. “Drink,” Susan orders. The red head replies and nods, holding one hand up in surrender as she does as told.

Arthur sits by her with two bowls, passing her one. She thanks him and they move to the poker table, listening to Pearson and Bill talk of their time in the Navy and Army respectively. She tilts her head, nodding along to their crazy stories.

“I didn’t know you two were in the military,” she speaks up, setting her bowl and cup to the side and pulls out a deck of cards.

“Oh yeah, I used to be a cook in the navy, it’s why I’m such a great one now!” Pearson proclaims as he motions for her to pass the cards. She shuffles them twice then hands them across the table.

“Army was okay, I like this life better though,” Bill comments, nodding to Pearson. Scarlet gets up and clears all their dishes, taking them behind Pearson’s wagon. Lenny’s occupying her seat when she walks back over. Arthur notices and goes to get up, but she shakes her head, sliding into his lap sideways.

Bill goes to say something until Scarlet draws her hunting knife, running her thumb gently along the blade to test its sharpness; he closes his mouth. Lenny and Arthur chuckle, the latter wrapping his left arm around her waist, securing her against him.

She knocks once on the table to signal she wants to be dealt into the hand. Pearson obliges and sets up chips for everyone before shuffling the deck and dealing. Arthur holds the cards as Scarlet looks at them, biting her bottom lip.

They play several rounds, Scarlet and Arthur working as a pair against the others. After the fifth round, Lenny folds and takes what’s left of what he got back. Bill does the same after the seventh. Pearson offers the other seats to Scarlet but both she and Arthur decline.

His left hand is gently stroking her thigh as he looks at their hand, squeezing her leg for her opinion. She leans down as he pulls them up a little to show her. She nods and looks at the cards on the table, glancing up to Pearson who is smiling at her.  She shrugs and wraps her right arm around his neck.

“Your call,” she whispers in his ear, right hand tangling in his hair at the nape of his neck, nails scratching his scalp nicely. He smacks her thigh before rubbing the slight sting away. He lets his hand wander her leg; rolling over her hip, down the side of her thigh, over the top of her thigh, and finally down to her ass where he squeezes. She gasps, jumping slightly at the feel.

“You good there, Scarlet?” Pearson asks, quirking a brow at them. She nods and smiles, readjusting herself in Arthur’s lap to sit with her back to his chest.

“We’ll go all in,” Arthur pushes his chips into the middle; Pearson laughs, doing the same. Scarlet smiles as she uses her left hand to pick up the cards and nods at them. She gestures for Pearson to show his hand. He’s got a three of a kind; a Queen and five in hand, two queens on the table with a King.

“Shite,” Scarlet swears, flipping their cards to reveal two kings in hand. “Full. House. That’s three Kings and double queens.” Pearson gapes at them, throwing his cards and pushing up from the table in frustration. Arthur and Scarlet laugh in amusement as they take the pot.

“I guess we do make a good team, you an me, Miss O’Hara,” Arthur puts his hands on her hips, pulling her back flush against him. “What say you?”

“I say you’re tryna sweet talk me after our conversation earlier; hungover as I was, I do remember it,” she sets the chips aside and gathers the money before turning in his hold so she can straddle him. “Here, you’ve earned this.” She tucks the money into the front of his jeans, patting it for good measure.

“Yeah? What do you remember bout it, Darlin’?”

“I remember askin why you never got out; why you left me here when you went to see her,” there’s the hint of jealousy from earlier dripping from the word as she shifts somewhat restlessly on his lap. He groans and holds her hips so she stills.

“Quit that, chrissakes woman!” He huffs as he moves one hand to grip her chin, turning her face to meet his gaze. “You’re headed down a dangerous road if you continue, you sure you’re okay with that?”

“I haven’t been this sure bout anythin since becomin a mother, Arthur. I know what’s at stake, an I know that the road will sometimes be rough an long, but that’s all part of the journey. The experience is precious,” she rests her forehead on his, her hands laced on the back of his neck. “Just havin you back makes me calmer. I’ve been riled up for the last few weeks, thankfully I go get James in a day or two,” she smiles, getting up from his lap reluctantly, making her way over to her wagon. “The wagon has plenty of space, you’re welcome to join me if you want,” she throws over her shoulder with a wink before disappearing around Dutch’s tent towards their wagons.

Arhurt sighs and goes to his bed to change into something more comfortable after putting the poker winnings away. He finds Scarlet in the back of her wagon. He knocks once and she looks up at him, smiling that he’s shown up. She pats the bedrolls and tosses the blankets back. He tosses his pillow at her and climbs up into the back. They talk about the passed few days and how everything seems to be working itself out slowly, Arthur’s voice combined with the way he’s rubbing her back has Scarlet fighting to stay awake. She mumbles against his chest and he chuckles, kissing her head.

“Get some rest. We have more errands to do tomorrow. Me an you, Cowgirl,” he chuckles into her hair. She nods and tightens her arm over his chest, gripping his shirt at the shoulder.

“You ain’t plannin on leavin me again, are ya?” Scarlet states, startling Arthur. Smoke nickers and paws the ground, swishing his tail at her. She laughs and pats his rear. “Good boy.”

“Now why would I go an do a thing like that?”

“Cause I’m leavin you to go pick up James today. Got a letter last night askin if I would come get him. Not sure if he had his dad write it or if he did, but figured I’d go get him regardless who wrote it. Jessie woulda had to have gone with him to post it anyway. Wanna ride?”

“Can’t. John thinks he’s got a good lead for money,” Arthur sighs. Scarlet nods and grabs the horn and back of her saddle, pulling herself onto Shasta’s back.

“Well, if you do change your mind, head East. Go as far as you can, you won’t be able to miss it. Gotta go through Lagras from here,” she gestures to the East, shaking her head. “Gotta take Fancy and Shamrock cause Shasta spooks at the Gators.”

“Gators?”

“Yeah. Yanno, alligators? Mean son’s-a bitches. Good eatin though,” she shrugs. “Ride with me to the stables at least?” She pouts and puts her hat on, tipped back so he can see the playful gleam in her eyes.

“How bout I ride with you to the stables and see you out to Emerald Ranch?” He offers, climbing onto Smoke, and swatting her hat down. She yells at him, being temporarily blinded by her hat until she adjusts it.

“Alright. I can deal with that,” she agrees and kicks Shasta to get him trotting. “C’mon then.”

“How long will this take by horse?”

“To Saint Denis and back again?” Scarlet glances from Shamrock to Arthur, biting her cheek. “Bout a day and a half? If I don’t stop to sleep tonight, probably a day? Depends on if Jessie’s gon throw a fit that I’m lettin James ride a horse by himself or not. I’m hoping we can catch a train back if I get there early enough, send these two back by whistle. Fancy already knows where the command ‘go home’ means, and Shamrock will follow his momma anywhere cause he’s a big mama’s boy,” she admits and pats the golden chestnut’s neck as he nickers and tosses his head.

“Just be careful, okay? I don’t wanna have to shoot someone full of holes cause they picked the wrong family to mess with,” Arthur replies, promising the threat if anything were to happen to her. She smiles and leans over Shamrock to kiss his cheek, hand on his thigh.

“Careful? Me? Always, Cowboy. You forget who you’re talkin to? I just don’t always stay out of trouble,” she jokes and leans back in her saddle. Smoke, Shamrock, and Fancy all come to a stop at Emerald Ranch’s train station. Scarlet frowns and lets out a dejected sigh. “Alright. I’ll see you as soon as I can, Cowboy. You best behave while I’m gone,” she warns.

“Or what?” He challenges.

“I’ll just have to teach you how to,” she taunts, giving him a once over. He barks out a laugh and points at her, shaking his head.

“Chrissakes, Scarlet, you can’t just be sayin things like that out in the open,” he chuckles, feelin his face heat up slightly. Her cheeks are rosy, almost matching her hair as she giggles behind her hand, pulling her foot from the stirrup to nudge his own.

“I only dish what I know you can handle, Cowboy,” she winks and puts her foot back in the stirrup. “Promise I’ll be as safe as I can when travelin. I’ll hopefully be back with James tomorrow,” she bids her final farewells to him and turns her stallion to the right. “Bye, Arthur. I’ll be expectin you to greet me proper when we get back,” she calls as she kicks Shamrock’s sides.

Arthur shakes his head and rolls his eyes at her, but he can’t help but feel a tug in his chest as she rides away from him. A feeling of butterflies fluttering in his stomach, something he hasn’t felt since Mary and Eliza. He sighs, knowing he’s probably in over his head. He turns Smoke back the way they came and kicks him. “Hyah!”

[moodnamars]

another tag game

so i was tagged by the lovely @honeycuts​ thank you <333

Rules: Always post the rules. Tag 11 new people you’d like to know better

1. Dogs or Cats? im all for both. both are so good i miss my dog :,(

2. YouTube celebrities or normal celebrities? yeah neither really

3. If you could live anywhere where would that be? i think belgium would be sick because one of my best friends lives there and just living in europe in general would be cool 

4. Disney or DreamWorks? i think i’ll go disney like treasure planet era tho

5. Favorite childhood TV show? i only really remember spongebob right now but i also watched naruto so idk

6. The movie you’re looking forward to most in 2020? ohfUCKing A man im so excited for edgar wright’s thriller last night in soho its gonna be so fucking G O O D.

7. Favorite book you read in 2019? all i really read this year was the whole deadly class series and it was really good but it was a graphic novel so does it count? idk 

8. Marvel or DC? marvel but i really like blue beetle and blue beetle only from DC

9. If you choose Marvel favorite member of the X-Men? If you choose DC favorite Justice League member? i’d day beast or flash

10. Night or Day? night

11. Favorite Pokémon? heracross or gurdurr

12. Top 5 bands: cage the elephant, remo drive, boy pablo, wolfmother and cherry glazerr

13. Top 10 books: i honestly don’t fucking read but lord of the flies was cool when i read it freshman year

14. Top 4 movies:  Treasure Planet, Suspiria (the original ‘77 one), stand by me, the lighthouse

15. America or Europe? europe

16. Tumblr or Twitter? tumblr

17. Pro-choice or Pro-life? Pro-choice

18. Favorite YouTuber: uhhhhhhh uhh uh supermega i guess 

19. Favorite author? idk bro

20. Tea or coffee? t e a

21. OTP? hakuryuu and morgiana 🥺🥺 he deserved better

22. Do you play an instrument/sing? i played alto sax for a while and piano when i was a kid and then i started bass but haven’t had time since school started :,(

idk who’s done this so if u haven’y go ahead i tag u :o)

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[misfitsluug]

just listen to my voice | kritz

uhh this story is kinda old, so im sorry if it sucks; also kritz (kryoz nd fitz) is an underrated ship change my mind. i wanna upload more but im very slow with writing so im gonna upload an old story i wrote a while back lmao,,

anyways, hopefully it’s good! jus a reminder there’s some heavy subjects like, right off the bat so if your uncomfortable, then don’t read it! thank you, and have fun reading :•)

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cam.

The best way to start off the first night of summer vacation is when your Dad decides to kick you out of the house, again. "Fuck you, too," I muttered angrily to myself, kicking a rock that rolled onto the road beside me.

Usually, I don't come till he calls me, telling me about how pissed he is at me for staying out too late. I find it unfair, but I don't say much about it.

Anyway, I head down my favorite diner, my music blasting through my ears and my backpack slung around my left shoulder.

The night breeze hitting my face, the sky sprinkled with tiny stars while the lights from cars and stores passed by.

Once I finally approached the diner, I opened the door with a swing as the bell rang above me. I sat down at a booth next to the window, taking a peek through the menu in front of me.

"Hey, welcome to Nancy's finest wines and dines," The boy in front of me said, I took out one of my earbuds and smiled up at him.

He had blonde bleached hair with brown strips here and there with different moles scattered on his pale face; I took a glance at his name tag.

"Dahlia?" I asked, he chuckled awkwardly. "My name isn't actually Dahlia if your wondering, just covering a shift for a buddy. You can call me John," He replied, pausing as he looked down at the table. "Oh, uhm- you're looking through a kid's menu."

"Huh?" I looked down as well before realizing he was right. "Well, it's pretty late. Can't blame myself I guess."

"Alright, well, lemme fetch you a different menu. Unless you prefer your little kids' menu with crayons?"

"I'll keep the crayons," I grabbed the crayons and managed to make John laugh again. "Okay, I'll be right back."

I watched John walk behind the counter, reaching underneath to pull out a bigger menu and walking back to me. "Do you actually want something to eat?"

"Nah, in all honesty, I just wanted to order a coffee."

"Couldn't you have said that before?"

"Yeah but I'm an asshole like that," I stated, he rolled his eyes and smiled, leaving without a word. I had to admit though, he was pretty cute.

After a couple of minutes, he came back with a mug of coffee and a small bowl of coffee creamers. "Here ya go, uhm.."

"Cameron, Cam for short if you want."

"Here ya go, Cam," He restated, placing everything down before sitting down. "Since your my only customer tonight, tell me more about youself. I'm curious."

"So am I," I retorted, pouring creamer into the coffee.

"Ooh, very mysterious," He said intrigued.

"Maybe," I winked at him.

"Maybe?" He giggled, only making me laugh a bit too.

"You are beautiful," I muttered, slightly blown away at how this conversation is playing out.

"Really? I find that quite doubtful."

"Really? I find what you said quite doubtful," I repeated. "So, Dahlia-"

"It's John."

"What're you doing later?"

"Probably goin’ home, why?"

"Just wondering, gonna head down the train tracks tonight. A little adventure mind you," I explained, a small grin plastered on my face.

"Adventure?" John inquired. "Shouldn't you be going home? It's pretty late."

"Huh, never took you for goody-two-shoes. My dad kicked me out again and I ain't going back yet so might as well entertain myself," I added, taking a sip of my coffee.

"Hm, I'm interested, but what if I don't have any fun on your adventure?"

"That solely depends on you, doesn't it? Plus, I'm pretty good at having fun, maybe more than you if you're so worried about me staying out too late."

"Sounds like a challenge."

"If that's what you want it to be," I dared with a grin.

"Well, my shift ends in a couple of minutes. Mind waiting for a little?"

"I've got all the time in the world, honey," I reassured, John opened his mouth to say something but the man inside the kitchen coughed loudly, catching his attention as he stood up awkwardly.

"As you can see, I should be on my way. Before I go, do you not want anything else?"

"Nah, go ahead and do your job, Dahlia," I joked, John shot a non-threatening look while walking away. I smiled again, the hot rush of the coffee racing down my throat.

I popped my earbud back into my ear, spacing out with my coffee in my hands. After maybe, 20 minutes, I silently glanced behind me a while later, a pair of red doors opened and John walked out without his uniform. He wore a yellow, red and blue hoodie with white ripped jeans. "Hey, you ready?"

"Yeah, let's go," I replied, standing up from the table, turning off my music and putting my phone away inside my backpack, leaving the diner behind.

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Silence filled the night air; the sound of leaves, sticks, and dirt crunching underneath us while walking through the forest. "Have you been here before?"

"No, I heard about there being abandoned apartments down nearby the train tracks, thought that I might as well check it out tonight," I answered, John nodded. "What about your backpack?"

"Eh, just full of spray paint."

"You know you could be arrested for that?"

"As long as I don't get caught."

"Good point," John answered. We chatted a bit more until finding the train tracks. "Finally, Jesus Christ."

"We still gotta walk more, you do realize that?"

"Yeah well, at least we found your dumbass train tracks," John grumbled.

"You know, you never told me why your Dad kicked you out. You don't gotta tell me but I'm just curious."

"He does that often, it's honestly a habit. He's technically my foster Dad," I continued, I chose not to go into detail. "I dunno, I love him but he can kiss my ass."

"Oh, sorry about that," John mumbled.

"Appreciate it," I answered, it wasn't anything uncomfortable for me to talk about. At some point, a building peered over the trees and as soon as we got closer, we were already there.

"Wow, it looks kinda beautiful."

"Yeah, it does," I agreed, stepping closer to the the apartments, admiring the art scribbled upon the grey walls as I opened up my backpack and pulled out my light pink spray paint, writing my signature (just the word Cam).

"Woah, can I try?" John asked, I nodded and he scrambled through my backpack, after a while, he finally pulled out a blue spray can. "You can do it, Dahlia!"

"Shut the fuck up, Cam," He sneered but I laughed in response, watching him try to write on the wall. "Here, lemme help you," I offered, I put my hand on his as I assisted him with the can, letting him write in his signature. "There you go, told you I'm obviously better at having more fun."

"I gotta admit, that was pretty sick."

"You sure you're up for this?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Because you said 'that was pretty sick' but I don't want you to end up getting sick," I teased, John fake-laughed in response.

"Whatever, douche," John insulted, painting more weird scribbles and I joined him. Our laughter was the only thing heard beside the sound of wind and crickets chirping. We painted all over the wall, covering other people's drawings in the process too.

John painted an extremely detailed penis, making the both of us laugh until a snap was heard in the distance.

"Cam?" John inquired, I was still laughing a bit before responding.

"Yeah? What's up?"

"Did you hear that?"

"Uhh, no. Why, what'd you hear?" I asked again, then a much harsher voice shouted.

"WHO'S THERE?!" It shouted, I knew that tone anywhere as I immediately grabbed John by his hand and my backpack, scurrying out as the policeman shouted at us.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck-" John repeated, his words laced with anxiety.

"We'll be fine, calm down," I spoke, still running until we lost the man in the forest.

We both took deep breaths, leaning against a tree. "I'm-I'm never going another adventure with you again."

"Trust me, you are," I raised my brow with a grin, he huffed and cupped his face. "Jesus fuck, that was terrifyingly delightful."

"Exactly why your gonna wanna go on another adventure one day."

"Fuck off," He spat, I felt a buzz run through my backpack as I grabbed my phone. "Hey, Dad," I sighed, rubbing my head. "Yeah, I'll get home soon- I know. No, I'm not with anybody. Okay, bye.," I hung up.

"What was that about?" John requested.

"Ah, just Dad yelling at me that I gotta go home," I spoke, looking down at my phone again. "It's 12:05 am."

"Oh fuck," John murmured, looking back at me anxiously, I could tell just by glancing at him that he wanted to leave. "C'mon, let's go," I began to walk again, John silently followed me as we reached the town. Almost nobody was outside, therefore most of the stores were completely off and the sound of two cars is heard in the silence; it felt like a ghost town.

We walked without saying a word, only appreciating our company until I broke the silence. "You know, out of the couple times I've gone to Nancy's, I've never seen you. Did you just start working there?"

"Yeah, Mom wanted me to get a job and that's the only place where they'd actually accept me, I guess," John answered. "Or at least, that's the only job that I applied for."

I laughed a little, my cheeks hurting from smiling.

Then we were silent again once we reached the small complex of apartments along the street, I could tell he's never been here before; we stopped in front of the entrance where a tall fence stood.

"Will I see you again? Back at the diner, I mean."

"Depends on when you want me there, honey," I said, winking at him as he silently smiled but I noticed the small tint of blush on his cheeks, however, I didn't mention it.

"Here, I have an idea," I remarked, pulling out a napkin and crayon from the diner. "Does it involve you giving me your number?"

"Yes it does, what I charmer I am. Right?" I said jokingly, handing him the napkin. "Whenever you wanna see me, when your shift is over or whatever, call me. Not like I'm busy."

"Hey, when your Dad called, why'd you tell him that you were alone?"

"Eh, just a habit. He assumes whenever I'm out with somebody, I end up doing drugs but I don't."

"Oh, well. I'll chat with you soon, Cam. Thanks for the adventure," John said as he stepped back.

"Au revoir," I spoke in French while bowing down fancily, listening to Johns giggle as he walked away.

I forgot the code to get inside the complex so I just hopped over the fence, my mind still thinking about John.

I just wish I hadn't gotten attached so quickly.

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[ducksarebetter]

I’M LATE BUT!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY @justsomerandomweebo!!! I hope you know how much I love you, I couldn’t ask for a better friend 💕💕💕

So anyways, this was based off an idea we had from a long time ago (Not sure if you remember but I do) and it’s basically the whole team + Cryptor and Kozu doing team a building exercise and making cakes together!!

3002 words, a little bit of swearing? I apologize for the ending, I got lazy. Hope you like it :))

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Kai stared blankly at the list in his hands. “Uhh, flour…”

“Yeah airhead, but how much do we need—“

Too late. Jay had already started pouring the bag into the mixing bowl, immediately drawing the attention of Nya.

“Jay, no!” She yelled, pulling the flour out of his hands before he could do any more damage. “You need to know how much before you pour it!”

“Sorry!” Jay said sheepishly. “Just got excited…”

“You fucking idiot, now it’s ruined.” Cryptor growled from behind him.

Jay shrunk back in embarrassment, watching the flour settle around his feet. 

“You don’t know that! Maybe we can still save it!” Lloyd snapped back while scooping flour out of the bowl with a spoon.

Cole joined him with a spoon of his own. “Yeah, the kid’s right! We just need to work together on this!”

“I believe it should be ok if we can manage to extract most of the excess flour.“ Zane added. 

The team all gathered around, trying to undo the damage. “Let me see that.” Nya pulled the recipe sheet out of her brothers hands.

“Hey!” Kai said in a slightly annoyed tone. Cryptor snorted in laughter, and Kai shot him a glare.

“Maybe if we all were given separate tasks, it would be much more efficient.” Cole suggested to Nya. 

Which of course, was a good idea. They had no organization and no solid plan whatsoever. Put simply, they were an absolute mess.

“How do you…” Kai squinted at the recipe. “Cream butter and sugar?”

“Means you mix them together, you fucking fool.” Cryptor was already ahead of him, mixing the ingredients together. 

“Hey, work together guys!” Lloyd scolded them as Kai opened his mouth to argue. “Ok, well looks like Cryptor’s got that part down. What’s next?” 

“We need two eggs—”

“Um, about that…” Jay said. “We, ahem, may have doubled that…” 

Nya rolled her eyes. “Must I do EVERYTHING??” She sighed.

“Nya,” Pixal said, looking over her friends shoulder at the recipe. “It would appear that we are missing the half cup of milk. Shall I go and—“

At that moment there was a loud crash outside.

“What the in the name of the first Spinjitzu master was THAT?” Cole said.

Everyone ran out the door and down the hallway to the garden, drawing weapons. They all stopped short when they saw what it was.

Kozu stumbled back in forth with an entire cow in his arms. His tank top and jeans were ripped and muddy, his face was streaked with dirt and mud. To complete the look, he was missing a sneaker. The cow mooed confusedly and kicked its feet, attempting to break free. “IM GETTING THE MILK!” He yelled while trying to still the squirming cow. 

Everyone exchanged confused glances. “Er… Kozu, want some help with that?” Cole yelled back.

“I AM… ALMOST GOT IT, JUST YOU WAIT!” 

“Uh, Cole, wanna help him out anyway? He looks like he could use it.” Lloyd said to Cole.

“Yeah. He’s gonna hurt the poor thing.” Cole ran to help.

“Think he can handle it?” Jay asked nervously, watching Kozu trying to pin the cow with three hands, using his fourth to wrestle it’s head to the ground.

“I… think he’s got it.” Lloyd said, reluctantly turning away from the scene in front of them.

They all headed back inside.

While Kai and Cryptor bickered over the egg situation, the other five put their heads together and began brainstorming different ideas for decorating.

“What if we did one of those tower cakes!” Jay said excitedly. “With lots of different color swirls and patterns!”

“Perhaps, but I’m not sure if we would have enough cake mix for that to work. Maybe we should just do one layer?” Pixal suggested.

“Or maybe two? We could level it and put frosting in the middle too.” Nya put in.

“Sounds good too me. Whatever works.” Zane said.

“We should wait and see how much we have when we’re done. We could always make another load if we wanted a bigger cake, and just double the recipe. We need to come up with something that everyone agrees on.” Lloyd reminded them.

“Vanilla’s all mixed in.” Cryptor said. 

Kai tagged along behind him, covered in a noticeable amount of raw egg. It was all in his hair, dripping down his chin and all over his sweatshirt.

“What happened to you?” Nya asked.

“Cry thought it would be funny to crack a raw egg in my hair.” Kai growled.

Cryptor smirked and shrugged. “I was curious to see if it would fry or not.”

Kai gritted his teeth and glared daggers at him. Cryptor chuckled in response, not at all fazed.

“Alright. Kai you go shower.” Nya steered her brother out of the room, winking at Cryptor as she passed. 

He saluted in response. As Nya and Kai headed out, Cole and Kozu entered. Kozu ducked as he passed under the doorframe. “We have milk!” He beamed, holding out a large bucket proudly.

“Nice job!” Zane smiled at him.

Kozu set the bucket down on the table. “Pix, how much of this are we gonna need?” Cryptor asked her.

“Add a half cup to the bowl and stir until the batter is smooth.” She instructed.

Kozu frowned. “I did all that and all we need is… half of a cup?”

Cole nodded. “Yeah, but you did a great job getting it dude. It’s ok, we can save the rest for later!” He reached up and patted his friend on the back. Even though Cole was one of the tallest ones in the room, Kozu still towered several feet over him.

“Alright. Half cup. And now the flour?” Cryptor glanced over, waiting for his fellow nindroids to approve.

“Leave that to me.” Zane helped pour the right amount of flour into the bowl.

“Thanks guys!” Almost all ready for baking!” Lloyd said excitedly. 

“Oh yeah that’s right!” Nya said as she walked back into the room. “What’s the plan for that?” 

“Shouldn’t we wait for Kai to decide on anything?” Jay asked. “So we can all talk about it together?”

“Nah.” Cryptor said as he stepped forwards to join them. Him and Kozu towered over everyone else as they all surrounded the table.

“Well, we have all these pans, so there’s a bunch of different combinations we can choose from.” Lloyd said, gesturing to the collection of glass and metal pans.

“We should definitely do layers of some sort.” Nya agreed. 

“The question is, how many?” Jay added.

“Doesn’t matter to me, as long as I get to eat it!” Cole said.

“We could each have our own individual layer and decorate it separately.” Zane suggested.

“No, we should do it together. Or maybe in teams?” Lloyd said.

“Teams might work better.” Pixal suggested.

“Then it’s a plan. We have more than enough batter here.” Lloyd pointed out as he dipped a finger in it. “Maybe teams of two?”

“Teams of three would be a more logical choice, given that there are nine of us.” Zane said.

“Then teams of three it is.” Nya agreed. 

“Three cakes, three teams.” Jay concluded. “I like it!”

“Team?” Nya grinned at him.

“Team!” He smiled back.

“I’ll take Kai on my team.” Cryptor nodded. 

Zane and Pixal nodded at each other.

“Then left is me, Cole, and Kozu.” Lloyd said.

“I will go with Cryptor.” Kozu said, glancing over at his friend.

“I’ll go with Zane and Pix.” Cole said.

“Guess that leaves me with Jay and Nya.” Lloyd whistled in approval.

“What’d I miss?” Kai walked in.

“You’re with me.” Cryptor looked over at him.

“Sounds good.” Kai walked over to join him and Kozu.

Everyone got to work.

“Alright, I was thinking a tower cake?” Nya said to her friends.

“Sounds like a great idea!” Jay nodded excitedly.

“Whatever works for you guys.” Lloyd smiled. “How many levels? We don’t want to build it too high or it could fall easily.”

“Good point.” Nya chewed her lip.

“How about three? One for each of us, and that won’t be that hard to do.” Jay suggested.

“Yes!” Nya clapped.

“Nice idea Jay!” Lloyd picked out three circle tins from the pile. “How do these look?”

“Great! Now we just need to spray them and fill em up!” Nya said, helping him scoop batter into the tins.

Meanwhile, things were looking great at Pixal, Zane and Cole’s group. 

“Cole, would you like to suggest any ideas for our cake?” Pixal asked him.

“Honestly, as long as I can eat it, I don’t care what it looks like.” Cole grinned. 

“Easy enough. What do you say we do something simple? Maybe two layers?” Zane suggested.

“It sounds like we have a plan.” Pixal grabbed the pans and the three worked together on filling them.

Things weren’t going to well with group three.

“How about a huge cake with like twenty layers, all different colors?” Kai suggested. 

“That’s not gonna work you fucking idiot. We don’t have the skills to pull it off.” Cryptor snarled at him.

“Can it be red?” Kozu asked.

“Red’s good.” Kai pointed at him. “I like where you’re going with this.”

“Twenty layers and bright red.” Kozu sat fowards and winked at Kai.

“Hell yeah! We’re gonna have the best cake for sure.” He leaned back and put his feet up on the table.

Cryptor sighed. “Are you serious? That’s so unrealistic…” he paused when he realized his friends weren’t listening.

“You’re kidding me. Of all the crazy shit…” he mumbled while gathering the rest of the pans.

He threw a few at Kai and Kozu. “Fill.” He instructed.

Kai rolled his eyes as he and Kozu got up and helped him fill up the pans.

“Nice teamwork guys!” Lloyd complemented as they took the cakes out of the oven a few minutes later. 

“Mmm, those smell so good!” Jay added. 

“Yeah they do…” Lloyd licked his lips hungrily.

“Not yet! Remember, we still need to level and frost them. But we have to wait for them to cool first. What color should we do?” Nya asked.

“Hmm… what about blue?” Jay suggested.

“Oh! And green?” Lloyd added.

“I like it! Yellow would go nice with it too. Maybe white trim.” Nya concluded.

“Love it!” Lloyd and Jay nodded in agreement.

“Then it’s a plan!” 

The three got to work mixing frosting together. 

“Lloyd, do you have the pastry bags?” Nya asked.

“Sure do! And here’s the blue food colouring Jay!” Lloyd passed them both what they needed and got to work mixing his own bowl.

Group two was also going great. Pixal and Zane were professionals, baking the cake to perfection, working together to make two almost flawless layers and working to mix a lavender shade of frosting. Cole was enjoying himself, cleaning up the scraps that were produced and “taste testing” the frosting. 

“It’s looking incredible guys! You two are naturals!” He exclaimed happily while munching on scraps of cake.

“Thank you Cole.” Pixal smiled at him.

“Would you like to help us?” Zane asked him.

“I’m just happy to be here. Looks like you guys have everything under control, but if you need help, let me know!”

“Fair enough.” 

Cole was right though. Pixal and Zane were complete professionals, and everything was coming along beautifully.

Meanwhile, table three was having some… issues.

“Kai you idiot, you can’t put that many cakes in the oven at once.” Cryptor said as he tried to pull the pans apart. “It’s one big layer of cake. They got stuck together.”

“Hey, we can work with this. Look we can just break them apart!” The fire ninja responded.

“It’s perfect.” Kozu beamed, looking at the mismatched and deformed sections of cake.

“You STUPID BITCH, KAI!!” Cryptor gasped suddenly.

“What did I do!?”

“You have to grease the pan before you put batter in it! Now it’s sticking to the pan!!” The nindroid was attempting to separate a layer of cake from the pan. 

“You didn’t TELL ME THAT, YOU ASSHOLE!!” Kai screeched back.

“Well, great. Nineteen layers.” Kozu sighed, holding up a mangled layer. 

“Great job Kai, you idiot.”

“At least we still have nineteen!”

“Eighteen.” Kozu pushed aside another pan.

“Just stop touching shit!” Cryptor scolded them. “I’m gonna try and salvage the rest of these layers. At least Kozu buttered his pans. Like a normal person would think to do.”

Kai growled and crossed his arms in response.

“Be useful!” Cryptor growled. 

“HOW?”

“Oh my fucking god… take the knife and work it along the edges of the pan. Like this.” Cryptor showed him how to cut the edges and separate the two.

“This one came out without having to cut it.”

“Yeah, nice Kozu. Here, do these ones.” Cryptor slid him a couple of pans.”

“But why did it do that?” 

“Because it was done right.”

Soon enough, they were down to fourteen useable layers. All of them were a little bit sliced up and battered, but they would still work.

“So what now?” Kozu asked.

“Now we need to make frosting.” Cryptor said.

“Bright red.” Kai and Kozu smiled at each other.

“Right.” Cryptor sighed. “Red. We’re gonna need a lot of frosting for this bad boy though…”

“Leave that one to me.” Kai grabbed a huge bowl and a bunch of frosting containers. 

“Um right. Kozu, mind helping him…”

Kozu was already on it. The frosting duo had all the jars open in no time. With the help of Cryptor, they soon had filled the bowl with the sugary substance.

“Can’t tell if there’s more frosting on you two, or in the bowl.” Cryptor frowned as Kai licked some off his fingers.

About an hour later, and everyone was ready. It was decided that everyone should present their cakes one at a time, and do a little friendly competition to decide who had the best cake. Judged by Cole of course, who would be taste testing all the cakes.

Group one presented their cake first. It was a pretty decent looking one too. The three had really done a good job with the color scheming and had even added a pretty white trim. “Can I try a piece now?” Cole asked excitedly.

“Sure!” Lloyd cut him a piece.

Everyone watched as Cole cut into the cake and popped a piece in his mouth.

“Mmm! Nice job guys, it’s good!” He gave a thumbs up as he took another bite.

“We can score them all at the end and see what everyone thinks.” Nya said.

Group two, no surprise, did an absolutely incredible job. The light purple base, the white designs, it really did look professional. “You guys MADE that?” Jay asked in disbelief.

“Yes we did!” Cole said. “You wouldn’t believe these two. Complete naturals I tell you! They whipped this up like it was nothing!”

Cake three was up next.

Everyone went quiet when the cake was reviled 

“Is that… the cake?” Nya asked in utter disbelief.

“That’s what these two claim it to be.” Cryptor replied.

Was it even a cake at all? It looked like the kind of thing a two year old would make out of play dough. Bright red, a shapeless mass of frosting, the a piece of cake showing through in random places. It looked like it had been run over by a car. 

“Can I eat it now?” Cole was the only one who wasn’t fazed by the horrible appearance of it.

“Knock yourself out.” Kai muttered. “Might be a spoon somewhere in there.”

Which made everyone else’s looks of disgust somehow intensify. Cole picked up the knife and broke off a piece of it. Everyone watched him as he ate it.

“Wow, this actually tastes so good! I think this one wins it for taste!” He waved his fork in the direction of the creators, who sat back in the far corner as if they were cowering away from it.

“Actually?” Jay sputtered.

“May I have a piece as well?” Zane asked. 

Cole cut him a piece and slid the plate across the table. Everyone watched in amazement as he ate.

“Mmm, he’s right! This is very good. Nice job.”

“Alright, now I’m curious.” Lloyd sat fowards and cut himself a peice. 

Everyone else followed his example, and the room was quiet for a few minutes as they dug in to the “cake.”

“That… was actually not bad.” Kai said in amazement.

“You say that as if you’re surprised.” Nya raised an eyebrow at him.

“What I believe he means is, the taste was much more appealing than the exterior.” Pixal nodded as she took another bite.

“Agree with you there.” Jay added. 

“So for taste, we all agree this one was the best?” Cole questioned. 

“Yeah, I’m in agreement there.” Lloyd grinned. “That was some good cake.”

“I liked group two’s cake. I thought it was pretty.” Kozu cut in.

“Then group two for looks.” Nya agreed. 

“And I think Lloyd, Nya, and Jay worked really well together on their cake, and were a good team.” Pixal pointed out.

“So for teamwork, group one.” Kai said.

“Can we get an award for biggest miracle?” Cryptor rolled his eyes. “Maybe most dysfunctional team?”

“What do you mean dude? We had it all under control.” Kai questioned.

“Under control? I carried us!” Cryptor growled back.

“Nah, we had a solid plan. We were totally good.”

“You… glued the layers together. The twenty layers that you wanted to stack up. The twenty fucking layers!”

“It would’ve been great!”

Cryptor slammed his hands down on the table as he stood. “Alright you know what? Next time you can do it by yourself, dipshit—“ 

“Hey, it came out great.” Lloyd chirped. “At least you guys can agree on that, right?”

“I had fun.” Kozu said, pushing his empty plate. 

“So did I!” Cole agreed as he licked his lips. “We should do team building activities more often!”

“Oh please no.” Nya said.

[puzzledorange]

OC’s Answer 15 Q’s Tag

okey i know this took a while and there are so many more tag games that I need to do, but once I take over the world i will outlaw school so i can have time to do these, so please don’t hesitate to tag me in more stuff!

I was tagged by @thatsadwriter​ so thanks for that!

Okay so what I’m gonna do is that P (from the Metalrifter) is answering, but both Rigby and Olsen (from stories Friends & the Universe and Life in the Rivers respectively) are also they’re butting in whenever they want. They are in Violet’s apartment house being interviewed btw.

rules: answer fifteen questions as either yourself or your ocs, then tag fifteen people

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what is your full name?

“Oh that’s easy. P.”

“Are you serious? You’re the one with some weird-ass nickname and you decided to take this question?” Rigby says.

“Well I don’t have any other names, do I?” P snaps back. “What about your name huh? If mine’s so flawed.”

“I never thought you’d ask.” chuckles Rigby. He tilts his head to the side and combs his hair back. “Rigby Diggins here.” P chortles.

“What’s so funny to you?” Rigby hisses.

“No matter how many times I hear your last name, I laugh.” P responds. “It sounds like a cartoon character’s.”

“Enough.” Rigby says, “Alright Olsen, hit us with your full name.”

“Oh me?” Olsen says. “Well my full name is Olsen Maegan Rivers.”

“At least SOMEBODY has a normal name here.” P says.

“Wait weren’t you technically adopted by Violet though?” Olsen asks. “You guys are technically brother and sister or something right?”

P sighs. “Yeah, I guess.”

“So what is your real full name?”

“P Patterson.”

“I’m calling you Peepa from now on.” Rigby says.

“Please don’t.”

what is your gender? “I’m a guy.” P says.

“Are you sure about that, Peepa?” Rigby teases.

“I’m this close to whooping your ass into next week.”

what does your full name mean?

“Uh, I don’t know. It just is my name.” says P.

“Why did you answer the question if that was the answer you would give” asked Rigby.

“Fine then, its over to you.” says P.

“That’s what I’m talking about! Well my name is Rigby because of my free spirit. What can I say, I’m special!”

“Yeah, I don’t doubt that.” says P. “What about you Olsen?”

“Well I looked it up, and a website said that my name meant ‘descendant’. I guess that makes sense, since my ancestor founded my hometown.”

any nicknames or other names?

“My code name is Captain Orbit, or just Orbit.” says P. “That’s what they call me up in space.”

what is your sexuality?

“Huh, I’ve actually never really thought about what kind of people I like.” P says.

“You gotta be kidding me, you’re the most boring person ever.” Rigby says. “And by the way, I’m bi.”

“What does it mean to be bi?” P asks.

“You’re joking.”

P shakes his head.

“Oh, come on!” Rigby exclaims. “Even Olsen knows what that means! How are you this royally uneducated? I thought you were Violet’s brother, but it really is evident that you two are adopted siblings.”

“Hey!” Olsen snaps his fingers. “Calm down. Jesus, you’re always a lit fuse aren’t you?”

“Lit in more ways than one.” Rigby says with a sly smile. He looks at P thinking that he would get the joke, but his humor is that of a wet towel.

where are you from?

“I’m not really sure.” says P.

“EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOUR ANSWERS HAVE BEEN EXCEPTIONALLY SHITTY OH MY GOD I CANNOT HANDLE THIS ANY LONGER” says Rigby.

“Shut your goddamn mouth up.” P says, sending metal up to Rigby’s mouth to inhibit his speech. In response, he starts clawing at it.

Olsen raises his hand in anticipation. “Hey, can I go?”

“Sure go ahead.” P responds.

“Okay so,” Olsen starts. “I was born in Riveria, a small town in--”

Rigby rips off the metal restraining his mouth. “God, can’t a man have freedom of speech? I think you just single-handedly cured my iron deficiency. Anyways I know you guys don’t care, but I was born and raised in glamorous LA.”

“Can you just shut it and listen to Olsen?” P says.

“I knew you wouldn’t care. Hurts, man.”

“As Olsen was saying, he lives in Riveria, and…?” P says.

“Oh yeah! And my great great great great grandfather actually founded the town.” Olsen continues.

“Oh really? Do you want a medal?” Rigby says, reclining back in his chair.

when were you born?

“I WILL take this one, okay?” Rigby says.

“Fine.” says P.

“I was born June the 22nd, 1990. The greatest day on Earth.” Rigby says.

P scoffs.

“You guys can’t even say anything, because your author was negligent enough to not give you definitive birthdays yet!”

Olsen sighs. “Yeah, that’s a problem.”

whoops sorry

how old are you?

“I’m about twenty two I’d say,” says P.

“I’m twenty nine. Hah, beatcha.” Rigby says.

“I’m seventeen.” Olsen says.

where do you live?

“Oh, uh, here.” P says, pointing down at the ground.

Rigby mocks him. “Uh, oh, um, uh, here. Where is here dumbass?”

“Queens. New York.” P says in a stiff tone.

“Better. Now watch an interesting person take this question.” Rigby says. “Right now, I’m currently residing in space, specifically in the port of the Planet Happi.”

“P-Probably not so, uh, ‘Happi’ when you’re there!” Olsen calls out.

“Hey-o! High five!” P exclaims. The two share a hand slap. “So where do you live, Olsen?”

“Well I lived Riveria until I left to LA during my middle school years. I came back to my hometown about 2 years ago.”

P suppresses a laugh. “Sorry, I just can’t let that joke go.”

“It wasn’t even that funny.” Rigby says, crossing his arms.    

what are your quirks?

“What would constitute as a quirk?” Olsen asks.

“It’s what makes you weird and shit.” Rigby says. “P should go first, since this is literally the only question that can make him sound like a cool person.”

“I’d clock you, but I have to answer this question.” P says. “So, I Metalrift. What that essentially means is that I can control and manipulate metal with my mind. It’s super useful, but it took a grueling process to acquire. I have a few other friends that can rift other things, like Scott Walker. He can rift rock, and he’s damn good at it too.”

“I for one,” Rigby says, “Am competent at what I do without the help of magic, but with the help of a little bit of alchies. I shoot aliens and shit. Ain’t that right Peepa?” He smiles as he puts his hand on P’s shoulder. He shrugs Rigby’s hand off.

“What about you, Olsen?” Rigby asks.

“Well, I’m really good with a blade, a machete specifically. Still, my friend, Lisa, taught me how to properly fight. I have a signature backswing and everything.” Olsen says. “Also P I hope you  wouldn't mind metalrifting for us. I mean I've seen it in combat, but not really up close and personal. Could you?”

“Uh, sure, I don’t see why not,” P says, looking around the apartment for any loose metal lying around. “I don’t see any metal though.”

“Wait no, I got you.” Rigby says, pulling out a ray gun and a hammer from the inside of his coat.

“Perfect! I can just extract the metal from the g--”

Rigby starts to casually smash the gun, reducing it to metal bits and bobs. “There you go, rift away.” Rigby says.

P lifts the metal with his mind, and formulates a small elephant on the table using the bits and bobs. It walks around and spurts tiny pieces of metal out of its trunk.

“Oh sweet!” Olsen exclaims.

“Okay yeah, that’s pretty sick, I gotta admit.” says Rigby. “Hey, that rhymes!”

who are your family members? “Uh, next question.” Olsen says. who are your pets?

“I have a turtle, and he is the light of my life.” says Rigby.

“And what’s his name?” Olsen asks.

“Cadet. What a little man.” Rigby says.

“Why’s his name Cadet?” P asks.

“I’m glad you asked.” says Rigby. “I named him after my favorite wine, Mouton Cadet.”

“How original.” P dryly says.

what do you look like?

“Well, I have black hair and green eyes” says P. “Also, I wear a red flannel with a black shirt underneath, and topping it all off with my signature blue pants and black shoes.”

“Alright, my turn!” says Rigby. “So I dyed my hair blond, but my original hair color is brown. I have blue eyes and an amazing goatee. I’m wearing my space uniform right now, which is a blue collar necked coat-jacket that has a white stripe near the bottom, black pants strapped with a holster, black boots, and black gloves. Oh, also I’m a hell of a lot taller than P. Five foot ten ass…”

“How tall are you then?” asks P.

“Six foot three.” Rigby triumphantly says.

“What about you Olsen?”

“Alright,” Olsen says, “Well I have brown hair, a bit combed to the side, brown eyes, and freckles. I wear a red short sleeve with a gray long sleeve undershirt, along with blue jeans and regular sneakers. Oh, and I’m five foot ten too!”

“Shorties.” says Rigby.

who’s your hero?

“Definitely my uncle,” says Olsen. “He’s a real inspiration and always has great advice for me.”

“Both my friends Violet and Basil are amazing people and I wouldn’t be alive for them, so probably those two people.” says P.

“I really like the Hamburglar.” says Rigby. The others stare at him. “What? He really got me to buy more burgers, honest!”

what’s your moral alignment?

“Yo dude!” Rigby says. “I’m uhh,” He snaps his fingers, “Chaotic good.”

P chimes in, “I’m definitely lawful good.”

“And that leaves neutral good for me!” says Olsen. “Wait that’s the last question right?”  

“Yeah, and wow I’m so glad we’re done with this.” says P.

“Why?” asks Olsen.

“So I can do this.” P says, getting up from his seat and knocking Rigby’s lights out.

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Cool, this was fun! I’ll be tagging @starlightinhumanform​, @ill-write-when-im-dead​, and @kaigods​, but don’t be obligated to do them. You’re an independent person!

[turtle-steverogers]

Fugitives- Chap 2

Oooof the plots starting.

Ship: Eventual Ralbert

Warnings: Depictions of injuries, mentions of drugs, mentions of vomit and burns

Albert and Race entered Jacobi’s about twenty minutes later, both slightly out of breath from rushing there. The had lost track of the police after a few blocks, but were still wary as they continued along the busy streets. As Albert had predicted, there were only a couple other patrons milling about inside. Jacobi, the manager and head cook of the establishment, waved to Albert as he walked in, who in turn waved back with a smile. Race pulled his hood up, pointedly keeping his head bowed as they took a seat in the booth furthest to the back of the restaurant.

“You do realize that makes you look even more suspicious, right?” Albert said, taking a menu out of its holder and scanning the options.

Race took a menu as well, “Yeah, but I can’t have anyone recognize me.”

“I understand that,” Albert said, “But having your hood up basically screams criminal.”

Race snorted, “You seem oddly at peace with the fact that you’re having lunch with someone who quite literally dragged you along with him as he ran from fucking police officers.”

Albert shrugged, “You’re intriguing and my life’s boring. You seemed like a good opportunity for some excitement.”

Race looked up from his menu and searched Albert’s eyes before saying, “I don’t understand you.”

Albert smirked, “I could say the same about you.”

They broke eye contact when Jacobi came over to give them glasses of water and take their orders. Race ordered a Reuben with a side of fries and Albert settled for a pastrami sandwich. Albert stacked their menus and put them back, then pulled his water glass towards him and fiddled with the straw.

“So,” He said, surveying Race who had since taken down his hood, “That explanation you owe me.”

Race’s eyes darted to the side slightly, something Albert observed he did a lot, “First off, I don’t owe you anything. You chose to question me,” Race picked up his straw wrapper, crumpling it between his fingers. He was nervous, “But, if you must know, I got caught with some heroin on me,” by the tone of his voice, Albert could tell there was more to the story. He waited for Race to continue, but the other man remained silent.

“So...you’re a druggie?” Albert asked slowly.

Race shook his head, “No. The heroin’s not mine, nor is it for me directly.”

“Oh,” Albert said, “Who’s it for then?”

Race flicked the straw wrapper at Albert, who dodged it, “You ask a lot of questions,” he stated, “Is seriously none of this putting you off?”

Albert raised a shoulder, “I mean, it is. But like I said- you’re intriguing.”

Jacobi came back with their food and the two boys dug in. Race devoured his sandwich before Albert could finish even half of his own.

“I take it you were hungry?” Albert asked, popping a fry in his mouth.

Race drank some of his water, then took a bite of his pickle, “I don’t always have time to eat.”

Albert knit his eyebrows together, “Why?”

Race groaned and put his head in his hands, “Dude, oh my god.”

“Fine, okay,” Albert said, resignation in his voice, “I’ll stop asking questions.”

“Thank you,” Race breathed, “God today’s been weird.”

“You can say that again,” Albert waved Jacobi over and asked for the check, which the older man brought back a moment later, “I take it I’m paying?”

Race grimaced, “Uh, could you? I’m sorry. I was serious earlier when I said I don’t have money right now.”

Albert reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, placing his credit card on top of the bill, “No problem.”

Jacobi took the credit card and went to put the transaction through. When he brought it back, Albert took it, then got up, Race following suit.

“Okay well, this has been interesting for a multitude of reasons,” Albert said, slipping his gloves back on his hands, “But I’m guessing we’re done-”

“I don’t know your name,” Race blurted out suddenly, “I just realized that you literally bought me lunch and I don’t know your name.”

Albert frowned, “Oh, well, can I trust you to know it?”

Race considered this, “No, but you know mine.”

“That’s unsettling,” Albert deadpanned, “But ya know what? Fuck it. My name’s Albert.”

“Albert what?”

“Uhh,” Albert shifted from foot to foot, “I only know your first name, so you only get to know mine.”

Race’s eye twitched slightly, but he didn’t push. They walked towards the exit and paused once they got outside, standing awkwardly for a moment, then Race extended his hand, which Albert shook.

“Thank you for hiding me for a bit,” Race said, “And for lunch.”

“You gonna be okay?” Albert asked, letting go of Race’s hand.

Race shrugged, “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Bye, Albert.”

“Bye, Race,” Race offered him a half-smile, then pulled up his hood again and began to walk away briskly, leaving Albert alone in front of Jacobi’s wondering what the hell just happened.

XXX

Albert sat alone in his apartment, eating some leftover pizza he had found in the fridge. His roommate, Elmer, was at his girlfriend’s place for the night, giving Albert some time to himself. He pulled up Netflix and sorted through his recommended list, looking for a new TV series to binge. When he found nothing, he impulsively searched for Phineas and Ferb and clicked on the first episode. The apartment was his for the night, why not indulge himself a little?

He dipped his cold pizza in some ranch- a tradition he’d had for as long as he could remember- and took a satisfied bite as the theme song for Phineas and Ferb played. He was just getting comfortable when he heard rapid knocking at his apartment door. He allowed himself a moment to be annoyed that someone interrupting his alone time, then paused the show and went to answer the door, pizza still in hand.

He opened the door expecting to see Elmer on the other side, claiming he forgot something. But when he saw the person in front of him, he quickly found he was wrong.

“What the fuck,” He said, taking a step back, “How’d you find my place?”

Race was standing in front of him, looking a little more than worse for wear. His jacket was gone and there were several visible rips on his shirt. He had a black eye and cuts were littered across his arms and face. He was looking at the ground and Albert could see some dried vomit surrounding his mouth.

“Uh, I have sources,” Race mumbled, “Can I please come in?”

Albert was speechless for a moment, “What the fuck,” He repeated.

Race met his gaze for the first time since he’d arrived, “Please? I literally have nowhere else I can go. I swear I’ll be out of your hair after this. I just need to use your first aid kit.”

Albert shook his head and began to close the door, but Race held out a hand to stop him, “You inserted yourself into my life,” Race whispered, frantically, “You insisted to know who I am and why I’m running. You owe me this.”

Albert couldn’t argue with that, so he opened the door wider and stood back to let Race in, “Thank you,” Race said, pushing past Albert, “Uh, where’s your bathroom?”

“Down the hall, first door on your left,” Albert said, gesturing in that direction, “Go ahead and wash up, I’ll go grab the first aid kit.”

Race nodded and walked towards the bathroom. Albert remained in the entrance hallway for a moment, still stunned. He forced himself to go to his kitchen and placed his pizza on a paper towel before retrieving the first aid kit from the top of the fridge. Then he took an ice pack out of the freezer. A moment later, he heard the bathroom door open and Race entered the kitchen.

“Let’s go to the living room,” Albert said, leading them out of the kitchen, “Go ahead and sit down.”

Race sat wordlessly on the couch and Albert sat facing him on the coffee table. His face, while still bruised, was less bloody than it had been when he first entered and the vomit that had been there previously was gone.

Race huffed out a choked laugh when he looked at the TV, “Are you watching Phineas and Ferb?”

“Shut up, it’s a good show,” Albert handed him the ice pack, which he held up to his eye gingerly, “Drug deal gone wrong?” Albert asked, unzipping the first aid kit and taking out some alcohol pads.

“Something like that,” Race said, taking one of the alcohol pads Albert was holding out for him. He placed the ice pack on the couch next to him and began cleaning the cuts on his arm. Albert didn’t say anything further and watched as Race took a bandage out of the first aid kit and lifted his shirt to wrap his torso, which had several gashes in it. Albert frowned when he spotted what looked like a burn on Race’s side.

“Whoa, hey,” He murmured, reaching out to stop Race’s hand so he could get a better look, “You’re burned.”

“Wait, Albert-” Race tried to pull away, but it was too late. Albert already had a good view of the injury. It looked more like a brandish than a burn and Albert recognized it immediately. It was a small picture of the Brooklyn Bridge, surrounded by the outline of flames. The letter ‘P’ was printed in bold on the middle pillar. The symbol belonged to the Prospect Gang of Brooklyn. One of the two biggest and most dangerous gangs in New York City, only rivaled by the Empire Gang, which was mainly based in Manhattan. The two gangs were notorious for their competition- constantly at war over drug dealing territory and who would hold control over the other three boroughs. Albert had seen more than a few news stories about pedestrians who were killed at the hands of the two gangs after finding themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The burn looked fresh, like it had been done within the last hour. It was starting to blister and Albert could already tell it’d leave a scar. He swallowed, feeling cold fear run down his spine. He slowly looked up at Race, who was staring at the burn with wide eyes.

“So I take it you’re not just a drug dealer?” He asked, his voice shaking slightly.

Race flinched at his words and flicked his eyes over to Alberts, “No.”

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2. Where's the most unusual place you've masturbated?: Hrrmm good question, no where too weird I don't think. My living room? Never done it in public lmao

3. Where's the most unusual place you've had sex?: Oh boy, uh, I mean aside from our room, I've done some stuff in a tent, and the other place would probably be my bf's parent's bed XD

5. What's your favorite sex position?: Okay so, me on my back, guy kneeling in front of me and going in, my right leg hooked around his hips, my left up in the air against his right shoulder so he goes in deep /)//////(\

7. What're your biggest turn-ons while making out?: Oh god so many, okay, here we go. Touching me literally /anywhere/ will probably make me lose my mind. Waist, scratching my back, my hips, my NECK OR MY FACE makes me melt hhhhh, I also love hearing the other person moan, or bite my lip, or growl something to me,,,,,

8. What're your most unusual turn-ons in general?: Well I'm a kinky/kinnie bitch so, I do enjoy being threatened. "I'll break your neck" is flirtation. Same with "You smell delicious". NOT NICE I MELT! UNFAIR! Uhhh there's a lot of things, some mostly based on any kin shifts I might be in. Right now I'm in Ren so I'll add in, speaking German, clicking open a pocket knife, smiling while hurting me, hhhhh yeah. Yeah. Lots of. things.

9. What's your darkest fantasy?: Okay so this obviously changes but. Basically rn since I'm in a Ren shift, I'd probably like something to do with the people I knew. Strade, Vincent, Farz, and apparently a Lawrence. Would be interesting to be tag teamed by them! Vince punches me for a while, Farz stabs out an eye (or two), Strade carving out things or taking off fingers, toes, a fox ear, hhhhhh, and then Lawrence gutting me, trying to crawl inside me. Stuff like that /)////////////(\

10. If you could have one fantasy fulfilled right now, what would it be?: LOL I should read these questions ahead. Uhhh okay so, well I really want someone to tease the /fuck/ out of me. Like either tying me to a bed or just letting me be loose, touching and teasing me, until I'm /begging/ to be fucked, and still not giving in. And then doing more, messing with my ears, my tail, licking and biting me, hhhhh everything, and /still/ giving me nothing. All of this while saying what a dirty, naughty little fox I am. How needy I am (I'm in heat so LOL), how I'm so pathetic and whiny. By the time they finally touch me, I instantly cum /)///////(\ MOVING ON

12. What are your hard limits?: Okay uh, nothing with scat. Watersports don't bother me, but they're not a turn on. Same with like, vomit. Doesn't bother me in a roleplay way, but not inrl. I don't have too many other hard limits tbh! Feel free to ask for specific ones if you're interested :3

13. How often do you masturbate?: Okay so I hate doing it like, when my bf is home. So it's normally on days I don't work and I take him to work. So maybe.. 2-4 times a week? Not often at all. I'm more thinking about/roleplaying sex than actually doing anything about it.

14. Have you ever been caught masturbating or having sex?: Hrm a few times we've been in the middle of about to do stuff and my bf's sister will come upstairs. Never masturbating though!

21. Have you tasted yourself? If so, then what did you think?: Hhhh okay so, I did a looong time ago and recently when I did it was almost.. sweet? Like barely sweet. Wasn't bad, and could also be considered a turn on. Someone fingering me, then making me taste it. (OR THEM TASTING IT AND SAYING I TASTE GOOD AAAAAAAAAAAAA) inrl though I don't like people going down on me or touching me. It's mostly about fear of being hurt. But in roleplay anything goes!

22. Are you vocal during sex?: OH VERY I can be quiet if I reeaalllyy try but I whimper and whine a lot.

23. Do you like being rough with your partner? Do you like when your partner is rough with you?: Being rough to someone else is hard, I get nervous. Being rough with ME is a lot better. I can take it~ I'm like a punching bag.

24. Do you like being restrained? Do you like restraining your partner?: If I'm doing it to someone else, I end up keeping them tied up tight so I can either hurt them or force feed them. I looooove being restrained. Never had it happen, but I always wanted like, someone to hold me either gently or roughly while another hurt me. (While typing that I had specific people in my mind doing it AAAA) so yeah.

26. What are your favorite parts/features on each gender you're attracted to?: Honestly? Love breasts. Love them. Butts are great too. I'm attracted to all genders so ??? don't really have a preference.

27. Have you ever tried something sexual and decided you weren't into it?: I actually don't think so? Aside from one guy saying he had a six foot dick and wanted to do vore-stuff with it :P yeah no. Not my thing.

28. What are your erogenous zones?: Specifically for a Ren shift, my ears and tail are definitely overly sensitive. My neck is too, and my face being touched is hhhhh so good. And my back/waist being touched or scratched is nice~

29. What're the most effective ways to tease you in public?: Oh I'm gonna regret this. So basically, it's very easy. If we're together while I'm in person, whispering anything into my ear will probably make me all flustered and blushy. If you're messaging me and I'm in public, 100% basically anything threatening to fuck me or hurt me will get me. Almost guarenteed.

30. What're your favorite was to tease your partner in public?: Well with my adorable little feedee boyfriend, I tell him how fat he's getting and how people probably think he uses a motor cart cause he's too fat to walk around ;3 around with how everyone probably thinks he's a precious little girl~

31. What's your biggest sexual pet peevee?: WHEN IM ROLEPLAYING AND EITHER I HAVE TO LEAVE OR THEY DO AND THEN IM SITTING THERE WAITING FOR HOURS AND THEN EITHER WE JUST DECIDE NOT TO CONTINUE OR AAAAAAAAAA I HATE IT AND I KNOW ITS NO ONES FAULT IT JUST SUCKS ITS LIKE A HUUUUUGE COCK BLOCK

32. If you could dress/style someone to be as attractive to you as possible, what would they look like?: Okay uhh, depends I guess? Let's say it's a guy. Black leather jacket, tshirt, jeans, boots probably. (Basically Vincent Metzger LOL).

33. If you had to put on an outfit to turn-on your partner the most during a date, what would it be?: Oh if it's for my feedee, he'd probably love me in something that doesn't fit me well and would be super tight heheh. I never think I really turn people on that well.OH he does love when I'm naked and wearing only an apron >///

34.  What are your favorite pet names/dirty names to be called during sex?: Oh god so many. SO MANY. Okay so, good boy, good fox, Fuchs, little bitch, slut, whore, naughty, (I don't like nasty very much), dirty, pathetic, weak, whiny, hhhhh there's a lot. a lot.

36. What's the best sexual compliment you've ever received?: Oh that I'm good at blowjobs apparently. I'll take it though~ I also hear that my screams and whines are apparently nice to hear.

37. Do you enjoy it when your partner has piercings and/or tattoos? Are there any particular body parts where you like your partner to have them?: I love lip and tongue piercings, along with ear ones. Wouldn't turn down a dick piercing, never tried having sex with someone who has one. I'd also probably be happy about any tattoos. I like seeing them on arms mostly.

39. If your partner was going to send you a video of themselves, what would they do to make it turn you on the most?: Hhhhh well, something along the lines of "Get your ass over here so I can fuck you", or anything of them with a knife. Mmnnnnn.

40. Are you a screamer, a grunter, a moaner, or a groaner?: Mostly a moaner and a screamer, sometimes a groaner. Hhhhh.

41. Is "vanilla" sex boring or underrated?: With the right person? Totally underrated. Like it's gotta be a comfortable, relaxing experience with someone you love.

42. What's the best orgasm you've had in the past few months?: HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I can't go into details but I was roleplaying while masturbating, and yeah. It was great. So great. So fucking great.

44. Do you enjoy seeing your partner have sex with others? Would you want them to do all of the same things that they're willing to do with you, or would some be off-limits? Hhhh with my feedee boyfriend, I'd be a little iffy on letting other people feed him. Last time I let someone who wasn't Keir do it, they turned into the worst person in my life :') So. Other than that, I think I'd be okay. He's obviously allowed to do whatever he wants, so I wouldn't stop him. I might not want to see it though.

50. Have you ever cum without having your genitals directly stimulated?: hhhh yeah, touching my chest and teasing me a lot can do it, definitely. Mmmnn.

Thank you for all these questions!!!! I need to do more heheh, thank you!!!

[splicejunction]

tagged by: @porgbird ILY ESMÉ

relationship status: single

chapstick or lipstick: lipstick in theory because im gay but in practice i hate it so chapstick.

last song I listened to: CABINET MAN LEMON DEMON

favorite color: green!

top three shows atm: only show i watch is netflix daredevil i’m being serious i cant think of any other ones. And [REDACTED] i guess but im not ready to admit that on main

top three bands/artists atm: gang of youths as always. uhh probably the killers because ive been feeling very loud dramatic gay energies. and im gonna go ahead and say lemon demon cause ive been listening to spirit phone on repeat for like...... 2 ish weeks now

tagging: UH im bad at tagging. if we’re mutuals yeah do it

[edgyearring]

Answer  the  following  for  your  muse  so  people  know  how  shipping  works  on  your blog.

Tagged by : @flowerwield Tagging : if u wanna do it.... then do it, my dude.

WHAT  IS  YOUR  OTP  FOR  YOUR  CHARACTER?:   I have no fucking clue. oops.

WHAT  ARE  YOU  WILLING  TO  WRITE  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  SHIPPING?:   uhhh most things? i like angst and fluff the most tho.

HOW  LARGE  DOES  THE  AGE  GAP  HAVE  TO  BE  TO  MAKE  IT  UNCOMFORTABLE?:   Hmm... depends?? like as long as they’re both consenting adults im *shrugs* Though, then you have like an adult and a teen like in p5 with the protag’s dating options and that’s.. hm... I miiight be okay with exploring something like that but it’s not something I actually think is a good idea in real life gdfhfh

ARE  YOU  SELECTIVE  WHEN  SHIPPING?:   nah, not really. you mighta already guessed it from my prior responses but i like to try and write a variety of things. it’s good for practice and fun so im open to trying out most relationships. (whether the ships go well or not, who know but im willing to try, pfft)

HOW  FAR  DO  STEAMY  MOMENTS  HAVE  TO  GO  BEFORE  THEY  ARE  CONSIDERED  NS/FW?:  uhh if the clothes are off it’s time to readmore, yeah hdfhfj

WHO  ARE  OTHER  THE  CHARACTERS  YOU  SHIP  YOUR  CHARACTER  WITH?:  uhh lots. I’ve shipped him with Reiji, Brown, Elly, Tatsuya, Jun, Maki... uhh Akechi in the p5 au (so when they’re both teens, yah.) Also Yuugo from digimon, i think? There’s more probably hjhgjgh

DOES  ONE  HAVE  TO  ASK  TO  SHIP  WITH  YOU?:   Yes, please :o i like to know ahead of time if we’re gonna try and ship our muses hgfhfh

HOW  OFTEN  DO  YOU  LIKE  TO  SHIP?:   Anytime

ARE  YOU  SHIP  OBSESSED  OR  SHIP  MORE-OR-LESS?:   idk if id call myself obsessed or not ?? i dont write it THAT often. unless this includes platonic stuff then i guess i write it a lot idk.

ARE  YOU  MULTISHIP?:  yah

WHAT  IS  YOUR  FAVOURITE  SHIP  IN  YOUR  CURRENT  FANDOM?:   I dont know im bad at picking a single favorite

FINALLY,  HOW  DOES  ONE  SHIP  WITH  YOU?:  scream at me (aka just let me know and we can discuss it yee)

[cxnsigliere]

TAGGED BY: nobody i took it rip im just very bored

NAME: Erica

STAR SIGN: Taurus

HEIGHT: tol

WHAT’S YOUR MIDDLE NAME? Lynn!

PUT YOUR ITUNES ON SHUFFLE. WHAT ARE THE FIRST 4 SONGS THAT POPPED UP?

i use google play music bc im a basic ass bitch but

Listen To The Man - George Ezra

She Never Felt Alone - The Aristocats

Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clear Water

Dancing Queen - Mamma Mia

GRAB THE BOOK NEAREST YOU AND TURN TO PAGE 23. WHAT’S LINE 17?

page 23 doesnt have 17 lines on that page so i went ahead and went to page 24 so uhh

‘ --but Lorraine, where Eve had grown up, was a sea of mud and bones, as Eve knew from the newspapers she devoured. She was lucky to be here, safe away from it. ‘

from the book The Alice Network! its a very good story thats set in both 1915 and 1947 and has some badass female characters in it erigoeijg. u should totally check it out

EVER HAD A POEM OR SONG WRITTEN ABOUT YOU?

nope! well, one time my cousin was playin guitar (which she cant even really play so it wasnt any good) and she was like “hey erica, give me something to ad-lib a song about” and i said Shrek. and she made up a bullshit song about Shrek from the top of her head, but i cant remember how it went

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU PLAYED AIR GUITAR?

yesterday as a matter of fact. guns n’ roses came on, and like, how can u not air guitar to guns n’ roses

WHO IS YOUR CELEBRITY CRUSH?

PROBABLY EITHER KEKE PALMER OR DOVE CAMERON TBFHHHH

WHAT’S A SOUND YOU HATE + SOUND YOU LOVE?

Hate: u know when someone keeps repeating themselves over and over? like “erica. erica. erica. erica. hey, erica. erica. erica.” THAT SHIT GETS ON MY FUCKING NERVES, IF U DO THAT TO ME IM GONNA PUNCH U IN THE THROAT. PEOPLE CONSTANTLY REPEATING WHAT THEY SAID WHEN THEY DONT NEED TO IS THE WORST. also i hate water sounds? like, the sound of people swimming to be exact?? idk why, it just sounds so weird to me

Love: Murdoc Niccals’ voice. i might be a lesbian but u better believe imma fuck that pickle boy’s vocal chords

DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS? HELL YES I DO!!!!! i love ghosts so much. also my house is haunted as shit and i lOVE IT. i named my 2 ghosts Jake and Kate. its mostly just Jake that shows up tho. also my favorite show is Ghost Adventures-

is it obvious i really like ghosts

HOW ABOUT ALIENS? YES!!!!!!! theyre real man, the government just doesnt want us to knoooow

DO YOU DRIVE? yes!!

IF SO, HAVE YOU EVER CRASHED? NOPE

WHAT WAS THE LAST BOOK YOU READ?

Donnie Brasco! if yall dont know who that is then.. damn have u been living under a rock. basically hes the first FBI guy to like, go undercover in the Mafia and then testified against them in court and whatnot?? dudes a legend, but i literally just started reading it not that long ago so im not very far into the book reoijgqoerig

DO YOU LIKE THE SMELL OF GASOLINE?

yEAH, im weird

WHAT WAS THE LAST MOVIE YOU SAW?

Jumanji!!!

WHAT’S THE WORST INJURY YOU’VE EVER HAD?

well, i have a very minor brain injury since i was like 5 or 6, but eh idk

DO YOU HAVE ANY OBSESSIONS RIGHT NOW?

probably Gorillaz? then again im always obsessed with them eroijgeroig. u have no idea how PISSED i am that theyre not coming to tennessee i want to riot

DO YOU TEND TO HOLD GRUDGES AGAINST PEOPLE WHO HAVE DONE YOU WRONG?

not at all tbfh. usually i just cut em off and then forget about them like a week later bc, shit man i got better things to do with my life than worry about petty drama

IN A RELATIONSHIP?

nope!

[alohomorae]

tagged by the absolute @valerianaofficinalis thank friend!!!!

1. do you have a favorite pair of socks

honestly any of the ones that have funny faces on them

2. what kind of bag do u like using (purse/backpack/etc)

ive been meaning 2 buy a proper leather satchel for a million years so i can look like an Adult but no im still using my old burton certified Skateboarder™ backpack for anything and everything

3. what is your favorite type of pie/cake

mm like cheesecake or anything my babička makes

4. if you could be a household object, what would you be

an AXE

5. do u like to cook? whats your favourite thing to cook

yeah! i rly like baking bread things bc it makes me feel like a proud dad if they come out good and we dont talk about it if they dont

6. what is your opinion on climbing trees

im a menace if u see a nice climbable tree around im probably already halfway up it

7. what form of art do you think more people should care more about

hmmmmm armour and weaponry so my family stop looking at me funny for spending an hour by the sword exhibits in museums

8. do you like your room to be freezing or overheating for sleep

cooler but only if i have an electric blanket on before bed

9. if you could have a garden, would you

i do have a garden and if i didnt then like yea dude gardens r nice

10. what is your favourite pattern/print for clothing (u can’t answer none i will  LOSE it if u say none!!!) 

im gonna go ahead n be gay and say plaid bc ive loved it all my life and i will continue loving it fashion or no

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ok it’s taken me Ten Years 2 come up w questions so these arent good but anyway

1. do you play any musical instruments? if not which one would you most like to learn

2.what’s your favourite Video Jame

3. can you slav/mainlander squat (with your entire foot on the floor no cheating)

4.how many countries have you been to /states if youre from the us god knows theyre big enough to be countries

5.what was your Number One Official Childhood Comic

6.what’s the first happy memory you can think of?

7.if you could teleport anywhere right now where would it be

8. what’s your opinion on beer

9.do you have any “party tricks”

10.what’s the first concert you went to, and which was your favourite?

UHH i tag @butchsplaining @pop-diddy @unionthesalmon @blushingyellow@breadboygang @voidreal @jakkugirl @fire1ord idk who else is still fuckin on this hell site if u wanna do the Meme msg me n i’ll tag u it’ll be our little secret ;)