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xuaxian · 1 year

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It all started behind a willow tree.

Ft. Wanderer/Kunikuzushi/Scaramouche x GN Reader.

-Part.1-

You weren’t having the best of days. But it wasn’t so bad for you to break down or anything like that. Normally, when you would be having a hard time, you would sit under a charming willow tree, taking in the sights, letting your thoughts wander and heartbeat calm. It was one of the only places that brought you such comfort, and you never told anyone about your little secret spot. The soft footsteps on the grass sounded as you steadily made your way to your secret spot so you could unwind and forget about the hectic day you just had. The sound of the wind sounded in your ears, almost deafening at how you couldn’t hear anything else besides the wind and your footsteps. You walked slowly as you looked over to the lake near the tree. There was a gentle rippling of the water, as the wind blew the surface. It was a peaceful sight, and you felt your heart rate slow down. You leaned against the willow tree, as the sun shined down on you, warming your body. You closed your eyes, and let out a deep breath.

Gosh how nice it felt.

For a moment, you thought you felt something, someone. You opened your eyes, and it was just the sun shining on the water. You looked around, but didn't see anything, or anyone. Strange… What was that presence? As you shut your eyes once more, your ears perked up as you heard muffled… cries…? You shot your eyes back open and examined your surroundings, but to no avail. There was nothing. Nobody.

Slightly confused and concerned, you parted your mouth before speaking.

“Who’s there? Are you hurt…?” The second question sounded in more concern. Whoever that was immediately stopped their cries and silence immediately took over the atmosphere. “…Hello…? Are you okay…?” You asked once again, hoping to hear a response from the invisible individual.

“The hell do you want…?” Finally. The mysterious individual responded. They sounded wary, with a hint of raspiness to their voice, probably because they had been crying.

“Oh. I don’t mean any harm, I just got worried when I heard someone crying. What’s wrong? Also where are you?” You replied with concern. It wasn’t everyday you met someone in a situation like this.

“Are you stupid? Where else can I be besides behind the damn tree. And why the hell should I tell a stranger my problems? It’s impractical if you ask me.” A scoff sounded behind the tree. You rolled your eyes, not paying any attention to the person’s mockery of you. People can get like this when they’re down so it’s best to not pay any thought to it since they don’t think before they speak when they are upset. If you do then things can lead to worse things, so it’s best to bear with it and hear them out.

“Sorry about that, my brain doesn’t quite work sometimes. And why not? A stranger is the best person to tell your problems to since you got no connection or control of them. Even if they judge you, it’s not as bad as if someone close judges you, no?” You snickered before adding “I’m no judge tho, if you want, lay your problems to me if you want, who knows? Maybe it’ll make you feel better?” You smiled slightly before sitting down on the plush grass as you lean your back on the tree trunk.

Silence once again sounded. The sound of the rustling leaves being the only company to your ears.

“Everything seems to go wrong for me.” Once more, the silence, broken with the confession of the individual behind the tree. “Hm?” You hummed in response, as a sign to let the person know you’re listening.

“No matter what I do, what I say, what I have experienced, nothing seems to be going the way I want it to go. I’m not asking for much to be honest. All I ask is for myself to be finally at peace with myself, but I can’t even do something so simple such as that, which is truly and utterly pathetic. I have had no problems committing atrocities in the past, not even blinking an eye, yet something so frugal, so uncomplicated, so straightforward, I cannot even do.” Word vomit spewed from the person on the other side of the tree.

“Is that so? Why is that? What do you find so hard about it?” You closed your eyes as you focused on the voice of this individual, it sounded masculine so it had to be a guy right? Whatever they are, they had quite a distinguished voice, which you loved.

“From the moment of my birth, I’ve been discarded, for the reason of not being good enough. From then on, one person after the other has left me behind to rot. Too many broken promises, what’s the point of promises of people break them? How brainless.” They scoffed in annoyance. Shutting their eyes before going quiet again.

You thought for a moment. Broken promises? Not good enough? Discarded at birth? This fellow sure has had a hard upbringing. You felt sorry for this mysterious individual. “Well, I’m not saying that all people who break promises are bad and all, but what we’re the reasons the promises were broken in the first place?” You decided to settle with that question first, everything else is for later.

There is so much to unpack.

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blackenedwhite97 · 3 years

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Coming Out [Poly! Erasermic x {Fem}Reader]

Hello! this was a requested fic from like before Christmas. I'M A MESS I KNOW I'M SORRY! I’ll be catching up at some point, I'm in my final sem at uni and have MAJOR senioritis. Me no do unless me have to. Instead, now I just spend my time staring at the existential abyss the threatens to swallow my ceiling and think about everything I'm procrastinating. But I digress...

Content Warning: This story is of a negative experience coming out as poly to your family, this deals with rejection from the reader's mother, father, and a grandparent. This story demonstrates Homophobia, xenophobia, traditionalist and conservative values and attitudes and may be triggering to some folks.

This story includes a Polyamorous relationship

Polyamory: the practice of engaging in multiple sexual relationships with the consent of all the people involved.

Word Count: 3.7 K (A baby story)

Y/N --- 4:06pm

Hey can my roomates come to dinner?

DAD --- 4:06

You mean the gays?

Y/M --- 4:08

Please don’t call them that. Neither of them are gay anyways, there’s more than just gay or straight.

DAD --- 4:10

Yeah whatever. Let your mom decide.

MOM --- 5:12

Sure, they can come.

Mom --- 5:23

Gma might be coming dinner tho. Maybe talk to them?

That conversation should have been enough of a warning for how the evening was going to transpire. At news of your grandmother attending dinner, you panicked and tried to back out of your plans. You had been growing steadily farther apart from your parents anyways, barely seeing them more that once a year if that. It’s not like they didn’t have their suspicions anyways, to them you were a single woman living in the big city sharing an apartment with two gay men. Not that they’d ever been to the apartment. If they had they might have notice that one of the two “bedrooms” was being used as an office. Earlier on in the relationship you were so deeply uncomfortable being around your parents alone, that you had Shouta come with you every visit because you were so paranoid you were just going to come out on the spot.

At first your parents were sure that you and Shouta were together. He had subconsciously cleaned up quite nice the first few times he met your parents anyways, wanting to make a good impression on them if you finally did tell them about your polyamorous relationship. Then as time went on you got busier and started to see them less. Shouta’s parents lived in the suburbs and you saw them on holidays, plus Shouta had come out to them as being bisexual a long time ago and hadn’t felt much pressure to hide the polyamorous nature of your relationship to begin with. Hizashi’s mom was still a city dweller in her 60’s and on top of doing the cute mom things like baking fantastic cookies and handing down family jewelry to the daughter in law, she’d also taken Hizashi and Shouta to their first pride in Tokyo and had an in-home recording studio where she recorded for local punk bands. She was, quite literally, a cool mom.

You gnawed vigorously at your thumbnail, not quiet biting the whole way through, instead riddling it with dents and cracks. Chewing your nails wasn’t a habit you’d always had, it became a sort of silent worry thing you started to do when you got to your agency and had to remain still and quiet during briefings, no matter how terrible the news was. Your ruined nail beds were an atrocity to Hizashi, who had paid several times for you to get a manicure to get your nails short and evenly trimmed so you could manage them on your own. You still somehow found a way to gnaw on the short squared off nubs of your nails though, and it drove him nuts. Shouta cared less, his hands were in ridiculous shape, he was callused and bruised, cracked and flaking all over the place and Hizashi would regularly force moisturizer on them. Shouta cared more about figure out the root stress, it’s not that Hizashi didn’t, he just didn’t know how to, so he settled for pampering you.

“It’s dead.” Hizashi huffed from the bedroom door. “Obliterated, actually.”

“Hmm?” You looked up from your phone, you hadn’t been reading any of the messages in the chat for a good few minutes and just let your eyes unfocus instead. You yanked your thumb from your mouth and hid it below the table like a child caught with a sweet they’d snuck from the kitchen before dinner, you knew he saw.

“Your nail.” Hizashi gently patted the end of his hair with his special fluffy towel that he’d convinced you and Shouta he needed to control his frizz (which he didn’t have) and padded towards the kitchen table where you sat. He placed a kiss on the top of your head as he strode around you.

“What’s up, love?” he murmured softly, leaning against the table next you. One of his legs propped up on the chair to your right and leaned down to look at your phone screen.

“This is going to go horribly.” You breathed, panicked as you set your phone down on the table.

“You don’t know that.” Hizashi looked back up at you and smiled sweetly.

“Not everyone’s mom is a cool rocker lady in her 60’s who lives in the heart of downtown still and is fully supportive of her child’s bisexual polyamorous relationship with their childhood best friend and an ex-small-town girl with an ultra-conservative family.” You huffed out in one long breath.

“That was oddly specific.” He chuckled softly. “What about Sho’s parents, they’re conservative?”

“Yeah, but his parents are at least polite and send us both Christmas gifts every year and keep any and all of their shittier opinions to themselves because they want their son to be happy.” You groaned dramatically, dropping your head onto his thigh, using the extra meat to muffle the noise.

“Y-your-” Hizashi’s leg twitched from the vibrations of your groan. “Your parents want you to be happy too, Y/n.”

You groaned into his thigh, trying to explain the difference between your parent’s and Shouta’s. Hizashi laughed and gently grabbed the side of your face, lifting it so you were no longer muffled by his leg.

“Try again.” He instructed.

“They only want me to be happy if it fits into their rigid frame of what acceptable happiness looks like.” You explained again.

“Hey,” Hizashi ran his thumb back and forth across your cheek, “have faith, baby. They’re your family, they love you.”

If only he’d been right.

Shouta was the know it all, the one that way always right. Hizashi on the other hand was quiet used to being the one that was not always right, he had no hubris about his intelligence what-so-ever. So much so that sometimes you and Shouta had to remind him that he was intelligent and offered a lot of knowledge and wisdom in many many ways: public speaking, social relationships, radio scripting, he spoke two languages fluently as well. However, this one-time Hizashi wished dearly that he had been right, that he was an insufferable know it all who never got it wrong. It was a different twisted feeling in his gut, sitting the back seat watching you try to keep it together in the front seat, than the usual mild embarrassment that faded after a couple of minutes when he was wrong about something. That was damn near luxurious compared to the painful knot tearing into his stomach.

The silence in the car was so dense and absolute that it almost physically gagged Hizashi and Shouta, the two of them were too afraid to say anything and break it. It felt as though the heavy silence was keeping you from breaking, as if it were applying enough pressure at all sides to keep the thin veneer of composure you were managing together. You felt it too, along with the heavy weight that was nearly crushing your chest, the thick doughy lump clogging your throat and the tremble in your lips. You took a deep breath, it getting caught halfway and freezing in to an unrealized sob that you pushed down.

Shouta huffed and pulled off to the side of the dark country road, slowing into the gravelly shoulder. He turned in his seat to face you, undoing his seat belt so he could fully turn his body. You kept your eyes out the window, trying with all your might not to let the tears that clouded your eyes to fall. You knew you’d need to cry about this, about your parents and their conditional love. You knew that this was something you would need to deal with, but you didn’t want to at this moment. You wanted to go home, take some sleeping medication and go to sleep, you wanted to wait until the open wound in your chest had stopped bleeding to begin treating it.

Your father was being facetious about your living arrangement as usual, whenever he was faced with Shouta and Hizashi his first reaction was to constantly point out that fact that you were a woman living with two men and that if they weren’t gay that one of them should have married you by now. Shouta and Hizashi had taken these comments like water rolling off of a duck’s back, Hizashi even grinned and mumbled something about your father tempting him. You could have kept your mouth shut, you could have kept your cool but Shouta’s hand was brushing against your thigh and you felt it tense into an annoyed fist. Something about Shouta’s minimal reaction lit a fire in you, more like an explosion. It was a surge of very sudden and very ferocious courage that lasted a split second and no longer. You’d practically shouted it, the ringing in your ears drowning whatever words you’d used out.

You were met with complete and utter silence, shock and fear thick in the air. You’d almost believed for a moment that you hadn’t done it, that you’d just shouted randomly and just scared everyone. But then your dad stood up, his shocked open mouth flattening out into a hard straight line, this jaw swelling as he clenched it.

“W-what?” he growled, stepping back from the table as if you were a threat.

You were ready to backtrack, you were so ready to just laugh and pretend you were fucking with him. But you spared a glance to Shouta and Hizashi, their faces pale and guilty. They, regardless of what you could say in an attempt to cover up what you’d just said, were basically admitting to it already. You instinctively shrunk back into your chair like you’d do when you were younger at the dinner table whenever something uncomfortable would come up. You could tell everyone was at a loss for words, the difference was that you were scared and at a loss for words, Shouta and Hizashi were shocked and at a loss for words and your father was steaming angry and at a loss for words.

Your mother, who had always been the least confrontational of the two turned away from you and almost in a show of disgust immediately went to comfort your grandmother. It was as if you were an afront to goodness, an act of moral atrocity being committed in front of them. Your father began to barrage you with passive aggressive questions and accusations towards Shouta and Hizashi. He was trying to understand while at the same time refusing to give you a chance to explain. You stopped listening after the first few sentences that came out of his mouth, falling back into an internal monologue filled with regret. He must have said something exceptionally terrible because in an instant Shouta was standing, his arm reaching out to separate you from him and he was shouting. Shouta never shouted, he barely voiced any form of annoyance or frustration in general when it wasn’t a learning moment for his students, but here he was on his feet volleying harsh word with your father.

Hizashi, you realized was attempting damage control, his hands raised and his voice lower than either of the other two men’s. You blinked back into the present, as noise filled your ears, you mother was crying, your father and Shouta were shouting and Hizashi was rambling panicked. You took a couple of deep breaths and stood up on shaky legs, gripping Shouta’s protective arm for support, and looked your father in the eyes. He faltered at the direct eye contact and you saw an opening where there was less shouting to contend with.

“Stop,” you hissed through gritted teeth. “this is why I never wanted to tell you! Why I was perfectly okay with living away from you guys for the rest- This is why I haven’t been home.”

Your mother gasped a ragged, tear-filled breath. She’d expressed before that she’d wished she could see you more often, that she’s noticed you’d been coming home less and less. You’d been good at covering it up, saying you were busy with work and simply couldn’t get the time off. You knew that what you’d just said hurt her, not in the way it should have. It hurt her because you’d just told them it was their fault that you felt unwelcomed here and not because you were afraid of your own parents.

“How long?” she breathed.

“Three years.” You sniffed, hand tightening around Shouta’s wrist.

“THREE?! THR-” your father bellowed in disbelief. “For three years they’ve been brainwashing and forcing themselves on you?!”

Suddenly you understood why Shouta had leapt up, you had just now caught up with the conversation. Red hot anger flared up in your chest, the mere insinuation that you were being forced in anyway to be with your partners filled you with utter rage.

“No!” You growled, for the first time in your life matching your father’s volume. “For three years they’ve been by my side, showing up at the hospital when I got hurt at work, celebrating my promotions at the agency, helping me make a home that I feel safe in and actually fucking caring about me!”

There was silence again, this one was thin but not light in anyway, like it was a delicate thread barely holding a great weight from falling and crushing you.

“We care for you.” You mother said darkly.

“No,” you swallowed hard, “you haven’t for a long time.”

“Get out.” You father growled.

Hizashi was already moving, grabbing your coats from the back of the chairs and pulling Shouta by the arm away from the table. It took you a good long second to move, even then it was because Shouta latched onto your shoulders and Hizashi tugged him along.

“I’m sorry.” Shouta whispered, his hand finding yours in your lap. You kept your eyes focused out the window at the pitch-black fields with barely visible for off golden dots of light. You couldn’t talk.

You heard Hizashi shuffling around in the back seat, scooting closer to you and his hand joined Shouta’s, pulling up onto the storage compartment between the seats. It was cracking, that veneer.

“It’s not your fault.” Hizashi murmured.

You sniffed hard, biting int you bottom lip. Of course, it wasn’t your fault that your parents didn’t accept you, that you weren’t good enough or right for them, that you weren’t on par with the apparent morality of the rest of the family. It wasn’t your fault that they were backwards people with terrible ideas of how a person should be. It still didn’t hurt any less that you couldn’t meet those backwards ideals, that you couldn’t be the right kind of person for them.

“Y/n,” Shouta whispered, gently grabbing your chin and turning your face towards them.

They were looking at you the way a mother looks at her crying baby in the first few months, the desperate need to connect and nurture glowing in their eyes. They were filled with worry, with pity, with understanding but also, with fear. No doubt, what had just happened had been traumatic for them too. Looking into their emotion filled eyes you felt that veneer shatter, falling away and unleashing that mournful sobbing that had been trapped inside.

Shouta pulled you towards him, holding you firmly to his chest placing his head atop yours. You vaguely felt Hizashi disappear from you for a moment, but you were too preoccupied with the trembling muscles seizing violently in your chest. Then you felt him sliding in behind you, only now realizing he’d stepped out of the car and slide in through your door as he shut it behind him. He draped himself over you rubbing circles into your back.

“It’s not your fault.” He murmured into your hair over and over again.

At first you didn’t really focus on it, thinking it idle words of comfort but the more he said the more it sunk in. The more your realized that you were holding onto the hope that there was something about this, about you, that you could fix. With every repetition of those four words that false hope chipped away and that heavy weight in your chest began to fall away. It was still painful, it still felt like you had a pen festering wound that you’d never fully heal from, but it also felt lighter. It felt as though a burden you’d believed was yours to bear was suddenly the responsibility of the many.

“You don’t have to change,” Shouta whispered softly as your sobs ebbed into weak beaths, “they do.”

That reignited some tears, to hear what you needed to said so plainly. Shouta was good at that, putting those intangible thoughts and feelings into plain words. You cried until the tears and the worry and the late hour caught up with you, until your head felt heavy and waterlogged and you slumped backwards into Hizashi sniffing. You cried until your wavering breaths evened out and your tired mind fell to silence. Hizashi pulled you into his lap and cradled you against him like a parent holding and oversized child, running his hand slowly through your hair.

When you awoke you were swaddled thoroughly with the fuzzy blanket from the couch Shouta hated because it shed and sandwiched between the two men who snored away. As you blinked in the early morning light that just barely peaked through the blinds you noticed the red rims around Hizashi’s eyes and deep-set circles under Shouta’s as if they both been awake all night. Shouta was still in his dress shirt and Hizashi had stripped down to his boxers and pulled his hair back into a sloppy bun. Neither were properly snoring which told they hadn’t been asleep for very long.

You tried to ignore what had happened last night, what had led to the heavy feeling in your head and crusty dry eyes and tight cheeks. You tried to pretend that they had stayed up for work, that they you had swaddled yourself up in the blanket nor because you were sad but because you just wanted to be cozy. Then you heard a phone vibrate on the nightstand and any and all work towards denial washed away as you dreaded checking it. It could just be a work thing, it could be Hizashi’s phone even though he’d never had it on silent even once since you’ve known him. It could have been Shouta’s vibrating against the wooden table even though you could see his slightly peeking out of his back pocket.

You sighed and sat up, daring the smallest of glances at the nightstand. It was your phone screen that was lit up, several notifications on the screen. You groaned and laid back down, scrunching your eyes shut begging for sleep to suddenly and miraculously take you. It buzzed again and you huffed. Fine. You’ll check it. I guess someone could be dying. I do stop that from happening for a living.

You very cautiously crawled over Hizashi and reached to get your phone, electing not to look at it until you settled back between your boys. You scrolled though your notifications, weather, news, a work email, a second email from a contact that made your blood run cold and three missed calls and two answering machine messages from the same contact. Grandma. Your hands trembled at you unlocked your phone and typed int your voicemail password. You held the phone up to you ear and listen to the first message which was more or less just some frustrated grandma noises and mumbles about the inconvenience of technology, followed briefly by a set of hellos. If you hadn’t been ready to shit yourself, you’d have laughed. Then the second played and you had to take a deep breath to hold yourself together enough to keep listening.

“Hello? Hello? Y/n? Oh shi- well this is just ridiculous. Y/n, I don’t know if you can hear me, or maybe this is your answering machine, I don’t know I can’t hear too well but-” her soft worn voice said into the phone, “I want you to know that I love you. Your parents love you too, even if they did not act like it tonight.”

She paused and your eyes welled up with tears, a lump forming in your throat. It was this strange feeling of pure sadness but also happiness and relief.

“Those boys,” she continued, “probably would have killed your father last night if they had the chance. I’m not saying I get it, but they sure do love you, sweetheart. I quite like the blond one he is very-”

The message cut off and the automated voice asked you what you wanted to do with the message. All you could do was laugh, laugh and cry. You were still sad, still in pain, but it was already starting to feel less life-ending.

“Hey,” Shouta mumbled blearily, “S’okay. I’m here.”

He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, trying to pull himself from sleep. You hugged him back and massaged the back of his scalp gently.

“Listen to this.” You sniffed.

He nodded and you pressed repeat, listening to the whole second message through again. You watched as a smile spread across his sleepy lips and he laughed softly. He pouted suddenly when it ended, his eyebrows pulling together as much as his drowsy state would let them.

“What?” you asked, worried he’d heard something you‘d missed.

“Why does she like Zash more?” he grumbled, barely awake now.

You smiled and curled into him, electing not to answer knowing that he wouldn’t like being told that Hizashi is more sociable than him. Besides, you smiled to yourself, he’d be asleep in a matter of seconds.

You were still hurt; you still had that big open wound in your chest. But with Shouta and Hizashi at your side you knew you’d heal; you knew they’d give you anything you needed. You knew that your grandmother was right, that these two boys loved you very much.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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A Scenario where kai and his s/o have a really big fight He says some very hurtful things and she disappears for 3 days or something (she's at her grandparents in the hills) Ande the others are like oh shit are they gonna break up? Fluff ending tho ny heart can't handle too much angst

It feels great to write again, just got out from a writing block

"You're being irrational." He sighed in pure annoyance and rolling his eyes at his lover, whose scoffed and crossed her arms in disbelief at hearing his words.

"Am I? Or is it you that is so hard to stop being so damn arrogant for once?"

He let his pen go and hit his office's desk to send her a glare, clearly displeased by her choice of words. Normally, if it was anyone else, they would be quivering in fear at only one look of his; but this was (Y/n) whose he was talking with.

The girl was just as stubborn as him, and never once trembled neither widen her eyes in fear of him. Which caused at first for him to be extremely annoyed.

"Don't give me that look." She scowled "You know that you're in the wrong side this time."

"Sure." He scoffed sarcastically while returning his attention to his papers "Like ever argument that we have right? Oh, my bad." He send her one glare while arching his eyebrow up "You never once was right in neither of those, so what makes you think that this time is different?"

"Because it was wrong from you!" You said in exasperation "Just because a guy touched me asking for information you overhauled the poor man! Why?!"

"He was sick." He said through gritted teeth, after half of a hour of this nonsense he was getting way too impatient "Apologies if I was trying to prevent the same happening for you dearest." He said in venom sarcasm.

"Kai this is not even protecting, this is madness!" You exclaimed while his eyes grew darker and darker by the minutes it passed.

Half an hour later it passed with you two discussing and the words only got darker and offensive. His skin was already interrupting in hives while you at least tried to reason with him, but he was not having it.

"For crying out loud why can't you listen to me for once?!" You were almost ripping your hair out while he coldly stared at you, but the red spots growing on his skin showed you that he was just as fed up as you were.

"Because apparently I am dating a fucking idiot who can't even know when someone is sick or not." He said while glaring daggers in your eyes before he sighed more to himself "Why did I put myself so low to be with you?"

The moment those words left his mouth he immediately widened his eyes in realization before he looked at your hurt yet shock expression. He knew already all about your insecurities, he knew that sometimes you thought you were too little for him even if it was the exact opposite... yet he said those things.

"... (Y/n). I didn't meant that." He tried to extend his hand but you quickly took a step back away from him.

"Sorry." You said between gritted teeth as you tried to hold back the tears "But I don't want to hear it. Not anymore."

He didn't even blinked and you were already out of his office, even despite his shouts for you to come back, you didn't.

He growled out loud before propting down against his chair and resting his forehead on his gloved hand with a sigh.

You were just being childish. You knew already all about his personality and such. He just needed to give time for both of you to calm down to later sorta this thing out... maybe if he sended a precept to buy something for you would ease his issue a bit...

Returning to his work was a struggle since the only thing that sticked to his kind and made his heart clench in a horrible way was seing the hurt in your expression and the tears threating to escape from your lashes....

He growled in displeasure as his worry grew at seing another room of his house without even the sign of his lover.

No one in the base neither saw you after that petty discussion. And he was almost even expecting the damn rooftop to see if he could find you at this point.

Normally he would think that he would sound pathetic at calling your cellphone, but he was actually worried at this point.

It ringed for a bit as he walked around in the house and shortly after he scowled at hearing the ring of your cellphone coming from you guys shared room... so you were going to do that huh?

He growled again, scratching only a bit his arm before placing his cellphone back on his pocket. Noticing Chrono walking towards him he immediately arched his eyebrow, demanding answers from his commurate.

"She left."

"How and why didn't that good for nothing stoped her?" He growled while Chrono shrugged. "Where?"

"We... have no idea." He gulped a bit at the way those golden orbs darkened at his words while he turned and walked away.

He was close to his own room before he saw Pops enjoying a cup of tea on the living room. The elder, noticing his sucessor looking at him, mentioned with his hand for Chisaki to join him on the living room.

"My boy you surely surpassed yourself this time." Teh elder commented while chisaki took a seat, the young man stoically watching his eyebrows "It takes a lot to anger my daughter in law." He sipped a bit on his black tea with a serious face "And considering that I know her less than you do... I can tell you didn't measure your words. At all."

He furrowed his eyebrows before scoffing and looking at the ceiling in annoyance.

"She came talking with you then? So mature..."

"Well, I came to her actually. After all, poor thing was crying rivers alone."

His chest tightened at hearing his mentor saying such things as he hesitantly looked back at the elder, eyes closed and cup still on his hand.

"So I take it you know where she is.." the elder nodded, still eyes closed.

"You got nothing to worry. She went to spend sometime on her grandparents house, so her safety is assured."

"You can't be sure of that." He hissed while Pops sighed, finally opening hiis eyes to look properly at Chisaki with a sympathetic frow on his forehead.

"Chisaki. I take that this girl is important for you. But you also dont measure your words and actions and even if by accident hurts her deeply." He grunted a bit to lift himself "My advice is that you don't just go barging onto her family's house demanding her back. I know you. Just give some time."

The young man glared daggers at the ground while he interlocked his gloved hands together, tensing up a bit at the hand of Pops on his shoulder.

"I know how much you value her, and didn't meant those words... But you always take things way too far Chisaki." He patted Kai's shoulder a bit before lefting the young yakusa boss alone on the room, alone with his thoughts and nothing less.

Three days. Three miserable days and you still didn't even dare to send him some message if you were even alive or not.

He took Pops advice, secretly hoping that by the next day you would appear amd apologize for being long for ao long... but that didn't happened.

He was way too prideful also to admit he was fucking wrong and to look after you like some desperate dog... he felt miserable and even more less patience with his subbordinates than ever, so much that he almost overhauled Rappa for only calling him 'overjerk' on his back... something that normally he wouldn't even mind to care neither bother to be irritated with.

With your absence it came also his longing for sleep. He wouldn't admit out loud, but you were the main reason he had so many good nights of sleep; without any warnings at nights or the constant night terrors he at the past chosed to ignore it.

The guilty was slowly building up after this, he only felt disgusting shivers and scowled when he remembered those words he spoke to you and even if he sat on his office chair he would see the image replaying like a damn broken CD....

He was rubbing his temple with both hand s as he tried to concentrate on reading the tax in front of him before a knocked interrupted his actions.

"Say your name and business. And I hope is something important." He growled before the door opened slowly, the minute he went to argue with teh poor soul entering he widen his eyes a bit when he saw you entering a bit hesitantly and closing the door from behind you.

"Hey..." you said awkwardly, eyes more interested om his bookshelf than anything as you rubbed a bit your arm.

He blinked a bit before he gulped the thick air stuck on his throat.

"Y... you're back."

"I guess." You said with a bit of discomfort in your voice, probably because ever since you entered he didn't took his eyes out of you.

He slowly pushed himself up to walk towards you, some inches apart from you as your eyes were still locked with the bookshelf.

"I... I am..." he scoffed at hearing himself talking "Apologies... I didn't meant any of those atrocities, but it doesn't either erase the pain you must have felt on that time... neither me admiting will heal this, I know..."

You finally looked at him and this time it was his turn to avert his eyes from you, ashamed of his actions and the way he made the person he cared for deeply feel.

"... I should have at least told you where I was expending, I heard taht you were worried-"

"No, no." He interrupted, lifting one of his palm in gesture as the other one rubbed a bit his temple "You at least told Pops about it... neither was a obligation."

"... you mean that?" You asked, while.he looked at you in confusion "Your apology, you mean it?"

"... of course." He looked a bit down, eyes furrowed while glaring at the floor "The last thing I want is to dissapoint or hurt you... yet, I did and do thsi constantly without even noticing it...

You sighed a bit, opening your arms to wrap them around your lover carefully, feeling his body tense at the contact immediately but surprisingly relaxing shortly minutes after.

When he felt your slung coming in contact with his he swore he could feel his heartbeat almost exploding and body erupting into flames... he didn't had noticed that after three days he came to crave to feel again that angelic touch of yours on his rough skin, merely taking all of his discomfort and unpleasant nights as only annoyance of your actions...

"For you to apologize it takes a lot..." you squeezed him bit while he let out a rather shaky breath and awkwardly wrapped his arms around your midsection "I thought that you were just simple going to ignore or let go of it.."

"I couldn't." He said while brushing his fingers through your hair as he rested his head on yours "Yet you even accelt this apology...?" He frowned at feeling your nodding on his neck as he tightened his embrace on you "I will make it up... trust me angel. I will."

"Looking forward to it..." after what felt like years, he felt at ease at feeling your lips in contact with his bare skin, forming that sweet smile he came to love.

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #overhaul headcanons #fanfic overhaul #overhaul #chisaki kai imagine scenario #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader #chisaki kai #kai chisaki #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha #my writing #zuffer writings

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Ani Re-read: Book 2 Pt. 2

“We’re still learning about thought-speech. We know there are limits on how far it can be ‘heard.’ But we aren’t sure what the limits are.” Does anyone ever? Does K.A.A know? Because these kids constantly fly together and have to be flying separately. So the reach has to be longer than however big Chapman’s house is, right?

Sooo... how many controllers have secret rooms in their homes? Because, like, that’s a big project. I don’t question much how the yeerk pool was built. But having a secret basement in all high-ranking controller’s homes? All the construction workers in this town are probably controllers.

“May the Kandrona shine and strengthen you.” ... I really love that, not gonna lie.

“It was a hologram, I knew.” I guess the yeerks upgraded to zoom premium. For just $59.99/mo you too can have your boss virtually come into your home to yell at you.

“And when the Council of Thirteen is angry with me, I am angry with you.” Okay, I LOVE to read about yeerk bureaucracy.

“‘What a ferocious little beast,’ Visser Three said approvingly.” And so the tales of Visser Three the Cat Person begin. Up next he’ll move from house cats to tigers.

“But [Visser Three] was not a creature who made impetuous decisions.” HAHAHAHAHA.

“Claws and teeth and ferocity mixed with subtlety to manipulate creatures larger than itself. A worthy creature.” Okay, most accurate description of a cat ever. But also! Guys! Get Visser Three a cat!

“I fed you his brain and made you my lieutenant. But I can suck you back out again if you fail me. Would you like to see what happened to the last fool who failed me?” Anyways, unionize the yeerks.

OH NO, I’VE MADE SO MANY COMMENTS AND I HAVEN’T EVEN GOTTEN TO MELISSA. Okay, enough about yeerk politics.

Okay, but like. There apparently exists a creature in the Yeerk homeworld who evolved SPECIFICALLY to suck yeerks out of their host bodies. Think about that for a second. (I’m not saying it’s improbable, just very disturbing.)

“That Andalite-controlling scum... I wish the Council of Thirteen would find out what kind of a mess he’s making on this planet.” Okay, I know I said I’d stop talking about yeerk politics, but come on, this is golden. And also I forgot how early we get into it.

Okay, but this scene? Where the Chapmans use endearments for Melissa, but there’s no feelings behind it? Oh, my heart.

“This was the kind of horror that made you cry instead of scream.” Yeah.

“Melissa sat down on her bed and began sobbing.” D: same tho

“What did I do, Fluffer?... Why don’t they love me anymore?” Oh, baby. Oh, honey. You precious child.

(I’m crying over Melissa but also a little bit over Rachel understanding that the atrocity of the yeerk war runs way deeper than they know.)

“Jake put his hand over Marco’s mouth. ‘People? And I use that term loosely. We need to decide what we’re doing next.’“ Whoever said Jake isn’t funny (me), is a liar (also me).

“Marco’s voice always cracked when he mentioned his mom.” BABY.

“... Jake was about to say something impatient. And I was feeling the same way, like Marco just needed to deal with reality.” YEAH, RACHEL. THE REALITY THAT HIS MOM IS DEAD AND HIS DAD FELL APART AND IF SOMETHING HAPPENED TO HIM, LIKE, DIE IN A BLOODY WAR, HIS DAD WOULD FALL APART.

“But Cassie put her arm on Marco’s arm. ‘Don’t ever let any of this get in the way of spending time with your dad.’“ dhfjfgkdsdgui I love Cassie so much.

“I hadn’t told anyone about Visser Three telling Chapman to kill me.” GODAMNIT, RACHEL. But, okay, I forgive you this time. Pls go comfort Melissa.

“What are you going to do, turn into a flea and ride on my back?” HAHAHA.

“It was a dark and stormy night. Sorry, I’ve always wanted to write that.” Rachel, you fucking dork. I love you.

Okay, so. Iniss is just sitting there, doing nothing? Maybe they’re arguing with Chapman? Replaying old memories or movies? Like, yeerks are not boring. They enjoy human activities. idk, maybe Iniss only lives for bureaucracy.

“I’m a flea... I’m on your back.” HAHAHAHA. But also, Jake. you almost blew her cover.

“Do you know how tiring it is to have an uncooperative host?” Oh noooo. A person who refuses to be enslaved?? Fuck you, Iniss.

They’re. Fighting. For. Their. Daughter.

“‘I didn’t notice you.’ Melissa stepped back like she’d been slapped. ‘But Daddy, I was crying.’“ .... I’m not crying. Nope. Not crying.

Okay, but the entire scene where Rachel’s trying to get Jake to leave because she doesn’t want him to be killed as well? Yeah.

“Fear is like a worm inside you. It eats you. It chews your guts. It bores holes in your heart. It makes you feel hollow. Empty. Alone.” Hmm. Yeah. TOTALLY needed that before I go to sleep.

“On the edge of absolute panic, I let the cat mind take over.” Maybe one day I’ll right an essay about how the animorphs use their animal minds to escape.

“I had to die in this body, and take my secret with me.” She is SO scared, but always putting her friends before her. How do people hate her?

“I agreed to surrender my freedom... but only if you would spare my daughter.” “If you harm my daughter I will fight you. I will fight you forever.”

*deep breaths*... Not crying.... Okay, SO:

Chapman became a controller to save his daughter. But now the yeerks don’t give her any affection. So she thinks her parents don’t love her. When in reality they love her more than anything in the world. Enough to put up with such mental anguish. This freaking, series, man.

Also. Now I’m going to talk about voluntary controllers. (SPOILERS FOR FUTURE BOOKS)

The thing that bugs me is that there’s no clear distinction between voluntary controllers. As in, Chapman will continue to be referred to as a voluntary controller. Which, like, technically he is? But also, no. Chapman is not cooperating with the yeerks (voluntaries in #1). He is not willingly bringing in more recruits (Taylor). Or using his resources to help them (Joe Bob Finestra). All he is doing is not resisting. He’s not fighting. Which by the way, is a fight that he would lose anyway. By this logic, Tom almost became a voluntary controller because he agreed to stop fighting if the yeerks spared Jake.

Also, the Sharing members. People who accepted to become full-members without realizing what it meant until it was too late. Yeah, you know who did that? Tobias. In MM4. And instantly HATED himself and never accepted the yeerk. Yet, he is still called a voluntary controller.

Even Taylor, y’all. She was a vulnerable girl who went through a horrifying, traumatizing experience. And the yeerks exploited her vulnerabilities It is the people that are ostracized by society that get targeted by the yeerks. And, look, obviously the solution is never “I’m going to help enslave society”, but I doubt most people even know what they’re signing up for. And later just try to survive, The Sharing is literally a cult. (And also, Taylor later regretted becoming a voluntary controller)

I’m not saying that the animorphs are unsympathetic, because they’re not. They understand that the yeerks are manipulative assholes. I just wish that the term “voluntary controller” wasn’t that broad because it’s a little more complicated than “evil people who betrayed their species for power”.

END OF SPOILERS.

Is this the first instance of taxxon canibalism in the series? Or did it come up in the first book?

So, yeah, the earthmovers were a complete deus ex maachina.. I’m not super mad about it, honestly.

Rachel left Melissa a note!!! Lovely.

Okay, so final thoughts: I really liked this book this second time around. Not that I didn’t like it the first time, but one, I read the series out of order. Two, it’s not a huge mission book. And it’s placed between the first book and the first Tobias book, which is a HUGE book considering what has happened to him. But this book really gives us a more personal look on what the yeerks are doing to this one specific family instead of focusing on the bigger picture. And that’s powerful. Because as much as they’re fighting to protect everyone, they’re mostly fighting to protect their families and friends. At least at first.

(I would link the previous post, but tumblr apparently made it disappear. Can’t find it and I’m mad)

#warriorlid reads animorphs #animorphs #animorphs spoilers

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arisalty · 5 years

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i’ve been here the whole time singing you a song

This one-shot was made for @notveryglittery , whose birthday is today, so Happy Birthday!

Tbh I planned the basic outline and wasn't even going to introduce quite a few characters but I did and I went with it - I hope yall like it :) As this is my first time writing Royality, any constructive criticism is accepted!

lowkey want to plan something else for this now but also don't want to set another target just yet as im a bit busy and dont wanna overload myself :/ yikes oh well

Dani, Happy Birthday! Enjoy this Royality!

AO3

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Roman had noticed a few things lately. One at the forefront of his mind was that Patton Heart was really fucking adorable.

Of course, nobody could know of this. If anyone of his friends found out he would be screwed.

Yes, his whole friend group were gay (or ace, or bi, or pan or nonbinary) disasters, but they were also incredibly good wing-people, with a high rate of getting two people dating -- and Roman didn’t want to ruin the naturalness of their friendship.

And worse he couldn’t let anyone know that The Emperor had a crush. And by extension, that meant that he couldn’t allow his crime-fighting partner (and asshat of an older brother) to find out; Virgil’s tongue was always looser when donned with the costume of Poison Shadow. And the city would be in an uproar of the thought of The Emperor liking someone romantically- and if it ever got out who it was, it would put Patton in serious danger.

But Roman couldn’t help but notice the little smiles Patton gets when talking about some of the animals in the shelter he volunteered at, or the ways his eyes light up when he gushed about the heroes of the city.

The way his open gaze instilled a feeling of trust.

And dear lord it was not helping the gay mess that was Roman Kingston.

“Alright, shithead, what’s up with you?”

“I tell you and I’m doomed you insolent sloth.” The owner of the monotonous voice shot a glance at the prying sibling.

“Right. That’s really fucking useful to know.” Dripping sarcasm; the asshat was not only prying but also getting annoyed now! Yay!

“Oh, piss off. Let me be a disaster in peace.”

The elder stood, shaking his head, before walking to the other edge of the rooftop they were perched on.

“Hurry up! Today is a sparring day.” Virgil, seeing Roman making no attempt to move, pushed forward with his mind, pushing the darkest shadows up until they were able to slap Roman across the face. “Come on, idiot. The night isn’t gonna last forever!”

Grumbling, the man in his late teens stood from his position on the edge of the rooftop, reluctantly turning at the end of the roof, with sarcastic jazz hands at his sides.

And just like that, they were sparring. Virgil completely flattened The Emperor in 3 separate rounds before some sense seemed to be knocked into the dramatic hero’s head. The furious flashes of light and dark clashed throughout the area, silent except the heavy breathing of the men, and the jibes thrown between the space between them.

It was another while before they were tired, as their sparring took place at least twice a week- they needed to stay in shape even over their sports and workouts.

Roman sat on the edge of the rooftop next to his brother, slowly regaining his breath.

When the villain attacked, it was not appreciated by the two teens. They were tired and generally unwilling to have to use their already exhausted powers. Their fighting was lacklustre and they took any moment they could to stop and perch off railings or on rooftops.

Flashes of light across the night were brief but would warp the situation, allowing shadows, viscous as ink moved away in slow patterns, stalking the villain until finding it’s perfect time to strike, pushing the villain backwards, dragging them forwards then dropping them off the edge of the building.

Yet the villain didn’t waver in power. At a mere flick of fingers, the Emperor fell backwards, barely left any time to make a platform for him to stagger onto.

How were they going to get this person then?

“What does your immoral soul bother us with, foul villain?”

“Oh, nothing really. I was just bored, so I decided to mess around with these powers I earnt the other day.”

The pale blue light of the moon offset by the warmer glow from the Emperor's hand gave enough light to see fangs flash under the mask that covered the upper half of their face.

“Why set about destroying the city, fuckwad? Why not just, I don’t know, sleep, like a normal person?”

“Ew, no, sleep? That drains me more. Plus, don’t we all need to have a little bit of chaos in our lives?”

Roman could feel the eyes rolling in his elder’s head.

“What the fuck about us two says put together, dipshit? We’re fucking disasters!”

“My fair partner has a valid point. We are fucking disasters ,” Roman eyed the inky lattice forming under the villain's feet for a second before he continued. “We’re both messes of human beings in general- have you seen his room, it's an atrocity - and my room has far too much stuff that I am far too attached to get rid of. Then there's the point that we’re both doing this along with studying for school which in itself drains your energy and the final point is, well,”—the smirk thrown his way by Poison Shadow was all he needed—”We really aren’t all that dumb.”

Poison Shadow ripped his fist upwards, the shadowed lattice folding and bending around the villain, as the Emperor reached out and began to set the still fluid shadows. The cage kept the villain in, and finally, the villain showed some kind of emotion; fear radiated from their composure; arms wrapped around their torso, fist fiddling with their cloak edge, shoulders up to their ears.

Roman pitied the now much smaller opponent. Ego and expectations of power high in their mind with newfound strength ruled their minds. The Emperor turned away, patting Poison Shadow on the back as went after he silently checked his brother was okay with dealing with him.

As he crossed the bridged gap between buildings, he heard his brother’s cry, and then he felt himself flying backwards over buildings, body limp as a rag doll as his brain tried to comprehend which was up or down or the sky or ground. Once he finally stopped moving, he found himself winded and bruised and somehow not broken- though he felt it- on a balcony. With a very familiar curious face peering down at him.

Patton. Fucking. Heart.

It was his luck, wasn’t it? He’d get thrown about like an unused toy to be left in his worst state on the balcony of one of his favourite people in the world.

“Oh my goodness, are you all right? Is anything broken? Do you need some water, food, comfort?” The stream of babble poured from Patton, his pale blue eyes wide with worry, both searching his body to analyse for damage and keeping eye contact to calm the disorientated hero.

Thank goodness these powers strengthen my bones and skin.

“Uhm… I think… I’ll be,” The Emperor was interrupted by a fit of coughing, which he dealt with but rolling onto his front and slowly making his way to his knees. “Actually, could I, uh, have a glass of water.”

Patton nodded earnestly, and even through the lingering dizziness pounding in his mind, Roman could make out the curls of Patton’s hair reflecting the cool blue of the moon. The smaller figure retreated into the building, just as Roman felt a buzz in his pocket.

Pulling out the smartphone, he huffed at the once again smashed screen to read the text he received.

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:35

-- sorry dude didnt see that coming

-- dick had us fooled into thinkin he was subdued

--you went flying tho, it was kinda hilarious

-- i got it handled, he’s trapped until police arrive

Me - 11:38

--oh ok

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:39

-- u ok? Or do i need to pick u up

Me - 11:40

-- nah it’s cool i landed on a classmates balcony, just a bit dizzy

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:40

-- cool, dickwad, dont reveal anything

Me - 11:40

-- bold of you to assume i would

-- k byeeee xxx :)))))

Very Early Womb-mate - 11:41

-- :/

Patton returned, carrying the glass.

“I’m so sorry it took me so long to get back, my parents were wondering what happened and I figured you didn't want to be crowded so I just made up a lie and then they got me to do a quick job and uh— here.”

Roman took the drink, downing as much of it as he could, before stopping to try and stand.

“Tough villain, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess. I was knocked back ‘cos I was caught off guard. I thought Poison had got them - he was inside a huge cage, you see - so when he lashed out again after being subdued it surprised us.”

Roman looked over the city wistfully. The sky was clear and the air was fresh, with little to no breeze. Roman took this time to notice that Patton was wearing only his pyjamas and a zip hoodie thrown over the top.

“Do you need to help Poison Shadow then? It looked like you were thrown far.”

“Nah, Patton, he sent a few texts to say he handled it.”

Patton nodded in understanding, before cocking his head sideways.

“Wait, you know me?”

Shit.

Roman ran through his words and cursed at his loose mouth.

“Uh, oh yeah,” Roman coughed out, scratching at his neck, unconsciously picking at the skin. “You, uh, go to the same school as me. We’re in the same year, actually.”

You’re oversharing! The voice of his brother rang out in his head.

“Wait, really?”

God, Roman absolutely adored the way Patton’s eyes lit up, the tiny specks of green almost glowing in the natural light around them. Anything else and Roman might actually die on the spot. He just thanked his younger-little-dramatic-shit self and wanted to hide his and Virge’s faces from the world - at least Patton wouldn't be able to see his glowing red face.

“That’s so cool! I could tell you were a teen, I didn’t realise you were like, that close to me!” Patton waved his hands about excitedly, and that’s it. Roman felt like he was melting into a puddle. His friend was so cute, and he just wanted to hold Patton to his chest and treasure him and spoil him with cakes and serenades and movie nights.

Roman somehow managed to keep talking for a while, but he was going to go insane soon. He just wanted to give Patton a hug, goddamnit !

They were shook from their conversation by the door opening to reveal Declan Heart, whose eyes flew open at the visitor Patton apparently had.

“Oh my god, Logan, come out here,” he hissed out of the side of his mouth, mismatching eyes darting from the sheepish look on Patton's face to the city known hero on his house’s balcony.

When Declan’s twin cast appeared in the doorway, Patton waved, somewhat cheery, opposed to Roman’s more fidgety behaviour, his skin prickling under the gazes of the two older twins. He had only met Logan on one occasion, and he was intimidated, to say the least.

“Suprise!” Patton giggled, with jazz hands waving at his brothers, very different from the delivery Virgil would have given in this situation.

“I knew that there was a lie somewhere in your excuse earlier!” Declan’s quiet exclamation made its way into the silence, but this just made Roman more uncomfortable under the blank stare he was receiving from Logan.

"Well, I had to because otherwise, this ," — Patton waved at the group they had formed around the hero — "would happen and the last thing that needs to happen after being thrown really far and being bashed about is being crowded. Plus, this was my lucky day." Patton giggled, throwing a wink sideways to Roman, and oh no , Roman was a mess. He felt like spontaneously combusting while gripping his heart and dramatically dying on the floor where he stood.

Yet the only reaction to this was somehow a brief panic before a smile broke out and Roman was able to laugh along a bit.

"Patton, why, might I ask, did you conceal this from both me and Declan? I understand your point on crowded-ness but you also know of our fascination with the heroes and our possible future career paths."

Logan's words made Patton look down guiltily, revealing that Logan's words were true, but he fiddled with his bracelet on his wrist before looking upwards towards the elder twin.

"Because... Because I didn't want to?"

Patton then frowned, looking almost... angry. But not towards anyone- his gaze was at the floor, more as if he was angry at himself. Logan let a smile slip onto his lips, the same teasing smile once Virgil managed to wind up Roman.

"Valid reasoning. I know for a fact my excuse would be more or less the same."

Patton brightened up again, but Roman didn't have a chance to admire him again as Declan had burst out with an exclamation asking for an autograph.

This whisked away Roman's attention for a while, ending up in a selfie with the three with his magic glowing through his veins for proof of authenticity and various things being signed as well as a note Roman felt obligated to write to the Heart parents for their (unknown) hospitality.

He even got all of them to make a small piece of memorabilia for him to keep to remember them should he not be able to visit them again. Logan gave a small origami gift, Declan a yellow feather. In Patton's case, he had to think for a few seconds before his face absolutely lit up. He rushed a tiny, absolutely minuscule potted cactus, the plant itself being about the size of his thumb, to roman, with the most adorable and sincere face.

"Here! Take Ophelia - I grew her myself. That being said, it's probably best you don't have a feel of her , she's a bit prickly!"

A groan rumbled in Logan's throat at the pun, contrasting the chuckles from Roman and Dec, followed by the all too familiar buzz of Roman's phone.

Very Early Womb-mate - 12:56

-- What the FuCK you ass?? its been an hour or so what the fuck is taking you so long?????

-- mom's gonna start to freak, u need to get home as soon as u can

-- idiot

Me - 11:56

-- aksdflaksdhfkljkj what the fuck i lost track of time heck i'll get home asap

Roman shoved his cracked phone into a pocket and grinned sheepishly.

"My brother has warned me against impending doom known as my mother and her lectures if I don't return home soon. I thank you all for your lovely donations of memorabilia and allowing me to stay. However, it is nearly 1 o'clock and we have been out here an awfully long time. Farewell, fellow humans!"

Roman turned away, climbing over the railing and forming a golden step of light in front of him.

"Ah, right, that reminds me. We were sent up here to make sure you hadn't fallen asleep up here Patton. We got sidetracked though. Come on, Pat." Logan chimed.

As Roman was leaping away over steps made for him, he could faintly hear Patton respond about watering 'Candice' and 'Bobby', which he could assume were plants, before heading inside.

Roman luckily escaped with his hide when he managed to sneak in through the window just in time before his mom burst in, looking for him. He used the excuse of being on his phone as a reason for being awake - which did admittedly get his phone taken away - but at least he wouldn't have to listen to a rant.

And as he settled to sleep, he was caught up in thinking. Remembering. Adoring.

Yes, Roman was a mess, but at least tonight he could sleep easy after the beautiful image of Patton in the moonlight, playful glint in his eyes; him holding out a tiny cactus supplied with a pun; his excited face once he realised something interesting.

It wasn't much, but to Roman it was everything.

#i haven't added the italics on here #oh well #my writing #birthday gift #notveryglittery #dani deserves the world #royality #roman sanders #patton sanders #ts patton #ts roman #ts virgil #brotherly prinxiety

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Day 1: What have I Made Myself Into?

Prerequisite of Myself

I am still new to this place, it will be difficult for me to start. I know that I can do this because someone once told me “Only YOU can make YOU feel better!”

Today I am taking their advise, this person is special to me but in what way I will not tell you just yet. For those that find this blog, public diary, or whatever you want to call it be warned:

I do not and cannot apologize for who I am and what I have done for the entirety of the 23 consecutive years I have been roaming the earth. I say this because saying sorry for those things will not help me, the people involved, nor the situation in which they began. I do not claim to be grammatically gifted or knowledgeable in any way in particular as I do realize what run on sentences are and I do not care. I also realize I might have spelled Diary wrong on my blog somewhere but hey who’s gonna cry over misspelled milk? “With that being said”, lets get started shall we? To start off here I am irony, I think it, I live like it, and I sleep like it. By that I mean that I see myself as a sort of Comedian. A funny guy looking to make those around me nearly wet themselves as I subconsciously spout out puns or jokes as if it was casual to the conversation. which you, Reader, will also see in time.

I am a colorist as well, I love all colors regardless what I might say about somethings color. I might say a color is nasty, or dull, or even jankie but I still love it. I enjoy seeing the various visual flavors day in and day out. so while I am depressed do not think I am suicidal. I have had thoughts as such; shooting myself, stabbing myself, opening the car door on the highway, and so on. but have always decided not to act on them.. I have personal goals I wish to accomplish before I die. I will accomplish them and no one will stop me from it period. those will also come clear to you in time Reader. these intrusive thoughts come and go just about every day and are forgotten as fast as the creep into my mind.

I am a smoker, I admit to smoking weed and cigarettes. the cigarettes at the least are something I am not proud of. It is also apart of bettering myself, I have 2 cigarettes left in my car, I do not know for sure if I will smoke them on my way to work or if I will let them lay and remind me of the mistakes I made by purchasing such atrocities.. either way I’ll find out when I get to it. I smoke weed for my own selfish reasons, I am ALWAYS stressed, tense, full of racing thoughts of a variety of things, ALWAYS SOMETHING WRONG OR GOING ON. . . .

weed helps me slow my thoughts, ease my stress, relaaaax my muscles, and focus on 1-2 things. Lately its been re-watching Zatch Bell, still have 90 something episodes left tho! so plenty of time to kill there!

my habit of “relaxation time” includes driving to a nearby gas station, buying a pack of cigs, 1-2 bottles of soda, and sometimes a snack. I walk back to my car that I parked out of sight out of mind, load up some anime, and take a hit out of a bowl I named Jessica. I named it after an ex girlfriend, yes thats probably not a good idea, and no I don’t give to shits. I originally got it for her, at the time her and I were together I was used to using Baby Bong, a Bob Marley colored bong that was about 8″ tall or so. Or i would just use an apple... either way I got it on my way to our 2nd or 3rd date! at a place call High on the Hill. Pretty rad place if you live in in Indianapolis, IN. It have swirls of black, a fiery red, and a glistening yellow. it was $15 so I didn’t expect it to last too long. but so far shes lasted me almost a year now! but still, I’ve been thinking of my ex lately and I doesn’t make me feel good. makes me feel like there are many things about relationships I still don’t get and may possibly never understand. but Jessica was a wondrous women. she was a year maybe less younger than me I believe, she had dark brown hair that fell just below her shoulders. I can’t exactly remember the color of her eyes but I know I adored them. she had soft facial features and a cute laugh. she was about 5′6″ I think? I know she was shorter than I am but that only added to my attraction to her. she was slender, and moved without realizing how dangerous she was. She also had 2 children, she was technically homeless but was couch surfing when I matched with her on tinder. to be honest I almost swiped left on her, but something just made me swipe right. we hit it off talking about anime and video games and art. we eventually went to downtown Indianapolis to walk along the canal! sadly that night ended with my injured. I got a stress fracture from walking for 4+ hours... yeah dumb right?! but na this idiotic asswipe was injured bY FUCKING WALKING! still kinda beat myself up about it but hey, what can I do now? anyways we went for another walking date after that, then a movie date! we smoked weed a few times with her friends and learned about how her mother died when she was a teen and how her father wasn’t ever around and pretty much left her to her own devices... how her ex threatened to leak her nudes if she didn’t go on a date with him. ultimately I do not know why she ghosted me, I ended our last night with a usual text, something that was probably like “Have a good night babe {kissy face emoji}” or some bullshit. the next morning I woke she blocked me on facebook, snapchat, and on her phone. I panicked and tried messaging her regardless. frantically running all over my phone as it I was running all over in real life. I re-downloaded and opened up tinder and she was there. She hadn’t unmatched with me yet. I cried a bit and tried asking why she did what she did. I said we could work it out and talk things over. but it was no use.. I received no reply and sadly closed the app and lied in bed with my thoughts. there was one instance I think could have caused the issue but I also think from time to time that her ex blackmailed her and she felt she had no choice. and if that was the case and you managed to find this Jessica. Know that I do regret trying to get you to have sex with me that night at that apartment. I was selfish, and horny, and that still gave me no right to ask then think it was going to happen. It was also too early for us. we developed a sort of bond I feel, or at least I might have but I may never truly know how you felt about me. still I pushed it more than I should have when I should’ve just been happy to have been there playing Halo with you.

After that I fell, I fell into a hole I dug myself for the sole purpose of continuing to fall without stopping. but my friends, my GameStop family, my best friend.. they held on and might not know it but they were the ones that eventually helped me to get out of the dark place I fell to. I hadn’t known Jessica but maybe a month-month and a half. still one of the longer relationships I’ve had in a long ass time. on top of that I tend to be a bit overly emotional and overly attached... just makes me, me I guess. But still, I owe them everything for staying by me when I was down and when I was a bit irritated. It isn’t often I actually get Mad, I more or less feel frustration, or irritation vs actual anger. and realistically mad me is psychotic me. the last time I was angry was due to someone making advances at me when they were married with kids.. I wasn’t interested, she was, and I not only ruined her marriage, but I managed to get her fired (I worked with her), and get her a longer sentence in jail, as she was on work release. that was thanks to another ex of mine from waaaay back that happened to be their kids nanny. after I told my ex, we’ll call her Julia, what happened. she went to the husband and let him know. the next day instead of going back to the jail in her own car, this bitch was taken in the middle of her shift by local police, and before she was escorted out to the car I stepped out and looked at her in the face and I said this, “I told you before to not do what you were doing. I asked you politely, yet you ignored me. I hope you get what you deserve for being the piece of shit you are... your kids deserve better and you know it!” that I remember word for word... she touched my butt and grabbed my crotch and tried holding me from behind... no one and I mean no one does that to me without my damned permission... that is what I have for now, I might get on later tonight to add to it. but for now I must go to work... so long and see you again reader.

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jiangsspace · 6 years

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Words Like Daggers

He liked to wear some funny accessories to compliment his otherwise very fashionable ensembles. You had always been one to say what you had in mind. Never one to hide your true feelings.

“Do you have to wear such atrocities? No one can actually pull those off.” He would pout at your insults and turn his back on you, waiting for you to shower him with compliments and kisses. He knew you were simply teasing him, but every time it still felt as if you were sincerely criticizing his style choices. It would plant small insecurities in his head making your kisses feel like daggers and your apologies like droplets of water evaporating in thin air without a trace, invisible. Meaningless.

“You can’t say things like that.” He fiddled with his fingers unable to decide where to place them. “It hurts my feelings when you joke about these things.” His eyes were watering and you were hurt as well. You reached your hand to grab his, but he would only gently shake you off.

“I- I know I can’t take any of those things away. I’m so embarrassed.” You turned away from him to shield him from your cries, but it was too late.

Namjoon couldn’t bare seeing you cry, but he was equally as hurt. You stayed facing away from each other for a while. No one said anything. Only your small cries were audible in the heavy atmosphere.

“Y/N.” His voice was calm and he tried to keep it that way. “I know you never meant anything bad.” He coughed. Coughed and sniffed. “-but I don’t want to hear you saying things like that to me. They are hurtful.”

You could feel his presence behind you. He took hold of your broad shoulders and turned you around. Your eyes were puffy from the tears, but you were still the most amazing person in his book. Despite your way of words.

You pressed your face against his shirt and let out a deep sigh. All of the toxicity had to be dealt with here and now, and then you could move on.

“I don’t think I can go on. Your words haunt me everyday.”

Seokjin told you directly that what you had said had hurt him deeply. The room felt instantly colder and Seokjin wasn’t going to warm you.

“I accept the fact that the things I’ve been into lately aren’t exactly your taste, but that doesn’t mean you can just tell me I look bad.”

You knew he was right. You knew you had done wrong. Apologizing now would seem too dull. You would have to earn his trust again.

“I won’t stand in your way… if you want to leave.” Your voice was shaking and you wanted to curse the forest goblins for it.

“I’m glad you said that. Now I don’t have to.”

Yoongi had been keeping his feelings to himself, not telling you how he actually felt.

“Even if it’s just jokes”, he began. “Would you really think I wouldn’t get offended?”

The embarrassment was too much and you felt terrible. Yoongi had made sure to drag you down and use his tongue to hurt you. And he wasn’t finished.

“I’ve been hiding my true thoughts because I don’t want to be that whiny boyfriend, but there has to be a line for everything. I’ll be staying at Seokjin’s.”

“Stop crying.” His voice was cold and eyes even more icy. He hated tears and useless crying.

“I really am sorry for everything.” Your apology was too weak and it rang to Hoseok’s ear as just an excuse. He didn’t want to be played again. Not by you.

“No. This is over. I need my partner to support me. Not tear me down.”

Jimin thought you had always been serious when insulting his fashion choices.

“Jagi, that’s hurtful.” Calling you like that felt weird. You were still crying your back turned to him. Your face was buried in your hands and you were clearly trying to stifle the cries.

“Maybe what we need is distance from the situation. You’ll get time to think about what you did, and I’ll have time to process my thoughts and stuff.” He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted. He needed love and support. You were only one of those.

Taehyung hadn’t realized at first, how hurtful and wrong you had been lately. Only after Namjoon and Yoongi told me how he shouldn’t be taking that kind of talk from anyone.

“How come I didn’t see what you were doing?” He scoffed. Hurt more by the fact that he had been so ignorant made your crime seem less important. He wanted to leave and process everything but your cries were almost winning him over.

Jungkook was old enough to realize this was bad for him. He didn’t need the members to tell him this was bad. He had realized it by himself.

“You can’t say things like that. To anyone. This needs to stop. Now.” His voice became firmer by the sentence. His words stabbed like daggers. They were tainted. “Crying isn’t going to fix things.”

You knew he was acting tough to stop the pain. He was going to walk away from the situation.

And with those words he walked out the bedroom door, passed the living room and put on his shoes. He was going to ask someone else to come get his things. He needed to get out. Leaving you behind wasn’t easy, since there was still some kind of love between the two of you. He was going to miss the talking and the silences but staying in a relationship with bad feelings was not worth the late night talks.

You stayed in the bedroom, your cries already dying down. He was lacing his shoes when your figure stepped through the threshold and stayed to lean against the door frame, watching him put on his shoes. He quickly grabbed his keys and headed for the door. With his back turned to you, he contemplated whether he should look at you for one last time. Seeing you teary-eyed was probably going to be the last thing he was going to see before stepping out that door. He was going to take that chance.

that moment when you realize that the text size varies from member to member… not intentional tho

picture and inspiration acquired from @letters-from-alex

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ghostie-hoe · 7 years

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MY THOUGHTS ON 7x19 'FAREWELL MY LOVELY'

OMG I LOVED THIS EPISODE AND I NOW HAVE MANY SUSPECTS MAINLY EZRA AND CALEB HOLLYYYYY SHIT PLL 7x19 REWATCH - Very predictable that Aria was able to save her ass and retrieve her keys before that cop saw the body and dragged her tiny lying butt to jail. - Ezra dragging the girls to the ground, pointing out that they've all made mistakes they have to live with and Aria is no different. This episode was lacking a snarky comment from Hanna or Alison shading Ezra for being a lying, stalking predator. (I can dream, I just want them to say it out loud again!!!)!!! It's my aesthetic. - Directly after a scene where someone hid Aria's keys in the trunk of her car along with the body, Caleb mentions Aria having spare keys???? Caleb has been so shady this episode like, my heart couldn't take him being AD, just for the fact of Hanna, her reaction would destroy my soul, I mean she's targeted the most and Halebs love seems the most pure:((((( - pie????? And the Alison Varjack / Holly Golightly reference???? HELLO EZRA, I SEE YOU - Mary Drake is my favourite. I actually love her Idc - wtffff? We waited so long for that classroom scene only for it to be a gas leak related dream Emily had???? Wtf Marlene really does know how to disappoint - Why cant Emily tell Alison she loves her? I mean Emily is the one that has been pining over Alison for years and Ali has said it twice, but Emily can't seem to say it. Marlene just sort your ships out ffs - 'You have an alibi, you're in the clear' at what point did Aria speak to Ezra about this little prize AD gave Aria? Hmm hmm or should I say, the prize he gave her. - Are all these scenes of team Spahaleb together to make us as viewers forgive Marlene for the ATROCITY THAT WAS SPALEB??? The whole situation wasn't fair on any of them. - Can we just talk about that Mona and Caleb scene for a second, it's like when they were talking over coffee that time and seemed very comfortable around each other. Well, in that scene or was almost as if Mona was expecting Caleb, as if he were the one she were meeting with. The way Caleb takes control and literally gives Mona a order as if being at an a team meeting. - wow there's a secret passageway between the three crows diner and where Charlotte was killed. Ironically, Caleb knows exactly where to look hmmm - Oh Ezra aren't you just the biggest hypocrite "I think they gave up the right to be your friends." Well Ezra Fitz, I think you gave up the right to roam freely after breaking the law and involving yourself with two minors, one of which you built a relationship with on lies, stalked, lied and manipulated whilst writing a book about the other. You my lovely predator can't say shit. - Ezra my masters degree In American literature will help me dispose of a body so that the police won't find it and trace it back to either of us Fitz. Can you please dispose of yourself in prison now thanks - THE BODY IS GONE???? WHAT A SURPRISE???? NONE OF US SAW THAT COMING... HUH EZRA..? - Wow what another disappointment. Honestly Marlene should get an award for the biggest disappointments. We all really wanted that kissing rock video to have some relevance but nope we can't have that - AD DOESNT GET MESSAGES, THEY SEND MESSAGES. IS CALEB HINTING AT HIM BEING INVOLVED. OMG OMG THERE ARE SO MANY EZRA AND CALEB CLUES ITS LIKE THEY COULD BE SECRETLY IN CAHHOOTS - Have I ever mentioned how much I love Troian the director, producer, writer and actress???!! Have I ever documented my love for her talents and screamed to the rooftops about how much this woman deserves the ultimate happiness in life and millions of Grammys?????? - ITS PROBABLY JUST TROIANS ABILITY TO AMAZE ME WITH HER ACTING SKILLS BUT THAT SPALEB SCENE WAS .. sweet - Alison apologising to Aria. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. QUEEN BITCH ACTUALLY APOLOGISED 👏 👏👏👏 - STOP. MAKING. MENTALLY. ILL. INDIVIDUALS. THE. VILLAIN. WE. WOULD. NEVER. HURT. ANYONE!!!!!! - UMMMM IM REALLY IMPRESSED WITH VANESSA RAY'S ACTING IN THE MONA VS CHARLOTTE CONFRONTATION SCENE. LIKE IM LIVING FOR IT. AND DID I MENTION HOW FABULOUS JANEL PERFORMED IN THAT SCENE TOO. ALSO MONA HAULED HER ASS OFF THAT ROOF LIKE MY GIRL IS STRONG. BUT WHY DIDNT WE GET TO SEE IT??? AND WHY IS THE BELL TOWER SIGNIFICANT TO THE SHOW I MEAN, CECE WAS LITERALLY SHOVED BY ARIA OFF IT AND IAN COMMITED SUICIDE THERE??? - Mona's the most intelligent person on this show. When the doctors and Alison were blinded by Charlotte and believed that she was getting better, Mona had doubts and she knew that Charlotte wasn't sorry, she knew that Charlotte was going to start the game again and I seriously don't believe that Mona had any intent on killing Charlotte, just wanted to scare her. - 'Not only did you lose the game, you lost the story' Why does this seem to me that Charlotte is low key hinting at stealing Charles's story thus not actually being Charles???? I hope. Please Marlene - Mona is so precious. I'm so in love with her. I want to protect her. - 'She went back to a safe place. Where she only had to worry about you being mean to her in the cafeteria.' - Spencer throwing shade at Alison again 2k17. I'm here for it. This also sticks out to me considering they have been shoving this kind version of Alison down our throats since she came back in season 4, and it could totally hint towards the whole Alison we seeing now isn't actually Alison, reminding us that the bitch still exists - EZRA MONA AND CALEB. THE A TEAM HMM - The relevance of the body being buried in the fake Charles one to me, emphasises Charles being alive and not CECE. Also lmao they go to leave and Tanner turns up. And then Mary drake makes the ultimate sacrifice and CONFESSED TO BOTH MURDERS BUT TANNER JUST FUCKING LETS THE GIRLS LEAVE EVEN THO SHE CAUGHT THEM WITH A SHOVEL LMAO WHAT - These bitches get away with everything and I'm so fucking done with it. Lock them up. Kill them. I'm done - SASHAS ACTING IN THE SCENE WHERE MARY CONFESSES TO KILLING JESSICA HAD ME CRYING LIKE SASHA IS SO GOOD AT PORTRAYING EMOTION - don't ever try to convince me that Mona vanderwaal doesn't love and care about Hanna Marin. Mona would sacrifice everything for Hanna, and although I love Haleb, IM HERE for Mona and Hanna running away together and having Vandermarin babies ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ - AS A MEDIA STUDENT I REALLY LOVED THE END SCENE WITH AD DRIVING OFF INTO THE SUNSET BUT WHAT BITCH WANTED TO LESVE ROSEWOOD THIS EPISODE??? EZRA PREDATORY RAPE FITZ THATS WHO

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bwicblog · 7 years

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AH: ⋛⋋ it ⋌⋚ AH: ⋛⋋ is ⋌⋚ AH: ⋛⋋ TIME!!! ⋌⋚ AH: ⋛⋋ https://youtu.be/Woeao_ZLlR8?t=31 ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ ur welcome ⋌⋚

MN: thE fuck did .I just walk into

AH: ⋛⋋ magic. ⋌⋚

MN: that looks lEss likE magic and morE likE somEonE nEEds to lay off thE mEad

TT: shouldn'T you be busy (\/)rushing on your besT friend bird boy TT: lololoplololololololololo

AH: ⋛⋋ um???? excuse u???? ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ i dont have a crush on caelon thats dumb ⋌⋚

TT: you TT: heard TT: me TT: nerd TT: bird

TT: youre dumb

AH: ⋛⋋ ur dumb >:v ⋌⋚

TT: no you

AH: ⋛⋋ also MN u wouldnt recognize magic if it was right in front of ur nose ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ http://taimatrolls.tumblr.com/post/139073378698/edward-glock40-hands-finally-this-meme-gets-an ⋌⋚

MN: .I. rEcognizE thE magic of intErnEt mEmEs

AA: omgggg, that shit is classic.

AH: ⋛⋋ hell yeah!!! ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ finally. ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ someone who understands tru beauty ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ ;v; ⋌⋚

AA: y. only one flaw: therne's, like, zerno birnbs, dude.

AA: so lemme ftfy.

AA: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=-TcLxlkc2pA

AH: ⋛⋋ dyhfcjfkg ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ lmao ron ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ like if u cry every time ⋌⋚

TC: Lemme smaaaaash

AH: ⋛⋋ no ron ;< ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ go find becky :/// ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ http://taimatrolls.tumblr.com/post/133649685023 ⋌⋚

TC: You wa~t sum fuk?

TT: This is The dumbesT sTuff ive seen and i've seen rikkin in person

AH: ⋛⋋ i guess u havent seen urself in the mirror lately then lmaooo ⋌⋚

TT: yeah i have and i am beauTiful

AH: ⋛⋋ (=v=) ⋌⋚

TT: even when i am asleep on sTarla's (\/)ou(\/)h i look fanTasTi(\/)

AH: ⋛⋋ so u dont mind if i post those snaps here then ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ (ov~) ⋌⋚

TT: i mean sure, i am jusT hoping ThaT you donT geT Too jealous

AH: ⋛⋋ why would i get jealous??????? ⋌⋚

TC: After~oo~ drama - ! love !t

TT: be(\/)ause i goT To be (\/)loser To sTarla Than you were able To geT To (\/)aelon duh

MN: oh .MY. god thE mEmE magic is too strong MN: no .I.m out .I. haVE to kick somEonEs ass byE

AH: ⋛⋋ ???? ⋌⋚

TC: OOOOOOHHHH

AH: ⋛⋋ what u cuddled her? ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ big deal ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ ive known her for sweeps n shes kinda cuddly to me too nerd lol ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ besides, why would i be jealous of u when i got a face like this just saying http://68.media.tumblr.com/40772c20bdf201449fb18ddc8d14d4de/tumblr_oatnerlI131sjachbo2_400.png ⋌⋚

TC: The gree~ o~e has a po!~t, they're adorable

AA: !!

AA: !!!!!!

TT: and i am adorable Too i am jusT Trying to find my phone

AA: omg, arne you the kid frnom the alley?? >:}

AH: ⋛⋋ (~vo) ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ ... ok first of im not a kid just bc im short!! im almost 8 ⋌⋚

TC: A small l!ttle w!ggler

AH: ⋛⋋ second of all idk??? who r u??? ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ ur just jealous im younger but still more beautiful ⋌⋚

AA: i am supern fucking wounded you obvs did not google my shit. like, supern supern wounded. like, knife thrnough the pumpbiscuit wounded.

TT: http://i.imgur.com/PoQgD4B.png TT: yeah i am sorry buT There is more Than one horse in This (\/)uTe ra(\/)e okay TT: and i am in The lead

AH: ⋛⋋ ???? ⋌⋚

AA: ~// HELLO CITICINS!!! \~ AA: ~// THE SPARK IN THE NIGHT HAS RETURNED AGAIN!!! \~

AA: ~// (Hi! Who are all of you? :D) \~

TC: Who the fuck

AH: ⋛⋋ i still win taskur get lost bye ⋌⋚

AA: siparna!! duh. AA: unless yrn anothern fluff topped grneenie. in which case, _lmao._

AH: ⋛⋋ and uhhh??? i mean i meet a lot of ppl in the alley- ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ OH ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ ITS U ⋌⋚

AH: ⋛⋋ :DDD :D :DD ⋌⋚

TT: hey (\/)an you guys shuT The fu(\/)k up and pay aTTenTion To me

AH: ⋛⋋ no ⋌⋚

AA: ~//I PAY ATTENTION WHEN I WANT TO PAY ATTENTION!!!\~

AH: ⋛⋋ and my name is rikkin uvu ⋌⋚

AA:~//Cool I'm Tallow :D \~

AA:~//Does anyone here like Supertroll\~

TT: i haTe all of you

AA: ~//Wildfire spots his newest archenemy\ ~ AA: ~// The likes of which can almost be compared to the aquatic atrocity \ ~

AA: see, i know a rmiccin, so I was like: nnnn that is T Ö T E S not the name, and AA: uH. >:}

AA: dnw, tt, i think the pupa likes you.

ID: let's pay even less attention to tt and pay attention to me.

TC: H! S!para

AA: ~//I'm not a pupa I'm 6 shut up\ ~

AH: ⋛⋋ omg ⋌⋚

TC: Go away Hadea~

ID: hmmm.... nah.

MD: Dude no that's still pupa age. AA: ~//Who asked you!!! >:C \ ~

AH: ⋛⋋ brb i gotta check on the food ⋌⋚

TT: ki(\/)ks dirT everywhere

TC: Gasps

AA: SDLKosdfhsdfkjf;sdf jldfskjlkjlkjlJ AA: sdlkjFSDLkAHAHAAHHHH AA: ~//THE VILLAIN HAS TRIED TO CUT OFF MY LINE TO MY ALLYS!!\ ~ AA: ~//THIS IS WHAT I MUST DEAL WITH IN MY HEROIC PURSUITS!!!\ ~ MD: Or you could try not playing dumb wriggler games in public chats MD: That works too

TT: (\/)hill

AA: arne we all rnoleplaying now?? AA: bc i'm outies, holy shit.

ID: as a guy wearing fairy wings right now.

TC: I roleplay that ! have a soda

ID: i can say you're all losers.

AA: ~//What \~ MD: What

TC: !s th!s how you do !t

AA: ... did you make a hat forn yrn lusus??

ID: no, asshole is getting enough love. people keep fucking feeding him.

AA: and n, n, you gotta say I DUMP THE CAN ON TC'S HEAD AA: duh.

ID: instead of me. it's a fucking travesty.

AA: they'rne feeding him and yrn not stealing the food??

AA: ~// Why are you a fairy? \ MD: Why are you wearing the wings in PUBLIC???

AA: wtf, it's like yrn not hungrny at all. f a K e.

ID: i don't eat hay sip.

ID: i'm fae as fuck right now.

ID: peeps keep asking me to make them wings though lol.

MD: Tallow I think we should lea:ve AA: ~// Why??? >:C \ MD: Because you're too little to hear about this AA: ~//AM NOT!!! \

TC: ! stop AA from dump!~g the ca~ o~ my head a~d the~ dump !t o~ the!r head

TC: Yay, we're roleplay!~g!

AA: ~// Wait what??? D: \ MD: Not you, dumbass.

AA: fucking success. see, we'rne prnos now. AA: beeteedubs, I totes meant TT. wtf all you peeps got TS for??

MD: Was any of that actual words.

TC: Do~'t make fu~ of S!para

MD: I'm not. MD: I'm asking what language Sipara is speaking.

ID: sip get to the faire already. =>:I

AD: oO hiiiii~ Oo

AD: oO it's looking very red in here today~ Oo

AA: I'm like an hourn out, fuck offffffff.

ID: red is best so.

AD: oO well red is very pretty so! Oo

AA: come out and fight these cullbait fucking drniverns so they'll stop drniving like they'rne petting theirn goddamn lusus with both hands, and, like, we will be therne S Ö Ö N E R. >:}

ID: tell them the fucking fairy prince will have their heads. =:P

AD: oO pfffft what Oo

AD: oO are you a fairy princess now Oo

ID: prince.

AA: n idk, ad, but you can lrnn2rnead orn stfungtfo, ikwim.

AA: >:P

AD: oO well i'd love to learn to read Oo AD: oO but i don't think you sound like a very good teacher! Oo

AD: oO but my sincere apologies for dishonoring the fairy prince Oo

AA: girnl, i am the best schoolfeed evern, soz. >:} AA: and yyy, good, will shout out abt the fairny prnince next time someone rnefuses to pass.

AA: strnike F E A RN in theirn H E A RN T S.

ID: on it.

AD: oO yes of course Oo AD: oO you cannot pass through this Oo AD: oO the court of the fairy prince Oo AD: oO who is really very scary! Oo

AD: oO may his sparkly powder sprinkles spell your demise Oo

ID: i feel like i'm being mocked. =:P

AD: oO of course not sir fae Oo

ID: good. because like. having fins is just as weird as having wings.

AD: oO hehe Oo AD: oO if you say so~ Oo

ID: totes did. is anyone here actually at the fair yet.

AA: phern is at the fairn alrneady, he got therne, like. yesternday?? AA: bc he does not believe in nornmal shit like S L E E P I N G.

AD: oO i just got here! Oo

ID: i'm having a hard time finding him. but then i haven't looked at a map. because stalls are distracting.

AA: his boytoy might be therne too, idefk. >:} uhh. prnobs the mossball.

AA: .. idk anyone else.

AA: call him!! AA: orn go chill with bubbles. strnangern dangern, whassat.

ID: i am having my stranger danger meter filled already, no bubbles needed.

SS: (I want it on record that texting and driving is, like, extra terrifying when its on a vehicle that definitely requires both hands to steer.) SS: (And on a totes unrelated note, I think Sipa might be anglin to kill us both! (\quq/) )

ID: what a way to go tho sip. i guesss i should call pheres. see what my getup is going to be.

AD: oO did you at least remember to wear your helmet Oo

TC: Psst Hadea~, what w!ll you be wear!~g there? ! wa~t to f!~d you so ! ca~ stuff po!so~ !vy dow~ your sh!rt

ID: that's implying i'll be wearing a shirt!

TC: Oh that makes th!~gs so much eas!er!

ID: =:P just enjoy the fucking faire and try to have fun for once.

ID: without hurting someone.

ID: you fucking weirdo.

TC: God ~o

AA: W E H A V E A R R I V E D.

ID: finally.

AA: don't sass me, brnah. therne was trnaffic. AA: and lal squalling in my flaps, A N D on my phone. AA: did you know he texted me to say, i was going2fast??

AA: like, stfu, stop starning at the speedometern and look at yrn damn phone. >:P

ID: i am all sass. i am the s a s s i e s t.

AA: n, soz, p surne that goes to prnisma.

ID: prisma isn't here to defend the crown so i rule. =>:P

AA: wherne you at, anyway?? AA: turns out i totes lied, btw, phern was off doing goth shit and not at his booth at A L L.

ID: no fucking wonder i couldn't find him. i'm at the shopping area.

SA: someone said my name.

SA: I woke up from my nap specifically becauseof this.

SA: I'm joking, my clairvoaynce is not that strong.

ID: are you at the fair yet?

AA: but is yrn clairavoyance??

AA: >:P

ID: i hope you didn't nap through your stop.

AA: .. how the fuck did you nap aftern drninking coffee??

AA: cappachino. w/e.

ID: maybe caffeine doesn't afect prisma too.

AA: i think he fell asleep again. so, like, obvs it doesn't. >:}

AA: orn else he needs to pourn morne down his chute.

SA: Sorry, I was unpacking. I am at my hotel now, actually.

SA: The caffiene only worked for so long.

SA: I will... change soon, and then I will go to the fair.

SA: Yes?

AA: yyyyyyyy.

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