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sunny6677 · 1 year

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October

(A Spooky Month AU Series)

PART 6/CHAPTER 6: A Nightmare.

Summary: A 19-year old Skid ends up moving back to his old town for the sake of nostalgia. But he finds himself surrounded by familiar faces.

TWS FOR CHAPTER; NIGHTMARES, DENIAL, BLOOD, TRAUMA, MISCOMMUNICATION, GRIEF.

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Skid would lay upon upon cushion of his bed, as sleep began to take over his mind, and the shadows of the night mercilessly taunted him as if they had been almost real living things. As he softly went into the deep shadows of slumber, he'd grumble—thoughts and flashes of horrifying faces appeared in the vision of his eyes that had been shut, this had always happened anytime he tried to sleep and had been anxious. Alas, he kept himself laying down, and faintly recalled the last few moments he ha spent here as a child.

He could recall the day before he went into the Orphanage, the day after he had fought with Pump verbally—he hadnt known then that Pump had meant it when he said he didnt want to be friends anymore, and had only hoped to himself that Pump would eventually forgive him for whatever he did. He would walk along the streets, exploring the town one last time before he had to leave until he had been "adopted", as June had put it. Innocently, his child-self had wondered if that was a word that had to do with his mom, that maybe she'd come for him once she had returned from being this thing called "dead'". Innocence was pure bliss, but a chain; and he had been its addicted prisoner.

Frank had given him several ice-creamd that day, and he had been grateful, though his stomach hurt severely as he licked and licked at the sweet material of the cold frozen cream that had been laced with milk slightly. "Take it, kid," Frank had said, "It's all yours." Skid was grateful, or at least he thought himself to be. But even so, it felt lonelier without Pump standing there to have some ice cream too. Frank had even asked where Pump had been. And in order to prevent his friend from getting into any sort of trouble or confrontation, he had just said that he felt like being alone that day.

As he wondered the streets, he had passed the gang of bullies who used to torment him and Pump—Roy, surprisingly Ross, and Robert. He was hunched over, hoping they wouldn't mess with him ths time. He had been surprised when they hadnt said anything as he walked off into the dark town, but had been dissapointed slightly when he heard Roy call out to him. As he turned around, Roy and the other two had walked up to him.

"Hey, i'm sorry for what happened to your mom, dude." Roy had said. "Yeah, dude—are you gonna be okay?" Ross had said. "I'll I'll fine," Skid had said with a forced smile, "she'll be coming back soon.. right?" Skids expression slightly faltered when all three of the boys had looked at him with a face he hadnt ever seen them look at him with before. The boys had tried to explain she wouldnt be coming back—and Skid had forced himself to remain calm the entire time they spoke of what happened. 'Dont say it. Stop saying it. I dont want to think about it!' Skid had begged inside of his mind mentally. Skid hadnt minded their comforts, yet even so, the way they looked at him—he didnt know why, but he hated it. This had been the first time he had discovered that he.. didnt like people being worried for him.

He had remembered what Kevin had said to him once he had gone to visit the candy store for the last time, and unexpectedly, he gave him that same expression people kept staring at him with. He hadnt been grumpy like he usually was, and had only calmly spoke to him as Skid hesitantly spoke to him. Kevin had asked where "the other one" had been, though Skid did not dare to answer. Alas, Kevin only pulled out a bag, and asked him how much candy he had wanted. Skid appreciated the gesture, and had only picked out a select few. He didnt think he'd ever see Kevin being so kind before, he had always been so grouchy when ir came to himself and Pump.

Streber hadnt done as much as the others had, but when the two happened to run into eachother on that day, he had knelt down and allowed Skid to talk with him about how he felt about the whole situation. Skid had begun to cry shortly, venting out his feelings and about everything that had happened. He just wanted to go home. To see his mom. Streber only looked down at him with that same face everyone else had given him, an only hugged him, muttering the most comforting things he could.

Skid had remembered leaving, waving a goodbye to everyone he had recognized, and even though he waved to Pump whom had been in the crowd, Pump did not wave back or do anything. He only stared with furrowed brows and a slight pout, the mask being completely torn off—his arms had been crossed as well. Skid could only let his expression falter, and just deal with the pain of his friend possibly never forgiving him.

For whatever he had done. He still had not known whatever he had done. Even now.

Skid began to feel himself slowly drifting into sleep, and had only finally recognized the slow, sleepy yet quick feeling of.. dreaming. His eyes opened inside of this dream he had been having, and his dream-self looked around the oddly familiar interior, only recognizing it as Junes house once he had taken a better look around.

Then, he heard a small but familiar voice speak from below him, and was met with a familiar pair of eyes sealed behind a large pumpkin mask. "You—" The small figure had cried, "You liar!" It had been quite obvious that this was Pump from the very beginning of this dream. "You lied to me! You lied to her! Your—you always have been a liar, havent you?!" Skid hadnt said anything to the small voice for a few moments, only breathing out in shock; "Pump.."

"Your—Your a meanie, Skid!" Pump cried, "You—You dont care about anything, you dont care about me, you dont care about her!" His whining voice had began to shiver up and sound as if he were on the brink of tears. "I'm—n—no, i—I do care about you, Pump!" Skid had taken notice of his body suddenly becoming smaller, his dream-self had become how he used to look when he was a child, yet he ignored it.

"Yeah, right! I bet you only care about that spooky month, and I bet you only care about that dumb dance!" Pump hadnt done the dance this time, only stomping his foot in rage. Skid hadnt known why, but his body quivered with frustration right then and there, and he began to raise his voice in its volume; "Thats not the only thing I care about, Pump! Where is this coming from?! Why cant you just give me a real answer?!"

Skid had known this hadnt been what he had said, in fact, he had known how the argument had gone back then, replaying it over and over in his mind as regret filled hia chest. Yet even so, his frustration got the best of himself in the dream, and he had yelled anyway.

His face only stopped in horror once he had noticed the shocked look on Pumps face. That look—that look that Pump stared at him with the moment their friendship shattered into pieces. "You.. you meanie! Liar, liar, liar!" His voice began to become distorted as the voices of multiple people in his life began to fill his mind, and the room began to slowly turn a bright red as he covered his ears. Though he had only stopped for a moment, and noticed the body of his mother his brain had created for his dream, red all over her body.

"Why didnt you save me, Skid?" Her voice had been louder than the others, but still, it had been distorted as if she were some sort of demon. "Why didnt you do anything to help me?"

"Mom, i.." Skid breathed out awkwardly, he began to hear a heartbeat thudding loudly—as his mother began to chant along with the others, calling him a liar in unison. Skid collapsed to his knees in the dream, feeling himself beginning to panic from the inner torment of his mind.

He screamed inside of the dream, barely hearing his voice over the distorted chanting. He screamed so loud that he had barely noticed the ominous yet large shadow figure of adult Pump that appeared in his dream, and loomed over him so, slowly consuming his body—

"Agh! Aghh!"

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He screamed, and had woken up.

What had that dream been? It had been enough for him to begin to panic obviously. His heart was beating rapidly, and he had been hyperventilating. Clasping a hand over his chest, he mentally tried out the breathing exercises his therapist had given him, and of course, they had worked. But as he slowly managed to calm down, he could only stare at his wall, in a blank state of mind from what had happened.

He only began to let himself cry slowly.

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"Hes still mad at you?"

That had been what Lillith had asked him once he had gotten onto the phone with her, and he only sighed in reply. "Yes.. I dont think what you said is true anymore, Lillith. He—he told me he didnt want me around, he told me he didnt need me! He told me he didnt want me.. i—I dont know what I did wrong, Lillith.." Skid desperately cried as he took the waffle he had made for himself into his mouth and slowly chewed its surface, "I dont know why he hates me.."

"Geez.." Lillith said, "Thats a long grudge.." Skid only nodded, eating his waffle as he slightly pouted in frustration and sadness. Sadness had been all he had felt since he had argued with Pump, and sadness was what he was reliant on. Lillith sighed, and only went silent for a few moments. "What do you think I should do, Lillith? I dont know why he hates me.." Skid pouted, eating his waffle in a slow and depressing way, loneliness consuming his soul whole.

"Well, i dont know exactly what to do," Lillith sighed, "but this may be a misunderstanding still. You might have to somehow get him to listen to you so you can tell him what you intended on doing, whatever it is that you planned on doing—" Skid I then cut her off without meaning to; "I try, but then he gets mad and says I dont care about him or my mom because I smiled at him.. whatever thats supposed to mean."

"Why did you smile at him?" Lilllith asked.

"..I didnt want him to be sad. He was sad about my mom being dead too, so I didnt want him to feel alone.. so I smiled at him so he wouldnt worry about me. I wanted to comfort him, but.. thats when he got mad." Skid explained, sounding almost tired as a slunched over onto the couch. Lillith went silent for a few seconds, and spoke into the phone; "This may be more of a difficult matter of miscommunication than I thought.. is he in therapy?"

"..I dont know, I didnt ask." Skid answered.

"Well.. we might have to find a way for you two to understand eachother better, that way, we can solve this once and for all. I know you may not want to, but you may have to approach him again so you two can have a serious discussion about this. I'll.. I'll even go with you, if you'd like me to." Lillith offered.

"If you want to," Skid simply sighed, "then you can I guess."

Lillith only muttered something he couldn't make out, he had tried asking her what she had said, but then suddenly, she spoke once more—"That reminds me, what was that about the dream you had last night? You never really quite explained to me what it was about."

Skid had only muttered with a hesitant tone, "It.. Its not important."

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fandomwriterstuff · 3 years

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Getaway Car

Another plot-filled Rick Flag fic from me! I might add another chapter if this goes over well so let me know your thoughts!

~2.2k words

Rated T

You're the Suicide Squad's getaway driver and you're got a serious crush on their commanding officer, Rick Flag.

You were what one might call a liability in the operation. You weren’t a soldier under Amanda Waller’s thumb, and you weren’t a prisoner that she could threaten. You were purely there for the thrill at first. But you kept coming back for him. Rick Flag. The commanding officer of your dreams, a real hero. You weren’t sure if you idolized him or wanted to fuck him. Maybe it was a bit of both.

But as you sat in the car and eyed up the team sprinting out of the building, you skipped to your getaway song - Brianstorm by Arctic Monkeys - and revved the engine.

“Punch it, Baby!” Harley cackled as the three prisoners (plus Rick) slammed themselves into your vehicle.

You didn’t need to be told twice.

You thought it over as you narrowly evaded enemy trucks and sped down a dirt road. You were technically working for the law, so they shouldn’t need a getaway car, but they always were getting themselves into tight spots so you supposed it made sense.

It was a few minutes of beating drums, wild guitar solos, and Harley’s cackles as the playlist continued (House of the Rising Sun by the Animals came on just as you dared to slow down). You finally looked over to your right, and raised an eyebrow.

“You doing alright, Colonel?” You took stock of the dark, wet blood covering the left side of his face and the way he was cradling his right fist.

“Never better, darlin,” he offered you a signature smirk and you gave a nod before turning back to the road. You were on a main stretch now, paved and full of other vehicles. You’d likely lost your pursuers but it was your job to get away from them, so you kept an eye on the horizon behind you.

“How you always seem to be in the right place at the right time blows my mind, kid,” Boomer huffed a relieved laugh from the backseat.

“That’s sort of my job,” you replied in kind, smirking into the rearview mirror as you pulled onto the highway that would take you straight back to Belle Reve.

“You don’t talk about your job much though, I noticed,” he pushed and you rolled your eyes. You didn’t talk about yourself, and you didn’t talk about how you got into the getaway business.

“I like to have an air of mystery,” you caught the amused smile Rick tried to hide and brushed your hair back out of your eyes.

“What I’m wonderin,” he continued as if you hadn’t spoken, his accent coming through as he leaned forward through the gap between you and Rick. “Is how a pretty young thing like you got involved with a cold hearted bitch like Amanda Waller.”

You tightened your grip on the wheel (hopefully imperceptibly), and offered a light smile over to him.

“We’ve all got a past, Boomerang Man. Mine didn’t land me in prison, but I’m still here working for you weirdos,” you laughed and signaled your exit towards the Louisiana based metahuman prison.

“I’ll get your story some day, sweet cheeks, you’ll see,” he leaned back as you showed your identification to the guard and pulled into the penitentiary.

After you let the three prisoners off at their dropoff location (like a bunch of kindergarteners going to school), you pulled up to the employee parking area.

“You sure you’re alright?” You were quieter this time, worriedly glancing over at Rick again now that you were alone.

“Don’t you go worrying about me, pretty girl,” he pulled out all the stops with the cute pet name and the thousand megawatt smile, eyes warm and inviting. You were a goner, and you immediately dropped the subject. “I’ll see you in the debrief room,” you sighed after he’d closed the door and pulled the vehicle into your spot.

Another day, another debrief with that fucking psychopath Waller.

You smoothed down your jeans and t-shirt, you might work for the (wo)man, but you weren’t about to dress like a stuck up business person, or like a prison guard. You were too young for that bullshit.

“Baby,” Amanda Waller greeted you as you passed her into the meeting room. You hid your smirk, as you always did, when you took your seat. You’d forged all of your documentation upon taking this job, knowing that you didn’t want this woman knowing anything about your personal life. She didn’t know your real name, hell, she might not even know that Baby was your pseudonym. You sort of felt bad that you hadn’t ever told Rick your name, but you couldn’t risk it.

The debrief was a mess. You’d gotten out with the information the team went in for, but two out of the four of them were injured. Including the Colonel.

“Seems like the only person doing their job here is the fucking chauffer,” Waller spat before turning her eyes on a still-bloodied Rick Flag. “You can do better than this,” she spoke quietly before walking out. The others emptied out, leaving you leaning back in your chair, cotton candy pink Barbie™ t-shirt nearly glowing in the fluorescent lighting.

“I think you’re going to give her an aneurysm. She doesn’t know your identity and you don’t follow the dress code,” Rick had his eyes closed at the end of the long table, but he somehow knew you were alone in there together. You bit your lip. So she knew ‘Baby’ was a pseudonym. Good to know.

“She can’t get rid of me, she needs me,” you shrugged, nonchalant, but this was the wrong answer and you knew it immediately. You’d been working with Rick long enough to see the telltale signs of stress. Tightened shoulders, biceps bulging in his uniform, that vein struggling at his throat.

“You should be out there living your life, Baby,” his eyes shot open, darker than you’d ever seen them. “You shouldn’t be working yourself to death for Amanda Waller. Not like me and these guys. You don’t have a reason to be here,” you looked down, picking at the skull ring on your middle finger. You did have a reason. You were addicted to the feeling of being near Rick. You were obsessed with the way he spoke to you, the way he leaned in close when he was joking around with you, the way his eyes lit up when you made him laugh.

“I’m not about to tell you my life story in an audio and visually recorded meeting room,” you finally spoke, tone harsher than you intended. You stood, turned away from him and towards the door, your voice carrying as you exited. “You’re gonna have to buy me a drink if you want to get anything out of me.”

You didn’t look back to see the slack-jawed look on his face as you sauntered out of the debrief room.

You were in the deep swamp lands of Central Florida this time. Not your favorite place to be. You were blasting the air conditioning in the car as Stick Up by grandson blasted through the car stereo, your favorite angry song to listen to. This wasn’t a job you wanted to be on, but you had a contract and you were making money, and you got to work with Rick again, so it was alright. But it was a new team. Harley was out of jail and Boomer was injured from a prison fight. They were the two people you normally worked with other than Rick.

You had a gut feeling that something was going to go down, but you didn’t know what.

“Start the car!” one of the new members shouted and you frowned. The car was on already. But whatever, you shifted into Drive and waited for Rick and Co. to make it to the car. Only it was just the one guy. He hopped into the backseat and stared at you with wide eyes.

“What are you doing, get us out of here!” He was shouting but you aggressively put the car into Park.

“Where’s Rick? Where’s the rest of the team?”

“Dude, get us out of here!” The man was clearly panicking, and you glanced over at the building the team were supposed to infiltrate, biting your lip.

“Baby, why aren’t you moving?” Waller asked in your ear.

“It’s just the circus freak dude, no Rick, and no team members,” you replied calmly. “What are my orders?”

“Get us out!” The circus freak dude in question (you didn’t bother to ask his name), was bemoaning your existence from the backseat and you snapped. You jerked the center console open and pulled out your gun, pointing it back at him.

“Shut your mouth, or I’ll shut you up myself,” you put all of your fear, rage, and contempt into your glare, staring down the psycho prisoner just enough to put the fear of a woman into him, and he backed down.

“Colonel Flag is alive in there, but he’s the last one. Get in there, pick him up, and get out,” you grinned, shark-like at Waller’s voice. You could do that. You revved the engine, put the car into Drive, and hauled ass towards the building. You tuned out the moaning and wailing from the backseat and flicked the switch that activated your enhanced shields. With that in place, you drove straight towards the brick building at full speed. You could do this. You could do this. You hyped yourself up and didn’t flinch when the car made impact with the wall, immediately breaking through and skidding into a large open room. You looked around, assessing the group of men with guns pointing towards a closed door. Rick must be in there. You flipped another switch, this one with a gun sticker above it, and pulled at the steering wheel to aim the guns that came out of the front of the car. When all of the men finally turned towards you, you opened fire on them.

You’d killed for Waller before, usually by hitting people with the car, and while this was thrilling, you’d never had to actually use a gun on someone before. When they were all down, you pulled the car up, trying to ignore the crunching of bodies under the tires and opened the passenger side window.

“Get in the fucking car, Flag,” you screeched, and the door creaked the tiniest bit open. Rick peeked his head out, looked around for a hot second before locking eyes with you, and walked over before putting his ass in the passenger seat.

“I didn’t know the car had a gun in it,” he muttered, scratching at the back of his neck.

“Oh she has several,” the circus dude piped up from the back, and Rick side eyed you before promptly yelling at the other for leaving him behind. You took that as your cue to get the fuck out of there.

“You haven’t said anything in two hours,” Rick finally said as you entered Louisiana. He’d been on the phone with Waller for a while and then writing his debrief up on his phone.

“I’ve never shot anyone before. It’s a tad stressful,” you didn’t let on how nerve-wracking it had been to think you’d lost him, but you especially didn’t let on how freaked out you were about opening fire on a group of over a dozen men. You shrugged and kept your eyes on the road. He nodded in understanding. You didn’t want to talk about it. You appreciated his silence. When you finally dropped the circus dude off you had about six minutes before making it back to Rick’s dropoff.

“Baby?” He asked as you slowed down for a stop sign. You hummed in question, but he put his hand over yours, and you kept your foot on the brake as he shifted the car into park. You looked over at him, a frown on your face until he reached out and cupped your jaw with one calloused palm. His thumb brushed over your bottom lip and it felt like time wasn’t passing anymore.

“Thank you for coming back for me,” he murmured, and damn you thought he might kiss you. He didn’t, though. He tucked a stray piece of hand behind your ear, the feel of his fingertips caressing your neck made you shiver, and he smirked at the sight. It suddenly dawned on you.

He knew exactly what he did to you. He knew exactly how he was making you feel. That turned you the fuck on. He was teasing you.

“I think I’d like to take you out for that drink tonight, darlin. Maybe you’ll give me a good story. Maybe I’ll finally get your name,” he was so close to you, and god but you wanted to kiss him. But as you leaned in, he leaned back with a growing grin.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll get what you want, too,” he whispered before sitting back in his seat. “I’ll grab you after the debrief,” and that was him dismissing your advances until a later time. So, you put the car into Drive and pulled up to his drop off location. Luckily it had taken all day to get back to Belle Reve, so you’d only have to wait for the debrief to be over and it would be around eight at night. You’d finally get a drink with Rick tonight. You smiled to yourself as you pulled the car into your spot. Things would be changing.

#rick flag imagine #rick flag x you #rick flag imagines #rick flag x reader #rick flag #rick flag x female reader #baby driver inspired #dceu fanfiction #rick flag fanfic #rick flag fanfiction #rick flag dc #the suicide squad #getaway car

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 3 years

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Been thinking of FNF Swap AU stuff so:

Swap!Ruv: troublemaking hellhound who can't get into heaven nor hell

Swap!Sarvente: apathetic nun

Swap!Hex: doomsday bot that fears the day he goes back to his original precepts

Swap!Whitty: cheerful bombhead basketball player who attends anger management classes

Swap!Zardy: giant ethereal scarecrow who has a human skull inside his pumpkin head

Swap!Starecrown: guardian of an ancient labyrinth who determines who's worthy of entering via song

Swap!Garcello: mysterious and brooding homeless assassin who's hella traumatized

Swap!Pico: weed addict. Gives Swap!BF a "special herb" that makes them both hallucinate a colorful rap battle

Swap!Monster: smol Halloween fan who loves sour candy

Swap!Skid & Pump: conjoined demon brothers who are often in disagreement but share a love for spooky things

#clanspeaks #fnf #fnf swap au #swap au

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lastluvbug · 4 years

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Oh my god I read the one about Kalim’s suicide after waking up and got emotional all morning. The angst hurts but I can’t have enough of your writings. Can I have a continuation of it, with Kalim’s friends (the second years, the light music club, even Vil) after the whole thing? Like they try to go on with their life but it’s clear that nothing’s the same anymore and they miss the sunshine boy more than they thought they would? Thank you so much!

Toxins (Part 2)

Here we are, love! Hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Language, referenced suicide

Crying wasn’t like Cater.

But after Kalim’s school-held funeral, that was all anyone could ever see him doing.

Oftentimes, it was silent sobbing into his hands, makeup streaked and runny, hiccups stifled. Comfort did little to provide solace, as he’d simply wipe away the water still leaking from his eyes, smile, and pretend like nothing ever happened. By the outside... it almost appeared as if nothing had ever happened. He was still as camera addicted as usual, still attended class and mingled with his fellow students.

The only difference was perhaps the breaks he had to take between every period, when he’d run to the bathroom to clear his eyes of the built up liquid they’d collected, or maybe it was the way his laughter felt dull, robotic even, or the way he began eating bigger and bigger portions at mealtimes. No one batted an eyelash at Cater when he had to be wrestled out of the mess hall by Trey, who already had himself busy with tending to a Riddle Rosehearts who’d become increasingly strict in upholding the Heartslabyul rules once again.

The serene noiselessness that enveloped the Music Room seemed all but soothing, a vacant memory filled with empty afterthoughts of what it used to be.

Sitting before Kalim’s abandoned drum set, Cater stared at his foggy reflection in the suspended cymbals, inept hands clutching drumsticks that should’ve been used to make a song. Eyes slitted, Cater cried once more, beads of translucent agony dripping onto the forgotten brass.

“...Cater? What are you doing here?”

The ginger looked up stiffly, the lights flicking into action as he made brief visual contact with the last remaining member of his club, Lilia Vanrouge. The shorter tilted his head slightly, standing at the foot of the door, as Cater exhaled a breathy laugh like he’d been so accustomed to doing. “Lilia... I just... needed some time alone, is all. Nothing to worry about.” He grinned, betraying the droplets that formed pretty trails over his visage.

“It’s... It’s about Kalim, isn’t it?” Lilia prodded, voice low as he stepped fully into the room. He didn’t require a reply, as Cater’s sagged shoulders and clutched drumsticks revealed everything he wanted to say. Solemnly hanging his head, Diasomnia’s vice lumbered over to his grieving peer, placing a gloved hand on his shoulder.

“It’s not fair...!” Cater wailed before Lilia had even touched him. “Kalim, he’s—he’s not here anymore, and it seems like I’m the only who cares! He was suffering, so much... and I didn’t... didn’t have the brain to see it!”

Lilia’s wide magenta orbs locked onto the weeping boy, whose blood red diamond had nearly been washed away thanks to the water pouring over it. Kneeling, he gripped his shoulders firmly, forcing Cater to meet his stare. “Cater, you can’t blame yourself for this. You couldn’t have known what he was feeling, none of us could. It’s a tragic thing, to have lost someone full of so much light, but you have to understand that—“

“...You don’t get it either... didn’t he mean anything to you people?!” Lilia froze midsentence, his hands pushed away harshly. “Why? Why am I the only one who cries over him?! I didn’t even know him that well... but I don’t want Kalim to be forgotten! I don’t want to wake up everyday, knowing he’ll never speak to me again! Never make music, with these stupid sticks!” He lamented, tossing said drumsticks away, the carved wood skidding across the hard flooring.

Draping his palms over his face, Cater sniffled, Lilia speechless on his knees. Huffing a petulant sigh, the ages-old student spoke quietly, as if afraid to shatter the glass he knew he treaded upon. “Cater, in all my years... I’ve seen my fair amount of demises.”

“H... Huh?” Cater stopped, makeup-blackened tears ceasing as well.

“I’ve had to watch friends, loved ones, even family, fall. Some by the hands of fate, and some by their very own. And thus, I’ve seen how humans react when it comes to such occurrences. You aren’t the only one who cries over the loss of Kalim, I guarantee it.”

“Th-That’s...” He trailed off, squeezing his eyes shut. “That’s not true! Riddle does nothing but hole himself away in his room and behead people anymore! You can’t call that coping!”

Lilia stared him in the eye, words frank and pithy. “Cater, tell me, what do you think he does behind those closed doors? Why do you think he’s become so sensitive to even the smallest of mistakes?”

“Because...! Because...” Cater caught himself, finding that he had no answer to retort with. “...I don’t... I don’t know.” He responded after a pause, holding his head in his hands.

“This is Riddle’s way of coping. Kalim was a dear classmate to him, and now, there’s no getting him back. He’s gone, we have to live with that truth.”

“Then what about you?! Why aren’t you reacting at all? Wasn’t he a dear clubmate to you?” Cater shot, voice thick with emotion as he felt the weight of Lilia’s authenticity asphyxiate him.

“Simply because I know that wherever Kalim is now, he’s happy,” he smiled softly, folding his hands in his lap, “I didn’t know that Kalim was suffering so, but now he’s cradled by the arms that come past death. He can finally rest easy, the way he was meant to in the first place.”

Cater looked down to Lilia, glassy eyes widening to see the glittery tears that pooled in the corners of the other’s, a soft smile at his lips. For a split moment, Cater could see no one but Kalim as Lilia opened his arms, amaranth streaked hair and magenta eyes shifting into pure white and candy red.

Hiccuping, Cater fell from the seat before the drums and onto his knees, being carefully pulled to Lilia’s smaller, yet wonderfully soft frame. Hit like a bag of bricks to the stomach, misery stole Cater’s oxygen as he sobbed, clinging to Lilia like a petrified animal.

“Don’t worry guys! We’ll do great at the performance tomorrow!”

“Keep it up, Cater! You sound amazing, just one more practice song!”

“Oh, a picture? I want in! Haha, cheese!”

Kalim’s childish voice echoed in the room, the ghost of a caress against his cheeks making the ginger bury himself under his peer’s chin. He felt as if he’d never forgive himself for overlooking Kalim’s pain, every heartfelt compliment or encouragement from him becoming bland and tasteless upon the realization that they were all empty words, meant to fill him up with false courage.

“Cater, he may be gone, but as long as he stays tucked in here,” Lilia tapped on his head, stroking his messy orange hair, “the magic will keep his memory alive. That’s perhaps the best gift we can give him; the guarantee that he won’t be forgotten. Not as long as you, and I, remember him, right?”

Cater inhaled a quivering breath, nodding as he parted from Lilia’s warm arms. “R-Right...” He nodded, using the back of his hands to clear away his streaked makeup, leaving a smudged mess instead.

“Let’s get you back to Heartslabyul. It sounds to me as if you could use a little conversation with your dorm leader.” Lilia prompted, standing and offering his hand, to which Cater accepted.

“If I must... oh! I need to get those first!” He cried, spinning on his heel and traipsing over to the discarded drumsticks. “I’ll keep them safe for him.” He grinned, earning a sly smirk from Lilia, who now stood outside of the club room.

Joining him, Cater sent a glance over the lone drum set, replaying the times from when Kalim would lean over them with a smile, waving as he entered, guitar strapped across his back. It didn’t hurt any less, but it reminded him that somewhere out there, Kalim was waiting for him, for that day when he’d return his drumsticks.

Switching the lights off, Cater shut the door cautiously, heart simultaneously lifted and sinking as he left, those invisible hands drifting away as he strode farther from the Music Room.

<————>

Treading down the busy hallway felt more like wading through swamp water to Silver, each student seeming to obstruct his path in any way they could.

Heading by the open walled courtyard, the grey haired Diasomnia boy’s gaze softened, looking to the vacant blue sky holding the warm sun as it’s only attraction. Running a finger over the rim of his grasped textbook, Silver sighed out of a brew containing both frustration and awe, feet instinctively guiding him about the corridors as his mind wandered elsewhere.

Every single waking day had been the shining example of a picture perfect storytelling, like something that had hopped from the pages of a fairytale since Kalim’s overcrowded funeral. No rain, no clouds, just the pure sky and the giggling sun.

Silver had half of a mind to call it unfair, for a tragedy to be celebrated and honored with such weather. Though, he had to admit he didn’t know Kalim as well as he wished. The boy had waltzed into and out of his life with alarming ease, both of them sharing the same class together and bonding over their blatantly oppositional personalities. If it weren’t for Kalim’s persistence, Silver probably wouldn’t have even remembered his name, let alone dig himself deep enough to call him a friend.

After his passing, Silver’s academic world just went... dull, following the same drearily tedious routine, and beginning to fall behind in even the most basic of lessons, simply because he found it impossible to keep himself awake for more than five minutes at a time.

Kalim had been the one to help him in class, had been the one to discover how to shake him to consciousness, both physically and mentally. Whenever Kalim was around, Silver wanted to skip his unhealthily long naps, painstakingly addicted to the boy’s light that practically radiated from him, filling any room he set foot in with warm magic.

Now that he laid still, taken by the hand of never ending slumber, Silver felt blank, like he was caged in the perpetual state of an emotional reset that declined progression.

So lost sorting through his muddled mind, Silver nearly fell backwards as he slammed headfirst into something firm, making his eyes water as he rubbed the liquid away, a yawn escaping his throat. “Hah? What’s this?” Growled a scratchy voice, making Silver snap to attention. He came face to face with a brawny Savanclaw lackey, a freakish two heads taller than Silver, the student nearly shrinking into a ball at the murderous glare sent down his direction. “Ah, it’s one of those Diasomnia pricks. What, beating us to a pulp in Magift and trampling over our test scores isn’t enough? Now you gotta own the whole damn hallway?”

“H-Hey, I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about... If I could just—“ Silver attempted to reason, trying to get past the wall of muscled students, all bigger and stronger than him.

“You wanna play dumb now?” The other rasped, grabbing Silver by the collar of his uniform and lifting him in the air as he stalked dangerously close. “Listen here, bastard, just because my dorm leader tucks his tail at the sight of you doesn’t mean I’ll do the same! I have no idea who you think you are, but to me, you’re no better than baby cats who yip—“

“Alrighty fellas, that’s quite enough!”

Twisting with what little leeway available to him, Silver found the source of the voice to be Ruggie Bucchi, another member of the beastly dorm. “Ruggie? The hell do you think you’re doing?” The bigger boy barked, tightening his grip on Silver.

Crossing his arms and smiling slyly, Ruggie marched over to him, not an ounce of fear on his baby-face. “Look at him, bud. The poor guy’s practically shaking in his shoes! I think you’ve done enough to scare him, so put him down, you’re tarnishing the Savanaclaw name.”

“Enough? He ran into me! If I don’t threaten him now, then who’s gonna put him in his place later?!”

Ruggie clucked his tongue, floppy ears twitching in annoyance. “Let’s get one thing straight here; you weren’t threatening him, you were aggressively complaining. First, comparing him to a baby cat, which by the way, would be called a kitten, is neither intimidating nor masculine. Second, dangling him in the air like a doll proves nothing more than what you lack in brain, you make up for in brawn, hence why you’re practically a brick wall of muscle. Third, if you’re going to threaten someone, do it properly, you brutish simpleton.” Ruggie smirked, standing on his tip toes as he narrowed his eyes.

“Now, I suggest you tuck tail and scram before you show everyone here that you’re as composed as a bitch in heat.” He threatened, hands on his hips as the animalistic boy’s ears drooped, heeding the maliciously ingenious hyena and dropping Silver, who was close to choking thanks to the constricting pressure on his throat. Legs too weak to stabilize his body, he collapsed in a heap on the ground, textbook flying a few feet away, hacking his lungs out while trying to drink the sweetly refreshing air.

After the roughly uncivilized students scampered off, whispering curses and profanity Ruggie scoffed at, he huffed, bouncing over to Silver and extending a single gloved hand. “Um... you okay? They didn’t hurt you, right?” He asked.

Spluttering into his elbow, Silver took the hand, brushing the dust off of his black school suit and suppressing the yawn that fought to rise in his newly released esophagus. “...I’m fine. Thanks for the save...” He bowed awkwardly, avoiding the shorter’s stare. Without anything left to say, he stood turning away. “See you.” He sluggishly bid, starting to leave.

Ruggie was inches away from letting him go, until he tossed his glance to the floor, noticing the thick book fallen face first a few steps from him. Scooping it up, he flipped through a few of the pages, hoping to find something interestingly personal before returning it to the original owner. What he found was... beyond what he’d imagined.

It was a history textbook, the very first page carrying Silver’s signature, a cursive so intricate, it bordered calligraphy with all of its whorls and intercepting lines. At a glance, it didn’t look anything worthwhile, a few scribbled notes here and there but nothing out of the ordinary. Secrets weren’t revealed until Ruggie flipped to the center of the book, his normally neutral face contorting out of shock and intrigue.

The writing on the edges of the paper, where the fine print of knowledge past left indents and gaps of white space lay, were little notes penned in two vastly different handwritings, one quite obviously belonging to Silver. The other was unrecognizable to Ruggie, but reading the script was what led to him the creator.

“Silver-kun, Silver-kuuuuun! Did you hear what Trein said? I was too busy doodling!!”

“Kalim, you’re going to fail the class if you keep nodding off, y’know.”

“Yeah, I know I know..... but at least I stay awake most of the time!”

“Pssh, so mean, using that against me! Sit with me at lunch today, and maybe I’ll share my notes.”

“Oh! Alright, Silver!”

Ruggie was blown away by the authored conversation he stumbled upon, reminded of the distance growing between owner and eavesdropper as he sent a startled look up from the book. “H-Hey! Silver!” He called, having learned the sleepy Diasomnia student’s name.

The other paused, looking over his shoulder to watch as Ruggie weaved through the river of people, holding out the textbook once he’d managed to stand beside the grey haired. “You dropped this back there... it is yours, isn’t it?” He asked, feigning an ignorance Silver doubted.

“Yes, thank you very much. But... how did you know my name?”

“Eh, you’re from Diasomnia. I bet the whole corridor of people here know your name.” Ruggie waved, almost sweat dropping.

“...If you say so. Thank you for returning my book... I’ll be out of your hair now.” The other sighed, tucking said book under his arm while wearing an expression that simply felt subdued.

“Ah—wait! I’m pretty sure you’re a second year, can I walk you to class? Wouldn’t want to run into someone again, right?” Ruggie wasn’t given a verbal response, only a hitch in Silver’s movements and a mild nod.

With his arms fanned out from his head, Ruggie walked alongside the enigmatic teen, who remained eerily silent, his hazy eyes and apathetic stare giving him the hint that he was lost deep in thought, a thought that must’ve been distasteful. All too altruistically eager to break the silence, Ruggie brought up thr only topic that seemed to occupy anyone’s mind. “So... you were friends with Kalim?”

Silver flinched, directly halting in his tracks, eyes hidden by his overgrown bangs. “W-What... What did you know about him?” He asked, the flow of students never once ceasing around them.

“I... well, other than the fact that he was rich... not much.” Ruggie admitted, fiddling with an ear.

“That’s it? That’s all you knew about him, even as a second year yourself?”

“Wait, how did you—?”

“He talked about you like you were some kind of idol. He talked about everyone that way.” Silver whispered, eyes still hidden. “He was what everyone wanted to be, the only real person here who didn’t carry any ill intentions for anyone. Even that Viper, who used him for what? Years?” He continued, hands clutching the fabric of his shirt.

Ruggie had nothing to say. What could he say? Kalim, to him at least, was a fun acquaintance, a buddy he’d occasionally fall back on for spare change or home cooked meals, of which were made by Jamil Viper, the Viper that Silver was quite obviously placing the entirety of the blame upon.

While drama wasn’t something Ruggie was aiming to stir up, the hyena had to admit... he didn’t find anything Jamil did to be wrong. Kalim had ideas, grand as they may be, but he hadn’t the skill or the focus to execute them, pushing the work onto Jamil and Jamil alone. Ruggie saw no problem with the vice using his talent the way he did.

“I wonder how he feels now... knowing that he’s the one who drove Kalim to such measures. But... I can’t say I’m any better. How could I have been so ignorant...? I may as well have damned him to death too, watching him deteriorate every day. Watching him... fake that cheery smile, and never doing a thing about it.” Silver seemed to be working himself into a craze, hands covering his ears as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Hey, don’t take this on yourself y’know...”

“Why not? Tell me Ruggie, why. Not? My ignorance is what killed him, and now, I have to sit through class after class after class of reminders. Reminders of how I failed my duty to—“

“Geez, you’re annoying,”

“H... Huh?” Silver froze, finally opening his eyes to meet Ruggie’s cheeky grin.

Ruggie offered no explanation as he grabbed a hand, dragging him off through the hallway. “I may not be the best at comforting, and I’m certainly no Kalim, but... I think it’ll be okay. That’s what he liked to say, right? Yeah, he’s not here anymore, but are you really going to let what he believed in die?”

Struck speechless similarly to his rockstar guardian, Silver gaped like a fish out of water, silently allowing Ruggie to pull him along. “He knew there was good in everyone,” Except himself, Ruggie thought, but had the brain to hold his tongue, “he’d want you to move on, to love in his place. This, what you’re feeling now, is the farthest thing from what he wanted. So... you should smile. You can live without Kalim, you’re stronger than that.”

Ruggie stopped, a few steps away from Silver’s designated classroom, holding his clutched hand up as he spoke, smiling gently, like he actually believed the speech he by chance strung together. Still, any excuse for a better hope was a good one to Silver, so, he ducked his head, forcing out giggles that after a minute, ended up too real. “U-Uh... did I say something funny?” Ruggie stammered, eyes wide in confusion.

“No, it’s just—“ Silver let go of Ruggie, lavender eyes shiny with the aftermath of laughter, “—you remind me of him.”

Ruggie flushed, turning red to his ears as he spun away, covering his mouth and pretending to cough. “Y-Yeah, sure, whatever. Come on, let’s get you to class!”

Chuckling, Silver sped up to close the rapidly growing space between them, running a clammy hand through his argent hair. In complete honesty, he meant what he’d said.

Albeit too assiduous and orderly to be a carbon copy, Ruggie held one same trait that so painfully reminded him of Kalim; his confidence. While Kalim was a leader, Ruggie preferred to follow. While Kalim was extravagantly grandiose, Ruggie was self-effacing and simple. While Kalim had dreams of far off lands and magic carpet rides, Ruggie stayed firmly planted on the ground.

But for certain, the one thing they both shared the same substantial confidence to just... be themselves.

And it was that confidence that made Silver wish to cling to Ruggie, protect the light that he failed to do before.

“Oi! Silver! You coming?” Ruggie called hands on his knees as he waved from further down the hall.

“Hm? Oh, yes, yes I’m coming!” Silver smile back, having realized he stood alone in the middle of the passage. Once again dashing to join the hyena, Silver made a vow, a vow that no one would hear other than himself.

“I promise Kalim, I’m not forgetting you. I’ll never forget you. But this time... this time I want to do things right.”

<————>

The rushing of water from the tap was the sole sound in the Mostro Lounge, accentuated only by the brisk chill that followed the lifeless restaurant-esque space.

It’d been that way since morning, the hollow flooring catching the footsteps that walked over it and tossing the sound against the walls, creating an echo Floyd Leech didn’t think was possible, what with the amount of furniture and decor lined about. Switching off the water, and the only audible commotion in the lounge, he tossed himself onto a stool before the polished bar, setting his hat aside as he laid his head within his large, white gloved hands. A sigh escaped him as he threaded his fingers through his deep teal hair, almost feeling as though he was glued to his seat.

Despite the deafening quiet that would blow any normal person’s eardrums out, Floyd closed his eyes, heavy from premature exhaustion, and heard not the empty silence, but instead voices. More specifically, he heard Kalim’s voice; his cheering, the laughs and giggles that seemed reserved for Floyd and Floyd exclusively, even his sobs after he was thrown across the desert by one of his trusted companions.

Swimming through the sea of his memories made his eyes burn with an indescribable solemnity, his hands tugging rather roughly at his hair as the memories grew into a thousand pictures behind his shut eyelids, each of them painting Kalim an angel in all of his bubbly optimism. And while Floyd was naturally agile in water, even he found himself drowning in the sorrow that replaced a past stemmed from charm and delight.

Broken like a hammer through glass, he was all but ripped from the isolation of his over imaginative brain by the doors of the Lounge being thrown open, the conversation of the two welcoming themselves in drifting over to his sensitive ears. He paid them no heed as he slumped on the bar counter, inexplicably cold while heartache whittled away at his chest.

“Ah, Floyd. Jade and I were just discussing, and there’s been an alarming drop in the amount of customers attending— Floyd?” Azul faltered, cutting his debriefing short as he noticed the state of the lithe eel.

Hunched over, head collected in his hands as he carded his fingers through his hair, Floyd looked the model of a kicked puppy, not a trace of his carefree smile on his lips. Beyond confused, Azul turned to Jade, who simply folded his hands and smiled politely, mincing over to his brother.

Jade didn’t need to do too much investigation to find the source of Floyd’s troubles, already knowing full well that the reverse of his brother’s attitude was a byproduct of Kalim Al-Asim’s death. The funeral was what sealed the transformation, Floyd’s laugh disappearing altogether as he turned away from the outside world, whether he was aware of it or not. Most days, he tucked himself away in the Mostro Lounge, polishing the same glass until in could be used as a mirror, or staring blankly into the distance, becoming especially clingy to both Jade and Azul. Any prodding was met with a lackluster response, any attempts to push him towards re-venturing back into the convoluted world of society with dejected refusals.

Sitting in the stool beside the mourning boy, Jade reached out, settling his hand on Floyd’s back as the other jumped at the touch. “Floyd?” He asked, earning his brother’s familiar glazed attention.

“Jade...? Oh, Azul, too... I’m sorry, did I do something wrong~? You guys look like you’ve seen a ghost...” He laughed unimpressively, placid smile not quite reaching his dual colored eyes.

“Floyd, please explain what is troubling you. I hate seeing my brother this way.” Jade pleaded, leaning on a fist as he expectantly stared at him.

“E-Eh? Where’d you guys get that idea from? Hehe, I’m alright, Azul, Jade.”

“No, Floyd, you’re not. As your colleague and friend, I ask that you indulge us on your turmoil.” Azul chimed in at Floyd’s nonchalant display, years of memorizing his roller coaster-like moods revealing the cracks in his façade.

Drooping defeatedly, his smile vanished as he fell onto the counter, tracing imaginary shapes into the smooth marble. “I... I miss him...” Floyd whispered, only audible because of the noiselessness.

Jade perked up, sharing a pitiful look with Azul before rubbing circles onto Floyd’s back. “You’re referring to Kalim, correct?”

The other nodded, sighing heavily as he hazed blankly at the positively reflective surface below him. “It’s—I just can’t... wrap my head around the fact that he’s gone... Sea Otter is gone, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it.” He said quietly, the sting in his eyes returning as he swallowed thickly.

Azul tipped his hat as Jade’s circles ceased. The passing of Kalim hadn’t particularly affected Azul, as ashamed as he was to admit it. It, at the very least, was supposed to attract more customers, in need of a distraction in the form of fine food and drinks. But for Floyd to have lost his spark... the cogs in Azul’s brain couldn’t comprehend how the two had even managed to become close after Jamil’s overblot.

“I remember,” Floyd started, sliding a thin finger over the edge of the counter, “how he used to laugh at everything. Sea Otter was so energetic~! Always bouncing to and fro, like a hyper little siren. When did... when did that all stop? Why did it all stop? Is it a curse from land-dwellers to feel this way...?” Floyd asked his friends, seeking genuine answers to his inquiries.

“Floyd, what you are feeling is grief. You are mourning over the loss of a... a comrade.” Jade hesitated, speech for once unrehearsed.

“But he was more than a comrade to me, Jade! I didn’t feel so... out of place with Kalim. He embraced the world around him, in all of it’s cruelty, with open arms. I don’t get it! He—he... he...!” Floyd wavered, hand reaching up to prod at his gold eye, which now spilled thin water over the rim of his cheekbones.

He was... crying? Why was he crying? Wasn’t that something said to be impossible for merfolk to accomplish?

“Hey, Azul... what’s this?” He asked with a joyless laugh. “Am I melting...?” He smiled bitterly, the current dribbling down in an irritatingly slow pace.

Not half a second was given to Floyd before he was enveloped by two arms, in all of their lissome strength. Azul couldn’t think of another thing to do; he’d never seen him genuinely cry before. “No, you’re not melting, Floyd.” The hug was stiff, the tallest eel’s hands on the edge of his seat while water scattered about.

“I’m scared, Azul...” he whined, sniffling. Jade flinched, the downright hopelessness of Floyd’s tone striking a place in his heart that nearly brought him to tears as well. “I can’t—I can’t lose you two. I can’t. Please, promise you won’t leave me, like Sea Otter did?” The very thought of being alone was enough to bring Floyd to trembles, was enough for him to toss away his pride as he looked to his brother, his friend.

Moving as swiftly as the flowing waters of the sea, Jade lifted himself from his seat, twining his arms around both Azul and Floyd, most of the focus turned towards the latter. “Don’t be ridiculous. As your brother, it is my responsibility to always be by your side. Always. The death of a friend doesn’t change that, nor will anything else.” Jade soothed, pressing his forehead to Floyd’s.

“Ah, Jade is right. While I may not share familial ties, I believe it is my duty to stay with you two. After all, who else would have the impertinence to stand up to your spontaneity, Floyd? Certainly no one from around here, I’ll say that much.” Azul added, earning a chuckle from the comforted.

“So... it’s a promise then? You won’t leave me?”

“Never,” Jade and Azul replied confidently, successfully sealing off the last of Floyd’s tears as he used his gloves to soak up the excess.

Finally returning the hug with ten times the force, Floyd sighed out of relief. Though, he still felt the incomparable pang of gloom over the loss of one of his companions, the twang was cushioned by the soft words of his near-family, their eager reminder that even if their world was changing, they’d have one another to rely on.

Nothing could replace a life, Floyd knew that eerily too well, but that doesn’t mean that he couldn’t move on. It might take a week, it might take a year, but as long as he still had them to guide him, then maybe the pain would ebb away in a matter of months.

With their promise written across the slate of his heart, Floyd let his laughter splash across the lounge.

Some part of him felt that if Kalim could see him, hear him right now, he’d been laughing too.

<————>

“Roi de Poison, may I come in?”

“Door’s unlocked, Rook.”

Granted access by the curt invitation, Rook welcomed himself into Vil’s room, having returned from yet another rowdy wrangling session of dealing with Epel. The blonde was expecting to see his dorm leader fussing over his presentation, either in the form of reestablishing his blade sharp cosmetics, or redoing his naturally flawless locks. Instead, he was met with a scene that broke his fully enchanted heart, the magical symphony in his ears screeching to a halt.

Vil sat at his elegantly carved vanity, a thick book with yellowed pages flipped to somewhere close to the center spread before him, twisting an equally as golden bottle in his hand while the other tousled his loose hair, free of it’s usual braided crown. What perhaps made Rook double-take the most was the all natural look Vil wore, the tips of his nose and ears dyed an unhealthy red as not a smear of makeup hid the semi-wet trails reflected in the spotless mirror.

“Vil? Fairest, what ever is the matter?” Rook inquired hastily, skidding over to the beauty’s side and kneeling before him, feathered hat temporarily set on the floor while his head of canary hair still rose beyond the edge of the vanity table. “Vil...?”

“Do you know... what this is, Rook?” Vil asked out of the blue, holding the golden vial to the light.

“...If I had to guess, I’d say that would be an antidote.” Rook responded, having studied nearly as hard as Vil on the subject of poisons and cures.

“Correct. This... This is the antidote that could’ve saved him. I could’ve saved him.” Rook could taste the burn of Vil’s self doubt, the blame he took upon his shoulders as he desperately tried to look into Vil’s lavender irises.

“Non, Vil. It’s been said before, and I’ll not stutter when I say it again. You cannot control anyone but yourself. What Kalim did was of his own volition, you could not have done a thing to prevent it.”

“Do not lie to me, Rook Hunt!” Vil shrieked, rattling the table after he slammed his fist onto it. “If it weren’t for the poison I handcrafted, Kalim would be alive right now! If I would’ve chased after him the minute I realized the bottle was missing, then maybe—no, he would not have had the opportunity to use it! It’s my fault this happened, and now the blood’s on my hands!” Vil shrilled, delicate hands concealing his face.

Struggling to create a refute, Rook placed his hat back onto his head, standing to his full height. Circling behind Vil, he stared into the mirror, at the broken beauty who wallowed in the depths of his own despair before him. He loathed seeing Vil in such a state, poise and elegance replaced with a fiery fury aimed at no one but himself. He couldn’t bear to see him tear himself down.

Exhaling quietly, Rook laid his gloved hands over Vil’s, gently prying them away. Picking up a brush, he let it hover above his mauve-and-platinum hair, only setting it down on his scalp when Vil nodded ever so marginally. “Vil, my king, the fairest of us all, it pains me to no end to see you like this. Do you realize how dishonest it is to harbor this blame?” Rook rhetorically asked, noting the way his green orbs locked with purple for a split moment.

Brushing through the last section of Vil’s thin hair, he set the brush aside, peeling off his gloves to instead grab a comb, folding and looping the strands as he continued to speak. “What Kalim did was out of your jurisdiction. Yes, you may have made the poison, but he was the thief who stole it. Yes, you were too late to have realized it was missing, but had you sent me after him, he would’ve drank it before I could save him.” Rook assured, sealing off the crown and moving onto the next area in need of his expertise.

Lifting Vil’s chin with a curled finger, Rook brought a new besom to his eyes, painting on a deep violet shadow over the lashes, of which he diligently extended with top of the line mascara. Having someone else so casually apply his cosmetics made Vil’s shoulders sag as they released their tension, almost leaning into the affectionate sweeps were it not for his budding insecurity.

“How can you say that when it’s quite obviously my fault?” Vil murmured once his vice paused to reach for a shimmery lipgloss.

“Don’t you see? Kalim would’ve found a way to end his life with, or without your assistance. You were just naive enough to fall for his game, and thus, you now hold within you a guilt that doesn’t belong. Mon ange, let this grief go.” Rook finished, capping the gloss and smiling broadly, waving towards the mirror.

Turning to his reflection, Vil did nothing to hide the satisfied grin that formed, appreciative of the effort the blonde-haired hunter was investing to comfort him. “What if... deep down, I still blame myself, at the end of the day?” He asked, twirling a section of his hair around his painted nail.

“Fret not! I shall sing you lullabies until you can rest soundly at night. This tragedy will be a memory far faded after I’m done!” Rook sang, offering a hand as he bowed.

“Alright, Rook...” Vil chuckled, taking his hand and squaring his shoulders as he stood, balancing on his thin heels. “...I hope you will make use of that promise.”

“Anything for you, Vil. Now let us depart for supper, the dorm was ordered to keep their paws to themselves until you arrived.” Rook urged, spinning over to the door. Swinging it open, he gestured out to the hall, smiling. “Shall we?”

“Indeed. Let’s go.” Vil nodded, clicking out as Rook followed close behind.

Kalim still weighed on his mind, the boy’s peacefully shut eyes as he laid in that glass casket forever an image burned into his brain. He made a dire mistake that day, leaving the poison unguarded in his bathroom, even just creating it in the first place, but Rook helped Vil realize a truth that eased the sting, if only lightly.

He hadn’t known Kalim well, the first full conversation between them only occurring the day of his demise. Part of Vil found solace in the fact that Kalim’s death was quick, a brighter alternative to anything else Kalim would’ve attempted. The other part wept for what his knowledge of poison brought, the pain he’d inflicted on not only Kalim, but the rest of the school in tandem.

Still, holding his head high, Vil wasn’t going to let the suffering crumble him. Antidote clenched in a fist, Vil dropped it in his concealed pocket, the vision of elegance and poise.

Though he may have had a hand in Kalim’s downfall, he wasn’t going to let himself make a foolish mistake like that again.

<————>

Kalim Al-Asim’s death did not come in an ear piercing bang or an uproarious festival. It came not in sweet whispered nothings or love brimmed words. It came not as peaceful or soothing, but by preference spotlighted with nothing except a dark room, a clear night, and the whitest moon the sky had to offer.

Time had been at fowl play, some days passing within the sound snap of a finger, and some lasting for aeons painted in dull colors of anguish and shame. The people were mortified by the discovery, even more so to find that the act hadn’t been committed by the sinful nature of another, but instead the self destructive hatred of himself. Blame had been a projectile, shot into anyone who even held his name inside the confines of their brain, running amongst them like a smooth stone over a pond of ice until there was no one left to terrorize.

The wayward mechanism of coping bore down on everyone, weighing them with ten thousand pounds of a hopelessness they could neither hide nor run from. At their darkest hour, the entire venerated school of Night Raven College was brought to their knees by the passing of optimism personified, their trust a fractured knife used to stab skepticism and condemnation into the hearts of anyone who dared raise their bowed heads.

But even the dark of night must soon come to an end, the sun of a new day bringing a dusk painted in the hues of resumption over a horizon of black. It started with an idea, a finicky thought that grew until it could no longer be held within the sole mind of the creator, escaping from a pair of lips upturned in a rare smile that shortly spread to the listeners.

The idea spread like a contagion, from one to another, dorm to dorm, student to teacher, until every person shared the unison objective, some setting upon a laborious work to meet the desired outcome. Tirelessly, the students used the extents lf the gifts bestowed upon them, whether that be the farthest reaches of magic, or the unique skill to create banquets of delectable food.

It was far from a single day job, many returning to their rooms with sore muscles and blistered hands, the only thing driving them through their hard hours being the vision of the payoff come the conclusion. The prize of their exertion was a spectacle even a stranger would find extraordinarily echanted.

On a pedestal above the normal person’s head, crafted from the best brass up for the taking, stood a perfect recreation of Kalim Al-Asim, each detail scrutinized by the expecting eyes of none other than the mourning Jamil Viper.

Though he took it upon himself to mold the finer minutiae, he accepted every numerous offer of assistance with the bulky creation of the base, sending out handwritten thanks to each participant. Using too many sleepless nights, Jamil poured his strength, his breath, his heart into smoothing out the edges, refining the statue until it looked so real, he wouldn’t have been surprised if it up and moved.

The unveiling had been as palatial as Kalim would’ve wanted it to be; Jamil planning and throwing a celebration that welcomed nearly every resident of the campus, brandishing and explaining the statue in a way that made even Mozus Trein’s heart of steel melt.

Still... standing before it felt surreal, almost sorrowful. Dressed in his dorm garb and clutching his signature staff in his left arm, he waved out to the Scarabia he protected with his free one, a broad smile swelling his cheeks, eyes wide and curious. It had been the students’ choice to place him at the entrance of their dorm, believing Kalim’s face a fitting first sight upon entrance.

Drenched with gold in the early morning light, he smiled angelically as a lone figure knelt before the pedestal, hand tracing over the plaque carved into the stone base.

“I hope... I hope this did you justice. It was all I could give you for now; I know it’s not much, but this way, your legacy will carry on.” Jamil whispered, laying his forehead on the smooth metal.

Though he may not live to see it, Jamil wished with the very power of his soul that Kalim’s statue would last a lifetime, perhaps even longer as he stood and left, the words engraved finally visible:

He who breathed laughter,

He who stood proud,

He who was strong as the current of the ocean.

In fond memory of Kalim Al-Asim, the light in a world of shadow.

May we all discover the same strength he held.

Oki dokes! I didn’t originally plan for a continuation, so it took a little long bit to spark my ideas.

Regardless, I hope you enjoyed, and thanks for reading! Special thanks to @lionheartanotheraccount for the request!!

Stay lovely!

#twisted wonderland #twst #kalim al asim #angst #cater diamond #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #jade leech #floyd leech #azul ashengrotto #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #ruggie bucchi #jamil viper

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sheglitch · 4 years

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Get to know VANELLOPE VON SCHWEETZ who’s TWENTY-THREEyears old and is a RACER around town. . She is from CORONA and is often times mistaken for NAOMI SCOTT while others say she reminds them of VANELLOPE from WRECK IT RALPH.

waddup? it’s ya girl lili and this is vanellope. below the cut is her intro! please love her. or don’t, that’s cool too. she’s used to it. :)

BASIC INFO.

vanellope was orphaned at the age of four following a car crash that killed her parents. they'd been returning home on christmas eve following a charity event when a patch of black ice caused the car to skid off the road.

fortunately, the small girl was ejected from the vehicle and landed on a pile of snow. she survived but suffered from amnesia. waking up in the hospital with no recollection of who she was or where she was left the small child scared and terrified of the people around her.

the only living relative who could take her in was her uncle, beau but because of greed he signed her over to be put into the system. see, beau wanted to take over the von schweetz car business and with vanellope set to inherit the company when she became of age, she was in his way.

unable to adjust, vanellope bounced from home to home. she was closed off and scared of new people, most families didn't want to put in the effort to work with her. as the years went by, the young girl began to act out which only made it harder for her.

her school years weren't easy. she could never quite grasp reading and writing was difficult. she tripped over her words when reading outloud in class. vanellope only began to act out more and at the age of eight she was finally diagnosed with dyslexia and humiliated by the bullying she'd begun to face, vanellope refused help.

it wasn't until her teacher reached out to her foster parents at the time --- one of the few vanellope actually liked --- that she finally gave in and started accepting the services provided for her. over the years she approved but it doesn't mean she no longer struggles.

none of the kids her age wanted her around. they made fun of her tripping over her words while reading aloud in class by calling her a glitch. vanellope felt lonelier than ever. she didn't feel loved or wanted in her homes and she didn't have friends at school, she didn't have anyone but herself.

all vanellope wanted was to be loved and accepted, even if it was by those who tormented her. she puts on a front as if she doesn't care but she does, a lot. that's why she feels so grateful for anyone who's nice to her, no mater hwo big or small. she feels in debt to them. people being kind to her is such a foreign concept.

video games and race tracks are her happy places. she gets into the former as an escape from reality. she'd go to sugar rush arcade every day and it was the only place to bring a smile to her face until she discovered driving that is.

she got behind the wheel for the first time at thirteen following a fight with her foster parents at the time and stole their car for a joyride. the rush of driving around corona was addicting, it was better than the video games she played. though she earned herself a spot at a group home for problem children, vanellope had no regrets.

on top of taking shop classes, vanellope used her spare time in high school to teach herself everything she needed to know about cars and bikes from taking them apart and learning the parts to how to fix them to what vehicle better suits what terrain and the perfect mods to make them go extra fast.

stepping onto the race track for the first time left vanellope in a wonder. she was so fascinated by all the cars and how fast everyone went. she knew in that moment she wanted to be racer. nothing else made much sense to her, it was like she was born to be on that track --- number one on the leaderboard to be specific.

while she loves the racetrack, vanellope finds herself needing more adventure and danger. she needs somewhere she can be herself without constant ridicule and bullying. for this, she turns to the illegal drag racing scene. she knows the dangers and she knows she shouldn't but it gives her the rush and acceptance she desperately seeks. plus, the money she wins is too good to give up.

ADDITIONAL FACTS.

tw: depression, suicide mention, drugs/alcohol

she uses text to speech a lot when she’s texting on her phone bc of her dyslexia.

she has a very short attention span.

despite losing her parents on christmas eve, christmas is her favorite holiday.

she’s addicted to candy and sweets but also loves to bake and make them. they don’t always come out good though bc sometimes its hard following recipes.

she’s not much of a drinker but when she DOES drink she’s a sucker for anything that tastes like actual juice which leads her to drinking too much.

she can be feisty at first and her mouth can get her in trouble but she’s really a big soft marshmallow on the inside.

she loves video games. she plays anything that has to do w racing she also likes gta, sims, fortnite

she’s bi til she dies, but has a preference for women.

she suffers from depression and has attempted to kill herself.

she can glitch and for a couple days she was terrified til she realized how awesome it was.

she used to live out of her car then lived with flynn until they accidentally started a fire.

she lives with ralph now.

ralph and shank are her parents now.

smokes the weed. it helps calm her down.

dramatic af when she’s inconvenienced.

100% a tiktoker.

i’ll add more as i think of it.

CONNECTIONS.

ex.

crush.

people who don’t hate her.

idk man i’m chill w anything and everything as long as you’re equally into it.

#🏁 // about.

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complicatedandstained · 4 years

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The Other Day at Hot Topic: Kingdom of Isolation

Xion’s plan had been to get to the mall early. And not just the regular kind of early. The ridiculous, what-the-heck-was-I-even-thinking-?, now I have to go buy a coffee and scroll through my Instagram feed twelve times kind of early.

The plan had been to surprise Roxas. Roxas being her college roomie and favorite human bean and best friend since they split a grilled cheese and tomato sandwich in fifth grade.

“Hey bestie, I got a job next door to you and now we can hang out on our breaks and Christmas shop together and gossip about your SEXY NEW GINGER CRUSH and give each other rides home and chit chat and stuff.”

Just, you know. Something along those lines, maybe.

Except Xion does not get to the mall early.

She was going to leave on time—really, she was—but then she started watching the second half of this Hallmark Christmas movie that she couldn’t remember if she had seen before or not. And then, it was time to leave, but the movie wasn’t quite over yet.

And Xion needed to know if the middle-aged, big city celebrity chef lady was going to stay with the smexy, small town cookie baker with the heart of gold that she used to date in high school, and thereby rediscover the magic of Christmas, or if she was going to go back to the gorgeous, but kind of boring, but definitely more financially secure, attorney she had been seeing back in NYC, who, footnote, plays the prince in a different Hallmark Christmas movie.

Also, Xion was all curled up on the couch of her parents’ condo, nested in pillows and blankets, and her chubby black cat, Pete, was sitting on her lap, and he looked so peaceful, she didn’t have it in her heart to disturb him.

Also, she hadn’t quite finished her mug of tea.

So, by the time that the celebrity chef lady and the small town cookie baker had their tasteful yet disgustingly romantic first kiss during the first snowfall of the season, just after they had won the town’s annual baking competition and donated the prize money to the local children’s hospital, and Pete the Cat had deigned to move on to another part of the loveseat, and her tea was gone, it was well past when Xion should have left if she wanted to be the regular kind of on-time.

The best part of running late is that, because Xion is literally running, she does not have to exert as much effort as she usually does to force herself not to go into Hot Topic and buy half of the inventory.

The worst part of running late is, of course, the actual running, which is making itself known as the air enters her lungs with an unusual sharpness, and sweat glues her long-sleeved white blouse to the small of her back and the inside of her elbows.

The second worst part of running late is that she does not get to surprise Roxas.

And the third worst part of running late is that when she skids to a halt in the entrance of Claire’s, her black combat boots squeaking like rubber ducks, and her breaths a bit heavy, nobody actually notices.

Xion lifts her phone from one of the pockets of her black denim overall mini-dress by its pink bunny ear attachment and checks the time.

Five minutes early.

“Fuck,” Xion mumbles, and then slaps a hand over her mouth as a five-year-old trying to fit an entire candy cane in his mouth jostles her knee.

The new woman’s wearing sheer black hose with black combat boots, under a short black dress with overall straps and a long-sleeved white blouse. Looped around her arm is a black handbag shaped like the head of a cat, with three yellow eyes. Her own dark eye make-up makes her eyes enormous.

She’s nodding gently to a kiddo with half a candy cane in its mouth, who is animatedly explaining to her what kind of dinosaur it wants to be when it grows up.

Sizing the new young woman up as he, Larxene, and Marly approach, Axel can’t help but think Saïx will be a little disappointed Hot Topic didn’t nab her first. She’s so on-brand, it hurts a little. Axel’s half waiting for her to welcome him to Night Vale.

Then again, he sees why Marly called dibs.

Aside from a short, choppy black bob that would have looked more at home in the flapper era, she is every inch Kairi 3.0.

She has, objectively speaking, the world’s softest smile. She’s short and slender, her face too thin and heart-shaped, her skin the kind of pale that doesn’t tan. Although, unlike Kairi’s 1 and 2, he can still see a smear of hastily applied sunscreen thumbed across one cheek.

“I’d want to be an Apatosaurus,” the new employee replies in a soft voice to the kid without prompting. “Maybe we could be herbivore friends, is—” She pauses, eye catching on someone in the crowd. “Is that your mommy looking for you?”

The Claire’s newbie turns the child by the shoulder.

A relieved looking woman with another two kids hanging on either arm, alongside at least four shopping bags, hustles over to corral the third one, offering Newbie a grateful smile.

Think I just met your soulmate, Axel will text Naminé later that day. How’d you feel about a pastel goth? Naminé will send back seventeen question marks in response and not receive a reply.

“Over here.”

Marly waves Newbie over to Axel and Larxene. They have paused near Axel’s piercing station, just beside the shop window, only a few feet away from the mouth of Claire’s, so that Marly can continue to monitor the traffic trickling in and out while they chat.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Larxene mutters to Axel as she catches sight of the approaching Newbie. Larxene’s obviously seeing what Axel saw because her eyes get bigger and her lips twitch—whether in disdain or amusement, he can’t tell.

Axel nods his reluctant agreement. “Think you’re outdone yourself this time, Marly.”

“Her hair is completely different than Kairi’s…” Marly argues, scowling as Larxene playfully swats his arm.

“That’s the only thing.” Larxene takes another long look at Newbie. “What are you and Vexen growing these things in a lab or something?”

The heavy electronic beat of the club overtakes the hum of Christmas music, and Axel’s nostrils fill with the sickening sweetness of e-cigarette smoke instead of vanilla bean.

The gaunt face of the med student with his pin-straight, platinum blond hair materializes in Axel’s mind’s eye, his pale, narrow lips curling up as if at the tail end of yet another condescending remark.

Axel winces, hisses, “Larxene, really?” His gaze shifts to Marly, concerned. It’s difficult to imagine what’s whirling through his head. Axel’s not sure if Marly never told Larxene what happened between him and Vexen; if it slipped her mind; or if she’s just 100% that bitch.

Marly’s own smile has evaporated, but not his composure. His posture remains sure and confident as ever, though his arms cross with an air of impatience. “Now’s hardly the time for this conversation.”

Axel makes yet another mental note to ask Marly when he last went out with somebody. Axel and Marly aren’t exactly best friends. In fact, he’s not sure Marly would bless him with basic human interaction at all if Marly and Saïx weren’t so close, and they are so close—a gardening club of two, high-end fashion snobs, closet The Bachelor addicts.

Axel and Marly, not so much. So, ordinarily, Axel would mind his own, but under the circumstances, he might be the only man for the job.

If Larxene doesn’t know what happened between Marly and Vexen, and Saïx definitely doesn’t know what happened… that just leaves him. He’s not exactly Mr. Matchmaker, but he supposes he could give it a whirl.

Larxene doesn’t miss the tension that passes between her two favorite coworkers, and she rolls her eyes. “Axel needs to get over it already.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” Axel counters, tone gone hard, cold, hoping she’ll drop it, if she realizes the wound is still fresh. Which it is—it’s just not him bleeding.

“Everybody knows, Axel.” Larxene plants her hands on her hips. She leans closer, in his face. “You and Saïx and Marly and Vexen went out and drank too much. You flirted with Marly’s date all night long and then got pissed when he made a pass at you. Saïx found out, so you blamed everything on Vexen, and now he’s fired. How’m I doing?”

She reaches out to rap her knuckles against Axel’s chest. “Because if you’re not careful, you’re going to wind up doing the same damn thing to your new buddy boy.”

Axel grits his teeth, something burning in his chest. Months. It’s been months. He thought the worst of this was done with. Leave it to Larxene to dredge it up.

No wonder she’d gotten in such a snit about Roxas.

“Well, you seem to know what you’re talking about.” Axel’s just as tempted to tell her everything as he is to tell her off. She’d feel like shit if she knew. She would understand.

But it’s not his place.

This isn’t the response she’d been expecting. Her confidence slips for a second. “Am I wrong?”

Marly steps between them. He places a hand on Larxene’s shoulder, “Shut,” a hand on Axel’s, “up.”

Marly doesn’t look like he’s hurting, there’s no pout to his lip, no wild, injured animal wideness to his eyes, but the command in his voice is sharp and the grip on Axel’s arm is firm and insistent. Hurt doesn’t always look the same on everybody.

The message is clear. Keep your mouth shut, Axel. You promised you would.

Axel can’t help but glare at Marly, Marly stares back, wearily. Realizing how misdirected his anger is, Axel’s expression softens. He covers Marly’s hand with his own, and smirks at Larxene. “None of your business, babe.”

Ordinarily, this would make her absolutely explode, but with Marly grounding her shoulder and the approaching Newbie stopping just in front of her, Larxene becomes painfully aware that she’s standing in the middle of Claire’s in a goddamn flower crown.

Larxene blinks at Axel, the kind of calm that’s too calm, the eye of a storm. “Fine. Sorry I brought it up.”

Marly’s hand loosens on Axel’s shoulder. There’s something in his nod like gratitude. Axel wishes it made him feel better. Doing the right thing really sucks.

They shift their attention to the new recruit whose wide blue eyes scream: SOS. What the fuck did I sign on to?

Which honestly sounds about right to Axel. God, forget Kairi. This is Roxas all over again.

“I’m so sorry if I’m interrupting…!” Newbie exclaims too quickly in her quiet voice. Her lips halt in an apologetic pout and her hands clutch tightly at the strap of her alien cat head handbag.

Axel and Larxene both sigh and ease out of their locked glares, but the air still feels a bit thick, almost staticky with tension. Frozen’s “Let It Go” seems to be playing six times as loud as it should be.

“Not at all,” Marly says, but it doesn’t come out sincere enough for anybody’s taste.

Xion had certain expectations about what her coworkers at Claire’s would be like: bubbly, chatty, smiley females, maybe a little shallow, maybe a little dumb. Maybe she had been stereotyping. Maybe she had watched one too many Christmas movies. Maybe she’s jumping to conclusions.

Watching the trio in front of her, flower crowns settled in their vibrant hair, bickering in quiet tones dripping with sarcasm, almost launching into a full on, fist-clenched argument as Queen Elsa belts her heart out overhead, Xion is not sure whether she wants to laugh or cry.

But then the crazy tall one with his wild red mane and the well-dressed, The Rock level muscle-y one with the pink hair that had seemed so nice and pleasant when he interviewed her and talked to her earlier—Marluxia—seem to come to some kind of abruptly tender understanding. So, the angry blonde chick seems to reign in her temper.

And that makes Xion feel just a smidge better about things. She’s a sucker for a happy ending.

And at least they didn’t realize she was late.

But then all three of them turn, these expressive, snide, emotionally-charged Claire’s people, and they are looking right at her, their neatly manicured brows raised in question.

Xion feels a little bit like she had day one, back in the middle school cafeteria, before Roxas had offered her a seat and a half of his grilled cheese sandwich, looking out at the strangers, wondering which sharks to throw herself to. The strangers looking back up at her, wondering what the hell the new kid who hadn’t said a word all day was going to do now.

Fuck.

#kingdom hearts #xion #marluxia #axel #Larxene #Vexen #Saix #akuroku #akusai #organization xiii #tw: abuse #tw: language #my writing #the other day at hot topic #frozen #roxas #kairi #namine #namixi

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notaglitch · 5 years

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Get to know VANELLOPE VON SCHWEETZ who’s TWENTY-THREE years old and works as a RACER in town. She is from CORONA and is often times mistaken for NAOMI SCOTT while others say she reminds them of VANELLOPE from WRECK IT RALPH.

HELLO! it’s me again with my 4th and final baby. i’d die for all of them but especially vanellope, don’t tell the others.

BASICS.

the only living relative who could take her in was her uncle, beau but because of greed, he signed her over to be put into the system. see, beau wanted to take over the von schweetz car business and with vanellope set to inherit the company when she became of age, she was in his way.

her school years weren't easy. she could never quite grasp reading and writing was difficult. she tripped over her words when reading out loud in class. vanellope only began to act out more and at the age of eight she was finally diagnosed with dyslexia and humiliated by the bullying she'd begun to face, vanellope refused help.

all vanellope wanted was to be loved and accepted, even if it was by those who tormented her. she puts on a front as if she doesn't care but she does, a lot. that's why she feels so grateful for anyone who's nice to her, no matter who big or small. she feels in debt to them. people being kind to her is such a foreign concept.

she dreamed of owning her own race track and her own race car. from the moment she could start working, vanellope would do any odd job she could. she began saving up for her first car and everything after that went to saving for her own place to race. the von schweetz race track is her baby, it's her dream come true.

vanellope took time off after high school and decided to teach herself everything she needed to know about cars and bikes from taking them apart and learning the parts to how to fix them to what vehicle better suits what terrain and the perfect mods to make them go extra fast.

vanellope is excited about the newcomers. she views them as a clean slate, people who don't know about her past. they can't use it against her to break her like the people she grew up with did. she's just vanellope von schweetz, master racer. she isn't the glitch. she isn't unwanted. she doesn't have 'cooties'. she's just herself and she really likes that.

FUN FACTS.

she’s a pisces and was born on february 29th during a leap year ( 1996 ).

she uses text to speech a lot when she’s texting on her phone bc of her dyslexia.

she has a very short attention span.

despite losing her parents on christmas eve, christmas is her favorite holiday.

she’s addicted to candy and sweets but also loves to bake and make them. they don’t always come out good though bc sometimes its hard following recipes.

she’s not much of a drinker but when she DOES drink she’s a sucker for anything that tastes like actual juice which leads her to drinking too much.

she can be fiesty at first and her mouth can get her in trouble but she’s really a big soft marshmallow on the inside.

she lives with tink and peri in an apartment above the race track.

she loves video games.

she’s also pansexual.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

BUSINESS PARTNER. okay so vanellope didn’t attend university for many reasons which means she doesn’t know the first thing about the business side of the race track so i’d love for her to have a business partner to handle that side and she handles everything else! ( this could also be for any villains to wash money through the race track as well. )

EX. pretty self-explanatory.

CUSTOMERS. people who go to the race track, racers, etc.

CRUSH. someone she likes or who likes her or it’s mutual.

UM anything really! please love her lol

#✦ ‒ about.

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erinlasgalen · 5 years

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Promised fic is here!!

I got my head back in gear and finished it!! Yesss. @puga6203, I hope you like it, it’s based on your video in youtube ))

Honey, honey~

“..totally has the hots for me dudes! I mean, did you see the way she looked at me? Those were totally bedroom eyes!”

A supposedly dull Tuesday found our South Park High boys merrily walking home after school, accompanied by yet another episode of “How I tried to woo Bebe and it wasn’t a rejection, dammit!” by yours truly Clyde Donovan.

“Pff, like you even know what ‘bedroom eyes’ means.” Token, being the generous friend that he is, sniggers, trailing behind the resident rainbow couple. “I sooooo do!” Clyde whirls around from his impromptu spot of the leader, accusingly pointing at his offender. “It was totally the same look Stan always has when he stalks Wendy!”

There is an indignant “Oy!” from the very back.

“Or when Cartman ogles Kyle!” “ It’s more of a, hmm...”, Token hums, finger on his chin. “..oh, ‘I’m planning to make sauce out of you and feed it to Stan’ look.”

“Definitely not bedroom eyes” Tweek grins, showing a surprisingly perfect row of white teeth for someone who inhales coffee as much as a certain Marsh talks about his on and off girlfriend.

“Yeah or…” Clyde rounds on the blonde “.. every time someone mentions you in front of Craig! I mean just saying ‘coffee’ is enough to get him to -..oww!” He was asking for the punch that followed. Despite being rather scrawny and frail looking, Tweek was one of their strongest fighters after all.

Chuckles erupt around them as everyone waits for the inevitable monotone grumble or the bird from the boy’s other half.

“Sugar?” Totally not a synonym to ‘go fuck yourselves’.

“What?” chirps Tweek at the same time Clyde lets out an extremely intelligent ‘eh’. Graig leans on the blonde, the hand on his shoulder rather protective.

“Oh, honey honey!”

“Oh no..”, Tweek wails and tears himself away from his boyfriend, a decent scowl adoring his rapidly reddening face. “God dammit, Craig.”

“See Clyde, now that’s what I c..ca..call bedroom eyes!” Jimmy stutters, eyes zoning on the couple, who were slowly and surely becoming the center of attention on the sidewalk.

Now, his tactical retreat doesn't exactly go unnoticed by the rest as they stare dumbly from the coffee addict to the cheery brunette, who was actually smiling...a very real and incredibly sappy smile without a care in the world.

Craig Tucker never smiles! Like, ever!

“Wait a second, is Craig sin..-”, Token’s astonishment however, is cut off when said boy belches out ‘You are my candy boy~’ in a suspiciously disney princess like manner.

Their jaws drop.

“And you got me wanting you~” With the devious charm of a pirate, the boy continues hitting the notes so perfectly that one would think he has a fairy godmother somewhere under the bed who regularly gives his vocal cords a boost spell.

Tweeks whole face is burning crimson by now. “I am so - hngh- sorry you guys..”

“Uh”, Clyde, as responsive as ever squeaks just as Craig reaches his better half in two long strides and sweeps him in his arms for an impromptu waltz.

“Honey~”, he purrs, nuzzling the cheek. “Oh, sugar sugar!” He twirls Tweek around in a pirouette and bows gracefully, which was a feat considering most of the time he is a awkward goose. “You are my candy boy, and you got me wanting you!”

“C..craig!”, hisses the blonde to no effect whatsoever.

Craig does a half turn and proceeds to purr. “I just can’t believe the loveliness of loving you!” He bends down to kiss one tomato cheek. “I just can’t believe it’s true..”

He even has the audacity to wiggle his hips!

Tweek sighs. Defeated and embarrassed, he twists his head around to wail at his gobsmacked friends rather miserably.

“You guys, he’s doing it again..”

“Again?” At Jimmy’s raised eyebrow they simultaneously turn to stare at the brunette, who from unknown sources has somehow acquired a microphone and is obviously imagining himself as Freddie fucking Mercury.

At least his voice fits.

“You mean he actually sang for you before? Why haven’t we heard him sing!” Clyde screeches, making them all cringe. Tweek watches his boyfriend literally melt the snow around with a powerful roar of ‘put a lil sugar on me babe~’. “He did sing, once..” Tweek twitches violently. “I need ..hngh..coffee!”

Jimmy eyebrows fur a bit, recalling a distant memory. “T-that’s right, back in fourth g..gr..grade”,

Clyde crosses his arms, clearly distressed. “Well maybe I wanted to hear him sing for me too! He’s supposed to be my best mate! What the fuck is he singing anyways..?” “Screw that, what I wanna know,” a new voice pipes up, “..is one, where the hell he got that sweet tambourine from!” An orange puffy hood squeezes in between them to reveal the smirking face of Kenny Mccormick. “Two, sweet damn, where does he keep that sexy voice, mhumm”.

Tweek, unimpressed as ever, raises a blonde brow. Meanwhile the singing sensation slanders over to the commotion and drapes himself all over the blonde spaz, still humming the ending of song under his breath.

“And three, does this method actually work?”

“It’s been tested” Craig smirks and squeezes his human pillow. Tweek hides his face in the his chest. “I’m gonna make your life so sweet..”

“Oh gross..”, groans Token and promptly facepalms. Craig stares pointedly at the orange blob.

“Sweet! Say Tweekers, my darlin’ babycheeks, do I have you explicit permission to borrow your lesser half for a couple of hours? For a strategy meeting!”

______________________________________________________________

“Kyle!”

The redhead skids to a stop at the sudden shout and whirls around, carefully chosen curse words already on his lips as he focuses on his basketball practice offender.

His eyebrows rise as his brain registers the usual orange blob he calls a friend and just what he is dragging around with him.

“Is that an old cassette player?”, he wonders, staring dumbly at the blonde, who is carefully maneuvering himself across the stands with the enormous thing on his shoulder, a mike in his hand and a very cheeky grin he can make out even from the court.

“What in the…”

“YOU’RE JUST TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE~”

#creek #tweek x craig #fanfic #ao3 #south park #fic #kenny #kyle #k2

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designationpinknoise · 6 years

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Hi! can I get Drift, CyGate, Ratchet, Brainstorm and Skids. Trying to help their human female SO quit smoking?

Drift:

At first he didn’t think anything of it, when you first asked if he minded if you had a drag. Drift of course was confused as he never heard the term before, He watched you light a white paper stick up with a lighter, brought the stick up to your lips and breathed in, he frowned as a bloom of awful smelling blueish smoke was softly blown from your lips.

He frowned and went to look up what the Thing was, and froze when he found out how addictive and dangerous Cigarettes were, it brought back very faint and horrid memories of his own past. Drift isn’t subtle about wanting you to quit Either. he gets that it’s a very widely available drug and it’s hard to get it out of your system.

You’ve a few migraines and stress attacks from the withdrawals. But Drift started taking you out jogging every morning and had you join his meditation with him to keep you mind off of smoking, eventually you started realizing you didn’t need cigarettes to calm down anymore, you even notice when 6 months had passed since your last smoke…and Drift couldn’t be happier.

Ratchet:

“Do You Want To Die Name? Because this is how you’re going to die!?”

You watched pale and green faced as Ratchet showed you slide after slide of every smoking related disease and birth defect known to man! How did he find out? you hid your smokes, changed your clothes, sprayed airwick and even took a shower!

But, he still found out! it was then you noticed Whirl hiding in the shadows, watching gleefully as you threw up in a trash can…That S.O.B! your eye twitched it was him! oh, you were going to get him back for this!

However, his giddiness was thrown back into his face, when you came out of it five months later, happier and more lively then your old self. Ratchet too everyone could tell he was proud of you his optic twitched.

CyGate:

The two were worried and jealous when they noticed you were hanging around First-aid a lot the last couple weeks, turns out it was the other way around The Medic was hounding you. he was worried about your recent health check. and explained what those bad smelling sticks you’re always inhaling really were, and he was trying get you to quit because they were killing you.

He shows them a copy of dangers of smoking. two vowed to help you get over your addiction in very different manner after going to Rung for advice their first step. was mandatory bed checks, to make sure you haven’t fallen off the wagon. Cyclonus won’t actually go through your stuff; he’s to much of a old fashion gentlemech to even try. so, he’ll just stare you down till you crack and go through your hiding spots and give him the cigarettes. in turn he gives you a “I’m not mad, just disappointed” lecture.

while Tailgate just walks in when you’re not there, goes through everything and replaces your stashes with chocolate, candy or bubble-gum cigars, before handing the real ones over to Ultra-Magnus who just chucks them out the airlock. they still don’t where you’re getting them or who has been selling them to you…

They go at this for a few months till they noticed, that the checks are getting less frequent and you’ve even started to go to Rung without one of your Boys hunting you down.

Brainstorm:

He was confused why you would want to have all those chemicals in your body? he analyzed the smoke, when you took your first puff, He didn’t seem bothered by it at first. till, he got one look at you’re medical results from you recent check up. He immediately grabbed one of his guns and fired a stream of water at you. Causing you to break out into a coughing fit, you were drenched and your cigarette extinguished and Brainstorm watched on while you caught your breath,

“Wh-what the H-hell Brainstorm?!” you wheezed as said mech pumped his gun in case you tried to light another cigarette “I don’t want you smoking anymore.” he huffed keeping his water blaster trained on you. You grumbled and went back to your room to shower and change, and gave him the silent treatment all night the next day when you woke up.

you did what you always did, reach for your smokes. but, found them gone! you shot up then remembered your boyfriend ruined them. “oh,well I got spares” you sighed, grabbing your back up pack only to yelp when something pinched your fingers, you looked inside and saw a mouse trap panicking you checked you other spots, and found them all booby trapped. even your lighter was rigged to be a buzzer!

Until you found one pack that seem safe…cautiously you gabbed a pack of matches flick one lit the cigarette only to yelp when it blew up! you fell on your butt and started crying as Brainstorm calmly watched from the door way. “I told you yesterday I don’t you smoking anymore.” he said firmly before taking you to Rung.

Skids:

He was at Swerve’s when he heard Swerve talking with his SO who looked very uncomfortable. “Swerve give them back, I’ll… let you borrow my Simpsons DVDs” they bargained the bartender just frowned Skids knew what she was asking for… her cigarettes “Tempting offer. but, I doubt Skids would forgive me if I gave them back.” he huffed as the desperate woman started tearing up “He doesn’t have to know, please?” she cried when someone cleared their throat behind her,

Name flinched and saw her boyfriend arms crossed glaring at her. “Thanks Swerve I’ll take it from here.” he said frowning as Name averted her eyes to her feet. Skids just shook his head picked her up, and carried to the medbay“This is the third time you’ve skip.” he huffed “I know.” Name murmured as Skids kept walking optics staring dead ahead.

“You know Swerve won’t give them to you.” he said gruffly briefly scanning Name’s tiny form as she was curled into ball in his hand. “I know… It’s just hard.” the blue mech just frowned “Hard or not, you shouldn’t be smoking…It’s bad for the sparkling.” he said eyeing Name’s steadily growing belly.

#mtmte/lostlight #Brainstorm #skids #cygate #ratchet #drift #anon ask

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ask-flip-frost · 7 years

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~For Atren~

((Trimmed from here))

@insidesanity

(I I don’t know how to respond to this without it sounding like a cheap dollar store twilight fanfic knockoff. Everything sounds sucky. This also might be because of the monster drink plus vodka plus second monster drink plus port plus chocolate. XD I’ve made Great life choices!)

The mist in the wolf’s mind cleared slightly as sinew and bone knotted together like puzzle pieces. The red haze still clouded her vision but it was enough to realize that whatever being the was feeding her was doing it if their own free will. The magic that pumped through the blood was intoxicating, more euphoric than any mere mortal’s blood could ever be. Near addicting the feeling of euphoria fought with the base instincts of self preservation.

Then the glistening dome shattered.

The large cybrid’s fists came crashing through the sparkling shield and into the monsters stomach, shooting the small fae from her mouth. instincts taking hold once again Atren latches onto the large fist with the fervor of a beast enraged and starved and refuses to let go.

The cybrid cries in pain and shakes its fist to no avail. Frustrated the king brings his hand toward his mouth ready to scrape the offending creature.

This proved to be a mistake. The wolf monster detached itself from he giant hand and threw itself upon the giant candy monster’s throat, gnashing its teeth as sachrinne blood pooled from the throats of the screaming king.

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((Pffahaha! Well, it’s not sucky, but I feel for your brain after monster and vodka mixture))

Within the gnashing jaws of her healing friend, Flip grunted and squeaked, propping her feet against the ridged roof of her mouth to keep from sliding down into her throat. Her glow lit the interior enough to aid in bearing her location and how much blood Flip was losing.

A thick rush of stagnant air propelled her tiny form hard from Atren’s mouth with an off-key jingle. She skidded and flopped like a rag doll through the powdery soil. Vision slightly blurred from the rapid blood loss, she set to work closing up her wounds, wishing with a wry chuckle that she had popcorn available to watch the mighty prize fight.

The ground trembled from the force of heavy blows. Carnage. Gore. Sounds like Atren’s usual Saturday night, Flip thought. As the freshly rend metallic flesh plopped and squelched into the cascading blood fountain pumping into the dirt, Flip scooted back to avoid further bodily fluids. Not that she wasn’t already covered in a plethora of gross substances.

“Tell me that’s got you full-bellied. That’d be good.”

#For Atren #insidesanity #Queue the Magic

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> You receive a rectangular object that's somewhat thick and definitely heavy. There's cheap festive paper and an equally cheap bow attached to it, and when that's torn away you'll find yourself in possession of a cookbook geared towards the creation of sweets. There's over 100 recipes ranging from candies to ice cream to pastries to cakes. Looks yummy! It's from Earth, so there are no familiar Alternian recipes, aside from ones that might happen to be similar.

You stopped in the middle of redecorating a crew-mate's personal room with copious amounts of mistletoe when you remembered that Sollux had sent you a present. No one would notice if you left, right? Right. A few clicks and you port your way to the coordinates you’d given him, only to appear in an expanse of sweet-smelling flowers. The weather was perfect, clouds skidding above as a soft breeze swept the surroundings into a synchronized sway. There never was a bad day here, not ever. The distantly sparkling lake reflected the colorful surroundings like a chip of stolen sky, blue and white and green around the edges.

It was made all the more pleasant with the discovery of the wrapped rectangle nestled in amongst the dancing plants. What a sweetheart! It was scooped up with care, almost reverently. You hadn’t really expected a gift, but it made you all the more glad that you’d gotten him something. Should you open it? Wait? Gah, but you were so curious! Oh, bother. A gentle shake, and then you think you might know what it is. You were a book addict, after all. But what book?

You clutched the hefty item to your chest and gave a little twirl, flopping down to the ground in a scattering of petals and laughter. It didn’t matter what he’d gotten you, it was surely delightful.

You might stay here for a while. No one would notice, after all, and it was so nice here. You could at least stay until you decided what to do with it.

#answered asks #allcatsaregreyt #gifts #saness does a thing #solo

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The Conscious Cat 2018 Holiday Gift Guide

This Holiday Gift Guide is sponsored by participating vendors and contains affiliate links.

Welcome to The Conscious Cat 2018 Holiday Gift Guide – your one stop shopping solution for all the cats and cat lovers on your holiday gift list! This year’s guide features only the best products for cats and cat lovers on the market. And even better: many of the companies featured are offering exclusive discounts to Conscious Cat readers!

You’ll find gifts ranging from cat furniture to toys to art to products for your home as well as some gift ideas you may not have thought of. I can guarantee you that you’ll find something to delight every kitty and every cat lover in your life. And by buying these products, you’ll not only get some really wonderful gifts, you’ll also support small businesses, many of them run out of the owners’ homes.

So grab a cup of your favorite holiday beverage, and sit back and enjoy browsing our Holiday Gift Guide. To go to a specific category, simply click on that link.

The guide is best browsed with a cat or two on your lap.

FTC Disclosure: This is a sponsored post, which means that the businesses featured in this post paid me an advertising fee. Regardless of payment received, you will never see products or services featured on this site that I don’t either use or would use myself.

Cat Accessories, Furniture and Toys

Meowfia Cat Caves Sleepypod Air Pet Carrier Catio Spaces Primetime Petz Lounge Dezi & Roo Hauspanther Jackson Galaxy Comfy Donut Cat Bed Bruno and Boop Cat Baskets Algonquin Folding Cat Tree Space Kitty Express Toys

Cat Art and Gifts

Triple T Studios Custom Water Color Portraits 2019 Texts from Mittens Calendar 2019 Conscious Cat Wall Calendar

Home, Food and Health

Zen Clippers The Honest Kitchen SureFlap Microchip Pet Feeder SureFlap Microchip Pet Door NVR Miss Litter Box Pee Free

Books

Personalized copies of Buckley’s Story, Purrs of Wisdom and Tortitude

Cat Accessories, Furniture and Toys

Meowfia Cat Caves

Give your cat the gift of premium comfort with a Merino wool cat cave from Meowfia. Each cat cave is carefully handcrafted from 100% all-natural wool by artisans in Nepal. Using an ancient fabrication technique called felting, every cat bed is individually molded using only soap, water, and pressure. Completely free from harsh chemicals and synthetics. Safe for your cat, your family and our world.

For more information and to purchase, visit Meowfia on Amazon

Sleepypod Air

Have bed will travel. The multi-functional Sleepypod Air helps to mitigate fear and anxiety when traveling because Ultra Plush bedding encourages use as a cozy napping spot to aid in acclimation to this soft-sided carrier. When ready to travel, your kitty will feel at ease in a familiar space. At the travel destination, Sleepypod Air is a comfortable and familiar bed away from home. This innovative carrier can be used for in-cabin air travel and as a crash-tested car seat. For added versatility, Sleepypod Air folds flat for easy storage, has a trolley pocket to attach to telescopic luggage handles, and pockets to stow necessary travel items. An optional Warmer Kit helps to soothe pets with warmth at home and on the road. Sleepypod Air is a Fear Free Preferred Product. Available in seven colors.

Read our review here. For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.sleepypod.com

Sleepypod Go Bag

The Sleepypod Go Bag is built for pet travel, but clever enough for human travel. Easily organize pet essentials (and yours) with this go anywhere bag that’s practical yet stylish. A tapered profile makes it comfortable for cross-body carrying, while the streamlined grab handle amplifies on-the-go convenience. Travel is made easier by two mini packing cubes and an insulated food pouch. Thoughtful features include gusseted side pockets, a structured design and flat base for stability, exterior utility ring for hanging a leash/flashlight, interior lanyard for keys, and a large padded pocket for separating documents or cradling a tablet/computer. Available in four colors.

For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.sleepypod.com

DIY Catio Plan by Catio Spaces

Give the gift of a DIY Catio Plan for your cat or the cat lover in your life! Gift Certificates are available for $49.95 and the recipient can choose from four catio designs for a window, deck, patio or yard. Catio Spaces’ award-winning DIY Plans take the guesswork out of building a catio. Each plan includes a materials list, tool list, step-by-step instructions and diagrams for a successful project. Keep your cat safe, healthy and happy while enjoying the enrichment of the outdoors. Catio Spaces’ DIY Catio Plans were chosen as one of the 10 Best Cat Products of 2017 by The Conscious Cat. Life is good in a catio!

For more information and to purchase, visit: https://catiospaces.com/catios-cat-enclosures/diy-plans/gift-certificates/

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Primetime Petz Lounge

The new Primetime Petz Lounge offers a spacious raised lounging surface, perfect for cats or small dogs. A reversible fabric hammock easily attaches to the sturdy wood frame creating a suspended bed that molds to your pet’s body shape. The lounge is easy to assemble and easy to keep clean with a sleek modern look. Lounge surface measures 21” x 21”. Suitable for cats or small dogs up to 20 lbs. Hammock can be machine washed and dried.

The Primetime Petz Lounge is available from Amazon.

Dezi & Roo Cat Wiggly Balls

These fun Wiggly Ball toys from Dezi & Roo mimic live prey thanks to fuzzy tails that wiggle and curl and balls that bounce, rattle and roll, providing your cat with a simple but highly addictive playtime toy. Cats LOVE to play with them and owners LOVE how they help keep their furry friends active, engaged and entertained. Purrfect for cats of all ages!

For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.deziroo.com

Hauspanther Scratch Pole

The Hauspanther Scratch Pole from Primetime Petz is a sleek and sturdy cat scratching post that takes up minimal space in your home. Easily adjusts to fit under most tables taking advantage of unused space. Non-slip pads on top and bottom hold the scratcher in place and prevent damage to floors. Natural seagrass rope withstands repeated scratching. A matching seagrass toy entices kitty to play and scratch!

For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.hauspanther.com

Hauspanther MaxScratch Oversized Cat Scratching Post and Perch

The Hauspanther MaxScratch from Primetime Petz offers cats and kittens a sizeable scratching post for climbing, clawing and perching. This oversized cat scratcher is wrapped with natural jute rope, creating a durable and attractive scratching surface. A sturdy base keeps the post from tipping over and the built-in perch on top gives kitty the perfect lookout spot. BONUS FEATURE: The scratching column can be flipped over for extended use! Simply remove the top and the base, flip the column over and reassemble. If your cat scratches in just one place on the column, no problem! Simply flip it over and let kitty keep scratching!

For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.hauspanther.com

Hauspanther NestEgg and Tripod Cat Lounges

We all know that cats love to sit in sinks, so the Hauspanther NestEgg and TriPod Cat Lounges by Primtime Petz were designed to create the same feeling. A clear plastic lounge pod makes the perfect place for kitty to curl up and metal hairpin legs give both lounges a sleek mid-century modern look. The NestEgg also doubles as a side table! The plastic pod can accommodate a variety of other uses including toy storage, cat grass planter, beverage server, ice bucket, or candy dish.

For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.hauspanther.com

Jackson Galaxy Comfy Donut Cat Bed

This is the softest cat bed I’ve ever seen. Allegra and Ruby absolutely adore this bed (which is why I had to get a second one!) . The super soft surface and the overstuffed bolster are made from fluffy, flush cotton that is so soft to the touch, I just wanted to lie down and curl up in it myself. Did I mention this bed is really, really soft? The bed has a non-skid bottom so it won’t slide around on tile or hardwood floors. The entire bed is machine washable.

The Jackson Galaxy Donut Cat Bed is available from Petmate.

Exclusive 20% discount for Conscious Cat readers: Use code HAPPYCAT at checkout. Discount never expires and is good on all Petmate products.

Bruno and Boop Handmade Cat Baskets

These adorable cat baskets are custom made for cats of all shapes and sizes, so no two will ever be alike. They are made from an assortment of t-shirt and fabric yarns. The result is a basket cats can dig their nails into and make biscuits and the best part? No shredding left behind! The baskets measure 19 inches long, 6 inches tall and 6 inches wide, when flattened by kitty, they measure 15 x 16 inches. The baskets are washable and are available in a huge variety of primary and secondary colors.

For more information and to purchase, visit the Bruno and Boop’s Etsy Shop

Algonquin Folding Cat Tree

Generously sized at 60 inches high, this multi-level cat tree is made from wood and features carpeted platforms. What I absolutely love about it is the versatility it offers. Not only does it blend easily with any decorating style, but the fact that it’s easily movable makes this an awesome catification item.

For more information and to purchase, visit Wayfair.com

Space Kitty Express Toys

For cats who either don’t respond to catnip, or cats who would like an alternative to catnip, Space Kitty Express offers adorable toys filled with lemongrass, honeysuckle, silver vine, and valerian root.

For more information and to purchase, visit the SpaceKitty Express Etsy shop

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Cat Art and Gifts

Triple T Studios

Triple T Studios’ designs are inspired by cats for stylish women who embrace Feline Finesse® and shun the “Crazy Cat Lady” stigma. New this season: Cat Snap Cardigan, Gloves, Black Gold Jewelry. Triple T Studios supports global big cat conservation including Lion Guardians, Cheetah Conservation Fund, Wildcat Haven, Panthera’s Tigers Forever.

For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.triple-t-studios.com.

Exclusive 20% discount for Conscious Cat readers: use code ConsciousCat20. Code never expires.

Custom Water Color Portraits by Jessica Lindell

Custom portraits are a wonderful way to celebrate a special cat, or preserve the memory of a cat no longer with us. Jessica Lindell’s water color portraits capture emotion and personality in vibrant colors. Allow approximately four weeks for delivery from the time you order.

For more information and to purchase, visit https://www.aquilawatercolor.com/p/custom-pet-portraits

Exclusive 10% discount for Conscious Cat readers: use code CATLOVE10 at checkout. Code never expires.

Texts from Mittens the Cat 2019 Day-to-Day Calendar

Like the popular blog and book of the same name, the Texts from Mittens 2019 Day-to-Day Calendar illustrates the kind of conversations humans and cats would have if cats had smart phones and could text us what they were thinking. The full-color pages feature imaginary, humorous, yet candid conversations between “Mitty,” a self-absorbed, dog-hating, overanxious housecat, and his beloved owner.

The 2019 Texts from Mittens calendar is available from Amazon.

2019 Conscious Cat Wall Calendar

It’s back by popular demand: The 2019 Conscious Cat Wall Calendar is now available for purchase! Allegra and Ruby spent hours picking out just the right photos, and they made sure that they received equal representation. To my knowledge, this is still the only calendar on the market that exclusively features tortoiseshell cats. Click here for more information and to purchase.

Home, Food and Health

Zen Clippers

Keeping your cat’s nails trimmed is an important part of keeping them healthy, while protecting your furniture and yourself. Trimmed nails are also less likely to catch on rugs and carpets, which can lead to a painful broken claw. Nail trimming is dreaded by many cat owners, who resort to expensive visits to the vet or groomer. Zen Clipper makes nail trimming at home easy and fool-proof. Zen Clipper ensures only the tip fits into the specially designed blade, ensuring you will clip the tip while avoiding the quick. There are seven sizes of Zen Clipper, most adults cats use Zen Clipper #2 (medium). If in doubt as to which size you need, Zen Clipper will be happy to mail you a free sizing card. 100% money-back guarantee and free exchanges if you need a different size than purchased.

For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.zenclipper.com.

The Honest Kitchen Wishes Pet Treats

A treat both dogs and cats agree on—wishes do come true! And these treats are as true as they come—their only ingredient is high-protein, omega-3 rich, wild caught fish. These filets are light, crispy, and perfectly snappable to make smaller morsels for smaller mouths.

For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.thehonestkitchen.com

SureFlap Microchip Pet Feeder

The Microchip Pet Feeder is ideal for multi-pet households to prevent greedy pets from becoming overweight and to that the right food is consumed by the right pet. The SureFeed Microchip Pet Feeder only opens for a registered pet’s veterinary implanted microchip or RFID collar tag to prevent pets stealing each others’ food. The lid of the feeder not only stops pet’s stealing food, but when closed the sealed bowl keeps food fresher for longer.

Exclusive 20% discount code for Conscious Cat readers: Use code ConsciousCat20. Discount valid through January 31, 2019.

For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.surepetcare.com

Microchip Pet Door Connect and Hub

The Microchip Pet Door Connect lets you to stay connected to your pet from anywhere. Combined with the SureFlap Hub (required – sold separately) and Sure Pet care app you can lock the door remotely, receive notifications on your pet’s movements and monitor changes in their activity over time. The Pet Door Connect is suitable for cats and small dogs and uses your pet’s existing microchip as an electronic door key, keeping out unwanted intruder animals. The Sure Pet care app lets you know when your pet enters or leaves the house and sends a notification when an intruder has tried to get in.

For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.surepetcare.com

NVR Miss LitterBox™

Cat people know! You can find the NVR Miss Litterbox™ on duty at cat rescues and shelters, cat boarding facilities, cat breeder and exhibitor kennels, veterinarian clinics., and in homes around the world. Cat experts prefer that their cats use the NVR Miss Litterbox™. It has proven itself to be the best solution for vexing litter box issues and a great value.

The NVR Miss has been our only litter box since we first found it in 2011. Read our review here. For more information and to purchase, please visit http://www.nvrmiss.com

Live PeeFree® Odor Eliminator

LivePeeFree® products are safe for pets, kids, adults and the environment because they use no harmful chemicals, enzymes, fragrances, encapsulators or surfactants. The are 5x more effective than other products, so the odor won’t come back! Spray Live Pee Free®! On any surface to remove urine odors and spray it lightly above your litter box to control odors.

For more information and to purchase, visit http://www.livepeefree.com

Books

Personalized Copies of Buckley’s Story, Purrs of Wisdom, and Tortitude

Personalized and autographed books make wonderful holiday gifts, and I’d be happy to gift wrap and ship directly to the recipient for you. To order personalized, autographed copies of my books, please contact me via email.

FTC Disclosure: This gift guide is sponsored by the participating vendors, which means that the businesses featured in this post paid me an advertising fee. Regardless of payment received, you will never see products or services featured on this site that I don’t either use or would use myself. Some of the links in this gift guide are affiliate links, which means if you purchase something by clicking through on one of these links, we will receive a small commission.

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colorfulcreationenemy-blog · 7 years

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AMRITSAR: Not handiest the substance dependency is taking lives of Punjabi adolescents but with the good sized reputation and unabated use of the net, the display addiction has also emerged as a powerful risk for human beings of all age groups the usage of mobile phones, that’s inflicting most important behavioral issues as well as impotency.

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even as agreeing to the dependency due to cell telephones and excessive use of the net, clinical superintendentmannerGuru Nanak Dev medical Clinic Dr. Ram Saroop said that over-dependence on mobile telephones become causing frustration amongst young people and related issues. Bhatia cautioned to increase “position models” at the college degree because the first measure to check the upcoming risk of display screen addiction. “College students observe their teachers and if the academics will hold the mobiles away, they will analyze the identical.”

Getting to know Oneself

You’re my heroine, Beryl. Beryl Markham entered my existence on a book recommendation from my son’s now long departed girlfriend. West With The Night time with the aid of Beryl Markham passed my expectations. Beryl’s adventures, discoveries, rescues and slim escapes made my existence faded in contrast. A huge adventure for me became going all ofmannerso Boston. Discoveries have been more like finding a flood within the basement after a thunderstorm and no knight rescued me from a slim escape or some thing else for that count. however you, Beryl, you did it all. Your e-book is more than a pilot’s memoir, it’s far a bold tale. How did you’ve got the moxie to fly the Atlantic from east to west in 1936? My god girl, they didn’t have GPS and Virtual units returned then! You had been flying by the seat of your pants.

I did not need to be a pilot. I’m terrified of heights. however I, did need an adventure like Beryl’s. journey found me in the form of a required conference in Seattle. Now that might be an journey. No longer your flight path exactly, Beryl, but I might fly west with the Night. 3000 miles. Alone. I was hoping for discoveries too, and maybe a slender break out and a rescue too.

It changed into a protracted flight Beryl, how did you ever do it? I was bloodless, weary and hungry While the jet finally landed. My lightweight wool jacket became no healthy for the pervasive Seattle damp and gloom that oozed into my bones. The cab journey from the airport to the lodge scared me – my first consciousness that I was on foreign turf. The cabbie slightly spoke English, but come what may he were given me to my destination, a venerable antique resort high above the Puget Sound. My room at the twenty fifth floor turned into stuffy and moldy. I attempted to open the window for some clean air. YIKES, Beryl, the window stuck, then popped our pulling me with it. I felt the air rush via me as I bent at the waist, preserving tight to the window latch. Oh my god, oh my god, don’t permit me fall.

Beryl, didn’t heights scare you? From in the back of me an arm reached around my waist. I should sense electricity inside the arm and candy breath at the returned of my neck. My arms have been pried off the window latch. I permit myself be pulled returned to safety, far from the open window. I blinked back tears and turned round, looking forward to to look who? I do not know, but the room was empty, crammed now with fresh air and the scent of my worry after a slender break out. Who rescued me? Beryl, did not you worry about falling from the sky?

Then I took off on a self-guided tour of the Cascade Loop, touted as a combination of inspiring, first rate, and various herbal splendor. at the ground, in a car, secure, nevertheless Alone, however in search of journey. Self-guided tour – what does that mean? I used to be traveling On my own inside the rapid lane as a consultant for three years now. The regulations were simple: Stay to the left and preserve taking walks at the moving walkway; get to the front of the line; speak to the man or woman subsequent to you most effective if it’s going to assist you in commercial enterprise.

My first prevent turned into Stevens Pass Ski Motel. 4,061 ft within the air. In late September the sky became blue, the solar susceptible but shining. A sweeping view of miles and miles of forests that make the White Mountains appear like a unmarried stand of trees. With one unexpected blast of cold air, a heavy snow flurry stuck me taking snap shots of vegetation in a rock lawn. I stood Alone with face to the heavens and arms outstretched, hands up, catching splendid huge moist snowflakes. What peace and beauty – for a second. The silence that incorporates snow become deep. Then I found out my plight. I was the best soul here. I popped the trunk of the apartment car – no snow brush. by way of this time the snow turned into one inch deep and still falling. I checked the grid on the tires, Now not lots grip there. I escaped down the mountain slipping and sliding. I should feel a hand at the wheel correcting my errors with every skid, righting the auto back to the street. one thousand ft down the street, the solar turned into shining and the snowflakes melted off the auto like the rivulets of my sweat. I drove on. Who helped me break out? Beryl, didn’t you worry approximately being so By myself?

The city of Leavenworth become a shocker – a transplanted Bavarian village where it just should not be. simply the facades of the homes had been actual. Open any door and interior and there has been center class The us – traveler wares, plump tourists, and tourist rapid food. I could not wait to get out of this town. This turned into No longer an journey, it was a retreat for the faint of coronary heart.

subsequent prevent on my tour turned into Ohme Gardens, constructed by means of an eccentric circle of relatives who spent each waking, non-working hour turning a dirt hill into a horticultural pleasure. high above the valley below, the Wenatchee and Columbia Rivers met and moved on with out an upward glance. I used to be the primary visitor of the day, likely the simplest traveller of the day. I sat and stared at the grand vista. I dared Now not challenge to the edge of the cliff. there has been no candy breath to hold onto me. The groundskeepers mowed and trimmed around me. I left the excessive floor and went downtown to stroll the sidewalk like a excursion manual as soon as taught me: Put one foot in the front of the opposite. Now do it 1000 instances extra. Beryl, did you marvel on the grand vistas below you?

My subsequent forestall was Lake Chelan. This time New Hampshire won. Lake Chelan changed into a puddle compared to Lake Winnipesauke. I drove right via. there was nothing to hold me or appeal me or scare me right here.

I entered the North Cascades Dual carriageway early the subsequent morning. Oooh this gets uncomfortable, like going again to the age with out Virtual contraptions – no reception on the auto radio; no sign on cellular cellphone. Using by the seat of my pants, I protected excessive peaks, curving roads, transfer backs from side to side, up one side and down the other. Repeat and repeat again, much like taking walks an limitless trail, or flying with not anything to see but Night. At the highest heights, there were scenic overlooks with no safety railings, ideal to drive right off, and nobody might hear a vehicle fall inside the woodland. And the wooded area would swallow you and cover you over. I was Not in any respect tempted, however I, was afraid – of the height, of the danger of falling. there has been no candy breath to make sure the rental automobile was in forward and Now not reverse. I watched the dashboard like a hawk. I held tight. had been you with me Beryl?

Then all at once thunder clouds and pelting rain. I would been in tropical downpours in Florida, however this turned into one of a kind. I used to be within the rain cloud, like a plane flying via it. I drove on and on trying to break out the storm and attain my resort in Concrete. there has been rarely a car in front of me, not often a vehicle in the back of me, rarely a car headed east. I was heading west with the Night time once more, Beryl.

after I in the end reached the city of Concrete, and pulled into the car parking zone of the hotel, I felt silly that I had made a reservation. Who else might Live right here? It turned into a protracted manner from Seattle skyscrapers, only a single row of outdoors hall rooms, the northern face covered with the identical moss that grows at the shady facet of bushes in the mountains. The room categorized Office turned into a mixture living room and lobby. The furniture within the room turned into obliterated by stacks of newspapers and leaning towers of fading Country wide Geographics yellowed and browned with time and. My room changed into rank with the smell of unscrubbed, sweaty human beings. I took off my coat and hung it within the bathe to dry. A whiff stuck me by way of wonder. My coat smelled the same as the room. turned into that the fragrance of worry? This was the remaining ditch resort, the only we all stopped at after surviving the self-guided excursion of life. I flew Alone in my car, with an aviator to look at over me.

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