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A Quick Heads Up To Our Followers...

Lucy is taking a small hiatus for the next few months for personal reasons. She's alright, she just needs a little time to reorganize her life a bit. 

In the meantime she'll be leaving this account with me, bishonenrockmysocks. If you have any questions or concerns feel free to send them my way and I'll gladly pass the message along. :)

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Kittentits: 411 quiche graphs are forever ahaha

Kittentits: how else will we know how often

Kittentits: marluxia and vexen will be doing couple thongs

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HEY, GUYS!

The Girlfrans are performing a super incredible transformation into the Best-Frans!

Your regularly(?) scheduled programming will return once we get our heads screwed on straight again. 

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Kittentits: The juxtaposition of a seemingly charming, slow talking scythe wielding creep with a shit ton of sparkles Kittentits: and also a horse Kittentits: that is me

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HAHAHAHAH OMG

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this is why I want my very own sloth

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omfg

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AWWWWWWW <333

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Hey Marluxia you're cute and all but you're just not a huggy sloth

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True love is when you say "I wish that I had heard the sound of Barack Obama saying "They're sippin' on a slurpee"" and the next thing your girlfriend does is link you to the YouTube video.

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Kittentits: Pwoople who are there want to see that

Kittentits: jesus christ pwoople

Pantskitton: I would have thought that was intentional

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My friend doesn't ship 411. But that doesn't mean she doesn't understand me.

Pantskitton: Kristi and I made a spreadsheet with all our AUs and there are more than sixty

Mary: You are going to be busy.

Pantskitton: I just opened the spreadsheet and looked at it and now I want to write Baby House and that one where Marluxia and Vexen have eating disorders help

Pantskitton: Oh fuck I forgot about x!411 the description for this is "Marluxia is a mail order bride from Russia"

Pantskitton: everything is perfect and nothing hurts

Pantskitton: AND THAT ONE WITH THE SLOTHS

Pantskitton: oh my god Mary why is my life so perfect

Pantskitton: We have literally found more than sixty ways of shipping two characters who don't even like each other in canon

Mary: That's how to ship like a BAWS.

Pantskitton: Oh hell yes it is

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How to take a Cephalovexen out in public, with the use of a wheelchair and a tank of water.

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A piece of my time line for m!411. I have no idea what this "incident with Vexen" is.

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Girlfrans Mailing: A Guide

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why can't you add photos to one photo to make it a photosex

Pantskitton

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and that's how the cookie crumbles

Pantskitton: KT imagine if you didn't know what a banana tree was like

Pantskitton: and you imagined bananas growing on trees like apples

Pantskitton: just one by one

Pantskitton: hanging off the tree

Pantskitton: Just a single banana, maybe two

Pantskitton: Or a bunch maybe but not like a WHOLE PILE OF BANANA

Kittentits: oh my god ahahah

Kittentits: bananas are super cray though

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#59: PK: A Dark Cloud Dispersing

AU: M is for Mpreg

Warnings: None

Description: Finally, some good news for Marluxia.

Author's Note: This is actually one of the most pivotal scenes of m!411.

I'm exhausted beyond words by the time I all but collapse into Kairi's house, barely making it through the narrow hallway and into the sitting room before I sink to the sofa. "You're a lifesaver," I say gratefully, trying to coax some warmth back into my legs as Larxene climbs gracelessly onto my lap, pressing her cold nose against the exposed skin on my neck (which isn't much warmer). Kairi just smiles and gives me back my baby, my fat little Roxas who fits snugly in my arms and gurgles contentedly at me. "Had a fun day at Auntie Kairi's, did you?" I ask in an entirely adult voice. Roxas pulls on my too-long hair. "Yes, yes, I know," I say; "I need a haircut. So do you." His hair, so pale and silky, just like mine when I was a baby (or so it looks from the few photographs of me that remain) and just like Larxene's before it darkened into a smudgy, dirty blonde, is beginning to curl into a crown on his head. I ruffle it affectionately, but Roxas doesn't like my cold hands and makes that signature pre-wail choke that guarantees my hasty retreat. "I made some soup," Kairi, expert chef extraordinaire, says, which is probably the only promise capable of giving me the energy to leave the sofa and head for the kitchen, Larxene trailing in my wake. Kairi makes the most delicious soup I have ever tasted (although admittedly I'm not exactly a soup expert) and judging by the smell of the little kitchen, today is no exception. I eagerly fish a pair of bowls out of the cupboard and am ladling generous helpings into each before I even notice Olette, Kairi's girl friend and housemate, at the kettle, holding a sleeping Xion. Olette just has a way with children, moreso than Kairi and completely unlike me. "I thought I heard you come in," She says, leaning over as I pour a generous amount of cream into Larxene's soup so she'll eat it without complaint. "Were you really just dressed in that, with all this snow? No wonder you look so cold." "I managed," I say in a brave voice that everybody knows means I won't be if the temperature drops even further this tonight, and we troop out into the sitting room again. I end up being the one inundated with babies, because Roxas wants to sleep on my (carefully disguised) boob and Xion likes Roxas and wibbles until Olette hands her over, and Larxene says she's cold but really probably just wants to cuddle. I'm content to focus on my soup and let Kairi and Olette chat about university and anthropology and shopping, only joining in when they ask me how work was (the usual: long and brutal, but strangely satisfying in ways that only posting that final letter of a huge bundle can be) or enquire after Larxene. Mostly they just chat about girl things like shoes and make up and boys. I finish my soup and close my eyes, leaning back on the sofa and adjusting the weight of the children on my lap. Roxas gurgles and reaches for my chest. "Oh, would you look at that," Olette coos, "He wants to breastfeed." "Not a chance," I say without opening my eyes. Not in public, anyway. And then Kairi gets up to do some tidying around the room and picks up Olette's open handbag to shove it out of the way, happening to glance inside as she does so. "Olette!" She exclaims, a grin breaking out on her face. "I didn't know you were on the Pill!" Olette colours immediately, snatching her bag away. "Goodness, Kairi, like you can talk, and anyway, I'm on it for cramps," I give her a look, one that is a whole lot more disinterested than I really am. "Cramps?" "Yeah, you know, period pains?" Olette says, waving her hand. Oh, I know period pains. They have the unique effect of crippling you even when they don't actually hurt that much, a property that is as infuriating as it is baffling. "You wouldn't understand, but if they're really bad then the Pill helps." "Oh," I say. Kairi makes a joke about the fact that I didn't know that, and the conversation moves on. And I sit there with my children on my lap and a dark cloud above me dispersing, and I wonder if these two cheerful girls realise that they have just saved my life.

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Rather than have it all falling out in clumps, Vexen and Marluxia made the decision to shave his hair off completely before the chemotherapy got to it. And for someone who had had long hair since he was fifteen, it took... some adjusting to.

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#58: KT: She Mumbled Something While We Got Down On The Floor, Baby

AU: Nonexistent???? Monster!LarxNam????????

Warnings: None.

Description: Larxene can't sleep.

The shining red letters of the clock read 3:18 a.m., and Larxene can feel her pulse racing on the inside of her thigh. That's not normal, and she knows it; her heart should not be beating so strongly.

Especially since, this night, it has been eaten.

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#56: KT: Come at Me, Bro

AU: Something in which Ienzo is Aeleus’ therapist, and bad stuff happens. Also porking.

Warnings: Unhinging.

Description: Playing CoD alone isn't that much fun.

He'd had a best friend. Once. Back when he slept with relative ease and it didn't bother him too much that Dilan started spending more time with his girlfriend than he did with his best friend. There was nothing extraordinary about her--short and skinny, close-cropped blonde hair, ears full of more holes than Swiss cheese, and she was flat as a fucking board to boot. 

But there must've been something about her, because excuses were made in increasing amounts, and before he knew it he was hanging out alone to play Call of Duty 4, not getting sent to the principal's office on a daily basis for horsing around in lunch, and discovering the fact that nobody really noticed anything was wrong with him if he just came to school in the morning and went to practice in the afternoon and did the drills and showered and went home and tried (and failed) to fall asleep after finishing his homework, so long as he did it all over again for five days a week without complaint. 

Back when he still had Dilan, the downward spiral had only just started, and even if the question was just a casual hey, you okay, man? it was enough to make him feel better, good enough to grin and wave it off and say yeah, 'course, just a bit tired and all that.

After he found himself alone, the insomnia doubled in intensity. Now it wasn't just not sleeping--when he did sleep he dreamt, and when he dreamt he had nightmares that sent him reeling right back to reality.

In a few impossibly short months after his split with the last person he liked, he goes from faltering to falling. It comes in waves, receding and returnign without rhyme or reason or care for what he's doing at the moment. One moment he feels pretty decent, just got a B on that big Bio test, and the next moment the feeling hits him like a punch to the gut and maybe ohgod is he going to be sick ohgod but nobody notices and his stomach roils all day long but nobody asks questions and he gets home okay.