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sabrina candy, seventeen, a little sheltered, but hey, you can't hold that against me, right? just because my dad's a psycho moron doesn't mean that i am!

[sabricxndy]

dizzytrmaine:

dizzy had been sitting on one of the park benches, tugging one of her overlarge gloves up as she absentmindedly sketched out a design in her sketchbook, humming a song she had heard on the radio faintly. when she realized someone was standing over her she slammed her sketchbook shut with a small yelp, looking up. “You don’t really wanna see these- they aren’t the best.”

sabrina couldn’t say she was the most fashionable person around ( she loved dressing in sparkly pastel stuff and being as bright as anything ), but she loved looking at new designs. seeing people’s different tastes was always exciting, which was why she’d stopped to look at the girl’s drawing. when the girl yelped, so did she, almost losing her balance on her roller skates. “what? but they looked so good!”

[sabricxndy]

Text || Sabrina

Alfie: maybe

Alfie: I have heard that it's common for puppies to chew on literally everything but the toys

sabrina: what really??

sabrina: is there no way to stop them from doing that??

[sabricxndy]

Text || Sabrina

Alfie: I have several chew toys but she doesn't seem to like them

sabrina: whaaaaat???

sabrina: i thought all dogs love chew toys??

sabrina: maybe she just doesn't like the smell of them??

[sabricxndy]

Text || Sabrina

Alfie: so pros and cons of the new puppy

Alfie: pro) she's the cutest thing on Earth

Alfie: Con) she like my favorite shoes as chew toes

sabrina: HI STRANGER

sabrina: I DON'T KNOW YOU BUT I LIKE PUPPIES

sabrina: does the puppy have actual chew toys to play with??

[sabricxndy]

literally the cutest most adorabubbles person ever!!! deserves the world, deserves /better/. will fight anyone who messes with her tbh. also. fellow glitches??? gotta stick together bc we awesome okay!!!!! i love herrr!!!

“GLITCH GIRLS, HELL YEAH --”

[sabricxndy]

AND NOW, THE SPEEDIEST SPEEDSTER ON EIGHT WHEELS, SABRINAAAAAA CAAAANDY!!! a sweet, sweet, sweet little cupcake. a sugary sweet treat who surprised me when she got here, but now she's got a special little place in the sugar rush fam-bam 😘

“ANGEL CANDLEHEEEEAAAAAD, CRAZY ALCOHOL-LOVING LOVE OF MY LIIIIIIFE --”

[sabricxndy]

you wouldn't think a guy like me could find a reason to be a prince charming, but lo and behold, she roller skates her way into my life and ends up being the perfect reason. she's my princess, no matter what her code says.

[vivseul]

Send me your girl group bias and i will make you a gifset:   yein for anon

[sabricxndy]

asourpatchkid:

Sour Patch wasn’t expecting the additional voice and he let out a surprised laugh. When he realized it was Sabrina, he wore such a bright smile. He was sure someone could’ve seen it a mile away. “Sabrina! Thank you, thank you!” he exclaimed happily. He stopped playing, letting the guitar rest with its strap so he could clap. “How are you? Can I play a song for you? It’s what I’ve been doing for my birthday. I lacked ideas and I figured playing songs is always fun so here we are!”

“you’re gonna sing me a song? on your birthday? i’d be honoured!” she said with a laugh, rolling over to sit beside him. “do you always do this for your birthday? ‘cause if so, it’s a pretty awesome tradition.” she’d only heard of birthday traditions, and she’s witnessed a few strange ones since arriving in auradon. everyone seemed to make a big deal out of birthdays here.

[sabricxndy]

asourpatchkid:

“Happy birthday to me!” Sour Patch sang, carrying his guitar around campus. Before, Sour Bill conducted every single aspect of his birthday, to the party and the cake to who was invited. Every single time, it made the candy feel like the most important person in the world (if not, the most important to Sour Bill). He got a letter from his papa, and then decided to take matters into his own hands. He decided to share his happiness by playing music to the students. He played songs on request, provided background music to a few games and adorable confessions, but during the time where he’d be looking for people to sing to, he sang ‘happy birthday’ to himself. “Happy birthday, dear Sour Patch~ Happy birthday to me!”

sabrina had done some digging a little while ago. hacking was the better term for it, but she wasn’t about to admit as much with any teachers about. all she’d done was look up the birthdays of all her friends, at least the ones she didn’t know, so she would be prepared with gifts for them whenever those dates rolled around. now she was at the university, searching for sour patch so she could give him his gift, though she doubted it was anything special. hearing the birthday tune, she rushed towards it, joining in at the end with a, “HIP-HIP, HOORAY!” she slid to a stop in front of him, a bright grin on her face. “happy birthday!”

[sabricxndy]

lilmissginger:

“They sure are!” she giggled. “It’s not on bread it’s more like a cookie.” she pointed out. “You can put any ice cream that you’d like on their. If you want we could get some.” she suggested. 

“a cookie?” sabrina tried to imagine it in her head. “so... it’s a sandwich... but instead of bread and butter it’s cookies and ice cream?” the idea made her perk up. “ooh, can we, can we, can we?!”

[sabricxndy]

amongsttheunliving:

Emmy took a deep breath and figured he needed to start somewhere for everything to make sense. “Violet… got tangled with a Dalma. They all have sea magic but I’m not sure if they’re all gods. I know the oldest is…” He wanted to trail off and leave it at that. Too far to do that now. “He broke her heart. She was so upset and he was… just so smug about it. Like it was a fucking hobby of his or something. What kind of person does that? Violet’s the sweetest! He’s some fucking sadist–” His words got sharper the longer he went on and soon, he had to stop himself as his skin started to sizzle and burn, the design inching further up his arms.

He inched away as if it was contagious. He looked away, trying to refocus his energy so he wouldn’t be so angry. “When I went to confront him about it, I got angry and started a fight. Guess who won?” he said, making a vague motion to his arms. “He cursed me somehow, someway. I don’t know how to fix it… yet.”

sabrina frowned as he spoke about the dalmas. she knew who they were in the most basic sense, since freddie had mentioned them ( or at least the one who’d cursed him ) several times, and one of her classmates was friends with them. other than that, she barely knew a thing. as soon as emmy mentioned violet, and what had happened to her, she glitched, but this time it was out of anger rather than anything else. it was rare for her to be truly angry, and it had only ever happened when someone else was hurt rather than herself, but it still wasn’t a nice feeling to have. at least this explained why violet had been so upset a little while ago.

as emmy cut himself off, she moved closer on instinct, wanting to reach out and touch him before realising that probably wasn’t a good idea. she didn’t want to hurt him. as much as she wanted to curse this dalma out, she also didn’t want emmy to be fired up more than he already was. “we’ll fix it. we’ll fix it and get him back for what he did.”

[sabricxndy]

angelxcandlehead:

( @sabricxndy​ said: ❝ if I had any choice in the matter, I’d stay in my comfy bed and eat warm chocolate chip cookies all day. ❞ ) 

“ is there a reason we’re having a stay in a bed or no ?? ” she asked, pulling out her phone to set a reminder to stop by the kitchens later on. “ because either way, i’m ready. i’m down for it. i’m down for bed and cookies any day tbh. ”

“nah, i’m just tired. i was coding stuff all night. like, i was working on presents and stuff and before i knew it, it was, like, seven in the morning,” she said. “and the cookies are for... well, because i like cookies.”

[sabricxndy]

( @asourpatchkid said  ❝ If you could wish on a star right now, what would you wish for? ❞ )

“for emmy to be okay,” was her instant answer. it was the only one she could think of off the top of her head, though she didn’t have to reach that far to find it. “what about you?”

[sabricxndy]

amongsttheunliving:

Sometimes, when Emmy locked himself away in a corner of the library, he’d trace out the designs of the scars that had already begun to scab. He hated to admit how enchanting they looked at times (of course, when they weren’t being a bitch). He didn’t care much for how they looked right now, seeing the way Sabrina reacted to them. After a few more moments, he put his flannel back on, not wanting to draw any more attention to them than necessary.

When she glitched, Emmy instinctively reached out to console her. He knew the reaction was involuntary and he knew it played on her emotions. That was the part that bothered him. He stepped closer to her, gulping as if this was the first time all over again they were so close. “… Violet thinks it’s her fault,” Emmy started, “I didn’t want anyone else close to me to feel like they were responsible because of something I did. That’s on me, though, for not… for not trusting you the way I should.”

once she was over the initial shock, sabrina took a closer look at the scars. there was a pattern to them, different from normal scars, but they were still scars. something -- someone -- had hurt him, and so it didn’t matter to her how ‘pretty’ the markings may look. it wasn’t worth it if it was causing him pain.

she looked up, confused, ignoring her own glitch as she focused on him instead. “why would violet think it’s her fault?” she asked. she knew violet was a sensitive and sympathetic person in general, but she surely had a reason. “i’m not responsible, so it’s okay. i know that. i don’t even know what’s going on.” she gave him a small smile. “but you’re trusting me now. better late than never, right?”

[sabricxndy]

amongsttheunliving:

Emmy’s eyes trailed away, his hand finally dropping from his arm. The fabric of his shirt stuck to his burn. He didn’t curse, he didn’t grind his teeth. Instead, he bit his bottom lip. When his family saw him during one of his episodes, they often demanded (or pleaded, in his mother and Violet’s case) that he tell them what’s wrong and in desperation to get them to understand, he either ended up in tears or with his fist in the drywall. When he was given a choice… a small voice that wanted to help… he was ready to melt.

“I should tell you…” he softly corrected, his gaze dropping to the ground. It was a strange, streaky mixture of shame and reluctance. “I–I’m cursed.” He took off his flannel shirt to reveal all the burn marks. “I didn’t want you to worry. I’ve been trying to find a way to break it before I showed you so I could show you… that I could do it. That I could save myself so you didn’t hurt yourself trying…”

sabrina glitched on the spot, barely realising she’d done so. she was nervous, wondering what could possibly be wrong. this wasn’t like when emmy ended up in a fight or something similar, and he ended up with a bruise or two. this was something completely different. she could tell. he wouldn’t have any reason to hide it otherwise.

before she could ask what he meant by ‘cursed’, his shirt was off and she was staring. a barrage of emotions washed over her at once. anger at whoever did this to him. shame at not being able to help. sadness that emmy was going through something that seemed so painful. she glitched again. “but... but you don’t have to do it by yourself. and what if you get hurt even more because you’re trying to fix it all on your own? maybe i can’t do anything, but...”

[sabricxndy]

amongsttheunliving:

Sabrina always had a lot on her plate and in the back of his mind, he always tried to be aware of it. He didn’t want to burden her with his problems, with his mistakes, with any of his shortcomings. Anything that’d ruin Sabrina’s image of him, he wanted to keep away. It wasn’t even that he didn’t trust Sabrina, he ADORED her, it was just…

And that was why he couldn’t bring himself to tell her. That blank ending, the empty explanation that had no words to match what he felt. He couldn’t excuse anything and that scared him. “Sabrina?” he said, just as cautious as she was. He gulped– and his hand went right over his right bicep, an instinctive reaction to hide his wound (just as if he was caught in his room with a razor). He winced, the raw flesh an unusual sensation against his hand as opposed to a cut. “I… I guess I have some explaining to do…”

sabrina didn’t like not being in the loop. even if it was something bad, something that might worry her, she wanted to know. she wanted to see if she could help in some way. there wasn’t anything wrong with that, surely. all she wanted to do was help, but only if he let her.

she watched as he moved his hand to his bicep, he gears in her mind turning as she connected the dots, though the image itself was still incomplete. she didn’t have all the information yet. “...that would be ideal,” she said in a quiet voice, moving closer so they could talk properly. “you don’t have to tell me, but...” she wanted him to.