#drunksy

[quietestrevolutionever]

I get frustrated that when I drink I get even more clingy and emotional. I just want a bae. (... but I also appreciate this part of me and know someone will find it endearing one day.)

Now gimme a bae!!

[hiccuptheautumnspirit-archive]

My Mun has made herself very sad.

She was checking on relationships of her Once-ler blog, Changed-ler and she discovered that one of her dear friends who had disappeared from this site had deleted her rp/ask blogs. She is very upset and my not be giving quality replies tonight. Her other friend has removed all of the old fanfictions and pictures that she had posted. That will be all.

[minipocalypse]

I don't care that she's not my birth mom.  I love her.  No matter what, Drunksy is my Maman.

Happy Brithday, Maman!  Sorry this is up so late.  Love you!

[iremadelmaoo]

DOES ANYONE KNOW DRUNKSY'S EYE COLOR???

[minipocalypse]

I just realized. I'm planning on going into pediatrics and my mom eats kids. HAHAHA WELP.

[minipocalypse]

A Timeline of Sorts

When Mini was two,

Her name was a nickname

Given to her by her mommy and daddy

Because she was their one and only little baby girl.

And she loved them very much,

And they loved her even more,

And she was happy.

  When Mini was three,

She got a little baby sister,

And she told her mommy and daddy

That she would protect her and keep her safe.

And she loved her sister very much,

And her parents loved them both,

And she was even happier.

  When Mini was five,

She woke up one morning

And her mommy was sad,

And her sister was gone,

So she waited for her daddy to come home.

But he never did,

And she never knew why.

And Mini cried and was sad,

But her mommy needed her,

So she made herself be happy again,

Though she wasn’t happy as she was before.

  When Mini was six,

Her aunt would visit,

But whenever she did,

Mommy would get mad

And things would get thrown sometimes,

So her mommy told her to play outside,

And she went on her own adventures,

And came home to broken dishes,

And gave kisses to her mommy’s boo-boos.

And she wasn’t always happy,

But she was strong for her mommy.

When Mini was seven,

She told her mommy that she wanted to try ballet.

But the teacher would get mad

Because her favorite parts were the spins,

So she would spin around the floor instead of paying attention.

And her daddy never saw her recitals,

But her mommy did,

And she never got to teach her sister the different positions,

But her mommy helped her practice,

So Mini was happy.

  When Mini was eight,

Her mommy stopped having just boo-boos

After her aunt visited.

So her mommy taught her how to sew on a banana,

So she would know how to sew skin,

Because going to the hospital too much would get expensive.

And she practiced over and over

So that she could do it perfect,

And her mommy drew on the bananas to make them zombies.

And they would laugh,

Even though it was still a little scary,

And she taught herself to make happy smiles

Even when she didn’t want to.

  When Mini was ten,

She didn’t want to play outside

When her aunt came to visit.

So she went back in,

And she did what her mommy and aunt did,

But she only got them away from each other

And asked her aunt to go home.

And since she could do that,

Her mommy said that she didn’t have to play outside all the time

As long as she was careful.

So she practiced what she did

Over and over,

So she could do it perfect

And be even stronger.

  When Mini was thirteen,

Her mommy bought her a cell phone.

And whenever her aunt visited

And things started looking bad,

Her mommy would send her a message,

And Mini would come home and fix it.

She missed school a lot,

But she made sure to make it up.

So she still got good grades,

But she was very tired,

And not very happy.

  When Mini was sixteen,

She got the message from her mommy

Saying that she needed to come home right away.

But she thought

That if she stayed with her friends

Just this once

Everything would be all right.

That day

Instead of coming home

To a nice house and a smiling mommy,

She only found

Burnt cinders

And a blackened skeleton.

And she cried in pain,

And she blamed herself for it happening at all,

And she was convinced that she would never be happy again.

  When Mini was seventeen,

She learned that she was all alone.

Because the rest of her family didn’t want

The daughter of the woman

Who had died in the only way that scared them

In their homes,

Reminding them of what had happened.

Instead, they bought her an apartment,

Sent her money for school and food and bills,

And applauded themselves for being such a good family to her.

And the people at school,

Who she thought were her friends,

Didn’t want to deal with her emotions,

Or help her through the loss of the last bit of real family she had left,

And when she was pushed too far and snapped,

They all ran away.

They called her a monster, a freak,

And didn’t speak to her for any other reason.

And all she wanted was to disappear forever,

To get away from the family that hated her,

And the other kids that feared her,

And to get back the one constant source of love that she ever had.

But she never really tried.

She considered it.

She planned it.

But she never went through with it.

Because something in her

Wanted to show everyone

That even a freak and a monster

Could be happy one day.

So she stayed by herself,

And she wasn’t happy at all,

But she was strong,

And that would have to do.

  When Mini was eighteen,

She made a decision.

She was done with being sad all the time.

She was done with being angry at everyone.

So she picked herself up,

Put on her old fake smile,

And went out into the world again.

She made some friends,

And she wasn’t scared,

But she never told anyone about anything that had happened

Years and years ago.

  When Mini was eighteen,

She met a person

Who was sometimes a boy,

And sometimes a girl.

He was always happy to see her,

And he had a very nice smile,

And a very nice laugh,

And was kind,

But even stronger than her.

One day she joked that he was her mother,

And he agreed,

And that day,

He became her maman.

  When Mini was eighteen,

She got a new family.

She had an older brother,

And two younger sisters,

And she loved them very much.

She had a beautiful aunt,

And a really cool uncle,

And she loved them too.

But most important of all,

Was that she had a mother,

Her maman,

Who she loved as much as she loved her mommy,

And who loved her and cared for her.

She knew she had to tell her maman

About the things that had happened

Before they had met.

And she was scared

That what happened before

With everyone else

Would happen again

When she told him the story.

But she knew,

Deep down,

That it would be okay,

And that she would still be loved.

And when she thought of this,

She realized something.

  When Mini was eighteen,

For the first time

In so very long,

She was just as happy

As she had been

When she was three.

[minipocalypse]

Happy Family 3

Yes that's what I've decided to call these drabble things.

Gonna post this now before I forget coughagaincough

            Sometimes, Mini got stuck in her own head.

            She’d somehow get onto a thought that reminded her of something bad – her birth family, her insecurities, anything – and before she realized what was happening she’d be stuck in a loop of awful, dark things that made her want to curl up in a ball and not move for a while.

            It was worst when she was at her apartment.

            She lived by herself there, and had for a couple years, but when she got stuck in that loop it was very hard to get out of it when she was sitting on the couch in an empty room of an empty apartment.

            Tonight was one of the “bad” nights.

            Whenever they hit, Mini’s first reaction was to give into the desire to become an immobile ball wherever she was sitting.  But, like she had before when this happened, she forced herself up and went to her bedroom.  She packed herself a bag, put on her sneakers, and grabbed a coat before leaving her apartment.

            Time to fix it.

            Mini had learned, after a few tries, that there were some things that could fix these slumps.  Seeing as a big part of them was self-depreciation, it only made sense that being around her adopted family tended to pull her out of it.  This was the first time she had been hit hard at night since she joined the family, though, so the best plan of action was obvious:

            Pack an overnight bag and walk over.

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Mini arrived at her destination without a single problem.  She didn’t expect any, but it was always nice when she didn’t have to deal with anything like that.

She wandered around the building, after dropping her stuff in her room, trying to see if anyone was still awake.  It was almost four in the morning, but knowing her mother’s work habits, Drunksy was probably still up.

Sure enough, when Mini neared the office, she saw Drunksy on his way out of it.

“Hi, Mom…” Mini said quietly.  Drunksy seemed surprised to see her, she thought, but he smiled and hugged her.

“Hi, sweetness.  Couldn’t sleep?”  Mini nodded and got a sympathetic smile.  “Want Mommy to get you some hot chocolate?”  Another nod got her a kiss to the top of her head as Drunksy led her to the kitchens.

“When did you get here, anyway?  You could’ve come up and said hello,” he said, keeping his arm around her shoulders as they walked.  Mini hesitated.  This wasn’t going to be good.  “…A few minutes ago.”  Drunksy stopped walking and looked at her.  “What was that?”

“I got here a few minutes ago.  Maybe ten, tops?”

Drunksy was quiet.  He took a breath and his lips thinned into a line.  “Please tell me you’re joking, Mini.”  She shook her head, making her mother groan in frustration.

“How many times have I told you not to walk around outside at night by yourself?”

“A lot.”

“And did you have someone with you on your way over?”

“No.”

“Mini.”

“I could have handled it if something happened.”

“That’s not the point!”  Drunksy turned his daughter to face him, clearly angry.  “You keep saying that, but it doesn’t matter.  I don’t care if you think you could take care of yourself if someone tried to hurt you.  You might still get hurt.  That was dangerous and stupid, Mini, and I never want to hear about you doing that ever again, do you understand?”

Mini stared up with wide eyes before hugging him.  “Wh-  Mini, are you listening to me?” Drunksy asked, confused by the reaction.  She nodded, but didn’t let go.

Before she had been adopted, no one really worried about Mini going out by herself at any time.  Her mother had also been an Apocalypse, and she knew Mini was more than capable of taking care of herself if she ran into trouble.  Because of this, nobody warned her about the dangers of that kind of behavior, or got upset with her if she took part in it.

While most children would be annoyed by a parent getting mad at them for taking a short, late-night walk, Mini felt the opposite.  Drunksy yelling at her, simply because he was worried about her, made her instantly feel better and pulled her out of her slump.  She wasn’t worthless and a waste of space, she was loved.  She was cared for.  Somebody wanted her to be safe and happy and if she did something stupid she was going to get yelled at because that’s what moms do when you fuck up and almost get yourself hurt.

Drunksy sighed and hugged her back.  “You do realize that you’re grounded, right?”

Mini laughed a little.  “I’m perfectly fine though!”

“Don’t care.  Grounded.  One week.”  Drunksy gave his daughter a look, then smiled.  Mini’s attitude 180 was strange, but she was probably just tired.  “Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

Mini held her mother’s hand until they got to her room.

One of these days, she’d tell Drunksy just how much he meant to her.

[fierycatgirl-blog]

I'm sorry I just thought you were going to do something crazy but I should have known better than that

“Yeah. I don’t kill. You have to get me really ticked off to the point of not even thinking rationally. And trust me hon. I may get angry easily, but I do not kill.”

This was not a matter worth killing people over. To murder, to take another’s life, was terrible. It was taking away a person’s loved one or friend. They had dreams, goals, pasts, memories, relationships. She remembered seeing Drunksy’s throat slit. The one who helped build who she was today. He had her realize she was deserving of love. He didn’t die, but it struck her deeply to even pander to the thought of someone else taking his life. Someone she didn’t know. He was suicidal, but at least he was control of his life and she expected his suicide attempts. She didn’t accept he could die that way. But at least, she knew it might happen some day.

But someone else she didn’t know did it. The rapid confusion and terror that took her, that someone who deeply impacted her world was just gone. Done. Just like that. No warning, no mental preparation  Dusky just walked in on a day like any other and saw him bleeding everywhere, his throat slit.

When she expected he’d walk out like the rest and abandon her like most people, he stayed with her. Even when she hurt him, gave away his emotional secrets, and burdened him with her troubles, he always stayed with her. Without him, Dusky would have forever accepted that she was an awful person. A sniveling little thing not worth caring about, always brushing the surface thoughts of people but never really loved or hated. Just some annoying little catgirl nobody cared enough to even dislike. He showed her that she was worth more than just a jester to humans.

And then she realized that to the killer probably didn’t know him. They didn’t know Drunksy’s troubles, his multiple suicide attempts, his self-harm issues, his struggle with depression. The killer didn’t see him laugh or cry. 

D was just another head to them. Another throat to slit. Another paycheck written in bloody ink.

She didn’t kill before that, because killing was wrong. But it strengthened her resolve, made her truly understand the impact of a murder on the victim’s loved ones. A story ended, not with a tragic failing or a victorious triumph, but a slit throat by some faceless person. The Warmonger fire made her see the full devastation she could wreck on others if she lost control again. 

Even if Jay the psychopath could never love Inkit back, to take away the loved one of someone else would have been devastating to the catgirl, because she knew how it felt.

“I’d never. EVER. Kill someone else’s loved one.”