#pre-cannon

[dale-the-human]

Original LOA fanfic ft. art by the amazingly talented @parrythefloof

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[cindarslair]

Mister the Crime boss AU

so imagine a world where the Za Lord's guard is formed earlier, where Harry decided to invited Toot-Toot over for pizza, they are talking and then the Dread Beast himself appears, Harry stops Mister from pouncing on Toot-Toot, by bribing him. Explains to Toot that he lives in the apartment at Mister's sufferance (the usual cat owner talk) and the evening goes well

A week or so later Harry sends Bob out with Mister for some reason. Toot seeing this pauses to talk. There is an accord that is reached. Za Lord's guard will aid Mister in the holding and controlling of his realm, in return Mister will not hunt those that bear his badge, and he will lend them the services of his Wizard, if they provide the cash, Harry will order pizza for them with a small tax of sorts, he gets one pizza slice and a bottle of coke for his efforts. (Mister knows that Harry will share with him)

Anyways that is how the Dread Beast's gang started, local pixies mug mobsters that try and ply their trade in Mister's territory and then go to Harry to get pizza with the money, other wee folk ether join Mister's gang or are hunted. The local pets ether stay indoors or follow his directive.

Mister enjoys being lord of his domain, he expand it when he feels like hunting and there is nothing left to hunt.

Harry has noticed that Murphy looks at him weirdly for the last couple of months when they see each other. But other then a "If you where with the mob you would tell me right?" She doesn't say anything.

Then Tommy Tomm and Jennifer Stanton die and Harry is called in. Then Marcone picks him up for a conversation and accuses him of being the "Dread Beast". Harry wonder's why the mob boss is accusing him of a being Mister and b killing Tommy Tomm. They soul gaze and generally things happen like in the book for the most part.

Harry only has a chance to think about being accused of being Mister while he's in the hospital, then he has questions. He gets home and asks Toot-Toot. Toot answers.

Harry then goes gets drunk, finds Murphy and tells her "You know when you told me to tell you if I was part of the mob? Turns out my cat is a mob boss."

As Murphy looks at a drunk Harry he goes on "Did I fail as a pet owner? Why would Mister decide to become a mob boss? Are there signs I should have scene?"

[heatedwetblanket]

Pre-OMORI (omori fanfiction) ( click here for the ao3 link :3 )

Summary: basically how headspace became headspace. OR a sunny character study. WARNING sad

words: 2535

For Sunny, it was natural to withdraw entirely from the outside world.   It wasn’t something he willed himself to do.  He was always content with his own company, busying himself in a way that didn’t interfere with others.  He enjoyed the serenity of silence, the slowness of boredom.  He swam in the everlasting present—never in the depths of the past or the heights of the future.

It began as genuine concern.  His mother was nagging, yet gentle.  There was no lock on the bedroom door, and more often than not his mother respected that.  She was always good at those kinds of things, he remembered.  He was silent, and she was patient.  She gave him time, and then gave him some more.  She gave so much that she began to forget who she was giving time to.  How tall has he gotten since the last time she’s seen him?  

Eventually, she began to crack.  Desperation warped her voice as she talked at him.  Her questions were met with silence.  If she put her ear up to the door, she could hear her son gasp for air, knowing she caused his drowning.  She knew he was hurting, but he was no outlier.

One time she approached his door.  She garbled words about her rotting daughter and her invisible son and Sunny couldn’t breathe the thick emulsion around him and then she left.  Silence returned once more.

This was the height of her short-lived habit of talking to his door.  It was terrifying every time, each minute lasting an hour.  She knocked.   She said she was going to open the door repeatedly, even going so far as to turn the knob.  She would always retreat, almost never fulfilling her threat.  She only followed through once.

That one time, all he could do was stare at her and breathe.  Stare when she stared.  Stared until she closed the door.  He trembled in place as his room was breached and raided by her eyes. The room isn’t the same anymore, he thought.  Something escaped when his mother opened the door.  He couldn’t get it back if he tried.  That day became a little less okay than it was before.  He stared at his mother and saw grief drip down her face.

This is what he hated about withdrawing from the outside world.  The outside will ask for him.  It will knock on his door and cry in his absence and ask when he’s coming back to school and tumble on forward when he wants it to stop.  He didn’t want it to ask about him and tug him around by the hand.  He wanted his hand severed so that the outside would never grab it again.

His mother would leave meals at the door.  She used to knock, but the action felt too loud.  The door would crumble under the tap of her knuckle, so she stopped.  Sunny could hear her footsteps, anyways.  He could feel her presence and her breath and her heavy thoughts as she left mac-n-cheese in front of the door of her son that she hasn’t seen in weeks.

She would get excited to see the dirty bowl that spawned in front of his door. She would relax when she heard Sunny’s footsteps above her.  They were proof that her son was still there.

- - - - - -

Sunny spent his days and his nights in his room.  His mornings, his evenings, his high ‘noons, and tea times.  His room was average by all means, including Scholastic Book-Fair merchandise, a GameBoy, and a radio.  They provided momentary relief, but Sunny’s mind wouldn’t be entertained for long.  He could never fully remove himself.  Books, which provided a pocket universe, didn’t give Sunny an escape.  Sunny’s mind never felt fully understood by the authors taking up space on his shelves.  He could see parts of himself, but never a whole.  A few came close, yet Sunny always found a loose thread to unravel fantasy worlds and charming characters.  Tetris on his GameBoy never hypnotized him, unlike Kel.  His radio was too loud even with the volume knob just above mute.  That bothered him. 

He mainly stared at nothing.  His room was silent, his eyes were empty.  The ominous “future” made air emulsify, so his mind lazily wandered to mull over things he liked.  He reminded himself of the past so he could feed from the second-hand, leftover joy that he forgot to consume the first time around.  It wasn’t long before he began to think about his friends—before he started reminiscing.

Sunny loved his friends.  He never stopped loving them.  Not once.  It's just that distance never hurt.  They were outside and he was inside, and he didn’t mind it at all.  He still thought of everyone as his friends.  They never stopped hanging out with him, even though they haven’t visited Sunny and Sunny hasn’t left his room.

Whenever he tilted his head in a certain manner, or thought of some awful pun, he’d imagine his friends would comment on it.  He’d spot an old book on his desk and Kel would complain about reading that book for school.  He’d see a spider scurrying across his floor and he could feel Hero shaking in fear.  He’d watch an airborne speck of dust fly about, and he’d see Aubrey waving her hand in front of his face, ready to ask what exactly he was looking at.

It was simple, normal interactions.  It was the conversations for the sake of sharing each other’s company.  Sunny only nodded or replied briefly, but his friends were still happy to talk to him.  He kept his own silence, but he wanted his friends to be with him, too.

Sometimes he would silently ask a question to the wall, and Kel and Aubrey would respond with the same answer.  They would shout “jinx” at each other, and then “jinx again.”

“You owe me a soda!” Aubrey yelled.

“Well YOU owe ME two sodas!” Kel countered. “Hey! You can’t do that!”

“Yes I can! Plus you didn’t get me a soda last time I said jinx…”

“That doesn’t mean I gotta get two! And I’m the one who yelled jinx first.” Aubrey would cross her arms and pout.

“Well I don’t care.”

“You cared when I’d get a free soda for you—”

“That you STILL haven’t gotten me, by the way”

“Stop interrupting me!

“Well maybe say something I like for once!”

“HEY!”

Sunny thought to himself for a little bit.  In this situation, he would leave them both in the treehouse and head into his kitchen.  He would find a bottle of coke in the fridge, and fetch two cups from the cupboard.  Clumsily holding glass and plastic close to his chest, he would return to the treehouse and pour his friends a drink.  They would all drink soda in the treehouse.  They would be happy.  He wanted them to be happy.

They were often happy when they were hanging out in the treehouse.  Trinkets were strewn about the place and the calendar watched them.  Their voices would fill the space and Sunny would close his eyes and listen to the cadence of it. He loved everything about his friends, from their unique footsteps to humming and whistling and giggling.  Sometimes all he could do was listen, since he’d be overwhelmed by the joy they shared with him.  He’d have to close his eyes or look down, so he wouldn’t completely exhaust himself.

Sometimes, after sleepovers, Sunny’s face would be sore the next day.  Or, Sunny’s voice would be a little raspy from use.  His friends brought out everything in him.  They made everything better and warmer.  Even during those times at Basil’s house—Sunny’s mom would insist on picking up Sunny herself. Basil’s house is a two minute walk away, but Sunny’s mom showed up regardless.  She was “picking up her son,” but she coincidentally got along with Basil’s mom very well.  They’d talk and talk, each “goodbye” sparking another hour-long discussion.  That regular period of waiting, normally seen as boring, was made valuable because Basil was there.

He’d throw a tired look at Basil, and Basil would look back knowingly, their moms oblivious to the setting sun.  They’d sometimes talk, but mostly just sit in silence and wait.  They’d lay on the floor with their heads next to each other, sitting up when they think their moms are finally done.  When Sunny’s mom leans on the kitchen counter once more, Basil and Sunny share a sigh. Followed by a giggle or two.  They didn’t need to speak to know that their play-date would be a little longer than planned.

Basil had a book all about botany.  It was his pride and joy—he got it for his 11’th birthday.  He brought it to the treehouse once.  He and Sunny were hunched around the book face open on the floor.  Basil grinned to himself as he pointed at a picture of a cactus.

“This one’s definitely Kel.”

Sunny liked that memory.  He had pancakes for breakfast and wore his favorite socks that day.

Kel popped his head through the open door.  He was still on the ladder, so it looked like he was just a talking head.  “Did’ya call me?”

Basil’s head snapped to Sunny.  Sunny stared back.  Kel’s brow furrowed.  Basil started giggling.  Sunny smiled.

Kel looked confused.  Or he would’ve.  Yes, he would’ve looked confused if Kel was there. If Sunny and Basil and Kel all hung out that day.  Basil always kept that book in his room, he remembered.  He’d never take it anywhere because he didn’t want to scratch the shiny cover.  Or mess up the gold pages.  He told me that one day at his house.  But, Sunny just made a memory better.  He felt something close to okay.  So, he formed a new habit.  He would remember and recount events that never happened.  Over and over and over again.  He altered his interactions, switching out who was there like dolls in a dollhouse.  He would change the setting.  He’d make the treehouse his favorite color.  He’d get an allowance every day instead of every week.  It didn’t need to be real—it needed to make Sunny feel warm.

Feeling warm was good, and Sunny liked to feel good.  His own false memories were intoxicating.  It was addicting to replay happy days and feel something so familiar.  His mind worked against sunrises and sunsets, against the waning moon and flipping calendar pages.  Sunny could spend a week seeing the same day, if he wished.  Time didn’t matter, and that was the most comforting thought he’s had in a while.  Time didn’t need to matter when days passed at his will (at least when he closed his eyes).  Sunny never kept up with his calendar, or even turned the page to the right month.  Before, he hesitated, grieving over a time that passed.  Now, he didn’t have to.  There was nothing to fear.  The calendar could even go backwards, if he wanted it to.

Now, with this colorful world and his friends one door away, he could almost say he felt good.  But just one moment out of his head would sober him to reality.  That didn’t feel good.  Sunny didn’t like being reminded of why he’d never leave his room.  The world was too scary, so he created one that welcomed him with open arms.

Even his own name would remind himself of what was real and what wasn’t. So, Sunny wasn’t Sunny anymore.  He didn’t have to be.  He didn’t have to be sixteen years old.  At sixteen, he had lost so much.  At twelve, he had everything he could’ve asked for.

- - - - - -

Sunny could always hear people knocking on the front door from his room. The walls of his house were thin and ready to relay information. This caused him to never knock on other’s doors—reaching for the doorbell instead.  Knocking was a little too intimidating.  No matter who knocked, it sounded a little scary.  The doorbell on Sunny’s house always broke, and eventually no one bothered to fix it.  Knocking became a must, to Sunny’s dismay.

After some time in his room and in his head, a loud and insistent knock made Sunny jump.  He heard his mom’s footsteps, and he heard more excited knocking.  Sunny was knocked out of his headspace, disrupted before he could see his friends.  He was a little irritated, but he was way more scared.  Instead of listening in, he hid in his bed.  He pulled blankets over him and hugged a nearby pillow.  He waited.  Waited for it to pass.

He loved his friends.  He loved seeing them.  He knew that one of them was knocking and asking about him and waiting to see him.  He knew that.  But he was so scared.  He wanted them to forget about him.  He wanted no one to remember him, so that maybe he could peacefully fade away.

After a while, he felt the house shiver as his mom closed the front door.  He emerged from his pillow fortress and blanket moat, careful not to make a sound.  He had a bad feeling about this knocking.  If anything, he knew his friends (Kel especially) were consistent.

When he woke up he felt dread.  Dread that today someone else would ask for him.  They’d ask for Sunny.  Sometimes they’d even stay and chat.  His mom never invited them inside, but they would pass around some small talk in the doorway.  Sunny hated it.  He hated it and he hated the updates that his mom would give him. Over time, his mom found success in leaving sticky notes everywhere.  Underneath the door, on his door, by his food, and on the mirror. She would write small things to him. Things like “have a good day” or “Aubrey said hi today,” sometimes next to a small doodle.  She cared so much.  She tried so hard to make Sunny feel comfortable while still giving him her love.

Every reminder that his mother was his mom would crack Sunny.  That tied him down again.  The chain and ball cuffed to his ankle grew as he stumbled forward.  It pulled him down from his vibrant dream.  Seeing her pass along messages from his friends hurt.  Seeing “Love, mom” hurt.  Everything was painful.  His makeshift solitary confinement gave him escape.  Sunny hasn’t felt the sunlight hit his face in years, yet Sunny didn’t need the sun to see a world so bright.  He has never experienced something so fantastical that caters to his every dream.  So, dream he did.  He’d close his eyes and relish the imaginary life that he pretended to have.  He relished not being awake.

He wasn’t awake as his mother made a decision.

There were fingerprints on her reading glasses.  She misplaced her eyeglass cloth yesterday, so she dealt with the inconvenience.  It was probably in her purse.  The tea in the microwave had gone cold again.  She was almost alone in the house.  She pulled out a phonebook, addressbook, and notepad—all while scanning a spread out map on the kitchen counter.  Looking for a place outside of their zip code.  Anything without stairs.

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thank you for reading!! if you feel inclined, feedback and criticism is appreciated :3 thank you for giving my work your time ♥

[hamilgirl500]

Marty and Doc Pre-Cannon Sneezefic (requested by @daryfromthefuture)

Marty just couldn’t take it anymore. Thanks to all the ruckus from his chaotic family, what started as a slight headache turned into one of throbbing pain. He needed to get away from them.

And so, he did.

When he arrived outside Doc’s house, Marty knocked on the door so hard, you’d think he was trying to escape an assassin. Doc opened the door. “What’s wrong, Marty?” he asked.

“My family,” panted Marty. That was all he needed to say; Doc let him right in.

“So Marty,” said Doc, ”since you’re here, wanna see my latest…”

But Marty interrupted him with a tiny “Chu!”

“Bless you. So, wanna see my…”

“Chu!” Marty sniffled and wiped his runny nose. “Sorry, Doc.” He looked up to see his friend grinning. “What?” Marty asked.

Doc chuckled. “Your sneeze. It’s adorable!”

Marty rolled his eyes, but returned the laugh. Doc was the only person who could poke fun at his sneeze and get away with it. But the pleasure was short lived, as the boy was soon seized with a chill that made him shiver uncontrollably.

With a look of concern, Doc gently placed his hand on the younger male’s forehead. Marty sighed with delight to feel the refreshing coolness against his searing flesh.

“Great Scott!” Doc exclaimed. “You’re burning up, Marty!”

Marty winced and clamped a hand to his head. ”Doc, could you keep it down just a little, please?”

Doc lowered his voice a bit. “Oh, ok, sorry. Anyways, I really think you should lie down.”

“No, I’ll be fine.“ But then Marty gave a yawn. He realized just how tired he was. “Ok, maybe I should lie down.“ Then he climbed onto the couch. Doc handed him the blanket from the back, which Marty covered his feet with. The boy snuggled in, and before long, he drifted off to sleep.

Some time later, he woke up to the smell of something savory and delicious. Doc was kneeling on the floor next to the couch.

“Hey Marty, I made you a little something.” He showed Marty a bowl of chicken noodle soup.

“Thanks Doc!“ said Marty with a smile. He reached out to take the bowl, but Doc gently held it back. “Uh-uh-uh. I’m going to feed you.” Spooning up some of the soup, he guided it into Marty’s open mouth.

The warm, salty broth spilled down Marty’s throat, soothing its scratchiness. As he continued to eat, he wondered what he could have done to deserve a friend like Doc. Clearly something pretty amazing.

[katwritessometimes]

Losing Sleep

FatGum x OC

He was never part of the plan, having her heart stolen by a foreign hero was not part of the plan. She'd be opening her own agency soon a rising hero in America. And she'd be damned if she let her ambitions go to waste over some guy.

That's what she tells herself anyway.

Sophie hated nothing more in life than losing sleep. But there she was, almost 3 am tv humming in the background with something she'd stopped paying attention to hours ago.

She was tired and grumpy she should have been in bed. But there she was still up knowing exactly why but not wanting to think about it. Normally she'd be dead asleep by the time Taishiro got home and climbed into bed with her, never losing sleep to stay up and wait for him.

But Taishiro would be leaving soon, gone and thinking about it made her anxious in a way she never considered possible. Losing sleep over a man, how childish she kept scolding herself. But Tai had been on exchange at her agency for just over a year and after sharing a bed with him for almost as long, it felt empty without him.

Sophi's ears perked when she heard the keys in the door, shooting up from her spot on the couch and padding over to greet the BMI hero. A lazy smile on her face happy that he was finally home.

But when the door opens Sophie doesn't quite recognize the man standing in her doorway. Her body instinctively dropped into an offensive stance bending the metal jewelry on her body into sharp spikes, sending them flying at the man stopping just in front of his face.

"It's me So, Taishiro." The man spoke and Sophie squinted at him suspiciously, the man in front of her was not the Taishiro she knew. One to many run in's with shapeshifters kept the hero on edge.

"You're too small to be Tai" she snarled metals inching closer to the man's face. Taishiro sighs running a hand through his hair.

"We have a little pink Shiba plush in bed." He starts and Sophie raises her eyebrow at him still suspicious.

"Go on." Taishiro laughs leaning against the doorframe a little amusement his eyes as he watches the ever-suspicious woman in front of him who he adored.

"it's got a soft curly tail that you hold onto in your sleep every night, and when we went on that trip and you left it home you had your sister mail it overnight to us" Sophie's suspicion immediately faltered, taking the man in front of her in. He was smaller for sure, but the same crazy blond hair and familiar golden eyes she loved so much. She noticed the bandages around his arms and face a familiar orange hoodie tucked under his arm.

"The fight today was bad, I had to take the offensive and lost a lot of mass." Tai mumbled shoulders sagging and Sophie sighed pulling back the sharp metal she'd been threatening the man with. Molding the pieces back into their usual decorative jewelry around her arms and ankles before finally let the man in.

"Tai" she hummed walking up to him. He'd shrank in hight a foot or two shorter than what she was used too and skinnier than she'd ever seen him before.

"I didn't even know you could lose this much, you're so small" she mumbles bringing a hand up to stroke his cheek. Taishiro's face broke out into that smile she loved so much.

"I'll still always be much bigger than you thought" he chuckled bringing one of his huge hands enveloping the side of her face. A blush crept its way into Sophie's face heat flushing through her body. He was indeed still so much bigger than her, but it felt weird seeing him this way and she couldn't help the frown.

"Hey hey it's ok, I can build it back up, just need to eat." Taishiro leaned into her touch and pulling Sophie into him, enveloping her into his hold.

"I'm hungry" He huffs letting out a sigh and relaxed into the smaller women. Sophie laughed doing her best to hold up his weight and Taishiro chuckles before standing up fully smiling down at her and leaning down to kiss her forehead.

"This is a little weird I won't lie" she mumbled pouting, not used to being able to fully wrap her arms around the man in front of her. Taishiro laughed as Sophie pulls away from him fully lacing their fingers together and leading her into their living room. The BMI hero settles down onto the couch and Sophie turns set on fixing something for him to eat only to be pulled into the hero's lap.

"Tai" Sophie whines as the hero lifts her up and onto his lap so that she's straddling him. Maneuvering her arms up and around his neck before settling his own arms around her waist.

"Let me just hold you for a little bit" Taishiro mumbles pulling the brown-haired woman into his chest and squeezing her gently. Sophie relaxes into the man nuzzling her nose up against his neck and settling in his hold. It was weird normally used to curling up on the man's belly or tucked into his side, never really able to straddle him the way she was now.

"I'm gonna miss you So" he mumbles against her hair and Sophie tenses in his hold. She'd been avoiding the though like the plague, he'd be gone by the end of the month. Back over to Japan and she'd probably never see him again. Tai squeezed her gently and he felt her begin to shake.

"Hey hey it's ok baby what's wrong?" Tai rubs her back soothingly as the earth hero lets's out a small sigh before pulling away from him. Taishiro can see the tears threatening to spill as she brings her hands up to rub at her eyes.

"How about I make you something yummy yeah?" Sophie mumbles voice shaky as she tries to pull away from the man. Taishiro doesn't let her go keeping the grasp on her wast gentle but firm.

"Talk to me cupcake" Taishiro spoke softly bringing a hand up to wipe away her tears.

"I'm ok, I'm ok" Sophie mumbles trying to pull away from Taishiro's hold but he wouldn't let her. Fighting back tears she promised herself she wouldn't spill over the man underneath her.

"Taishiro please" Her voice comes out as a whisper and the BMI hero frowns but lets her go all the same ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Thank you for coming" Taishiro smiled down at Sophie. He'd gained so much of his weight back at this point but he still looked a little weird to her, his cheeks not quite as full as they usually are. Eyes still tired.

"I wasn't gonna" Sophie mumbles as Taishiro pulls her into a hug. The two spent the previous night together and earlier that same morning before Taishiro went off to the agency to finish finalizing his trip.

"I know, thank you for coming" Taishiro's voice is soft as he looks down at the smaller woman, the beautiful golden eyes Sophie loves so much peering down at her.

"I'll miss you" he spoke softly the smile never leaving his face as he brings a hand up to stroke Sophie's cheek looking at her as if she was the only person in the world.

"I know." She mumbles offering him a soft smile back, the BMI hero knows she's upset but unwilling to show him her emotions.

"Come visit me yeah?" Taishiro asks and Sophie nods burying her face in his chest, hands coming to clutch at his shirt. Letting tears spill freely against him she feels Tai wraps his arms around her a soft chuckle coming from him as the two hold each other. Sophie pulls away first taking a deep breath to compose herself before stepping away from Taishiro. When she looks up at him his eyes are watery but he's still smiling, he opens his mouth to speak

" Oi, Toyomitsu our flight's boarding we gotta go" one of his associates called. Taishiro sighs yelling back a confirmation before leaning down pressing his lips against hers in a gentle kiss.

"Kick ass yeah? I wanna hear the name FatGum all the way here in America." The earth hero speaks up when the pair pull away from each other smiling up at her lover with teary eyes. For as much as she hated parting with him when knew that both of them were passionate about heroes and this was the path they'd chosen to take.

"And I wanna hear Terra all the way in Japan" Taishiro mimics before leaning down to kiss her again. Enveloping her in one last hug and Sophie tries her hardest not to cry choking on the sob that's trying to claw its way out. The pair pull away from each other teary-eyed and Taishiro wipes away the tears on her face one last time before he's being called away to board his place.

The two heroes part ways with heavy aches in their chests. In love with the person they were leaving behind, but knowing that in the end being heroes was their priority. Taking solace in knowing that maybe someday when they were both past their prime, the universe would allow them to be together.

[dis-a-rray]

(casually reaches down and... snatches the little heathen up by his tail) * Haven't I told you to watch how you act in front of others, Jevil?

@cartomancr

The jester didn’t notice his friend until feeling his tail snatched and pulled up. He loudly yelped, slightly squirming. Busted!!!

“Seam! W-whatever are you talking about!? It was only a little mischief fun!! Please, let go of my tail!”

[dis-a-rray]

★ for @spadetm, previously spadedpup

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.  @spadetm      

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better/ maybe  become friends

[dis-a-rray]

* BAD WORDS! BAD WORDS! * As king, I’m grounding you, basement’s-basement-man. [@spadetm]

@spadetm He burst out laughing from hearing those words as his tail wildly flickered. His tongue stuck out of his mouth, and his two fangs were sticking out, having the fangs rest on his lower lip. Once he was done with his laughing fits, the jester mischievously smiled at the child. Slightly he jumped in the air and floated to him. “More freedom for me but my punishment of not able to share my freedom is what would only sadden me. What a sad way for me to get grounded.”