Headcanon #500:
Mind is afraid that when he distances himself from or above the others, that he will be too far gone to come back down. That when his paranoia gets the best of him, he'll shut everyone else out and then be completely alone with no way back to where he was before.
Heart is afraid that if Mind is right, with the idea that what he does isn't genuine, that he's being manipulative without realizing it. Then therefore being Whole without himself there is the better option. That he'd be thrown out because his ideas would then be "not worth it" or even "vile"
Soul is afraid that no matter what he does or how good things will be, they'll always eventually split up again or even end up worse. Even then he has no clue what he's supposed to do or be during everything, and so because of that he'll never be whole. Or worse that he'll never really "feel" whole.
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a wheelin’ & a deelin’ sweetpea!ian
look out! he means business!
oh my GOD look at this sweet baby. how could anyone ever possibly refuse! even cranky sweetpea is not immune to those big wet eyes <3
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Find the Word (Tag Game)
I was tagged by @pb-dot in this post for this game! The words I was given are fruit, ditch, joke, and smoke.
Since this is going to get long, I'll put my tags up here: @asablehart, @veneritia, @akiwitch, @maddstermind, @athenswrites, and anyone else that sees this and wants to do it!
I'll give you guys the words beginning, right, leg, and tired!
Anyways, I know for a fact that all of these words are in one of my less-known WIPs, the Final Straw, so I'm using that WIP for this because, as you will see, it's going to get extremely comedic:
Fruit
“Why do you say your name’s Kiwi?” I ask her after I finish telling her about the farm.
“Well,” she says, “I was reading a book about places across the sea, and it had stuff about a bunch of different kinds of fruit. I dunno what a kiwi tastes like, but I’m gonna eat one someday!”
I grin at her. She actually wants to be named after a fruit.
Ditch
“Straw,” Mr. Hank Davis says, looking at me, “go ask your father if he moved things outta the shed. If you see Casper on the way to the house, ask him if he knows, too.”
“Who?”
“Mister Davis, don’tcha know you’ve gotta call him Ditch when talking to Strawbs?” Liver flashes a grin.
Mr. Hank Davis sighs.
“Ditch, then. Straw, can you do that?”
I nod and leave the shed, hearing Liver burst into peals of laughter again.
Ditch’s name isn’t really Ditch, but I can never remember his real name. I just remember that he was the one that helped me out of the ditch I fell into, so I would say things to my dad like “Where’s the one that helped me outta the ditch?” and eventually it shortened down to me just saying “Ditch” and that’s what stuck.
Joke
“Oliver,” Mr. Hank Davis is saying, “I don’t appreciate you ragging me. Where’d you put them hoes?”
“I ain’t got none, Hank, Mister Davis. I’m a gentleman, Sir.” And then Liver bursts into laughter at some joke that clearly isn’t funny to Mr. Hank Davis and I just plain don’t understand.
“Well if you don’t be knowing where they are, then I s’pose you and Straw are gonna have to make a trip to town to pick some up.”
“Aw, but Mister Davis! Ain’t Strawbs a bit young to be picking up hoes?” Liver goes wild with laughter again.
Mr. Hank Davis has gone very red in the face, and his bushy mustache twitches, kind of like how a mouse twitches its nose. Maybe he can smell cheese somewhere.
“I’m too young for what?” I decide to say, mostly because I think Liver has caught sight of me.
Smoke
He grins, spinning the stick from his sucker in his teeth like a toothpick or the funny sticks that catch on fire that I sometimes see Ditch have in his mouth. Then he has to spit out the smoke because his stick’s caught on fire.
“You know I can’t remember your real name,” I say.
“Yah, I know. Which is why I don’t keep telling it to ya.” He sits on my bed and bounces a few times. He doesn’t even weigh down the blankets. “I’d better go. My pops will get mad if I ain’t home soon.”
“Where do you live?”
“You won’t remember,” he says, then goes to the window.
This WIP is a hot mess and I love it. If anyone wants context, you can read the first few (unrevised) chapters over on my Wattpad. I can already see stuff that I want to change in these snippets AAHHHH
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