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montywithchildhoodtrauma · 10 months

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SAMS added character in the Game.

Please keep in mind that i am PoppySeedOnCaffeine and will soon be using my old account so most of this stuff on here will be transferred to my usual account.

Lunar: He's helpful! kinda... if he finds you, he starts dragging you back to the daycare or Gator golf, wanting to play games, unfortunately he his rather loud and accidentally alerts the others of your whereabouts. He often can't help with Chica or Roxy as they don't care for him much, but if Monty's on your trail he hides you as fast as possible then directs the Gator in the opposite direction. With Eclipse, he makes himself known and immediately takes the taller bot off your hands. He can't help much with Moon, while he does try to slow Moon down, he can't do much. He attaches himself to Moons Leg in hopes of slowing his brother down, this does little though (considering Moon probably has experience with children attaching themselves to his legs) He isn't too active in the Daycare with Sun, content on fiddling with Spigot than helping watch you, though he is convinced you're trying to play a game of tag.

Earth: While she's not sure why you want to leave the daycare (Its effectively the safest place you could stay till morning comes), she doesn't stop you from getting the card, though before you get the card, she adds her call sequence into your Faz watch in case you need help. She can help you with one animatronic for ten Minutes per hour. However, this doesn't work with boss fights, she leaves during the generator level. leaving you behind with Lunar and Moon as she tends to something in her room, oblivious to what is going on in the daycare. She is most effective on Monty for obvious reasons, though Chica and Roxy need a little more tending to keep them distracted. Unfortunately, she gets into long conversations with Freddy which sets you back a bit. She also provides snacks and offers to try and get Sun to lift the Ban so you can be safe in the daycare.

Creator: He doesn't attack you, he just watches, showing up in the corner of your eye and waving ominously before heading somewhere else.

KC: Appears quickly after Creator does, He's much more violent the closer Creator is to you, often times he seems kind, if not a bit creepy, Freddy easily calms him down and KC follows you around for a bit looking around nervously before disappearing.

BloodMoon and HarvestMoon: the First time that BloodMoon shows up is in the vents, there is a cut seen as the twins rip the little Music man apart, spraying oil onto the camera, they slowly look up at you, yelling at one another about how exited they are for a fresh kill, they then begin chasing you, creating loud thumps in the vents that echo throughout the Plex. Unlike the Mini MM they follow you out the vents. If another animatronic catches you while they are chasing, you have a 10 second head start as the twins knock you out of the animatronics arms and fight with them over you. with the hiding spaces the twins can check them, but never check twice so pay attention to the hiding space they first look at and get there as quickly as possible. Freddy cannot protect you from the twins, hiding in his chest means endgame.

Eclipse: Much more interested in finding Monty and Lunar, often calls out in a lazy tone, "Come out come out wherever you are" Its not directed at you but if he sees you, it's fair game. If the lights are out while he is chasing you, he opts to go for Moon or KC, again giving you a ten second head start. He is seen standing at the overhang after you just get kicked out from the daycare, staring at you with a smirk.

Solar Flare: Don't Hurt KC and you'll be fine. Or do... I don't care.

#sun and moon show #sun and moon show lunar #sun and moon show Earth #Sun and Moon Show Creator #sun and moon show kill code #sun and moon show bloodmoon #Sun and Moon Show Harvest #sun and moon show eclipse #sun and moon show solar flare #montgomery gator #roxane wolf #chica chicken #glamrock freddy

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intruality-overlord · 4 years

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Why Are We (Best) Friends?

Warnings: Excessive swearing, alcoholism, mentions of drugs, drug use, suggestive humor, implied sexual content (no smut), some gore descriptions. Generally, Remus stuff.

Taglist: @blogging-time @veraisnotfine @littlestr @jessibbb @ibroken-butterflyi @hi-its-tutty @idkanameatall

(For these first couple chapters I have tagged people I thought might be interested in reading this. Please let me know if you want to be added or removed from the tag list!)

The next chapters I will be posting every week on Thursday/Wednesday because this is a prewritten fic (look at me being responsible—)

Chapter Two: Fuck This

The Present.

“That fucker drives me fucking insane!” Patton’s shouting bounced off the walls. “Virgil keeps getting fucking mad at me and I don’t even know what I’m doing fucking wrong at this point, but he won’t fucking tell me what the fuck it is either!” He ranted. Remus nodded along, sat across from him. His legs were crossed with his pointy elbows resting on top, and his spine bent awkwardly so he could settle his head in his palm. Thoroughly entertained, Remus hummed every now and then in agreement like a sham therapist.

“And Roman! He... he... You know why he’s a bitch,” Patton lamented. A cackle shattered Remus’s short-lived, feigned seriousness.

“The last time we saw you was fucking Christmas,” Patton mocked. “Maybe because you didn’t fucking invite me, idiot. Of course Logan wouldn’t, though, all high and mighty smartass. And my puppet idea was a fucking good idea goddamnit. Bullshit. Bullshit!— ugh,” Patton sighed out his remaining traces of frustration. He crossed his arms over his chest and sunk into the green bean bag. Some of the styrofoam beads spilled out a small tear on the poor, battered, ever shrinking bean bag.

Grinning wildly, Remus said, “While that was a marvellous performance, I must say it could do with a little more variety in your profanity.” Patton gave an amused, breathy snort.

“Why are we friends, Remus? You’re such a bad influence on me,” Patton said teasingly. Remus rolled his eyes as Patton plucked another Pepsi can (which contents had most definitely not been poured down the drain and refilled with a concoction of cocktails) from his mini fridge. Remus let Patton hide his alcohol stockpile in his room since his dear friend was so paranoid of the other sides discovering it. “Encouraging me to curse, letting me have access to vodka…”

“Oh, shut up. You’ve become an alcoholic all on your own,” Remus said dismissively.

“...True,” Patton conceded. “You were always more the type for cookie mix,” Patton added as an afterthought. Remus doubled over into a laughing fit. Cookie mix most certainly had nothing to do with cocaine. He couldn’t help but laugh at the smug knowing look Patton sent him as him floundered.

“You— you can’t— I’ve been clean for a few months now!” Remus said defiantly, sinking further into his beanbag with his arms crossed. (Quickly, Remus double checked, pulling his hair over his eyes only to find clear brown, no white in sight. Phew.) Patton hummed sceptically. “But you did have shrooms recently,” he teased.

Remus huffed. “No I haven’t— …Wait—” Remus paused, “Have I?”

“I don’t know,” Patton smiled, “Have you?” Remus let his eyes wander the room. “I can’t remember…”

Patton rolled his eyes fondly.

“You know as long as you’re not over doing it, and you’re being as safe as possible, it’s fine with me. I don’t have any right to judge,” Patton said reassuringly. Yes, Patton knew it was inherently wrong to not at least try and steer his friend onto a less self-destructive path. Remus, to him, was like a hairless Chinese Crested puppy. Very weirdly adorable in the nasty kind of way. (That sounds bad, but he truly means it in the best way possible. What he lacked in hair as a metaphorical dog, he made up for in personality and a good heart muddle somewhere in there). Which meant he struggled to ever say no to him.

Patton also knew that the last thing he wanted to be was a hypocrite. Maybe once he got himself on the right track, then he’d intervene more.

“Seriously, how did we ever become friends?” Patton said genuinely. “I still thought babies were delivered by stalks when we first became friends.”

“I dunno… we just did,” was all Remus could come up with. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. When he couldn’t quite get comfy, he resorted to sitting upside down on the couch instead. Much better.

Silence settled over the two for a minute. Patton stared into space, deep in thought. Taking sips of his drink, he felt the alcohol lethargically burning down his throat. Remus resorted to picking at his nails again in the stillness, wondering if it’s possible to have a tattoo underneath your nails.

“I don’t regret it,” Patton said thoughtfully. Remus cocked his head to the side, neck cracking when his body slipped down the sofa a bit. “Becoming friends with you,” Patton clarified. “You’re the best friend I could ask for, really. You don’t baby and shelter me like the others. You let me just… be,” Patton said sincerely. “Which always seems too much to ask of the others,” Patton tacted on bitterly. He took a generous swig as if to emphasize his point. Remus scoffed, the tiny movement making him slide the rest of the way down onto the carpet. “Aww I’m flattered, honey.” His tone was excessively teasing, yet his expression was anything but.

Midst lazily reaching for another can, Remus swatted Patton’s hands away. “I think that’s enough. You’re already starting to monologue. If you keep going you’ll have a hangover so bad, it’ll feel like you actually hanged yourself,” Remus tutted. While Patton was no light weight (his words hadn’t even begun to slur yet), from the way Patton was chugging it down, Remus knew his body just hadn’t caught up yet.

Meekly lolling his head back to face skywards, Patton whined but didn’t protest. Sinking lower into the cushy bean bag, his eyes traced imagery patterns on the ceiling.

God, Remus knew that look.

“I just don’t know anymore, ReRe,” Patton said defeatedly, “Every time I think I’m over it, they keep giving me false hope. Everything I say and feel is ignored, and whenever I’m right, they always think it’s a stupid flook. They never listen. I don’t think they ever will at this rate. I don’t even know if I want to be friends with them anymore or I’m just really fucking lonely and my brain’s just hard wired to associate, I don’t know, being happy? With them?” His eyes were vacant, dull. “Why can’t it be like when we were little?”

While the whole point of their little get together was for Patton to vent with free will to cuss as needed, this more sappy, philosophical stuff… Remus didn’t like. You can’t blame him for not liking to see his best friend this miserable. Still, he knew it was best to let Patton keep going.

“Even if they did actually care about me, I’m sure they’d stop the moment they knew we’re like… a thing. Logan would think I’m crazy— Virgil and Roman too… I know what they’d think of us and it’s so— so—” Patton made a nondescript noise of frustration. “They’d say you corrupted me or some shit. I… I’m not embarrassed of you. I should stop acting like I am. I hate this stupid dumb angel reputation I have anyway. I’m just… I have to admit the only real reason I haven’t really said anything at this point is it’s kinda funny seeing their reactions whenever I accidentally say something that sounds wrong.”

Remus chuckled. “I don’t know how they haven’t caught on yet, honestly. Your half of our brain cell is just as sick as mine. They must be in denial.”

“Yeah…”

…

“I should be going to bed,” Patton tried to stand up. As soon as he stood however, his knees buckled. Remus dashed to his side and caught him. “You goof…” Remus positioned him upright. Steadying hands on his hips, Patton tried to stand up straight. A task easier said that done when you’re a gay panic. Inevitably, Patton limply collapsed on top of Remus.

“I don’t think I can make it to my room…” Patton’s cheeks flushed and the red ran down his neck.

“You wet noodle.”

“You… blue cheese lover.”

(“Is that supposed to be an insult?”)

(“Who the fuck likes blue cheese?”)

Arm slung over his shoulder, Remus hauled Patton into the hallway and onwards. He would have carried Patton if he hadn’t been so surprisingly stubborn. All well, anything to make him happy. They returned to their earlier, lighter bantering. The alcohol started to really catch up with Patton, his quips came slower. No less witty, though (by their standards).

Everything would’ve gone like normal if it wasn’t for a certain nerd who had decided on a coffee before bed. Most counterproductive. As soon as Logan had started out his room, he spotted them. His eyes settled into a potent, yet subtle glare. Like a droplet of poison spilt on an unassuming biscuit.

“What the…”

“Logyyy!” Patton perked up at the sound of his voice, lifting himself from Remus’s side that he’d been slumped on. The sudden movement made him lose balance. Scrambling to catch himself, Remus found himself with two arms wrapped around his shoulders now.

“Is… is he— are you drunk?” Logan sputtered. Disbelief shaped his words like they felt alien on his tongue. “I’m not thaaaat drunk!” Patton retaliated. Logan ignored him, cold, tired eyes set on Remus. “What did you do to him?” Logan said as aggressively as a guinea pig could manage. Confusion still mostly coloured his stare. “Me an’ Re er havin’ bestie time, duh!” Patton answered. He sounded giddy, but his voice had a touch of satire only drunken Patton could manage. Even in his drunken state, Patton subconsciously was trying to maintain his image.

Remus frowned. This learnt behaviour was ingrained into Patton.

“He shouldn’t be around someone like you in such a vulnerable state,” Logan said, already trying to pry Patton from his arms. “No—” Remus began, looping his arms securely on Patton's waist, “I’ll take care of him.”

“Noooo,” Patton recoiled, trying to melt into Remus’s side. “It's bestiee tiiiimme wi’ Emu.” Patton's arms slid up Remus’s shoulders around his neck as he squirmed. “You’re drunk, Patton,” Logan dismissed.

Seething, Remus shoved Logan off. “You heard him,” he said, sternly. “Back off before I carve out your tongue, blend it, and force feed it to you,” he threatened. Arms crossed, Logan huffed like an exhausted parent. “You’re all bark, no bite,” he dismissed.

“Oh honey, you ha’ no idea how mu’ he bi’es.”

Schooling his face into glares and scrunched eyebrows, Remus sighed out the giggles brewing in his lungs. Nonetheless, Patton was proud of the brief smug smile he provoked. Pretending he didn’t hear that, Logan insisted, “You’re a bad influence on someone like Patton. People like you shouldn’t be around him, especially when he’s inebriated.”

“Better under the supervision of a friend. He’d drink himself to death otherwise.”

“Yes, but preferably, that should be Virgil or Roman or I, most certainly not you.”

“It’s not my fault he doesn’t feel comfortable enough around anyone else, tin can.”

“Re,” Patton interrupted, whining, “I’m bored le’s gooo.” He tugged on him.

“—He’s drunk he doesn’t know what he’s saying— you know what— Okay, Patton, you choose. Me,” Logan pointed to himself, “or him?” He said overly pronouncing his words.

…

“…‘M drunk not a fuckin’ kid,” was Patton’s response. “We go now,” and he was stumbling down the hallway dragging Remus with him.

Both missed the shell shocked expression on Logan, not daring to believe his ears. Patton cursing? An intoxicated Patton, no less? No. Nope. Absolutely not. He needed coffee desperately.

When they finally got to Patton’s room, Remus carefully directed him, even lowering him onto his bed. Patton had the tendency to unceremoniously flop face first onto his bed like a starfish.

“I swear I’m gonna strangle Logan,” Remus muttered as he made sure Patton was comfortable, tucking in his blankets.

“I don’ think he into bdsm,” Patton said as an offhanded thought.

“You never know. He could be partial to a spider gag…”

“You really just want to try that thing out don’t you? I swear to god— oof.” Remus snatched his pillow from beneath his head to fluff it. Pretending to not pretend he was punching a sheep’s limp corpse, he fluffed it extremely thoroughly.

“You gotsa stop relying on me to keep you in check, ya know,” Patton pouted, arms crossed. “Your— you’re fuckin’ innsaaane!”

“I only ask you sometimes…” Remus said (the worst part about that sentence was that it was utterly true).

Blank stare piercing Remus, Patton paused a moment for his brain to function before deadpanning, “I’d like to talk to you about Jesus Christ—”

Remus shoved Patton’s pillow back, and he promptly forgot everything in favour of burrowing down into his bed. Touch light as moonlight, Remus herded Patton’s wild locks from his forehead. “What am I gonna do with you…”

“You’re na’ gon change my mind… kinky b-hole,” Patton mumbled, caught between the conscious world and sleep. Remus’s eyes smiled. Crouching down, he hovered over Patton. Hovered over his forehead, wondering. Pondering, debating, convincing himself. His breath stirred Patton’s brown locks. They scattered like a spooked flock. Running. Patton shivered.

He shouldn’t. Backing away, Remus was ready to switch the lights off and evacuate, yet was stopped.

“Reeemuuuuuss,” Patton called. Suddenly, he was wide awake again.

Huh?— his breath hitched. His hand caught on the doorway.

“Staaaaayyy! Preddy please?” He made grabby hands.

But— they don’t—

Did he deserve…? Right now? His nails dug into the doorframe.

…

“Okay! I’m coming, I’m coming,” Remus assured, relenting. Lazy giggles from Patton rewarded him. Flicking off the light, Remus strode back over. Laying together in silence, Remus picked the paint and splinters out from underneath his nails and waited. When Patton didn’t budge, Remus took his arms and used them like a seat belt. Simultaneously, Patton glued himself to his back like a limpet. A warm wall of heat.

“Remouse?” He mumbled into his shoulder.

“Hmm?”

“You’re really sweet. like… like tomato sauce.”

…

Welp okay then.

Next Chapter:

#WAW(B)F?#sander sides #thomas sanders #ts sander sides #patton sanders #ts patton #remus sanders #ts remus #intruality #moduke #logan sanders #ts logan #remus x patton #patton x remus

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fearfilledvirgil · 6 years

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empty

Summary: Logan’s tired of feeling useless, of always being so sorry, of not being able to let anyone in, of feeling so empty. So, he tests his last theory.

Warnings: SUICIDE, self-hate, intrusive thoughts, hanging, implied character death

Word count: 1562

Pairings: N/A. Though, it is implied that Logan has a crush on Patton

A/N: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE SENSATIVE TO SUICIDE, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS, HANGINGS. I wrote this in one sitting as a way of venting. If you’re going to ask: no, I’m not doing that great and no, I don’t need to talk about it. I just... needed to get my emotions out somehow, so you get this. I wrote this with Abbey Glover’s “Hardest Part” on replay, so you could listen to that while reading. I don’t know. Kinda inspired by rainbow-side’s Stay in the Equation, but without a (clear) happy ending. Taglist under the cut I guess.

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Taglist: @rileyfirstname @verymuchanidiot @definentlynotjustanotherlemon @silversmith-91 @kanejandkruge @sander-fander-sides @lovecrazyjennybear @the-incedible-sulk (sorry for tagging you all twice. this is a repost)

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Logan’s hands stuttered around his neck, feathering over his tie. It wasn’t logical, what he was about to do, but he couldn’t find any other evidence against the decision. His fingernails dragged over the knot of the tie, one hand slowly trailing down it while the other stayed tight on top of the knot. He didn’t even know if it would work, but he had to try. Logan grabbed the smaller of the two ends of the blue fabric, rubbing it in between his thumb and forefinger respectively. The sensation between his fingers grounded him in what was real, in what was about to happen. A theory could not be accepted until it was tried. He tightened the knot of the tie, then turned it backwards.

Could someone even hang themself with a necktie?

That’s what Logan was about to find out, evidently. He gripped the tie tightly in his fist, giving an experimental tug upwards. The fabric tightened greatly around his neck, making a gulping type sound escape Logan’s mouth. The pressure on his Adam’s apple sent a jolt down his spine and all over his body, tingling with warning. Logan rose his fist higher above his head in attempts to fill the empty feeling in his stomach again. The tingling became more of an alarm throughout his body, his heart picking up pace as his brain screamed at him to stop. The pressure on his neck was almost too much, making Logan involuntarily gulp again. This time, though, there was the added need to gulp for much needed breath.

Logan’s fist full of tie fell back down on top of his head. He took a few quick deep breaths, adrenaline coursing through his body. Could he really do this? Logan pulled the tie over his head, now griping it with two hands, and pressed his hands against his face. He closed his eyes, fear and an odd sense of excitement coursing through his body as he took several breaths in and out through his nose. He liked being able to feel the air exhaling out of his lungs on his hands, along with the smell of his tie. It smelt like an odd mixture of his own cologne and the smell of Patton. He had actually given the other a hug last time he saw him, which was a rare occurrence.

Granted, the reason was that Logan would soon never be able to get another hug from him. From the one that his heart used to reach out for. But Logan pushed those flutteries down. And now, with the house he called his head as messy as it was, he couldn’t find them again. He couldn’t find anything anymore. Logan pulled the tie tighter down in front of his head, restricting his breathing again. It was the only thing, other than empty and fear and disgust and unworthiness and guilt and so much fucking regret that he could feel.

“Come on, Logan,” Logan pushed out of his lips, the words raspy and choked. “Stop messing around.”

He needed to do this. Logan released his hold on his tie completely, letting it fall to the side of his head as his hands fell as well. After a few moments, Logan found it in himself to reposition the tie backwards, facing upwards. He wasn’t needed, and he knew that. No one around him needed him to explain every little thing with the information he held in his head. They had the Internet for that, if they wanted to know. He wasn’t wanted, and he knew that. None of his friends enjoyed when he explained something, or when he went on rants about a particular topic. He was just a distraction, just in the way. He multiplied what he touched by zero, turning everything he tried to fix into nothing. But that was just because he was nothing to begin with. He didn’t have purpose, nor did he have anything to offer to anyone. His knowledge didn’t help anyone. Logan was a storage of facts, but was never destined to come up with any new facts himself. He couldn’t. He was nothing, after all. A robot. An emotionless prick. Empty.

It was almost funny, really. The thing that separates him from most would be the means to his end. Logan could hear his father’s voice in his head as took off his glasses and set them on his desk. ‘Serious people wear neckties, and you have to be taken seriously, Logan. It’s the only way to get anywhere in life.’ Logan enclosed his fingers on the tie again, his knuckles white.

Logan stepped up onto the sleek brown desk chair positioned underneath the loft section of his room. The loft was tall, built for someone in the six foot range to stand underneath it comfortably, and Logan was a short person. It worked out perfectly for this moment. Before he moved to tie the end fabric pieces to one of the many exposed rows of support of the underneath of the loft, he decided to take a moment to look around the room. This would be the last time he would ever see it. Logan let a small, bittersweet smile creep onto his lips as his eyes scanned the wall of pictures over his desk.

It was a mismatch of basically every type of paper, but Logan couldn’t ask for anything better. Polaroids, regular photographs, and paper pictures spanned almost the entire long wall. Each picture was tied together with a dark blue string of yarn, symbolizing just how connected everything was. There were many pictures of him and Patton, almost the same amount of him and Virgil taken candid by Roman or Patton. There were some of he and Roman, and even fewer with Logan and his family. There were drawings too, gifts from his artistically inclined friends. It was a span of Logan’s entire life. He only put it up there because he knew that it would be a good last thing to see, even in the dark.

Depressing to think that even ten-year-old Logan knew that he would be dying in this room.

Logan closed his eyes, letting the sound of the wind coming in through his window wash over him. A pit fell in his stomach as he thought over the moments in the pictures, making him squeeze his eyes tighter. None of his friends actually cared about him. He had to keep telling himself that, considering the stupid sliver of hope still wanted to bloom in his chest. Of course they didn’t care about him. He hadn’t seen or talked to any of them in a week, but that was his fault. He was distancing himself from them before he went radio silent, but the past week was torture for Logan. What it did do, though, was solidify the fact that he was not wanted. That he should hurry up and tie his necktie onto his loft.

Still, he pushed it off. He thought over all the memories he shared with his friends, and pictured what they would think of their notebooks. They all were laid out neatly on his desk, one for each friend, filled to the brim with everything Logan had to say. Purple for Virgil, red for Roman, and light blue for the lovely Patton. That notebook was filled up the most. Somewhere distant off outside his window, a dog barked into the wind.

Maybe this would have been easier to finish if Logan had put on some music. But, he couldn’t do that now, and maybe not before. He didn’t want to give the hope that still desperately was trying to tell him to get off the chair any more fuel. He didn’t want to see what the others had said in their texts to him. It didn’t matter anyway. The texts had stopped yesterday.

Armed with the thought that his friends just stopped trying to get through to him, Logan lifted the tie up to the loft’s mini rafters. He had to stand on his tip toes, but he managed to get the longer part of the tie over and through a rafter. Logan’s heart had gotten into more of a regular rhythm, but his fingers still shook as he grabbed the smaller piece of blue fabric to begin tying the knot.

Logan tied it three times, pulling down on it experimentally. It seemed stable enough, so he was content enough with it. Logan took in a shaky breath, and exhaling out a sob. He let the tears that had been welling in his eyes fall, breathing in and out heavily. His heart was beating wildly again, his hands shaking harder than before. He let them hang down at his sides, not caring about hiding the tremblings. He was alone, and the next time someone saw him, he wouldn’t be moving at all. At least, then, the empty wouldn’t be there anymore.

If he thought tying the necktie was the hardest part, he was right. It was almost too easy to maneuver his feet to knock away the chair underneath him. His favorite blue necktie, the one he wore day after day, held on as he involuntarily struggled.

Almost a millisecond after Logan’s bedroom door opened, Patton screamed, torn between standing there gawking and going into overdrive to stop the scene before him.

#fail's writing #logan sanders #logan angst #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides angst #tw: sucide #tw: hanging #tw: death #(?)

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wriots · 5 years

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Rules: Answer 21 questions and tag 21 people you want to get to know better

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tagged by: @bunnyflab

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🆔 Nickname: 🆔

Honey, dubbed to me by teachers and friends because I used to call people “honey” a lot. I grew up in the south. I said it sassy and sweet. I’m just glad I don’t have an accent or I’d never hear the end of it. I like the nickname, tho. When I see my teachers they say “There goes Honey! Hey, Honey!”

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📏 Height: 📏

5’2 or so

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🎞 Last movie I saw: 🎞

Online?

Searching (2018)

It’s about a girl who goes missing and her dad finds her laptop and goes through it to find her whereabouts. Almost the entire movie happens on a mac laptop screen. It’s REALLY good. I won’t spoil it, but I’ll say the movie takes twists and turns you wouldn’t expect unless you pay major attention to the details. Even then, it’ll still throw you off and on. It’s amazing. 20/10.

In a theater?

Spider-Man: Into The Spiderverse

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🎧 Favorite music artist: 🎧

Mmmm.... Solo artist? Halsey. Band? Fall Out Boy.

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🎵Song stuck in my head:🎵

Siren - Kat Krazy feat. Elkka

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🖱Other blogs: 🖱

I have a venting blog and an aesthetic blog. I kinda prefer to keep them private, tho. It’s a comfort thing.

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❓Do I get asks:❓

Occasionally.

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➕Following:➕

Types of blogs or people?

Types: (Mostly) aesthetic blogs, wallpaper blogs, lyric edit blogs.

People: My follow list is public. I must follow somewhere around 3k people.

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💤 Amount of sleep: 💤

1–10 hours :/

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🔢 Lucky number: 🔢

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🧣What I’m wearing:🧣

Maroon hoodie with word love in black glitter in the center of my chest and both sides of my arms, dark blue jean capris, and gray sneakers with white tips and soles. Also some jewelry and a rainbow lgbt pride bracelet. And a mini backpack purse.

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💼 Dream job: 💼

Singer. Or an EMT. I grew up in a broke family around people who couldn’t afford medical care, and whenever something happened I learned to have a quick response time. I stay prepared now. I never let my phone shut off unless nothing is going on and I’m in a controlled environment (with knowledge that everything is okay) where I can restart my phone right fast if it’s glitching, or update the iOS in total peace. Trying to be a hero for people has been indented into my nature.

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🍴Favourite food:🍴

Spaghetti!

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✈️ Dream trip: ✈️

A year vacation around the globe. Starting with New York and LA.

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🎼 Play any instruments: 🎼

When I catch onto the chords and a melody I wanna play, I can play piano, guitar, and flute pretty well if I have some time to figure out a song. I also used to play drums as a kid for fun. Kind of lost my touch, but give me 30 minutes to readjust and I bet I could play.

I can’t play anything like Beethoven’s symphony or put on a concert. But I do what I can. Just takes focus.

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💬 Languages: 💬

English, but I could probably hold a three minute conversation in loose French.

I know basic Spanish words and phrases. Nothing special, though.

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🎶 Favorite song: 🎶

Flares - The Script

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📖 Random fact: 📖

I’m the oldest of all my friends, effectively making me the mom friend that everyone comes to first.

(I’ll write one more just for fun.)

If you invite me to your house, and I find out you have a pet, I will spend the entire time petting and baby talking them. I do this so often that when I go back, peoples’ pets will sit in my lap and lay down on me and take a nap on me. My sister’s German Shepherd loves me so much that he jumped in my dad’s old truck (Doesn’t have it anymore. He has a car now. Car crash we were in tore the truck UP.) and REFUSED to get out. Imagine a tiny teenage girl trying to pull a GIANT, heavy as all HELL German Shepherd out of a truck seat before her dad sees. Now he tries to block me from leaving rooms he’s in. I try to leave to grab my bag or go to the bathroom and he’ll stand in front of me. If I try to push past a little bit, he’ll use all of his force to stand there like a boulder and hold me in like a fence. He’ll even push me back like “No you’re staying.” Sometimes he’ll even stand on two legs and hold me there with his arms like “You belong in this area.” He’s not trying to be bad, he just really loves me. I love him, too. I told my sister, who has gotten 10 million pets and gotten rid of them later that if she ever tried to get rid of him, I would gladly take him. I’ve always secretly hoped she’d say I could have him.

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I tag all of my mutuals if they haven’t done this and anyone who wants to do a tag meme!!

#tag memes #i love tag memes tbh #i worked on this for a bit #i hope it’s not too long ahhhh #and i added emojis and color because i thought it would look cute #just for my post personally #ya’ll don’t have to keep all that lol i know it’s extra

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