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iamvegorott · 11 months

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Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 10

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“Give me the tea. Did they fuck?” Marvin asked as soon as Chase was in the house.

“Did who fuck?” Chase asked back. He followed Marvin to the kitchen and set the bag of food on the table. Marvin had texted him, saying he already ordered, and all Chase had to do was pick it up and come over. Chase wasn’t expecting to have dinner with Marvin tonight but was happy to go with it. He enjoyed having a friend he saw outside of work, and Henrik was so busy with his work that he was never free in the evenings.

“Yancy and Illinois. You must have talked to him about that date today, right?” Marvin grabbed some plates and silverware. The forks in to-go orders were always small and flimsy, and he liked having a proper plate to eat on.

“I thought you weren’t setting them up on a date?” Chase teased a little, sitting at the table and beginning to pull out the pre-packaged food.

“People like calling it a date before they fuck, so it’s less weird. You called us getting dinner before the first time we fucked a date, so it’s fitting for them as well.” Marvin set the table up. “Plus, while we’re far from actually dating, I do hope those two do because those poems Illinois had written about Yancy were adorable.” He added with a chuckle, sitting in the chair across from Chase and grabbing the containers with his food.

“You a big fan of poems?” Chase asked and dumped his food on the plate, not caring about how it all became a big mixed pile.

“I mean, poems are sweet, but I’ll admit to being a little basic and loving the classic chocolates and flowers,” Marvin admitted, putting his own food on his plate as well but having each food item be separate from the others.

“So I did good with giving you a rose for our date-not-date?” Chase started chowing down.

“It was cute, but while roses are nice, my favorite is actually orchids.” Marvin began eating his food as well.

“Orchids? That’s pretty cool.” Chase spoke through a mouthful of food.

“Darling, if you don’t empty your mouth before you speak, I’m going to fill it with something else instead~,” Marvin giggled when his comment got Chase to cough and turn his face red. “It’s still so cute how easily flustered you get.”

“I’m never going to get used to that.” Chase coughed a little more to clear his throat.

“Good. Makes it more fun.” Marvin clicked his tongue. “Now, spill about the date.”

“They did fuck.” Chase decided to get right to the point.

“Oh~? Tell me more. Was I right about Yancy liking praise? With how those poems were, I bet Illinois is really good at it.”

“I didn’t get that much detail.”

“What? Aw. That’s no fun.” Marvin played up a little whine.

“I’m not going to discuss my friend’s sex life in detail at work, especially when the person he had sex with could overhear us and is our boss.” Chase chuckled.

“Then we’ll need to get him outside of work, and I’ll ask all the juicy questions.” Marvin did a little shimmy.

“You can do that all you want. I don’t want to hear him talk about it.”

“Boo.”

The two laughed at themselves a little and continued to chat throughout the rest of their meal. Talking about work, Chase explained what the current they were building was and that he hoped to convince Illinois to hire him for the next part of the project since his job was almost finished. Marvin took that part as an internal note to talk about later. He, in turn, explained some of the other potions he’s created for others before and gave a general idea of the one he was going to make for Chase and how he’d need to travel to get some ingredients for it.

Eventually, they finished their food, and Marvin was craving something sweet.

“Do you want to do an ice cream run? I’ll pay if you go out.” Marvin pulled out his card and held it to Chase.

“Are you sure? You paid for dinner.” Chase didn’t take the card.

“You’re doing all the work. I have plenty of funds to spend. I like Oreo anything, so whatever you’re in the mood for, go for it.” Marvin placed the hard in Chase’s hand and walked him to the door. “Don’t take too long, or I’ll have to find a different way to satisfy my sweet tooth by the time you get back~”

“I’ll-I’ll be as quick as I can.” Chase did his goofy giggle, and Marvin smiled at it.

“See you soon.” Marvin waved and watched Chase leave, making sure the door was closed. Ice cream did really sound nice, and there was a place nearby Chase could hit so he wouldn’t be long and-

“Hey, baby~” Marvin went stiff when there was another voice in his home. The only reason why he didn’t lash out was because he recognized it.

“Not now, Anti.” Marvin didn’t even need to look to know Anti was sitting on top of one of his tables, poking at his plants.

“I thought you’d be happy to see me. We’ve had so much fun together before.” Anti kicked his feet a little, grinning and showing off his sharp teeth. Marvin knew those teeth were made by him through magic, adding to his ‘charm’ of dark clothing, piercings, and bluntness. Marvin hated to admit they were fairly similar, but still pretty different at the same time.

“What do you want?” Marvin turned and sighed when Anti was now in front of him.

“I’m not allowed to visit an old friend? I thought you’d be excited to see me.” Anti pouted, a pout that Marvin knew was fake.

“What do you want?”

“You got boring. Is that new man of yours making you boring? You used to jump with joy at the idea of doing something with me.” Now the pout was real.

“Not ‘my man’ and I got tired of being chased constantly. I’m still a shit, but I’m a smarter shit.”

“Yeah, sure, not your man, whatever.”

“Would you just tell me why you’re here?” Marvin asked with an annoyed sigh.

“I’m here to be a nice friend and tell you that a certain someone is back in town.” Anti had a big grin.

“Who’s back in town?”

“He’s currently at the main park.”

“Who is?”

“And he’s not alone~”

“Would you just tell me who the fuck you’re talking about?”

“Jackie.”

“...what?”

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Tags: @brokentimewatch @bookwormscififan @d-structive @rainymae523

#trickshot #meeting a magical man #veggie writes

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ipromiseicanexplain · 2 years

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Until I Found You - Chapter 1

Notes: darkiplier x reader, I tried to keep it gender neutral. This first chapter is just setting up the story. I'll try update soon to actually get into it.

TW: violence, blood, assault

You woke up on the cold, hard, stony floor of an alleyway. You pushed yourself off the ground and rubbed your eyes. It was dark enough that a few stars were visible but there was still some colour in the sky. You looked around and realised you didn’t recognise anything around you. Your head seemed perfectly clear. You felt fine, but you couldn’t remember very much. You didn’t know where you were or how you got here. There were people dressed in all black with masks over their faces and eyes. You wouldn’t be able to ID any of them. You felt a drop in your stomach as they started stepping closer to you, drawing out small knives and holding them out ready. You looked around for a potential exit but they had you surrounded. Your stomach dropped. There was no way for you to get out of this. One stepped forward in front of the others and started speaking to you in a low gravely voice.

“Y/N. You have to come with us. Now.” You shook your head and stepped a small step back.

“No, no. You- you must have the wrong person.” he chuckled lowly and stepped closer to you again.

There was a stabbing pain in the back of your head and the sound of a glass bottle smashing filled your ears. You fell to the ground and your vision started going out of focus and hazy. Not so hazy that you didn’t notice the flash of yellow in front of you. A massive contrast to the world around it. You thought it was talking to you. It snapped at you and things came into focus again. It was a man. With a pink moustache. He had a yellow button-up shirt, light brown khaki pants, and pink suspenders.

“Hey there friend, nothing to worry about. We’re gonna make sure everything’s alright” One of the other people there started to move towards him but he pulled out a gun and shot them. They fell to the ground and the blood started to seep from underneath them. You looked further down the alley and there was another man fighting your attackers. From what you could see, he was wearing a dark suit. He slashed at someone’s throat with one of his daggers and twisted his body towards you. A small piece of hair fell down in front of his eyes and he paused for a moment before twisting back around to slash at the person again. He had the same face as the man standing in front of you. You looked back at the man who had spoken to you and found that he was staring at you with raised eyebrows, expecting something. Did he ask me something?

“What’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“My name is Wilford Warfstache.”

“What is going on, I- I don’t know where I am and these people! Who are these people” your face was heating up and your heart started to beat faster and faster as you realised how weird this was. Wilford and the other man had continued to fight a lot of the other people there but the last of them ran away. Wilford started to race after them, gesturing with his gun as he ran.

“Wilford. Get them, let's go.” Wilford grabbed my arm and in a split second we were out of the alley and standing in the doorway of a house. A big house. Wilford opened the door for you and bowed at you playfully and gestured for you to enter first.

“They’re back”. There were 6 other men in the living room through the door on the left, and they all had the same face as the two men who came to get you in the alley. There was someone dressed in a doctor’s coat, another like Indiana Jones, someone dressed in a trenchcoat with a bandana over his eyes, one of them was in a dark blue shirt with a ‘G’ on it, another with a black singlet that said ‘bing’, and the final person was in a plain white shirt and black jeans. You were soon acquainted with Dr Iplier, Illinois, The Host, The Jim’s, and Yancy. The Doctor took you into the medbay to check up on how you were doing. You stepped into the sterile white room and the Doctor gestured towards one of the beds and asked you to take a seat. He gently cleaned the wound on your head but luckily you didn’t have a concussion. Other than that, you were a pretty healthy person. After you had been given the all-clear, Dr Iplier left the room and came back with Darkiplier.

“So, you’ll be staying here with us. Any questions?” Darkiplier said as he stepped closer to the bed you were sitting on.

Wilford, Yancy, and Illinois took you around the manor, giving you a tour of where you’d be staying. They finally took you to your room. You were on the same floor as Darkiplier (as well as his study), Wilford, Illinois, and Yancy. The Host, Dr Iplier, and the Jim’s were on the next floor. They explained that they ate dinner together every night, with everyone taking turns to make it (With Wilford making desserts when he wanted to) and had a movie night at least once a month. They left you in your room understanding how tired you would be.

#darkiplier x reader #markiplier egos #fanfic #darkiplier fanfiction

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theashofwkm · 4 years

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AHWM Theory // Actor!Mark is Heist!Mark and what he was hoping to achieve in the Heist...

MASSIVE SPOILERS. This refers to several endings so please don’t read until you’ve seen all of AHWM.

All screenshots are mine and I apologize for the poor quality. My internet tanked last night when I was getting them and I was too lazy to go get the same screenshot, caption it over again, all with better quality.

Also forewarning that this is kind of a mess. It was mostly made late last night.

It starts with the first choice. Sneak out, or guns blazing? Obviously, he wants to go out guns blazing, but if you choose to sneak out, he listens, even though he doesn’t like it.

He’s the one holding the explosives and the gun. If he wants to fight his way out, he could. But he doesn’t. He complains, but listens to you, continuing on to say “but you might be smart.” As soon as you make the choice to sneak out, he drops the gun and pockets the bomb.

Next, you have to choose between the light and dark tunnels. Again, it’s clear that he’d rather go down the light tunnel, but if you choose the dark tunnel his only reaction is \/

And then he goes down it. Trusting you. Again, nothing is stopping him from going down the light path, but he listens to you and goes down the dubbed “tunnel of screaming and death.” He’s a bit (very) passive aggressive, but he doesn’t hesitate in following your choice.

Then, the chain of stick together/split up. In all of them, he’s overly eager to split up, go your separate ways. Every time you split up, he dies.

If you choose to stick together, he gets rather... childish with his disapproval.

In this choice, he could lead you both into the red room (the one he wants to go in), but he doesn’t. You leads you down the other path which ends him dying twice, your meeting with dark or you both making it out. This is where Actor!Mark comes in.

What if he wants to split up because he knows that he dies when you do? In WKM, he was stabbed 37 times, poisoned, beaten, strangled, drowned and shot. He’d died multiple times, but he didn’t stay dead. He had tried to kill himself, having no will to live, but it never stuck. What if he hasn’t given up? For all his grand plans about being the hero, what if it’s just his backup plan to dying?

He wants to die.

So he tries to get you to leave him behind — by getting super passive aggressive, by pouting, by being super excited every time he brings up the idea, being disappointed every time you don’t go along with him, and then the final time you have to make this choice. He reassures you and tells you everything he can to get you to let him go (literally, now). That he’s a burden, he would rather have you live over him, getting excited when he talks about you making it out, saying that splitting up isn’t what either of you wants (even though previously, he had wanted that, now he’s just trying to play to your emotions)... by telling you that he’s okay with dying, if it saves you.

He does care about whether you live or die. He mainly tries to leave you behind (the crumbled path, the broken bridge) or to get you to leave him. Maybe you die in the one because he can only sense his incoming death and not yours. And that particular talent only extends to the choice you’re about to make, because he really only pushes for a choice when he directly dies in one of them. Like, look at when you’re with the scientist.

He jumps in front of her laser blaster for you. She tries to kill you and instinctively, he jumps to protect you.

He knows that you’ve been bitten by a zombie at that point. As far as he knows, you’re as good as dead, but he gives his life so you can live your last hours. He cares more about your life then he does his and this moment proves it. Because he could have let you get shot and walked away with a relatively guilt-free conscience — you were messing with timelines, you were the reason for the apocalypse, it was for the greater good... but he didn’t. He’d have damned the world, if it meant watching you die.

When put in that position, you don’t do that unless you actually care about that person. Like, you can’t live without them, they’re your only lifeline kind of care. Whoever you are, you’re important to him. He even asks you out on that date in ending 6, referring to ADWM.

He does trust you.

You could play through to an end choosing the opposite of what he wants, and he’ll follow you anyway, insinuating that he cares about your opinion more then he does his own, even if it means not getting what he wants. You don’t do that with people you don’t trust completely. If you’re not convinced, look at the cave.

His fists are clenched and ready to strike, but he’s leaning away from the stranger. He looks more afraid/wary than angry, and straight up asks you what you should do, leaving the choice to you even though he obviously has his own opinion. And if you say to go in the cave?

He immediately relaxes, dropping his arms and asking the stranger if they have food and buddying up to them. All because you gave him a thumbs up. Before, he’d thought that the stranger was dangerous but when you decide to trust him, he does as well, to a fault, later letting himself be strapped to a chair with a hood over his head because — you trust them, so how can they be that bad?

One more example. If you choose the helicopter, he immediately goes, not asking if you knew how to fly the thing since he didn’t. It’d only take a couple of seconds to ask, but he waits until he’s in and you’re standing in the door to do so. Because he trusted that you had a reason for picking the helicopter, and that you had a plan to get you both out.

You might be wondering about Dark, what he said about Mark. “Same snake, different skin.” “Games are more his forte.” The snake thing could just be referring to how we all thought he was a separate ego — Heistiplier. And as for the game comment:

Well, isn’t the Heist kind of a game in itself?

Strip it down and it holds a lot of similarities to Stealing the Diamond. It’s kind of a bare bones version of that, except it starts once you have the thing and it goes until you escape. WKM was a game to him — starring a Clue-style who dun it in his own home, about him. From that, he got his ‘perfect villain’ as he declares in DAMIEN.

His life is a big story, a big game. He has infinite lives, as far as he can tell, and he’s willing to play the long game. In most of the endings that Mark lives for, he’s still buddy-buddy with you, even if your choices aren’t ideal for him. Maybe the Heist was a way to ensure that he gets his next character assigned — you.

There’s one theory that the bloopers are the truth in that they show that the Heist was all a show, a game, a fraud. That theory holds some weight here. It’s by @statictay (hope you don’t mind the tag).

He’s spent years building up the plan, which, in the end, doesn’t exist. So he spent years, with you, molding you to accept his request in heisting with him and for you to be another character in his story. Along the way, he’d grown to care for you in some way, though that probably wasn’t in his plan, and he did have a plan, because out of 31 endings, how many does he die in?

19. That’s 61.29% of the endings. Yes, I did the math, and yes my chart of living/dying is probably wrong. And I should mention a few things about how I accounted to it being a living/dead for either of you.

I counted Zombie you as living. There are four instances of a Time Reset being used, all ending in both of you living, and those are accounted as such. I counted the jail human-shaped hole ending as a death for both. Aliens were counted as a double live. All Illinois/Yancy/Captain endings were a death for Mark. When you’re about to enter the cave, the run away ending counts as a death for you but not him. Now I did this all really quickly and mostly from memory so a few numbers may be off, but roughly, it’s close enough.

Look at the numbers.

You live almost 3/4 of the endings. 36.36% of the both live endings are due to TR (time resets), and the TR endings make up a third of the Mark live endings. You live without him more then he does you. Your live rate is almost double his. All of this supports that Mark wants you alive, that you living is part of his plan, maybe the most essential part.

You live in 23 endings. He dies in 19 of them. So, that’s more important to him. There are only two endings that are the opposite of what he wants (him living, you dying). So, he’s successful in at least half of his mission in 93.55% of the time. That’s a pretty good success rate. He succeeds in both parts of his mission 38.71% of the time. Little over a third.

We know that when Mark died in WKM, he went to the Upside Down. Maybe that still holds true, now, and he treats it as a home base, a place to plan his games. So maybe he does still want to die, or he goes there and does something that’s beneficial. Maybe it’s a place that Dark can’t enter because he’s not human and doesn’t really have a soul. So it’s a safe house. That’s why him dying is seen as a ‘good’ ending.

And we know that he twisted Damien into becoming Dark to fulfill a Villian role. Maybe you meeting with the new Egos (Captain, Yancy, Illinois) was so he could find them and twist them into a role, much as he did with Damien and it didn’t really matter if you lived/died there (no, I’m not running those numbers. Not now at least). Or maybe he wants you to fill a role, as I mentioned earlier.

Or you could be a scapegoat for him. You make every choice so technically the fallback would land on you instead of him and any death that’s caused because of the choice could be pinned on you. It’s a shaky argument, but for Mark, it’s sound. He’s just following your orders.

As for why would he trust the viewer so much, to allow them to make EVERY choive:

WKM could have scarred him in some way. It was his plan to have William kill him and he succeeded, but he’s still human and they were best friends at one point, even if William betrayed that. Making that choice could have made him not want to make another that leads to death. It could have broken his trust in himself because we know that WKM didn’t go according to plan and maybe it went worse then what he was expecting, making him learn that things spiral sometimes and can’t be predicted. He’s okay with having his death on his hands, but not others and WKM taught him that any small choice could lead to death, so he doesn’t make those choices anymore. Hence, he befriended you.

Or it could his reputation that keeps him from making choices. If he made a choice, say where Ed shoots you, and word got out that you died while in his presence, it could cast doubt over him. They’d question why he didn’t save you. And, well, if you don’t die there, there are two relatively happy endings. Pacifying zombie you or finding a cure for zombies. Both are pretty heroic acts, even if he just stumbled on them, he’d build it up to be more. He cares about his reputation. He wants to be seen as a grand hero and he won’t risk anything getting in the way of that. And he partly succeeds in almost every route, so he built the Heist to his needs quite well.

It could be him working on perfecting his Hero persona (or it could be a side effect of him letting you choose because he trusts you. They could go hand in hand). He lets you choose because it’s the kind thing to do, he wears a suit (heroes always look nice), and in the fifteenth ending, this is his immediate reaction to being outside the museum with the treasure.

Who else would say that, if not Actor Mark? No one we know. So there’s a good bit of evidence suggesting that this is Actor Mark.

So, in summary, Heist!Mark is Actor!Mark, the viewer was a tool to him, in some shape or form; the Heist was a ploy for him to get something else that he wanted, and you were a big part of his plan.

#theory #ahwm theory #markiplier #a heist with markiplier #ahwm #ahwm spoilers #spoilers #actor!mark #actor mark #heist mark #heistiplier #wkm mark

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nevernotwriting · 3 years

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You, Me, and Yancy | Chapter 8: Rooftop Relations

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Previous chapter

Several weeks earlier…

“All right, here we are.”

Mark stopped the car and the two of you got out, grabbing your duffel bags from the backseat. The slam of the car doors echoed in the empty parking garage as the two of you made your way to a door reading “EMPLOYEES ONLY”.

This was your third rooftop night shift, but your stomach was filled with more butterflies than ever before, because this was your first one with Mark. You’d been eager to spend more time with him after how warmly he welcomed you to the group, and now your wish had finally come true.

“After you,” Mark said, opening the door for you. He tipped his beanie towards you as if it were a fedora.

“Cheesy,” you snorted, walking through the door. Mark followed you.

“Cheesy is my middle name!”

You ascended an endless staircase, eventually reaching one final door. Opening it, you stepped out onto the rooftop of the Glendale Galleria.

The glass sections of the roof revealed that the inside was lit up in a brilliant white. This was your first indicator that this place definitely had a night shift. You sighed internally, your last flicker of hope for an early night dying.

Mark finally appeared in the doorway, laying down his bag and walking to the edge of the rooftop. You joined his side as he stared out at the grid of lights that stretched in every direction as far as you could see.

“Nice view,” he commented.

“I prefer the one back home.”

“Oh yeah?” Mark turned to you with a curious expression.

“Yeah. You can actually see the stars at my parents’ house. And the Milky Way, if you turn the porch lights off.”

“That’s pretty awesome,” Mark smiled. “But who needs the Milky Way when you’ve got LA’s light pollution, right?”

You rolled your eyes with a loving smile. “Funny.”

“Funny is my middle name.”

“I thought cheesy was your middle name.”

“I have two.”

The two of you descended into laughter before picking up your bags once more and surveying your surroundings.

“All right, so what’s the plan here?”

Mark produced a rolled-up piece of paper from his bag; it was the map that Shrike and Gareth had compiled between them a few days prior. Mark scanned it and flitted his eyes up to the roof every few seconds. “Shark wants us to keep an eye on the guard rotation around the Swarovski store, which, according to this map, should be right… there.” He pointed to the largest glass dome in the middle of the roof.

“How about we get a quick scope of the whole place first, then settle in on the Swarovski store?” You suggested. “Might come in handy to know how many guards there’re gonna be overall.”

Mark nodded. “Good call.”

The two of you began to walk together from one edge of the roof to the next, sharing the map and marking out each guard you saw in light pencil. You caught Mark watching you out of the corner of your eye and you glanced at him, surprised to see an impressed smile on his face.

“You’re really good at this. And this is only, what, your third night shift?” His eyebrows raised along with his question.

You smiled, looking back down at the map. “Not like it’s hard.”

“Awh come on Zero, just take the compliment.”

“And if I don’t?” You teased.

“Well then this is gonna be a long night.”

You snorted, throwing your head back in laughter and continuing to walk. “That’s what I said to myself five minutes into what was possibly the worst date I’ve ever been on.”

Mark laughed, following you. “Oh no. What happened?”

You groaned. “I had to do like, ninety-nine percent of the talking. No joke. Me. Doing all the talking. You’ve seen how quiet I can be at work. God it was a nightmare, like why would you agree to a date with me if you don’t even really wanna be there?”

Mark shot you a sympathetic look as he scribbled on the map. “Maybe they were just super shy? But either way, that’s pretty rough. I’m sorry.”

You shrugged your shoulders. “No harm done. What about you, what’s the worst date you’ve ever been on?”

Mark paused, pursing his lips and looking up at the sky. “There was this one time I was asked to fill out my birth chart and do some online personality test before the date even started. That was… weird.”

You laughed, gasping in disbelief. “And how did that go?”

“Oh, the date?” Mark looked back down at you. “Technically, it didn’t even happen. My date decided we weren’t compatible cause I’m a Cancer and an extrovert, or some shit.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah.” Mark grinned at you.

After about ninety minutes of slowly working your way up and down the roof and sharing stories, you and Mark finished up at the largest glass dome overlooking the Swarovski store. You were about to settle onto the cold concrete of the roof when Mark pulled out two foldable camping chairs from his duffel bag.

“Did you really think I was gonna let you sit on a roof all night without a bit of comfort?”

“Shrike did,” you replied, standing back up.

“That’s cause she’s an alien. I’m a human being.”

“That’s exactly what an alien would say if they were trying to pass as a human.”

“You got me,” Mark laughed, holding his hands up. “Got binoculars?”

You fished them out of your bag, throwing a pair to him. “Catch!”

Panic crossed his face, but he caught them just in time. “See that? Cat-like reflexes.”

“Sure thing, Catwoman.” You rolled your eyes, looking through your own pair of binoculars.

“Ten-fifteen, no guards,” you mumbled under your breath. Mark jotted down your observations on the sides of the map.

“What time d’you think they turn the lights off here?” You asked.

Mark shrugged. “Hopefully soon. It’s a little blinding.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “Must be weird walking through a dark empty mall at night though. I dunno why, but it makes me think of this video game my friend made me play in college. You played as a security guard in a haunted pizzeria.”

“Not that animatronics one.” Mark’s voice was flat with dread.

You removed the binoculars from your eyes, shooting him a surprised look. “Yeah! You know it?”

“Man, don’t even talk to me about that game.”

You laughed. “It had me sleepless for days as well.”

There was silence between you two for several minutes as you went back to the task at hand, until Mark broke the silence once more.

“How’d you get into video games?”

You leaned back in your chair, surprised again at the inquisitive look Mark was giving you. You played with the binoculars in your hands.

“My dad got me into them, actually. He was always really into them as a kid, all the retro stuff. We used to spend a few nights each week completing a video game together whenever I was home.”

“That’s cute,” Mark smiled. “Do you miss Pennsylvania?”

Your stomach flipped. You normally hated that question, but something about the sincere, gentle look Mark was giving you made you want to open up to him even more.

“A little,” you replied, sitting forward and glancing down. “But LA is starting to feel like home. It took a while, but I’m getting there.”

You looked at Mark again. Your stomach continued flipping as a sweet smile spread across his face.

“Good.” His answer was so quiet you almost missed it.

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever actually asked where you’re from, Mark.”

Amidst the darkness, you could’ve sworn a hint of pink spread across his cheeks. “Oh, it’s fine. I’m from Ohio originally.”

“Shut up! We were state neighbours this whole time and you never told me?”

Mark’s eyebrows raised as he let out a hearty laugh. “Yeah, I guess we were! But hey, look at us both now, living it up in the big city.”

“Damn right we are!” You held out your hand for a high five. Mark accepted it, the singular clap reverberating into the night.

You settled into another comfortable silence, only breaking it to make the occasional remark about the guard patterns. When the lights finally dimmed inside the mall, you and Mark let out a quiet cheer of relief. You dug your phone out of your bag to check the time, surprised to see that it was 12:30 am.

“Wow. Time flies, huh?” You flashed your phone screen at Mark.

“Sure does when you’re having fun,” he smiled back, jotting down another note on the side of the map. “Lights out, twelve-thirty.”

You stuffed your phone back into your bag, turning away to hide the huge grin that appeared on your face.

“By the way, what was that on your lock screen?”

Heat flushed to your face as you retrieved your phone once more. Damn this guy, he doesn’t miss a beat.

You passed your phone to him. “It’s the view of the city from the Griffith Observatory. I’ve not actually been up there yet, but I found that picture online and I liked it, so…”

Mark raised his eyebrows at you in disbelief as he gave you back your phone. “You’ve never been there? You should totally go!”

“I know, I know. I just didn’t have time what with school. It just fell to the back of my to do list.”

Mark hummed in response, but he was staring at the sky as if he were lost in space. He bit his lip.

“I could take you there some time. If you wanted,” he offered. His voice was uncharacteristically quiet once again.

“That’d be fun.” You smiled, trying to keep your cool despite the butterflies filling your stomach.

Out of nowhere, a chilling breeze picked up. You shivered violently with a groan of protest, rubbing up and down your arms.

“Son of a bitch, where did that come from?”

Mark reached for something in his bag. “LA weather can still surprise you sometimes. Here, put this on.”

He threw something black onto your lap. You picked it up, realising it was one of his sweatshirts. You cast him a bashful smile. The hit of warmth was immediate when you snuggled into the garment, and a faint smell of cologne enveloped you. You sighed happily to yourself.

“You’re not getting this back.”

“I figured you’d say that.”

After another hour and yet more watching and waiting, you heard Mark’s stomach rumble faintly. An idea popped into your head. You reached into your bag, pulling out a large flask and holding it out to him.

“Here.”

Mark took the flask, unscrewing the lid and sniffing with a curious frown. “What is this?”

“Chicken soup.”

“You brought soup?”

“Well we’re gonna be out here for a while, what did you bring?”

“… Cookies.”

You shook your head. “Good thing you have me to keep you in check. Go on, it’s homemade.”

Mark took a sip. His eyes lit up in delight.

“Damn Zero, that’s good. You made that?”

“Mhmm,” you nodded. “Family recipe. Warms you right through to your bones.”

“In which case,” Mark began, a hint of mischief in his voice as he handed the flask back to you. “If you have this, can I have my sweatshirt back?”

“Nope!”

Mark leant back in laughter, picking up his binoculars again. “So, you’re stubborn and a good chef. I’m learning a lot tonight.”

You scoffed back at him, retreating further into his sweatshirt.

“Chicken soup’s my favourite kind actually.”

“Yeah?”

Mark hummed, binoculars still glued to his eyes. “My mom used to make it for me when I was sick. You’d think I’d hate it cause of that reminder of feeling crappy, but the opposite happened.” He lowered the binoculars, gazing at you for a few seconds in silence. “I guess it just reminds me of… I dunno, that I have people lookin’ out for me.”

Your heart felt like it had been lit on fire. You swallowed, trying to summon the right words, but your mind was blank. You managed a shy, wordless nod, pulling down the sleeves of Mark’s sweatshirt to cover your hands.

The next few hours seemed to fly by in a matter of minutes. By the time you were satisfied with the guard rotations you’d mapped out, it was nearly six in the morning. Your eyes felt like they had papercuts, and your brain ached for a dark room and warm blankets. You and Mark packed away your equipment into your bags. Just as you were about to make your way to the door, Mark unexpectedly grabbed your hand.

“Wait, this is the best part.”

“Whaaaat?” You groaned, desperate for sleep.

Mark led you to the edge of the rooftop once more. “Trust me, it’ll only take a couple of minutes, and it’s more than worth it.”

You looked across the landscape ahead of you. You were about to ask what the fuss was about when bright orange hues bled into the sky from the horizon, and everything stopped.

The sun was slowly rising over the city, bathing all of the buildings in a brilliant orange light. Wispy clouds drifted along, interfering with the sunbeams and creating dancing patterns in the sky. Your eyes widened, a small gasp escaping your mouth.

“You know, I’ve never really stopped to notice this before,” you admitted.

Mark turned to you. “Are you glad you did?”

You nodded at him. “Yeah.”

It dawned on you in that moment, after having looked at him through hours of darkness, just how incredible his eyes were. The early morning light blazed in them, highlighting all the brilliant brown tones that intertwined and danced with one another.

You cleared your throat, taking in a deep breath of the crisp air. Mark looked away, adjusting his bag on his shoulder.

“We, uh…” he shifted on the spot, smiling at the rising sun and scratching the back of his head. “We make a pretty good team, don’t we?”

You grinned back at him harder than ever before. “We sure do.”

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luna-jaden-shadow · 4 years

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Meant To Be Yous’

Plot - Meant To Be Yours - Heathers

Angst

Warning - Swearing, Blood, Death, “Suicide”, Heathers the Musical Spoilers!,

Pairing - Yandere!Yancy X Reader

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Your story started the same way that all the others did. You wanted to be someone, to not be picked on my jocks who were going to be future gas station employes, you wanted to be beautiful. You were a lot like others, you and a best friend who stuck with you through thick and thin. Unlike the others, you had a little talent that you didn’t want to boast about.

It was your first day of senior year when everything you knew started to change. It all changed with one note, one little note that took you to a life you never thought possible. With fantasies of candy stores, parties at houses having big fun, and in the end it was all about a boy who would fight for you.

An obsessive bad boy who you fell head over heels for had you dizzy. His name was Yancy and while he claimed to be from Ohio his accent through many people off. He has this passion for slushies, the easy life, musicals, and, of course, you. You were in love with him there was no doubt about that.

Yancy would do anything for you. Anything. He was willing to fight for you, win for you, kill for you. You thought he was perfect for you until he tricked you into killing two people. You didn’t think at the beginning you would be in this position. Never in a million years did you think you would be trapped in your room with a killer who just wanted you and only you.

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Yancy couldn’t wrap it around his head why you had now locked yourself in your closet. He was only there to invite you to be his date to the pep rally at school. You messed up sure but he can forgive you, you messed up and he can see passed that. Maybe you were scared? Scared of what? Surely not him.

Yancy knocks on the closet door, tilting his head. “Open the door.” He commands, jigging the locked doorknob. His desperation for you was showing. You were the one good thing he had left in the world. The only person he had and he craved to be with you every moment of the day.

You sit on the other side of the door, shaking in fear of the monster that you had managed to create. “No. I'll scream, my parents will call the police.” You insisted, pulling your knees to your chest.

Yancy takes a step back from the door, looking around the room. “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed. Yous’s my date to the pep rally tonight.” He tosses aside a shirt that was in his hand to the side.

Confusion hit you. “What? Why?” He chuckles.

“Well, our classmates thought they were signing a petition. . .You better come out here and see what they really signed.” He smiles wide, looking at the door before his face got serious. “Yous chucked me out like I was trash. For that, yous should be dead.” The fear in you only grew. “But, but, but! Then it hit me like a flash, what if high school went away instead?”

Shock hit after that one. Yancy had a twisted smile as the plan unfolded in his head. This was how he was going to win you back, how he was going to get his happily ever after with you. He was just going to have to remove the middle man, or in this case, people.

Anger took over his features. “Those assholes are the key, theys’ keeping yous away from me. They’ve made yous blind, messed up yous’ mind. But I can set yous free!” Drunken in his own delirium this really was the only way. “Yous left me and I fell apart. I punched the wall and cried- BAMN! BAMN! BAMN!”

Yancy punched the door until his knuckles started to bleed with the love he felt for you. His devotion of love, his dedication to you, even after you left him behind. It was just a small mistake, he repeated that over and over on his way here and now it was all that ran through his head.

He walks away from the door, wiping the blood with his other hand. “Then I found yous changed my heart and set loose all that truthful shit inside! And so I built a bomb. Tonight ours’ school is Vietnam! Let’s guarantee they never see their senior prom!” Yancy comes to a stop at your dresser, the grin on his face falling.

Reaching up, he picked up a picture frame. It was a selfie that the two of you had taken together. You leaned against him as he held out the camera. It was almost like it was yesterday that he’d taken the picture. You were still his, you still are. You’re just as beautiful-and-or-handsome as before.

His hand shakes a bit as he looks at the picture. “I was meant to be yous’! We were meant to be one! Don't give up on me now! Finish what we've begun! I was meant to be yous’!” Tears burned his eyes as he shakes a bit at the possibility of you not loving him back.

That wasn’t right. You do love him. He was most definitely sure of it. You love him as much as he loves you. Maybe you were just afraid of him loving you. Yeah. That sounds about right. Yancy looks up at the door and his whole mood changes again.

In a violent mood swing he tosses the frame away, letting it hit the wall before landing on the floor, breaking the glass. “So when the high school gym goes BOOM with everyone inside.. Pkhw! Pkhw! Pkhw!” He moves around dramatically, before reaching into his pocket. “In the rubble of their tomb. We'll plant this note explaining why they died!” He drew out the note from his pocket.

We, the students of Westerburg High. Will die. Our burnt bodies may finally get through. To you. Your society churns out slaves and blanks. No thanks. Signed the Students of Westerburg High. 'Goodbye’.

A fire burns in his eyes, passion of what was going to happen. Everything that he planned was going to run perfectly, it had to if he was going to get you. It started with murder and it was going to end in a blaze of glory. Yancy closes his hand, crinkling the note in it as he does.

His full attention is on the door that you sit on the other side of. “We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors. Bring marshmallows. We'll make s'mores! We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!” Yancy hugs himself, imagining when he’ll be able to hold you in his arms.

It wouldn’t be too long now. You just had to come out, you just had to stop being afraid of his love. The two of you could rule the world, together. You just had to listen to him, to love him like he loves you.

Yancy now holds his hands out for a moment. “I was meant to be yous’! We were meant to be one! I can't take it alone! Finish what we've begun!” Yancy slowly starts walking to the door. “YOUS WERE MEANT TO BE MINE! I AM ALL THAT YOUS NEED! YOUS CARVED OPEN MY HEART! CAN'T JUST LEAVE ME TO BLEED!” Yancy leans on the door now.

He can hear faint shuffling from the other side as he take in a breath. You were coming around, yeah you were coming around to see that he was right. Hee was right about everything, he had to be right.

Yancy hits the door again. “Y/N! open the- open the door, please. Y/n, open the door. Y/n, can we not fight anymore, please.” The doorknob jiggles and twists as he tries to open it. “Can we not fight anymore. Y/n, sure, yous’ scared I've been there. I can set yous free! Y/n, don't make me come in there! I'm gonna count to three!” Yancy holds his hand up. “One! Two! Fuck it!”

With all his might, Yancy kicks the door open. His face is filled with shock and horror in front of him. You were hanging in your walk in closet, a sheet was tightly wrapped around your neck. Yancy starts to cry, falling to his knees.

“Oh my God... No! Y/n! Please don't leave me alone. Yous’ was all I could trust. I can't do this alone.” Anger takes over his features quickly. Those kids, those people at the school. They drove you to kill yourself. Everything that they’ve done to you brought you to leaving them, to leaving him. “STILL I WILL IF I MUST!...”

A knock comes to the door of the room, one of your parents was there. With one last glance at your hanging body, he leaves, right out the same window he came in through. He was going to finish what the two of you started. He was going to finish it for you and only for you.

When your parent came in they found you hanging in your closet. They screamed and instantly you were taking the sheet off and trying to calm them down. You had a new mission, you were the dead girl/boy walking.

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thesealishere · 4 years

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First Christmas Together! Yancy X Reader (Speed Date with Markipler winner)

[Y/N] hummed along to the Christmas music coming from the radio as they drove home from work. It had been a month since Yancy had gotten out on parole and had started living with them and they were happy to have someone to go home to every night.

Granted tonight what they came home to was a house filled with smoke and a blaring fire alarm, they ran into where the smoke was mostly coming from the kitchen, and found Yancy freaking out with a pan in hand, inside the pan was a blackened… Lump. He threw it into the sink and turned on the tap, the water instantly turning into steam as it hit the hot pan.

“What’s going on?!” [Y/N] yelled over the smoke alarm, grabbing a chair so they could get up and turn it off as Yancy opened a window.

“I uh… I wanted to make dinner for youse…” He laughed nervously before coughing. “It’s just… Youse been workin’ real hard and well, my jobs hunt ain’t going so well and I wanted to do somethin’.” He shrugged before dropping his head.

“Yancy.” They sighed, getting off the chair and walking over to him. “You don’t need to do anything like this, I know you’re trying. It’s not like it’s easy for an ex-con to get a job.” They said, placing a hand on his shoulder and he offered a weak smile.

“Still, I feel bad. Like I’m moochin’ off of youse. So, I figured I could at least make dinner, but I uh… Never really tried cooking before. Never got kitchen duty.” He let out another nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s the thought that counts. Besides, I have a plan for us tonight that includes food.” They said and he looked at them in confusion.

“What’s the plan?”

“Well, it’s your first Christmas out of prison and with me and there’s this tree lighting going on downtown. The website said there’s gonna be caroler’s and hot chocolate and shops, I figured it would be fun!” They suggested, watching his face light up as they listed the different things.

“Well why didn’t ya start with that?! Lemme get my jacket!” He said excitedly, running out of the kitchen to grab his jacket out of the closet near the front door. [Y/N] shook their head, turning the water off in the sink and closing the window before turning on the fan above the stove, hopefully that would have the smoke cleared up by the time they got home.

The drive to the small downtown area was filled with Christmas songs being belted out by Yancy and [Y/N], the two only stopping when they passed by a couple of places that were nicely decorated for the season and even then they started right where they left off in the song.

They ended up having to park a fair distance away from the town square where the tree was, but as they walked they saw a small high school band setting up and they made a mental note to stop by once the tree was lit. There was supposed to be hot cocoa, carolers, and all the small shops were supposed to be open! But once they got to the town square there were no carolers, there were small children running around, playing with light up toys as the adults all huddled around and some man on a stage was talking about something they couldn’t hear due to the crowds talking. At least there was a place where they could get some hot chocolate and hotdogs, seeing as that was the only food they had.

“Sorry Yance, I don’t know why I was expecting something out of Hallmark.” They sighed, sipping their hot chocolate, at least that was good.

“Don’t youse worry about it. Anytime spent with you is a good time to me, besides we can go check out that band once we’re done here.” He said excitedly, taking a bite of his hotdog and stepping out of the way of a child that was running from their parents from some reason or another.

“Well, as long as you're having fun that’s what matters.” They said that the two eating their hotdogs and making whatever small talk they could until the man on stage started a countdown from ten. Once they reached one the tree lit up and everyone cheered, [Y/N] looked over to Yancy who was staring up at the tree as if it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and they couldn’t stop the grin that spread across their face. The two stood there for a moment, letting the crowd thin out before walking a little bit closer to the tree to get a better look.

“This isn’t a tree! It’s just some big cone with stuff to make it look like a tree.” Yancy huffed once they got close enough to it.

“Well, that explains how they got one of these so big and perfectly shaped every year.” [Y/N] laughed at the pout on the ex-con’s face. “It also means they don’t have to worry about watering a giant tree, I wouldn’t want that job.” They continued on and he shrugged, taking the explanation.

“Well, it’s still really nice looking…” He said before turning away from the tree and smiling at them. “Let’s go check out that band we saw.”

The two quickly made their way back to where the band was and were happy to find that they were playing Christmas music, two of the kids getting up and singing “Baby, It’s Cold Outside”. Yancy took hold of [Y/N]’s hands and started to dance with them to the music, with a laugh they followed his lead and eventually a few other couples joined in dancing along with the music. During the songs that kids weren’t singing Yancy would sing to them and if it was a duet they couldn’t help but sing with him. They stayed there for the whole hour that the band played, clapping and whistling when it was time for them to go, the kids had school the next day after all. But before he left the band director made an announcement that they would be hosting a community dance that would be 40’s themed.

“Please tell me we’re going to that.” Yancy said as they walked away from the stage that the band was on.

“To what? The dance?” They asked before thinking about it. “Yeah, I could look into that.” They said and he smiled, starting to talk about all the fun they would have as they walked the streets, looking into the shops every now and again. They found their way into an antique shop, looking at old books and records, there was even a rack of old clothes where [Y/N] found an old leather jacket.

“Yancy! C’mere, you need to try this on!” They called and he instantly came over, moving a little faster at the sight of the jacket.

“Oh! It’s fits like a glove!” He said once he had the jacket on, pulling on it a bit and putting his hands in the pockets as they checked the price tag.

“This is only thirteen bucks? I’m getting it for you.” They said, not seeing Yancy’s face drop.

“Youse don’t have ta do that. Youse do enough for me as is…” He tried to defend but they weren’t having any of it.

“Yancy, it’s like this jacket was made for you. I’m getting it and I won’t take any ifs ands or buts got it?” They asked, he opened his mouth to protest more but one more look from them was enough to silence him.

“Right… Thanks [Y/N].” He said with a soft smile.

“No problem, just think of it as an early Christmas gift.” They said as he switched back to his other jacket and they walked over to the register where the older woman behind the counter eyed Yancy with some distaste.

“We’ll be getting this.” [Y/N] said as Yancy avoided the woman’s gaze, she said nothing as she checked them out and the two left with their purchase in a paper bag.

“Was it me or was that lady givin’ me the stink eye?” He asked once they were outside again.

“Oh, she was totally giving you the stink eye. But who cares what some random old lady thinks?” They asked and he shrugged.

“It was just… Odd is all. Not that I care what she thinks, I only care about one persons opinion and that’s youse.” He said and the two smiled at each other before they went back to looking around, every now and again [Y/N] could feel his hand brush against theirs and finally they just took his hand into theirs, watching a blush reach his ears.

“You know, the website said there was going to be carolers and I don’t think they meant the band…” They said, looking across the street as people walked around.

“Maybe… We are the carolers.” Yancy suggested.

“Wha-?” Before [Y/N] could finish their question Yancy began singing “Joy to the World” at full volume, drawing a lot of attention. At first [Y/N] covered their face and laughed, feeling their face heating up as they continued down the street. Once he finished the song a few people clapped as they bumped his shoulder with theirs.

“Very funny.” They grumbled before spotting a cafe and they quickly pulled him into it before he could start another song. Inside the shop was fairly quiet as the few people inside chatted and in the background played soft jazz, the cafe was steampunk themed and they seemed to have all kinds of different drinks and pastries. The two got drinks and some cookies before finding a table near the window to sit down and watch people walk by.

“Thanks for this.” Yancy finally spoke after the two sat in silence for some time. “Thanks for everything, I know I’ve said it already but I really mean it, thank youse.”

“You deserve the world Yancy and I may not be able to give it to you, but I can give you this and if that’s enough then I’m glad.” [Y/N] said, the two smiling at eachother, placing their hands on the table near each other.

“This is more than enough.” He said, moving his hand to rest on top of theirs. “I… I never thought I could be this happy outta prison.” He laughed, looking down at their hands, refusing to look up at them. He knew they were smiling at him, he could feel his heartbeat rapidly increase as he swallowed the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. “I love youse.” He finally forced out, closing his eyes as he did so.

“I love you too.” There was no hesitation, they moved their hand so that their palm was facing up and they could hold onto his hand, his eyes shot open and to their face. He stared for a moment, looking for anything, any sign that he’d misheard them or that they were only saying that out of pity…

“Really?” His voice just above a whisper, he couldn’t believe it even as they nodded and he started laughing. He stood quickly, nearly knocking over the table along with their drinks and pulled [Y/N] from their seat and pulling them to him for a short, but passionate kiss.

“They said they love me!” He cheered, earning a few cheers and claps from the other people in the cafe who didn’t seem to mind the display. In the corner of the cafe, [Y/N] saw a woman that looked oddly familiar, she was smiling at them behind her cup but before they could get a better look at the woman their attention was drawn back to Yancy who was still laughing before he pulled away from them.

“What do ya say we go home, Yancy?” They asked, deciding to forget about the woman for now, right now, all that mattered was this.

“Yeah, let’s go home.” He agreed, feeling as if he was on cloud nine. Man, it was good to be free.

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I hope y’all enjoyed it! I based this very heavily on the downtown where I live! Also sorry it took a bit longer than planned, I ended up Christmas shopping yesterday and then I worked eight hours today! This was a ton of fun! I’ll make a separate post thanking everyone for participating in a bit! As always I accept any and all feedback! Thank you for reading! I hope it was worth the wait! ~Seal~

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onestowatch · 3 years

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Get to Know Indie Newcomer, KALI [Q&A]

Photo By: Zealand Yancy

16-year-old artist KALI, full name Kali Flanagan, opens up the year by announcing that her debut EP CIRCLES is out May 7th. The project includes her previously released single "Back To The Start" as well as new track, "Lucy.”

A prodigy of sorts, KALI grew up playing recitals and covering Beatles songs, taking private lessons with music teachers, participating in after school music programs, and even taking songwriting masterclasses to nourish her passion. In 2017, KALI assembled her first band, Big Wednesday. The relatable and honest indie-surf arrangements that KALI wrote for the group drew sweaty, teenage crowds to local venues like The Smell and The Viper Room and would lead her to her now solo work.

KALI self-describes her music as “bouncy” and after listening to her newest track, “Lucy,” the bounce that she creates her music with is evident. “Back to The Start” and “Lucy” are Gen-Z anthems, and perfectly explain KALI’s indie-pop and rock influences. They both incorporate driving grooves and upbeat vibes, but lyrically speaking, showcase the more somber reality of the ups and downs of life as a teenager.

In a music world often filled with computerized instruments and overproduced songs, KALI represents a refreshing change of pace. Her subtle layering of instrumentation including electric piano, shakers, and a gritty guitar provides the song with a full sound without feeling cluttered. Additionally, you can tell that her musicianship and performance can clearly translate into an energetic live show.

Get to know KALI and watch the music video for her latest single, “Lucy,” below:

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Ones to Watch: As you previously mentioned, your name is pronounced Kaw-Lee. Do you ever catch people saying Kay-Lee?

KALI: Oh yeah, all the time, but I’ve gotten used to it. Nowadays it’s easier for me to correct people, but before when I was a kid it was so uncomfortable for me to explicitly say, “Oh excuse me it’s KALI.” Nowadays it’s just my name, and also, I want to acknowledge that part of my culture. My mom is Indian so I think when people get my name wrong, I should correct them because it’s part of my heritage and it’s an important part of who I am.

When did you first start playing music?

I started playing music when I was about four or five, and I started with the piano. The piano is the center of music theory, and I’m so glad I learned it first because it set me up for success and gave me a good grounding to create music. After I learned piano, I picked up the guitar maybe two years later. Then I got involved in a lot of afterschool music programs and there was a need for a bass player. I picked up the bass really quickly and played the upright bass at school in the orchestra. Oh, and I always wanted to play drums, so I taught myself drums. I played more classical music and jazz and stuff in school, and outside of school it was a lot of rock music.

When did you know you wanted to be an artist/songwriter?

I’m not sure, because I tried writing music when I was ten or eleven, I would say, and it didn’t go so well. I guess I just wasn’t in the right frame of mind, but a year later when I was twelve it really clicked for me. I wrote on the acoustic guitar originally, taught myself how to use GarageBand, and made really horrible sounding demos. But what really created the spark for me was the combination of writing, production, and crafting songs. I think it’s so interesting. It’s like putting ingredients together.

What do you think it was that drew you to creating your own music?

Originally, I was drawn to music in general for the performance aspect, but when I started making music it was completely different. There is such a different feeling with something that you make and something that’s entirely yours. You can do anything with it. It’s infinite, it’s so magical and enthralling, and that’s what drew me to it. When I was younger, I didn’t necessarily understand the fact that I was expressing myself in a creative way in terms of my emotions and how I felt, but then when I got to high school, I really started to express how I was feeling through music. I would have all these emotions building up inside of me as I went through life, going to school, and being a teenager. Creating music was like an emotional exhale for me and it’s become an even bigger part of my life in that way. I needed to be able to express myself and have this outlet to move through life. It’s so fun and there’s so much unknown. There’s so much I have to explore, and I guess that’s what keeps me making music and enjoying it, the excitement and having so many possibilities.

If you could describe your music with three words, what would you say?

Drawn-out, layered, bouncy

Do you remember the first song you ever wrote? What is it about? Can I find it on the internet anywhere?

Oh God, I’m pretty sure you could find it. My mom just loves posting my videos on the Internet. I think there’s a video of me when I was seven years old wearing a wife beater and playing a red miniature Stratocaster, and I’m just strumming these three chords. I even remember what key it was in, it was in D. But the first song with lyrics that I wrote was in the sixth grade, and I wrote a song for my mom for Mother’s Day. It was about how much I appreciate her. I think it was called “She’s My Mom” or something. I’m sure you could find it. It would take some digging.

Who are some current artists or songwriters you love or would like to work with?

Mk.gee, Billy Lemos, Adrianne Lenker, Q, Dijon, Porches, Phoebe Bridgers, Ethan Gruska, Beach House, Pharrell, Matt Maltese.

Who are your favorite all-time artists and biggest influences?

The Beatles, Paul McCartney and George Harrison, the film composer Ryuichi Sakamoto, Elliott Smith, Mac DeMarco, Angel Olsen, Billie Holiday, The Strokes.

You just released your newest song, “Lucy,” off the upcoming EP. What is the song about and who is Lucy?

I would say that Lucy represents this idea of not having a very clear picture of reality after becoming infatuated with someone; when your infatuation kind of covers up the parts that maybe aren’t the best. I wrote “Lucy” when I was really involved with this girl and she wasn’t out to her friends or her family. I was chasing after this person who was very closed off. So that’s who this character Lucy is, someone that’s figuring themselves out but hurting someone else at the same time because of it. It’s not an ideal situation at all but I’m hoping it would be. There’s a juxtaposition between the music and the lyrics because the song has this fun energy and this bubbly spirit to it, but when I think about the lyrics and what I was writing about it kind of brings this element of sadness to me.

What do you do when you’re not playing or listening to music?

I mean if we weren’t in quarantine I would probably be with my friends. We listen to music in the car and do a lot of aimless driving and screaming. My friends are really outgoing people and I have a lot of conversations with them, I do love talking with people. I go for walks. I read a lot nowadays, I watch movies. I live a very simple life I would say. I love spending time with my family. And I spend time with my dogs, I have a boxer and a mini pinscher.

What do you miss most during quarantine?

I mean I really miss shows. I think every artist is going to say this, but I really miss playing shows. It was such a big part of my life and such a huge part of my high school. Everyone went to shows, it was a huge event going to The Smell or this record store that got shut down called Time warp. Every Friday and Saturday we’d be at a show. The energy of playing to people my age was so crazy and is a feeling that I can’t describe as other than enthralling. I really miss it and I don’t know when it’s coming back, it was so special. But I really miss being able to just call up a friend and go over to their house and be stupid with them. But yeah definitely shows above anything else.

What are you most excited about for 2021?

Well, this is going to sound like I’m a very promotional person, I’m not a very promotional person, but I’m so excited to get my music out because I have been sitting with it for so long. I am very new to releasing music, and it’s really cool to see what people think of it because I never thought anyone would think of it in the first place. With the new year, I’m also really making an effort to read. I’m absorbing the world like a sponge. That’s what I’m excited to do in 2021. And Joe Biden being president instead of Donald Trump of course.

#KALI #Indie #Back to the Start #Lucy #Q&A

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The Entire History of You

A fanfic based on Episode 3, Season 1 of Black Mirror

Yancy x Reader

Warning: Light gore, Strong language, Alcohol, cheating

Word Count: 2681

A/N: After watching this episode, I had instant inspiration because I love a good tragedy but I did change up a few things. This was really fun to write. This was mostly for fun but now that I read over it there isn’t a lot of detail but I want to get it posted tonight, so I hope you enjoy.

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Technology had developed quickly and a little device that recorded everything you seen or heard was implanted into everyone. This little device was placed behind everyone’s ear so it wasn’t very noticeable unless you were looking closely at it. Yancy had even got one and was excited to show You everything that he had experienced. Yancy couldn’t have been more excited; he was getting out! Today was the day he was allowed to leave the prison he had called home for so long and live out his life outside the walls with You, the love of his life. He walked out of the prison with a smile plastered on his face as he struts happily toward the car. Damien had come to pick up the ex-convict and take him to his new home. Yancy got into the car and greeted Damien with a big hug before pulling the seatbelt over his chest as the drive began.

You had gathered everyone together ready to surprise Yancy on his first day home; You made sure everyone was there! You made cake and gathered in the living room, waiting patiently for Yancy to arrive at the house. Yancy soon walked into the house and looked around the room; his eyes immediately falling on You. His smile fades a bit as he sees another man talking to you. The way the man smiled at you, the way you looked at him made Yancy tense. Something just didn’t feel right. When you turned to him, you kept your smile and walked straight to Yancy, looping your arm with Yancy’s and guiding him into the living room.

“Yancy! Sweetie, it’s so great to have you home.” Yancy looks down at you and smiles as you kiss his cheek. “You remember Wilford and Magnum, right?” You ask as you walk into the living room. Yancy nods a moment as he shakes their hands before turning his attention to the man who had talked to You just moment earlier. “This is Illinois!” You gesture to the man who tips his hat to Yancy and shakes Yancy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, you should do a rewind on the tv so we can see everything.” Illinois offers.

“No, tha’s only for Y/N and I to look over later.” Yancy says calmly as Illinois walks down the hall to the dining room. “Foods ready!” Illinois calls out as Magnum and Wilford cheer and trail behind Illinois into the dining room. Yancy stops you a moment, “Has he always been part of the group?” Yancy asks with a raise of an eyebrow. “I’ll answer questions later, dear. Come on let's go eat.” You walk ahead of Yancy into the dining room and seat yourself towards the end of table. Yancy sits across from you as he puts stuff on his plate and looks across the table at you. Your eyes were trained on Illinois, a smitten smile on your face. Yancy’s heart sank, he remembered how you used to look at him that way. Had this man just come along and stolen the spark?

“This new grain thing is more my style; I can get to rewind and revisit all of my steamy moments.” Illinois chuckles as he looks down the table at You. “Easy,” You giggle out. Yancy watches the interactions quietly as he pokes the food around on his plate, watching everything. When dinner was finally over, Yancy couldn’t stomach the thought of Illinois being anywhere near them; he walks into the living room and sits down, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes to relax a moment. You followed close behind, strutting over to Yancy and sitting down on the couch. “I’m so glad to have you home, Yancy.” You coo as you reach over, intertwining your hand with Yancy’s. Yancy pulls his hand away and looks at you.

“So? Has he always been a part of the gang?” Yancy question’s curiously.

“Who?” You turn furrow your brows as you look at Yancy.

“Illinois. Like did he go around giving the girls backrubs? Is he always that, flirtatious?” Yancy clenches his jaw a bit and bites the inside of his cheek.

“My love, stop. I know you got some sort of weird vibe from him and that’s probably because, well Illinois and I had a little fling a long time ago for about a month in Hawaii. I didn’t know you back then so I don’t see why it’s such a big deal.” You pick up a wine glass and take a small sip as Yancy sits up in his chair.

“You what? You slept wit him? Well isn't that just amazing!” Yancy shakes his head and lets out a frustrated growl.

“Why does it matter? It was years ago and you didn’t even know me!”

“And I thought that this Mr.Hawaii guy was supposed to be a brilliant man-”

“Why are you so obsessed? It doesn’t matter Yancy, you got this all fucked up!” You cut off Yancy as you pick up your wine glass and make your way to the stairs.

“Oh, I’s fucked up? Well that’s brilliant because sometimes you're a bitch!” Yancy grumbles out. You froze and turned to Yancy with a sad look on your face. “Y/N, I didn’t mean that-” An image of Yancy appeared on the tv screen repeating what You had just heard him say. ‘You’re a bitch.’ played over and over on the tv screen as you made your way up the stairs.

“I said sometimes! You can’t just cut that out, Y/N!” Yancy calls after you.

Moment later, Yancy walks up the stairs into the bedroom with his head down. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I just get jealous; I don’t want to lose you. You’re all I got outside of the prison walls.” Yancy sits on the edge of the bed as You cup his cheeks and guide him into a gentle kiss. “It’s okay, Yancy. I understand.” You whisper as you holds him close. Yancy nods slowly before crawling into bed next to you; he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against him. You lean into him and close your eyes as you slowly drift asleep. Yancy, however, couldn’t sleep. After everything that had happened that day he found it harder and harder to sleep, so once he was sure that you were asleep; he crept out of bed down to the living room not before pulling a bottle of Jack Daniels out of the fridge. Yancy rewinds his memories on the television screen.

He focused on you and the way you acted. The way you had your attention glued to Illinois. How you laughed at everything he said as if he was some sort of comedian. Yancy fills the glass and take a drink, he replayed and watched the few scenes over and over through the night. When morning rolled around, Yancy was finishing the bottle and a brilliant thought popped into his head. He should go pay a visit to Illinois. Yancy stands and walks out of the house quickly and quietly, starting up the car a warning sign appeared in front of Yancy. “Grain advise you not to drive in these circumstances.” The chip inside his head speaks. Yancy rolls his eyes and starts up the car, “yeah, thanks for that.” He slurs out before backing out of the driveway.

It didn’t take Yancy long to get to Illinois and when he did Illinois walked outside in a robe and boxers. “What do you want convict?” Illinois crosses his arms as Yancy gets out of the car and hugs him.

“Nothing, I just want to come over and say hi!” Yancy says brightly as he stumbles into Illinois house, walking down a long hall way until he reaches the living room, he grabs a bottle of vodka off the table pullng the top off with a loud pop following. He presses the rim to his lips and takes a long drink as he falls back onto the plush cotton couch. “Yancy, you can’t be here. What’s going on? Are you and Y/N bumping heads?” Illinois asks as he puts his hand on his hips. Yancy looks up at Illinois and tilts his head as he tips the bottle back once more.

“No! Y/n and I are fine. I have one question, is this where you rewind your hot and steamy time? Is this where you rewind the hot steamy times with my girl?!” Yancy growls out. Illinois lets out a heavy sigh as he pinches the bridge of his nose. “I think you should go.” Illinois walks to Yancy, grabbing his arm but Illinois didn’t get very far before Yancy smacks the bottle against Illinois head. Illinois covers his face and groans in pain before wrapping his rough hands tightly around Yancy’s throat. Yancy, in a struggle to breathe, grabs Illinois by his hair and yanks him back. Illinois and Yancy rolled from the couch the to ground with Yancy, hovering over top of Illinois with his hands around his throat. “I want you to delete them! Every memory you have of Y/N I want you to delete them!” Illinois eyes became a pale white before Yancy grabs the empty vodka bottle and smashes it on the hard-wooden floor, sending bits of glass all over.

“Not on your eyes! On the screen now! If you don’t, I swear I will carve out your throat and I will break all of your fingers! I swear!” Yancy yells as he holds the sharp end of the broken bottle to Illinois throat. He watches the images of each memory show up on the screen. His eyes widen a moment as he took notice of one the timelines. ‘1 month ago’. Yancy’s heart sank as watches all memories being deleted from the screen; First there was sadness then there was boiling anger, Yancy gripped the glass piece a little tighter before plunging the piece of glass deep into Illinois shoulder. Yancy stands and sends his foot into Illinois stomach, causing him to double over in pain as he clutches his shoulder. Illinois laid there crying as Yancy storms out of the house to his car.

In that moment, Yancy was alone what the hell was he going to do now. He put all his trust and hope into You and you had blandly lied and cheated on him. Yancy was stunned; the one person he had changed everything for had done him wrong. Yancy bites his lip as his vision clouded, tears spilled over his eyelids. Hot tears raced down his cheeks as he drove home quickly, regretting that he had ever trusted you.

Yancy walks up the stairs slowly, listening to every step creak quietly under his feet as he walks towards the bedroom; he leans against the doorway and sniffles a bit as he brushes away his tears. “Why did youse lie to me?” Yancy takes a few steps into the room as you sit up from the bed. “What? Yancy, where have you been?” You sit up in the bed concern written all over your face. “You were with him, Y/N. Youse was with him while I sat in tha prison cell and rotted!” Yancy yells. You crawl to the edge of the bed and look up at Yancy, “what are you going on about? I was never with Illinois!” You protest.

Yancy points his rewinder to the tv and his encounter with Illinois plays on the screen. Your eyes widen as you look from the screen to Yancy, “what in the hell have you done?” You whispered in horror. Yancy takes a deep breath as scrolls in on the image. There you were sitting in your bed with the tan colored blanket pulled over your chest, a small smile of satisfaction plastered on your face with the caption 1 month pasted under the picture. “Youse get suspicious and youse thinks youse crazy sometimes but when youse not youse can finally get rid of the shit. It’s like having a rotten tooths really, and when youse get tired of it. You dig out all the shit.” Yancy grumbles out, peering over his shoulder at you.

“Yancy, it was a mistake. It was after that argument we had, you walked away and you didn’t call or even accept my visitations! I went out for a drink with him and we got talking. It shouldn’t have happened.” You sniffled out. Yancy stands up and walks to you, “I wanna see it.” He sniffles out.

“What?” You ask in shock as you look up at the man, his messy raven hair was in all different directions and his face was cherry red from crying. “Youse heard me, I want to sees it!” Yancy says firmly. “I deleted it! I just wanted to forget it.” You sniffled out. Yancy looks down at you and shakes his head, “So it’s just a blank spot on youse timeline? I wanna see it.” Yancy demands. You nod helplessly as you turn and crawl across the bed to the night stand, you grab your small silver remote and freeze as you flick back through memories as quick as you can, hoping to find it and delete it before Yancy would notice.

Yancy crawls over you and grabs the remote harshly from your hand, “Youse not going to delete it now! Stop lying to me, Y/N!” Yancy yells as he looks at the remote. ”Show me, Y/N. I want to see it.” Yancy whimpers out as he stands at the edge of the bed, holding the small remote flat out In his hand. “Show me,” You places your hands on Yancy’s chest and shake your head helplessly. “No, please, Yancy. I love you. Why?” You whimper out as tears stream down your face. Yancy grabs the sides of your head, “Just show me!!” He yells as he pushes you down on the bed hard.

You curl up into a ball, crying as Yancy looms over you. “Look what you’ve done to me!! This isn’t me!! Where do I go now?! How could you do this to me?! To US?! After everything we’ve been through?!” Yancy yells as he tosses the remote on the bed and sits back down in the chair with his hands in his hands. “Play it, please.” Yancy sniffles. You obeyed this time, sitting up shakily and playing the memory on the tv screen while you buried your head into the blankets and sobbed.

Yancy looks away from the screen as his heart breaks a little more. He had so much hope, so much joy to finally have something outside of those prison walls and now it had been mercilessly snatched away from him. Yancy stands and walks out of the room with you tagging behind him quickly. Just as Yancy reached the door, you wrapped your arms around him tightly. You press your head against his back as you cry. “Please, Yancy, don’t go! I love you, please. Please, please.” Yancy had his hand around the doorknob as his head hangs. You knew just how to tug at his heart strings. It reminded him of the first time you had come for a visitation; the way you cried when he was taken away.

Yancy hated seeing you upset; it was his biggest fear. He hated to think of you being alone and on your own. He was weak to you. Yancy turns in your holds and draws you against his chest, closing his eyes as he rest his head on yours. He knew far too well that he wouldn’t give up on you after all he had just gotten out. Things could be repaired, after all he had changed his ways for you. He had fixed himself up mostly, maybe all you needed was someone to lean on and he was there now for you to lean on. Yancy holds you tightly, never wanting to let you go.

Yancy’s dream was chatter when a loud knock sounded from the door. “Yancy! Come out with your hands up!”

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That ask meme thingys

I dont’s wants to spam the main thing so we’s repostin it Here’s a link to the original https://askyancy.tumblr.com/post/188857885461/get-to-know-me-uncomfortably-well

1. What is you middle name? Daniel 2. How old are you? 30 3. When is your birthday? June 28 - 4:15pm 4. What is your zodiac sign? Cancer 5. What is your favorite color? Blood Red 6. What’s your lucky number? 4 7. Do you have any pets? Not anymore. But I’s used to have a cat fer like 15 seconds? Her name was Flancy 8. Where are you from? Ohio! 9. How tall are you? 5′10 10. What shoe size are you? 10 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 7 buts they’s keep em locked away from me 12. What was your last dream about? I hads a nightmare.. ah.. somet’in about escapin and upsettin de guards with someone handsome..or beautiful..or both I dont remembers 13. What talents do you have? I can sing I s’poses! 14. Are you psychic in any way? Psh no 15. Favorite song? I dont wanna be free Popular - Wicked 16. Favorite movie? Robin Hood Men In Tights 17. Who would be your ideal partner? Oh er I er- I dunno... someone... someone who gets me youse know? 18. Do you want children? I er... n-no.. I mean yeah I do’s but.. I aints a good father 19. Do you want a church wedding? I don’ts think the church woulds want someone like me in der. Nah somewhere on a beach or somet’ins 20. Are you religious? Uhm.. not reallys.. God aint done a lot fer someone like me ya know? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? A few times yeah. Lot o long stories there aheh.. maybe anoder time! 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Nah course not..... not at aaaaaallls.... not once! Totally not in prison cos I broke any o dem law things... 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? I er.. not reallys? 24. Baths or showers? Shower! I could shower fer hours! aint payin no water bill so why nots! 25. What color socks are you wearing? White ones.. all we gets in here 26. Have you ever been famous? Ey er actually supposedlys I was on the tumblr fandom thingy once! That was nice! 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Me- ah ..nah.. I wouldnt wants all that. Nah.. nice quiet life in prison is fer me! 28. What type of music do you like? Musicals mostly! I er posted lil mini playlist recently youse might be able to find it! 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Eh.. aheh... I er... yeah... ahaheh... I’ll leave that up to youses for youses imaginations~ 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 16 31. What position do you usually sleep in? Lil spoons! 32. How big is your house? I means it’s pretty big! Prison gotta house a lotta roomies youse know? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Dey serves us dry cereals or oatmeal 34. Have you ever fired a gun? Shotgun, Franchi SPAS-12 12 gauge. 6 shots in total. 3 fatal shots. 1 miss 35. Have you ever tried archery? Nah I aint goods at no stringy thingys theys get all tangled 36. Favorite clean word? Bourgeoisie 37. Favorite swear word? The U bomb 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 6 days 39. Do you have any scars? Ah, couple on my left hand from a knife, one on my right leg from a bullet and I gots a …few more on my back but ah.. I donts like to talks about those ones. Youse understand. 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? If I knews if I had a secret Admoirer it wouldnts be a secret no mores! 41. Are you a good liar? ah no.. I got a lotta tells 42. Are you a good judge of character? terrible! But ah! I always trys to make amends youse know? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? Ah a few, can do my dayds, New Joysey, Bahstan and New Yoyrk 44. Do you have a strong accent? Peoples always be tellin me I do 45. What is your favorite accent? I likes dem scottish types... ah and dat ole southern drawls good a good tingle to its! 46. What is your personality type? .... I er... I dunnos... Nice??? but like... tough guys too? Youse make that call 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? My shoeses! Dese is Itallian! 48. Can you curl your tongue? yeth 49. Are you an innie or an outie? I’m an innie! Prison life is where I lives int no outtie life fer me! 50. Left or right handed? I’s actually ambidestrous! 51. Are you scared of spiders? n...no...... why is der one near by? Youse gotta get it! 52. Favorite food? Gumbo. period. 53. Favorite foreign food? Probably one o dose indian curries! 54. Are you a clean or messy person? I likes to keep a clean cell 55. Most used phrased? Youses know? 56. Most used word? Youses 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 5-10 minutes... unless its a show day then I takes like 3 hours. Gotta look poifect 58. Do you have much of an ego? Peoples be tellin’ me lately that I’m an ego nows but I dont gets it. I aint tryna be above anyones else ya know? I’s just out here tryna be me 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I licks them ;P 60. Do you talk to yourself? Me nah... Why’s would I talk to myselfs? Not like I dont gots a whole gang to talks to. Not like I’m locked aways from them right now whiles in Solitary... Not likes I fill the silence in ‘ere with false conversations .... 61. Do you sing to yourself? Always! thoughs there aint much privacy in ‘ere so’s a lot o people get to hear it too 62. Are you a good singer? Peoples tells me so! But I’s still got a lot to works on 63. Biggest Fear? .......... Abandonment 64. Are you a gossip? What? Nah... I woulds never betray someone like that. Only cruel cold hearts sons o bitches do’s that. Oh! Dat reminds me youse should hear what I heard about Shithole Hank the other day. So gets this --- 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? Chicago! Best thing! 66. Do you like long or short hair? Short hair! Slides better through the fingers! 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Wells I coulds but youse might call it cheatin but here goes https://youtu.be/MSvJ9SN8THE?t=34s 68. Favorite school subject? Theatre o course! 69. Extrovert or Introvert? I er I’m an introvert actually 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Sadlys no... Always wanted to go see one o dem coral reefs wid de fishes! 71. What makes you nervous? ....the...the Ward’n 72. Are you scared of the dark? All dese nooks n crannies deys dayrk down there I gets used to it But afraid o de Dayrk..... de Dayrk scares me... 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? Only if its a common t’ing and theys not notice it on there own! 74. Are you ticklish? Yes but dont go tellin nobodys! 75. Have you ever started a rumor? Me! No! Course not! Startin’ rumors is the lowest o de low... spreadin em dough? I heards this one that Tiny once ate a guards arm.. like..de whole t’ing. I’d honestly say dat wasn’t true but... I mean.. it’s Tiny... Dey’s strong and terrifyin if youse get on their bad side! 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? Me nah... I ain’ts authoritive like 77. Have you ever drank underage? No. and I don’ts endorse it eithers 78. Have you ever done drugs? No. We’s very against that at Happy Trails. We’s is about rehabilitation. 79. Who was your first real crush? Ah nice guy in my high school called Illinois buts then..everyone had a crush on him. I wonder how his adventurin craze is doin him 80. How many piercings do you have? Ah just my ears 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ rr....rrrrrlbllr... RRBLRLBLRRGRLR...... RRRRRRRRRRR there we gos 82. How fast can you type? I dunno’s how fast do I’s respond to youses akses 83. How fast can you run? Only ever got caught once! and dey cheated with bullets 84. What color is your hair? Black and dark as night babye~ 85. What color is your eyes? Brown like the muddy pools of-.... er.... chocolate? 86. What are you allergic to? Rabbits and kidney beans...and hard labor 87. Do you keep a journal? Yeah but dats fer my eyes only capiche!? 88. What do your parents do? Nothin anymore..... Me Dayd always thoughts he was so good. always mocking me n stuff.. Thought he was all big bein a dental surgeon! And mom! Oh mom was just as bayd. Thinkin she was all better than me! Providin me with cuddles n loves and hugs n stuff tellin me to chase my dreams WELL WHOS DREAMIN NOW MA! Youse aint nursin nobody no mores! 89. Do you like your age? I dont like dat its gettin older 90. What makes you angry? Not a lotta t’ings but if youse be disrespectin mah fam’ly youse is gonna get it! 91. Do you like your own name? Yeah I likes it. had it a while now and it suits me youse know? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? ah... Not reallys I means.. thats a joint decision youse know? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? ah... thats up to the kid to decide when they’s ready 94. What are you strengths? I’s a good team member me thinks? 95. What are your weaknesses? I er... I gots a lot o’ flaws... 96. How did you get your name? ah wells it started with the nickname fancy pants and den dey took the first letter of my old name, a dead name i donts use it no mores, and it became Yancy Pants and den got shortened ta just Yancy 97. Were your ancestors royalty? Mine? psh.. nah! youse kiddin? For all I knows my ancestor was a pirate or somet’in 98. Do you have any scars? I gots -wait... I answered dis one already! 99. Color of your bedspread? Dark blue with some nice white sheets! 100. Color of your room? Grey... like every other wall in dis place

#yancy posts #ask meme #i wanted to give you all the full thing #enjoy some canon and head canon info!#thank you everyone who sent in asks!

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Ego Christmas - Day 25 - Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, everyone! And a happy fourth day of Hanukkah to any Jewish followers who might be reading this! This post was scheduled ahead of time, so that I couldn’t forget to put this up. I hope that everyone is having a great day!

Merry Christmas

Breakfast ran long, it always did on the holidays, but that was fine, nobody had to go anywhere, anyways. After everything was cleaned up, the Egos all moved into the living area, where gifts were all set under the tree as the lights twinkled.

“Alright, everyone gather ‘round!” Wilford called out. “Everyone in a circle, you guys know how this works, by now.”

Everyone worked to arrange the sofas and armchairs into a circle, moving the coffee table out of the way to make more room. As they all settled down, with Dark, Wilford, and the twins closest to the tree, everything began. They started with the stockings, which hung up on the fireplace and on the wall surrounding it. Each one was simple, a red stocking with a white cuff, with the name of an Ego stitched in shimmering red thread. The stockings were filled with different candies, and a handful of small gifts that would likely keep each of their interest as the gifts under the tree were given to the correct Ego.

Dark, Wilford, and the Jims worked well together to get all the gifts out to the others, in a way they had clearly been perfecting over the years. Dark and Wilford would read the names on the gift tags, and each Jim was silently assigned to work with one of them to get the gift to the correct person. The twins clearly enjoyed the little job, each one wearing a red and green elf hat, while Wilford and Dark wore Santa hats - though Dark initially put on a grumpy facade, it didn’t last, and he was soon smiling with the others.

“Before we get too far into things,” Dark spoke up, calling all the Ego’s attention to himself. “We all need to take a moment to celebrate that this is the first of hopefully many Christmases with the newest members of this chaotic family of ours. Eric, Reynolds, Magnum, Yancy, and Illinois; I hope this ends up one of many holidays we all spend together.”

A chorus of agreement met the five Egos, making Eric blush and hide his face in Illinois’ shoulder, as Reynolds laughed a bit, patting the man’s back.

“Alright, well, go ahead, everyone,” Dark urged, chuckling as Wil kissed his cheek. “The gifts won’t open themselves.”

Bim was one of the first to open a gift, the one he’d gotten from King, tearing away the wrapping and opening up the box to reveal a glittery purple suit with black lapels, and a matching tie. He smiled brightly, hugging King tight and drawing a laugh from the man. King, meanwhile, opened his gift from Bim, ripping away the wrapping paper to reveal a somewhat cylindrical bundle. A check of the tag revealed that it was actually a couple’s sleeping bag, perfect to go on the bed in the tree house King had in the woods that surrounded the manor, for a little extra warmth.

Silver opened up his gift next, surprised to have gotten a gift from Ed of all people. The wrapping paper actually contained two items, one being a set of blackout curtains for Silver’s room, which lead to him looking to Ed for an explanation.

“You get home at weird times,” Ed reasoned. “Sometimes it’s only a couple hours until the sun’s up, and I know the light comes in your window pretty early. With any luck, these’ll help you actually get some sleep.”

“That’s, actually really thoughtful, Ed,” Silver replied with a smile. He then proceeded to open up the box that had been with the gift. The box contained some black and white fabric, and at first, the superhero was once again confused, until he started to pull whatever it was out of the box. “No, you didn’t…” he began, trailing off as he pulled out a mask that looked much like the one he wore on a regular basis, though it was clearly a bit nicer and had a cleaner design.

“You’ve had the same costume since you were created. It was time for an upgrade,” Ed told him. “Jackie helped with that one, y’know, with the design and all that, and Eric helped to actually make it, but the original idea was mine. I guess it’s kinda from all three of us.”

“I love it! And if Jackie was behind part of this, I know it’s gonna be good, and Eric, kid, you’ve fixed my suit so many times since you got here, I’ve lost count. You guys are great,” Silver beamed, hugging Eric and then, surprisingly, pulling Ed in for a quick hug.

Magnum opened his gift next, seeing that it came from Reynolds. The wrapping contained a box that had a kit to build a model ship in a bottle. Reynolds hadn’t been sure what the large man would like, but he felt that a model pirate ship to display in his room would be interesting, and he’d noticed how careful he was with smaller things, so it seemed right. The captain smiled brightly, pulling the construction worker into a big bear hug.

Reynolds opened his gift next, his face lighting up as he shifted the box and heard the telltale sound of Lego bricks shifting inside. He tore open the wrapping to reveal a large set that seemed unfamiliar to him, but familiar at the same time, seeing as the box had an image of the manor on it.

“What’s this? It’s not an official set, is it?” the construction worker questioned.

“It-it’s a custom set!” Eric told him. “Dark, Wil, Bing, and I all pitched in and-and had a set made from the manor’s floor plan! You’ve got a lot of great sets, and I remember you saying that the manor would make a fun one, e-especially if it was all different sections that you could put together. So, Dark and Wil found the plans, and Bing drew up the actual stuff and submitted it to one of Dark’s contacts who actually got it made. I did all the box art.”

“That’s so cool! You guys are amazing!” Reynolds exclaimed, hugging those responsible for the gift.

The Host was next to open up his gift. The package didn’t have any wrapping paper on it, but rather, it was in a simple unmarked box with a ribbon tied around it, and a tag written by hand and in Braille, indicating that it came from Dr. Iplier. He undid the ribbon and opened the box, forcing his Sight for a moment to find that the box contained some high quality parchment and a nice calligraphy set with a quill, a few different writing tips that could be put on it, and a few different colors of ink. Meanwhile, Dr. Iplier opened his gift from the Host, smiling and breaking out into a bit of a blush when he found a couple of travel mugs, one which looked like the TARDIS from Doctor Who, and one covered in the print of the exploding TARDIS piece.

Google and Bing opened each others gifts, next. Google lit up when he pulled out a new set of small tools to use for his glasses and other small projects, along with a white suit jacket that would fit him perfectly. Bing practically threw himself at Google when he unwrapped a set of three dot grid notebooks to use for whatever he might need, along with a pack of pens.

Illinois opened his gift up next, finding a new bag to use during his expeditions. Eric explained that he felt that he could use something other than the cross-body satchel he was using, especially since he’d reported that it sometimes got in the way while he was climbing.

Next up was Eric, who was careful with the small gift in his hands. He undid the wrapping, and opened up the hinged box, finding a silk scarf folded inside. Carefully, he pulled the scarf out, marveling at the soft material and the light blue, green, yellow and purple pattern. There was something else, though, something heavier wrapped up in the scarf. Unfolding the thin fabric, he gasped at what he found. There was a necklace inside, with a black cord that wrapped around the smooth heart-shaped stone. The cord was tied into a pair of sliding knots, which would allow Eric to adjust the length of the necklace easily. Eric was rendered speechless.

“I found the stone a while back on an expedition, and thought you’d like to have it,” Illinois explained, somewhat sheepishly. He chuckled as Eric hugged him tight, and pulled him into a kiss.

“It’s perfect,” Eric told him, a bright smile on his face as he pulled the necklace on over his head, fiddling with the stone.

Ed opened up his gift, smiling to find that Silver had given him a set of hooks he could put up on his wall to display his hats and lasso. It would really help with organization, no doubt; those things took up space in his closet, on his bookshelf, and on his dresser. The twins each opened up their gifts at the same time, finding that they had gotten one another updated equipment.

Wilford opened up his gift next, breaking into a bright smile when he found a picture frame with five different windows. Four had photos of Wil and Dark together, at various points of their relationship, with the fifth and largest photo being one from their wedding. The photo had been taken from the isle, getting Wilford, Dark, Bim, Host, and the pastor who oversaw things in the shot, along with the ornate flower arrangement and large tree under which they had wed. It was one of Wilford’s favorite photos from that day, and he hugged his husband tight, kissing him.

Dark was next, tearing away the wrapping paper and opening the box to find a display of the solar system with a small dial and read out on the base. When he opened it, the planets were all lined up, and Dark simply raised an eyebrow in question as he looked to his husband.

“Google helped me with this,” Wil began. “It’s got a few different dates; the day we met, our engagement, and our wedding day, and a few others, all on the dial, and a setting where it’ll just run in real time. The planets all move when you pick a setting, so they’ll be in their proper place for that time. If you pick our wedding day, the planets all go to where they were the day we said “I do”,” he stated.

The demon looked to Google, who nodded in response. He then turned the dial so that the date of their first meeting was on the display, and pressed the dial down until it clicked. His mouth fell open in awe as the little planets rotated under the glass dome, stopping when they reached their proper positions.

“Wil… I don’t know what to say…” he finally breathed, still in awe over the gift.

“You don’t need to say anything,” Wilford stated, kissing his husband once again. “Your reaction says enough.

Dark smiled, looking around for a moment before snapping his fingers, spotting that one Ego hadn’t opened a larger gift like all the others had, and didn’t even have one by him. “I almost forgot, give me a moment,” he stated, handing the gift he had in his lap over to Wilford before standing. The demon tore open the Void and stepped through, returning a moment later with a box wrapped in silver wrapping paper. “This one is yours, Yancy,” he specified, handing off the gift to the former inmate.

Yancy set the box in his lap, running his fingers over the shiny wrapping paper, before giving Dark a quick look. Upon Dark making a silent motion for him to simply go on and open his gift, the former inmate tore away the wrapping and opened the lid of the box. He pulled a black case out of the box, setting the wrapping aside so the case could sit on his lap. The man ran his fingers over the clasps of the case, before he flicked them open with a soft click. With a deep breath, he opened up the lid of the case, and let out a shocked gasp.

“A violin?” he questioned, wanting to confirm the sight through his surprise. “How did youse know that I…?”

“I made a couple of calls and found out. I have my ways,” Dark stated calmly.

Yancy gave a bit of a nod, pulling the instrument out of the case to get a better look. It was clearly old, but well made, with intricate details on the pegs and scroll. He was in silent awe of the gift, and a similar silence had fallen over the entire room.

“Where did youse get this…? These ones ain’t cheap, and they ain’t easy to find, either.”

“It belonged to an old friend, originally,” Dark stated. “He passed some time ago, and left it to me. I can’t play, but when I learned that you’re musically inclined, I thought it would make a good gift for you. An instrument like that doesn’t deserve to sit and collect dust.” He wasn’t exactly lying, not in full, at least. He physically couldn’t play the violin anymore, thanks to the broken body he inhabited. It hadn’t belonged to a friend, though; the violin had belonged to Damien once upon a time. But, that time was long past.

“It’s amazing,” Yancy stated, carefully setting the violin back into the case. “Thank you, so much.”

“Well, it looks like we’ve gotten through everyone,” Wilford observed, looking over the room. “I think this was a great Christmas.”

“That it has been, Wil,” Dark confirmed, smiling.

Indeed, it had been a very merry Christmas, for everyone in the manor.

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