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[extraneousdominomask]

thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee replied to your post “I notice something. Even in the forth game, Carmelita Montoya Fox has...”

You forgot Talwyn

I have an increasingly vague grasp on the events of Ratchet & Clank past the third game and at this rate that is unlikely to change

#thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee #you cannot forgot that which you never know

[thevalicemultiverse]

thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee replied to your post: Ms. Liddell, what you've just said... Is one of...

(as soon as Alice sits in her chair, someone hands her a note that reads “Want me to kill him?” The note-passer was a goth girl in purple attire who was giving her a smile and a double thumbs up)

[Alice is taken aback by this -- people don’t usually pass her notes. She reads it, then glances at the girl. Well, what a kind offer, but Alice doesn’t want to go that far in seeking revenge. Buuuut. . .she scribbles, “Just humiliating him would be fine, thanks,” and passes it back once the teacher’s back is turned]

#thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee #~V: Inevitable High School #~T: Bob Cordry For Class President #no points answer #~C: Alice Liddell #((hullo hullo #seems we have a good samaritan here :) )) #~M: with this hand I will lift your queue

[rootbeergoddess]

I picture a scene where Quill and Rocket are arguing while flying through space. Rocket ask Drax to take the wheel so he can get into Quill's face. however there arguing stops when they hear something break and sees Drax holding the wheel of the ship in his hands and the ship starting to lose control. One of the Guardians tells Drax that his explanation for this better be good. Drax looks at the thing in his hands and says. "Rocket told me to the take the wheel."

I could see that happening

#thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee

[8butterflyboy8]

CRASH!

Victor’s first instinct is to duck behind the counter, away from the shattering glass. Once he’s certain the worst is over, his head pops up to check out the scene -- followed quickly by the rest of him as he sees a figure lying amongst the shards of the front window. “Oh! Are you all right?!”

#thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee #CRASH!! #building my queue

[rosaofthorns]

Tennessee Kid Cooper

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

Fun fact: Tennessee was an RP muse of mine that still lingers around. It’s why my blog title was the way it was before I decided to mosey along and leave’em behind.

...Who am I kidding, the trouble makin’ outlaw will always have a place in my heart.

#but i will not fuck the raccoon #no. #rosa rambles #thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee

[extraneousdominomask]

Ah what the hell, cancel my cancel. I dunno. I'm a fickle pickle rick!

:D

#public shaming: it's democratic! #(sorry) #thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee

[extraneousdominomask]

OK you know what. Cancel my vote please.

:c

#this round got weird #thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee

[extraneousdominomask]

Super B Lady. Because screw the other guy!

:3

#thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee

[extraneousdominomask]

Carmelita Montoya Roxana Ortega Alésia Glidewell Ruth Livier Grey DeLisle Griffin y Fox

sorry, the Anon-Vote already went to- wait, you’re an actual person, nvm

#thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee

[extraneousdominomask]

T E N N E S S E E K I D C O O P E R

[Yeeeeeeeeeehaw! ‘Bout time!]

T - Where are they ticklish?

Only thing ticklish ‘bout me is my itchy trigger finger! …That and my ribs.

E - How are they with children?

I like kids! I’m what you’d call “young at heart”, so I get along with ‘em just fine. I’m not always loved by their folks, though. Oh sure, it’s fine so long as I’m buyin’ ‘em penny candy or just doin’ some acrobatics, but the second I show off some gun tricks… Heck! That’s the coolest part! I know that’s all I was interested in as a young’un. I’m just tryin’ to entertain!

N - What do they usually have for breakfast?

If I’m out in the middle of nowhere, I tend to eat something quick and simple, like jerky. (Don’t ask me what the jerky’s made out of, ‘cause brother, I got no idea.) But if I’m in a town, I like to have a nice, warm apple pie.Yeah! That’s right! I like to eat pie for breakfast! And there ain’t a darn thing any of y’all can do to stop me!!

S - How stealthy are they?

See, that depends. Don’t misunderstand, I’m a Cooper same as the rest of my kin. I can sneak n’ creep with the best of ‘em. But boy howdy, I do love to indulge myself in more… direct approaches. Gunshots and explosions are mu~sic to my ears. So I guess your answer is “as stealthy as I feel like”.

K -How do you know when you’ve upset them?

Step on my tail, and I won’t hesitate to tell you as much. Keep at it, and… Well. I may be a chatterbox, but sometimes it’s best to let your guns do the talking.

I - On a scale of 1 to 10, how much do they love themselves?

Can’t spell “Tennessee” without a “ten”, now canya?Nah, that’s just my snappy answer. To level with y’all, I’m more than aware I’m not perfect. But I’m out there every day, doing what I love and living a spectacular life. For the most part, I’m happier than a rich pig in a mud store. So something pretty high. Eight?

D - How do they react to being flirted with?

One a’ life’s finest pleasures, no two ways about it! Few better ways to spend an evening than matching wits with a pretty little firecracker. ‘Course, needn’t always be that way. I like to imagine that I can be a right gentleman too, dependin’ on my conversational partner.

C - Can they swim well?

‘Bout as well as gunpowder. And considerin’ I don’t go anywhere without my guns, I reckon that about works out.

O - What would it take to break them, inside and out?

Oof, now there’s a question darker than a cave made a’ coal. Well, I got your answer. I love thievin’, I love adventurin’, and I love bein’ a Cooper. If I had to stop before my time, I think I’d go stir-crazy. Not to say retirin’ is entirely off the table - maybe I could be convinced to settle down by the, ah, right person. But the thought of a “normal life”... hrrf. Makes me shiver.Here’s something: my pops hated being a Cooper. No, really! He had a nine to five job selling shoes. Wanted no part of the family legacy, and kept me outta the loop long as he could to boot. If my Aunt Suzanne hadn’t come along, showed me the Thievius Raccoonus... prob’ly woulda chewed through my tail by age ten.

P - How do they handle money?

By the trainload, that’s how! Ol’ Tenny doesn’t do anything halfway. I wanna make my name in the Cooper lore by doin’ huuuuuge heists, stealin’ as much gold as I can possibly carry - and then some. It’s the American way!As for what I spend my “earnings” on - number one priority is my guns. It ain’t cheap to keep my darlings in such good condition, but I’m glad to pay any price to keep the parts movin’ and the chambers loaded. I spend a fair bit on tobacco, food - still got quite a sweet tooth - and pretty much any trinket, curio, or doohickey that grabs my interest. Life’s too short to leave things behind!

R - What are their hands like?

Quicker than a jackrabbit escapin’ a jealous husband! I’m the fastest draw in the West - and don’t you forget it!

#thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee #tennessee kid cooper #doing this one and henriette's made me google stuff about cowboys and pirates #learning is fun

[thevalicemultiverse]

🐕 (Doc Brown)

Doc: [looking at the puppies now sprawled across his lap, stealing his tools and poking their noses into various corners of the shop] I was working on something. . . [but he’ll go ahead and pet them anyway. And try to get his tools back.] Maybe if I found a rubber ball. . .

#~M: I want some questions! now! (ask) #~M: what’s going on here? (meme) #~V: Secundus #~T: We’re All Mad Here #puppy blanket #~C: Doc Brown #((he'll probably change tracks and try building a machine to throw balls for them)) #~M: with this hand I will lift your queue #thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee

[thevalicemultiverse]

thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee replied to your post:

Then why is He our Lord in heaven, if He's so...

….Wasn’t the Corpse Bride’s killer a “lord”.

Father Gale: You mean Mrs. Dodgson? Yes, her killer did go around claiming to be a lord while he was here. Of course, none of us have any idea if the title is legitimate, and given his death and disappearance after the Queen’s reign. . . But really, there are good people in the peerage. Don’t let a few bad apples spoil the entire barrel. And no one’s insisting you have to call God “Lord.” As I said, I doubt it truly matters to Him what you call Him so long as you live a good life. 

#thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee #~V: Secundus #~T: We’re All Mad Here #god in the peerage #~C: Other #((since the one you replied to was in that vein))

[rootbeergoddess]

The Ghost Orchid

Ivy needs Harley help but Harley messes up the plan. A commission for @thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee

   The plan had been simple enough.

   Or at least Ivy had thought so.

   The Gotham Botanical Gardens were holding their annual conference. This year, Dr. Damir Gavriila, a leading botanist, was bringing a very rare plant with him. The Epipogium aphyllum or more commonly known as Ghost Orchid. It was an extremely rare plant because it had a hard time breeding. The poor thing had no leaves, and it didn’t need photosynthesis. Ivy, however, was going to change that.

   She deserved the plant more than the good doctor did. In fact, he wasn’t that much of a doctor. Like many men, he was a good for nothing liar. Despite claiming to care about the Earth, he had done countless damage too it. He had torn down trees to plant his labs which poured harmful chemicals into the Earth. The man was a hypocrite.

   So Ivy was saving the Orchid in a way.

   Now the plan was simple. It was so easy a child could do it. Ivy and Harley would sneak into the convention by posing as doctors. They had been both been doctors in the past; it would be extremely easy. Once in the convention, Harley would provide some distraction. Ivy would corner Dr. Gavriila and use some of her special pollen to control his mind. Once he was under her power, she would steal the Ghost Orchid.

   It was the easiest plan on the face of the planet.

   And somehow, Harley fucked it.

   “HARLEY!”

   Harley was naked. No bra, no panties, completely and utterly naked. How she hadn’t gotten herself arrested was beyond Ivy.

   “Why are you NAKED?”    

   “What? You said we were going to a naturalist convention!”

“Naturalist is not the same as naturist!”

   Ivy massaged her temples. She loved Harley, she did, but sometimes, Harley worked her last nerve. Right now, Ivy wanted to strangle Harley. How could she be so stupid? This was going to ruin the whole plan! Everyone was staring at them, and she was pretty sure someone was calling security.

   “Red, you wear leaves and nothing else,” Harley clucked. “I don’t think you should judge me for walking around naked. But don’t worry your pretty little head! I have a plan! I’ll be your distraction! HEY NERDS!”

   Harley did a handstand before pushing off the ground and flipping through the air. All eyes were glued on her. Harley landed, winking at the doctors who were staring at her. Before Ivy could say anything, the doctors descended upon Harley. They started asking her all types of questions. Ivy was in a shock; Harley’s distraction was working! There had been a small bump, but Ivy could work with this.

   So Ivy went to search for Dr. Gavriila and the Ghost Orchid. It took a bit of doing, but she managed to find the room where the good doctor was holding his lecture. Unlike the other doctors who were trying to get a piece of Harley, Dr. Gavriila was checking on his orchid. With his back turned to her, Ivy had the perfect opportunity to strike. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small vial. Inside the vial was her famous mind controlling pheromones. Opening it up, she poured it into her hand.

   “Oh, Doctor!” She cooed. “I was hoping I could have a minute of your time!”

   “Hm?” He turned around. “I’m sorry but--”

   Before he could finish his sentence, Ivy blew the dust into his face. He coughed, but he breathed in the dust. Blinking, Ivy saw his eyes go blank as he started staring at her.

   “Who do you love?” Ivy asked.

   “You.”

   “Gross,” Ivy giggled. “Give the Ghost Orchid.”

   Dr. Gavriila obeyed. He reached into his bag and pulled out the Ghost Orchid.

   “Oh hello sweetie!” Ivy purred, taking the flower from him. “Aren’t you just beautiful!”

   “Not as beautiful as you my love.”

   “Shut up.”

   “Yes, my love.”

   Ivy rolled her eyes. Now, she would have to find Harley.

   Lucky for her, finding Harley was not that hard. The blonde had climbed onto a light fixture, hanging from it like a monkey. Giggling, she waved to Ivy. And yes, she was still very, very, very naked. The people belong here were yelling for her, asking her various questions and trying to get her attention.

   “Ma’am, why are you naked?”

   “How are you so agile?”

   “By any chance are you single?”

   “If you are not single, do you have a sister?”

   “I’m naked because I’d being naked,” Harley replied. “I’m agile because I just am. I’m not single, and I do have a sister but, she’s batting for the other team. Sorry fellas! Now if you’ll excuse me, it’s getting a wee bit chilly in here, so I am going to find myself some clothing! Buh bye!”

   Harley blew a kiss to Ivy before jumping off the light fixture and onto the second floor. The group followed after her but Harley had already vanished. Ivy headed outside. With the orchid in hand, she went to the car she shared with Harley. To her surprise, Harley was already in the car. She was still naked save for a hoodie.

   “All you brought was a hoodie?” Ivy asked.

   “Yeah. I thought I was supposed to be in the nude, remember?”

   Ivy just rolled her eyes. She opened up the back door and placed the iris in a car seat.

   “You got a car seat for a flower? Really?” Harley asked.

   “This flower is rare. It has to be protected.”

   “Whatever you say Red. Let’s head on home. I’m freezing.”

   “Gee, I wonder why.”

#Rootbeer Writes #Harley Quinn #Poison Ivy

[rootbeergoddess]

Harley and Ivy Go Shopping

Another commission for @thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee. Harley and Ivy go shopping and they’re adorable.

   Harley blew a huge bubblegum bubble as she removed her neon pink sunglasses. She smiled at the stuffed animals behind the glass case. Already, she had two large bags filled with various purchases, but she wasn’t slowing down. Not at all.  Today was a day she was being spoiled, so she was going to enjoy every single second of it. They had stopped by the candy store already and Harley’s favorite jewelry place. After that, they had checked out the novelty item store, and now, they were at Harley’s favorite toy store in the mall.    They were attracting some attention. Normally, Ivy would be worried. But they weren’t doing anything wrong today. They were on parole not breaking any laws. Batboy couldn’t touch them.    “Ivy, look!” Harley pointed at a large green, funny bunny. “Isn’t it cute?”    “It’s very fuzzy, I’ll give you that,” Ivy smiled. “Do you want it?”    “Yes! Can I have it?”    “Of course my flower.”    Harley squealed with delight and ran into the store. Ivy smiled, following at a leisurely pace.    Ivy didn’t like humans. In fact, she loathed them. Humans were the reason the world was dying. People trampled over the planet and never once thanked mother earth for all she did. If she wasn’t creating oxygen, the human race would be dead. She created plants, made food and even gave humans various ways to protect themselves from the elements. But greedy, idiotic people didn’t care at all. Ivy preferred the company of plants.    Harley was the only exception to this rule.    Ivy and Harley were complete opposites in every way possible. Harley was bubbly and friendly. She could charm a snake with just her words. Ivy was cold and calculating. If she was trying to attract you, it was because she wanted something. But for some reason, the two of them were a decent match.  Ivy didn’t understand it. Harley said that it was love and that you didn’t have to understand it. You just had to accept it. But Ivy was still confused.    Ivy used to be a scientist back in the day before she had taken the plunge and became a fully-fledged villainess.  Her reasoning had been to destroy men and protect the Earth. For Harley, she had initially been the Joker’s girl. Whatever the Joker did, she did. Now, she was out for herself. Their motivations were completely different. How the two of them managed to be such a good couple was baffling. Then again, love was confusing and strange. You didn’t have to understand it, just accept it.    “Red, look!”    Ivy smiled as Harley placed a pair of fuzzy bunny ears on her head.    “Me and the bunny will match now!”    “You want to buy that too?” Ivy asked.    “Yes! And I found a stuffed octopus! And it’s pink! I want that too!”    Harley was literally like a big kid. They were in a toy store, and they were gaining a few stares. But Ivy glared at those who gave Harley dirty looks. No one was going to judge Harley while Ivy was around. Not unless people wanted fast growing cactus seeds up their ass.      “Look at it, Ivy!” Harley picked up the stuffed octopus. “Isn’t it adorable?”    “Yeah, it’s cute.”    “I wish I were an octopus or a jellyfish,” Harley began. “They’re so squishy, and they get to swim around and be adorable.”    “You’re already adorable.”    “Yeah, but I can’t swim,” Harley leaned against Ivy. “But since I’m adorable, do I get a kiss?”    Ivy chuckled and gave the platinum blonde a kiss on the cheek. Harley smiled and happily squealed. That was another thing surprised Ivy: Harley was able to be so happy despite her lot in life. Like Ivy, Harley once had been an ordinary woman. She had a career, a future and she threw it all away. Their motives had been different, but both of them had suffered. But Harley? Harley had been abused both mentally and physically. The worst part it had been done by someone she had once loved.        Harley had thrown away her career as a doctor for a romance with the Joker. A love that almost killed her. It had taken her a while before finally waking up and realizing he was no good for her. The damage had been done, but Harley was happy and joyful. She could have been angry and bitter at the world, but instead, she was chipper. The Joker had taken so much from Harley; her love, years of her life and a few teeth. But Harley stood strong and happy.    “Ivyyyyyy! After this, let’s go eat.”    “Sure thing honey.”    “I want a burger.”    “Gross but okay. It’s your day,” Ivy caressed Harley’s face. “Let’s go get you some dead cow meat.”    “Ewwwww,” Harley made a face. “Don’t call it that!”    “But that is what it is.”    Harley just rolled her eyes, but she smiled her adorable, award-winning smile. Ivy paid for the two stuffed animals and bunny ears. Ivy glared at the man who rang them up as he gave Harley a weird look. But once he caught Ivy’s gaze, he managed a weak smile and said nothing. Then, the two ladies headed to the food court. Harley skipped ahead, her pigtails bobbing up and down. She would turn around and smile at Ivy, making sure the other woman was following her.  Ivy smiled as Harley headed over to Five Guys.    “Are you sure you don’t want anything Red?”    “No. Their fries are too greasy and you know I don’t like meat.”    “Your loss!”    Harley ordered herself a large burger and a double order of fries along with a large cherry soda. Ivy was content not to have anything and she glared at the young cashier whose eyes had gone to Harley’s chest. “Eyes to yourself buddy,” Ivy growled.    The young boy gulped and averted his eyes. Harley was too busy waiting for her food to notice the altercation but Ivy watched the boy until the food was ready.    Harley sat down with her food, happily munching some fries. Ivy sat down across from her, smiling.    “You’re in a smiley mood today!” Harley said suddenly.    “It’s because I’m spending time with you,” Ivy replied. “You always make my day brighter.”    “Awwww! You’re making me blush?”    Ivy chuckled as Harley hid her face, pretending to be embarrassed. The blonde moved her hands to uncover her face and smile at her girlfriend.    “It is true,” Ivy said. “You make me happy Harley.”    “I try,” Harley giggled. “But you know what makes me happy? Like really, really, really super happy? Like, win the lottery happy?”    “What is it?”    Harley motioned to Ivy to come closer. The redhead leaned forward and received a quick kiss on the lips. Then, Harley leaned over to whisper into Ivy’s ear.    “You!” Harley declared, tapping Ivy’s nose.    Ivy managed to laugh out loud at that.    “After this, can we go to the candy store?” Harley asked.    “We weren’t just there.”    “Pretty please?”    “You just bought some candy.”    “Yeah, but I need more! Please, Ivy? Pretty please with sugar, syrup, sprinkles and a cherry on top? Pretty, pretty, pretty please?”    Could anyone really say no to that?    “Well, only since you asked so nicely.”

#Rootbeer Writes #Harley Quinn #Poison Ivy

[rootbeergoddess]

Let’s Rescue Stitch!

Writing commission for @thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee . Stitch gets lost in the world of monsters and college roommates Boo and Lilo get ready to save him. Liked this fic? Leave me a ko-fi!

“What a cute goldfish.”

   Boo looked up from the box she was unpacking. Her new roommate smiled at Mike as he swam around in the bowl. Boo stood up and walked over to the girl who would be living with her for the next four years. It was scary to think about. Boo didn’t know anything about this girl. Today was their first meeting. Thinking, Boo decided it to at least try and start a conversation. After all, they would see each other a lot why not try to be nice?

   “His name is Mike Wazowski,” Boo said.

   There was a slight pause.

   “What a cute name.”

   That had been a bit of a surprise.

   “Wait, really?”

   “Yeah,” The girl looked at Boo. “You named him so why do you sound surprised?”

   “Well, a lot of people think it’s weird that I named my fish Mike Wazowski.”

   “I named my dog Stitch.”

   Oh right. Boo had almost forgotten about the ‘dog’ her roommate had brought. It didn’t really look like a normal dog. For starters, it was blue. The dog’s nails were extremely long, it had large rounded eyes and smelled awful. But despite all of this, Boo thought it was cute. Stitch let Boo pet her and he seemed to enjoy the attention.

   “I like it,” Boo shrugged. “I’m Mary by the way but everyone calls me Boo.”

   “I’m Lilo.”

It was weird how the two of them got along instantly. They were both odd girls with similar interests. While Lilo had a strange obsession with Elvis, she also shared Boo’s fascination with monsters. All her life, Boo had loved monsters. She wasn’t sure why. She just found them extremely interesting. When other girls were playing with Barbie dolls, she was begging her parents to let her buy a Frankenstein action figure. They would spend hours watching really bad B-movie films, laughing at the effects and pointing out the flaws of the film.  Stitch was usually present too, lying next to them.  Sometimes, Boo swore the dog was talking to Lilo.  Lilo talked to her dog like a lot of other people but there were times Boo swore she thought Stitch would talk back.  Boo didn’t say anything about it.

Boo found it nice to have a friend like Lilo. All her life, Boo had felt a bit odd. She wasn’t sure why. It had been hard for her to make friends but with Lilo it was different. They two of them clicked instantly. Boo didn’t have to be scared of being judged. No matter what she said, Lilo would listen and never did she laugh at Boo. For a while, things were going smoothly.

   Until one night.

   The two girls were in their dorm room. Lilo was working on a paper for her biology class and Boo was studying for her Latin final. The room was quiet until they heard a very loud thump come from their closet.

   Sitting up, Boo looked at the closet door. Another loud thump was heard. Lilo glanced over at Boo but said nothing. Before either one of them could get up to move towards the door, it began to creak open. Slowly and carefully, Boo got up from her bed. Glancing around the room, she looked for some type of weapon.  But before she could do anything, Stitch leaped towards the door. It opened but whatever was in the closet didn’t get out because Stitch tackled it.

   “Stitch!” Lilo jumped up.

   The two bodies fell back into the door. For a brief second, the two women heard scuffling behind the door but then it went silent. Lilo threw opened the door.

   There was nothing there.

   “Stitch!” Lilo cried as she looked into the closet. “Where is he? He was just here!”

   Boo didn’t say anything for a second. What could she say?  Instead, she just stared at the empty closet. This seemed familiar. Silently, she thought about back to when she younger. When she was little. A toddler.

   “Lilo,” Boo said. “I might know where he has gone.”

   Boo told Lilo the whole story. It was the first time someone had actually listened to the story and not thought she was crazy. When she had been little, she remembered entering her closet and ending up in another world full of monsters. Some were colorful, somewhere funny and some were downright terrifying. All her life, Boo had tried to convince other people that the world of monsters was real. But people laughed at her, telling her she was being silly or that she had lost her mind. Boo had stopped telling the story but that didn’t stop her from thinking it had been a real experience. She remembered everything so vividly.

   And now, Stitch had vanished trying to protect Lilo and Boo from whatever was in the closet.

   “I think that whatever was trying to come out of the closet is coming from that monster land I visited as a child,” Boo sounded resolute. “It sounds crazy, I know but I think that we have to go in and save Stitch. No one else will believe us if we try to tell them.”

   Lilo agreed. The idea was completely insane but they had no other options. Lilo wouldn’t leave Stitch to die and Boo wasn’t going to let Lilo go alone. It took them at least three days to properly plan. First, they gathered weapons. Neither of them wanted to use guns. Boo had never used one and guns made Lilo nervous. So they decided the best route was to go with bats, brass knuckles, and tasers. Boo didn’t want to hurt anyone but Lilo explained that they needed to be prepared just in case.

   After the had decided which weapons they needed, they had to think of a decent excuse so people didn’t ask about their absence. They pondered about it until Lilo came up with the perfect idea. They would tell their teachers and friends that they were going out of town for a movie monsters convention. It was plausible and no one would question it. All they had to do was now figure a plan for when they entered the closet.

   If Boo was correct, the closet led to a strange world filled with monsters. They had no idea what type of monsters they would run into. Would they be friendly or would they want to eat the two humans? They honestly didn’t have a clue but they wanted to be prepared. Lilo was ready to go in fighting but Boo brought up an important point.

   “If we run into monsters that are innocent, we don’t want to hurt them,” Boo said. “I mean it would be unfair wouldn’t it?”

   “True,” Lilo mused. “I didn’t think of that.”

   “We do still have to be careful but I think we shouldn’t just attack willy nilly.”

   The day finally came.

The two of them were nervous but Boo thought Lilo was a wreck compared to her.

   Lilo had explained to Boo that when she was little, she was a weird kid. Granted, she was still weird but when she was a girl, people didn’t understand her. She didn’t have many friends and even people who she considered friends treated her like an oddball. Then Stitch came.  Lilo revealed the truth about Stitch; he was an alien. He had landed on the island of Kauai while trying to escape from jail.  Someone mistook him for a dog and sent him to the local shelter.

   That was where Lilo had found him.

   Lilo had adopted Stitch. It had been a rocky start but before long, the two oddities had become best friends. No, not friends.

   They were family.

   “I can’t lose him,” Lilo said she adjusted the straps on her backpack. “Stitch isn’t just a pet. He’s my family.”

   “I understand Lilo,” Boo slipped a pair of brass knuckles into her pocket. “We’re going to get him back, I promise.”

   The day finally arrived and two girls were ready as they would ever be. They had locked the door to their dorm room just so no one would follow them into the closet.  Standing in front the closet, they were silent.

   “I’m scared,” Boo admitted.

   “Wow really? I’m scared too.” Lilo chuckled.

   “Hold hands?”

   Boo offered up her hands. Smiling, Lilo took hers.

   “We can do this,” Boo said.

   Lilo nodded. She kicked opened the door. Instantly, they saw a world filled with monsters. All different colors, shapes, and sizes. Inhaling deeply, the two of them entered this random world.  They would find Stitch. Even if they had to tear down the whole place, they were going to find where Stitch was.

   “You ready?” Boo asked.

   “Hell yeah.”

   And with that, the two girls entered the strange land of monsters to find Lilo’s dog.

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When Lilo Met Boo

A commission for @thewitchxthemercxthequeenbee. Lilo met Boo (Mary) at college and they fell in love

   “Is that you mommy?”

   Lilo smiled at the picture Esme was pointing at in the photo album. Yes, it was an old picture of Lilo. It was from her college days. There had been a pride event at the school. That was how she met wife, Mary. The picture of was both of them. Lilo had rainbow face paint on her cheeks and some colorful ribbons in her hair. Mary was standing next to them, holding up two fingers like a peace sign and wearing a shirt that read ‘Pansexual Pirate Loves all Kind of Booty.’

   “Yes, that’s me,” Lilo said, kissing Esme’s head. “That is when I met your mother.”

   “Really? How did you meet?” Esme asked.

   Lilo’s smile grew as she began to think back to when she had met Mary.

   “I love your shirt!”

   That was the first thing Lilo had said to Mary. Mary had smiled, and they two had started talking. Right away, Lilo knew they would get along. Mary considered herself to be a bit weird. Her obsession was cryptids and monsters. She wasn’t sure why but she had always been fascinated by these things. Like Lilo, Mary was drawn to the supernatural and the freaky. During the pride event, they had talked for hours about their theories. Once the event was over, Lilo had asked for Mary’s number.

   The next day, Lilo called Mary and was shocked when Mary had answered. Lilo then asked if Mary was interested going for coffee. Once more, she was shocked when Mary had said yes.  Dating was a foreign concept to Lilo. During middle school, she had found boys stupid and weird. In high school, nothing had changed except Lilo started realizing how beautiful girls were. When college rolled around, she had realized she hadn’t dated anyone. She was fine with that. But with Mary, it had been different.

   Lilo was grateful that their coffee date had gone so well. They had talked mostly about weird monsters and their majors. Mary was majoring in literature with a focused on horror, and it’s importance. Lilo was an astrology major with a minor in biology. For hours, they talked about monsters, weird stuff and Lilo was even allowed to talk about her obsession with Elvis. The two of them had left the coffee shop, talking even more. They had decided to continue their date, and Mary suggested they head back to her place to watch old movies.

   Movie night led to an actual movie date, and that first date led to a second date.

   “You were nervous when you were dating her?” Esme asked.

   “A little bit,” Lilo sighed. “I didn’t date anyone in middle school or high school, so your mother was my very, very, very first girlfriend.”

   “Really?” Esme looked at the picture again.

   “Really really,” Lilo smiled fondly at the picture. “I was honestly so surprised that she had said yes.”

   “Who said yes?”

   Mary entered the room, holding their toddler, Asher. The baby gurgled and wiggled in his mother’s arms.

   “Esme found some of our old pictures,” Lilo looked back at the book. “And she found the picture from when we met.”

   Mary walked over to look at the picture, and she smiled.

   “That brings back memories,” Mary sat down. “It feels like only yesterday doesn’t it?”

   “Yeah, it does,” Lilo wrapped an arm around her wife. “I still can’t believe you agreed to marry me.”

   “Why not?” Mary smiled at Lilo.

   After going through college, Lilo realized that she loved Mary.  Mary was perfect in every way. She was weird like Lilo and embraced the craziness of life. During all four years of college, Mary had never left Lilo. Lilo knew she had found a keeper. So on their fourth anniversary, Lilo had gotten her sister and Stitch to help her ask for Mary’s hand. Lilo had planned their date perfectly. They woke up early and went to Mary’s favorite cafe for breakfast. Then, the two of them headed to their favorite movie theater. It was an old one that had been refurbished and it specialized in showing old films. Lilo had asked the projectionist to show Mary’s favorite horror film: the 1950’s classic Creature from the Black Lagoon.

   At the very end of the film, a small message popped up that read ‘Mary, will you marry me?’ Mary then turned to Lilo who was on her knees with a ring.

   “That is so romantic mommy!” Esme said once Mary had finished the story.

   “Really? I thought it was kinda cheesy. I was surprised she went for it,” Lilo leaned against Mary. “But here we are. She’s stuck with me.”

   “Yeah but I love you, so that is a plus,” Mary said, kissing Lilo’s cheek again. “And I’m pretty happy.”

   “I’m happy too!” Esme said with a grin.

   “Good, because I am also happy,” Lilo responded.

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