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5. favorite words? 9. dream house? 10. what is your astrological sign? 11. do you think you will ever get married? 15. last song that you listened to? 18. if you could trade lives with anybody, who would it be? 20. do you think you will ever have kids? - to whoever seems fit

Jaren raises a brow. “Words? .. I love you, I guess?” ~~~ Sanctum gums and taps his finger against his bicep. “A castle. With tall guard towers and places to look above from. Mine got destroyed, and I still miss it even though it’s been such a long time.” ~~~ Mayhem glances up, eyes brightening a bit. “Cancer! I love astrology!” ~~~ Mayhem sighs. “Not soon for sure. Me and Ren have been getting closer, it’s really hard cracking her shell, but she’s been getting nicer, and I appreciate the work she’s putting into being better. But, I think one day I might, I love the thought of being in a dress and marrying the person I love.” ~~~ Real life music, would be Jaren listening to Mr. Loverman - Ricky Montgomery ~~~ Jaren hums a bitch sadly. “Emil. Even though he’s the mentally ill one, he still makes better choices than me ha..” He sighs. ~~~ Emil blows a raspberry. “Definitely. I’ve been wanting kids since I was a teenager- I mean, like, planning to have kids. They’re so cute and I wanna spoil them! My parents kinda neglected me when my little sister was born, so I kind of want to give my kids a better life. What I had was pretty great, but I want them to grow up and be able to have a relationship with their parents. And I know Nara and Ryder would never neglect or hurt them.”

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Wait, wait I’m bored and I have a terrible but amazing idea.

Send me a name from my OCs and I’ll give you the pros and cons of dating them! (Or of being their best friend, if they don’t date.)

#merry sanctum mayhem and crackshot available

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AU where Emil gets rifted to the save the World.. world and meets the alternate version of himself: Crackshot.

Emil holds Crackshot’s face in his hands, letting the tears slip down his fingers. He’s crying too, of course. He knows these feelings and thoughts all too well.

“How do I stop this? How do I stop thinking like this? Acting like this?” Emil sees the same broken fire he felt years ago. The flame has gone extinguished. But he’s not alone this time. Finally, someone was here, helping him step by step. Crackshot has someone Emil didn’t. When he thought his world would end.

Emil chokes up a bit, bringing himself back to reality. He sighs a bit, watching Crackshot lose every bit of hope he had as Emil’s answer took long.

“I got better. I changed, I had people who cared for me. But to have those people, you need to let them care. You need to be open to getting better. No one owns your life other than you. Do you want to get better?”

The question weighed heavily on Crackshot’s shoulders. More tears slipped and then he hiccuped, trying not to break out into sobs again. He glances at the floor they sat on, eyes catching Emil’s gaze again. And then his vision blurs. He sniffles and cries again.

“Yes, please, please, I want to be better-” Emil leaned forward and wraps his arms around Crackshot. Emil’s counterpart grips onto his shirt so tight, Emil can feel the pain. Maybe it was the force of the gripping or because they’re connected.

He pets Crackshot’s hair, crisp and rough from the apocalypse he lived in. Completely with each other, embracing and.. caring. It hurts Emil to see Crackshot hurt. And he’s here to change that, to help him. Just like Jaren was there for him.

For how ever long Emil will be here, he will do all he can to push on the knowledge he has to Crackshot.

“You already took off the mask, you know what’s next?” They hesitantly pulled away from each other.

“What?” Emil smiles just a bit and wipes the tears from Crackshot’s cheeks.

“A name.”

#lets not talk about the fact i ship them- #my writing #crackshot

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🌹 💌 🌈 questions! 🌈 💌 🌹

1. dream job? 2. have you always lived where you do now? 3. favorite city? 4. do you enjoy museums? 5. favorite words? 6. who would you see in concert if you could? 7. favorite subjects to learn about? 8. do you have a favorite designer? 9. dream house? 10. what is your astrological sign? 11. do you think you will ever get married? 12. what are your favorite names? 13. do you know how to read tarot cards? 14. do you have a fashion icon?  15. last song that you listened to? 16. are your nails painted right now? if so, what color? 17. favorite song of all time? 18. if you could trade lives with anybody, who would it be? 19. what songs make you cry? 20. do you think you will ever have kids? 21. celebrity crushes? 22. do you ever send letters? 23. favorite skincare product? 24. do you like to wear jewelry? 25. favorite flower? 26. do you like glitter? 27. top 5 albums of the year so far? 28. do you believe in magic? 29. favorite book? 30. what color describes your personality?

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Jaren praises his dogs, playing tug of war with Jade on the floor. He lets her take the rope and glances at Octavia, napping on Sanctums lap.

“I forgot how much she loves you,” he comments, the same heartache haunting him. Sanctums bums and pets the dog, gently scratching behind the ears. Suddenly, Scales was here now too, looking at the two that used to care him. “Okay, Buddy, come here.”

Scales makes a trill noise and makes him self cozy in Jaren’s arms. Jaren gives him scratches, smiling when Scales sits himself like a chicken. Jade plays with herself, tossing the rope and going to catch it.

“Are you okay?” Sanctum looks up and raises a brow. “I know it hard for you too, I just want to check in on you.” Sanctum doesn’t tear his gaze away from Jaren.

“I guess I’m okay. I have my family and friends at least.” Jaren looks at Sanctums bright ruby-red eyes, how they shine so bright. How much he loves them. Jaren leans in a bit, not even noticing what he was doing. Only when Sanctum sighs and looks down at the dog, Jaren realizes and pulls back.

He sighs as well. “We can’t,” Sanctum says, solemnly petting the dog. Jaren rests his head against the wall, watching Jade get tired and lay down with the toy in her mouth still.

“I know..” Jaren just whispers. He continued to pet the dragon on his lap and watches his two dogs. They’re so the person can have a plate date and see the parent they don’t live with anymore. Though it’s tempting, they must have control.

Or they may just fall into a loop, loving and then hurting again and again.

#theyre divorced #so uhm #yeah #my writing #bloody merry

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Ya you gotta squint for this one

Hush is the employee who doesn’t care anymore

#my memes

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this – optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song – and only one song – to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

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Skye grinds her palms into her temples, growling out in frustration. “Why don’t you give him a chance? He’s alone, sad and wants his family back! We were supposed to be his family! After all he’s done for us, how can you shut him out like that!" 

 Tina sighs and pinches the bridge of her nose. "He’s fine alone, Skye." 

"No, he isn’t!” But Skye was just ignored. Not anymore. He stomps her foot and watches as Tina leaves the room. She growls again, making up her mind in a split second. Skye rushes and grabs a bag out of her closet. It has essentials; she’s been planning this for a while now. 

She takes a breath before rushing out of her room, leaving through the glass door that led to the balcony. She hops off, ignoring Tina’s confused sputtering. Skye ignores the sting in her ankles and goes to run before Tina can jump down to grab her.

Skye runs across the lawns, making her way to the small lake. There was a boat. The keys were left in, she can make a quick getaway. Skye doesn’t look back, she just rushes forward, in a few seconds she’ll be gone. There’s no other boat to take. 

“Skye, stop it!” Skye only hurries more when she hears Tina. Pushing the boat into the water as she’s trying to turn the key. It’s a good thing she caught Tina off guard. There wasn’t much ground to cover Tina would’ve caught her.

The boat turns on and Skye jumps into the seat, pressing on the gas. She speeds out of there, ignoring Tina’s yelling. She was free from here. It wouldn’t be a quick drive, but she could make it there before the sun comes up. 

She speeds past the Authority, the guards won’t mess with her as long as she just drives by. The water had lowered, so she needs to squeeze in through more places. That’s fine, she’s gotten plenty of practice.

It’s a bit of a bumpy drive, but she makes it to her destination in good time. Letting the boat wash up on shore, she hops out. “Midas!” She yells his name, running up to the white house with shaky legs. 

Inside the house, Midas quirks an eyebrow up. “Skye?” He yells, sure he’s heard her. Putting his book down on the dusty couch, the girl bursts through the door. Her worried face turns to a wide smile, running to him and crashing into his chest for a hug. He stumbles back, still a bit disoriented. He blinks a couple times before laughing. 

“What are you doing here? It’s late!” They share a tight hug, so happy to see in each other in person for the first time in weeks; phone calls just don’t do it. She pulls away enough to see his face. 

“I got into an argument with Tina over you. It’s been too long, she doesn’t know what to do and what to trust, and I cannot stand seeing you live.. here!” She giggles a bit. He offers a soft smile. 

“Well, the neighbors aren’t too bad.” She shakes her head, giggling, and hugs him again. It’s comforting for the both of them. Finding relief in each other was always easy. He sighs, eyes closing before remembering what she said. “So, you got into an argument?” Skye sighs, annoyed compared to Midas’ previous content one.

“Yeah.. I’ve been ignored so often since you left, my temper has grown a bit.” They pull away. “I hope it’s okay for me to stay here for a night or two?” He scoffs. 

“That shouldn’t even be a question.”

The two talked, mostly about what to do in the future. About shadow, ghost, the agency. Tina taking over The Agency since Midas has been gone. So much has happened so fast, it’s hard to comprehend.

Skye looks up at the roof, snug in her sleeping bag. Ollie was at the foot of the bed, fluffed up and ready to sleep. “I know Tina wants you back. She’s just scared of being wrong, of thinking about the bad things. But we’re gonna be fine.” She sits up and looks at Midas. He’s on his side, facing her. She smiles. “We’ve got more friends on our side than before. We’re going to be alright." 

It was so sincere and sweet, Midas could only smile. She knows he needed to hear that. "Thanks, Skye. Now let’s get some sleep.” Skye agrees and lays down.

“Goodnight!” She hugs her plushie and closes her eyes. 

“Goodnight, Skye..” He finally relaxes and falls asleep

#my blogs have been dry as fuck recently so here #My writing

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🌹 💌 🌈 questions! 🌈 💌 🌹

1. dream job? 2. have you always lived where you do now? 3. favorite city? 4. do you enjoy museums? 5. favorite words? 6. who would you see in concert if you could? 7. favorite subjects to learn about? 8. do you have a favorite designer? 9. dream house? 10. what is your astrological sign? 11. do you think you will ever get married? 12. what are your favorite names? 13. do you know how to read tarot cards? 14. do you have a fashion icon?  15. last song that you listened to? 16. are your nails painted right now? if so, what color? 17. favorite song of all time? 18. if you could trade lives with anybody, who would it be? 19. what songs make you cry? 20. do you think you will ever have kids? 21. celebrity crushes? 22. do you ever send letters? 23. favorite skincare product? 24. do you like to wear jewelry? 25. favorite flower? 26. do you like glitter? 27. top 5 albums of the year so far? 28. do you believe in magic? 29. favorite book? 30. what color describes your personality?

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question

#anyone know of any fortnite discords? #i'm craving interaction #i don't garuntee that i will interact #i may just lurk around but #idk #just wanna talk maybe

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02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 58: Favourite weather? 60: Do you wanna get married? 62: What makes you happy? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? - To whoever seems fit

02 - "My husband!" Jaren states. He smiles but it's not wide or all that happy. More content as he rubs the ring on his finger.

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22 - Emil smiles wide, hyped from the question. "God! Definitely! I want two or three. I've always wanted kids. I want to be a good dad, better than what I had."

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25 - Emil freezes for a few seconds. He swallows dryly. "Um.. Yeah, I do." He doesn't say anything else, he picks at the sides of his fingers and stares at the floor

29 - Jaren and Sanctum share guilty glances at each other before looking away to the side. Emil pipes up, "Yeah, but like,, only from cute animal videos. Ryder is very emotional when it comes to that stuff."

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35 - Emil taps his foot. "I haven't cried lately.. I usually like to cry by myself, but sometimes I can't control it, so probably my girlfriend or boyfriend." He shrugs.

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51 - Mayhem shrugs and finally speaks up, "Twinkies. I normally don't like sweet stuff, but twinkies are just.. really good. I like the breading."

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52 - Jaren rubs his shoulder, a look of discomfort on his face. "I would like to think so. I like to believe there is a higher being that helps us along our way so that everything goes right. Bad things happen because they're busy making things right somewhere else :)"

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58 - "Rain" Sanctum says.

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60 - "Yes! Absolutely!" Emil practically yells. Mayhem shrugs. "I'm not dating anyone right now and marriage really isn't a dig deal to me. It's really on what my future partner would have to say."

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62 - "Cute animal videos. I really like kittens, they look very dumb and curious about the world." Mayhem says. She's smiling a bit, but still shrugs and looks to the side.

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68 - Jaren taps his chin. "Nog ops. Stuff about family and future plans. I don't really like thinking about the future, but sometimes you have to plan." 

Mayhem hums. "Rusty. He's usually an idiot, but he can get really deep quickly in a conversation. Stuff about death. He definitely went through something traumatic, I just don't know what exactly. I don't think he wants me to know either."

#thank you for the asks uvu

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Empathy

People say my empathy is a gift

I can listen for hours, put myself in another’s shoes, understand them in a way plenty of people can’t. 

But I can’t give myself up anymore. 

I’ve done this my whole life and I am sick of it.

My relationships are built on me helping people.

I only have two normal friendships built upon common interests and alike personalities. 

I feel so tired and empty sometimes.

I can’t ever just talk about myself for once.

Never get myself the help I need, because there is always someone who has it worse. Someone who is in need of help. Someone who catches my attention and distracts myself from my own issues.

Everyday I bleed a little bit more.

I fear one day my body will give up.

Just a shell of who I once was.

Apathetic, uncaring.

Dead

#'Gingerbread' #Merry writing time!! #haven't written for Jaren in.. #ever #my writing #poetry #? #he takes care of others and never himself

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70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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Might move to instagram

Like. My tumblr will still be up and active cause i love tumblr but like,, nothing is happening here

On instagram, I’ll draw more and hopefully get a bigger following. Maybe start on comics for lore, just with a cartoonish bad style cause i’m terrible at anatomy

But just for big lore points, still post writing it’ll just be in pictures and yeah,,

I just want something different maybe idk

#not feeling well :) #i feel like shit #also season 3 huh? #yea

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M E M E S

#midas is just a *little* nasty #my memes

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Pan Ask Game! 💗💛💙

1) Are you pansexual, panromantic, or both?

2) When did you realize you’re pan?

3) Are you out? If so, when and how did you come out?

4) What’s your favorite thing about being pan?

5) Do you have any gender preferences?

6) What qualities do you look for in a partner?

7) What’s your favorite part of pan culture?

8) Do you have any stories from Pride?

9) Who’s a pan character or celebrity you like?

10) Do you have any pan headcanons?

11) What’s your favorite thing about the pan community?

12) What’s a myth about pan people that bothers you?

13) What labels did you use before settling on pan?

14) Do you have any pan friends?

15) Is there anything you’d tell your younger self?

16) Do you use any labels besides pan?

17) Do you have any pan pride merch? If so, what?

18) What are some of your favorite pan blogs?

19) What are your pronouns and gender?

20) Write out a message for panphobes.

21) What’s some advice you have for younger pan people?

#everyone here is available to be asked

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The hours tick by.. No. The seconds tick by. But the hours do too. Each classification of time just ticks by. Each day feels like a video game without any excitement. 

Sometimes my body doesn’t feel like mine and I started to panic. Only then adrenaline kicks in and it’s like i can feel each individual cell working in my body. Everything is nothing and then it becomes everything. I’ve pushed away from my loved ones and I barely eat. Do I even have to? I don’t understand my body and I feel dread each time I begin to wonder about it. 

I’m so tired of this. I have nothing to work on, yet there’s so many things I feel overwhelmed and pressed to learn. I just want to sleep for a couple of months.Every night I toss and turn and I don’t get sleep until four in the morning. A couple of times I’ve watched the sun rise.

I just want to sleep. And eat when I want to and live with my cat peacefully with no problems. I just want peace.

-Crackshot

#uhhhhhhhh #vent #i guess #this quarantine is killing me #i want to talk to my teachers so bad #and make jokes #and sit at one's desk for three hours #and talk #i miss them so bad #i don't have friends- just friendly teachers #who feel like;; #parents honestly.. #and being trapped with my real ones sucks.. #i'm tired of this #my writing #crackshot