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Giving Thanks 🙏

@diabolik-boys Az, you are an amazing person and I love being your friend! Thanks for all that you do to help inspire me, and of course I’ll always be here to listen! That’s what friends are for, and I hope that you will have an awesome thanksgiving with all of those that are close to you ❤️

@dialovers-lover-xoxo Sara, you are an incredibly kind person and I love that you always have something kind to say about everyone, thanks for being my friend, and make sure to tell your family and friends how thankful you are to have them.💕

@drtesla2426 My love, I’m so thankful to have you in my life, we’ve been close ever since we were little and I can’t imagine anyone else I’d rather spend the holidays with. Love you so much💕

Chapter 1

An unusual friend

Briar Sanders was in the lunch room, waiting on her best friend John to sneak past the grumpy old lunch lady, find the mini fridge, and get back with the chocolate pudding he keeps claiming the lunch lady hoards.

“Dude, really?” She said, in a “you must be joking” tone.

“I’m telling you Bri; she keeps a whole stash of it instead of giving it out to students,” John said.

“You know if you get caught, she’s going to kill you right?”

“If she does, please surround my grave with the very pudding, I tried so hard to get.”

“Okay, would you like for me to play despacito at your funeral?”

“Please.”

Bri giggled. John was always overdramatic. But if he did get caught the lunch lady would kill him. Maybe then he’ll stop leaning on me for help. He needs to learn to clean up his own mess, Bri thought. “Psst! Bri!” Bri turned around and saw John with an armful of chocolate pudding. Bri’s eyes widened. Holy Peck! He was RIGHT?! “I know what you’re thinking; the noble hero has slain the beast and brought back the monster’s treasure,” John said, using a silly deep voice.

“Not even close,” Bri said smiling, “but I hope you plan on sharing the beast’s treasure with a fellow citizen, brave adventurer,” Bri used the silly deep voice as well. John laughed, “be my guest.”

As Bri picked up a cup of chocolate pudding, she turned to John. “I hope you’ve been working on your parkour,” she said smiling, knowing what John would say, “I’ll be testing you after school today.”

John stopped and froze as his eyes widened with a spoonful of chocolate pudding hovering just outside of his mouth. He forgot… again. What else isn’t new? Here comes his ‘see what happened was…’ Bri predicted. “Well… see what happened was…” John set his spoon down.

“Called it! You forgot!” Bri said smiling smugly.

“No! I didn’t! I just… forgot…”

“You’re the one who asked me to teach you parkour, so why?”

“I just did okay? You can teach me after me and my family get back from spring break.”

“Fine!” Bri said, rolling her eyes. She didn’t know how anyone could NOT be so excited by parkour. Bri’s father, the chief of the town’s police, was someone who she looked up to, someone who she wanted to be when she grew up. So, she tried to learn all there was to learn when it came to police work, including tracking, laws, street smarts, she wanted to learn parkour to use when it came to catching crooks, and many more things that she needed to learn in hopes to fill in her dad’s shoes one day. Her dad and his partner, her godfather, Deputy David, taught her almost everything they knew at the age of at least six. John thought it was awesome and begged Bri for two whole months to teach him how to parkour like her.

Bri brushed off her thoughts and picked up her can of Grape Soda. What could go wrong with some fizzy grape juice and some chocolate pudding? “Ew,” John said.

“Oh hush. Or should I remind you of the time you ate ketchup with salad?” Bri said this, knowing he would be quiet.

“Never mind it’s cool,” John’s smile all of the sudden faded when he saw what was on the can. “Look, another one,” he said sadly. Bri turned her can to the side. On the side was a little girl, who looked about nine, with strawberry blonde curls in pigtails, she had an orange top with a red skirt. She was hugging a fully grown man who had a strawberry blonde beard and work duds. On the photo said:

MISSING CHILD! Elaina Everheart. Call Police if you have any information.

“Yeah… Another one,” Bri said with a sigh, as she set her can down, “I’m getting a little scared John. Kids under fifteen are disappearing left and right, and this is one of those towns where nothing happens!” John looked at his friend. He was hardly ever serious, but even he could not deny that this was terrifying, that and he hated seeing his friends scared or sad. Then an idea popped into his head, remembering his best friend’s favorite candy.

“Hey you like taffy, right?” He said. Taking out some taffy that was purple and pink out of his pocket. “Um hello? I don’t like taffy, I LOVE it!” Bri took a piece out of his hands and took a bite. “Mmmmm! This is so good! Where did you get this?” Bri asked. It tasted more like bubble gum than taffy. I don’t see a wrapper, or what company it’s from. Wait… now it’s starting to taste a little weird. Which it was, it was now tasting like the after taste of cheesecake. Bri looked over to John, he was chewing some of the taffy too, and he had the, “this tastes super weird” look on his face. “I found it in the mini fridge along with the rest of the chocolate pudding,” he answered. “Is it tasting weird to you as well?” Bri asked. John nodded as he put the rest of the taffy down. Yeah, good idea. I can’t eat this either.

Bri heard giggling and looked up, no one was there. She looked at John, he heard it too. They were both expecting the popular girls to come over and make fun of them again but, there was no one. Guess we just imagen- Wait! What’s that?! There was a black figure that went past the janitor and into the hallway. “Did you see that too?” John asked. Bri nodded. It could just be another student. But it was way too short. “You think we should check it out? It’s too short to be student,” she asked. John looked happy. “Something exciting in child prison? Let’s go!” He said. They got their stuff and walked towards the exit.

“Hey! You punks better get your butts back into those chairs!” The janitor said.

“But we need to go to the bathroom,” Bri lied.

“Then why do you have your stuff, hmm?” He asked.

“Because we only have four minutes left in here?” John said.

“… fine,” the janitor gave in.

Bri thanked him and the duo hurried down the hallway. After three lefts and a right or two, Bri held out her arm to stop John. There was a little girl with black braided pigtails, a very old black dress, and pale skin. She was turned away from Bri and John and was walking off. She looked too young to be in junior high, she looked about eight. “Excuse me, little girl?” Bri said, grabbing her attention. She jumped and turned around. Her eyes were really blue, most blue eyed people Bri has meet or seen were usually like a grey-blue color. But this little girl’s eyes were as blue as pool water. She had a necklace that was as deep blue as her eyes, and a soft, sweet, and gentle voice. She looked at them for a moment and then she shook her head, muttering the words, “nah, no way.”

“No way what?” John asked. The little girl looked shocked. “Are you lost? Where are your parents?” He asked.

Bri kept looking at the dress, she’s seen a little girl in a dress like that in a history book somewhere before. “We can help you,” Bri said bending down to meet her level. She’s quiet, I hope we don’t scare her. “Nice dress, are you part of a school play or something?” She asked conversationally.

The little girl leaned to the left, they still stared at her. Then she leaned to the right, they still stared. Finally, she screamed, “AAAAAAHHH!” John and Bri jumped back. “NO WAY! CAN YOU GUYS REALLY SEE ME?!?!?!?!” She yelled.

“Uh, yes of course we can?” Bri answered. What kind of question is that?

“AAAH! How is this possible?!” She asked. Bri and John looked at each other with confusion.

“Eyesight?” John guessed.

“No! Humans can’t see ghosts! Not unless- unless- how- wha- did you-“ the little girl stuttered.

Bri and John looked at each other again, confused and shocked. “Did you just say ghost?” Bri asked. Is she trying to pull a prank on us or something? The little girl started to say crazier things and she didn’t know what was going on. Neither did Bri or John. Ok! This is getting us nowhere. “Alright well, little… girl, child-“

“Agatha, or Aggie,” she said.

“Aggie, we’ll help you but you don’t need to make up things like you being a ghost. Come on, we’ll take you to the front office, we can call your parents there, and-“ Bri reached for Agatha’s hand but it went right through. Bri jerked her hand back, she looked at John, who was just as stunned and shocked as she was. Bri reached out again, trying to touch the girl’s face, her hand just passed through just like it did before. “I’m not making this up!” Aggie said. Clearly! “I’m dead! I’ve been dead for- what year is it?” She asked. “2017,” John answered. “Right so that’s-…Wait WHAT?!?! That’s, that’s………… that’s three hundred years,” she said in disbelief. “You’ve been dead for that long?” Bri asked.

The bell rang. Time to go to class. “Hey we’re off to class, do you want to come with us?” Bri offered. Aggie started to float, “Yes please! I love learning!” She said excitedly. Huh, I guess that makes sense, since only boys could go to school to learn things in her time. But still, this is the first time I’ve ever met a kid her age that wants to learn.

“Hey Briar,” said a soft but evil voice. Bri knew that voice, Addison. Her backpack was ripped off her arms and Bri turned around. It was Addison alright, and her “friends”. One of the most popular girls in Bri and in John’s grade. “What are you guys doing? Making out?” Addison asked in an obnoxious tone. EW! John and Briar were always assumed a couple, Bri never knew that being best friends with a guy would be such a big deal. “Ew!” Bri and John said in unison. They looked at each other, it wasn’t often that they said things together, but then they turned back to Addison. “We’re just friends! For the bazillionth time!” Addison laughed, “well I’m sure you won’t be needing this Bri.”

Bri got annoyed and felt her temper rising, “I said my FRIENDS call me Bri, those who aren’t my friends just call me Briar.”

“Sheesh, so formal,” Addison said, “oh, wait.” Addison reach into Bri’s backpack and pulls out Bri’s phone. “I need another of these,” she said.

Bri got really mad, her whole life was in that phone. Texts from her dad, photos of family, and what happened to her mom. “Why do you need another one?! Your Dad has already bought you several other phones!” Bri exclaimed.

“And I need some gossip, your phone has some right?” Addison said. She tried to get the face ID for the phone by holding it in front of Bri, but as soon as she held it out, Bri tried to snatch it away. Addison held the phone up. “Don’t make me drop it!” She teased.

“Give it back PECK NECK!!!” Bri swore. Now it was Addison who got mad this time. Addison pushed Bri on the ground and kicked her in the stomach. Even for a spoiled barbie doll, Addison’s dad made her take self-defense classes in his paranoia that she would get taken one day for being a rich kid. Of course, Addison never used it on anyone bad, she only used it to beat up other kids when she didn’t get her way. The fact that she was a cheerleader and was used to practicing and using her legs didn’t help either. She could easily beat anyone up, whether it was other girls or boys.

John ran up and shoved Addison to the ground, Addison’s friends were cheering her on as she got up and punched John. “Wow! Your weak Sanders. Guess it is like mother like daughter, no wonder she died from tha-“ Addison had the wind knock out of her as something punched her in the gut. Bri looked up to see Aggie floating and shoving the big bad bully on to the ground. Addison’s friends were frightened, not seeing the source of what happened, and they ran down the halls screaming. “He- HEY! Don’t leave me here!” Addison yelled at them as she joined the screaming girls and ran off too.

“Peck necks,” Aggie said. Aggie looked at Bri and got a worried look on her face. “Are you okay Briar?” Aggie asked. She held out one of her hands to Bri. It was a habit so Bri took her hand, and it didn’t go through. “How?” Bri questioned when she was on her feet. “I can decide whether or not I want to touch something or someone,” Aggie explained, “sorry Briar, I didn’t want to hurt her I just got mad at the way she was treating you.”

Bri smiled. “It’s okay. Normally we would get in trouble for this but the fight ended early. John, you okay?” She asked.

John got to his feet, “I think one of my tooths are loose but other than that I’m fine. Also, Aggie, don’t say Peck necks.”

Bri rolled her eyes, “she’s already dead, let her some fun.”

The bell rang again. “Second bell we might want to go,” John said. He kneeled to meet Aggie’s level, “do you still want to come to class?”

Aggie floated again and laughed. “Yesss! Let’s go!” Bri picked up her backpack and her phone, “Alright, follow us Aggie. History class is next.”

“Coming Briar!” Aggie squealed in delight. When Aggie flew next to Bri, she smiled as she held her hand. Bri looked down and smiled back at her.

“Call me Bri,” she said.

Had that dream again… weird

TW:Hints at possible suicide, and hinted at sexual harassment (maybe?)

For the last three days, I’ve been having the same dream.

There’s a girl in a sky blue dress, brown boots, and a green jacket that’s just a bit too big for her. The girl is on top of a rooftop, with a blank yet solemn look on her face. All of the sudden, she starts to dance ballet. She pirouettes across the rooftop, music starts to play softly. It’s eerie and slightly makes you feel unpleasant. She dances closer and closer to the edge of the roof, as she dances the expression on her face never changes for even a second. All of the sudden, three demons appear. I guess they were demons, they had horns. They had charcoal black skulls but their bodies were complete muscles, like if you look at the muscular system in an anatomy textbook, that’s what they look like. Their lower bodies however, were made of vapor. They started dancing with her, similar moves to how regular male partners dance with female ballerinas, but they were touching her in a strange way. They were caressing her thighs, hips, shoulders, and face. They tossed her around to one another, as the music gets louder and starts to build up. The girl is let go and she dances gracefully on the very edge of the rooftop. The music pauses… then reaches its climax as she does a grand jeté leap off the roof. The demons catch her and continue to dance and grope her in the air. The music continues to build up as they throw her to each other and get higher and higher above the city… but then they disappear… and the girl plummets into the street below her, still wearing that emotionless face as she hits the concrete…

And then I wake up…

@notdiabolika Nice to know I haven’t lost my touch

⚠️TW: Implied child abuse⚠️

Kanna Origins: Part 8

Kanna Origins Part 3

Huggy Scared me today…

I brought Sissy with me to the factory today, I wanted her to meet my friends. And it was going well, Cat Bee really liked her… but when I went to show Huggy and Kissy, Huggy freaked out! He picked me up and kept me away from my Sissy. He started growling at her like an angry dog. He scared everyone… even his own Sissy. I actually thought Huggy was going to hurt or bite Sissy with the way he bared his teeth at her. Lisa and She protected her and told Huggy he was acting like a bully. Huggy and the girls got into a big argument. Huggy did a screech and then I started crying. When Huggy saw I was crying, he tried to calm me down but I couldn’t stop crying. Kissy took me away from Huggy, picked up Sissy, and we went to another room away from the argument. Kissy asked if I was scared of her now too, but I told her, I wasn’t scared of Huggy or anyone here, I wasn’t scared at all! (well maybe a little). I was crying because it reminded me too much of when Sissy and Mommy would fight and argue with Daddy… and those fights would always end up with Sissy and Mommy getting hit. And what scared me was that I thought that one of them were going to hurt each other. Once everyone calmed down, Kissy took me and Sissy to see Huggy and the girls. She translated Huggy’s signing for me… he said “I’m sorry Lelu, I shouldn’t have let you see any of that, I understand if you are scared of me now…” Kissy and I explained to all three of them the reason I started crying. It turns out, Kissy and Huggy didn’t trust my Sissy… but after getting to know her over the next few days, I think she’s starting to grow on Kissy. I can’t say I’m surprised though, they both love fashion! I hope that doesn’t happen again though… it really worried me…

LATER

“Hey… Huggy right?”

“…”

“Yeah… so, about earlier… do you want to talk about it?”

“…”

“Lelu told me you were arguing with Lisa and She… it must’ve been something to make her that upset… I can’t see those two, sometimes they’ll leave me notes when Lelu isn’t around, but that’s the only time I get to talk with them directly. But… I’m sorry…”

“?!”

“I was just trying to get my sister away from you because… well, you’re huge and she’s, ya know, tiny. But think I get it, you were worried about her too weren’t you? That’s why you grabbed her in the first place. And I understand, I mean, Lisa and She weren’t too fond of me and my family in the beginning, or ANY adults. It took a while for them to trust me or my mom enough, and they did whatever it took to keep Lelu safe. But again… I’m sorry…

“… *signs* No I am the one who should be sorry… me and my sister were hurt by bad adults… and thanks to them I lost a very dear friend of mine as well… so ever since then, anyone who comes in here…”

“… you’d kill them…”

“?!”

“Yeah Lisa and She have done it a couple of times, but trust when I say those buttholes deserved it. But it’s okay, I know I would do the same if it meant protecting my sister… I’m sorry to hear that though… trust me I know what it’s like losing someone to some butthole…”

“*Signs* Buttholes?”

“Hey! Don’t look at me like that! I have a four year old to take care of, of course I have to censor myself! *Smiles* My name’s Autumn by the way.”

“*Smiles back and signs* Hello Autumn. My name is Huggy Wuggy.

I freaking loved playing wonderstop! But the one thing I have to complain about it is that we don’t get follow ups on the characters that we’ve come to love in such a short time. I WANTED TO TAKE MONSTER WITH US WHEN ALTA WENT HOME!!!!! I love this feral child so much!!! Give me the adoption papers right now!!!

*Spoiler alert* I NEED to know what happened to Ren after he came back missing a FREAKING ARM!!! Or what happened to happy go lucky Gerold when he came back like he seen some shit! It’s killing me that I don’t know!

I am so sorry I’ve been gone for so long! College has been kicking my ass… and not to mention the art (and readers block) has been really killing me on the rare occasions I have spare time after days and days of assignments and essays.

I am Imtithal from northern Gaza. I live in very difficult conditions because of the war and I struggle to provide basic necessities. I was displaced with my children 17 times in search of a safe place. There is no safe place. We suffer from a shortage of water, food, medicine and milk. Because of the famine war that we have been going through for 10 months, I need your support so that we can survive. Even if the support is simple, it helps my family a lot. Please donate and participate.

Hopefully this will help spread the word, I hope you and your children make it through okay and live good lives despite what your going through. I will pray for you and your family to live long and together

I did two characters, the first is a changeling named Sacagawea, and then theirs her friend/love interest Bonnie, and her pet raven named Odin.

I tag @diabolicalvixen, @diabolik-boys, and any one else who wants to get in on this

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@yuriko-tsukino-rp @elizabeth-virnien @iricathel @kirua9 @subarus-gentle-butterfly

I don’t know why but for some reason I can see Mera with ice, poison, and or ghost type Pokémon… is that just me?