#serpentheired

@serpentheired | Send “We’re married.” for my muse to wake up in a future or alternate reality where our muses are married.

It had taken him admittedly far too long to work up the courage. Or, perhaps, he was just so comfortable with what they had that he hadn't felt the rush to make it legally official. After all, he was completely dedicated to her in every way. Sweet Pea always had been.

But, there was a new excitement growing within him. Waking up next to JB - being able to call her his wife and actually fully mean it...it was great. Amazing, actually. He woke early, that morning, heading straight out to the kitchen and cooking up far too much food. Pancakes, bacon, eggs, sausage, muffins and toast. You name it, it was probably there.

Valentine's Day | Accepting

𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒, uncapping the pen with his mouth. holding the lid there for a moment, he starts scribbling on the board. it takes him a while to write out what he has on his mind - or perhaps it's a doodle. she wouldn't know until he was finished, he was hiding his work very well. the sound of the pen on the board was quite loud, his strokes were wide. once finished, he turns around the board and reveals proudly to her what he has done:

a dead body, with x's over the eyes, with the word 'ART' scribbled over the top in horrific hand - writing. it was his masterpiece, taking him a handful of minutes before he revealed it to her.

@serpentheired liked for a one liner - Lass Mal Sehen, Kontra K

“ but at least i'm not guzzling booze . ” jasper taps his fingers against the wyrm bar , foot soon tapping along with them ; he's clearly got some kinda energy he's struggling to get out . “ . . . though it might do me some good . ”

though he already plans on turning down alcohol regardless .

"well---...." his voice sounds overly pleasant. far too pleasant for the subject at hand. "i don't particularly know if i've came back wrong. only time will tell!" // @serpentheired

if sam did not return home, this family would be in bigger fucking shambles than it already is. her younger siblings are solely what ties sam to this disaster of a town — as soon as they graduate and leave home, she plans to depart too. it’s up in the air as to where she will go — likely, not far behind wherever the twins decide.

until then, sam intends to play mom for as long as is needed. clearly, it’s pretty fucking needed, even as the twins reach their sixteenth birthday.

“how did you do that?” instinctively, sam reaches out and takes jellybean’s arm to close inspect the wound. she frowns and glances up at her sister, “jesus. it’s looking red, jb. you should’ve put a bandage on it. did you tell dad?”