"do it in less than three days" no u

@Greyhounds103 :eyes: :eyes: :eyes:

apparently i'm supposed to say ten things about me, tell a joke, write a spoiler for my stories, and bring 28 people to the gallows. i mean, why not?

here goes nothing

ten things about moi

one | i breathe nitrogen

two | i'm not dead

three | i can actually play losing my religion and nothing else matters on a ukelele even tho i can't chord shift for crap

four | i dug a grave to my femininity out of soap

five | number four is hypothetical but i totally would dig a grave to my femininity out of soap

six | i kinda find lars ulrich cute

1980's lars

seven | i've ran out of uninteresting things to tell about myself

eight | i streamed garage inc five or six times

nine | jjackie is superior

ten | claj is superior too

28 people
aka 5 people

i'm sorry y'all had to suffer

fallerfrombritain ; phantomnation ; starjack- ; lilmissbeaniechild ; Greyhounds103 (rules said nothing about tagbacks :       ) )

tell a joke

my grades

write a spoiler for one of your stories

no u

As soon as the dust cleared and he felt the almost-unfamiliar sensation of warmth on his face, he knew they'd crossed beyond the beginning of eternity, the end of time. He knelt down and gently laid the slumbering girl down on the new terrain, watching her golden locks, short as her life, grace her pale face. As he gazed upon the key attached to her necklace, he only realised how much she's lost, given up, just to serve his best friend and her own homeworld's people justice.

She was a martyr.

"Beautiful morning, huh?" He finally looked up and caught a glimpse of the scenery before him. Picturesque, snow-capped purple mountains littered the landscape, while the rising sun bathed the icy mounds in flecks of gold. Behind him, his new friend shuffled to a large rock nearby, taking a seat and in the view. "Brave new world. Brave new life. Guess them arseholes don't have any words for this. I mean, look!" A bony hand beckoned the young boy, who had been silent the entire time, to come sit beside him. "See that village? We could start all over again and propagate our reputation as juvenile delinquents--I mean Outlaws."

The boy reluctantly got up from his post, not wanting to leave his childhood friend behind. Bare feet left dents in the pristine snow, and soon he was beside his older companion. The latter wasn't mistaken; where smoke billowed stood a tiny stone-brick village, just at the foot of a mountain. He softly tugged at his disappointingly thin shirt, envisioning fireplaces, taverns that reeked of rum...

"Whaddya say?" His gruff voice snapped the boy out of his thoughts, and for a split second, the dagger-edged Outlaw that was charged for mass murder was back. But it dissipated right after, and all he can see was someone who saw just purpose in his actions. "I could use some food right now."

"Y-yeah, I...I kinda need heat," the boy laughed, glancing down at his borderline frozen feet.

"Not just that."

The young Outlaw looked up.

"What you need," his friend smiled, standing up and lending him a hand, "is a name."

happy now?