I bet if Ace keeps this up she'll eventually snap, suppressing everything defo isn't healthy :C. Oh well, she has the others to turn to when that happens xD maybe she'll even ask for their help when the time comes //shot

*Gives everyone a big hug* Dang, both Jasper and Ace don't have any real family members waiting for them and while Leila has her family, the people who actually give her the time of day are the workers tasked with watching her.

You guys sure know how to bring in the feels ;A;

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And I totally blame Aki, her AU's inspired me to do a little something. 

It's supposed to be a couple of snippets (is this the right word?) focusing on an AU where the lost souls die in Nowhere. Their existence ends up being erased but for some reason the important people in their lives end up remembering things they shouldn't.

I was planning to do something for everyone, but atm there's only Lesles and Riley >-<)/

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[u][b]Lesley[/b][/u]

His mother hates the color pink.

She loathes it with her entire being because it is a painful color. She doesn’t understand why, but it feels like heartache. It’s the color of loneliness, and each time she catches a glimpse of it, she can’t help but feel strands of hair slipping between her fingers.

It smells like bubble gum, but feels like a knife straight through her heart.

There’s a spare room in their home. She and her husband don’t remember what it’s for, but the room is filled to the brim with canvases and unused cans of paint. It’s a little strange, considering that neither of them are the artistic sort, but sometimes she dreams about a sweet child with his fingers wrapped tightly around a paintbrush.

Like most dreams, the details are hazy, but she remembers his hair.

It’s pink—the color of shattered rainbows and broken hearts.

[b][u]Riley[/b][/u]

“Do you have a roommate or something?”

Kim almost says yes. She has never had a roommate, but the place is littered with books and writing magazines and a rusty old bike is parked out in the yard. For some reason, the books and the rusty bike feel like old friends.

In the dog-eared pages of books, she finds horrible puns. She doesn't know why, but the absence of the person who penned them down, it makes her feel lonely. “No, I’ve never had a roommate before.” Strange, she finds it extremely hard to believe the truth.[/hider]
I'll do something for all the Lost Souls and the hooded figures in the future. *Runs away* OTL I don't know what I'm doing.