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The Bitty Meme

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Time to re-explore that childhood (or get one for the first time). Rules are as simple as usual!

૪ Post up your character -- name and canon.

૪ When replying to someone's post, go and RNG for option one, and see just how conscious you'll be of the trouble you're in.

૪ You can hit it up further for options 1-11 of wat do, and then, let it rip!

૪ Cue crack, hilarity, fluff, angst- a full spectrum of genres.

૪ ????

૪ PROFIT!

You're Just An:

1. Adult mind in the wrong body - looks like you really shouldn't have drank that potion, after all! Better hope nobody sees you like this, and that the effects aren't permanent...

2. Adorable bitty all rounder - Maybe it was an accident, maybe not. But your size is your age, with all the mental attributes that come with it.

Okay, So Wat Do?:

1. Back to school! First day back, middle of term with a small bullying problem? Time for your bitty to get some edumacation. Play with some friends or get the teacher involved! If your adult instincts are still all there, maybe you could play yourself up as a child genius; who knows? Someone might catch you out...

2. It's adventure time!~ Them kids have all the imagination. Quickly! Your damsel in distress needs rescuing from the dragon! It's time to kiss the bride! Play time has no rules, and neither does this prompt- except for curfew. Mother dearest always said to be back before dark.

3. Gots a boo boo! Oh dear, looks like someone's gone and skinned their knee. This requires a serious operation of silly jokes and coddling, before those tears start to fall and never seem to stop.

4. I think I love you! Young love is just so beautiful. Maybe you're pulling pigtails, so to speak. Maybe you have a crush on your teacher, and you just HAVE to get it out there. The clearest sign of love is always a note, however- just make sure to make that 'yes' box really big, so they know exactly where to tick.

5. They went away. We all lose loved ones, sometimes. Maybe the rents have just split, maybe your best friend is moving away. Maybe the only reply that can really be given is that "they're in heaven now, sweetheart". Whatever the reason, they're just not there, and you want to know why.

6. Off to the circus! Or the theme park. Or the aquarium. It's babies day out, with all the crack, fluff, and panic inducing moments implied. Pet a lion! Go on the Ferris wheel! Just try not to lose your adult companion, or things could become dicey.

7. You're in big doo-doo, mister. You missed curfew by ten minutes. Your Sunday best is covered in mud and god knows what else, and you let rip that new swear word you picked up from that friend you're not allowed to play with. You bet your ass you'll be in the naughty corner for weeks.

8. Big ball of FUBAR. You went and got yourself lost, at no fault of your own. The big kids pushed you down the well, and left you there. All you know is you're in a huge amount of trouble, and a little kindness is going to have to go a long way to get you safe.

9. Go the fuck to sleep. Dreamland is good, trust me. No really- don't get out of bed, you're fine right. There. Its time for bed, or to prepare for it! Bath time doesn't mean run down the halls naked, but if you catch a quick break, I'm sure you can achieve great things.

10. Time to shine! This is your big moment, right here. That dance recital you've been working hard on, the Christmas play, and you're the tree. This is a big point in your life, a time where you can show off your skills and make history! This is it. You're making it happen.

11. Choose your own adventure! Re-roll, or get out another idea that appeals to you.

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Isaac had finished looking at the magazine, then looked at it again, this time back to front. After he was done he did the same for the next two magazines and didn't go back to bed for another two hours. Simply staring and wondering, letting the pretty faces speak to him, he imagined what kind of girls they were and where they lived and if they were on television shows too back when there was television. Isaac was introduced to this world with no real understanding between the difference from the magazine he was looking at and the cooking ones, or home making ones, he thought maybe they all were interlinked somehow. He imagined one of the girls knowing how to cook, the other living in the house he'd liked in another magazine, or a character on Treeman, he let his imagination run wild before he concluded that they were all dead. Every one of them.

Morning came too soon and he took a while getting up. Though he knew Alice as cooking he just couldn't rouse. He smiled though at the plate of food she gave him. They had come across dozens and dozens of boxes of powdered eggs. Just add water. That's the kind of food for them. Just add water.

Her question had his head cocking and he stared at her for a moment, then let his eyes fall to her chest, then up to her lips. "Yes, I think you're very beautiful." He looked to her. "I see all the photos in these houses.." In those magazines… "And you're the prettiest.. still."

Alice saw where his eyes went and she felt her breath hold as he looked up from her chest to her eyes; she knew the answer before he said it. She wondered how long he had been looking at her like that, and why she hadn't noticed before. She supposed it was because in most ways she still saw him as the little blond boy who wrote stories about Treeman and curled up with her at night and had bad dreams about necromorphs.

But the other part of her, the part she was afraid of, saw him as the man he was becoming. Soon he would be shaving, getting body hair, growing his last four inches or so into his full height, broadening at the shoulders and getting that delicious thick neck that men had. Alice looked down to his mouth, down to his neck and chest and then down to her plate of food.

"That's very kind of you, thank you." Alice took a few slow bites of her food, her emotions and desires in conflict with her morality. She set her fork down and leaned back in the seat and stared across at him for a long time before she spoke up again.

"I never tried to replace your mother. You have a mother, wherever she is or what happened to her." She paused, trying to collect her thoughts. "Do you see me as your mother, did you ever?"

The mention of his mother had Isaac at full attention and gave his face a curious and yet unsure expression. He was confused and wanted to know why she was saying that. Isaac frowned, his eyes moved to his plate and he folded his arms in thought. As a child he treated her like she was his mother, then, as he got older he thought of her as one of his friends. Though she was still older and somewhat of an authoritative figure. But did he see her as his mother? "No, I never.. forgot about my mom.. I saw you as a friend." He uncrossed his arms and picked up his fork and ate at the scrambled eggs and grits. "She's dead." He said. Not in denial about that.

Alice felt a terrible, sinful liberation at his answer. She looked off to the side and placed her hands on her thighs under the table and pressed her palms there. A shiver came over her and she quietly excused herself from the table and went back into the tiny bedroom, with its two twin-sized sleeping benches. She sat down on hers and cupped herself, squeezing and leaning her head back against the wall as she took in a shuddered breath and slowly opened her eyes to look at the ceiling.

While they were separated on the island today she would make time for herself, indulge, let herself have fantasies of the young man she would no longer have to feel guilty about being attracted to. He was still so young but how could she not feel desirable when he said such things about her so honestly. When he was ready maybe they would take this further but until then she would have to be self-indulgent about it.

When she was better collected she took her sweater from the closet and returned to the table and went about eating, quiet as she thought about him. Thought about his eyes on her. She liked it.

Isaac didn't bring up the girls in the magazine, nor did he bring up the topic of wife or husband. He was content without a girlfriend or learning how to be romantically interested in Alice. These kinds of things, he never knew them before, so he didn't feel like he was really missing anything. He had plenty of other things in his life that he concentrated on, that he filled his time with, things he needed to focus on. But every once and a while he thought about the day Alice would become his wife. And he never stopped feeling attracted to her. But he was caught between not knowing what to do and feeling almost complacent about the topic. He figured Alice would let him know when that day would come, if it ever did. They were already going to spend forever together, so, in Isaac's logical mind, they would be married. They were lifetime partners, that did love one another.

Two years passed and Isaac was well into his 18th year. The island was positively clear of inbetweens, zombies, and even clean of them. They worked house by house, street by street, cabin by cabin. The business stores, the tourists spots, they burned the bodies, they sanitized the buildings they used and they moored the boat at the pier. Isaac no longer in fear about someone stealing his Treeman. Another good note, Isaac found that waterfall he had a feeling would be here. He had started growing facial hair, and some on his chest, he was tanner, his hair darker as he decided to keep it short.

He'd learned how to hunt not only ducks but other birds as well, learned how to prepare them, cook them, and currently he was in the backyard of their chosen house and cooking the bird over a fire pit. Along side grilling some vegetables.

Every day she watched him grow, not just in body but in happiness and health, in ability and intelligence. He was incredibly smart, capable, and had an incredible work ethic. It made her terribly happy to think of what a good man he had grown into, and she felt some pride in the fact she had kept him alive long enough to get him to a point where he could keep himself alive and make it this far.

Their island really was turning into a little paradise for the two of them. Whereas before each day was a long and arduous struggle, life on the island seemed to fly by. Alice's main tasks were helping to clean up the island and their very vital task of getting some crops growing. They took Treeman back to the ruined village they had passed so long ago and got all of the farming equipment and seeds they needed there, including some starter plants from the now overgrown fields already there.

They had rows of tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, squashes, even corn and wheat, beans, onions, lots of potatoes, radishes and lettuces and cabbages. It took a great amount of time and effort and everyday for months Alice would come back to their home covered in dirt and aching. A few times Isaac had given her a back rub after such days and she really was feeling quite pampered, to the point where she would laugh softly the entire massage. He was so sweet.

Alice was carrying a basket of potatoes in from the fields when she smelled the cooking and instantly felt hungry. It felt like forever since breakfast time and she was very ready for some of Isaac's cooking. He had become better at it than her, which she found amusing. Isaac was good at everything he did, he was remarkable.

She set the basket of potatoes in the kitchen and washed her hands and face before she walked out to watch him cooking and she smiled at the sight of him. Not only had he grown into a handsome man like she knew he would, but he was strikingly handsome. Sometimes when she looked at him she had to hold her breath for fear of making embarrassing sounds for how attracted to him she was, especially now he had a seemingly permanent stubble around his very masculine jaw. Alice had to escape almost every day to indulge herself, to touch herself sighing his name, imagining the day he would touch her like she desperately wanted to be touched.

"Smells good." Alice walked out toward where he was standing and she stood beside him and wrapped her arm around his waist and rubbed lightly at the side of his stomach. Isaac was easily inches taller than her now and she was glad for it. He was well muscled, tall, handsome- she was hopelessly attracted to him, and completely in love with him. She leaned up on her toes and kissed his cheek. "I'm going to go get changed. I brought down a bottle of red wine from the gift shop. I feel like celebrating."

She gave his side another rub as she pulled away and moved through the house to her room. Alice took a quick shower and combed her hair back as she stared into the fogged up mirror. She brought her hand up to wipe away the fog and stared at herself, each individual feature of hers, before she opened one of the drawers in the bathroom and took out some make up products she had taken from various houses and the shop on the island. Alice had never worn more than chap stick or lip gloss around Isaac and for some reason, in her celebratory mood, she wanted to look really nice for him.

It took her longer than it should have to apply her make up being as she was very out of practice. When she was done she was satisfied, even if it was a bit dramatic just for a lunch date. She put on a light blouse and slacks and high heels before she went down to the dining room to see if lunch was ready yet. The sunlight was coming in through the windows, with their cute and completely whole, unripped curtains, their pristine and clean kitchen. This was a real life, she thought, and she was happy. It was all because of Isaac, this had been his idea and he found the means to make it happen. That was why she felt like celebrating.

Isaac was finishing up cutting up the duck meat, glazing over it with a honey and spice mixture, and was setting the food on two plates when Alice came down. He glanced up at her, looked at his duck, then brought his eyes quickly back up to her. He hadn't seen her like this, and he thought about how beautiful she was and that she could be in a magazine, a part of that crowd that once took photographs together. But he was glad she wasn't, he liked that no one else got to see her like this––he realized that some time ago, the more he thought about it the more he knew that if she was in those kind of magazines she wouldn't be here with him now. Isaac felt the fork lighten up and he looked down to see the piece of duck had fallen back into the pan with a greasy splash. "Hn." He focused back on his task and covered the duck up before he set the plate on the table before her.

"Why do you feel like celebrating?" He held his own plate in the hand further away from her and settled his free hand on her shoulder. "What you have on your face looks nice, the.. make up."

"Thank you, Isaac." She reached up and touched his fingers and smiled up at him before she turned her attention to the wine and poured them both a glass after a brief struggle with the cork. "This smells amazing, thank you so much for cooking."

Once she had a napkin over her lap she fussed with the edge of it under the table while she looked at him. The compliment was sweet but his reaction to her was even better, she loved it when he looked at her that way. "I feel like celebrating you and what you've done for us, all that you've accomplished. You're a remarkable man, and you make me very happy. I'm very glad we're here together, on this island, and no longer running. It was your idea all along and you made it happen. I think that's worth celebrating." She lifted her glass of wine once he had sat down. "To you."

He was glad to hear that she was happy, that she enjoyed her life here, that she was grateful to him. He had a small moment of an egotistic appreciation for himself and then he shook his head. "We did it together. Doesn't matter if it was my idea.. I needed you to come with me.. to be here with me, without you.. I would be dead." And that was a fact. He'd starve to death in that gas station or one of those things would have gotten to him finally. Isaac took his glass of wine, looked to his plate of food, then brought his eyes up to her with a soft smile. "To us."

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