Headcanon Story - Mormon and Storm stumble upon each other at a blind karaoke room in the facility where violence is punishable by death. And so theyre forced to sing a song together. Storm talks about how mormon is really weird and really wants him. Mormon teases him about how he thinks storm enjoyed that kiss and wants more.

Storm: You are some agent You just dont think well Get this, dumb agent Youre my personal hell Is your mouth lonely with no food in here Bitch ill mangle you the second you step out there Just what you are, I'll spell out You are an HR pain Id rather dip and go out And work with an ALEPH again Mormon: You are so jealous of my kissing skill Guess youd say id be jailed if my looks could kill Your weak guard brands you soft and vulnerable One slip up and you flop like a card table You drool at my advancements Defend? You didn’t even try worked on you with attachment and they say my results were high Both: You're nothing without me An agent who'd never be known Had we never kissed You'd never be missed I tell you, you’d end up alone A show off, a blowhard You're equal parts hot air and gall And no one would doubt me Without me, you're nothing at all Storm: You're in my plot, get off my department I’ll show you work when you go through DETACHMENT. You are so fucked, you eat, breathe, sleep stupid Ain’t your meal ticket, wont get shot by cupid You lustful ignoramus You haven't any shame I, was the guy that’s famous while most didn’t know of your name GEE I WONDER, ARE YOU MORMON OR ARE YOU FUCKING BOYKISSER. GOD WHYD YOU HAVE TO FUCK ME UP 

written by headcanon abno shakespear. a sentient spear that shakes.

the cold one weeps
the one who cries, now cold

cruelty of love
forbidden by circumstance

Red Shoes, Red Shoes,
tap tap tap

Red Shoes, who knew?
grab crack plop

Lay on the mattress,
nestle in her chest

Let her know that you love her,
let her know she's enough

Red Shoes, said who?
what a beautiful tree

said who? said you
cutting down on her trunk

red black white and purple
purple red blue and teal

Oh rose, my rose where art thou
Oh red shoes, my red shoes, will you come to me?

Do you see the vines I plant?
The vines i plant to show you my love?

Thorny, beautiful, a meadow you cannot miss
Do you see it from up above?

Up above. Up above?
What did the storm say after the calm? What life comes after this?

I chose you. I loved you
Why didnt you choose me

or maybe there was no time
as i have lost thee

oh my dear violet. you cry in those shining ruby heels
i wish we never fought

oh my dear violet, your eyes are black
had this all stopped, in my arms youd've been caught

my heart, my life, all yours
why not take it with you?

red shoes, red dress
red pupils, red skin
red floor, red

red shoes, red shoes 

I decided I'd make a diary. Why? Because why the fuck not you know?

I should prolly put everyone's favorite foods here first:

Bill - None
Zayir - Beef Goto (doesnt matter if it's tripe or tendon, so just do both)
Storm and Louis - Mushroom Soup (Hehe theyre dating). Also Louis likes healthy food. Typical of the medical person
Eliza - Coffee/Coffee Jelly? (I think this person has some sort of interest in Ryn)
Ryn - Sweets in general
Sobin - None
Nia - Enkephalin
Marcmarc - None
Micaela - Blueberry Ice Cream
Bongbong - Anything slathered in condiments. Goodness
Tom - Turkey. Man that guy really likes sleeping huh. he probably likes xanax as well.
Igoree - Chicken
Cecil - None

So I've probably forgotten a lot of them unfortunately. 

Notes:

Zay's fucked most of my crew so far. Really odd but eh what am I supposed to do. It's benefitted the kitchen so far.

Hmmmmmm I think I'll have a taco day, eastern day, steamed day, baking day, DIY day, etc. 

I am a peacock.
I am attractive.
I clean my beautiful feathers, to impress the ladies.
I am regularly fed, admired, and adored.
The standard for all beautiful birds.
I am a peacock. I am attractive, but why must i be a peacock?

I am a crow.
I am free.
I fly to the streets to eat discarded bread and seeds in flower shops.
I am shooed.
A pest who flies among the mayabirds and rides along the winds.
I am a crow. I am free, but why must I be a crow?

People blind my eyes with their blinding suns in their slabs of metal.
People marvel at my beautiful feathers that I spend hours a day on.
People call me a standard. THE standard. As I bedazzle the city that I am not free to roam.
I am a peacock, I have to be loved, just to survive.

People put poison in their seeds and their loaves. Laxatives, Wolfsbane, you name it.
People gag at my black feathers and my raspy caw. People call me a pest. A PEST. As I fly across the city as if it were not mine as well.
I am a crow, I have to be free, just to survive.