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#[ OH I ACTUALLY KNOW THIS PERSON! THEY DREW THIS FOR MY GIRLFRIEND! ]#tag later#[ I LOV THEM THEYRE FANTASTIC ]#[ BUT TYSM CRYPTIE ILY! ]
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[ I DID IT I DID IT
REPLIES ARE OUT
WHO WANTS A STARTER LEGGO ILL DO EM TMW ]
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mehrzulieben:
(( For @bilety ))
It was supposed to be an honor, to be requested to become the personal chef of the princess. It was supposed to be the pinnacle of his career. From his start as a lowly butcher’s son to his training in the kitchens of archdukes and barons, the opportunity to serve the soon-to-be queen was something of his wildest daydreams as he sharpened knives and cared for sows; he had quite literally risen from the mud.
And oh! How amazing it was! Far from the simple world of his home in the kingdom’s mountain range, he couldn’t close his mouth when he arrived at the gleaming castle nestled into the lowland’s forest. Luxury unparalleled to the modest wealth he had seen in the manors where he was a sous-chef.
Everywhere, gold. Sweeping Baroque architecture. Carpets so lush he felt guilt even wearing shoes. A garden filled with the most perfectly pruned white and pink roses.
This was his home now, too.
(Although, of course, he was still missing his aging mother. The princess wanted him and only him to serve under her. But his mother was well taken care of with the stipend he would send every month. The old widow was living contentedly in a nearby village, in a semi-retired state as she oversaw the town’s butcheries, serving as an advisor to the apprentices.)
It certainly was a new life. The princess was keen on throwing lavish affairs. (She was rumored to take dips into the kingdom’s treasury to finance these events.) Men and women all in white, their faces decorated with the careful painting of bright blue and gold powders, lit up the ballroom nearly every week, a revel in their youth. (Although none of these guests seemed like they attracted her attention as a potential suitor.) Music and laughing and dancing flooded the halls and seeped into the garden. (The princess had quite a temper and was known for throwing a fit if she didn’t quite get her way.)
For the most part, Augustus avoided the temperament of the noblewoman. She liked his food enough, demanding his croquembouche often, seemingly enjoying his stuffed boar’s head.
But in a twist of fate, he was being punished for the way she treated her staff.
No one would have ever expected an enchantress to knock on their door one stormy night. (Although most knew that from the woman’s shabby and haggard appearance, the princess would turn her away, especially in front of her glamorous party guests. )
No one would have ever expected the woman would curse the princess for her selfishness. (The princess’s vanity gave way to fangs and claws and fur, causing her to lurk in the shadows when she once flourished in the light.)
No one would have ever expected the enchantress would also curse the entire castle staff for their compliance with the hedonistic whims of their employer. (They came what they were: objects, just as silent as they had been when the Queen mother had molded such a rotten little girl.)
No one knew they would be cut off from the rest of the world, the eternal winter surrounding the castle making it unapproachable. (In all the years, no one has tried to come to find them; without an entire castle to feed, Augustus is left to wonder about his mother back in the village. He wonders if she is still living. He wonders if she misses him.)
But now, he is here, in the darkened hallways, waddling as fast as he can in his current cauldron-shaped form back to the kitchen to cook something up, at the demand of the staff’s coordinator, Charlie.
A strange man has wandered in, a merchant from the countryside, seeking shelter from the cold.
And they have learned their lesson about baring people from the castle.
They all just hope that their Mistress won’t find out.
She had been lonely after everyone had left that night, despite all of her hired help constantly near, still always waiting on her as they were paid to do. She still felt so separated from them, despite the fact she was in such a similar situation to her -- despite the fact this should bring them together. In truth, she never had been close with any of them, with the exception of maybe a nanny or two who had replaced her mother’s role in her life.
The lavish parties were something she dearly missed; everyone constantly flocked around her, laughing at all the jokes she made, whether or not they were funny, dancing with all the men while secretly eyeing the women. She didn’t know truly how much of a luxury they were until she couldn’t bring herself to throw them due to her own opinion on her horribly altered appearance. Of course, there were other things she missed, too: one more than others.
She missed her father. Dearly.
He was the one person she felt truly comfortable confiding in, although she rarely even did to him. He’d been in the village when this whole incident had happened, as he often was during her parties (he didn’t like all of these strangers flooding in to fawn over his child; he was very protective, especially on that front) and she had no idea what had become of him. Well, that wasn’t necessarily true: she had a few ideas. She just didn’t like them. All of them ended with him hurt somehow.
The incident had left her surprisingly more volatile than she had been before -- and she already had the temper of a hundred angry gods. She purposefully avoided most of the staff (she hated that they saw her at her lowest like this, seeing as she thought herself above them and wanted it to remain that way) but they often found reasons to seek her out. They rarely avoided her as she did them.
And that’s why she was quite surprised to see her chef speeding by her as quickly as he possibly could.
“Where are you going?” she asked it loud, clear, and demanding. “I hardly ever catch you trying to move that fast.”
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#[ HA ]#[ IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS OHOHOOHOH ]#[ sorry length doesnt super match i. i didnt have all the backstory to give ]#♡ ┇ ic.#♡ ┇ zverskiy.#[ new batb au tag ]#[ im so excited GO DD ]
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itsteaveetime:
itsteaveetime:
“Okay, but they all have to have their own habitats. That’s the iguana rules. And you have to handle them, or they get dangerous.”
“Here are some sweet iguana names:
Jaws. Hellraiser. Godzilla. The Matrix (this is a girl iguana name). Jaws Two. The Terminator. Italian Spiderman. American Horror Story: Iguana. Lizard Lemon. Crash Override. Guitar Hero. Computer Virus. Biohazard. Knife. I could keep going if you want…”
“Oh, also: Mike Junior is an acceptable name.”
“...Or, maybe normal names. Like Princess. Or... ah, that American name I like... Webber. That is a good name for things with webbed feet. Or spiders. Maybe Angel. I also like Zia, Yana, or Lev -- Lev means Lion.”
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dreamsofalife:
@bilety liked for a starter~
“Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh!!! Okay, I’m totally not freaking out, but…guess what city my favorite band is playing in this month? I’ll give you a hint, it’s this one!”
“...What possessed you to speak of this? I am almost sure I did not ask you about where your favorite band was next playing.”
#[ veruca 'did i ask' ]#[ she's so mean shy i am so sorry ]#[ i am so sorry an ugly bitch like that would say that ]#♡ ┇ ic.
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adventures-of-the-candy-man:
Wonka understood Veruca’s anger, but he wasn’t going to cave in. Her parents might’ve, but if he was able to say no to Veruca once, then he could retaliate in a calm manner. “I told you it wasn’t safe to go in there. And all factories are dangerous to those who aren’t trained to work in it. That’s why you stay close to your guide. I apologize deeply for you getting hurt, and I wish that things didn’t end up the way they did, but unfortunately the squirrels have their own mindset. And if anyone else attempted to get involved, there might’ve been more injuries-” He realized how bad that might’ve sounded. “You know how terrible that was, so you wouldn’t want anyone else to go through it. Unfortunately the squirrels are their own beings, and they think on their own.”
He raised his hands and stopped talking, clearing his throat. “As hard as it might be, let bygones be bygones. Let’s proceed with the day, and maybe by the end we can see each other as friends. Stay close to me, and you’ll be safe. I assure you, the squirrels will not be close enough to harm you.”
Despite her anger growing frustration and anger, she... didn’t figure fighting him was a good idea. Last time that had happened, she’d ended up dismembered and on her way to a pile of garbage before getting glued back together (literally glued, doctors were astonished when they checked her over afterwards). So she decided to... go with it, as one may say, despite the fact she was shaking with rage at all the comments he’d made. She couldn’t do much about them; if she stormed out, her mother would no doubt punish her and send her back (which would be humiliating) and if she argued, she may as well be throwing herself to the squirrels again.
“Fine,” she hissed through her teeth, biting at the skin on her lips. “But do this quickly. I prefer not to be here longer than I must.”
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[ oh my god ive been away from rp blogs for so long i forgot about munday so uhh no pictures because im gross but i’ll rb an ask meme or something ]
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itsteaveetime:
Mike’s therapists have been working on controlling Mike for most of Mike’s life, to little success. Although truthfully, most of them have not worked very hard. Mike has a reputation by now, and is generally considered a lost cause. He’s used to it.
“You can’t walk to a store where I live,” he tells her with a snort. “It’s not that far or anything; they just didn’t build the town like that. It’s all highways; no sidewalks or anything. But yeah: I’ve gone on a walk, and guess what? It was boring. It’s all just tract houses and identical cars and little square lawns. It doesn’t feel anything.”
And everyone still walks around with a smile, like they can’t feel all that nothing. They’re either dumb as bricks, or faking. Mike can’t be bothered to fake (he thinks). As much as he wants to be liked (or at least, not ignored), he doesn’t particularly feel a need to fit in. He doesn’t want to be liked for something he’s not. He is, ironically, faking as much as he assumes other people are.
“I don’t care if you’re not nice. I’m not nice. Wonka’s not nice. It just means that’s you, you know? If you were nice, that would be fake. It wouldn’t really be you. You’d still be, you know: pretty…”
He rushes the word ‘pretty’ out of his mouth as quickly as possible.
“…but you’d be like tract houses and identical cars.”
He’s not sure his metaphor will translate for someone who isn’t American, but he can’t think of any other way to say it. His hand shoots out suddenly and points at her.
“I don’t like being pushed, though, so seriously don’t. It’s not cool.”
Mike is not the most graceful of creatures, he can fall over all on his own, thanks.
In truth, while her therapist was ‘working on those’ with her, he wasn’t doing much work; just demanding breathing exercises she was too enraged to focus on. Thinking about it made her tantrums worse, considering her frustration with being unable to do them. But she let him keep thinking it was worth a try.
“...They may not be for everyone,” she murmurs a bit hurriedly, as if she were trying to reassure him in her weird, Veruca-ish way. “but they sometimes are nice with others if you dislike them alone. I hate to walk alone--” (but then again, she just hates to be alone) “--but enjoy to walk with my Папа. It can be a comfort, and not each walk is the same. I enjoy to walk in forests.”
In truth and in secret, Veruca liked nature. Everyone knows she loves animals, especially after her career in ballet was... well, ended; she constantly posted little pictures from her veterinary books on Instagram, Snapchatted them to anyone who would listen to her rambles about different types of feathers, constantly texting about what made different cat breeds hypo-allergenic -- but few knew she actually enjoyed sitting outside and watching the clouds.
The analogy is entirely lost on her; in her wealthy neighborhood with her wealthy neighbors and her expensive house, practically a castle, with her expensive possessions and mass amount of hired help, she could not relate even to the idea of tract houses or everyone having the exact same cheap, beat-up cars (though every single person on her street owned a pricey black car of some brand). Not to mention she had no clue what a tract house even was; point is, she couldn’t have related even without that piece.
She frowned a little as she tried to understand it -- but then realized she’d been complimented. She didn’t often receive compliments from others her age; only mostly from her father, teachers, or weird old men on the internet. Her face lit up a slight pinkish, and then--
“Excuse me?” she sputtered it, almost; she wasn’t often caught entirely off-guard, but suddenly having a finger in her face and a demand not to be shoved can be... startling. “...Что? What is this about... pushing? Why would I push you?”
#[ oh she's absolutely the type to push a crush too that's the funny thing ]#[ I FINALLY DID IT ]#[ theres a lot happening in this thread ]#♡ ┇ ic.#itsteaveetime
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“...Not quite as much as you would like me to be.”
What were the fates of the four other children? Did they die? Did they survive? Tell us, DEVIL MAN!!!!
“Well, I don’t know. @itsteaveetime, @mehrzulieben, and @bilety. Are you kids dead?”
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[ im gonna Return Soon ive been just. majorly, majorly depressed cus of some brain stuff but im gonna get those fancy icons from my buddy and then we’ll be Back In Action ]
#♡ ┇ ooc.#[ im really sorry. i feel so fucking bad about vanishing lik e that ]#[ i wanna rp with everyone here so much i just. cant bring myself to write recently im sorry ]
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✯Super-hero & Super-heroine✯
“Honor and Truth will never fail against the enemy.”
“I fight because I have to.”
“No matter what you do to me, it won’t change anything. I will never break.”
“Talk, talk, talk… it’s always the same old speech, if you’re going to do something, JUST DO it already, so I can stop you.”
“Even if ONE person needs me, I will fight for them with everything I’ve got.”
“I never said you’d be easy to destroy, I said no one else could do it but me.”
“I have to look at myself in the mirror every day and shake off what I see, and still get out there and be strong for everyone else.”
“Powers are NOT the most important thing; you have to have the guts to stand up to the enemy with or without them.”
“Anyone can say they have the answers, but the real decisions are never easy.”
“My heritage is only a starting point, I defend everyone else’s right to their own.”
“I had the choice too, you know. I could have been as destructive and selfish as you, but I chose to rise above it.”
“You think this is an easy life for me? I wouldn’t wish this fate on anyone.”
“You can’t make war on the whole world!”
“The ones that did this to you are not responsible for what you’ve become. YOU are.”
“It’s not about what I want, it’s about what’s needed, and I can provide it.”
“Some are born with weakness of spirit and body, and a rare few are stronger than the rest. They have to lead an example so that the weak can hope.”
“People may not understand, but they will see, and they will learn through time, we have to be paitent.”
“That sounds like something a maniac would say.”
“I only need one shot, as long as it counts.”
“My burdens don’t lessen. They multiply.”
“When you fight through the pain and put blinders on to all the noise, you can move through anything.”
“Are you taking lives and destroying people’s peace? Then it doesn’t matter what your cause is, you’re the bad guy.”
“Careful your fear doesn’t turn to anger, careful your anger doesn’t turn to rage.”
“Those that hate the opposing side so ardently are doomed to become worse than the thing they despise.”
“When I say I protect everyone, I mean everyone. Not just those that claim they deserve it more.”
“As long as I am around, you won’t win!”
“I don’t do the sidekick thing.”
“I don’t do this for the fame or adoration.”
“All I know is what I am, and I was made to stop you.”
“Look at the horror you’ve caused! Look at all the bloodshed!”
“That… I can’t pay for that, sorry.”
“Most of the time, people are just as afraid of me as they are of the bad guy.”
“Sometimes I don’t know why I still help them when they would turn against me at the slightest sign of fear.”
“I just want a normal life, but I didn’t get it.”
“If I had a normal life, I suppose I’d be like all the ones I try to save.”
“I can’t just sit here, idly by while innocent people suffer!”
“The ( mayor/counsel/prime minister/president ) has me on speed dial.”
“I’m not perfect. They only see what they want to see.”
“Ignorance and Vanity are diseases that infect even the most educated. THAT is the true plague of mankind.”
“I won’t turn my back on them!”
“Your fancy weapons and technology won’t win this!”
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[ dont talk to me or my 4 catcf bootlegs ever again ]
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[ HMMM I WANNA APPROACH PPL FOR RP BUT IM PUSSIE? ]
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[ shut up its 2 weeks later and im still upset about charlie closingn ]
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