#and sweet dreams [lizard sleep art]
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the adventures of hunter and cyan the lizard
#rain world#rw hunter#hunter rw#rw cyan lizard#cyan lizard#mods showcased are fauxiba's slugcats [hunter skin]#and sweet dreams [lizard sleep art]#i love cyan he's my son now#he took one [1] squidcada to tame
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𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜// 𝙼𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝙰𝚞
𝙰𝙽- sorry theres less for Ekko and Vander I didn’t have as many for them ^^
𝙸𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚜 - Mylo, Clagger, Powder, Vi, Vander and Ekko!
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Mylo
He’s definitely that one kid in school that always has his headphones in or is starting unnecessary trouble
Constant detentions for late homework, gluing the teachers to chairs and fighting but never turns up to them.
Usually only gets into fist fights over something “moral”. Like standing up for his friends.
Refuses to join any after school clubs
“I have better stuff to spend my time on”
Those better things consist of playing video games or drawing a character he made up.
Thriving in maths, music, art and PE
Failing horribly In science
Probably has a pet lizard
Or a spider
His room is only clean because Vander will ground him if not
Falls asleep constantly in class
100% a Rick and morty fan
Sleeps in an oversized Rick and morty shirt
Collects dream catchers
Cried when Arthur died in rdr2
Probably lives in cargo shorts or baggy clothes
Loves Halloween
Overall a menace to society, more so than he is in zaun
Avoids relationships at school. He says it’s a waste of time but In reality he is just terrified of messing it up.
Got made fun of for his hair, so he started putting it a man bun
Really interested in history but not good at it.
Went through a massive fnaf phase and still isn’t completely over it
Clagger
Thriving in every subject, other than art and PE
Gets money out of tutoring others
Tries to help powder and mylo in subjects they aren’t doing great in
Cleanest room in the house
Lives in hoodies and flannels.
Has pictures and articles of space stuff all over his walls
Followed by a professional telescope kept tidy in the corner of his room.
The main one who gets bullied at school and the main one Mylo sticks up for.
Always looking for his glasses. A l w a y s
Usually the one to clean up Powders room
Does extra maths after school… for fun…
Massive Marvel fan
Definitely has an innocent crush on black widow
Also loves comics
He wants to draw but he just can’t get the hang of it. So he dropped art
Imagines himself being an astronomer or chef one day
Strangely good with cars
As soon as Vander introduced him to star wars he got hooked
Him and mylo bond over it
Has Lego figured of darth vaders headgear
Powder
Doing well in school but not classed as one of the good kids
Always playing pranks on teachers
Regularly scolded by Vi for stealing the teachers stuff
Very good at cross country
Does a lot of sports
Adored by her art teacher
Her best friend is definitely ekko
Anime lover
Has Disney princess bed sheets for sure
Followed by hundreds of old princess dresses in her wardrobe from when she was younger
Obsessed with bath bombs
Massive sweet tooth and Vander limits the amount of fizzy drinks she’s allowed
Always sneaks to the shop after school to get a coke
Does gymnastics and competes
You can imagine the whole gang will be there cheering her on
Im sorry but she would definitely went through a roblox/gatcha kid phase 😭
She’d also hate herself for it
She’s the ‘popular’ girl in her year but only because she’s brave enough to mess with the teachers. And because everyone knows she’s related to mylo and vi.
Mainly gets picked on my older kids, who vi ends up beating the living shite out of.
Vi
Definitely in a boxing club
Stoner!!!!
Frequently gives herself stick n pokes
Pierced her own ears
Loves artists like p!nk, lady gaga, Amy winehouse, Radiohead and Lana del ray and has posters of them.
Would also like the occasional punk rock
Gives of massive Chloe vibes from life is strange
She is an average student in school, not caring too much about her grades but still passing.
Spends her free time working out, skating, helping Vander, playing minecraft with powder or out doing something sketchy.
Doesn’t quite understand minecraft but tries to play anyway.
“Everythings a cube?”
“Yeah vi… that’s kinda the whole point”
The first to get their drivers licence out of all the kids
Gets a motorbike instead of a car
She’s usually the one to shove mylo in lockers at school
Gets the most phone calls home too if you Couldnt already guess
Gets asked out by thousands of guys till everyone catches on that she is 💅
Openly flaunts her relationship with cait cause she adores her so much.
Went through a hunger games phase
Mainly because she had a massive thing for katniss
Vander
Massive top gear fan
Still Owns a bar (which they all live above) but works part time as a mechanic
Has a massive family car for everyone
Tried online dating but stopped when he got catfished
Does NOT understand technology and is honestly a little scared by it
Is that dad to turn up at school and intimidate the kids when he finds out one of his children are being bullied.
Frames powders drawings and hangs them around the house
Goes all out for holidays
Especially for powder, he will dress up as Santa and everything
Loves playing Lego with the kids
They made an entire Lego city together once until ekko tripped over claggers toy lightsaber and broke everything
Gives the kids weekly pocket money
Rolling Stones and a Queen lover
Blasting Bohemian rhapsody when picking the kids up from school
Very into the guitar and attempted to teach all the kids. Mylo was the only one to take interest
Probably takes the piss out of Americans
I don’t know why, he just likes to mock their accent when they do it to him.
It’s his main source of entertainment
Massive Disney fan
Ekko
BIGGEST TEACHERS PET
above average in everything
Loves dance and takes after school club in street dance and tap
Emotional wreck
If he gets told off he will burst into tears and purposely make everyone feel bad
Is smart enough to help vi and mylo with their homework
Went through a Creepy pasta phase and gave himself nightmares
He then shared the stories with powder and infected her with nightmares too
Now he regularly checks his wardrobe at night to make sure slender man isn’t waiting for him.
Him and powder write little stories together. He does the writing and she draws the pictures for them.
Has a crippling fear of elevators
The kinda person to pet every single dog he sees
“Ekko!! That’s not a dog that’s a possum!!”
When he is older he would dye his hair every single colour.
Has a minecraft world dedicated to red stone contraptions
He blew up his console once with the amount of power it used
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Ice Cream and Fire Oven Pizza - Chapter 21
Pairing: Elsa x Lea/Axel || Side Pairing: Riku x OC
Summary: Modern AU. She's an introvert ball of nerves who works at Ice Palace, a mall food court ice cream shop. He's the outgoing, sassy goofball who works at the Pizza Planet across the way. Hilarity, snark, and fluffy romcom hijinks ensue.
Word Count: 11,394
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Credit for super friggin’ cute and super friggin’ amazing cover art goes to the super friggin’ talented ky-jane here on tumblr!
Cinnamon.
The scent of it.
That was the first thing I became aware of.
It was so… familiar and spicy and warm. The warmth spread into my cheeks and brought a smile to my lips, small and unbidden. Sunlight against my closed eyelids was the second thing I became aware of as it melted away the last dregs of sleepiness from my mind. I'd been dreaming. I wondered what about… must have been something good. I quietly yawned and stretched where I lay flat on my back before, slowly by surely, I opened my eyes.
Then I froze and my heart gave a violent jolt.
That wasn't my ceiling.
This wasn't my bed.
That-
That wasn't my arm draped across my stomach with its hand resting on my hip.
I mean, not unless it had gained some serious muscle mass from pumping the soft serve/milkshake machine at work. And even then, those muscles would have had to of been on some sort of weird time delay for them to just so suddenly and quite literally pop into existence overnight while I'd been asleep. Now granted, I don't know a lot about the way human anatomy works, particularly when it comes to muscles. That said, I think it was a safe bet to say that none of it worked that way.
Oh gosh, and I was just now becoming aware of a second unidentified arm. This one beneath the small of my back. I had to wonder how it'd gotten under me without waking me up. Or maybe… maybe it hadn't so much as gotten under me as I had rolled on top of it? Gah, who knew? And honestly, who really cared? The point wasn't how it got there but just the fact that it was there!
Confusion and panic levels skyrocketing, I tore my eyes away from the mystery arms, resting my head back into the mystery pillow to stare back up at the mystery ceiling. Then I craned my neck to the left to take in the mystery room with all the mystery clothing tossed about everywhere. Then I craned it to the right to-
-to come face to quite literal face with… well, a face.
My hand shot up to clamp over my mouth, silencing the startled gasp trying to escape. Heart slamming against my ribcage now, my wide eyes looked at the face. And I mean, really looked at it now that I was over the initial jumpscare. And I realized…
It was Lea's face.
More precisely, Lea's sleeping face.
Fingers still clutched over my lips, my rapid breathing through my nose gradually began to try and normalize as last night slowly started coming back to me. The dinner with Saïx. My nervous babbling that had led to the impromptu sleepover in Lea's room. The lizard - no, not lizard, salamander - named Bruni. Sitting in Lea's bed with him while we watched movies together. Though it hadn't so much as been watching as more so talking over them. And laughing. Oh yeah, there had been a lot of that, oddly enough. Well, odd for me, anyway. I remembered making it all the way through the first movie and starting the second one, but I couldn't remember finishing it. I guess I must have dozed off somewhere in the middle of it.
Lea too, it seemed. He was now curled up on his side next to me. Both of us were still on top of the comforter and if you hadn't guessed already, those were in fact his arms across my stomach and under my back. Though they certainly hadn't been there before I'd nodded off. Neither had been that leg of his that was currently slung across both mine, which was a thing that was just now coming to my attention. There must have been a remarkable amount of shifting around in our sleep on both our parts last night.
Well, well, Slumbering Lea… we meet again. We really have to stop bumping into each other like this.
But now the real question was… what to do?
Extract myself and make a hasty retreat without waking him, of course! I'd done it once before and, by gum, I could do it again! Sure, last time had been a little easier, since we'd just been sitting on a couch and the whole situation had been a little less… tangled. But so what if this time around was a little more challenging? I like a challenge!
I drew in a long breath, held it for a few seconds, then released it as soundlessly as possible. Okay, let's do this! First order of business? The top arm. Should be simple enough, right? Next would be the leg, which might be a bit trickier, but I'd cross that bridge when I got to it. Debating the best strategy for dealing with the arm for a few seconds, I at last settled on gripping one of his fingers between my index and thumb and gingerly, oh so very gingerly picking it up.
Easy does it now. No rush. Remember, slow and steady wins the race!
I'd only managed to lift his hand a couple inches however when I heard a low noise in his throat. I stiffened, stopping immediately and turning my head to look over at him, fearing I'd disturbed him from his dreams. But no, he seemed to be making the sound in his sleep. Frowning and furrowing his brow too, no less.
Suddenly, his hand broke free of my grasp and latched back onto my hip before both his arms were pulling me to him, hugging tightly around my waist as I was brought chest-to-chest with him. My cheeks burned red hot and I had to swallow my squeak as he buried his face into the crook of my neck, nuzzling his nose in close and inhaling deeply. Then he sighed and his whole body began to relax once more as he released a soft snore.
...jeez, he really was such a clingy sleeper!
Also, this had just made escaping a whole lot harder. What with him more firmly wrapped around me now, I had no clue how I was going to disentangle myself without waking him up.
His hold on me had at least slackened a bit, if only enough for me to ease back slightly. We were still pretty much nose to nose, but I had managed to regain a few bare inches between our bodies before being stopped by his arms still looped around my middle. Pondering how to overcome this new obstacle, I blew a few stray, frazzled bangs out of my face and looked at him again.
I mean, it's not like I had much else to do at the moment. Not while I was so thoroughly and undeniably stuck.
...gosh, he really was pretty, wasn't he? One might even say painfully so. Even with his guyliner all smudged and smeared like that. Even while he was asleep. Or perhaps, even more so while he was asleep. I don't know… maybe it just seemed that way because I could stare at him so openly without fear of being caught and getting flustered over it.
I wish we were real.
Those words suddenly came drifting back to me once more and I had to wonder...would it really have been so bad? If that's what he'd really said and truly meant it? I mean, one would think I should have been happy to hear those words, what with my silly little crush on him. And actually, I think there had been a tiny part of me that hadbeen happy. But it had gotten swiftly smothered and crushed under sheer, blind, uncontrollable panic. After all, there's a big difference between hoping for something and actually getting it. And just because a tiny wish in your heart might have the possibility of coming true, doesn't mean you're actually ready for it to, or… or prepared to open yourself up and deal with being so… so…
...vulnerable...
Not that it mattered, of course. Because that's not what he'd actually meant. He'd told me so himself. Stated it in no uncertain terms.
But… if say, for the sake of argument, he had actually meant it… what was I so afraid of? Really? Lea would never hurt me… right? No, I don't think he could, even if he tried, even if he wanted to. He was too sweet. He was too caring and gentle. He was-
Oh dear god, he was waking up.
Sucking in a breath, I tensed as I saw him start to shift and stir, as his eyelashes gave a little flutter before cracking ever so slightly open.
I, of course, proceeded to do the only logical and rational thing I could do in such a situation.
I screwed my eyes shut and pretended to be asleep.
Deal with the awkwardness of him knowing I'd been watching him while he slumbered? Uh-uh. Nope. No thank you. But crud, now I was too rigid, my face too scrunched up in my distress. He'd never buy the whole snoozing act, not like this! Come on, Elsa, be more natural! Relax, damn it, relax!
My mouth fell open and my tongue lolled out.
...not that relaxed!
I quickly tucked my tongue back in and cinched my mouth shut, hoping against all hope he hadn't woken up enough to witness that bit of unseemliness. If he had, there was no reaction. None that I could hear anyway. In fact, I wasn't hearing much of anything from him. Nor had his arms so much as even budged one millimeter from my waist. He… had woken up… right? Should I check? No, no, that might give me away. His breathing, at least, no longer sounded like he was asleep. But if that was true, what was he even-
A sudden heavy sigh from him startled me, almost making me jump and blow my cover, but I barely managed to keep it together. Then I felt him removing his hands, taking extra care and caution when easing the one out from underneath me. I dutifully and with great earnest continued to play dead. The bed then shifted and I knew he had stood up. There were a few beats of silence before a soft rustling noise could be heard… the shuffling of clothing, maybe? I wasn't quite sure. Listening to it for a few more seconds, my curiosity got the better of me and I furtively peeked one eye open.
My face erupted into searing, molten heat so fast, you would have mistaken it for the surface of the sun.
For there Lea stood - his back to me in all its leanly muscled glory - in nothing but his boxers.
My eye slammed shut again.
But not before I had a chance to see that said boxers were covered in cute, little cartoon ninjas.
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Why was he naked?!
Well, not technically naked, since he still had something on over his-
What the actual frick, was I actually arguing semantics with myself right now?!
...I should look again.
What?! No, I absolutely should not!
I should. Purely for reconnaissance reasons, of course, just to keep tabs on what he's doing.
No. No! I'm putting my foot down on this. What if he's even more naked now?
Why on earth would he be more naked?
I don't friggin' know! But did I really want to risk it?!
I'm gonna look.
Don't you dare.
I'm doing it.
Don't-
I looked.
...oh thank goodness, he was more clothed now. I don't think I'd still be breathing if he hadn't been. He'd put on a tanktop and PJ bottoms and was now ruffling his fingers through his hair as he moved over to crouch next to the terrarium, checking in on Bruni. Curling his finger up and down at the little guy, he then stood to his full height and started to turn in my direction. I squeezed my eyes shut once more. There was a pause before I heard some movement, followed by the sound of the door leading out into the living room opening and then closing as quietly as possible.
A breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding all but exploded out of me as I flopped over onto my back once more. I just concentrated on the messy collage of posters up on the ceiling, waiting for my frantic pulse to settle down and desperately trying to block out any attempts made by my stupid brain to bring up images of a certain redhead down to almost nothing but his birthday suit.
After a minute, I began to hear what sounded like the muffled clang of pots and pans beyond that door he'd disappeared through, most likely coming from the kitchen. Lea was making breakfast. For himself and Saïx. For me too, I suppose, come to think of it.
That's when it clicked. Why he had undressed and changed. We were going to be seen this morning by his roommate and he hadn't wanted to look like he'd slept in his clothes. Not after what had supposedly been a, er, ahem… wild night of passion with his girlfriend. That had actually been some good thinking on Lea's part.
I laid there for a few minutes more, seeing as how there wasn't exactly any rush for me to be up yet. I took the time I needed to make sure I had fully composed myself and was ready to face this day and whatever new challenges it may hold. Or at the very least, whatever new challenges breakfast may hold. Finally, I felt ready enough to sit myself up and get off the bed. I started crossing the room towards the door but only got half way before I heard it.
Voices beyond the door. Two of them. One obviously Lea. The other? Going to go with the obvious choice here and say Saïx.
I immediately froze mid step as I recalled last night. Recalled the last things I'd said and done in front of him before pulling a vanishing act into Lea's room. Oh gosh, how was I ever going to face him after that? I couldn't. Plain and simple. If I went out there, Saïx would merely take one look at me and I'd just shrivel up and die of humiliation right then and there. But what else could I do? I had to leave Lea's room at some point. It's not like I could just hide in here forever!
...hey, now there was an idea. I could just hide in here forever.
Damn it, Elsa, no! Stop being so ridiculous! You're going to woman up and march your little hiney straight out there! Saïx was a nice guy. He wasn't cruel. He probably wouldn't even bring it up, just pretend like it'd never happened. If he could be an adult about it and have some tact, then so could I!
My nostrils flared in determination and I gave my cheeks a couple light slaps before nodding firmly, making my way towards the door again. I reached it. My hand was going for the doorknob. My fingers were closing around it. I was about to turn it. Honestly, I really, truly was! But then I stopped again. This time however, it had nothing to do with Saïx or my anxiety.
No, this time what brought me up short was my reflection staring back at me in the long mirror hanging on the back of the door. More specifically, at what I was wearing. At my penguin-printed stockings, wrinkled now from what was most likely some tossing and turning last night. At my dress, rumpled and creased and looking quite clearly slept in.
Shoot, if Lea had taken care to not make it obvious that actual zilch had happened in his bed last night, I should make the same effort, shouldn't I? But unlike him, I didn't have half my wardrobe just scattered about the room for me to change into. Fudge, what was I even supposed to look like after spending the night with a boyfriend? I had no clue! No personal experience to draw from.
Think, think… okay, how did girls look and dress the morning after in movies and TV shows?
I pursed my lips to one side, turning around so my eyes could scan the bedroom. Then I took a step forward, shifting some of the discarded clothes on the carpet about with my foot. I bent down to pick one up, saw it was pants and shook my head, tossing it aside. Another step, some more sifting. Ah! There! My fingers closed around some fabric and I pulled it free of the others before straightening back up, taking it in both hands and spreading it out to reveal a shirt. A tee-shirt, to be more precise, one that was black and bore a faded, cracked symbol that kind of looked like a wide, fancy, angular V. Beneath it was a washed out image of some sort of red, mechanical-looking lion.
I frowned at the top.
Oh gosh, was I really going to go through with this?
...the answer was yes. Yes, I was.
Locking the bedroom door, I quickly shimmied out of my stockings and tossed them onto the bed. Next went my dress, joining the tights on the mattress. Then I pulled the shirt on over my head, doing my best to ignore his boy scent clinging to it as I shoved my arms through the sleeves and tugged the hem as far down as it would go, which turned out to be about mid-thigh. It fit surprisingly well. Maybe that shouldn't have come as such a surprise - the boy did have a tendency to wear his shirts rather tight.
...not that I noticed such things.
I turned to face my reflection once more, giving myself a quick once over. Yes, I think this would do quite nicely. But then my eyes settled on my braid in the mirror, messy and a bit tangled. Clearly, that wouldn't do. I pulled it free, quickly unraveling it before combing my fingers through my hair a few times and ruffling it about a bit. There. That looked more appropriately bed-tousled now.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Bruni out and about in his enclosure, eyeing me from atop one of his rocks. I grinned and asked him softly, "How do I look?"
He licked his eyeball.
I snorted, muttering, "One of these days I'm going to have to figure out what that means. For now, I'll just take it as a compliment." I then looked back down at the doorknob. My hand started reaching for it, but hesitated midway. My fingers clenched into a ball. Then unclenched. I took a tiny, trembling breath against the nervous tightening in my chest.
Alright, Elsa, quick mental checklist. Boyfriend shirt? On. Legs? Bare. Hair? Down. Plan of attack? Locked and loaded. You got this. I gave myself a quick shake, hitched my chin, squared my shoulders and opened the door.
Saïx seated at the dining table was the first thing I saw when I silently padded out. His back was to me as he took a sip from a glass of water, his eyes seemingly glued to his laptop screen, free hand tapping away at the keyboard. There was a warm plate of food on the table between it and him, along with a second full dish laid out before the empty seat to his right.
Lea was in the kitchen, fixing another plate together. He didn't look my way immediately for he seemed too focused on his task, but he must have heard me open the door for he called out a chipper, "Mornin', babycakes! Hope you're hungry! I whipped us up some eggs benny and crispy home fr-"
This was the exact second he turned to look at me, eyes going round.
Which, incidentally, was also the same exact second he dropped the plate he was holding.
"Shit!" he jerked back as it shattered against the linoleum, making food spatter everywhere and me wince. He squatted down and started snatching up the broken shards. However his slack-jawed gaze drifted back up towards me, his hands slowing. Then he flinched and dropped all the jagged pieces, hissing out a soft, "Fuck," as he looked back down at his now bleeding finger.
I rushed forward, passing Saïx (who hadn't even so much as looked up, just remained concentrated on his computer) and stretching my hand out towards Lea, "Here, let me help you with-"
He blanched and yelped, "Don't!" Leaping towards me, he slipped on some Hollandaise but managed to catch himself with a desperate grab for the edge of the countertop before finally reaching me, grabbing my arms and stopping me in my tracks right at the threshold of the kitchen. Then, with face full of stern intensity and utmost seriousness, he told me, "Foot slice, you will!"
I stared blankly back at him.
"Open!" he frantically tacked after a beat.
Oh. Well then, okay, when you put it that way, now it made total sense.
Except for, ya know… not. Not one bit.
He cleared his throat and tried again, "You'll slice your foot open! So don't go in there. Don't even worry about it, 'kay? I'll take care of it." I gave a slow nod and he puffed out a relieved breath. Then he made a pained tch through his teeth, releasing me to stick his still bloody fingertip into his mouth before taking it back out to shoot a tiny scowl at the cut.
Okay, so there had been a minor hiccup. But one shattered plate changed nothing. My plan of attack was still a go.
Ignoring the heat I felt creeping up the back of my neck now, my face hardened with resolve as I told him, "Good morning." Then while he was still distracted by giving his finger the evil eye, I stretched up onto my tiptoes and planted a kiss firmly to his cheek.
That was it. That was my whole plan.
Saïx better be getting a good eyeful, seeing how this bit of theater (complete with costume) was being put on purely for his benefit.
Lea's spine snapped rigid as he locked a wide-eyed stare on me. Strange. Why did he suddenly seem so flushed? Dropping my gaze to his injured finger, I stepped closer to him, taking his hand in mine as I asked, "Are you okay? Let me see."
He opened his mouth and words came out. Or at least, I think they were supposed to be words. However, they sounded more like garbled gibberish. I blinked then looked back up at him, knitting my eyebrows together. He abruptly staggered back a step, yanking his hand free of my grasp so he could cough into his fist and thump it against his chest, croaking out, "Fine." Further coughing and chest thumping, then he repeated with more strength, "Fine. I'm, uh… I'm f-fine… Chair!" I jumped in surprise as he suddenly lunged for a seat, the one across the table from Saïx. Pulling it out, he said, "Please. You. Down. Er… here?"
I frowned uncertainly before sitting in it.
I mean, I think that's what he was asking me to do.
As he pushed it in behind me, I said, "You're certainly very, ah… eloquent this morning."
"Sorry," he chuckled weakly. "Better mouth, I'll make." He tensed, one eye ticking before grounding out slowly, "I'll. Talk. Better." Then he shoved the second plate of food that was already on the table - which I assumed had originally been for him - from its spot in front of the empty chair over towards me before he all but bolted back into the kitchen.
...why did he keep talking like Yoda?
Glancing across the table, I noticed that I didn't seem to be the only one confused. Behind his sleek glasses (that I'd just realized he was wearing now that I could fully see his face) Saïx's dull stare was flicking back and forth between me and Lea, one eyebrow quirked.
I heard Lea grunt out a low "Ow" behind me, followed by the tinkle of what I assumed was more of those plate shards. Seemingly losing interest again, Saïx's eyes returned to his laptop as he called out dryly, "Might I suggest the broom and dustpan?"
There was a long pause. Then a sheepish laugh, "Right. Broom. Smart."
The sound of feet scrambling, followed by a thud, then Lea suddenly appeared over next to the small door leading into the pantry. Retrieving said cleaning implements out of it, he slammed it shut once more before our eyes met and he froze. Then with a dopey, lopsided grin, he clicked his tongue and shot me a finger gun, nearly dropping the broom with the action. He fumbled to catch it, winced, then darted back around the corner, disappearing into the kitchen once more.
...he was acting so weird.
Sighing, I took my fork up in hand and started picking at my food, eating a few of the fried potatoes. I could hear Lea sweeping back there, intermixed with what also sounded like him throwing together another plate of food for himself. After a few more minutes, he reappeared at the pantry to shove both items back in, the broom handle popping back out to smack him in the face before he managed to slam the door shut with a tiny growl. Then he looped back around through the kitchen, coming out the other side with his fresh dish in hand and taking a seat between me and Saïx. As his plate clattered unceremoniously onto the table, I noticed his eggs Benedict looked a lot more sloppily thrown together than my own.
He looked at me. Then down at his breakfast. Then back at me, this time with another grin and an oddly hoarse, "Hi."
"...hi?" I smiled back hesitantly.
His lips parted, then clicked shut again. Then parted once more, taking in a breath like he was actually going to say something this time. But nope, false alarm. He hastily looked away and plonked his elbow on the table, propping the front of his chin against his palm, teeth gnawing on the side of his hand as his knee started jiggling up and down. His eyes kept flicking about, one second staring straight ahead, the next at me out of his peripheral. Then back and forth again. And yet again. That redness started creeping into his face once more.
I elected to fixate on my food, cutting into my poached egg and slipping a bite into my mouth. I didn't know what else to do, really. What to say. There was something… heavy in the air, though I didn't know quite what exactly. Whatever it was, it made finding words difficult, even for small talk. If Saïx noticed the odd tension, he gave no outward sign as he continued to type away at the keys. Several minutes ticked by where that tip-tapping from the laptop was all that could be heard.
Suddenly I felt tiny pleasant tingles trailing through my scalp. With a start, I looked up to discover Lea watching me through half-lidded eyes as he gently tucked my pale bangs behind my ear. His fingers went on from there to tangle themselves in my hair and lightly run through the length of it, all the way down to the bottom, eliciting a little shiver from me. Then our eyes met, he blinked, gaze widening and snatching his hand back. His fingers splayed and flexed before curling into a fist that he shoved between his knees as he let out a gruff, "Sorry."
Face hot, I averted my eyes. "What for? You have no reason to be."
He was just doing his part as my rent-a-boyfriend, after all.
"Right. Sorry… about the, uh… the…" he cleared his throat, "...about the first sorry."
And once again, Saïx's typing took over in dominating the table conversation.
I put my fork down to tug at the hem of my borrowed shirt. I should have found a longer one. I hadn't taken into account the fact that it'd ride up a bit while I was sitting. Unfortunately, pulling at it seemed to be doing little good.
Making a small noise in his throat, Lea stared hard up at the ceiling, knee frantically bouncing once more.
"Did you say something?" I asked him as I retrieved my fork.
"What? No. Me? No. Mm-mm," he shook his head rapidly. Then he inhaled sharply through his nose and held it, unblinking eyes staring off into space for a few seconds before releasing the breath noisily. "Actually! Saïx! Brother! Bro! Brometheus! Bromie G-Funk! C-3PBro! My one and bronly! How'd, um… how'd work go last night?"
Saïx's fingers stilled and he glanced towards Lea, frowning at him over the rim of his glasses. "...you already asked me that while you were cooking earlier."
"Oh," he chuckled. "Right." Saïx resumed clacking away. He couldn't have gotten more than a few words written however before Lea spoke up once more, "What was the answer again?"
Twitching, Saïx came to another stop. "It went fine," he enunciated, tone flat and even.
"That's right, I remember now," Lea nodded slowly. "Heh… riveting."
Saïx went back to ignoring him.
With only a few bites left on my dish at this point, I glanced over at Lea's and realized he'd hardly touched his. "You haven't eaten much."
"Huh?" He glanced my way, crimson flooding back into his cheeks. Then down at his breakfast, both eyebrows raised as if he wasn't exactly sure what it was he was looking at now. "I…? Oh! Silly me. Forgot. Must be distracted by all this… lively discourse!" Seizing his fork, he scooped it through some potatoes, brought it up to his mouth and bit down.
Straight into the metal fork handle.
For you see, he'd picked it up the wrong way.
"Been using forks long?" Saïx deadpanned, not looking up from his laptop screen.
Lea's eyelids drooped as he flipped him the bird. And there his knee went again, jounce, jounce, jouncing away at a mile a minute as he tossed the silverware back down onto the table. "You know what? Don't think I'm all that hungry after all."
I tipped my head to one side, squinting at him. What was with him today? First with fumbling things - the plate, the broom - and just his unusual amounts of clumsiness in general. Then of course there'd been his jumbled and incoherent talking. Now the mixup with the fork and he had no appetite? Not to mention he was still really red. Like, super red. It was almost as if he were-
Wait… could it be…? Was he…?
Of course! That must be it! Oh gosh, it was so obvious now! Why hadn't I realized it sooner?
"Are you sick?" I leaned towards him, pressing the backs of my curled fingers to his forehead. He stiffened under my touch, going stock still. I frowned, "You're a little warm. You might have a fever." I trailed my knuckles down to his cheek, checking to see if the temperature was consistent throughout his face.
"Fine!" he snagged my wrist and abruptly stood, knee whacking the underside of the table as he did so, causing all the plates to give a violent rattle. "I'm… I feel fine! Just…" he hastily dropped my wrist, his hand going to drag along the nape of his neck, "...it's just it's... way too hot in this place! Yeah! I'm gonna go open up a window, get some fresh air in here!" He practically blurred into the kitchen, throwing the one just over the sink wide open with a loud bang before rushing back into his seat, nearly toppling it and him over with his momentum.
"Ah, much better, don'tcha think?" he beamed. Then without waiting for an answer, he started shoveling food into his mouth like a man starved - thankfully with the correct end of the fork this time. He only stopped when he realized we were both staring at him. He swallowed his current mouthful and gave a small laugh, "Er… turns out there was a bit of a rumbly in my tumbly after all?"
...if this was him trying to convince us he wasn't suffering from some sort of bug, he was failing. Miserably.
With a drawn-out sigh through his nose, Saïx slowly began to rise from his own chair. As he picked up his own plate, I was a little surprised to see he had already finished every last morsel on it. I hadn't noticed him eating at all. I hadn't even thought his fingers had ever left his keyboard this whole time.
As he walked past us towards the kitchen, I finished the last bite on my plate before standing as well. Lea glanced my way out of the corner of his eye while chewing, so I took the opportunity to smile softly at him and place my hand on his shoulder. The muscle twitch beneath my fingertips and his jaw stilled as I told him quietly, "Thank you. It was delicious."
Then I took my plate and turned to follow Saïx into the kitchen. As I walked, I could feel this tiny itch in the center of my back right between my shoulderblades. I think Lea's gaze was still on me. Shrugging it off, I came to a stop next to Saïx as he ran the faucet over his dish and squirted some soap into a sponge. I got in line to wash my own plate, setting it down on the countertop beside the sink while I waited.
Saïx gave me a quick look and we exchanged smiles. The tiny, awkward smiles of two antisocial shut-ins. Oddly enough, I felt comfortable in our mutual introversion. I hadn't even thought once about the way I'd embarrassed myself last night in front of him. Though, I guess that could just be because I'd been too distracted by Lea's weirdness all morning. Regardless, Saïx and I then settled into a companionable silence as he set to work.
And still that itch along my spine remained.
A breeze drifted in through the window over the sink, brushing along my skin and toying with strands of my hair. I gave a low hum at how nice it felt and I reached back to gather my locks together, sweeping them forward over one shoulder where I idly began to finger-comb them.
The scraping of Lea's chair along the floor was the only warning I had, one that I paid little mind to.
The next I knew, his arms were slipping around my waist to hug me from behind and his lips were pressing a soft, tender kiss to the side of my neck. Shockwaves of icy heat cascaded out from that one small point to ripple throughout the rest of my body.
I was forgetting to do something. I think it was important. Possibly even life sustaining and-
Ah. Breathing. That was it.
Lea lingered for a few seconds more, his breath warming the now hypersensitive skin there and I had to suppress a small quiver. The tip of his nose brushed along my jawline as he then brought his lips up to my ear, whispering silkily, "For appearances." Aka, for Saïx, standing not two feet away from us. Lea planted one more swift peck to my temple before withdrawing his arms and pulling away.
Oh gosh, he'd been right. It was really so very hot in here, wasn't it? Sweltering, in fact. Were there more windows we could open? I think I was on the verge of melting here.
I slowly brought a hand up to cover the spot where it still tingled from his lips, casting a brief glance back over my shoulder. Lea had settled himself against the counter on the opposite side of the kitchen, his fingers drumming along its edge, his head bowed and eyes darting about, landing on anything and everything but me. I looked forward once more, biting down into my lower lip and rubbing the back of my leg with my other foot. The skin under my palm felt like it was searing and I could swear he'd left a scorch mark there. I didn't know what to do with this. How to react. I mean, it was okay… right? I had given him permission after all to kiss any bare skin with the only thing off limits being directly on the mouth. He'd just never kissed… there before. No one had. I hadn't expected it to be so, er… intimate.
With a start, I realized Saïx was studying me, expression unreadable. To be fair, that's how his face usually was. Still, I suddenly felt self-conscious and I had to resist the urge to fidget under his scrutiny. He looked away, sticking his dish on the drying rack and reaching for mine, muttering, "I'll take care of it."
I frowned, "But-"
"Wouldn't want another broken plate," he said simply as he put it under the flow of steaming water. I furrowed my brow at the statement and he closed his eyes. "You look like you might be catching the same illness Lea has."
Blast it all, I needed to figure out how to get this whole stupid blushing issue of mine under control! It used to not be such a problem. I never used to blush at all, not until Lea waltzed into my life.
The big, dumb, beautiful jerk.
"...thank you," I murmured, referring to my dish with a nod, unable to come up with anything better to say. Perhaps now would just be a good time to escape. I turned to go only to end up stumbling back into the counter, biting back a yelp.
For I hadn't expected Lea to suddenly be standing right there, smack dab in front of me all super close now. His hand was raised, frozen midway to my face. He looked guilty, like a kid who'd been caught reaching into the cookie jar. His wide eyes darted from me to his hand and back again. Then he muttered under his breath, "Welp. This is happening."
I cocked an eyebrow. "Wha-?"
That one syllable was all I got out before he'd suddenly hoisted me up and slung me over his shoulder like a sack of flour. My fingers scrabbled and clutched at the back of his tanktop, trying to find purchase so I could prop myself up.
Just what the heck was he doing now?!
He erupted into booming laughter and slapped Saïx on the shoulder. "Well, my dude, got another hour to kill before my class starts, so I think the lil lady and I are gonna head back to my room for round two!" My head shot up, face roasting. Excuse me? "Or is it round eight? Round nine? Bah, I've lost track since last night!" Well that was certainly a bold claim there, stud. "That's right, a lil more of the ol' forbidden polka, if ya know what I mean." Even that oven mitt over there knew what you meant. Seriously, you can stop now. "Boinking! That's what I mean!" And yet, he was still going. "Ya know, really rattle the ol' headboard! Except, ah, heh… no headboard. But still-" I kneed him in the gut, forcing a grunt out of him. I think he got the hint. "Right! Anyway! I know you're heading to bed now, so we'll try to keep the roughhousing to a minimum! No promises though! Sleep tight, man!"
Thankfully, mercifully, he spun us around then so he could carry me off to his room. That brought me face-to-face with Saïx as Lea jogged off. The man's expression was as indecipherable as ever as he watched us go, but if I had to take a guess, I'd say he looked just about as bewildered as I felt. That was the last thing I saw before Lea crossed the threshold and kicked his door shut behind him.
My back was suddenly hitting the mattress as he dropped me into his bed. I sat up quickly, bracing myself on one hand as I tucked my legs in beside me and yanked down the hem of my shirt. Then I looked up at Lea and my whole body tensed.
He was standing at the foot of the bed, so very still and just… staring at me. His face was a mask, giving nothing away. But his eyes… now those were a different story. They were so intense, so dark and… swirling with something I couldn't quite put a name to. It was sucking all the oxygen out of the room. It made my fingers unconsciously grip at the comforter more tightly. Made my pulse race and the spot on my neck where his lips had been prickle slightly.
Neither of us moved or spoke for several seconds. Several… very long seconds. When I did finally manage to find my voice, it was small and uncertain as I asked, "...Lea?"
He blinked at the sound of his name. Once, twice, then slowly gave his head a small shake, like he was coming out of some sort of trance. He grimaced, bringing one hand up to cover his face but not before I spotted some of that redness creeping back into it. He groaned, dragging his palm down to just over his mouth instead, eyes narrowed on the floor as he grumbled, "Sorry, I'm… I was just… ah, nevermind."
He turned away, dragging his feet towards the bathroom door and stretching one arm over his head as he went. "I'm gonna hop in the shower. I take 'em long, so you should have more than enough time to change, but I'll knock before coming back in justa be on the safe side. Saïx's probably back in his own room already, so you can wait out there if ya want. Or in here. Wherever. Then I can drop ya off any place you want on my way to class, 'kay?"
It took him glancing back my way from beyond the door frame for me to realize he was actually waiting for some sort of reply. "...okay," was the best I could come up with, still in the same tone I'd said his name. He gave a tired-looking smile and a small nod before closing the door. It wasn't until I heard the shower running that all that tension coiling inside of me at last dispersed and my whole body slumped.
Something strange had just happened. I didn't know what. All I knew was I felt relief now that it was over. But also… oddly enough, a bit… disappointed?
Shaking the feeling away, I scooched myself off the bed and quickly changed back into my own clothes, leaving his shirt on the mattress. Then I slipped into my ankle boots, zipping them up before pulling my hair back into a loose ponytail. Not forgetting the Twilight University course catalog, I grabbed it off the nightstand, my fingers fiddling with one of its corners as I glanced about the room.
It was actually feeling a bit claustrophobic in here, so maybe waiting out in the living room would be for the best. Or better yet, out on the sidewalk where I could get some fresh air. Yeah, that sounded like just what I needed right now. Giving Bruni a tiny wave with one finger, I moved to the door and quietly opened it a crack to peek out.
I could make out the dining table, where the only thing left on it was Lea's half eaten breakfast - Saïx had probably felt zero obligation to clean up after his brother. His laptop was gone so it looked like he had indeed retreated to his own bedroom. I quietly slipped out, softly shutting the door behind me before leaning back against it, closing my eyes and heaving a low sigh through my nose.
"You two aren't really dating."
Those five little words made me jolt and nearly topple over, but I steadied myself against the door. My breathing shallow, I glanced to the left to discover Saïx standing in his own doorway, arms crossed and shoulder propped against the frame. His eyes were pinning me with a flat look, his lips settled into an almost imperceptible frown.
I paled, both eyebrows shooting up my forehead as I stammered, "I… We… That is… How did you-"
"Don't worry," he harrumphed, turning his head to one side. "Your secret is safe with my indifference."
...well that was good
At least, I think it was.
I tucked in my bottom lip, eyes shifting about for a few seconds. "...what... gave it away?"
"I wish we were real," he recited Lea's words blandly, the same ones that had been haunting me since last night. So Saïx had overheard that after all. "There were other things after that. Things I might have overlooked otherwise despite the fact that Lea can be painfully transparent sometimes."
My head tilted to the left. "What do you mean?"
He held my gaze for a long moment. Then his eyes closed and he gave a soft, almost amused hmph. "That would be telling. Regardless, it'd probably be for the best if you kept him away from alcohol for the remainder of your little charade, however long that may be." He turned his back to me, reaching for his door but then stopped. "And please… try to be careful with my brother. I'd rather not see him get hurt."
"...hurt?" I blinked. "What-"
But he simply closed his door, leaving me to wonder at his cryptic words.
"Actually, could you please drop me off at the mall instead?"
Lea glanced my way, tipping his head forward so he could look at me over his aviators. Then he smirked, pushing the sunglasses back up with his middle finger as his eyes returned to the road and he flicked off his turn signal. "Good for you," he said as we sped past my apartment complex.
I shrugged, twisting a tendril of my ponytail between my fingers. "I'm just going to talk to them. It's no big deal."
"Sure that's all it is," he nodded solemnly, still grinning. He was back to his usual self again. Not a trace left of that weirdness from earlier this morning. Guess that shower he took really did the trick. "You're gonna love Sally and Jack. They're quite the characters… bit oddball, but some of the nicest, friendliest people you'll ever meet. And I'm calling it now: they're gonna adore you. I wouldn't be surprised if they offered you the lead in their musical after only talking to ya for five minutes."
Snorting, I rolled my eyes, "That's not how it works."
"You're right. I'm selling you short." Out popped that dimpled of his, "Make that three minutes."
"Shush," I shoved his shoulder and he chuckled as he turned the car into the Dusk Town Center parking lot.
"Alright, alright, I'll shush up about it," he mimed zipping his lips. "You know where Halloween Town is in there, right? Remember how to get to Blitzball Sports from the food court? It's not too far past that, just keep an eye out for the swirling dark vortex of spook and nightmare, ya can't miss it."
"Sounds like I'm in for a treat," I gave a small smile.
"Something like that," he snerked as he pulled up to the curb in front of the mall entrance, the flow of shoppers coming and going around us thick at the moment. Lea reached across me to open my car door and I was mildly irked at the tiny flutter my heart gave in response to his sudden nearness. He didn't pull back right away, instead raising his sunglasses to sit atop his hair as he looked over at me, his eyes crinkling. Then his hand cupped the back of my head, pulling me close so he could plant a light kiss to my forehead. "Have fun, meu chuchuzinho," he beamed, his fingers mussing up my bangs.
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Portuguese," he chirped, answering my unvoiced question, "for my lil squash!"
Not even gracing that with a reply, I just heaved a sigh, unbuckled my seatbelt, smoothed my hair and got out of the car.
He called out after me, "We'll say that one's a maybe! And oh! Almost forgot. If you run into Vanibutt at Halloween Town, don't take anything that lil punkass says too seriously. He's like that 'round all girls. My guess? His mom didn't give him enough hugs as a kid. Just call him Beetlejuice, got it? He likes it."
My eyelids drooped. "Somehow I highly doubt that," I said, closing the car door before he could make any further wisecracks.
He just winked and made heart hands at me through the window before driving away. I shook my head as I watched him go, face warming as my fingertips brushed over my forehead at the same spot where his lips had just been.
I hadn't mentioned anything to him about what Saïx had said to me. About the fact that he'd figured out our little secret. Somehow, I'd got the impression from Saïx that our little talk was supposed to stay just between us. I guess it really wouldn't have made a difference if Lea knew one way or another. Still, it felt weird not telling him. Maybe Saïx would tell Lea himself in his own time. Puffing out a breath, I waited until I could no longer see his car before I turned and passed through those double doors leading into the food court.
It didn't take me long to find my way back to Blitzball Sports. Business was slow in there at the moment and I could see inside where two employees were bouncing a ball back and forth between them. They honestly looked like a couple of beach bums, the shorter one with shaggy, sandy hair and the other with a 'do done up into a large, orange coif. Next door at the Glass Slipper, I could see the shoe clerk there - a blonde girl in her teens - being run ragged by a particularly nasty looking customer and her two bratty daughters. Ah, the joys and glamor of customer service. Silently sending my sympathy to the poor salesperson, I pushed onward.
Hm, let's see here… Hair, Here, Everywhere? No, that was a hair and beauty salon. Looking past the Flower Gleam And Glow poster on the window boasting a new anti-aging cream, I spotted one of the stylists - an energetic young woman whose employment in a barber shop seemed rather ironic. Her long flaxen hair down to her ankles had probably never known the firm snip of a pair of scissors.
Next to that, we had… what did that old, broken, retro sign even say? Space Paranoids? Yeesh, it was certainly gaudy with all those light-up neon tubes decorating its walls, wasn't it? Oh gosh, I think it was a laser tag place. I didn't even know those still existed nowadays.
Then there was the little kiosk in the middle of the walkway, dubbed The Key Graveyard. Some sort of key copy booth, I think. I edged my way around it, giving it a wide berth. The bald, old man working it had creepy eyes that gave me the willies.
Oh, now there was a store name I recognized: The Crayon Box. And what luck, Naminé was even behind the counter there at the moment. She caught my eye with a sweet smile and a wave. I returned it before moving on, looking to my left. Across the way from the little art supply store was…
Ah-ha! Halloween Town! Lea's words hadn't done it justice. The whole store front was decorated with gothic tombstones, synthetic yet sinister jack-o-lanterns, and eerie silhouette cutouts of shadow faces. The doorway was even fashioned with a large wrought iron gate to give one the impression of walking into a decrepit old cemetery.
I hesitated at the entrance, gnawing on my lower lip. It wasn't the ghoulish ambiance that was giving me pause however. Instead it was a familiar, chilling doubt creeping its way up inside my chest.
What was I even doing here? Did I really think I could talk? To strangers? About singing? In a musical, no less? A musical, for crying out loud! Did I not know myself but at all? What was I thinking? If I was struggling to even go inside right now to merely introduce myself to a couple new people, what made me think I could ever possibly stand on a stage to perform in front of a whole auditorium?
...then again… musicals were a little different, weren't they? Musicals had scripts. Scripts made things so much easier. Scripts made it so you knew exactly what to expect. No surprises, no uncertainty, all you had to do was stick to the script. Scripts were comfortable. Life would be so much simpler if it were like a musical, one where I had a script to follow. Musicals were just so… nice. Full of songs and dancing. You'd forget the audience was even there and all you were left with was pure joy. I remembered how they made me feel as a child. Like I finally had somewhere I truly belonged. Being a part of them was the last time I remembered feeling like I had been sincerely, genuinely happy. I… think I might like it… if maybe I could recapture some of that old feeling. Even just a little bit of it.
My hands clenched at my sides and my nostrils flared.
I could do this. I could walk inside, meet these individuals and ask some questions. Just a few measly questions. It didn't even have to go beyond that. I could change my mind at any time if I wanted to. This was nothing. Just one small step, that's all.
With a reassuring nod to myself, I marched inside.
The place looked like the Dark Prince Dracula himself had exploded in here. Just the whole doom and gloom aesthetic covering every inch from floor to ceiling. The store practically overflowed with its goth merch, making the walkways cramped as I tried to navigate through it all, looking for a Jack, a Sally, or someone who could point me to either of them. Unfortunately, I wasn't having any luck beyond running into a handful of shoppers perusing the goods. They gave me blank stares as I passed them. I must have stuck out like a sore thumb here.
Perhaps I was going about this all wrong. Maybe instead of me looking for an employee, I should just stop and let an employee find me. That did tend to be a part of the whole working retail shtick, after all.
As I came to a halt and waited for someone to (hopefully) ask me if I needed help finding anything, I glanced around. I had parked myself in front of one of the stores more, shall we say... unique items for sale. A very large, very regal, very frightful looking high-backed prop chair embellished in plastic skeletons and glowing jack-o-lanterns. I squinted at the little plaque next to it on the black wall, declaring it to be the throne of the Pumpkin King. Jeez, it was expensive too. Who would even pay that much for such a monstrosity?
"You lost, little girl?"
I gasped, jumping at the sudden voice. Wait… I recognized that voice. Had heard it not too long ago. But had it really come from where it sounded like it had? Wrinkling my brow, I looked up.
There, sitting atop the high backrest of the throne with an elbow propped on one knee and chin in his palm, was none other than Vanitas. He smirked down at me from his perch, gold eyes flickering bright in this otherwise dark place. There was something moving, cozying itself up around his shoulders… some sort of critter, I suspected, but it was hard to tell from down here.
Well, I'd been hoping someone who worked here would find me. I guess this was the very definition of be careful what you wish for because you might just get it.
I took a step backwards, fidgeting with my fingers. "Um… Excuse me, but could you help me find-"
"Sorry," he grumbled in a tone that was anything but apologetic as he hopped down to land in front of me, pointing a finger at his now apathetic expression, "but does this look like the face of someone who gives two fucks what you want?"
I grimaced, moving another step back. His gaze was making me anxious and I was unable to hold it, instead opting to shift my eyes over to the creature on his shoulder. Now that it was closer, I could see it was a hairless sphynx cat, black with red eyes. Did its collar say… Flood? What a strange thing to name a pet. I must not have been reading it right. Licking my dry lips, I muttered, "Well, I… suppose I'll just go find someone else th-"
"What was your name again?" Vanitas interrupted me, eyes narrowing as he got in my face now. It seemed he had absolutely zero awareness of personal boundaries. He started to slowly circle me, eyeing me up and down, "...Emma? Ilsa?"
"Elsa," I corrected with a tiny scowl, back stiff as I felt a chill creep up it while he passed behind me. This guy was getting on my nerves. Before I could stop myself, I snapped, "And yours was what? Beetlejuice?"
...can't believe you actually went there, mouth. That was childish. Lea was a bad influence.
"Cute. Bet your boyfriend told you to say that," he snerked, finishing his tiny lap around me and coming to a stop, bringing us face-to-face once more. His cat was making a low growling noise as it watched me and Vanitas brought up his fingers to scratch behind one of its large, jagged ears. "Still, it took balls to actually say it. Looks like you got some bite beneath your chilly exterior, eh Frosty?"
My scowl deepened and I backed up another step, my spine coming into contact with the end of a wide shelf. I hoped he couldn't hear the small tremor in my voice as I shot back, "And looks like you have a bad memory beneath your boorish exterior. I just told you what my name is and it isn't Frosty."
Elsa, Queen of the Death Wish.
Seriously, why was I antagonizing this guy? This was a bad idea. I knew that and yet I couldn't seem to help myself. He was making me antsy. My heartbeat hammered and my hands were clammy. I felt a bit like a cornered animal, lashing out in a futile attempt to keep a larger predator at bay.
His lips curled wolfishly. At least he seemed to find me amusing. Although, I wasn't quite sure if that was really a good thing. "You know, I'm starting to see why Red has his panties all in a twist over you." His cat leapt down to the floor and started weaving itself between my ankles. Doing my best not to trip over it, I tried to sidestep so I could regain some distance and possibly even altogether escape but Vanitas's hand shot out, palm slamming against the shelf behind me, his arm now blocking my path.
"Yeah," he continued, rubbing a curled finger to his chin as his unsettling grin grew toothier, "you got sorta this whole pure, innocent Catholic schoolgirl vibe going on that really makes a guy want to corrupt the fuck outta you. Tell ya what, Frosty," he leaned in closer and my jaw clenched as he clacked his silver tongue stud against his teeth, "if you ever get bored of that loser, gimme a call. I'll show you a real good t-"
"Bad Vani!" Suddenly the boy was getting spritzed in the side of the face with some kind of liquid and he jerked back, stumbling away from me. A young woman stepped forward, glowering at him as she sprayed him a couple more times with the water bottle she was holding. "Stop scaring the customers!"
"God fucking damnit, woman!" he snarled back, angrily scrubbing his sleeve along his damp cheek. "You can't do that to me! I am darkness! I am fear! I am-"
Eyelids drooping, she squirted his face with more water. He spat out a long string of curse words before flipping her off and running away, his cat hissing and scampering after him.
Sighing and shaking her head, she then turned to me with a small smile, "Sorry about him. We keep him around because he's really good with the regulars, but he does seem to take perverse pleasure in spooking any newcomers, or 'fresh meat,'" her fingers bounced in air quotes, "as he likes to call them. He shouldn't bother you again however. In any case, I'm Sally, how can I help you?"
Ah, so this was Sally. Thank goodness she didn't seem anything like her coworker. She was pretty, if somewhat distressingly pale. And that was coming from me, so that was saying something. Why, standing next to her, I practically looked tan. Her long red hair came down to her waist and peeking out from the neckline of her colorful, eccentric patchwork dress was a neck tattoo that looked like a line of crisscross stitches wrapping all the way around.
"Oh, er… hello…" my hands folded over one another against my stomach. Then fell awkwardly to my sides. Then, after some hesitation, I stretched one out for a handshake, "My name is Elsa. I…" my mind drew a total blank and my anxiety spiked. Grasping at straws, I blurted out the first thing I could remember, "Lea sent me."
Wow, that sounded so cloak-and-dagger.
Sally accepted my hand, her smile growing warmer. "Oh, so you're the one he's been talking our ears off about. Pleasure to make your acquaintance." She twisted around slightly, calling back over her shoulder, "Jack? Elsa's here. You remember… Lea's girlfriend?"
A few seconds later a man emerged from between the racks of black leather apparel and spiked accessories. Jeez, he was tall. At least as tall as Lea if not having him beat by a couple inches. The big difference here however was Lea at least had some meat on his bones, where as this guy was more just skin and bones. A walking stick. I'd give him this however, he was quite the dapper dresser in his black suit with a bit of goth flair to it. His short, poofy hair was a stark white and he struck me with a huge, face-splitting grin that would have given Sora a run for his munny.
"Ah yes! The one interested in trying out for our new production! Nice to meet you, nice to meet you!" He grabbed my hand with both of his, giving it a couple shakes that rocked my whole body. "Wow, just look at you! The hair, those eyes, that complexion! You would make an absolutely stunning Glinda!"
Placing gentle fingers on his arm, Sally said, "Slow down, Jack. Remember what Lea said?"
"Right! Sorry, I have a bad habit of getting ahead of myself in my enthusiasm," he laughed, long thin fingers scratching at his cheek. "You've been out of the musical game for a while now, isn't that right?"
Sweeping my ponytail forward to run my hands down it, I nodded. "Yes… yes, it's been a few years. Not since I was a child, in fact, so I'm a bit rusty." My face pinched and I looked down, "Well... more like a lot rusty."
"That's okay!" he brushed off, his hand batting the air. "We welcome everyone, especially beginners! We just love introducing people to the wonderful world of theater! To the magic! The drama!" he boomed the last word, curling his fingers skyward before him theatrically.
"Tone it back a bit, dear," Sally affectionately stroked his cheek before turning her gaze back on me. "Jack's an actor, if you couldn't tell, though he does dabble in directing from time to time too. I'm more behind the scenes. I like to help with the costuming and techie work."
My head tipped to one side, recalling Jack had said something about Glinda. "Is your upcoming show going to be The Wizard of Oz?"
"Wicked, actually," he corrected before bringing his hands together with a clap. "And in fact, we're holding auditions tomorrow starting at 5 PM over at the Sunset Hill Auditorium! You should swing by and try out. It'd be good to get some new blood in there!"
"What?" I blinked, before quickly shaking my head and holding up a hand with a feeble chuckle, "Oh no. No, I don't think so. I was just curious to learn more about your group, but I don't think I'm ready for… well, for anything like that."
"Still, you should absolutely stop in and check us out. You can just observe if you want. May I borrow your phone?" Sally asked. I chewed my bottom lip before digging it out and letting her take it from me. She tapped in something real quick then handed it back. "There. You have the address now and you're welcome to come by, even if it's just to hang out. We're a real open and friendly lot. Just a bunch of overgrown theater kids, really."
"Thanks," I murmured, staring down at the location she'd entered into my phone for a second before pocketing it once more. Then I pursed my lips to one side, averting my gaze to appear more interested than I actually was in the vampire fangs hanging in the display to my right. "...so what exactly would one need to do to prepare for an audition? Just for curiosity's sake," I tacked on the last part quickly, faintly blushing.
It was just an innocent question. Not like I was actually going to do it.
Sally grinned softly. "For singing parts in musicals, we require those trying out to perform two songs. One from the show itself, the other can be anything of the auditionee's choosing. I entered my number into your phone as well in case you had any further questions, so just shoot me a message and I can text back the selection from Wicked that you'll have to pick from. For that, you just have to bring your voice. For your personal preference song however, you'll need to be ready with some sheet music for our pianist to play from."
Seemed simple enough.
…not that I was going to do it, of course. Certainly not. Nope.
"Sally, you almost forgot the most important part," Jack tsked teasingly before ducking his head down to my level and striking up a finger. "You must also be prepared… to have fun!" he declared happily, throwing up a pair of jazz hands.
A crease formed between my eyebrows. "I'll… try to remember that. Thanks." I felt an upward tug at one corner of my lips despite myself.
I thanked them for their time and we said our goodbyes. Luckily, I had no further run-ins with the local wildlife (aka Vanitas) on my way out. As I trekked my way homeward, I felt a bit of a pleasant electricity buzzing in my chest. I think I may have actually been a smidge excited. Of course, it was only over the idea of going and watching other people audition tomorrow. Of living vicariously through them. I surely wasn't going to try out myself. Who me? No, don't be silly, definitely not. And I certainly wasn't currently dusting off my mental playlist of the soundtrack for Wicked, nor already sorting through a few potential songs I might sing as my free choice. No, absolutely not.
Those were the furthest things from my mind.
The.
Absolute.
Furthest.
Author's Note: Lea-dot-exe has encountered a critical error and has crashed xD Gosh it's simply staggering the amount of mental acrobatics Elsa goes through to just simply NOT GET what has him so tongue-tied and flustered. Being really bad at reading social cues has basically become her super power at this point. Well, that and her super human ability to babble under extreme pressure. Also, more plot creeping back in as Elsa potentially begins to pursue the whole community theater angle! I was just happy I got an excuse to write Jack and Sally into this, they're a couple of my faves! Also happy I got an excuse to have someone spritz Vanitas in his punkass edgelord face with a water bottle haha! Fun Fact: These musical tryouts are based on how musical auditions used to be held at my high school. I'm not sure if any other theaters (professional, community, or otherwise) hold tryouts like that, but from what the internet tells me, every theater is different, especially when it comes to community theater, so I figured sure, why not, let's just go with what I know!
Next chapter, will Elsa be ready in time for tryouts? Will she actually go? Will she actually audition?! Who else might be there to try out as well? Is Lea actually onto something, have we been using forks BACKWARDS this whole time? Stay tuned!
Thanks for reading, I super duper appreciate it! And an extra BIG thank you to those of you who’ve liked, reblogged, and followed so far, seeing those lil notifications always brings the biggest, goofiest smile to my face!
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Survey, because why not.
1. do you have any recurring dreams? what are they? Yes, and I’d rather not say ..
2. what is your favourite kind of fruit? pineapple
3. sweet or savoury? depends.. that’s a tough one
4. what is your smallest/pettiest fear? biscuit cans opening lmfao
5. what is your least favourite vegetable? peas
6. what is your favourite art movement? Idk what that is lol
7. do you drink milk? chocolate, occasionally.
8. what was the last line of the last book you read? I haven’t read in so long I couldn’t even tell you!
9. do you like bitter food? no!
10. what is the most significant event in your life so far? having children.
11. what is one thing ( a book, movie, etc ) that has greatly affected you? 13 Reasons Why.
12. what is your favourite breed of dog or cat? Dog - Lab.. not really a cat person lol but if I had to choose then those cats that look like mini leopards lol
13. list your top 5 favourite turtle names? turtle names??? I have no idea
14. what job would you have if you could have it without going through all of the school or experience that is required? Nurse!!!
15. are there any names that you dislike so much that you would dislike the person with the name? what are those names? alfred, reminds me of alfredo lol
16. what is your favourite letter? B duh
17. are there any instruments you wished you played? Absolutely not lol
18. list your best friends. that’s a no from me lol
19. would you rather be a skeleton or a ghost? hmm, ghost so I could scare people lmao
20. do you prefer fish or lizards/snakes? fish!
21. art or music? music
22. what is your favourite type of flower? rose, lilly
23. soup or salad? depends what kind we’re talking about :P
24. are you good at keeping plants alive? yes
25. do animals tend to like you? some lol
26. what is the worst book you've ever read? I have no idea
27. do you collect anything? OWLS!
28. how many pillows do you sleep with? 2
29. whats the latest you've ever woken up? 5pm
30. how many pictures are on your walls? too many!
31. what age did you stop keeping stuffed animals on your bed? I’m 29 and still have one lol
32. what is your favourite candy? reeses
33. what is your favourite baked good? eclairs or cannolis
34. do you have a camera? if so, what kind? not anymore :(
35. do you wear jewelry? sometimes
36. sunrise or sunset? sunset
37. do you like to listen to music with headphones or no headphones? both
38. what was your favourite show as a child? dinosaurs
39. describe your favourite spot in your house. BED
40. do you like to be warm or cold? warm!
41. the best joke you have. My ex... lol
42. whats the weirdest thing that you've seen happen in a public place? sex lol
43. CD or digital? digital
44. who do you miss right now? my kiddo!
45. if you could combine two places in the world, which two places would you choose? my house and disney lmfao
46. describe the worst substitute teacher you've ever had. MR MILKSHAKE, yes that was his name lmao.
47. do you believe horoscopes? kinda
48. are you spiritual? yes but not really religious.
49. describe your pets ( or family if you dont have pets ) no pets :(
50. are you good at getting over mistakes? sure.
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i was tagged by @mollyweasly to answer the following 73 questions! thank you for tagging me steph ♥
on a scale of 1-10, how excited are you about life right now? i'm actually pretty content and the only thing that i'm rdreading right now is my upcoming finals so maybe 6!
describe yourself in a hashtag? #alwaystired
if you could do a love scene with anyone, who would it be? no one comes to mind but steph's answer was chris evans and i'd say the same tbh 👀
if your life was a musical, what would the marquee say? uh maybe "dumb bitch" or "chaotic mess" LMAO idk honestly my life isn't that interesting most of the time
what’s one thing people don’t know about you? that i'm lowkey depressed. most of my old friends know this but they don't rlly know how bad it makes me feel sometimes & i don't think i'll ever tell my college friends abt this except for one person!
what’s your wake up ritual? lay in bed for another 5-15 mins, check the time, and brush my teeth. next i'd either shower, workout, or attend online class
what’s your go to bed ritual? just on my phone looking at useless things and answering my friends' messages. i'll get tired soon so i'll just daydream and sleep. lately i've been listening to music to help me sleep!
what’s your favorite time of day? late night and early morning
your go to for having a good laugh? i love watching lip sync battles. my favorites are by emma stone, tom holland, anne hathaway & channing tatum!
dream country to visit? the UK! my cousin talks abt it all the time and now she's taking her postgrad degree there which makes me incredibly jealous 😢 but honestly i'm dying to travel europe as a whole!
what’s the biggest surprise you’ve ever had? probably when my high school friends bought me the doc martens shoes that i LOVE for my 17th birthday! i love them and miss them even tho many are not in touch with me anymore
heels or flats/sneakers? flats/sneakers definitely! i've never tried heels tbh i can only endure wedges and they alr hurt SO much
vintage or new? both
who do you want to write your obituary? probably my best friend!
style icon? taylor swift during the red era, noora sætre, orion carloto, ashley aka best.dressed!
what are three things you cannot live without? books, internet, family
what’s one ingredient you put in everything? salt
what 3 people living or dead would you want to make dinner for? taylor swift, chris evans, audrey hepburn
what’s your biggest fear in life? the unknown, anything horror & reptiles esp lizards (i can't stand reptiles AT ALL i'd literally cry and die if i have to touch one or sleep in the same room with one)
window or aisle seat? window
what’s your current tv obsession? haven't been watching any tv lately but i've been watching mukbangs on youtube a lot
favorite app? line (a messaging app mostly used by indonesians. i rlly like the stickers and themes i own lmao)
secret talent? i can play guitar just a lil bit
most adventurous thing you’ve ever done in your life? either drinking beers with my friends on a school field trip or not telling my parents that i went to the city alone during college just to hangout by myself
how would you define yourself in three words? introverted, chaotic, anxious
favorite piece of clothing you own? an adidas jacket that was on a 50% sale for international women's day!!!
a must have clothing item that everyone should have? black pants
a superpower you would want? invisibility and mind control!!!
what’s inspiring you in life right now? since i was a little kid, i've always been inspired by my cousin. she's my role model!
best piece of advice you’ve received? to literally BELIEVE in yourself
best advice you’d give your teenage self? don't be so self-aware bc everyone's busy with themselves, make more friends, cherish your time in school more
a book everyone should read? harry potter series, the raven cycle
what would you like to be remembered for? for being a good, positive person
how do you define beauty? beauty is whatever that evokes a positive feeling out of oneself i guess!
what do you love most about your body? my eyes
best way to take a rest/decompress? skincare, listen to soothing music, drink a warm beverage, watch smth that's easy to watch, and just sleep!
favorite place to view art? galleries, but i've only been to one sadly
if your life was a song, what would the title be? maybe "paradox" or "misunderstood"
if you could master one instrument, what would it be? piano! but it's expensive and not portable so if i'm being realistic, it'd be guitar
if you had a tattoo, where would it be? in the back of my neck! also maybe on any of my fingers or below my ribcage
dolphins or koalas? koalas
what’s your spirit animal? deer!
best gift you’ve ever received? doc martens shoes given by my friends!
best gift you’ve given? i think i wrote my friend letters to open when she's in different moods once
what’s your favorite board game? monopoly
what’s your favorite color? pink, purple, yellow, monochrome
least favorite color? i just dislike bright obnoxious colors
diamond or pearls? diamonds
drugstore makeup or designer? both, but i mostly can't afford designer anyway so..
blow-dry or air-dry? both
pilates or yoga? i've never tried any actually
coffee or tea? both, but i'm leaning towards tea
what’s the weirdest word in the english language? can't think of any right now..
dark chocolate or milk chocolate? milk chocolate!!!
stairs or elevators? elevators
summer or winter? winter
you are stuck on an island, you can pick one food to eat forever without getting tired of it, what would you eat? burgers!!
a dessert you don’t like? basically i won't like anything with fruits
a skill you’re working on mastering? photoshop i guess? i'm planning to learn coding too now that i have the time!!
best thing to happen to you today? probably finishing my gifset! but honestly, i was supposed to be studying lmao
worst thing to happen to you today? i didn't study lmao
best compliment you’ve ever received? i don't think it's anything that memorable so i can't really think of one
favorite smell? jasmine
hugs or kisses? both
if you made a documentary, would it be about? space, mythology
last piece of content you consumed that made you cry? i get a little teary eyed if i come across a touching content on instagram/twitter tbh lmao. but i'd say the last movie that made me cry so bad was her (2013)
lipstick or lipgloss? lipstick
sweet or savory? savory
girl crush? emma watson
how do you know your in love? don't think i've ever been in love, i've only experienced like a very long crush so...
a song you can listen to on repeat? there are a lot... but for now, woman by mumford & sons and anything by taylor swift
if you could switch lives with someone for a day, who would it be? taylor swift!!!
what are you most excited for about this time in your life? i've just been enjoying editing for tumblr a lot, i haven't really posted consistent content in my 10 years of being here so that's been fun. i also want to learn coding and become an overall healthier person by working out regularly & eating mindfully! honestly i'm trying to build my confidence and become healthier, both mentally and physically
tagging: @dianaprincie @cllianmurphy @cinderllas @edgarallan @rosamunqpike @gamoora @nataliamaximoff (sorry if you've done this before, feel free to ignore!)
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Cinderella (2015)
From Walt Disney Pictures, this live-action adaptation of the 1950 animated film contains breathtaking visual effects and colorful costumes.
The cast includes: Lily James (in her breakthrough role) as Cinderella, Cate Blanchett as the Stepmother (aka Lady Tremaine), Richard Madden as Prince “Kit” Charming, Stellan Skarsgård as the Grand Duke, Derek Jacobi as the King and Helena Bonham Carter as the Fairy Godmother.
Cate Blanchett embodies the appearance and cold-hearted demeanor of the Stepmother quite nicely with her refined features (especially her cheekbones) and sultry voice. Lily James puts together just the right mixture of innocence and meaningfulness to the title role. Helena Bonham Carter, known for playing a variety of roles, sticks in a little quirkiness to the Fairy Godmother’s sweet, helpful nature. She even played an entity with a magic wand (albeit an antagonistic character) in the Harry Potter movies.
This particular movie (while paying homage to Walt Disney’s cartoon version) depicts some untold background to flesh out the characters and story. Cinderella (whose real name is Ella) once had loving parents and was taught to understand the feelings of animals, hence her association with mice, lizards and farm animals. Her family had a household staff of servants until the Stepmother fired them, thus forcing her to do all the chores. The Stepmother (whose hatred toward Cinderella grew upon learning her father loved his daughter more and still had feelings for her mother) and stepsisters gave her the name “Cinderella” when she woke up one morning after sleeping by the fireplace. She first meets the Prince before the night of the ball, prompting him to extend the invitations to every woman in the kingdom. What’s more, Cinderella’s budding relationship with the Prince establishes a mutual connection unlike the animated film where they just dance and sing without getting to know each other. The Fairy Godmother, while helping Cinderella prepare for the ball, places an additional spell to prevent her stepfamily from recognizing her. Stellan Skarsgård’s version of the Grand Duke is a secondary antagonist who ends up conspiring with the Stepmother to keep Cinderella and the Prince apart.
Among the costumes, Cinderella’s iconic ballgown stands out as a masterfully stunning work of art: blue, huge and sparkly. The dress even moves like ocean waves as she dances on the ballroom floor. On top of that, the glass slipper is a crystal-like design complete with a shimmering Aurora Borealis effect, which makes it all the more lovely up close on Cinderella’s foot.
The visual effects involve both the traditional artistry of Disney and the updated magic of the Fairy Godmother, whose gown lights up in different colors whenever she’d cast a spell. What’s more, one particular scene depicts Cinderella (while fleeing the palace in a race against the clock) briefly trapped inside a pumpkin as the enchanted carriage dissolves.
Two of the original songs from the animated film are featured on the soundtrack, but only heard during the end credits. They are: “A Dream Is a Wish Your Heart Makes” sung by Lily James and “Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo” performed by Helena Bonham Carter. A traditional English folk song titled “Lavender’s Blue” is also featured as an underlying theme for Lily James’ version of Cinderella.
The film as a whole demonstrates how powerful kindness can be (as well as magic). Cinderella survived her stepfamily’s cruelty and got to know the Prince through courage and kindness. All that said, I definitely suggest putting this modern yet magical Disney remake on your watch list.
#Cinderella 2015#Disney#live action remake#lily james#cate blanchett#evil stepmother#helena bonham carter#fairy godmother#Richard Madden#Ella and Kit#Tremaine stepfamily#have courage and be kind
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21 Questions 🏷
tagged by @chim-chan-han ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)
i) name: Skyfire.
ii) nickname: Sky, Skychief, Muffin.
iii) gender: female.
iv) star sign: Gemini.
v) current time: 2:07pm.
vi) favorite artist(s): Lady Gaga, Exo, BTS, Red Velvet, Hyuna, Got7, Muse, Avatar, David Bowie, Walk the Moon, The Struts.....etc.
vii) favorite song: Currently.....either Eclipse by Moonbyul, or Stupid Love by Lady Gaga 💓
viii) current earworm: Machine by Exo.
ix) last movie you saw: Whatever that second Jumanji reboot is called.
x) last thing you googled: “lizard drinking” lmaooo.
xi) other blogs: yeah, way too many @oohhsquirrel-babysquirrels @sowhatstheplanbrotherman @ts-uncrossed-is-undotted
xii) main blog: @chu-chu-biss
xiii) do you get asks? I used to get tons when I was active but I hardly use this blog anymore so there’s basically no activity lol.
xiv) reason for your url: Chu like the kiss sound and Biss is my fave Mukbanger’s like trademark lol. Anyways I thought it sounded cute and I like saying it ✧ʕ̢̣̣̣̣̩̩̩̩·͡˔·ོɁ̡̣̣̣̣̩̩̩̩✧
xv) following: 1015.
xvi) average sleep hours: 8, From 5pm to 1am practically everyday.
xvii) lucky number: ✧✧( ु•⌄• )◞7◟ ( •⌄• ू )✧
xviii) currently wearing: Big red Ghost band tee, tye-dye Bob Ross boxers 😂😂😂😂
xix) dream job: I don’t dream of labor 😂😂😂 but something to do with art, I’d like to draw for a living that’d be sweet.
xx) favorite food(s): Currently veggie rice porridge, avocado, most fruits.
xxi) play any instruments?: Nope I’m a singer.
I was learning how to play the banjo years ago, then the guitar, then the bass, then keyboard, then harmonica, then ukulele.....I never stuck with any of them lol.
Tagging: @b0wie-babe I can’t remember any of ky friends urls since I’ve been pretty inactive on this blog for the last couple of years :/
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I’ve been tagged to do something! Thank you @voidbaby13
Rules: Answer the 20 questions and then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know
1. Name: Lunna
2. Nickname(s): Lun, *my actual name*, (to my old friends I am) Lizzy, (to piss me off) Liz, Bitch
3. Zodiac sign: Aries
4. Height: 5′2/ 153ish cm
5. Language(s): I speak English, Spanish, I am learning Japanese and Chinese
6. Nationality: I was born in America but my family is from Germany, England, Ireland
7. Favorite season: I like autumn and winter
8. Favorite flower(s): Chery blossoms, lilies, and roses
9. Favorite scents: Peach, floral sents, other fruits
10. Favorite color: Black, gray, purple
11. Favorite animal(s): love me some possums, dogs, cats, lizards, foxes, wolves, big cats, red pandas, pandas, raccons, more
12. Favorite fictional characters: Rita Rosswisse, Todoroki Shoto, Toga Himiko, Nejire Hado, Leon, Piers, Raihan, Marnie, Seele Vollerei, Nikola Tesla (from honkai impact), Sirin, Nyarla, Bianca Abercrombie, Luna Gardner, Hanakawa Tsubasa
13. Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: Any kind of sweet tea I’ll drink
14. Average sleep hours: from around 13 to 3 hours (Life of a high school student)
15. Dog or cat person: I love them all, my dogs are babeys and so are my cats
16. Number of blankets you sleep with: 5
17. Dream trip: I want to go to Japan, Europe, China if they get their shit together, Canada
18. Blog established: 2018
19. Followers: 99 (once I get 100 I’ma do a event soo)
20. Random fact(s): I am questioning my gender rn, pansexual, i have 3 dogs and 2 cats but I want more, PLEASE FOLLOW MY ART ACC @lunna-bish and check out @the-honkai-impact-project
Tagging: aaaaaa I don’t know that many ppl but you don’t have to do this @jamieebabiee @toarkx @paintedrose14 @nexthecatkidnaper @ermamu @cloud-ya @siribs and anyone else!
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(Please ignore the remnants of the DA watermark, it is my character but the original picture was lost so i had to use the one from deviantart, which had a watermark on)
So this would be my first time, however I would like a review of my OC please?
(A/N things are subject to change even after this, but not stray too far from this) (and i used this template for filling out, but changed a bit here and there and took out information i felt wasn’t necessary at the moment)
Name (last, first): Tokage (トカゲ meaning Lizard) Chiharu (千春 meaning one thousand springs)
Nickname(s): Haru.
Age: 12 in part 1, 16 in part 2
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Birthday: March 1st
Body Type/Looks: slightly larger than average build, wider hips and bossom (when she’s older).
Height: 160cm in part 1, 170cm in part 2 and after
Weight: 55kg in part 1, around 70 in part 2, fluctuates between mission types due to eating.
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Life Story: Chiharu is part of an old clan specializing in lizards. At the time she was born the clan leader was a fanatic, obsessed with perfection, and she would dispose of any imperfect children born in the clan. However she was not heartless, and let the children live, hidden away deep within a basement, telling the parents their children had been still born. Chiharu had been one such child, born from another ‘imperfect’ child, the clan leader’s own daughter Tokage Ichigo. The clan leader led the Clan only because she was the oldest, in reality she was part of one of the branch families, closest to the main family.
Her first years were spent in the basement, along with other ‘imperfections’. Her mother had been expelled in secret from the clan, and came to rescue her one night along with the other children. She lived with her mother for another 2 years until Chiharu was 5, when Ichigo was attacked during the night. Chiharu were turned to the orphanage, and her assigned guardian had been Hatake Kakashi, who was just 19 at the time. Ichigo had considered him a good and close friend, and thought the responsibility would be good for him. Kakashi felt burdened by the responsibility, and wanted to have as little as possible to do with the young girl. Never the less, he visited her a few times between missions, still wanting to check up on her.
Chiharu tried hard to impress the young man, who she began calling father when she was 6 years old, due to her understanding of what a father was. Kakashi ordered her to not call him dad in the beginning, but begrudgingly came to realize the young girl was set. It caused him to visit her far less, which just prompted the young girl to try even harder. She began training with old ninja weapons she found around, trying to make them stick to the trees surrounding the orphanage.
Kakashi still didn’t pay her too much attention, until she started at the academy. On her first day he came home late from a mission, just before nightfall, only to find her sitting outside the gates of the school. Her excuse was that all the other kids, as far as she could tell, had been picked up by their parents and taken home. Kakashi brought her home to the orphanage that day, and promised her to at least take her home whenever he could from school. 5 months into her first year, she moved into his house.
She became a Genin at age 12, along with the rest of her team, also consisting of orphans of Imperfect children, Hana and Kisara Tokage. She participated in the Chunin exams along with Naruto and the rest, making it to the third round where she defeated a ‘proper’ Genin from the Tokage clan. Her teammate Hana passed, while Kisara failed. But both Hana and Chiharu opted out of the third round, not feeling good about possibly going up against the likes of Neji, Sasuke and Gaara, all whom they had a certain level of fear of after seeing their elimination fights.
After Sasuke left the village, Chiharu was not personally affected seeing as how she didn’t know they boy very well. She began training her jutsu, trying to develop her own or change the ones she knew. She began going into Water Manipulation jutsus, and became quite skilled. Due to her reputation with Water based jutsu, and news of her developing a jutsu to create water out of seemingly thin air, she helped out Suna during a time of drought. Her first escort from the Konoha to Suna was with Gaara and two other ninjas. It created tension as Chiharu still remembered how he acted during the Chunin exams. But she did her best to not show fear towards him and be civil.
Tension was created by her and the two Chunin ninja. Chiharu was still unable to sleep without a light on at night, and had a lamp with her on the trip. The two could not sleep properly with the light flickering most of the night, and on the second night they demanded that Chiharu had the lamp unlit during the night which she promptly refused. When night fell the two approached the lamp, which woke Chiharu up. Before any conflict ensued Gaara defused it by saying he’d make Chiharu a tent out of sand, blocking the light from the two others. They agreed to this and went back to their sleeping bags. Chiharu requested that the ‘tent’ would have at least one hole, facing away from the two others. Gaara allowed this and the rest of the mission went smoothly.
Chiharu offered her services to Suna as often as she could, using the time to train her ability and maximizing the amount of chakra converted to water.
She was present in Suna for one such mission at the time of Gaara’s kidnapping, but did not know about it until he was returned home. After he was returned home she fretted about him, though not directly as she wasn’t allowed close to him at all times, and vented her concerns to Temari.
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Personality: Chiharu is cheerful and loud. She doesn’t stand out in personality as much as others do, but she tries to remain cheerful as much as possible. One example is if her arm’s cut off and she’ll
Good Habit(s):
Bad Habit(s): Due to her treatment and label of ‘imperfect’ Chiharu has problems with people commenting on her appearance in negative ways, mostly when it’s about her hair.
Like(s): cooking, sweets, meat, singing.
Dislike(s): sour candy, extremely hot days and dry climates.
Hobbies: She likes cooking, mostly coming from the fact that Kakashi didn’t have time to cook with his missions, and so she made him dinner every day she came home from the academy.
Fear(s): Dark, closed small rooms, the scent of vanilla.
Strength(s): She can convert her chakra into water, allowing her to survive longer when not near water.
Weakness(es): She can only do Genjutsu when she’s lying still, and only one kind using moist in the air to create a mirage.
Special Powers/Abilities: She can convert chakra to water and keep hydrated in dry climates, this drains her of chakra quicker in dry climates (she gets over this the more she stays in the desert, as she’s not been outside of the land of fire when she was little.)
Extras:
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Ambition/Life-long Dream: ridding the main part clan of the ridiculous standards of perfection.
Occupation/Job: She a ninja specializing in assassination due to her water control.
Best Class(es): Ninjutsu
Worst Class(es): Genjutsu
Family and Friends
Parent(s): Ichigo and Takashi Tokage. (She calls Kakashi dad, but is 100% aware that they’re not related)
Sibling(s): None of direct blood, a half-sister from his father’s side named Aki (written as 秋 meaning Autumn)
Relative(s): the Tokage clans main and closest sister branch.
Also two daughters Ai and Hikari, One with Gaara as the father and another with the son of a clan branch leader.
Pet(s): lizards Momo and Koko.
Best Friend(s): Hana (deceased) and Kisara when she was younger, Temari once she starts to hang around Suna and Gaara, mostly because Temari was protective of Gaara, and therefore kept close to Chiharu to begin with.
Friend(s): most of the Konoha Genin, with varying degrees of friendship.
Crush(es): like many girls in Konoha Chiharu had an unexplained crush on Sasuke when she went to the academy, which disappeared as he began changing into his more power hungry self.
After many escorts and much time spent together in Suna, Chiharu starts having feelings for Gaara, but doesn’t know how react to them properly, and therefore expresses them by being clingy and over the top (Gaara ends up confessing first)
Rival(s): Yet to be named Tokage clan member
Enemies: those who oppose Konoha and Suna.
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Birth Village: the Tokage clan village.
Current Village: Konoha in part 1 and 2, Suna when she grows up.
Rank: Jõnin.
Ninja Status [missing-nin, medical-nin, etc.]: Regular Ninja
Are you in the Akatsuki?: No.
Teammates: Hana and Kisara Tokage in part 1, two male Tokage clan members in part 2.
Sensei: Yet to be named Tokage clan member, both part 1 and 2
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Chakra Element: Water.
Learned Jutsu [jutsu you learned from the Academy or from other people]: Shadow clone and transformation jutsu.
Personal Jutsu [jutsu that you have created on your own]: Water Evaporation, Control, Absorption, Repulsion and Extraction jutsu.
Strength in Jutsu: see below
Ninjutsu [ninja techniques]: 7/10.
Genjutsu [illusion techniques]: 1/10.
Taijutsu [martial arts techniques]:5 /10.
Kekkei Genkai [bloodline traits]: (I have yet to decide on whether she should have a Kekkei Genkai)/10.
Doujutsu [eye techniques]: 0 (does not have one)/10.
Kinjutsu [forbidden techniques]: 0/10
Fuuinjutsu [sealing techniques]: 1/10
Strength in Missions: see below
Accuracy: /10
Weaponry: 3/10
Stealth: 7/10
Speed: 9/10
Traps: 0/10
Tracking: 2/10
Chakra Control: 8/10
Analytical Skills: 1/10
Strategy: 5/10
Leadership: 3/10
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Clan: Tokage.
Clan History: the Tokage clan is a large clan, mostly consisting of Non-shinobi. They mostly keep to themselves and not many are social with outsiders. They are not a hostile clan, but do not wish to interfere with outsider politics. This way of living appeared once they saw how different clan interacted, finding the fighting unnecessary. They retrieved to their own villages and kept to themselves. Over time the leaders of the clan became obsessed with the idea of Perfection the perfect looks. And from that time they cultivated and bred on the most beautiful clan members, while any little imperfections were promptly expelled and proclaimed still born to their waiting parents. Then turned over to various orphanages.
This way many clan members are spread all over the world, some without knowledge of the clan’s existence.
Clan Status: Alive and blooming, works more like a people at this point in time.
Kekkei Genkai: (yet to be decided)
I like the start of her history – it’s a cool and twisted concept, the idea of disposing of imperfect children. Reminds me of the Vikings and Romans leaving unwanted children to die in the wilderness. How did Chiharu’s mother know where she and the other children were though to rescue her? I like that you kept Kakashi’s awkward personality in mind and that he wouldn’t warm to her immediately. How did Kakashi and Ichigo know each other though?
The need for her guardian’s approval is a good impetus for her to get stronger too, especially with Kakashi acting contrary to it.
What exactly made Kakashi change his mind about taking her to school and letting her stay at his house? Was it peer pressure from Gai/Asuma/Kurenai maybe? Or did she remind him of Rin? I think there should be an internal reason Kakashi suddenly changed his attitude towards her in the space of five months.
I like that you mentioned her apathy towards Sasuke leaving; not everyone was affected by it after all.
The act of using Water Jutsus without a readily available source is considered one of the highest demonstrations of ninja skills there is – the fact that Tobirama Senju could do it proved to many that he should be Hokage. How did Chiharu come to master this skill enough to even help with a drought in a Sand Country? I doubt she could have reached that level without training under a ninja with a Water Jutsu speciality at least.
I think Chiharu having to sleep with a light on would have been stamped out of her very quickly during her academy/genin days – to have a light on all through the night would signal one’s position to any passing enemies and so would put the whole team in danger. You might have to think of another way to have Chiharu and Gaara get closer.
Just a note, but Genjutsu doesn’t rely on moisture or anything like that; it’s a psychic illusion, or a form of hypnosis depending on whom you ask. Do you mean Bunshin technique? So Water Clones?
How exactly would her water control help her specialise in assassination?
Maybe don’t make her be clingy and over the top to Gaara? I expect his reaction to that would be to push her away rather than fall in love with her more, considering that it was only recently that he received any form of physical human contact or positive emotional reactions to himself.
I would lower her Speed a bit – you didn’t show any particular focus in her description to her being known for her speed. A 9/10 is almost on the level of the Yellow Flash or Shisui Uchiha.
Definitely a good start :)
-Mod Ida
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Getting to Know You Tag
I was tagged by @nanigma
Answer questions, then tag some people you want to get to know!
Nickname: ooof. I don’t have any offline ones cause my offline name is short, and online people have been shortening my user names in many many ways. Lepto, Ties, Neri are the ones at the top of my head rn.
Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
Height: 1.79 m (5′11′’)
Most recent drink: Water
The last thing googled: Difference in size between Iguana Lizard and a Basilisk Lizard. A friend was describing a scene happening outside of their house and I needed this info for the fully comedic effect.
Favorite video game character: Groans.... they like change all the time but the most impactful one that I can think of without thinking too much would be Lucina.
Last creative post for tumblr was?: The Micaiah and Sothe piece I am immensely proud of. For some reason, it didn’t get nearly as much love from the world as it has from me. I wish I could understand why. :c
Other blogs: neri-nea for art, invisible-ties for FE, startouch-elves-of-xadia for The Dragon Prince, chillorita for art resources and references, rainy-castform for NSFW and other self-indulgent stuff (there are some porn and gifs/photos of real humans so don’t go there if you can’t handle it)
Do I get asks: This blog gets asks once in a blue moon, but my art blog and FE blog get asks here and there, mostly when I open requests, but people sometimes want to share something on invisible-ties. Send me all the aaaaaaasks.
Following: Ah, 608, but this blog is old and the number doesn’t represent a number of active followers like not in the slightest. Maybe I have gotten like 50-ish new followers since coming back to tumblr last year
Favorite memory: Anytime I have been sitting outside in Summer.
Amount of sleep: Usually 5-7 hours, but on weekends or when I don’t need to go anywhere I can oversleep to even like 10 hours.
Lucky number: I don’t really believe or apply this ever, but 27 is always gonna attract my attention since it’s the date I was born.
What am I wearing: uh oh... this is kinda awkward. Nothing. I’m in my ready-to-bed "clothes".
Dream job: Any job where I get to help people (especially less fortunate ones but like a short contact customer service kinda contact gets me sense of accomplishment too), somewhere where I get to do education/teaching here and there (I love being in the role of humble authority and being seen as an expert), tutoring, and maybe creative work with visuals and designing. I actually love organisation as well. Now I just need to figure out what kind of jobs offer all of those and I’ll be ready to start applying in two years. Two year ago me would think that what I am doing rn is a dream job, but as my idiot ass is never happy with what I have right now but always have to have something “better in the future to strive for” to keep me going, it just doesn’t feel like that anymore. But like objectively, doing a PhD in the scientific field of my choice and a topic of choice IS a dream job.
Dream trip: Oh I don’t even care anymore where I go, I just don’t want to go alone anywhere ever again. Japan would be incredible to see, of course. But my dream trip right now would be visiting Washington and my dear boo boo <3 .
Favorite food: oh my god these questions... Roasted sweet potato with like lentils on side and a leafy salad mix... mmmm. ( I do change these qite often tho)
Play any instruments: Ah no. Never was too interested in playing anything.
Languages: English, Croatian, some basic understanding of Italian (but like please don’t assume I can talk lol)
A song from current writing playlist: Enya - Only Time
Random fact: I’m in the process of preparing my home for a pet budgie and my and my roomie are getting it soon!!! I’m super excited and I will sure as hell show it off once it’s home!
I tag: @kwyndolen @twilightstarr-zinnia @lucisevofficial @reyfasa @kisilinramblings @theclockworkladyofeuropa @gallifreyan-dork @dracoarcus @esperian @luminous-one @tired-and-anxious-2k18 @teaching-tropius so do it if you want to, of course. No hard feelings. :D
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fuckin uhhh @nerevar-shid-and-fard tagged me in a thing just answer the questions im not datamining you i swear
Nickname: Bee
Zodiac: Pisces
Height: 6’0″ or 5′12″ if you wanna be brave
Last movie I saw: It was some wierd monster movie from the late 80s. I think there was a lizard but it was person size.
Last thing googled: The 5e levelling table for warlocks. (I want my pact boon!!)
Favourite musician: Bands, it would be pink floyd but solo musicians im a big fan of +TEK and other chiptune artists
Song stuck in my head: Seperate Ways by Journey
Other blogs: @paulpercopolis is my art dumping grounds
Do I get asks: not very often, actually.
How many followers?: 453
Amount of sleep: usually about 7 hours unless i have game night then its 6
Lucky Number: 69 lol
What I’m wearing: long sleeve shirt n jeans baybee
Dream job: Maybe a marine biologist because i’d get paid to write about fish and that’s pretty radical
Favourite food: Sweets! Can’t get enough of em and that gets me sick sometimes.
Play an instrument: I don’t really play but I used to compose. I did learn a few bass tabs about a year ago but nothing came of it
Languages: English, and German but im really bad at German
Random Fact: I paint sometimes!
Describe yourself as aesthetic things: fuckin... hot cocoa, plants in terrariums, incandescent lights, little gardens n stuff.
i dont even know 21 people on here so ill just tag a few people i know
@e-seal @wilfyy @deadlinejon @weeniebagel @dekapon @nanopaws
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Star vs. the Forces of Evil episodes in One Sentence (Season 3 edition)
Star Comes to Earth: Princess Cinnamon Roll that Could Kill you comes to earth and meets Misunderstood safe kid.
Party With a Pony: Spoopy Wardens hunt for the glitter pony while Star gets ice for Marco’s sweaty back.
Matchmaker: In which we learn it was probably a bad idea to give Star the wand in the first place.
School Spirit: Star misunderstands football and Marco tries to get Ferguson to blow his whistle not in that way.
Monster Arm: “Not my bowels! I love my bowels!”
The Other Exchange Student: Star is jealous of the meatball man from Bakersfieldville.
Cheer Up Star: “It’s supposed to be ironic!”
Quest Buy: Very accurate depiction of what it is like to work in retail.
Diaz Family Vacation: Both Marco and Star see new sides of their dads but that’s not necessarily a good thing
Brittney’s Party: Star and Marco party with someone who hates them while Ludo hijacks a bus
Mewberty: Star gets horny and snares boys in her web but not in that way
Pixtopia: Marco messed up and Alfonso marries Ferguson’s rebound
Lobster Claws: “… You can’t eat children.” “Really? Not even the annoying ones?”
Sleep Spell: “Camera Phooone!”
Blood Moon Ball: We’re suppose to ship them now, right?
Fortune Cookies: Love is never the answer kids
Freeze Day: Father Time offers Star and Marco some mud before riding away on his wheel-mobile pulled by giant time-hamsters I am not making this up.
Royal Pain: King Santa Claus destroy mini-golf
St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses: Princess Prison sure is a nightma–OH MY GOD ARE THOSE CLUBS?!
Mewnipendence Day: No wonder monsters hate Mewmans so much.
The Banagic Wand: Star still doesn’t get Earth and like all of us, Marco is always hungry.
Interdemensional Field Trip: Miss Skullnick fears the “Big Change” while Marco sends Jackie cat memes
Marco Grows a Beard: Ludo is out, Toffee is in, and Marco will probbaly be terrified of beards forever
Storm the Castle: “SURPRISE!”
My New Wand!: DIP DOOOWN
Ludo in the Wild: Wait, since when did Ludo become badass?
Mr. Candle Cares: “Star and I have recently become smooch buddies… On the lips.”
Red Belt: Marco searches for a meaning in life and Star searches for hammer.
Star on Wheels: *epic remix of Marco saying Star is in trouble*
Fetch: Marco can’t open juice and Star runs away from her problems and sending thank you cards
Star vs. Echo Creek: Star gets high and destroys a police car
Wand to Wand: Both Ludo and Star are terrible at magic also major ship tease
Starstruck: Star and her idol Sailor Super Saiyan destroy a park and Marco is 100002% done with this shit
Camping Trip: King Butterfly has a mid-life crisis and tries to control an eagle
Starsitting: They’re gonna be great parents some day.
On the Job: Buff Dad is best dad and buff babies are adorable
Goblin Dogs: “You might think this line is long, but listen to my goblin song!~”
By the Book: Ludo and Star still suck at magic and Glossaryck is a bigger troll than Alex Hirsch
Game of Flags: Queen has no patience and legs.
Girls’ Day Out: Janna is back and is still awesome btw
Sleepover: “TRUTH! STAR HAS A CRUSH ON MA–” *cube gets crushed*
Gift of the Card: R.I.P. Rasticore Chaosus Disastorvayne… He couldn’ get his fucking chainsaw to work
Friendenemies: Star becomes one with Christmas tree while Tom and Marco go on a date and sing a romantic pop ballad.
Is Mystery: Meatfork is apparently a family name and Ludo is really starting to freak me out tbh
Hungry Larry: “He’s still hungry…”
Spider with a Top Hat: He tries and he is awesome and that’s all that matters
Into the Wand: SPAAAAADESS!!!
Pizza Thing: Marco is OCD about mushroom and Pony Head buys skinny jeans
Page Turner: Glossaryck is awesome and how did Moon miss Lizard-Loki in the orb?!
Naysaya: Tomco friendship confirmed and Marco finally asks out Jackie while Star the supportive noodle armed friend cheers on
Bon Bon the Birthday Clown: Starco fans cry, Jarco fans rejoice, and Ludo now has the book god dammit Nefcy
Raid the Cave: Glossaryck is the true neutral asshole.
Trickstar: Weird Al is a treasure and I’ll mes up anyone who makes Marco cry!
Baby: *glances around nervously* So… Star is similar to Eclipsa, huh? *Nervous laughter* Great…
Running With Scissors: Marco gets a new edition to his shipping harem and she is so cute!!!!!!
Mathmagic: Don’t worry Star, I can’t math either.
The Bounce Lounge: Marco is definitely the mom friend.
Crystal Clear: The Chancellor guy is amazing and Rhombulus just needs a hug and wAS THAT ECLIPSA IN THE BACKGROUND?
The Hard Way: “SURPRISE!” 2.0
Heinous: Oh, so that’s how Marco got all that money.
All Belts Are Off: “Jermey is the biggest dick…. around!~”
Collateral Damage: Marco how do you not know what a possum is?
Just Friends: I’m fine! *blows up sign to prove just how fine I am*
Face the Music: Moon=Badass, Star=Why?, River=Loving Husband, Marco=Shocked, and we got to meet Ludo’s family so pretty cool episode overall.
Star Crushed: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH–remember when we though Bon Bon the Birthday Clown was the end of the world?–AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH
BONUS ROUND! BATTLE FOR MEWNI EDITION!!!!!
Return to Mewni: This is… just an exposition filler. Not much else to say….
Moon the Undaunted: B4! B4! B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4 B4!
Book Be Gone: “I hate that fucking book!” -Ludo, at some point probably.
Marco and the King: *Party music intensifies… and then slowly dies down*
Puddle Defender: They’re bonding and getting so big and I am so proud–Star you idiot don’t go alone!!!!!!
King Ludo: The mime stole the show.
Toffee: I can’t…. I just… how do you want me to react?! To much happened and I mean…. what do you want me to say? I’m still processing just…. What do I say? *slowlys ponders how I will survive until November*
Scent of Hoodie: Huh, so Ponyhead can be written as likeable, who would’ve thought?
Rest in Pudding: Ish da Glossaryck! And he’s Globgoring all over da place!
Club Snubbed: I literally yelled “Phrasing!” whenever they dropped the title
Stranger Danger: "Something like that” whY WOULD YOU SAY THAT IF YOU WERE ON THE SIDE OF GOOD?!?! SERIOUSLY GUYS THIS BUGGED ME FOR WEEKS--
Demoncism: Tom is a wonderful baby boy and Ponyhead is written as likeable, part 2!
Sophmore Slump: *sobbing* Jackie deserved better, dang it!
Lint Catcher: Introducing a Lavaboe! He’s pure and wonderful and deserves a raise and did I mention I love him?
Trial by Squire: I think the writers were all like” You think these guys will ship anyone with Marco?” and decided to test that theory.
Princess Turdina: I got more lore out of this episode than I thought I would.
Starfari: Welp, she makes me uncomfortable.
Sweet Dreams: *Sailor Moon-ing intensifies*
Lava Lake Beack: Proof that this fandom will ship anyone with Marco at the slightest inclanation
Death Peck: Rich Pigeon is my new favorite birb and Ponyhead is written as likeable for the third time
Ponymonium: Well, it was nice while it lasted.
Night Life: The writers made so many new ships they had to get rid of an old one!
Deep Dive: “Chicken butt”
Monster Bash: ........ Well, that explains the cheekmarks.
Stump Day: I think they just made an episode based around a picture from that bookcover, not that it was bad.
Holiday Special: *insert every cheesy Christmas/Holiday episode trope here*
The Bog Beast of Boggabah: The title is fun to say and the episode is average at best.
Total Eclipsa the Moon: Seriously, I’m supposed to think she’s an ultimate villain.
Butterfly Trap: In which we are all Sean, don’t lie we were all him at the end
Ludo, Where Art Thou?: Dennis is best brother, hands down.
Is Another Mystery: *sniff* I got more emotional over this episode than anyone else did and I’m not sure how I feel about that
Marco Jr.: I... I just... Why? What’s the point?
Skooled!: Epic advertisment fakeout combined with wonderful character development and lore with a shock ending makes a 10/10 episode.
Booth Buddies: Old Man McGucket ships Starco, proceed to react accordingly
Bam Ui Pati!: Ponyhead is kinda likeable in this episod--nevermind she’s back.
Tough Love: Oh man, it’s happening! It’s happening guys here we go!
Divide: We are going to war everybody--And they’re all dead. That was quick.
Conquer: So Glossaryck has upped his trolling antity and turns out Eclipsa’s probably evil, Meteora’s a baby again, and Globgor is her husband and imprisoned in crystal... Idk about you guys but I’m going to go scream into the void...
#star vs the forces of evil#svtfoe#svtfoe2#svtfoe3#battle for mewni#updated#don't repost without my permission#after ultron#sorry this took so long
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Nickname(s): Blondie, peaches, Big Spingus
Gender: cowboy
Sign: Scorpio Sun with a Sagittarius Moon
Height: 5′10″-11
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Favourite band(s): Spoon, Yabadum, The Black Keys, The Derevolutions, The Frattellis, TV Girl, Black Lips.
Favourite solo artist(s): Ben Folds, Regina Spektor, Nick Cave, Lemon Demon.
Song stuck in my head: Look Alive by Yabadum
Last movie I saw: O’ Brother Where Art Thou?
Last show I watched: Suits - I’m back up to date and I hate it. Haha.
When did I create my blog: io like 2011 I was in high school a girl named Abby told me to, she had an ask link like “ask me what its like being a twin :)”. I pretended to like Doctor Who for the first year before someone called me out so I watched all of it at once to feign having seen it for years and then actually liked it while I watched.
I used to have a blog of like 10′000+ followers, was known as Monotoneminor. Awful. Remade, now I get about 250ish and im really happy with that. So much easier to keep friends when theyre not muddled amongst people tryna jump on ya dick.
What do I post: viddy games and cowboy gun shoot bang pow. Also Dungeons and Dragons with occasional Jojo to the point its not worth mentioning. Also bad memes.
Last thing I googled: Palindrome Sentence examples. (stuff like “Go hang a salami, I'm a lasagna hog“ reads backwards and forwards.)
Do I have any other blogs: I used to. I ran a Fable 1,2,3 video game blog under the name Dragonstomper48 but I left that too and I wish I hadnt, I feel I compiled the whole Fable Fandom with that blog. It was just me taking screenshots of each game anyway :P
Do I get asks: yeah! not all the time but yeah. it’s nice
Why did I choose my url: Just this
Following: 511
Followed by: 253
Average hours of sleep: about 3-5. Not good.
Lucky number: 9
Instruments: Love playing the Piano, I can play the Euphonium, also I like to think I’m a pretty good singer but I wouldn’t ever h e h a
What I am wearing: Hoodie, Jeans, real casual homeclothing.
Dream job: Sci Fi Age bounty hunter trackin criminals - but its the stylish future where I get to dress as a Gunslinger and people are like woah cool style boss.
Favorite food: Gnocchi with Mushroom Cream Sauce like my Nonna makes.
I also love Caramel its th best sweet thing.
Nationality: Australian / Italian
Favourite song: At the moment It would have to be The Rat by The Walkmen
Last book I read: recently finished the whole Dark Tower series by Stephen King!
blogs i hereby tag to do the thing if you want: @shez-crafty, @sweettartsloveryo, @syliic, @i-eat-your-pancakes, @scorchsh0t, @rilakkumas, @uuhockeyshow, @lesbianscp049
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