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#&&. marinette ( aesthetic ) #&&. queue ( sweeping up the stardust )

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nastyanastya

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monster under her bed: reaches up and grabs dawn's hand from where she's sleeping

dawn: "....are you lonely, mister monster?"

monster: o-o

dawn: "i'll be your friend!"

monster:

#coming on this blog just to post this #&&. dawn ( musings )

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       HE COULD ARGUE SIDEWAYS AND UPWAYS with her, but the terms would never cease to be.  lottie was in tune with respect and understanding in more ways than most, but when it came to her endearments, that was a losing battle of natural behaviors.  perhaps she would find the ability to turn to the lighter phrasings, but ceasing them altogether in favor of only general names was nearly an impossibility.  much too fun, much too engaging, and far too connective in her mind.  given names could come off so sterile and walled, but a nickname would always crumble the barriers in some fashion between people.  so long as it was given with genuine affection to the term, at least.

             she stood relatively patient as he gathered himself and came around.  sure, heart was skittering with excitement, and bubbly energy was as bouncy as the curled ends of her golden hair, but there wasn’t any pressing from new orleans princess for him to speed his step or interest.  instead, just clasped hands and a bobbing head, humming to herself and allowing wandering gaze - rude to simply stare another down so long.

       it was his statement that would pull her back from distracted attention, and befuddlement would cross temporarily to her features, knitting brows enough to draw rounded face into squished appearance.  the confusion faded rapidly soon after revealing it, realizing what he meant and giving near-shy laugh.  oops.

              before she could opt for an explanation of her uncontained thrill for the day, there came continued jab, and it left her giggling alongside rolling eyes and smug demeanor.  oh, so he was one of those fellas.  charlotte didn’t have too strong an issue, she dealt with plenty of men on a daily basis, and they came in a wider variety than fish in the mississippi.  it made life fun to meet all sorts of people.  to restrict herself to just those of her class or standing would never be her interest, and it was how she gathered some of her closest friends…  especially tiana.  someone she should definitely visit today… the restaurant was now on the list!

         she took his hand with her expression now shifted coy.  “if i managed tah spy on you then you should be ashamed.  does this outfit look like it would blend me in with this place and keep me unnoticed, hm?”  genuine tease, retracting from the greeting when it ceased and allowing a grand gesture with both her arms over curved form and the loud color of pink that her outfit put on.  there was no sense of subtle when it came to charlotte la bouff.

                 admitted impatience was beginning to slowly bloom as he went to change, but didn’t blame him any at doing so.  wandering steps, admiring everything she could even if it made as much sense to her as high level mathematics ( which… wasn’t much… lottie didn’t lack intelligence but math was far from one of her more inclined subjects ).  fascinating how some people simply were talented with the technology of automobiles.  of the functions and needs…  how the young woman liked to think she knew people, but a car would never be in her wheelhouse… pun slightly intended.

     flouncing back over to him, she grinned, stopping herself outside the vehicle’s passenger door.  “wellllll first i was thinking a cafe.  i could do with a spot of coffee…  then shopping is a must.  there’s some new dresses an’ hats i’ve been dying tah try on.  they are just begging to be worn by me in those shop windows…  oh, and we have to stop by tiana’s place for some of her scrumptious beignets, i am simply dying with need for them jus’ thinking of ‘em even!  have y’ had any?  surely you have, no one comes to new orleans and doesn’t try them!  and if you’ve not then we’re fixing that today.”

'Sugar Plum'? Jim's eyebrow crept higher before dropping with acceptance. – The drawl was somewhat of an adjustment; greater still were the open, easy, lilting manners of the locals compared to northern disgruntlement (symptoms that might as well be contingent on the climate). The endearments, however – sweet as it was, it didn't suit him.

Pulling the hood down and securing it, Jim wheeled the work cart behind the Packard then fetched his suit from the backseat. The play of the day saw him unofficially charged with proctoring the garage; the manager was caring for his sick wife and the others were out with their employers, gifting Jim the chance to work steadily without opposition, without the grating of machinery or nuisance of idle discourse or co-workers sneaking to borrow his tools. The privilege urged him to make some mileage of it, yet before he knew anything of it this morning, his instincts advised him to take his uniform anyway, a choice that presently proved vigilant.

Still, he wasn't convinced the caprice of the visit wasn't the precursor to a test. When he returned to the front, he flung his suit across the driver door and snatched the stain-ravaged towel off his shoulder, roughly wiping his hands. Fog pooled out his mouth like tendrils from a cauldron

"Y'know, you coulda called..."

He'd heard the damn thing scream earlier, more than once, but after five calls and one exhaustive conversation that bordered on harassment and demanded he suppress his nastier instincts, he felt justified in no longer bothering with charity.

Continued Jim, "Your dad's payin' me to make an impression – if I didn't know better, I'd think you were spyin' on me."

Where there was opportunity, nerve was a good accessory, and whether his charge found his answer spirited or raffish Jim was loathe to care – it'd been said and offered plenty of inferences. A smile barely touched his eyes but pleated the skin by his mouth in two lines. Before his gaze could walk the edge of odd and his smile ground into nothing but teeth, his hand shot forward.

"Jim Hawkins."

The smallness and lightness of Charlotte's hand somehow exaggerated the weight and span of his own, and he was mindful to avoid that stiff, assertive clamp he'd learned to ingratiate.

Picking his uniform off the door, Jim slung it over his shoulder and offered a wink—"Gonna go powder my nose"—then tucked his joint in his mouth. "Don't get too comfortable. I'll be right back."

The door to the manager's office shut and knocked the blinds against the window. In the quiet that followed, an orange cat tread into the open, head ducked, shoulders switching. He paused. Little green eyes stared at Charlotte, and once he decided she posed no threat, he jogged toward a junk car that'd been picked apart for spares.

Face and hands noticeably cleaner, Jim re-entered the scene in full driving gear, head to toe in black, though his boots were still untied, and he was fixing his hat to his head as he approached. The joint had been exchanged for a toothpick, which he nibbled on discreetly as he propped his foot on the running board. He glanced up at Charlotte and pulled the laces.

"So, where to?"

#solarfire #&&. charlotte verse ( main ) #jim's future is beignet eating and that's that #&&. queue ( sweeping up the stardust )

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Paolo Sebastian ‘Once Upon a Dream’ SS 2018 Haute Couture

#&&. faith ( aesthetic ) #&&. queue ( sweeping up the stardust )

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Be extra… Wear high heels around the house, spend money on luxurious sleep wear, buy that unnecessary home decor that you love, keep a glass carafe by your bedside, have a specific skincare routine for morning and night, cultivate your dream wardrobe and have a personalized scent. Focus on the little details of your life… make them intentional and magical. 

#&&. laila ( musings ) #&&. chang'e ( musings ) #&&. charlotte ( musings ) #&&. georgette ( musings ) #&&. cleo ( musings ) #&&. pipp ( musings ) #&&. queue ( sweeping up the stardust )

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okay... i've only got faline and olaf left. but i'm defeated for the day. tIME FOR BED GOOD NIGHT

#ALMOST THEREEEEE #&&. ooc ( the queen sunshine princess )

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LOOK AT HER BEING THOUGHTFUL AND INVESTIGATIVE AND ACTUALLY THINKING THINGS THROUGH MORE THAN FISHLEGS

sometimes i think about how g.ift of the n.ight f.ury did ruffnut more justice in her like 2 minutes of screentime than the third movie ever could. that movie is dead to me forever.

#her concerned and thoughtful face #this whole scene is so wonderful #ruffnut being soft is the best #&&. ooc ( the queen sunshine princess )

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sometimes i think about how g.ift of the n.ight f.ury did ruffnut more justice in her like 2 minutes of screentime than the third movie ever could. that movie is dead to me forever.

#&&. ooc ( the queen sunshine princess ) #if you liked the third all the power to you but keep it away from ruff forever #it literally KILLED my muse for her for years #i was so mad at the franchise i couldn't even look at her

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susi

#&&. faith ( aesthetic ) #&&. queue ( sweeping up the stardust )

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ooc question. how many housecats do you think you can stuff into a toyota sienna?

assuming live and uncaged maybe like five before trying to keep them all inside is too annoying or a danger to my health because of the tornados of fur and claws

#i often describe my job as wrangling kittens #i have no interest in trying to gets cats to stay ANYWHERE #especially not a car #not unless it's like coated with pate #&&. ooc ( the queen sunshine princess ) #llimerrence

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          AT THE INQUIRY, depths peeked to the map, attempting to locate this drusselstein he spoke of.  red knew far more of the country than many youth might, but that was one name she couldn’t claim familiarity with.  most likely it was a smaller town - one of the sorts she and angry would have PASSED through or ignored entirely.  unless it wasn’t… and in which case, the two simply must have never gone near there... the red head was c e r t a i n she would have recalled the name otherwise.

                   finally a shrug was offered - pursued by the shaking of her head.  a relenting to not knowing the location he spoke of, though that didn’t mean it wasn’t near…  there were a couple directions that hadn’t been taken or come from.  so many winding paths, long roads, places to explore…

         pulling herself from dreams of wandering, she tapped her chin before reaching out.  small hand pressed gently his own before gesturing to the map.  an effort to ask him where home was for him.  based off his accent… well.  she wasn’t positive…  she pointed to england before pulling back with twisted uncertainty now painting her features.  that didn’t seem c o r r e c t… but it was her best guess for an initial stab.

Luckily Phineas was the patient sort, and he wasn't going to pressure her into speaking if she didn't want to. He would just resort to one of the methods he used with his brother, the most common of which was usually having them write down what they wanted to say. Which he thought was exactly what she was going to do when she slipped the paper out of her pocket.

Until she handed it to him and he unfolded it to see that it was a map. Neat.

"Germany, huh? I don't suppose this is anywhere near Drusselstein? Me and my brother are kind of famous there." He wasn't bragging just trying to find out if this was a location he knew or not. It would help in the long run since he couldn't recall hearing anything about a 'Corona' while he had been visiting before. "Either way, I'm a lot further than home than I intended to be."

#fabulousflynn #&&. red verse ( main ) #&&. queue ( sweeping up the stardust )

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#&&. otp ( grayson && ally ) #&&. queue ( sweeping up the stardust )

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          CLEO WANDERED UP to where he sat, reaching delicate fingers to gently stroke against the sleek scales of a few of his snakes; absentmindedly finding comfort in the cool, smooth texture.  how she had missed them during the time of separation - and how she hated when deuce tucked them away beneath a hat of some fashion… she hoped he wouldn’t SMOTHER them so much tonight.  it was a chance to have fun, to relax.  the serpents deserved as much to enjoy it, as well.  they were better than most monsters, it had felt as though she had lost far more than just a boyfriend when the breakup had happened.

                    “hm, deuce, you k n o w you’re the afterlife of the party regardless.  especially if you’re by heath, because then you’re probably quite literally on fire.”  it was entirely said in jest even if tone hinted mockery.  did heath annoy her?  yes, extremely.  but cleo never despised him.  frustration didn’t equate to hate, and seeing how much fun the boys had together made up for her personal qualms.  the party wasn’t just for the two of them, they’d get to see all their friends, and she wouldn’t force deuce to stand beside her the entire night.

         buuuuuut the idea of making sure he was quite clearly seen at her side for everyone to see ( especially nefera ) was an idea she had certainly toyed with in her mind.  it was a craving, a chance to reclaim what she had lost.  not just her crown but her spirit.  the mummy princess would never dare recollect just how f a l l e n she had become without the gorgon there to catch her.  broken felt an incorrect statement but perhaps lost.  taking a path to please her family that his guiding hands hadn’t been able to steer her from.

                     “...okay, i do love a chance to ruin my sister.  but i don’t want it to be an all night thing, i have to have some cute pics for my instascream.”  pause.  “not that i’m not stunning and you’re not handsome, but… matching!”  she wanted to embarrass nefera, not the two of them.

"Maybe I found my true calling - to be a disco ball and become the center of the party. Sorry Cleo, I know you wish you were me." Deuce cracked a grin. Of course, he knew he looked absolutely ridiculous, but that was the point. Cleo had been stressed about other things this week, and well...he wanted to help her unwind.

Yes, the princess tried to remain poised and horrified, but there were little things the Gorgon knew to look out for. Those little flickers of amusement did NOT go unnoticed.

"That would've taken away from my oh so miraculous entrance." He argued teasingly as he sat himself within one of the chairs. "Besides, Nef will be there...and if you want to take the opportunity to drive her nuts, then I'm all for it! But I do have a plan B that matches...just in case.”

#storybounded #&&. cleo verse ( her heart for him ) #( cleo voice ) destroying nefera is an a+ plan but we'll need plan b #&&. queue ( sweeping up the stardust )

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There’s nothing I love more than a dumb blonde with Daddy’s plastic.

Legally Blonde (2001) dir. Robert Luketic

#&&. laila ( musings ) #&&. cleo ( musings ) #&&. charlotte ( musings ) #&&. pipp ( musings ) #&&. queue ( sweeping up the stardust )

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Cleo De Nile! 💛🩵

#&&. cleo ( images ) #&&. queue ( sweeping up the stardust )

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          “WHOA, SLOW DOWN, i can already hear hiccup having a heart attack with excitement over the idea of more than just dragons out there.”  hm, had he been doing anything particularly ANNOYING lately?  maybe she could bring it up to him, then bring in mari and let him die in nerd heaven while she went and did something actually cool.  by the time he noticed, it would be t o o late, and ruffnut would have the fact she introduced him to his new bestie hanging over his head.  it was genius, and knuckles cracked in anticipation, barely catching the inquiry to rise from her companion.

                 attention tilted back downward from being in the clouds of imagination, catching sight of rifling around in a bag.  what would come out immediately caught the attention of the heads, and thrilled wiggles would have knocked the twin off had she not already been holding tightly.  grunt was given but pursued by a laugh, swinging a leg around so she draped over a neck rather than sat.  “yeah, just let me get down before they either toss me off a cliff or smash me when they inevitably try to steal from each other.”

       feet hit the earth in heavy drop - not known for a sense of grace.  wandering to the side, ruffnut placed her hands to her hips as she awaited the show, tossing her head enough to keep one long braid from her face.

               “go ahead.  they’ll be your new friend for sure.”

"OH, WE GOT MORE THAN JUST DRAGONS BACK HOME." More like a menagerie of monsters, all of which came in so many different shapes and sizes. From flying and burning wyverns to fanged beasts and temnocerans, Hakolo Island and the mainland to the west certainly had a colorful collection of beasts. Mari simply specialized in wyverns by chance; fate had given her four of them, two of which were the same exact species.

The playful tussle between both heads earns an amused smile as they stir, Mari's features softening in unyielding patience and affection for such things. There's no question that she's biased; she could interact with other people just fine, but monsters tended to receive the benefit of the doubt more than anything else. To her, most of them didn't have the propensity for actual malice. They were just creatures trying to survive.

. . . There were a few exceptions out there, however.

"Here. May I?" The rider begins fishing something out of the pouch on her hip, and eventually pulls out a small satchet of bullfango jerky. If she's allowed, she would toss one piece each to either head, deciding they were both worthy of a treat after earning her fascination.

#rathalascendant #&&. ruffnut verse ( main ) #&&. queue ( sweeping up the stardust )