Hallo Hallo Hallo, and welcome to the esteemed blog of Lady Cinnabunni, an artiste and writer extraordinaire/j. I reblog stuff I’m interested in or find important here, but soon there’ll be some art and writing stuff from me one day. Hopefully. My main goal on this site is to spread ✨Positivity✨, at least I try to anyways. A bit of extraneous information: my Pronouns are She/They, my Special Interests are Sleeping Beauty & Spider-Man (odd pair, I know), and my favorite flowers are Roses & Plum Blossoms! Thanks for reading, stay peachy!
CALLING ALL MONKIE KID FANS! COME SIGN THIS PETITION! DON'T LET THE SHOW GET CAGED!
LINK HERE!
Let's show our love for Lego Monkie Kid, sign the petition! Get active with fanart, introduce more people to the show! Find a way to watch the show that supports the creation of the show, if you can! Let's get busy and let's get loud! WAKE UP LMK fandom! Time to pop out of the snow like DASIES and make sure that this show loved by so many is given the attention it deserves and let them know we want more!
I know we've all been anxious lately over how we haven't heard any news. But just keep supporting the show, showing your love for it, and letting those working on the show know you want more! We can do it every one!
Also, don't spam them, but go email Lego in order to let them know that the show has a dedicated fanbase ready to support the show's continued production!!!
How do you contact Lego?
Here's a post explaining how!
Let's show them the true power of Lego Monkie Kids (aka LMK Fans) all around the world!
Just in case any of you happened to like the LazyTown Sportarobbie fic I linked before (I just finished it right now and I LOVED IT), here’s another one.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8707891
Enjoy yourselves, you freaks (affectionate, thanks so much for being here guys)
Y’all I’m so fucking sad AO3 is down and I was reading the most exquisite LazyTown Sportarobbie fics and I was two chapter away from the end BUT NOW IM LEFT WONDERING UNTIL IT COMES BACK ON AND I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPEEEEENS. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
edit: Ao3 is back (LETS FUCKING GOOOOOO) thank you SO MUCH to all the volunteers and amazing people working that worked so so extra hard and brought it back so fast, and for the people in the comments asking for thy exquisite LazyTown fic, here you go
I need tiktokers to understand that ao3 has been home for the freaks (affectionate) ever since the day it was created. the entire site was created because “dark and fucked up fics” were banned and removed from other platforms, so us freaks came together and created a site for other freaks — a site where nothing is censored, a site with no algorithm, no capitalism, no ads, and again, absolutely no censorship.
this has been our house for decades. you newbies don’t come into our house and tell us how to arrange our furniture. either be nice and respect our house, or leave and build your own house elsewhere.
Write about anything you fucking want as long as no actual people are being harmed! And I will use my eyes and hands to not read that and block anyone that makes me uncomfortable while allowing people to write whatever they want in fictional worlds with fictional characters!
I don’t engage with this type of fics as they make me super uncomfortable. but I know for a fact a lot of victims and survivors of csa write about it to help them cope and heal from their trauma. I know for a fact writing about it has helped a lot of victims and survivors heal.
(but even if someone was never a victim, as long as no real person or animal is harmed, what someone writes is their business. I don’t read it. you don’t have to read it if it upsets you. it cannot upset you or me as long as we don’t go searching for it.)
no censorship means nothing is censored.
no censorship does not mean things you personally find disgusting must be censored.
I personally write stories where the fmc is preyed upon because my eldest sibling abused my sisters and I. It's cathartic, and helps me cope. In my case the fcms always get their gruesome revenge on the abuser (whoever they may be in the story), but I still support other survivors reading and writing these types of stories to heal. There is no such thing as a thought crime, and policing what people read and write actually harms survivors. If someone don't like what I write, they should exercise their right to their personal Internet experience and block me with no hard feelings on my end. But one should not promote censorship under any circumstances.
I’ve read and occasionally written some really dark messed up fics, and yeah, it’s therapeutic. But guess what it’s not? It’s not a reflection of anything I would actually personally do or condone in real actual life.
I hate to roll out a cliche but truly… if you can understand that most people who like playing violent video games where they shoot people in the face are NOT dangerous or violent irl, you should be able to extrapolate from that and understand that most people reading weird dark disturbing sex fantasies are NOT dangerous sexual predators irl. It’s fantasy, and it’s catharsis.
I need tiktokers to understand that ao3 has been home for the freaks (affectionate) ever since the day it was created. the entire site was created because “dark and fucked up fics” were banned and removed from other platforms, so us freaks came together and created a site for other freaks — a site where nothing is censored, a site with no algorithm, no capitalism, no ads, and again, absolutely no censorship.
this has been our house for decades. you newbies don’t come into our house and tell us how to arrange our furniture. either be nice and respect our house, or leave and build your own house elsewhere.
Write about anything you fucking want as long as no actual people are being harmed! And I will use my eyes and hands to not read that and block anyone that makes me uncomfortable while allowing people to write whatever they want in fictional worlds with fictional characters!
I don’t engage with this type of fics as they make me super uncomfortable. but I know for a fact a lot of victims and survivors of csa write about it to help them cope and heal from their trauma. I know for a fact writing about it has helped a lot of victims and survivors heal.
(but even if someone was never a victim, as long as no real person or animal is harmed, what someone writes is their business. I don’t read it. you don’t have to read it if it upsets you. it cannot upset you or me as long as we don’t go searching for it.)
no censorship means nothing is censored.
no censorship does not mean things you personally find disgusting must be censored.
I personally write stories where the fmc is preyed upon because my eldest sibling abused my sisters and I. It's cathartic, and helps me cope. In my case the fcms always get their gruesome revenge on the abuser (whoever they may be in the story), but I still support other survivors reading and writing these types of stories to heal. There is no such thing as a thought crime, and policing what people read and write actually harms survivors. If someone don't like what I write, they should exercise their right to their personal Internet experience and block me with no hard feelings on my end. But one should not promote censorship under any circumstances.
I’ve read and occasionally written some really dark messed up fics, and yeah, it’s therapeutic. But guess what it’s not? It’s not a reflection of anything I would actually personally do or condone in real actual life.
I hate to roll out a cliche but truly… if you can understand that most people who like playing violent video games where they shoot people in the face are NOT dangerous or violent irl, you should be able to extrapolate from that and understand that most people reading weird dark disturbing sex fantasies are NOT dangerous sexual predators irl. It’s fantasy, and it’s catharsis.
Y’all the fuck is it with Rook Hunt that makes everyone wanna date him 😭. Like- THAT FUCKING BOB BRO- How is he pulling it off oh my god😭😭😭. I’m convinced magic is real solely because of how many people draw themselves with this man while hotties like Floyd, Silver, Riddle, Malleus, My Fairest Vil, and so many others exist. Like god damn-
♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 totes adorbs!! but kinda bummed u didn't pick me for such a cute pic idea... (ㅠ‸ㅠ)
¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @diamond_mind Oh I'm so sorry!! I got so busy with preparations that it slipped my mind u_u; I'll save you a spot next time, promise!
𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 ....okay so this MIGHT turn into a series. I pray to the Seven that Leona isn't active on magicam or else I'm migrating (he looks so peaceful tho, doesn't he?!)
𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Decided to pay our octobuddy a little visit at the @mostrolounge this afternoon 🐙🍹What a face! (also, wow where did all of you come from?? Was Leona's sleeping visage that baffling of a prospect? ùᴗu,, actually, I'm now realizing that I hadn't even set this account to private...oops.)
🐬 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘀.𝗮.𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘆 ahahah!! oh man look at his face! little shrimpy's got guts~
¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 thanks for being the cameraman buddy ùᴗu ͙͘͡★ 7 replies
❤️ 𝗮𝗰𝗲_𝗼𝗳𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 I'm surprised you didn't get ptsd just from walking into that room LMAO
¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @ace_ofhearts hm okay how about you join me next time
🐬 𝗷𝗮𝗱𝗲.𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗰𝗵. hahah. how swift. perhaps i may join you one day to capture such riveting images. 3 replies
🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 ok no I'm actually so invested we can't just move on from the fact that this guy showed up all of a sudden and just KNOWS Leona kingscholar personally?!?? 200 replies
𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Another face cradled! And a dear friend hugged! Had a blast at this wonderful get-together in Scarabia dorm ☀️🏮🎇 I think I'm ready to sleep for a week though hahaha ^^;
☀️ 𝗸𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗺✪ I'm so glad you came! I don't think I've had that much fun with friends in a while! You're always welcome whenever you feel like visiting 😊✨
𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Nothing better than a long evening spent with the beauty queen himself @vilshoenheit. And look, he reciprocated! How sweet~ 💜✨ A wonderful idol, an even better friend.
👑 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘁✪ How precious. Do take good care of that manicure.
¬👑 𝘃𝗶𝗹𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗲𝗶𝘁 Wait, Grace, is this a private post?
𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 Seems like I've been graced with this nice little picture from @0r1h0_shr0ud2 during a visit to Idia's dorm! No face hold unfortunately, but it's quite cute!🩵🤍 Very rare, it seems Idia has yet to realize the photo being taken ^o^. Peep the adorable little PreMo gacha figure I got for him...? 👀
🩵 𝟬𝗿𝟭𝗵𝟬_𝘀𝗵𝗿𝟬𝘂𝗱𝟮 I was so happy that you decided to stay and keep my brother company, Grace Alexander-san. Idia doesn't show it, but you really made his day!
¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @0r1h0_shr0ud2 awww! I'm always happy to spend time with you both! 🤍 3 replies
💙 𝗴𝗹𝟬𝟬𝗺𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗶 woah when was this?! you can't just spring such a rare event out of nowhere! delete, delete!!! 5 replies
♦️ 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗱_𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 oh my Seven!! you both look so dope! truly inspiring— and can we talk about how *adorbs* you look with that biscuit hanging from ur mouth?? (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧
¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 @diamond_mind brothaaaa keep this up and you'll be fighting off rumors for days LOL ùᴗu ahuahu
🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 Am I tweaking or is that like. *The* Idia Shroud from the family Shroud part of the largest technological pioneers in Twisted Wonderland. Or am I insane.
¬🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 this HAS to be a social experiment atp?? What in the world is this guy's power??? 467 replies
𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 it felt almost special, leaving my vest off. Maybe it was the winter breeze. Tsunotaro helped me with his cape, though, despite my insistence. What a sweet personality! 💚🐉 We took a long walk through an abandoned woods, found some gorgeous gargoyles. To end my little series, I asked to hold him as well. He doesn't own a magicam account so I can't tag him... But at least he can keep the pictures :) Hurray! It ends! 🤍✨
🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 THERE IS NOOOOO FUCKING WAY I REFUSE NO NO ABSOLUTELY NO WAY THIS IS AN EVIL PRANK WHAT WHAT WHATTTTATSYSYTHJDHJ WHO IS THIS GUYYYYYY 1204 replies
🌐 𝘁𝘄𝘀𝘁𝗻𝗽𝗰 OH YES DROP THE BOMB ON US WHY NOT. OKAY. THREE OTHER CELEBS WEREN'T ENOUGH I GUESS. 762 replies
🦇 𝘃𝗮𝗻𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗲𝗲 Grace, you must know I have never been so entertained in my long life. Why, Malleus himself sits beside me and stares down at the screen in bafflement!
¬ 🐊 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴.𝘇𝗶𝗴𝗯𝗼𝗹𝘁 @yuur_grace YOU ARE ENTIRELY UNCONNIVING. YOU PLACE MALLEUS UNDER INTENSE SCRUTINY FROM THE MASSES AS WELL AS LADY MALEFICIA! YOU SHOULD BE MORE MINDFUL, HUMAN!!
¬🦐 𝘆𝘂𝘂𝗿_𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 OH my god.
HEHEHE I HOPE YOU LIKED THIS AS MUCH AS I DID THIS WAS SO EXHAUSTING BUT SO FUN TO MAKE !!! 🩷🤍🩷✨✨ Also pls don't look too hard at the numbers ik a lot of them are wrong I'm sleep deprived and high on 3 monster cans 🤍
YES YES YES YES YES. The ART. Oh MY GOOOD. It’s so in character it’s insane, and oh my god Malleus with his hand on Grace’s waist oh my lord I would die. Bro I love this so much 😭😭😭
Is what you can’t help but think as you eye the date on your calendar: a tear-away freebie given to you by Sam a few days after breaking a priceless, historical chandelier. You can only assume the sight of you paying for a cup of ramen with loose change was just so pitiful he had to give it to you. Either that or he just didn’t want it anymore. Since then, you have made it your mission to go to the school store with a ton of loose change. See if you can paint an even more miserable sight, so Sam will give you a free car or whatever.
But that’s getting off track, because today is the 25th of December. It’s Christmas, but on the calendar, it just reads as ‘Thursday.’
It's not like you didn't know this was coming. You've already passed certain events like Thanksgiving and the Fall Equinox without a hitch.
But, for some reason, Christmas just seemed like a given. You had just assumed it would be here. Regardless of the lack of enthusiasm leading up to the winter break, for anything other than going home.
Halloween, almost a perfect copy. But Christmas? Which is arguably in the same branch of thought as Halloween, considering its roots in Pagan tradition? Nope, nothing.
It's not about the holiday itself, if you're being honest. It's about what it stood for. A day to come together. A day for you to see people you've only seen a handful of times each year. A day to remember those no longer present.
It was familiar, warm. And now you're all too aware of how cold you are. How foreign this big, abandoned dorm really is.
The ghosts eventually come to get you, since you've been standing still in your bathroom with your toothbrush in your mouth for who knows how long. You spit, hoping the action will rid you of this stupor like it will the froth on your tongue.
It doesn't, it follows you out the door and into the frigid morning air. Ready to swallow you whole until—
"Prefect!" Red and blue fill your vision, then you blink, and Ace and Deuce come into focus. "Morning!"
"... Good morning."
"Where's Grim?" Deuce steps up next to Ace, hair hanging low over his brows from the downward push of his beanie.
"... I think I left him upstairs."
"Finally deciding to abandon him?" Ace grins, all cheek.
"Sure," you shrug, then go back inside to fetch him.
The winter holidays are almost over, which you're both grateful and remorseful for. On one hand, the campus will be alive again. On the other hand, the campus will be alive again. A double-edged sword where one side holds a shiny new future of possibility and the other is covered in blot. And your holidays already had enough of the latter, thank you.
"When does everyone come back?" You ask idly while all four of you, Grim newly acquired and balanced half asleep on your shoulders, walk toward the main campus.
"That depends," Ace hums. "Some guys decide to beat the crowd by coming early, and some wait until the last minute."
"Does the Mirror bring them back?" A strong breeze pushes past you, forcing an equally strong shiver to rattle your teeth.
"If they need it, yes." Deuce moves to your other side, a shield against the biting chill of the wind. "But most just find their own way back. Like how we did."
"Oh, so other transportation." You nod, considering. "That must cost a lot each year."
"No, students get waived from travel expenses during this time of year. You just gotta show them an ID, or in our case, our pens, and the tickets are free." Ace explains.
You nod, very much impressed. What you would give to have had this type of societal support while being a student.
"Did your world not do that?" Deuce asks, a rare moment of him catching onto your reaction.
"No, not on a universal level."
"Man, your world just keeps seeming shittier and shittier." Ace tsks, kicking at a snowbank.
You only hum in response, thinking about your world. About the holidays and today’s date. About the warmth you are missing.
Your shivering stops once you start feeding the fairies their daily logs. They ooze heat like little mini radiators, pushing the numbness from your fingertips. One of them flits past your hand, especially close. So close you can feel the promise of a burn should it decide to move even an inch closer. That doesn't happen, of course, but it does look at you with what you can only assume to be the fairy equivalent of gratitude before diving back into the newly roaring fire.
Grim takes that moment to try and subconsciously lean towards the new heat source, forcing you to catch him as he rolls off your shoulders before he too becomes fuel.
"Should've let the little guy fall in. Fire would've lasted until the New Year." Ace comments from over your shoulder.
You reach out blindly behind you to pop him on the side of the head. From the volume of his yelp, you can only assume Deuce had a similar idea.
Grim jolts awake in your arms with a snort, "tuna..?"
"When we get home, bub," you murmur, petting between his flaming ears.
With all the fires restocked and fairies happy, Ace and Deuce start talking about this new card game that they learned from Kalim on the trek back. You're nodding along with them, half listening and half dissociating. But then you're forced to stop as a wall of mass folds over you, threatening to press you into the ground.
"Shrimpy!"
"Wha— Floyd?! When did you get here?!" Ace balks as he whirls around.
"Please get off the Prefect, Floyd.” Deuce, the poor boy, furrows his brows, concerned for your legs that visibly wobble.
Grim, for once, doesn't say anything. But you feel him press closer to your chest with a distressed sound.
"Morning, Floyd." You greet like normal, straining under his weight. "Did you need something, or are you just trying to turn me into a pancake?"
"Mmm, no, maybe later." He muses, then his weight is suddenly gone. You're about to sigh in relief until you're promptly picked up like a stuffed animal. "Gotta borrow you though."
And you're off, thrown over his shoulder as you watch Ace and Deuce get further and further away, listening to their shouts of protest.
"Hngyah?! What the heck?! Why'd you have ta swipe me too?!" Grim yowls right next to your ear.
"You're the one who didn't want to be put down." You point out with a wince, tugging at his little arms where his nails have dug into the puff of your coat.
“'Cause it’s still morning!” He whines, tail thumping across your back as it thrashes in dismay.
“Then don’t complain when you’re kidnapped along with me.” Is the last thing you say before Floyd all but launches through the Mirror.
“So happy you were free to assist us at this time, Prefect!” Azul is abuzz with enthusiasm you have no doubt is at least 75% exaggerated. “I mean, considering what a big help we were with Jamil, it’d be rude not to aid us with this new line of products for the New Year.”
“More like he’s holding you captive until you fork over your otherworldly knowledge.” Ace muttered, pressed against your side in a Mostro Lounge booth as you fiddle with the pen in your hand.
You didn’t outwardly say it, but you agreed with Ace. Turns out the ‘borrow’ that Floyd mentioned was code for ‘Azul needs you to write down recipes and specialty holiday drinks from your world that he can copy and capitalize on.’ Which, you’re a bit annoyed about, but the three did help you with the Scarabia incident. Enough to warrant a few free ideas. In the name of the Christmas spirit, you suppose.
That no longer existed here.
“Henchman!”
You jerk in your seat at Grim’s call, glancing to your left where he’s wrapped himself over your shoulders like a scarf.
“Can you get this over with already? You promised me tuna when we get home.”
“Working on it,” you huff while looking back down at the paper before you.
“What’s ‘eggnog’?” Deuce is on your other side, peering over your shoulder.
You blink, "It's eggnog."
Deuce blinks right back, "So... nog with egg in it?"
"... Maybe?"
"How do you not know what's in it?'' Ace gives you a funny look.
"I don't know," you grumble. "It's just eggnog. A type of milk that's sweet and rich that the grocery stores sell at Christmas time."
"Christmas? What's that?"
You look up and see Floyd leaning heavily across the table to stare you down. You can also see Azul stood beside him, his arms crossed and his expression curious. Jade, done with whatever he was doing behind the bar, is crossing the room towards your group.
"... Well," you croak, then clear your throat. "Christmas is a holiday from home that celebrates gifts."
"Gifts?" Grim perks up, because of course he does.
"Yeah, as in giving gifts. Families come together to give each other presents. It's supposed to be a time for joy and kindness before the New Year."
"Where does eggnog fit into that, though?" Ace asks.
"It's just a drink people make around the holidays that's associated with Christmas." You shrug, unsure of the answer yourself.
"And everyone celebrates this holiday where you're from?" Jade chimes in with a question now that he's within range.
"No, not everyone, but I'd say most people do. There's, like, different variations of the holiday depending on the religion and country."
"And what day does Christmas occur on?" Azul asks.
You pause, momentarily hesitant, before shaking the apprehension off. "Um, today, actually. The 25th of December."
They all look at you for a second in varying degrees of emotion. You make sure not to stare at anyone, taking special interest in writing down the word 'Cranberries' on your mostly blank page.
"It's today." Ace clarifies.
"Yeah, today." You still don't look up.
"We should be giving out gifts today?" Grim questions, nudging the side of your head with his snout.
"Where I'm from, yes. If you celebrate it."
"And do you typically celebrate it, Prefect?" Jade questions.
You make a vague gesture, scribbling down 'Peppermint.'
"Why didn't you say anything this morning?" Deuce, as direct as ever, goes for the jugular and asks.
You wince, mind churning for an excuse. Then Kalim and Jamil burst through the Lounge's doors on a flying carpet, and you're saved from answering.
"Why can't we stay at Scarabia all the time? Why are we going back through the cold when we could just stay in the hot?" Ace whines, arms wrapped tightly around his midsection.
"I spent enough time in that dorm to last me the entire rest of the winter, thank you very much." You sniff, ignoring Grim, who keeps darting between your steps. Probably still annoyed that you've denied him the privilege of being in your arms on the way back to Ramshackle. "No offense, Kalim."
Kalim, the sweet angel, merely laughs and beams. "The heat isn't for everyone!"
"Well, it is for me." Ace groans, feet crunching heavily in the snow. "Why'd we have to leave? I was fine moving shop after Kalim and Jamil came barging into Mostro."
Turns out, Kalim and Jamil came flying into Mostro (literally) because they were looking for you. In your stupor from this morning, you forgot you had agreed to guide Jamil through a recipe you knew from home, which was weirdly similar to a favorite of Kalim's. And for some reason, that meant everyone in the room with you had to come with to try it.
"If this breeze is enough to get you whinin', you wouldn't last a second where we're from, Crabby." Floyd comments.
"That's another thing, why are you guys still here?" Ace pointedly looks at the Octavinelle trio.
"Huh?" Floyd's tone turns lilting in a way that spells trouble. "You telling us to scram, Crabby?"
Ace, ever the empath, quickly shoots out, "No. I just meant I'm surprised you would want to play games with us."
Somehow, during your master chef lesson in Scarabia, the guys had gotten Kalim and Jamil up to speed on Christmas. To which they had insisted there be a party. And you, not knowing what to do with the feeling swirling in your chest, vehemently denied it. Arguing that yeah, ok, maybe there should be a party, but just a little one. Cause Christmas was personal like that.
And now here you were, towing a group of guys to play Go Fish or something in your living room.
What a life you now lived.
"Let's try and keep this evening civil, gentlemen." You cut in before Floyd gets especially offended. "We take card games very seriously in this household, within reason. That means no throwing fists and no cheating."
"We would never," Azul gasps, looking appalled.
You, having survived a deal with him, raise a brow, unimpressed but without further comment.
Azul smiles in response, all good-natured and proper. So does Jade, and Floyd. If you consider flashing sharp teeth in a smile reminiscent of something feral, proper. Jamil looks about as unimpressed as you feel, but maybe with a tad bit more disgust. Kalim is strangely quiet but visibly eager as he bounces on the balls of his feet. Deuce is as well. The quiet part, that is, not so much visibly eager. And refusing to look at you on top of it. Ace, on the other hand, is staring right at you and pointedly not at Floyd.
You sigh, feeling old beyond your years as you open your front door. To which you're immediately greeted by a wave of noise and a half-pile, half-orderly array of shoes.
"... Kalim," your mouth moves ahead of your thoughts. "Did you decide to host a party anyway, but at my house instead?"
"No! Well, kind of." He waves his hands around. "You said it should be personal, right? Christmas."
"What?" Falls incredulous from your lips before you shake your head. "I mean, yeah. Sorta."
"Right, so I told a bunch of our friends to gather at Ramshackle to join us for game night!"
There's too much to consider at the moment. But the smug satisfaction across Ace's face in particular is just begging to be addressed.
"You knew about this," you state more than ask. "All that complaining was an act."
Ace's smirk is answer enough. "Had to play my part, right?"
"I cannot believe you," you say, yet you totally do.
"Got you good, huh?"
"I will throw you out a window."
"What happened to being civil?"
"Unnecessary comment, Jade, hush."
"Come on." Kalim, done waiting, latches onto your arm and starts bodily dragging you toward the noise. "Everyone is waiting!"
Turns out, 'everyone' meant just about everyone you vaguely knew. Cater, Trey, and Riddle were sitting around your coffee table in discussion with Lilia, Silver, and Sebek. Jack, Ruggie, someone you think is the Ignihyde Housewarden's bionic brother, Ortho, and who you knew to be Epel from Spelldrive Club were nearby talking as well. Even the Housewarden and Vice Housewarden of Pomefiore were here. Which was odd considering you've only heard stories about them, really. But not as odd as Leona somehow being here. Granted, he seemed to be asleep across your sofa, but still. Props to whoever convinced him to be conscious enough to get here.
"Shouldn't everyone be at home still?" You ask, reeling.
"We mentioned this morning how most people get back early, right?" Deuce leans into your line of sight with a questioning tilt of his head.
"Well, I don't know all these people."
"That would be my doing!" Cater chimes with a raise of his hand as he approaches. Making everyone in the room stop in varying degrees to look at your group. "I know the ADeuce boys said it was personal, but a friend of a friend still counts, right?"
"... So it wasn't just Kalim putting the word out, was it." You give your two most trusted advisors a critical eye, rethinking your mental title for them entirely. "The nerve."
Deuce looks bashful, and you find the fight leaving your body as quick as it came. Ace, however, you could punt.
Before you can, though, Vil Scheonheit of all people walks up. "Prefect," he acknowledges with an outstretched hand. "I've heard lots about you, it's a pleasure."
More than a little spellbound, you automatically reach to shake it. His hands are far too soft for how cold the weather is.
"There," he smiles, pleased. "Now we're more than just a friend of a friend, hm?"
You have nothing else to say to that. Nor do you ever get a chance to, as you're pulled into the fray of people.
You tried not to hope for anything today after you saw the date on your calendar. It was easier to live here through a lens of uncertainty than one of expectation. Otherwise, you would've died from culture shock long before your first overblot.
But here, in this moment, you eventually forget about it. Your circumstances, your home, your family, the haze from this morning. All that didn't matter right now. Not when you were on a winning streak in Go Fish. Not when Vil had offered to be your hairstylist after you mentioned needing a haircut. Not when Jack showed you pictures from his family's skiing trip. Not when Riddle leaned in close to talk about how things went with his mother. Not when Ignihyde's Housewarden Idia started a conversation with you from his floating iPad that had been hiding behind Ortho for most of the night. Not when Grim was curled up in your lap after a hefty amount of tuna. Not when Leona actually woke up to join in a conversation. And certainly not when, after sneaking out for some fresh air, you followed the green wisps of light towards the shadow of your nightly visitor.
y’all I have the FRESHEST idea for a Lego Monkie Kid AU, it’s been rolling around in my head for almost 2 years and it’s basically its own series, like I’ve got mini seasons and a show title and character arcs planned out and everything 😭. Maybe I should drop some of it here sometime idk
I'm SO sorry I'm late for this, but it came to my attention that today is Walt Disney's 1959 movie Sleeping Beauty's 67th anniversary!!! I love this movie so so so much, and after seeing so many talented and amazing writers on this blog today, such as the incredible elf-kid2 and their amazing Princess and Wizard story they’re working on (seriously you have to read it, it’s incredible), I’ve become inspired to start sharing some of my own literary works here, as small as they may be (and how frequently they might just be fanfiction). But I’m still just so excited to share this day with y’all, and I can’t wait to see more of your amazing creativity! See you soon!
