“skeletons aren’t scary! we’re filled with oozing, pulsing meat! it’s the meat that’s scary!” she’s distressed.
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“skeletons aren’t scary! we’re filled with oozing, pulsing meat! it’s the meat that’s scary!” she’s distressed.
traagedywritten:
it does throw her off for a moment, olivia quickly shrugging it off as a kind gesture. it’s a good day to use as an excuse for gifting one flowers, right? there’s a smile as olivia takes the flowers from nani. “these are really nice, thank you.”
nani smiled, somewhat relieved. “you’re welcome!” it was probably better to back out now and go off to bother her father but. . . “and, um, thank you.” a hand rubbed the back of her neck, nervous. “for, well, everything.”
thickcrskiin:
the fact that he was trying was nice enough, at least— didn’t mean she wasn’t still dying inside, but it made it a little more bearable. not by much, but at least it was something as she reluctantly turns back around and slides her back down the tree trunk until she’d sat in the grass. “it’s— it’s fine, really. not a big deal.”
he was worried, poor fool had no experience with this despite how long he’s been alive. “are you sure?” forgive him, it’s in his nature to be concerned for the safety of others. but if she was sure, maybe dropping it would be the appropriate thing to do. “i’m, uh, i’m clyde, by the way.” forgive him again. he has very little interaction with others.
Send “You are not of this world, are you?” for a first meeting starter between muses from different worlds/fandoms
Ideal for crossovers and fandomless OCs!
“SHRIMP!! HEAVEN!! NOW!!”
thickcrskiin:
oh, there’s no doubt she’s blushing even as she ducks her head to brush a few locks of hair back behind one ear. god, she didn’t want to leave– for a vacation she hadn’t been sure about when she started, it felt like it could have gone on for ages and at this point, she’d have been perfectly fine with that. “what if i just….don’t go back?”
guzma couldn’t help the smile that came to him at that, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “you know i would have no complaints about that.” things seemed a lot better since she arrived, far more fun than usual. “you really thinkin’ about it?”
Send in ‘✿’ for starter where your muse finds out that mine has Hanahaki Disease
Hanahaki Disease - a fictional disease where the victim regurgitates and coughs up flower petals when they suffer from unrequited love.
“who-- who’s gonna br-break it to blue that--that stacy’s d-dad isn’t r-real?”
traagedywritten:
“no.” is the immediate response, red’s eyes widening – from genuine shock or from comedic effect, well, who knows. “that kinda curiosity is dangerous, and i may be dumb, but i am not that du—” don’t even fucking finish that you filthy liar, “anyway. some things are best left as a mystery. just like stacy’s dad.”
there was clear offense on blue’s face before he just shook his head. why did no one feel the same disregard for safe curiosity he did when it came to the great mystery of stacy’s dad? his gaze drifted off towards the distance. “stacy’s dad, why must you elude me so?”
“. . . i’m going back to bed.” nevermind the fact he just woke up.
“. . . i miss mom. . .”
thickcrskiin:
deep breaths. deep breaths were a good idea– it was just a tree she ran into, not the end of the world. “….i’m– i’m good. i’ll survive.”
“i’m pretty sure i have--” and there he goes patting at his jacket pockets, rather unimpressive when he produces-- “nothing. . . sorry. thought i had a small first aid kit on me.” must have gotten put in a bag.
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“are you alright?” he was a bit concerned, but justifiably so. humans were weird.
“how come reading tea leaves is seen as this sophisticated, witchy thing but if i slam dunk an open can of ravioli onto the pavement of a gas station parking lot to see what kind of soda dialga thinks i should buy, foodstuff divination suddenly isn’t cool anymore?”
{small starter call for clyde?}
@traagedywritten didn’t ask for this tbh
“happy mother’s day!” look, olivia was totally her mom. definitely. and there were flowers presented with a sudden realization that this might be a little weird. well, too late to back out now.