the gravity queen.

affiliated with citta alveare. housed in apartment G-2. can manipulate gravity to affect solely her position three times a day for five minutes each. citizen.

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Having her argument, or rather lack thereof considering its weakness, thrown back in her face only continued to sour her mood. IT was the same as someone taunting her, pointing out her own flaws and mistakes. It really infuriated her – but, in this situation, where she could hardly stand, what was she to do about it?

Kat’s status as some sort of hero didn’t help, either. Heros were just a fantasy, a silly notion for people who didn’t know better – who were too weak or stupid to save themselves. So, to be saved by Kat, to have the other try and help her, it was a damage to her pride.

“– Just… Shut up, already…” She mumbled, hands now returned to their position on her face and brow. 

Why? Her mind was filled with the one word question; why would Kat help her? Why should Anemone believe her? Trust her? Why should she? Anemone didn’t – couldn’t – trust anyone.

She was exhausted, regardless. There was no energy to argue, to put up a fight either vocally or physically. It was obvious, and she hated that too. Yet, a small voice of reason chirped in that if the other girl had desired to harm her, she would have done it already! … Unless, of course, she wanted to steal from her apartment. But most of the things there didn’t belong to her, so, what would she care of her roommates’ things? It was a fifty-fifty shot.

She sighed; “And how, exactly, are you going to manage that? Tell me your grand plan, and… I’ll tell you the sector.”

[gravitygoddess]

Kat couldn’t help but smirk at the end of their brief argument. She had obviously won, from the pilot’s weak comeback. What the point of picking a fight anyways? They were both in the same situation, with the same amount of confusion. Didn’t it make sense to work together? Regardless of Anemone’s animosity, the shifter pushed on. If she were to leave now, what would that say about her? She would turn back on everything she had grown to believe in. Maybe her past self would’ve done that, but as far as the blonde was concerned, that person no longer existed.

The pilot was cautious to a fault, causing the shifter unneeded anxiety. If this plan didn’t sell to her, how in the world would she ever get her to cooperate? At least there was some semblance of open-mindedness in her statement, even if it was buried in toxicity. Then a thought arose. What if she just took her hand, said nothing, and did it anyways? ...Terrible idea.

“Well... Hopefully it’s this sector. Dusty and I can manipulate gravity’s direction and I can take you to your apartment faster that way. After that, I’ll be outta your hair. Promise!”

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So – what? She didn’t do it for the money, so then what was it? What was her angle; there had to be one, there was always one.

“Tch – !!” 

Oh, it was easy: she was one of those self-gratifying types! The worst of them all! They acted good, all high and mighty, just so they would get praised, so they could feel better about themselves. That had to be it, she was just in it for the thanks, for the recognition. Disgusting, she was just like him.

“So, so what?!” She couldn’t deny that, not back pedal on it, not when it was so obvious; that just made it all the more humiliating. “Who cares?!”

Now she was just getting mad to be mad.

She clicked her tongue in agitation, in annoyance. Her eyes went back to the mass of lights that hissed at her… Or, what sounded like a hiss. She couldn’t quite tell. Truly, she wasn’t one to talk, given her own strange pet, but Gulliver wasn’t there now. No, he was sleeping in her apartment, and she out here in the fray.

“What are you talking about?” Well, good; she didn’t want to pet him anyway! She didn’t question the pet’s identity as a cat, since she couldn’t distinguish just what it was.

[gravitygoddess]

The pilot’s arguing skills went from little to none in the blink of an eye. She knew full well that she had no reason to argue with Kat. Now it just seemed like she was doing it to... well, do it. If the shifter had no restraint, she’d call her out for her childish behavior. Everything happening abound her was indeed overwhelming, but there wasn’t a point in taking it out on the Gravity Queen herself! Time control just wasn’t in her utility belt. 

Anemone’s trail of thought wasn’t too far off, but missed the mark. Sure, Kat enjoyed the recognition that came from being a hero, but every action done was a part of her. She believed in the duty to help those in need, and those who can’t protect themselves. Kat had gotten herself into avoidable trouble countless times with that thought process, but it was worth it in the end. This was the same deal.

“Who cares, huh? Let’s see... I’m just spit-balling here, but I guess you do? I know we just met, but you can trust that I’ll keep you safe. Even if you are a little...grating.”

Now that the pilot opened up to her vocally, Kat could notice the wild difference between their voices. The shifter wasn’t aware of the Japanese-French accent she carried at all; she simply thought Anemone sounded weird.

“How’s this: you tell me where your apartment is, and I’ll try to take you there as fast as I can? Even the statue-like people won’t slow us down. Dusty can help with that.”

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Minutes passed, awkward and painful, her head still cradled in tensed hands. At any second, she could be thrown in to an unpredictable rage, a fit that unfortunately already had an easy target to lash out against – she didn’t even know the other girl’s name, but did it matter? No, should she be set off, anything was possible.

However, due to the break from the blur of a crowd, the discord in the air that she was so surprisingly sensitive to, the intense pain in her head eventually began to ebb. Not all the way, as she would have so desired, but enough to be manageable, to be ignored enough to focus on other things.

Like, the other girl sitting next to her, for example. What was her problem, what did she want? No act of kindness came solely from nothing, or so Anemone believed. No one was a good person, just because they wanted to be. Everyone wanted something. She turned to glare at her, now making up in annoyance for what it lacked in former hostility; she had nothing to offer, and herself wasn’t an option.

What a pain in the ass.

“ – Whatever.”

“Cut to the chase already,” she sighed in annoyance, staring down Kat. “I don’t have any money, if that’s what you’re after.”

It was true, she was broke. All her money had been spent on impulse after impulse.

Finally, she started to take in the other girl as a whole; tan skin, fair blonde hair, strange black clothes… Weird, and – wait. What… the hell was that thing in her lap? Some bundle of lights in the shape of something akin to an animal, and a small one. Was she really losing it? First blur-people and now a disco ball lap dog! … Cat… Thing.

“And – what the hell is that thing? It’s, ugh, ew, gross... Keep it away from me.”

[gravitygoddess]

The pilot’s tongue had been sharpened to a deadly point, piercing the silence that the alleyway harbored. It wasn’t the first time that Kat had been treated with disrespect after doing what someone asked for. That flashback to Augie and his father was chilling enough. Sure, save a young boy from dying in a gravity storm, and get blamed for destroying her house? It was all a typical part of her career as a superhero, and one that she begrudgingly embraced. 

Now the shifter was the one with the throbbing headache. From all the complaining.

Kat sighed and crossed her arms, still confused about the entire interaction. Last time she checked, Anemone had called out to her. Asked her to wait, and to look at her. As far as she was concerned, her and the pilot were the only two people unaffected by this time anomaly. Yet with the treatment the shifter recieved, it was unclear what exactly the pink haired girl wanted. She had given her help, and she brushed that away, as if it were nothing. Of course.

“Last time I checked, you’re the one who called out to me! I thought you wanted help and that’s what I gave you! I don’t want money or anything; I was just doing what I thought was right. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

Ahhh. There’s that temper. The first time she had her heroics met with such disgust, she felt so hurt. It was because the Shifters were strange to the people of Heskeville, and they had a bad reputation. This time, Kat knew she was in the right, so her anger came full force. Maybe they didn’t teach manners wherever the pilot came from. Dusty seemed to have a temper as well, his back craning and a hiss emenating from a mouth...shape on his face. First Anemone takes a stab at her, then her cat? Oooogh, she was getting on the shifter’s last nerve. Just like Raven did.

“Don’t worry, I don’t think he wants to be near you anyways. He’s my cat, and probably the only thing that can get us out of this mess.”

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Things like heroines and heroes – they didn’t exist to someone like her. No, they were a foolish notion only believed in by children. No one had ever come to save her, no one ever could. It had only been a strange turn of fate that she’d been taken to this city, and could she even regard that as being saved?

Not in this moment she didn’t.

The glare was moreso out of habit than anything, as she usually only needed a stern enough gaze to deter anyone from getting too close when she was like this. Yet this was worse than usual, and she didn’t have enough strength to protest more vocally, even if she knew she really needed someone else’s help. It was just a matter of pride, really.

– Eventually, she realized she’d been holding on to the other’s arm, and snatched it away quickly, only to use it to cradle her head in both hands. In her pain, she hardly noticed the appearance of a feline-shaped bundle of stars, but heard the majority of what was said to her.

Didn’t like her; well, she wasn’t far off, but, Anemone didn’t like anyone outside of her own pet. Something about those words, that she just couldn’t leave, it really pissed her off – so much so, that if the pilot had the energy, she would have shoved her away physically. That would teach her, teach her to leave well enough alone. But, the pilot could barely sit up right without leaning on the alley wall for assistance. She was all too aware of that.

“Fine,” she sounded more like she forced the words out, rather than agreeing to the other’s declaration. There really wasn’t much she could do about it, and she was starting to feel some relief, however slight, just from being out of the crowd.

With a sharp exhale, she tried to relax, all the while determined to not look in Kat’s direction; a slight of defiance against the situation, even though it was small.

[gravitygoddess]

The atmosphere of the whole thing felt heavy. First, there were innocent people trapped in a time anomaly of sorts save two very different teenage girls, and now this. The shifter winced slightly the moment Anemone took her hand back. The girl’s nails had scratched the surface of Kat’s skin roughly enough to cause a little discomfort. A small cat scratch was much better than plummeting from the heavens, however. That was a fact. If the pilot was making an effort not to meet eyes with the shifter, said effort would not be noticed. She was too busy mentally, trying to figure out what she could make of the entire situation. Dusty craned his neck towards his owner, slightly surprised that she was thinking sooo much. She rested her palm against his back, the touch of his fur (??) soothing her nerves. Moving Anemone with her gravity shifting was not an option. High-speed falling wasn’t the best cure for a migraine. Nor was it much of a cure at all.

Then she did what she hadn’t done in a while. Think back to her past. The one she had woven with Syd, the citizens of Heskeville.. Raven.

“...”

The only other person who had the same powers that she did. The person who drove her into the most frustration that she had ever felt. Syd was up there, but Raven took the cake. Disconnected, insubordinate, sharp-tongued, cold... Misunderstood. Raven even tried to kill Kat twice and Kat still cared to learn more about her enemy turned ally. She had motives that were just, and fought for them tirelessly. Did anyone know that before her attempts at silencing the Gravity Queen and stepping on her endlessly?

Absolutely not.

Maybe this girl was the same way.

“Thought you could get rid of me? Well, too bad. I’m staying riiiight here until you can actually stand on your own. Trying to move you myself is way too risky.”

Last thing either of them needed was to slam face first against brick walls because time decided to speed up gravity’s fall a bit.

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She stumbled, and was nearly bent over at this point, supporting herself with hands on her knees. Her face was slowly becoming covered in sweat, her breathing was labored, and her vision was blurring just as the figured around her. She needed to stop, to rest, to be helped – but she was alone, there was no one, that girl was…

Anemone barely heard her, but she looked up and was surprised to see the girl she’d called out to; she looked different up close, but maybe it was just a trick of the light around them. Dark skin, blonde hair, strange clothes… She looked so different, just like so many others in this city.

– Was she okay? Of course not! She wanted to recoil from the other’s almost touch, to snap at her stupid question, but instead a furtive and temporary glare was all she could manage, a mutter of words tumbling out of her mouth, words she did not hear nor acknowledge. If Kat heard her, those words perhaps sounded like a mix of ‘Don’t touch me,’ or ‘I don’t need you to help me.’ The latter being a false statement, clearly, as she could almost hardly stand.

To have to depend on another was a sacrifice her pride wasn’t quite ready to give in to, but in a mass of blurs for people, with only one other person being the outlier, what else could she do but hopelessly lean upon the other as she was guided to an alley?

– Well, it wasn’t like she’d say thank you any time soon.

“Ugh…” She let some more unintelligible words slip past her lips as she sat and reclined in the alleyway, a hand still on the forearm of the other girl – if she knew she was touching her, she probably wouldn’t be. Her other hand, however, was on her brow,as if it might ease the pain she felt.

“It hurts… Why, now…? Shit…”

[gravitygoddess]

The weight of worry bore more and more stress on the shifter’s shoulders. The pink-haired girl’s own weight on her definitely didn’t help. Hushed whispers seemed to escape from her lips, Kat being unsure if they were malicious or not. The uncertainty was soon shot to pieces by the heated glare Kat received from her new acquaintance. How rude! She huffed, stumbling towards her destination. The pilot really had some nerve! Although she could nearly feel her cheeks puffing up in anger, Kat let it go. Or well, at least tried to.

“Yikes... Sorry.”

This was what she had signed up for. A heroine’s tasks were never easy. Thankless, even. Her duty was to cut through the girl’s icy exterior, and do what was right. No matter how much of a chore it felt like. Motions of city denziens remained stagnant, feet sinking into the concrete. Such an odd thing to watch, and it oddly made the shifter sick. Sickness could wait. All that mattered right now was if the pilot would recover.  At times, she ran into the somewhat living statues, thinking that they would eventually speed up. Thin arms scrambled to ensure that Anemone wouldn’t lose her footing. A few scratches on the girl’s fair skin from Kat’s nails was a small price to pay for help... Hopefully.

Once they arrived in their new-found haven of sorts, the pilot sat down, back sliding against the brick. Crimson eyes focused on Anemone, who’s face twitched and winced in pain. She wasn’t sure if she could take her forearm back or not. As impatient as the shifter could get at times, she waited. Crouching down with an appropriate distance from the girl, Kat struggled with what to say. A cluster of constellations, in the shape of a cat, had crawled onto Kat’s lap, acting as a sort of comfort. Aw... That Dusty. What a guy. She nearly forgot he was there in all of that chaos.

“Okay... So you clearly don’t like me and that’s fine. But is there anything I can get you? Or anywhere I can take you? As much as you may dislike me, there’s no way I can leave you here. No matter how angry you are.”

She mulled over her thoughts for a brief moment, then shifted over to Anemone’s side, far enough to respect her space and close enough to cover her view of the sluggish people on the other side of the alleyway. That seemed to be her biggest problem... All that was left was to wait.

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@gravitygoddess

She really wasn’t sure how it had happened, but, it had happened none the less – everything around her, people, cars, even the wind all appeared to be… Slow. That wasn’t to say that it was a quiet day, no; it was as if everything, and everyone, around the pilot were moving at a snail’s pace. Everyone except her, horrifically enough.

It was confusing, strange, and ultimately freaky.

Her head was throbbing in pain, every sight adding to it, and she was close to just hiding away somewhere she could collapse safely. Whatever it was that spurred her to look around again, she didn’t know. But, to see someone else that wasn’t a creeping blur was an immediate relief, even if she had no idea who the person was.

“H, hey! Look, look at me, I’m – ” she stopped, to clutch her head, as she called out to the other girl. Look at me, she meant to say, look how I move like you, like normal!

“Wait!”

[gravitygoddess]

Time was a fickle thing. One moment, one could feel that they had all that they needed, and the next... it could be as if all of it had disappeared. The shifter’s grasp of the concept faltered at times, especially after she fell into the Forgotten City below Heskeville. The trances Cyanea put her into also reminded her of what was going on around her at that moment. People were walking slowly, as if they were all stuck in tar. There weren’t signs of struggle or pain. None at all. Just... a bunch of slo-mo walking. Kat wasn’t scared, or anxious... Just irritated.

It felt weird for the shifter to walk at her normal pace. She felt as if she was flying with the rate everyone else was going at. Kat’s eyes widened in surprise as she turned and met directions with someone who was calling for her specifically.

Well... as specifically as you could call a stranger, of course.

Her eyebrows knit together in worry, she ran with as much speed as she could muster, hoping that the pilot wouldn’t collapse before she could catch her. Her heels skid against the concrete, causing a grating noise to resonate in the air.

“H-Hey! Uh... I’m not sure what you want me to look at but are you okay?”

Bronze hands hovered over the girl’s shoulders, unsure if they should even come in contact. Her body shifted in front of the girl, in hopes that she could obstruct her view. All the while, her eyes darted around, looking for an escape from it all.

“Oh, hey look! There’s an alley right over there! Let’s try and get you uh.... outta this mess.”

[truemansamejima]

“Uweeeeee, my baloon’s stuck theeeeeere!!!” A little kid desperately pointed out to a tree, all while Samejima listened to them and filled himself with manly determination. There’s no way a man will leave a poor child crying like this. Only a coward abandons children!

“Don’t worry, kiddo. I’ll get that balloon back for ya, or my name isn’t Samejima!” The demon turned to the street lamp while completely ignoring Kat’s question. Well, not like ignoring. He’s just gonna solve this problem before checking on her.

But enough of scene description, it’s time for manly action! Samejima grabbed the lamp and bent it down with his super strength, until it got close enough to the ground that the child could easily get the balloon by themselves. They stopped crying immediately and ran to grab it. Samejima watched from afar with a proud smile on his face.

Only then did he turn to look at Kat. “So, what’s it you need help with?”

[gravitygoddess]

...

Well, so much for that idea. She stood there, slackjawed in shock that the guy bent the street lamp with little to no effort. She had destroyed her fair share of light fixtures, but falling at a high velocity was completely different than bending it with her two hands. She wasn’t upset that he took her thunder; not at all! Helping people was her top priority and having others participate in that brought her an immense amount of joy.

“...Y’know, I get the feeling that I don’t need help with that anymore. Since you already took care of it. Thanks for that! Getting help with those kind of things is always so satisfying. You made that little boy pretty happy too!”

Finally; someone she could consider a friend. All her interactions had been brief and not memorable. However, she’d never forget the man who bent metal to help a little kid.

[gravitygoddess]

Other than the small window of time she had to manipulate gravity, Kat felt no restriction from the scientists. She could still fly, and she could still fight to protect the innocent. What more could she need?

...Stasis field. Right. The sudden realization stabbed her like a dagger. It was painful, but not as painful as the crick in her back from carrying a chair. She had the time to spruce up her...sewer home, but she remembered it being so much easier in Heskeville.

“I guess this is karma for me using you for all that furniture carrying, huh, Dusty?”

A shock caused her to drop her wooden treasure, the culprit being the sound of a child’s cries. She whipped her head back to see a guy knelt down towards a citizen. How did she know that the guy was someone pulled from their dimension? Ridiculous hair. It was practically a market at this point. Furnishing could wait; someone needed her help! With a spring in her step, Kat rushed to the child’s side, only to look up and see... a balloon stuck in a nearby street lamp?

It was the ‘red runners’ ordeal all over again. She turned to the sharp hair next to her, if only to ask a favor.

“Hey, wanna help me out with something, mister?”

With the supressions Dusty had, the shifter needed to make sure someone was there to catch her.

@truemansamejima

[gravitygoddess]

kat’s activity is running a little low and i got a chance to replay the game so the muse is back! like this for a starter! cap is at three!! it may or may not be ball related, but it’s just this fool has amnesia and remembers nothing about formal events. also she lives in a sewer but hopefully u will love her like i do.

[sengokutiger-blog]

Tsk, this city, interesting as it was, was lacking something. Being taken away in the middle of a tournament really didn’t help much either, considering what was weighing on Toshiie’s mind. 

Yukimura, his rival. He’d promised to meet him head to head in the finals, but how could that happen now? Unless time flowed differently here, he kind of needed to get back to Fuji. 

A pause in his thoughts. Escape was probably on any newcomer’s mind, an instinct that would flare because of the ones they knew back where they come from. So, panicking wasn’t what Toshiie was about to do right this second, all things considered. 

He’d deal with that was in front of him now, which was that he was new in a city that was completely foreign to him. 

     “…Hah? What was that?”

A noise alerted him to another’s presence, turning in time to catch an aura of red as a figure jumped down from above. 

…And after all of that she asked him a question as mundane as that? He’d calmly gaze at them for a moment before he’d let out a chuckle. 

     “Aha! You’d be surprised what a little bit of gel and a hair dryer can do. It doesn’t take as much as you’d think.”

[gravitygoddess]

Come to think of it, she wasn’t quite normal either, was she? She stifled a small laugh at her own thoughts. Kat shifted her attention back to her new acquaintance, amazed at how he could acheive such a hairdo. Maybe with a little gel and some falling, she could get the same results!

...Er... It wouldn’t look so nice on her.

“That’s awesome! With all the falling I do, you can’t even imagine how messy my hair gets. But that’s not really a huge bother where there’s something more important to worry about!”

It had been a while since she had an enjoyable conversation. Although it wasn’t the most exhilarating topic, Kat still found joy in it.

“I’m Kat, by the way. It’s really nice to meet you!”

[amxngstars-blog]

      【★】Sure, this place was full of dangers, but not once has Leon had to deal with them. He had more misfortune with stupid things like this, and honestly, he was starting to wish he broke his nose on more meaningful things. It’s a bit embarrassing to tell people he had someone fall on him. 

        As soon as he heard it was gonna be made up to him, he began to worry. She seems the type to make matters far worse than they need to be, but he’ll hear her out. What else can he do at this point?

       An eyebrow raised as he took the phone, trying to navigate it despite the very shattered screen, “So, lemme get this straight. Ya’ fall on top of a man, ya’ break his nose, and yer givin’ him yer phone number? Good enough for me. Although, ‘m not sure if yer gonna be able to do a whole lot of savin’ judgin’ on how ya’ handled this situation. Ya’ haven’t even given me yer name.”

[gravitygoddess]

Alright, okay. This guy’s attitude was starting to get to her. Maybe he shouldn’t have been walking right below a construction site. Whatever, just a thought. The shifter puffed her cheeks in frustration, watching Leon type on her phone screen. All heroes were different, and handled things different. Maybe she should’ve just let the wrench hit him in the head, but what kind of heroine does that? Hands on her hips, she waited. 

“Well maybe I wouldn’t have been as clumsy if you paid attention to where you were walking. I still think that a wrench to the head is much, muuuuuuuuuuuuch worse.”

Eh, what could she do. Other than give him her name of course.

“Oh, right! Sorry. My name’s Kat!”

[gravitygoddess]

With a spin and click of her heels, the shifter celebrated inside an alley, excitement radiating from her smile. A ball... ooh, how exciting! She had never been to anything even remotely formal and if she ever had... well... she didn’t remember! A fresh start all around!

She could hardly contain herself, but she had to find out more. No one would give her a proper response if she screamed at them while grinning ear to ear. How creepy would that be?

Emerging from the alley, she scoped out the crowd, hoping to find someone approachable as well as seemingly kind enough to care about what she was asking. Hmm.... Guy in big armor? Nah. Guy in bigger armor? Even less. ...Talking horse? What?

Ah. There we are.

“Excuse me? I wanted to ask you if you knew anything about a ball? I’ve never been to one before and I wanna make sure I’m prepared before I jump right in! Would you be willing to help me out?”

@levereted

[gravitygoddess]

“What’s the matter, Dusty?”

Cat got your tongue? 

...Ugh. Nope. Even thinking of Syd’s jokes left a bad taste in her mouth. Thankfully, she didn’t say it out loud. She eyed the creature all around, worried about his well-being. They had been walking around for a while, haven’t they? It would be in their best interest to take a break, the shifter thought. She knelt down to meet the cat’s level, looking closer for anything that could be wrong with him.

“...”

As always, no answer. What a charmer. 

Kat continued to inspect the feline, unaware that she had been kneeling smack dab in the middle of the sidewalk.

@resistealle

[gravitygoddess]

Small, yet calloused digits wrapped tightly around the edge of the balcony the shifter was standing in. She had realized that while she had spent such a long time in the city, she still knew hardly anything about it. She trusted her eagle like (???) vision to pinpoint her in the right direction. No undercover work, no breaching of a school... just your standard intel gathering.

Curiosity got the best of her, however. Well, other people would also forget what they were thinking about if they saw someone with towering hair and a monstrous jacket. That’s definitely... something.

With an alley-oop, she swung off the balcony, glowing a red similar to the guy’s hair and landed smoothly for the first time in...weeks. 

“Hey! How’d you get your hair to do that? It’s gravity defying!”

@sengokutiger

[gravitygoddess]

On the ground again, Gravity Queen? Tsk.

She had been chasing her disaster of a cat around town, much to her dismay. The shifter hadn’t the slightest clue as to why he was so energetic. Usually he kept quiet, rubbing his face against her ankle. He must’ve sensed something....Or maybe he’s just panicking and looking for food.

Probably that second one.

Crimson eyes darted from the ground to some... weird looking boots.

“What are those?”

@latsyrc

[gravitygoddess]

and now i’m just gonna make a quick starter ad! i know i’ve done these in the past and never got around to writing them, but my semester’s finally cooled down enough for me to get a grasp on kat’s character!

no cap!

[gravitygoddess]

“Did someone say ‘ball’? Oooh, Dusty, this is perfect! I can wear a dress, and dance, and find a b-boyfriend, maybe...?”

“Oh um.... I’ll have to take all my clothes to the dry cleaners first. I don’t think any boy would want to dance with someone who smells like a sewer. It’s not for everyone.”