I'm Just A Lost Boy

What up Walt?! Nathan Nibs here, Art Major, and Coffee addict. Hmu if you want me to draw up a tattoo design, they're kinda my thing.

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twyladum:

Twyla felt a growing sense of security in her stomach as Nate spoke - it was almost like she’d correctly guessed what he was going to say, but it was still wonderful to hear when he burst forth with such a fantastic idea. “You have to!” she insisted. “The craziest ideas are the ones most worthwhile, and your art deserves to live on people’s skin! There are some things that are too big for your imagination and I think you of all people can absolutely make it. And then you’ll have to give me something beautiful, and I’ll drag people to you so they can be as adventurous as they secretly want to be, and everything will be great!”

“Really?” Nate’s eyes widened at the overwhelming support that Twyla was offering him-- he’d had people tell him that he had some talent, that he wasn’t bad for a kid, but he’d never had anyone tell him anything like that. It warmed him to know that she really did think he could succeed. “Oh, I definitely would. But, you... you really think I could do something like that?”

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winemalilywhite:

Well, see you around then, unless you get bored and go out into the real world with your tattoo business where you’d have more customers. That actually doesn’t sound as bad as I was imagining, so kudos! 

Nope, I don’t think that’ll happen. Like... growing up sucks. It’s all just responsibilities and obligations and shit. I don’t want to deal with that. Haha, really? Even with the kimchi in there?

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Tatted up girls, yay or nay?

Uh, yay? I’m pretty tattooed myself, so it’d be a bit hypocritical of me not to like folks with tattoos. But girls, guys, people, I’m pretty open to them.

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twyladum:

She hummed contentedly when Nate decided to play along, feeling as comfortable there as she might in the woods in Wonderland. “That’s completely Yasmine,” Twyla agreed, grinning at the idea of the artsy girl. “I wish I could take a picture of it to show her but the stars cannot be contained to a simple camera.” She followed his finger and looked at the sky, shrugging. “Maybe,” she agreed. “I’m not too sure what I look like, actually.” She swallowed her confession and scoured the sky, looking for something that looked like Nate. “Does that look enough like a needle to be you?”

“Yup. No matter how many times you look at something through a camera, it’s never quite the same as what it once was.” Nate said. “You’re hard to nail down-- constellations are concrete and fixed. The Milky Way’s nebulous and changing. Figured it’s more similar to you than a pattern of stars.”He said and glanced over at where she was pointing. “Haha, yeah, it kinda does. That’s me, huh?”

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going back to high school dances as a college student: cool or weird?

What’s cool or weird is a social construct made by the people around you. Basically, I don’t care enough about what people think to say either way.

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anastasiastabbington:

“I mean, there are totally enough people in Walt who would go for it if that’s what you want, but I definitely won’t be one of your customers. One was more than enough for me – those needles were terrifying, never again!”

“You really think so?” Nate asked, hopeful. He really wanted to try his hand at tattooing for real, even if it was just an underground rebellion sort of thing. “Wait, you’re afraid of needles?” Nate laughed, amused at the thought.

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diandra-dee:

“Oh, oh, I’d like to volunteer as tribute,” Dee gushed; his question was completely ignored as excitement flooded her at the thought of a tattoo gun and the magic it could make on her body. She started singing softly, feeling it was the best way to express herself, changing the lyrics only slightly to fit her end. “Write on me, color outside the lines, love the way you tat me up, baby take your time…”

“Wait, what, really?” Nate blinked, startled by her sudden offer to be one of his first canvases. It wasn’t like he was nervous at the idea-- he’d done a few stick and poke’s for the boys back on the island. But, it surprised him. Then again, should he really be surprised by anything that came out of the Wonderland crew’s mouths? “I mean, I’d be all about it. But, you’re sure?”

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ganiedaambrosius:

Are you? That’s fantastic! It’s good to have you on Team Alanna, Nate. So you’re usually tracking pirates on beaches and through forests, is that right? Did you use any magic to track them back home or was it, like, your own instincts and skills and stuff? 

No problem, I’m happy to help! Yep, basically. Huh? No, my tracking skills are all natural. Besides, most of the magic in Neverland is fairy-based, which wouldn’t help with tracking. I just pay attention to prints, disturbed brush, imprints, etc. Which is a bit harder in a city, but I’m sure I can find something.

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luikapu:

“Duuuuude, you should talk to Ren, she’s super into the whole tattoo life, too,” Lui informed him, shooting him a thumbs up. “I’ve already got my dolphin and I haven’t like, earned anymore yet, but I bet loads of people would go for it if you started up a shop.”

Frowning, Nate stared up at Lui. “Who’s Ren and why haven’t I heard of her before now? I thought I was the only kid running around with a whole bunch of tattoos and you’re telling me there’s someone else too?” With another odd look, he tilted his head. “Earned tattoos? Oh, is this because of the whole, “Son of Maui” thing? Wait, does that mean your tattoo dances around?” He asked, suddenly intrigued.

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“Alright,” Nate glanced around to see if anyone was listening in on the conversation before leaning in closer. It wasn’t that he was afraid of anyone finding out, he just didn’t want his idea to get axed before it even had a chance to fly. “So, here’s what I’m thinking. I already have a tattoo gun and ink, my art is kick-ass, and if I can do this,” He tapped the mandala wolf head on his forearm, “On myself, I’m pretty much a pro. Do you think I could start up a tattoo shop in Walt? Or am I just crazy?”

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twyladum:

Of course Twyla knew Connect 3 were related. And of course she knew their whole purity-schtick. She liked that Nate didn’t call her out on it, though, letting her weirdness simply be. It wasn’t like it was meant to be malicious, after all; stories and imaginings were just meant to make everything a little more fun, a little more magical. She felt her smile grow just a tad more genuine when Nate called her “kinda crazy girl” - she wanted that on her tombstone. “You’re welcome,” she giggled, tucking her hands behind her head as she looked at the sky. “Do you think you can find the star version of us up there? I know there are star versions of each of us earth creatures, but I’ve never been able to find me. Look, there’s Dee,” she asserted, pointing out a shape that looked like a head with a stick on its side, like the piccolo that her sister-cousin played.

Glancing up at the stars, Nate contemplated her question for a bit. “Sure, I can get behind that. Like...” He pointed up at a combination of stars that looked a bit like a canvas and a person next to it. “That’s totally Yaz, with her painting and everything.” Squinting over at her, Nate looked back up at the sky and pointed up at the glimmering edge of the Milky Way. “I’d say that one looks like you." He said, smiling a bit.

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yasminedarling:

“Okay, sure,” Yasmine agreed, her brain feeling a little foggy. She didn’t want to sit and really think through the difference between the two, and she laughed as she pointed out, “Right now, I totally just let you have the pretzel word invention.” Yasmine bounced onto her tippy toes, trying to peer over the crowd. “Well, I don’t see cinnamon rolls but let’s go explore for food anyway, I’m seriously in need of more!”

Nate raised an eyebrow at her sudden agreement and then burst out into laughter as she explained herself. “That doesn’t count!” He protested before trailing after Yaz. “Sounds like a plan to me. I could totally go for like... a corn dog?” He asked, frowning a bit. “The thing on the stick.”

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hugofrollo:

Ah. Yes, that also would probably do it. There were like four things in that sentence alone that would make Father run screaming, that’s kind of amazing. Thank you, I appreciate it, and thus I bequeath the ring onto you, Nathan - may you do better with it than I could ever do. 

Would it really? Maybe I should try that the next time weird religious people try to convert me. It’s Nate, but no problem. Besides getting weird purity presents from your dad, what else have you been up to?

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winemalilywhite:

And you’re going to survive like that how? I mean, maybe that’s hypocritical of me since my tribe still mostly survives off the land and doesn’t really work for ‘the man’ but I’ve learned enough to know how most of the world works. Impressive. What’s the weirdest combo you’ve ever actually eaten?

Like I said, I’m gonna stay in Neverland. I can survive just fine in the forest, it’s adult responsibilities that I don’t want. Uh. Let’s see. Probably a mixing bowl of spaghetti, taco meat, frosted flakes, kimchi, and a bunch of Parmesan cheese. Gross, I know.

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ganiedaambrosius:

So I may or may not have brought Alanna to Le Pub tonight. For the sake of argument, let’s just say I did and let’s say she went behind my back, sipped up a tequila shot that was not meant for her, and vanished. Now, she’s a magic cat so it’s not like she’s going to die, but since Walt is the least connected place in the motherfracking world and won’t let me do a simple summoning charm on her, she’s tipsy, lost, and probably afraid. If you see a little black cat with violet eyes and a drunk walk, let me know immediately please! You can try to catch her if you want, but she puts up a fight. Snap a pic or, I don’t know, tweet about it! What’s the best way to put people on animal alert? Do I need to come up with a hashtag? #bringherhome?

I’ll keep my eyes and ears peeled for her! I’m really good at tracking, so I’ll pop around Walt looking for her. Might be a bit different, given this is a city and she’s a cat, not like... a pirate or something. But, hey, this gives me a good excuse to ditch class.

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winemalilywhite:

Just imagine when that part time gig turns full time, how will you survive? At least the homework element of things’ll be gone, though, depending on what you’re doing. Your stomach might argue, though! Do you ever wake up the next morning vomiting up very strange things?

Gag, no. I do what I want, when I want, I don’t need a man in a suit telling me I gotta get reports in or commit to a schedule or any of that junk. Nope, hasn’t happened to me yet. I’ve got a stomach of steel, though.

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yasminedarling:

“That’s the best name I’ve ever heard for like, a pretzel-cooking retreat,” Yasmine giggled, knowing full well she’d never heard any other names for pretzel-cooking retreats in the past anyway. “Be glad you didn’t finish that thought because I’m so sure I would have argued with you, no matter what you’d said,” Yasmine assured Nate, grinning. “I wish we had some right now, think any of the vendors are selling them?”

“No, no! That’d be a pretzel-cation, a pretzel-vation is a, a break through in pretzel technology.” He said, laughing through his explanation. “When have you ever not argued with me?” Nate said, elbowing her as he shook his head. “Right? Man, I would kill for a cinnamon roll right now.”