a woman's place is the revolution.

[warriorxrey]

     “nope, not like i need a working truck to actually run my business. that is cool. who needs to actually have warm food in a truck that works. not me.” tiana mumbled to herself whilst surrounded by people who were walking away from her smoking food truck. the oven inside has decide to just stop working and start smoking everywhere, then the stove top decided that it wouldn’t light. now all she had was a giant truck with a useless kitchen in it. “a car would be useful if i went anywhere – but nope.” tiana was a very determined person and would fix her truck if she had any idea where to even start. plus she didn’t wanna die.

[swordled]

      wandering the park like usual ; that’s what she always does.   adventuring as much as she can when you can’t actually leave.   it’s genius ( not. ) but it’s something to at least keep her mind ticking in the day.     she thought maybe the smoke she could smell was coming from between her ears -- ( which ended up being from a cart . mind immediately switched to fight or flight,    and as if lonnie would ever run away from a fight.   (   it would dishonour her mother too much. )  ‘ are you okay ?? ‘ she immediately questions, making herself known as someone willing to assist.   ‘   if your car is on fire we need to evacuate the immediate vicinity,’ 

[warriorxrey]

@swordled

“look i am a dog.” peter laughed loudly looking at the phone in his hand then the person who was sat next to him at the picnic bench. wendy had gave one to him once when he came to visit her window. he had a thing called snapchat and it made his face into a dog. being easily entertained he basically thought it was the greatest thing ever. 

[swordled]

   confusion marked lonnie’s expression --   eyes glancing from the screen to the boy sitting next to her. and back again. it was around two minutes later she finally spoke.   ‘ you’re not a dog.   you’re a boy.   you just -- photoshopped something ! ‘ she was obviously confused by the look, and why they chose too do it in the first place.   ‘ -- unless you’re trying to insinuate something about acting like a bit--   ‘ a pause, an almost angered flustered look on her face, ‘ -- which would be totally wrong ! and lame ! ‘

[swordled]

epiphanics

lonnie was one of the most brave people evie had ever met. maybe she didn’t live on the isle, but, as evie was still learning, there are other sources of bravery. she was also learning that the comfort of friends could be one of those sources. so when lonnie made the suggestion to bake cookies, evie practically leaped at it. “ i would love to!! ” she added on, a bit tentatively, “ but i’ve never baked cookies before. or really…any sweets. ”

   toothy grin passed over features,   instantly, she was feeling at least somewhat better. in control, perhaps, would be the term she would use.   she knew how to bake, just as well as she knew her way around a blade, which was also helpful when i came to cooking.  ‘ i mean -- i can try and teach you -- it’s just a recipe, if you follow in the instructions you shouldn’t mess up too badly ! if we do it together it’ll work out, i promise you, okay? ‘

[swordled]

   SHE COULD TELL the package was from her parents by the Chinese writing on the label ; 我们希望你安全，寂寞。 who else would she expect something from ? almost everyone she knew from auradon had ended up here anyway ... at least it meant that her family was safe back home.  it was with an eager passion that she ripped into the box,   there was nothing of incredible importance in the box. she could see her R.O.A.R hoodie,  some clothes, a tupperware box of cookies ( she presumed, freshly made) but also her training sword.    not that she THOUGHT she would need,    but it at least put their first comment in a bit of a more developed light.

[redwinerozanova]

the opposite of ‘we die like men’ is ‘we survive like women’

[cmnibus-deactivated20190411]

     this was certainly confusing. magnus wandered around the fair for a moment, taking in the various rides and booths. where am i? he thought as he continued. “excuse me,” magnus asked, “have you seen an exit around here?”

[swordled]

   ‘ like for this specific area of the park or did you mean in more .... general terms ? ‘   lonnie offered with a shrug,  ‘ i mean -- i don’t know either of them, but i can try and help.’

[swordled]

missinventor.

“I kind of noticed. You look pretty miserable too.” Blunt as ever, but she doesn’t do this shit well— being comforting or whatever. She’s good at masking her emotions, not acknowledging her own and certainly not dealing with others. There’s a bit of a sigh, frowning a little as she glanced over at the other. “You’re not the only one, you know, lots of people aren’t exactly happy here. But….is there anything I can do to help?”

      ‘ thanks -- ‘    she apprehensively murmured back,    a slight smile loves to her face as she inwardly laughs.   she usually gets angry rather than sad nowadays,  but she just doesn’t know who to be angry about -- so instead she decided to be miserable, which was somewhere between the two emotions.     ‘ well -- uh ... what do you do to cheer up ? i’ve already tried all the ways I know, to no avail ...’ 

[crazyexedits]

[swordled]

continued from HERE ! // @epiphanics

   SOFT BROWN eyes glance up slightly,  her expression is worried, confused, shocked.   lonnie enjoyed knowing things, what was going on, peoples secrets,  the not knowing was almost killing her.       the worry over why was also killing her.  again,  it’s the not knowing -- she enjoyed facts, fights, and food ( fashion on the side, though she doesn’t excel in it. )     ‘ thanks, evie -- ‘  her voice was genuine, ‘ -- you wanna bake some cookies ?? like i said, ‘ back when everyone remembered each other, ‘ my mum used to make them when i was sad ... maybe it’ll make us less crazy !’

[swordled]

@missinventor​  + SEND ☀ FOR A GENERATED SENTENCE STARTER   !  

❝I’m not happy. I’m miserable.❞   she murmurs into her hot beverage,  shivering into her oversized jacket.    there’s not many times she wishes her mum was here with here; but now, when she was in dire need of a homemade cookie or a spar, she wished she was. ( or her dad. )

[blakelivey-deactivated20211026]

I’m sorry. Coach trusts me. I’m not going to stay captain if I just throw out the rule book.

[descendantsource]

Feel anything? Yeah, like maybe it might be missing something?

[swordled]

mocnlaced.

“i would but…i want to make sure that i won’t be punished for leaving.” normally, she wouldn’t have a problem with breaking the rules but the owners warning was still ringing in her ears and she wasn’t eager to find out what the consequences would be if she left. “is that you offering to be my partner for a dance?” her words are half-teasing, though one dance didn’t seem like it would be so bad.

   ‘  -- if it’s not outside the castle; can they REALLY cast it as leaving ? think of it as bending the rules not breaking them !! ‘   she was insistent in her opinions. ‘ well,  if you don’t have one ! i wouldn’t want to intrude if you had a date or something, that’d be uncool. ‘  an almost bashful smile on her face, lips turning up slightly at the edge.

[king-florian]

ben was having a good (if stressful) time with mal, and evie was helping him keep it together, but besides the two of them and chad, he wasn’t expecting any other familiar faces from home. at first, he didn’t believe he had actually seen lonnie enter the room. then he was walking towards her and he knew he hadn’t just been imagining things. “lonnie?! it’s so–wait…you remember who i am, right?” // @swordled

[swordled]

       she had been making a bee line to the food table.   she was still feeling ... lost, lacking in friends -- but there was nothing better to bond over then food.  of course,  the plan slightly failed when she heard someone say her name whilst her mouth was partially filled with food.   ‘ oh ! ben, hi ! ‘   hand covering over her mouth to try and hide the crumbs lingering on the edges of her lips.   ‘ why -- wouldn’t i remember who you are? oh no ! did someone taint the refreshments with forgetting potions ?? that’s horrible -- ‘

[puurpleheadband]

daphne’s orbs swept around the ballroom, taking it all in, noting everyone’s fashion choices. bringing people together made the redhead feel warm inside. noticing that the DRINK TABLE was empty daphne took it as her cue. as she strutted towards the table, she froze. one of her FAVORITE SONGS started to play. prompting her to run towards the dance floor. feet already on the dance floor, “hey—-” staring at the nearest person, “would you like to dance with me ??” voice was dripping with sincerity. dancing wasn’t as fun ALONE.

[swordled]

      COOKIE WAS PARTIALLY stuffed into lonnie’s face,   the girl trying to enjoy the catering options when she heard what could only be described as the best beat she’d heard outside of aurodon ( she’d been at the amusement park for ... 2 days, it wasn’t much of an achievement. )   crumbs still rested on the side of her lips as she noticed someone staring at her,  before her brain even processed the questions she was wiping them furiously.  a blush on her face as she realises that wasn’t what the other was thinking of.  ‘ yeah !! that sounds like a great idea !!    what song is this ?? ‘

[mocnlaced-blog]

“is there a minimum amount of time that we are required to stay here?” lace was used to big events like this, the inquisitor had held plenty of similar ones in skyhold but she had never been forced to dress up before and she feels uncomfortable and vulnerable in the dress. if here mom could see her now she would probably cry tears of joy that her daughter was actually wearing a dress and had no weapons on her ( don’t even get her started on the fact that has to wear heels ). “it’s lovely and all but this isn’t my kind of morale booster.”

[swordled]

    ‘ you could always go explore the castle instead of cramping yourself up at the gala ? ?’   BUTTING into the conversation, lonnie offered.    mostly,  because she too wasn’t a huge dancer.  unless it included swords,  or a hip hop dance battle. ‘  i know that boosts my morale way more than a dance.   but, dances can be good too when you have a good partner ! ‘ she wouldn’t know,  but her mother would always tell her that.  

[wildflrc]

       “ you look really nice , ” bianca says softly , smoothing out her own , long lace skirt part of her dress , shivering awkwardly in the cold ballroom. it’s only another moment before she turns towards the other , a frown on her lips. “ am i the only one … really freaked out by the last warning the park owner gave out ?? what happens to people who don’t come…? “

[swordled]

         ‘ oh,  this  ? ‘ lonnie questions,  hands pulling on her neck tie,  ‘   it’s nice.   not my first choice, but then i didn’t really get much of a choice.   at the notice of the shivering,  she offers her jacket to the other (  the benefit of wearing a suit. ) ‘ here.’  a simple statement, ‘ it’s -- ah ... worrying ?? then again,   we’re already trapped here, what else can they do ? ‘