#(for the plot!)

[solazu1]

Okay well now what

[kitkatkk2]

@sparkvampweek day 2: warm/cold

Vampire Cookie was not best pleased. Sparkling Cookie had been avoiding him! Or, well, that’s what he could assume was happening. The juice bar had been closed, and Sparks hadn’t answered his calls for almost a week now. Vampire felt kind of left out. Mint hadn't answered the phone either, and he was pretty sure Herb didn't even have a phone.

That left one person he could comfortably talk to, and that was barely. He would much rather stay home than go out with his sister, though they did care for each other in an odd sort of way.

Vampire Cookie sighed. One more call to Sparkling couldn't possibly hurt, could it?

***

Sparkling Cookie watched it ring. He felt like such a jerk, but... He didn't know what else to do, really. He could face his friends... later. He hoped. He wrapped himself tighter in the blanket that let him put aside the problem as he watched the snow fall outside his window.

[y2kais]

you know rosaline didnt even have any lines in the play... ur goin off script king <3

Are you implying I’m Rosaline?

[adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy]

Knowing y/n is gonna get her heart crushed just 🤤🤤🤤 my sadistic soul with thrive

[keen2meecha]

Shakespearean Novel Tag

I was tagged by @bisexual-in-progress a little bit ago to do this, and I’m absolutely thrilled to finally be getting around to actually doing it! Thanks for tagging me!!

 Rules: Use this generator and post a line from your wip that you really like. Tag as #shakespearean novel tag

(Note: I know you’re supposed to post one line that you like, but I’m gonna post a whole-ass monologue that I’ve been struggling to make sound good, in hopes that this will jumpstart my brain into coming up with ways to make it better. I’m totally open to constructive criticism on this one, so long as you do it kindly! Sorry for the length!)

From gifted, Blitz’s first on-page appearance:

“Friends,” He said solemnly, and the excited chatter that had surged at his arrival died out immediately. “A great tragedy has happened today, the likes of which is inevitable but no less tragic for it. In losing Ivor we have lost a great Hero, and an even greater friend.” There was a beat as he paused, his gaze going distant. “This fight is a never-ending one. Ivor knew that better than any of us. That does not, however, mean that it is a futile one. It is easy to give up hope in the face of such senseless violence. But I implore you all to remember that we are stronger together. No single person can change the world. No single person can save everyone. Even the best of us were raised and trained by a community - to turn your back on that for the sake of pride, or in response to fear, is to lose this battle in the only way that matters.” Whispers swept through the media, and Sofia understood. This wasn’t the tribute to his fallen friend that anyone had been expecting. In fact, if she didn’t know any better she would almost say it was a condemnation of his friend’s actions. But Blitz would never speak ill of the dead - right? “Ivor was a brave, loving young man,” Blitz continued, apparently oblivious to the dissent around him. “He leaves behind a legacy of saving all he could, all the way up to his death. But he also leaves behind the unfortunate reminder that Heroes are not the trunk of the tree that is our society. Each of us are but one of the many roots that are necessary to keep the tree grounded. Thank you for listening, and my heart is with the loved ones Ivor left behind tonight.”

And the shakespearean version:

“friends,” that gent hath said solemnly, and the excit'd chatt'r yond hadst did surge at his arrival kicked the bucket out immediately.  “a most wondrous tragedy hast hath happened the present day, the likes of which is inevitable but nay less tragic f'r t.  In losing iv'r we has't hath lost a most wondrous h'ro, and an coequal most wondrous'r cousin. ” th're wast a did beat as that gent did pause, his gazeth going distant.   “this square is a nev'r-ending one.  Iv'r kneweth yond bett'r than any of us.  Yond doest not, howev'r, cullionly yond t is a futile one.  T is easy to giveth up desire in the visage of such senseless violence.  But i impl're thee all to rememb'r yond we art stout'r togeth'r.  Nay single p'rson can changeth the w'rld.  Nay single p'rson can saveth ev'ryone.  Coequal the most wondrous of us w're hath raised and did train by a community - to turneth thy backeth on yond f'r the sake of pride, 'r in response to feareth, is to loseth this battleth in the only way yond matt'rs. ” whisp'rs did sweep through the media, and sofia und'rstood.  This wasn’t the tribute to his fallen cousin yond anyone hadst been expecting.  In fact, if 't be true the lady didn’t knoweth any bett'r the lady wouldst almost sayeth t wast a condemnation of his friend’s actions. but blitz wouldst nev'r speaketh ill of the dead - right? “iv'r wast a brave, loving young sir,” blitz hath continued, apparently oblivious to the dissent 'round that gent.  “he leaves behind a legacy of saving all that gent couldst, all the way up to his death.  But that gent eke leaves behind the unf'rtunate remindeth'r yond h'roes art not the trunk of the tree yond is our society.  Each of us art but one of the many roots yond art behoveful to keepeth the tree ground'd.  Thanketh thee f'r listening, and mine own heart is with the did love ones iv'r hath left behind tonight.”

I’m gonna tag: @silas-the-reading-addict, @ocmaker, @acaptainandhisrunaway, @magicalwriting, @aziz-writes, @saiko-tsuki - and anyone else who wants to do it! Be sure to tag me if you do!

(As always, no pressure to do it right away - or even at all! I know I’ve certainly put these things off far too long)

[thxrnedquartz]

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I can’t tell Peridot how bad it was. Or that I was fighting her. I just can’t.

I feel so bad for hiding it. But I’d feel worst if I didn’t tell her. Seeing that...I can only wonder if she’s panicking or not. 

I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking!