#balancingburdens

[cantareiya]

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“Get back here, Melody!”

It was a rare sight to see Celeste running, but here she was, stumbling down the road after her tiny parrot familiar.  The colorful bird squawked indignantly - it seemed like she was looking for something and couldn’t be bothered to wait for the sorceress to follow.

She dodged passerby left and right to get a good look at Melody, who had happily landed in a jar on an unsuspecting woman’s head.  There.

“Hey, miss, stay right there--!”  A small rock on the ground threw her hazardous sprint off-balance.  Before Celeste could stop herself, she’d barreled straight into the lady.  “Ah!”

Thankfully, Celeste had caught the jar before it could hit the ground.  Melody chirped, seemingly content with what she’d done.  Oh, gods, this was awful.

“Um, sorry, ma’am, I’m so so sorry!  My familiar ran away and I had to catch her.  Are you okay?!”

[smashingsire]

♦ : Slow dancing ((Sue-Belle, and I honestly couldn't help myself because I laugh watching my muse be awkward. :'D ))

... Dedede really didn’t think that he would be literally slow-dancing with anyone; the music was just incredibly slow that he had no choice but to stand there awkwardly.

Now, Dedede was more of a fan of rock and roll where he had his own guitar back at the castle... not slow classical jazz...

The two were outside with the King’s phone playing a music list... Escargoon must have placed his own songs in this playlist, oh no!!

His hands were then tugging on his robe collar and robe, where he gulped and looked up at her slightly. “Ugh... I d-dun’ dance like this here...” he said, beginning to sweat from nervousness.

[smashingsire]

"Oh"

King Dedede had a rather exhausting day back at the tournament. He hasn’t been himself lately ever since the possession, where he was normally full of life beforehand. So he decided to stretch his arms, yawning like a lion, but unbeknownst to him the robe went up as long as the vest as well.

And below was a belly that looked like it popped out to say ‘hello!’ It wasn’t a particularly obese one, but more of a slight stocky chub. Afterwards, he slouched, scratching his hair before turning to Sue...

“... ya didn’t see nothin’, right?”

[catthatquacks]

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All the Little Things Meme  🍰 - Do they eat healthy or do they like junk food?

((Already answered!))

[the-harpy-el]

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El really likes spiny flowy dresses!

[salesmanofhappiness]

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Send me “✒︎” for a random, dumb, pointless fact about my muse.

Tortus likes the smell of cinnamon and peppermint. Enough to the point where he carries sticks of one or the other in his pockets when he travels. 

[linkresfeber]

Archetype Quiz

tagged by @sheikahminstrel (thank you!! this was so fun to do)

Quiz Here

your archetype is the defender.

traits: loyal, selfless, guardian, youthful, honest, unguarded, courageous, basically a gryffindor

the defender is most commonly used to symbolize the motivator, or the helping hand of the chosen one/the main protagonist. they would give their life for what the believe in, and is invested in every relationship they build. friendship means everything to them, no matter how insignificant their interactions were. they are selfless, and caring, and try their best but they can also be ignorant, and insensitive. they will always mean it when they apologize, even if they need to be reminded in doing so, and they love so openly and fiercely, it's heartbreaking. they are often left behind in social situations, but they are the ones that try to include everyone. 

i’m tagging: @myspiritforasword @balancingburdens @skullishtrickster @happymaskseller @moonbreakerdeity

[forgottenfallen]

Bathtime

Rest Of Thread Here

@balancingburdens

Sue-Belle looked at the blood and back to him and frowned deeply. “Izaic. Please, I’ve enjoyed the bath long enough. You don’t have to tell me anything, I won’t ask questions but… but I am worried about you, okay? I care about you and..  and if you are hurt please let me know.”

Clenching her towel to her tightly, she started to back away, a worried expression on her face.

Izaic looked down at his wrist as it lifted up to his belly button. The wound was still bleeding, dripping onto the floor. The other one was pressed against his hip, being absorbed by the towel. There was a frown on his face. A rare sight for him since the man was almost always smiling. It was so hard for him to explain the blood without other questions coming up. One being how he isn’t dead yet if he constantly bled. He still said nothing, giving a nod but not looking at her still. He didn’t want to say anything. Sue wasn’t stupid. She knew something wasn’t right.