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Lost... 

Hope Aster was thoroughly lost. Yumi and her underlings had gotten her far outside the town they had been staying at for the night and now she was all turned around, barely hearing the faint voices of her bullies in the distance. She could go towards them, but they would keep her lost until they had to get on the tour busses and leave her behind. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Instead, she looks forward, towards the castle she came across. Hope wasn’t too sure why such a thing was out here, or even if she was just seeing things... but she needed directions back to town. It was either knocking or throwing herself to the metaphorical wolves.

And the Ultimate Telekinetic chose the first of those options. A soft knock is given on castle doors. “...Please, s... someone be home...”

[trapuppet]

fanto with his newest friend—

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“C’mon, Aster, you can do this on your own...” It’s not too hard for Hope to be te first person someone saw. She usually sat by the dorms with her pastel binders and school books. It hadn’t been odd for kids to wander on campus and find her, as well... Between the ghost kids she always went to see, Yumeno, Mu and now a owl child pulling on her hand, she just seemed to be a magnet for young ones.

“O... oh, heya kiddo, uh....” A moment to close her physics textbooks and her pastel yellow binder. “It’s a highschool for th... those with elite talents... M... my name’s Hope Aster.... A... are you lo... you lost...?”

Why did he seem so... familiar?

[trapuppet]

this took longer than a usual doodle, but that’s probably bc i went overboard on barnaby!!

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[trapuppet]

@bcrnaby // cont.

➦              words escaped the happy audience member who felt his desire to dance rise as his beloved compatriot devoured his self-made candies. hands reach to clasp over his cheeks, boisterous laughter breaking loose as he finally descends into his stims, wood clacking together as he pats away. eventually he finds the attention span to focus on his ghoulish owl friend & hover up near his visage, arms outstretched in a joyous / rambunctious display.

                                ❛ - oh HO ho ho ! but i did, & it seems i should have indeed, my friend. how did these savory sweets taste this time ? hopefully by counting each granule of glucose this time i have measured the sugsr dose to PERFECTION ! - ❜

              hesitation rides on the possibility of raising his voice further from its usual firm audacity, knowing how his silly companion IS rather suseptible to louder volumes overwhelming him. fingers move to steeple under his lips, obviously more than a little nervous as to how to progress in asking for affirmation & reassurance that he’s done well. after all, his lack of confidence is verily hidden behind a veil of theatrics performed like a true shakespearian.

[darkwaved]

@bcrnaby​ said: “ am i dramatic? yes. is it justified? also yes. ” 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.

“ finally, someone who gets it. “

she’s somewhere between a sigh of relief and a laugh (this unfortunately comes out sounding a little like a wheeze.) 

“ you are so right though. and i cannot understand why being a little dramatic is such an issue. makes things more fun, in my humble opinion. “ “ after all, art cannot exist without emotion ! it is like the sugar and cream to a cup of black tea. especially with the darker topics i am no stranger to. “

a pause. “ are people really getting on your case because of it ? that’s a waste of time on their part. if they want a companion that lacks emotion, tell them to invest in a houseplant. “

[darkwaved]

" i may be alone in this regard, but i feel as if accusing someone of murder without proper evidence is not a great move. “

“ perhaps even classifiable as... slander ? “

[trapuppet]

@bcrnaby asked:

Bcrnaby!!

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➦                                ❛ - where do i even BEGIN ???? barnaby, my dearest friend — closest to me through thick & thin. . . no one understands me like YOU do, let alone invites me to their homesteads regardless of my own entrapment. oh the farces we’ve faced, the tragedies ! we’ve seen each other through it all & in the veils of death even now, you still remain untouched by the modern deceptions that are corruption & power. - ❜

              excuse him as he has to wipe a tear from his eye.

                                ❛ - no one could EVER replace our bond, barnaby. - ❜