#cataplexis

[akashicmuses]

@cataplexis​

“You...!” A finger is pointed at the teenager in question as Arietta holds her plush even closer to her body. She hadn’t ever spoken to him, but she’d seen him getting involved in the Game. And she’d seen him and his Team going off to fight Shiba together.

And... she has some things to say.

“You!” She says that even louder, starting to walk over to him.

[akashicmuses]

@cataplexis​

"I’m not entirely sure that I’m feeling these curtains,” Shiba hums to himself as his hand drifts along the length of the fabric. They’re a nice color, but they don’t quite fit with the Damask wallpaper he already has set up. “They’re a little draft, don’t you think?”

“If I’m going to draw attention, I need to have something that compliments the aesthetic I already have going...” This part is said more to himself than to his companion. Though, burnt orange eyes drift towards her after a moment.

“Has anything caught your eye, Ayano?”

[tyranicalincursions-blog]

The Penguin-Porcupine War of 2015

Oh, dear porcupine with your long quills and grizzled appearance and four feet and fuzzy face and hunger for all that is green and fresh, I am but a mere penguin outcast who is exiled and bi-pedaled and wishes to join in your porcupine ways.

But, alas, being a penguin, I can never be a porcupine. Thus, employing our unique and deadly and destructive and apocalyptic penguin technology, we will annihilate every last porcupine. Your societies and communities and families and friends and children will become extinct by the wings of the elite and un-empathetic and sociopathic penguin military. You will all die painful and miserable and terrible deaths. 

You cannot escape. You cannot run. Your way of life will end. Make your time.