Dec 11, 2021
@celestaeiā requested:Ā ā behold! the perfect snowball. ā - from Bernard~
Ā Ā Ā āāāyeah,Ā thatās lovely and all,Ā but you better not throw that perfect snowball at my suit.āĀ
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@celestaeiā requested:Ā ā behold! the perfect snowball. ā - from Bernard~
Ā Ā Ā āāāyeah,Ā thatās lovely and all,Ā but you better not throw that perfect snowball at my suit.āĀ
winter themed starter sentences. / accepting.
@celestaeiāĀ Ā Ā ::Ā Ā Ā b r o d yĀ
HEāSĀ BEENĀ DANCINGĀ FORĀ HOURSĀ --------------Ā surelyĀ theirĀ downstairsĀ neighborsĀ mustĀ hateĀ himĀ atĀ thisĀ point.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā onĀ hisĀ dayāsĀ offĀ fromĀ teachingĀ ,Ā heĀ wasĀ stillĀ workingĀ atĀ homeĀ ;Ā alwaysĀ planningĀ routinesĀ &Ā lessons.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā mikeĀ wasnātĀ homeĀ yetĀ asĀ farĀ asĀ heĀ knew,Ā soĀ heāsĀ zonedĀ inĀ onĀ hisĀ work.Ā
earbudsĀ areĀ inĀ ,Ā drowningĀ outĀ anyĀ lifeĀ aroundĀ him.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā heāsĀ drenchedĀ inĀ sweatĀ atĀ thisĀ pointĀ ,Ā butĀ heĀ doesnātĀ seemĀ toĀ mind.Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā honestlyĀ itāsĀ impressiveĀ thatĀ hisĀ bodyĀ hasĀ heldĀ upĀ forĀ thisĀ long.Ā Ā Ā
plotted starter for:Ā @celestaeiāĀ // light yagami
she Ā could Ā feel Ā him Ā fading,Ā Ā Ā Ā her Ā CHILD Ā OF Ā DEATH.
for Ā months Ā and Ā nearly Ā years Ā this Ā young Ā man Ā used Ā one Ā of Ā her Ā tools Ā of Ā mortal Ā deathĀ Ā Ā Ā ---Ā Ā Ā Ā a Ā NOTEBOOK,Ā Ā Ā Ā and Ā he Ā used Ā it Ā beautifully.Ā Ā Ā Ā for Ā months Ā the Ā goddess Ā watched Ā over Ā him,Ā Ā Ā Ā bringing Ā his Ā whim Ā to Ā pass Ā alongside Ā the Ā hand Ā of Ā a Ā japanese Ā shinigami,Ā Ā Ā Ā an Ā entity Ā she Ā viewed Ā with Ā interest,Ā Ā Ā Ā albiet Ā much Ā less Ā than Ā light Ā yagami.
she Ā could Ā feel Ā him Ā embracing Ā his Ā endĀ Ā Ā Ā ---Ā Ā Ā Ā but Ā she Ā wasnāt Ā ready Ā to Ā let Ā him Ā die,Ā Ā Ā Ā his Ā mind Ā and Ā ethics Ā much Ā too Ā interesting Ā to Ā be Ā wasted Ā in Ā hel.Ā Ā Ā Ā when Ā light Ā took Ā his Ā final Ā breath Ā she Ā would Ā appear Ā via Ā cloudy Ā portal,Ā Ā Ā Ā black Ā hair Ā flowing Ā with Ā the Ā power Ā as Ā her Ā aura Ā of Ā DESPAIRĀ Ā Ā emanated Ā the Ā warehouse.Ā Ā Ā Ā wordless Ā was Ā she Ā as Ā she Ā glided Ā in Ā slow Ā motion,Ā Ā Ā Ā the Ā goddess Ā outstretching Ā her Ā arms Ā to Ā cradle Ā his Ā head.Ā Ā Ā Ā she Ā then Ā moved Ā to Ā sit Ā to Ā lay Ā his Ā tired Ā head Ā upon Ā her Ā lap,Ā Ā Ā Ā deadly Ā fingers Ā running Ā through Ā his Ā hair Ā as Ā she Ā brought Ā him Ā back Ā with Ā her Ā power.
āĀ Ā Ā Ā DEATHĀ Ā Ā will Ā not Ā welcome Ā you Ā on Ā this Ā day,Ā Ā Ā Ā my Ā dear Ā gifted Ā child.Ā Ā Ā Ā ā
@celestaeiā: ā i Ā beg Ā your Ā pardon ? ā { Luciana and Caro }
Luciana wasnāt surprised that her words, softly spoken, were lost in the din of the crowded ballroom. The small, pale woman smiled and leaned a bit closer, head tilted upwards.Ā āI said you look delicious enough to eat.āĀ
@celestaei liked for a STARTER
āāā ā The football players in the Glee Club were all sort of mysteries, even to Kurt, who'd briefly even been a football player. He knew Puckerman, of course, from the sheer amount of dumpster tosses, and he knew Finn because you couldn't exactly not know Finn, but Matt and Mike were two mysteries, but both undeniably good dancers, and they both seemed nice enough. But they were still football players, and not even a few weeks on the team (before an eventful and dramatic resignation in the showers) had properly allowed Kurt to get to know either of them too well.
He hadn't exactly had much opportunity or time either. It'd just been constant drama, drama, invitationals, drama, the glee club getting split down the middle, the football players almost leaving, more drama and time flying by. Even now, it was one of those weeks where everything seemed to be happening - bake sale, the wheelchairs for Artie, their diva-off for the Defying Gravity solo. Everything was happening at once apparently, and Kurt in particular was distracted.
It was lunchtime, and while some of the others were bickering over selling cupcakes in the lunchroom, Kurt could be found in the choir room practicing scales at the piano. He had a goal and a high F to try and hit, and behind the safety of that locked door, he could practice in relative safety. At least, unless anybody had to come back in . . .
@celestaeiā ā s.c.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā iām sorry to bother you, but, is there any chance you have a phone i can use? mine died, and i canāt get in touch with my roommate. ā
@celestaeiā / BRODY & MIKE
āĀ Ā IĀ THINKĀ THATĀ WENTĀ SURPRISINGLYĀ WELLĀ ,Ā allĀ thingsĀ considered.Ā Ā āĀ Ā Ā Ā Ā hisĀ smileĀ isĀ softĀ asĀ heĀ laysĀ hisĀ headĀ onĀ theĀ othersĀ shoulderĀ ,Ā gazeĀ currentlyĀ examiningĀ theĀ newĀ silverĀ bandĀ aroundĀ hisĀ ringĀ finger.Ā Ā Ā Ā theyāreĀ onĀ aĀ flightĀ toĀ hawaiiĀ ,Ā firstĀ class.Ā Ā Ā Ā cassieĀ hadĀ beenĀ kindĀ enoughĀ toĀ giftĀ herĀ frequentĀ flierĀ milesĀ toĀ brodyĀ asĀ anĀ apologyĀ ,Ā allowingĀ themĀ toĀ bookĀ theĀ niceĀ seatsĀ forĀ theirĀ honeymoon.Ā Ā Ā theĀ weddingĀ &Ā receptionĀ hadĀ goneĀ byĀ withoutĀ aĀ hitchĀ Ā ,Ā Ā muchĀ toĀ brodyāsĀ surprise.Ā Ā Ā the gleeĀ kidsĀ knewĀ howĀ toĀ partyĀ ,Ā ironically.Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ Ā rachelĀ wasĀ evenĀ nice.Ā Ā Ā weird.Ā Ā ā
@celestaeiāĀ Ā ā„ād for a starter
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Sebastian chewed on his cheeks as he stared at the brick building, before tightening his one handed grip on the strap of his backpack over his left shoulder and walking in. He was wearing gym joggers and a tight tank top, hair barely styled as it wouldnāt last long in there anyway. As part of his new consensusĀ with Dalton āā the one that had allowed him to stay in the school after everything thatād happened āā heād somehow agreed to come to Westervilleās artistic center, and assist a dance teacher with pro bono classes.Ā
He wasnāt necessarily antagonistic to the idea, as he was trying to exercise this being good thing, as annoying and boring as that was, but he could also already see where this was going. He was going to be stuck with some old fart that hadnāt danced since their own glee club times and probably be made to fetch them coffee and donuts, despite being wildly overqualified and probably a better dancer than had ever stepped foot in the place. Good person, he thought, with a long already bored sigh. If it were up to him, heād have his own ideas about how to go about that, but he also knew he was already on thin ice with both Dalton and his father. Heād been kicked out of schools before, for partying and things on that vein and he knew his father was more or less on his last thread of patience.Ā
After giving his name at the front desk, he walked up the stairs and down the hall heād been pointed to, and looked at the paper in his hand, where the class number was written on. Room 316. He found it pretty easily, and gave it a cursory knock before walking in, passing kids and some younger teens scattered stretching and changing clothes, and going to the front of the class, speaking even as he set his backpack down bellow the front mirror,Ā āroom 316? Iām your new assistant for the near future, Sebastian Smythe, itās a pleasure Iām sure. What would you have me-ā he stopped talking as he raised his eyes over long thighs, long muscles, and a familiar face... Great The fates had to be fucking with him now, and by the looks of it, they were having a blast.