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surely there's a science fair potato experiment gone wrong in there. something something new life found in fridge something something viva la revolution
@elegantlapin || Fridge asks~ ( always accepting~ )
❝ Now, why would I go and do that? hm? Though, now you've made me curious as to what horrors I could grow. Perhaps I'll ask Albedo about it... ❞
[ TXT ] : you got anywhere to be later?
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 1-800 ( HIT MY LINE ) … || @elegantlapin
【 1:00 pm ✉ → Primrose 】 Oh, no I'm not.
【 1:00 pm ✉ → Primrose 】 Any plans I had got cancelled.
【 1:01 pm ✉ → Primrose 】 Did you want to do something…?
❛ you can't say you love me and then disappear. ❜
@elegantlapin || angsty can'ts
𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒, 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐓, 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆. A small smile formed on her features--fiery wings and halo beginning to fade away from her being. It felt like she was being ripped apart; Even if it was only the beautiful wings upon her back, and the glowing halo upon her head. Yet…while she herself was alive and well--it hurt, unbelievably so.
And it was only the beginning of her punishment.
❝ I'm sorry, Primrose… ❞ She quietly whispered, a hand carefully weaving betwixt the white, bright light surrounding her--carefully taking a hold of hers. Her smile grows slightly, the dam broken as tears stream down her face. Her lips, painted a pale pink, part--a barely there sound starts out-
But she doesn't get to finish.
The light pulls the two females apart-fully trapping the angel and keeping her enclosed. The light shrinks more and more--shot by the time it finishes shrinking, the angel is no longer in front of her. She's no where to be seen-threads of gold all that remain in the wake of her disappearing.
⚡ What’s something small that instantly makes you excited to reply? 📥 Have you ever adopted ideas from other writers into your own headcanon?
{ Munday Questions | Accepting }
⚡ - Pre-established relationships, vivid imagery and angst will always pull me no matter what. I have an photographic (eidetic) memory and so please take advantage of that, show me aesthetics, show me pictures, music, sounds and I will respond faster than ever.
📥 - OH DEFINITELY. Sometimes it's a conscious decision, and other times its not. I always enjoy thinking about all the different ideas that others have. I love to think that inspiration is the biggest form of flattery and that's why I personally adore the idea of anyone liking my stuff enough to incorporate it into their headcanons!
I can certainly understand other people's need to keep their headcanons close and sweet, because copying is a huge problem and very scary. After all, copying and inspiration are very different things.
(If it's any consolation prize, I'm gonna enjoy this for a solid 33m lifetimes)
( thanks i appreciate it. go fuck yourself. )
@elegantlapin { x }
She was getting ready for another dress rehearsal when Prim had her talking about her ultimate weakness — cakes and similar. Confectionery sweets were her biggest vice and she tried to have some self-control despite how tempting they were. It was something she’d to leave until after she performed or she didn't want to think of the repercussions.
Furina tsk’d as she saw Prim’s agreement with her temptations — what a bad influence.
[TXT]: You play a dangerous game, mi lapine. { My rabbit }
[TXT]: How dare you tempt me like the snake of Eden with your confectionery arts? It is truly dangerous to have a chef as a friend…
[TXT]: I really should be practicing tomorrow…
Furina paused, writing and erasing a few different attempts to the response as she fought over wants and needs in her head and in writing.
[TXT]: I'll make certain my calendar is clear for your use. I suppose I could use the rest.
[TXT]: Don't be surprised if I end up raiding your fridge! Do you have any idea how MUCH I burn dancing and acting? You'd faint from the numbers.
Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now.
@elegantlapin
His home too now? That was a foreign idea && concept.. Like this place was huge && RICH && most…. Certainly not a place for a construct like him. …RIGHT?
❝ Uh… You certain about that? Because you might like… Change your mind having a big goofus like me around && all.... ❞
Still… If this was his new pad to crash, he wasn't complaining. It was cool! Hella lit! Just uh…
Wow… Really fucking big.
❝ i will not abandon you. ❞
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑵𝒀 𝑰𝑺 𝑨𝑳𝑳. || @elegantlapin
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆....𝐀𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘. Aquamarines look towards the female lagomorph, taking notice of how her ends were tipped pink. The rest-a beautiful blue. Ah…but it was the latter half of the year. If she recalled, it's around this time her hair does shift entire colors and shades. Such a fascinating thing--ah, there she was, getting distracted and rambling again. There's a silent clear of her throat-a gentle smile offered to her as she placed her hand up and over her chest.
❛ …Your words do bring…a sense of comfort and ease. I appreciate it, Primrose. ❜ She mentally speaks to her, aquamarines soft as she now turns her gaze towards the nearby window. How long had it been since she spoke, verbally…? She couldn't remember opening her lips. How it feels and sounds to hear her own voice speak from her own lips. Was it vain of her to think of such? Perhaps so…
But that is what made her human.
❛ Why don't we look through some of our works? ❜
