#kxkuko

[brightresearcher]

“I’m glad that Grandma’s back in the spotlight, and I appreciate her new dress, but...”

“What the fuck is with that shawl? It looks like she’s covered in a bunch of poison ivy-”

“...Oh. Oooooh. That’s the point, isn’t it?”

[heartists]

@kxkuko

she’s a bit OLD for showcases. juuuuuuuust a bit. and by that, ursula meant a lot. not to mention too ugly--what a creepy, creepy face, and did a laundry maid pick her usual outfit, or what? and she would say that flat-out to just about anyone else, but there’s no way she’d ever say that to an elite. instead, agatha gets the usual ass-kissery that she could reasonably expect from anybody else…but with a little more flair.

❝agatha!❞ ursula saunters over to her with white angel wings and halo bouncing. she’s wearing a skintight catsuit, one that later on in the meet-and-greet she would unzip to reveal the leotard underneath. ❝it’s an absolute honor to have you here. are you enjoying yourself?❞

[eternalglacies]

RULES  :  share four songs / pieces of music that represent your muse. REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

“Once Upon a December” - Anastasia : “Someone holds me safe and warm, horses prances through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully across my memories. Far away, long ago, glowing dim as an ember. Things my heart used to know, things it yearns to remember...and a song someone sings. Once upon a December.” 

“All the King’s Horses” - Karmina : “Run with my hands on my eyes. Blind but i’m still alive. Free to go back on my own- but is it still a home, when you’re all alone? Is it still a home- when you’re all alone? All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put me back together again.” 

“There is a reason i’m still standing! I never knew if I’d be landing... and I would run fast, outlast everyone that said no.” 

“Human” - Christina Perri : “I can fake a smile. I can force a laugh. I can dance and play a part if that’s what you ask. Give you all I am. I can do it. I can do it. I can do it. But i’m only human, and I bleed when I fall down. I’m only human, and I crash and I break down. Your words in my head, knives in my heart, you build me up and I fall apart, cause i’m only human.” 

“I can turn it on. Be a good machine. I can hold the weight of worlds if that’s what you need. Be your everything. I can do it, I can do it, I’ll get through it- but i’m only human, and I bleed when I fall down. I’m only human, and I crash and I break down. Your words in my head, knives in my heart, you build me up and I fall apart, cause i’m only human.”

“Warrior” - Beth Crowley : “You fascinated me, cloaked in shadows and secrecy. The beauty of a broken angel. I’ve ventured carefully, afraid of what you thought i’d be, but pretty soon I was entangled. You take me by the hand, I question who I am.”

“Teach me how to fight, i’ll show you how to win. You’re my mortal flaw, and i’m your fatal sin, now let me feel the sting, the pain, the burn under my skin. Put me to the test, i'll prove that i am strong. Wont' let myself believe that what we feel is wrong. I finally see what you knew was inside me all along.”

“That behind this soft exterior lies a warrior.”

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[pokemusesvani]

ᵀʰᵉ ᵀᵉᵃᶜʰᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵂⁱⁿᵗᵉʳ'ˢ ᴴᵃʳˢʰⁿᵉˢˢ l ᴱˡⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒᵘʳ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ l ᵀʰᵉ ᴴᵒᵗʰᵉᵃᵈᵉᵈ Qᵘⁱᶻ ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳ

[tulog]

@kxkuko | start

Ah. The offending finger fell, limp against her side, as one, sole thought clouded her eyes: the woman was real. That was a surprise, but whether or not it was a pleasant one, Caitlin couldn't decide at the moment. Lack of sleep did that to people.

"I am"--she yawned, fingers splayed over her mouth--"Caitlin of the Unova League while you are Agatha of the Indigo League."

At least she thought so. Reading about the Kanto and Johto regions while being sleep deprived for four days did that to people.

[oakmd]

@kxkuko​

 Samuel stares out the window, embarrassed, as Agatha ruthlessly badgers a train attendant for a different seat. She’s asking for the impossible, the young man says; the train is packed to the brim, there’s nothing left available----everyone’s trying to make it home before the snowstorm hits, he explains, so she’ll have to make due. Still, the man apologizes profusely, even offering her complimentary deals for her next travel plans, to compensate this inconvenience despite her difficulty to just accept her circumstance and allow him to continue on to the next car. By now, people have begun to stare. From the reflection of the glass, he can see them turn their heads. Cautious, curious stares, careful stares that narrowly dodge Agatha’s glare as she scowls out and over them down the car just so she doesn’t have to look at him. 

Samuel believes in a lot of things; the supernatural, the concept of miracles, all sorts of folklore along the coasts and across regions - contradictory things for his field - things that can only balance the truth because of his own personal experiences. Fantastical adventures of the past, pleasant secrets that he holds close to memory and heart. It helps him keep an open mind that there is always something greater in the universe waiting to be discovered. He believes in fate, too: that even a minute delay to the train station could drastically change one’s path. Right now, though - right now his brain is trying to desperately contradict that belief. As the anxiety gets the better of him, he becomes rather stiff in his seat, sweaty palms gripped against the curve of his knees. The kicker is that the professor didn’t even need to be on this train; his business in Unova isn’t until next week, but the forecast of a blizzard compelled him to catch an earlier train in case he needed extra time. It’s always better to be early than to be late, he’d told Tracey, and Tracey had agreed. There were other trains scheduled to depart even a day later than today that he could have easily reserved and would have still made it to the city with time to spare, though, and yet... it was this one.

But believing in fate does nothing to remedy the rift between two childhood friends. Agatha hasn’t said a word, hasn’t given him a glance. It’s been two whole hours. Other passengers in the car have come and gone, the train stops continue growing farther and farther apart, the snowfall growing thicker the more north they go. At a particular stop, the train stalls for fifteen minutes extra - nothing he pays much attention to, having been so occupied in his racing thoughts - then pulls off only to come to a gradual halt thirty minutes later with an announcement from the conductor that fills the professor with enough dread to age him a couple of years. 

‘Excuse me ladies and gentlemen, because of inclement weather from the oncoming storm, the train is delayed until the tracks can be cleared... We should be moving shortly. We apologize for this inconvenience, and thank you for riding Unova Railways.’

He looks down at his watch - as if it matters - and sighs under his breath. This is killing him, sitting across from her like this, the force of her stubbornness weighing against him like the burden of these past years. He would have thought that all the time apart ( he can’t even properly recall the last time he’d seen her, even with his advising to the League ), the resentment would have eased up. Perhaps that’s just him, though, being too hopeful that he could get back lost things. Being stupid, like she thinks of him to be.

A moment passes as he reaches for his study notes poking from a folder in his bag, only to place it back. His nerves are too shot to work; he should know this by now, he’s tried several times in the past hour. It feels like a Fletchling or two is banging around in his chest that he doesn’t know how to free. But wallowing will only make this trip that much longer, he thinks. So rather than continuing to succumb to the nervousness, he decides to use that energy as fuel to push forward. He’s only getting older, after all. He will probably never find himself stuck with Agatha this long ( in a place where she can’t run away ) again, and if he says nothing in this opportunity ( because, yes, no matter what he tries to tell himself, he still believes in fate )---it might be another regret to the pile. 

Samuel’s rather coy as he finally gathers the nerve to look up, regressive in mannerisms, like that of a boy. They’re divided only by the drink menu she’s deliberately placed on the dining table since she first sat down across from him. If the circumstance weren’t so sad, he might have smiled. They sat like this once as kids, fuming over something trivial. He can’t remember over what, only that he’d trade it with this in a second.

“----You look well.” He says, eyes immediately dropping to his hands that are trying not to tremble. It’s on baited breath that he waits to see if the woman will actually remove the menu and acknowledge him. Aside from the brewing anger obviously etching lines in her face, he means what he says, though. 

Professor Oak is not one to lie, even towards those that hate him. 

[pokemusesvani]

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Morty: Hey, you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?Aaron: What’s wrong with you? You’re a hazard to yourself.Aaron: And a coward. Do twenty.

Morty: I guess I’m just too tough to cry.Aaron: Just today, you were crying about Gastlies.Morty, crying: THEY DON’T HAVE ANY ARMS!

Morty: What time is it?Aaron: I dunno, pass me that saxophone and I’ll find out.Aaron: [plays saxophone loudly]Lance, in another room: WHO THE FUCK IS PLAYING THE SAXOPHONE AT 2AM?!Aaron: It’s 2am.

Aaron: I am Aaron Colbert and I speak for the bugs.Aaron: The bugs say shut the fuck up, Palmer.

Aaron: It’s called cauliflower, not ghost broccoli.Morty: I KNOW WHAT I SAW

Drake: How does it feel to be so underrated?Aaron: Not great. I yearn for the day when I go from underrated...to rated.

Agatha: And no more conversations about what Breakfast Club character you'd be, I'd be the one that dies.Aaron: No one dies.Agatha: Well then what's the point?

Aaron: What is that?!Barry, holding a small plate with two slices of bread with ice cream in between: An ice cream sandwich.Aaron: *points at the door* I’m gonna have to ask you to leave.