Feb 23, 2017
You know, now that I think about it there was a lot of art I used to do back then, in that other life.
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You know, now that I think about it there was a lot of art I used to do back then, in that other life.
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“Maker, and how did I end up getting a guy in here.”
Headcanon: Hats, Tea
Hats:
Anakin doesn't commonly wear hats. Jedi are generally not allowed to keep material possessions. If anything, he only wore them as a child on Naboo, since it was always so hot and sunny there. Afterwards, he, like the other Jedi, stuck to hoods.
Tea:
As for tea, Anakin finds it's taste a bit too simple. It's something he associates with Palpatine, since the elder drinks it so often. Obi-Wan, as well, likes tea, though he and Anakin are typically too busy running missions to properly enjoy such luxuries.
Headcanon: Hats, Tea
He’s never actually worn a hat, himself, and hasn’t much experience with them. Quark’s was puzzlingly large, and Dio’s would have been fine if not for the man wearing it. They seem more odd and superfluous than anything.
The very few times he’s had tea, he enjoyed it. It was tasty enough, but unfortunately they had trouble coming by it most of the time.
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Hatter pops down into his hat and emerges before the woman. “Whoops! That’s wrong!” And he throws the baked good towards her head. Good thing it’s soft!
┌Sona's expression grew golder, her lips pulling into a thin line as she puled the strings of the instrument several times. The attacks leaving the cake in a complete and utter mess on the floor. The amber eyes glaring at the man in front of her. Really? Why did he feel the need to throw a cake at her? What kind of fool was he?┘
"Time for a riddle! You must answer this correctly or I will toss a cake in your face! What is the unique characteristic of the following words: coughing, thirsty, defiant? Hint: alphabet!"
┌Was it some kind of game to pester mute people for answers to questions that they didn't know the answer too? The mention of the alphabet made her consdider the fact that they all had the letter 'i' in them, but she wasn't going to fetch out the pen and paper to play the weird game the man was proposing. Instead she turned on her heel, fingers resting over the strings of her instrument in case he did actually attempt to throw a cake at her.┘
Poetry Lesson, yo. [Closed]
Beat woke up to an alarm clock blaring in his ear. Which shocked him mostly because he didn't own an alarm clock. It was an old fashioned thing that rung with a metallic sound. He yelled at the top of his lungs, sitting up as fast as he could. Beat, in the midst of the madness, managed to take the alarm clock and throw it against the wall as hard as he could, breaking the damn thing.
He jumped out of bed and inspected the broken remains of the alarm clock, mostly for a reason for it to be in his room. Beat found, in the broken glass, a small note, which read:
"'Check yo hat...'"
Beat figured now was as good a time as ever to put his clothes on, so he did. Finally reaching the last piece of his ensemble, he turned his beanie inside out to reveal a message sewn in white thread.
"'You've got mail...?' Tha hell'd these note get here, yo?"
He sure hoped this wasn't another mission...
Mail, though? He hadn't gotten any mail, and he wasn't sure where to go if he had any. He gave up on the thought and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. But something was off. It was either somebody had used his toothpaste or the mailbox where the showerhead should be.
Beat was going with the mailbox. The little red flag was sticking precisely up, obviously signalling mail. Beat, a little afraid of what he might see, opened the hatch slowly...
A stuffed rabbit sat comfortably inside the thing. The rabbit held a stuffed red heart with, presumably, a cheesy 'i love you' message. Beat leaned in to read it.
"'Meet me in my classroom at 6 o'clock. Time for lesson number two!
Yours, Hatter."
Beat almost screamed in anger. He stomped down to Hatter's classroom and threw open the door.
"THA'S THE MOS' PSYCHO WAY TO TELL ANYONE ANYTHING, YO!"