#trailblczed

[bunaapom]

hey conductor? what would you do if someone set the kitchen ablaze? theoretically of course- asking for a friend

𝐀𝐓  𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓,  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑  𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑.  until  they  do.  until  it  sinks  in.  until  round  eyes  widen  impossibly  and  their  snout  twitches  at  the  agape  of  their  mouth.  the  reaction  is,  of  course,  warranted.

' warranted ',  heh,  which  the  astral  express  is  NOT !

❝  ABLAZE?!  ❞  pom-pom  shrieks,  droopy  ears  now  raised  to  a  hitch,  wholly  trembling  above  their  head.  ❝  caelus——  oh  aeons——  pom-pom  turned  away  for  one  minute!  no,  not  even.  .  .  not  even  one  second!  you  couldn't  have  possibly. . .  well,  pom-pom  wouldn't  put  it  past  your  abilities,  you  do  have  a  record  of.  .  .  nonoNO  what  am  i  saying——  ❞

abrupt  and  distressed,  they  turn  on  their  feet  and  shuffle  away,  nearly  tripping  over  themselves  in  a  haste  of  running,  (  ╱ IN  WHICH,  yes,  does  takes  forever  because  they  are  not  that  tall!  LONGER  LEGS  EQUAL  LONGER  STRIDES,  but  if  pom-pom  strides  too  far,  they'll  trip  and  tumble  and  roll  like  a.  .  .  wait,  this  doesn't  matter  right  now——  )  though  not  before  justice  overcomes  purpose,  and  they  return  to  caelus'  side  only  to  loop  an  ear  around  his  wrist. 

the  first  tug  is  gentle.  firm  yes,  but  only  that.  the  second  tug  is  anything  but.

❝  you  better  be  joking,  caelus,  ❞  they  tut,  in  the  same  tonal  click  of  a  disappointed  guardian,  cheeks  puffed  out,  ❝  because  that  friend  of  yours  will  have  a  lot  of  damages  to  pay  for!  the  astral  express  isn't  some  science  laboratory  you  can  mess  around  in.  and  it  definitely  isn't  a.  .  .  ❞

small  feet  pause.  whiskers  twitch  and,  for  a  moment,  pom-pom  does  not  move.  another  twitch.  wide  eyes  glance  up  at  caelus.  ❝  is  that  smoke  pom-pom  smells.  .  .  ?  ❞

[thetruthbehindtherose]

🎲 caelus voice ma'amm do you know how gorgeous you are? the purple really suits you

Kiss Roulette Ask Meme: 35 - A kiss against a wall

She'd been caught off guard by the flirt. Enough to find herself cornered against a wall while she was stunned.

To be fair, she hadn't been expecting such a bold maneuver from such a seemingly mild-mannered young man. Serves her right for assuming based on appearances.

. . .Oh well! It wasn't like it was an issue. It was even a hold that could easily be flipped.

Case in point, Lisa's smiling almost serenely as she lifts her hands to grip the lapels of the other's jacket, stepping forward to get her back off of the wall. Then she tugs him forward, twirling them in place until their positions are reversed and the taller has his back pressed to the wall instead.

"Well well, aren't you the charmer," She giggles and guides him low enough to be at eye-level. Perfectly in range for a quick, playful peck. "Thank you, Cutie~ ♥︎"

[crowfeatherd]

tiny displeased chirping noises come from the lil boy. he does not like that his tail was cleaned-- he hasn't forgotten, or forgiven, his dragon stuffi being washed either.

Moze can't stand mess. It's one thing to have to clean up after someone once, another thing entirely to follow them around like a personal cleaning service. As relaxing as he finds the act of tidying his space, he does have other things he needs to be doing, and this little raccoon tracking filth through his living space is a problem he can at least deal with immediately.

He'd used every technique he knew to creep up on the mud-stained boy, following the trail of footprints and the smears left behind by his swishing tail. Then, once close enough, Moze had promptly hooked him around the scruff and dunked him into a bucket of clean, soapy water.

No one liked it, needless to say. And Moze had to dry out the bathroom once it was all said and done.

All that was left now was the stuffed dragon, which Moze had stolen while the boy sulked under a warm towel after the bath. It tumbled lazily inside a dryer now, set on a delicate low heat so as not to burn its soft fabric. Moze stood ever the stalwart guard in front of it, his arms crossed.

"..."

No matter how much the boy protested, he would not be swayed. Call it retribution for the day he'd spent cleaning.

"... Let this be a lesson. Dirt is not your friend, so don't play in it."

[starlitpaths]

(tiny toddler racoon voice) are you my mom

“ Come here, Caelus. It's time to eat your broccoli. ”

[balemouns]

you have any room to adopt more children, father?

eyes narrow sharply. 'father'... from a stranger? perhaps the children had been a tad too forthcoming with sharing the title for who they answer to lately. would have to deal with that later...

"my apologies -- do I know you? young adults such as yourself should know better than to ask people they have just met such personal questions."

[octoboltflash]

i have no connection to reality and my untethered existence to anything but the void will either be a curse or a blessing and i dont know if i have any sway over which it decides to be

"Caelus, let's get lost in the void together. Maybe you'll find your answers there." @trailblczed

[threadsforewoven]

what do you call a dream about dreaming a dream within a dream that dreams about another dream dreaming within a dream that dreams about dreaming a dream?

A nested dream loop. She could easily answer, but that’d be too boring, wouldn’t it? So she smiles at the boy instead, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Black Swan, as always, doesn’t walk; instead, she glides effortlessly to his side, circling behind him with slow, graceful steps until both hands come to rest on his shoulders. Then, with a mere tip of her head forward, she whispers against his ear, sure to drop her tone just enough that it may sound ominous—eerie. A small recollection of the dream she’d once weaved the man into. “ Shall we find out, darling? ”

[spicehill]

"ah... no, thank you. trailblazer, have you ever considered the texture many red apples have? this appears to be one of the grittier varieties, and their sweetness doesn't do much for me anyway." a curious head tilt, then a polite smile.

"they're an excellent source of fiber though, perhaps you should eat it yourself if you're dealing with any gastrointestinal discomfort or constipation."