Shut Up

{ fates rewritten }

[twdaywalker-blog]

mama mia \\ open

[roseateroyal]

Kouha obviously rules the world, so you’ll have to take that up with him. Even if you do, though, he won’t be merciful to you. In fact he’ll probably make your life worse! Which is what he’s just about to do. Commonfolk shouldn’t talk back.

"Slack? Sorry. That word isn’t in my vocabulary." Keep it up and you’ll have a sword pressed to your neck. Let’s flash this annoying guy a bitter smile. He is weak, and the weak shouldn’t exist! Let’s eradicate them all! 

[twdaywalker-blog]

He so doesn't rule the world! And if he does, he sure didn't have Kyle's vote in getting there. But, admittedly, the redhead really did need to learn how to keep his mouth shut--lest he get in situations like these where inconsiderate behavior could cost him more than just a paycheck.

"What? Can't you add it in there, then?" The startled, indignant reply fell from his lips before he could think twice, making him backtrack quickly while looking slightly panicked.

"Shit--please, I'll do anything not to lose this job. I need it." 

[twdaywalker-blog]

mama mia \\ open

[noushous]

Going out to eat wasn’t something Gumi did all too often, so when she did, it was usually out of stress and-or the need for actual food that wasn’t microwaved meals and steamed rice, all that she made with hunger clawing away desperately at her stomach simply because she couldn’t be damned to make any beforehand. Her waiter seemed like an absentminded but all-around awkward young adult, but she didn’t really mind. She’s not one to judge in the first place.

She doesn’t even notice the guy approaching her, too busy tapping away at her 3DS, and her eyes squeeze shut right away as the food hits her. She just cleaned this jacket and that’s a miracle, because she never does her laundry, but especially when it comes to her jackets, and now this miracle has been ruined by this spawn of Satan.

When she looks over, she cracks a simper and just watches as he pitifully tries to wipe away some of the spilled food.

"So is it in your job description to touch people without asking first?"

[twdaywalker-blog]

God damn it. Not only did he get spaghetti and meatballs all over this customer, he probably got it all over her gaming system, too. Hopefully it was a strong thing and could take a little pasta without breaking--or he'd have to break it to Craig that he wasn't going to be super helpful this month on rent because of ... this incident. 

It didn't help that the girl opened her mouth to make the comment that she did, either. In fact, it really didn't help at all--and he froze, withdrawing meekly to peek up at her through some of his curls. What did she expect him to say? Was it a joke? Was she serious? Shit. 

"N...no, I just thought..." Now he was flustered all over again, pursing his lips and holding the napkin he'd been using out to the girl while he averted his eyes. He wouldn't like having a stranger's hands all over him, either...so maybe he should just butt out and save the rest of his dignity.

"...Is your game alright?"

[twdaywalker-blog]

mama mia \\ open

[roseateroyal]

You must have bad luck. Kouha was especially cranky today since his manager had been bitching at him all day, and he just wanted to get something to eat. Now some klutz had to go and spill something on his nice clothes. Well let’s be honest, all his clothes were his nice clothes. 

"I don’t care if it was an accident or not, you are indebted to me.” How scary. He’d feel bad for this boy but— oh wait. No he wouldn’t. Let’s take a moment to internally laugh.

"Two thousand dollars to replace this outfit." Yikes, what expensive taste!

[twdaywalker-blog]

Seriously bad luck! It seemed like the whole world had been out to get him lately and honestly, he was kind of tired of it! This dude's attitude was so not helping--and no matter how much of his job it was to stay polite and quiet, he was about ready to snap.

"Two thousand dollars!? You can't be serious! I wait tables, cut me some slack!" Some backtalk that he should have kept to himself, probably, but backtalk nonetheless that escaped those stupid little lips. Please. He's week.

[twdaywalker-blog]

mama mia \\ open

[fourboding-deactivated20140620]

It could’ve been worse! But it was still pretty bad…more or less the cherry on top of an already sub-par day. Rather, spaghetti and meatballs spilled all over her was merely the physical manifestation of how she was feeling today and just how today’s events fared. 

Nami was rigid in her posture, a grimace stretched across her face as the pasta slid from her garment and onto the floor. A great feeling that was. And everyone in the restaurant staring too? It couldn’t get better than this. Her pride was a little stunted and her white sundress was stained to hell, but as she peered down it seemed that in comparison to herself, the waiter was in worse shape. Having worked at a cafe herself for a time, she could get a sense for how mortifying this probably was. Kindred spirits in working with food; in which then she shook her head and waved her hands in protest, stepping back and away from the mess. 

"It’s fine!" She spoked hurriedly as she knelt down, "It was an accident, so it’s fine — here, let me help?" Nami gingerly picked up strands of now cold pasta and ground meat. 

[twdaywalker-blog]

Most of the things he expected to happen involved shouting, threats, or some other form of anger being lashed out at him for ruining nice clothes. Especially when he looked up to find that the victim of his disorientation was wearing something white and delicate that would never again live up to its former glory. It was probably expensive, too. That would be just his luck.

What he did not expect, however, was an expert redaction of those negative feelings only to be replaced by a kinder stature and even...offered help? Damn.

He had dropped his eyes to avoid looking into what was sure to be roiling rage--but as the customer knelt by him, green eyes hesitantly went to meet her gaze. He was flustered. He was scared. She was way too sweet about it.

"...Fine?" Another look to her ruined dress and back to her face. Was she an angel? Even now she was cleaning up his mess--and that was unacceptable. "--No, it's not! You don't have to help...I'll pay for whatever I can to cover the costs of your dress. Please, stand up..." he tried shooing at her, ashamed.

"It's seriously my bad. You don't need to...embarrass yourself..."

[drunkenlypylades]

(~˘▾˘)~

Put a (~˘▾˘)~ in my inbox and I’ll draw your character as an Animal Crossing Villager

[twdaywalker-blog]

☁ :) :*

Cartman?

There are a few thoughts.

Firstly, he has countless times pictured millions of ways to get rid of the fat turd who constantly terrorizes his life. From death to deportation, it's gone through his mind. Deservedly, too, as Kyle's gone through so much because of him.

Secondly, of course, he thinks Cartman is a piece of shit. In a lot of ways. He wouldn't be surprised if, one day, Cartman peeled off his outer layer and stepped out and revealed to the world that he was an actual piece of shit. 

Third, for some reason...he always...thinks there could be some good left in him. Behind the racist, rude, diabolical outer shell--a boy who could be kind. Don't get him wrong, he fully understands the dude's bad beyond helping, but there's still a part of him that always gets tricked into believing there's something more. Maybe there is. Maybe there isn't. Who knows. Fuck Eric Cartman. Fuck him. 

[twdaywalker-blog]

Your nightmare begins in the hospital. Like a typical horror movie, you are alone, and no other person is present. While you trudge down the hall, you hold your stomach, whining with every inch of movement as the insides of your core begin to press against the lining of your tissues. Along one of your many, yet slow steps, you feel a throbbing pain before a rather large, chubby hand begins to tear your gut open from the inside and pushes everything out onto the floor.

Disgusting. Push that back in there.

[askboxmemes]

Send me a nightmare, if my character is scared of it, you win.

[twdaywalker-blog]

mama mia \\ open

[roseateroyal]

Everything happened within a flash. Once he realized what the situation actually was… he snapped. Sometimes Kouha could have a bit of a temper… and now was one of those times.

"You complete incompetent piece of sh—" Now he was being touched. Unbelievable. Commoners touching his clothes. Touching him. He was a celebrity for fucks sake. The pink-haired boy grabbed his new visitors hands and looked him dead in the eye. “If you touch me again… I swear to god I’ll kill you. Now give me that napkin.” He rolled his eyes and let go of Kyle’s arms, then held out his own. Maybe he was being a diva, but that was kind of his job.

[twdaywalker-blog]

Of course the customer out of all the ones in the restaurant he'd spill food on was the angriest someone could get about it. The first thing to his ears was the death threat--which made him withdraw quickly, almost disbelieving of his ears. 

It was just some...pasta...man. Maybe the clothes were really expensive...just his luck.

"I...I'm sorry. It was an accident--seriously." He tried, gingerly holding the napkin out at the male's request. 

"Can I...get you anything?" 

[quiet-little-mountain-town]

[･゜ﾟ･*☆]

[twdaywalker-blog]

mama mia \\ open

It was just another day of working for Kyle, honestly. Taking orders and bringing out food and taking back the plates...except, today, he had a number of things on his mind. There was a lot to ponder about his recent life developments and a lot to wonder if he was doing right. The self supplied answer to most of those thoughts was no, he probably wasn't doing anything right. That would be something to work on.

Another thing that he needed to work on, maybe, was paying attention to where he was going when he had a large dish of food in his hand instead of thinking about his gay personal problems. That could possibly be helpful, as with his absentminded place of thought--he tripped.

It all played in slow motion before him; the catch of his foot on the chair, the stumble and muttered curse that slipped from his lips, the flip of the plate off his tray.

The splat of spaghetti and meatballs against a customer's clothing.

Well.

"Shit...shit, oh my god...oh shit." He quickly pulled a napkin out, panicking, kneeling to pull away strands of spaghetti and dab at the areas splattered with meat sauce. "Shit...shit shit shit..." It was hopeless. He just kept dabbing and feeling like he was about to cry. Lord help him. Lord strike him down.

"Oh shit."

[kihyuuki]

エリカイ

[twdaywalker-blog]

⁇

To: Ms LalondeFrom: Kyle

Jaspers got into the catnip!?

[frommemetoyou]

Send me a symbol to recieve the following from my muse

Send ✆ for a morning text

Send ♔ for an angry text

Send  ♠ for a drunk text

Send ☏ for a vague text

Send ⁇ for a worried text

Send ♣ for a text not meant for you

Send ✘ for a text that should never have been sent

Send ✺for a saucy text

Send √ for a long winded confessing text 

Send ☠ for misguided advice

Send ☢ for a desperate text

Send ☼ for a congratulatory text

[rcrdbrkr]

shine bright like a strider

you’re fairly sure it’s no big deal if you avoid ringing the bell and instead climb up the fire scape and through the window of the living room to kyle’s apartment. honestly, if he doesn’t want that kind of thing happening, he should probably secure the lock on the windows better. god, there are some crazy people around these days kyle. only an idiot would leave their window unlocked at night. though, to be fair, it is only eight pm. the light of day is just about gone but the trails of orange in the sky have yet to fully fade. so fucking poetic it’s unreal. 

you’ve only been to kyle’s place a few times, but you remember where everything is; the fridge, the bathroom and kyle’s room being the only places worth going whenever you come other and two of them are more naturally useful places to note when in someone else’s house. that’s right, the fridge is your first stop. what crazy shit have those two boys been stocking up on lately? you pull out a half-full carton of aj, one of those huge things with the twisty lids, before grabbing at some ready to eat special jewish blessed bacon shit and heading upstairs. some might say this is a rude thing to do, since you didn’t exactly ask before raiding the fridge and kyle has yet to know you’re even in his house. but this doesn’t stop you.

you approach his room and knock on the door with your foot, since you have no hands free right now. your super sneaky plan of just entering his room and having him a heart attack goes right out the window. ah well. at least there’s bacon.

"dude stop fapping and open up."

[twdaywalker-blog]

Of course, the last thing Kyle is expecting either way as he's sitting at his desk with a buttload of work is for there to be someone visiting him at this time. Whether Dave had gone through the window or just popped out of the fuckin' ground like that weird mole in animal crossing with anger issues, he would have been just as shocked as he was when the loud thud of a shoe being knocked against the wood of his door brought him out of some heavy thinking. 

For a moment, he wasn't very sure that his ribs could keep his heart in his chest properly.

"..." Those words and that voice sounded familiar--familiar enough that the anxiety went whooshing out of him in a sudden exhale of breath and he pushed slowly away from his desk so that he could stand, brush himself down, and move to the bedroom door. 

It was almost as if he knew what to expect upon opening it because the sight of the blonde already having made himself at home was not a surprising one--nor did it actually bother him that much that he was here in the first place, but he still rose his eyebrows and crossed his arms with an air of 'oh really' about him.

"We don't all run on the clock of Strider, you know." A tap to his wrist, miming the watch that he did not have there at the moment. "Not to mention, why are you here when there are countless parties to go to at this time?" A dart of his gaze down.

"Or do you love Kosher bacon that much?"

[twdaywalker-blog]

please keep me alive and rp the burger king

It was a lazy day for the King, one that required little effort to get through and one that bore hardly any fruit to it. Sitting around his humble abode was getting his royalness nowhere and so His Majesty decided to take a stroll through the streets outside where his subjects resided.

There were bows and shouts of joy from the people as he stepped from his castle, taking a deep breath in through his large head's large nose. 'Burger King! Burger King,' cried his faithful citizens. The sound was like music to his ears. 

He passed by men nodding in approval and women with babes cradled to their chest, begging his blessing for their children. To each, he handed a single burger patty. They all wept with thanks for his gratitude. He only nodded as he moved further into the city, further into the reaches of poverty that lay just beyond the reaches of his kingdom.

A stray traveler hopped into the center of the King's path, brandishing his pointer finger in accusation towards the large man. His lips parted with angry words, words which would never be heard within the boundaries of the Burger Kingdom lest the person wished to be put to death.

"MCDONALD'S IS BETTER!"

The poor man had chosen his fate. The king could do nothing but stand there.

"...Have it your way."

And so he watched as an endless rain of Whoppers fell from the heavens to bury the unfortunate traveler in their delicious buns, patties, onions, lettuce, and probably some other toppings like bacon or something. There was soon left no trace of the traveler. The deed had been done. Another day, another conquer. He was King.

[twdaywalker-blog]

Whatever, man.